Post by Brocc on Aug 26, 2022 23:47:55 GMT -6
Standing in the middle of the blasted field one warrior stood alone. His armor charred and scuffed from battle. Smoke and dust slowly rising to the sky from the craters littering the ground around him. Many of them empty, destruction scarring the landscape from blasts of ki energy from himself or the Saiyan warriors who had been foolish enough to do battle against him. A few, precious few of the craters however held the crumpled and smoldering bodies of his enemies. Warriors who turned against their King and his vision for the future of their race.
A painful loss, every Saiyan child was valuable, and every life that he snuffed out was a limited resource that was now gone forever. Not being as plentiful as other races even Brocc could understand the cruel tragedy of their civil war. And yet, the boiling in his blood was intoxicating. To put his life on the line was one of the only pure thrills he knew, not that he felt he was ever in any danger here. Even among the elite he was head and shoulders above the rest. Reaching a pinnacle that most only dreamt of. But still it was not enough for him, and he longed to find a foe that could hurt him. Really hurt him. Someone that could push him to grow in leaps and bounds. He knew they were out there, he had a taste of it on Namek, and he wanted more.
Fists clenching he looked to the sky, his voice echoing through the dead and blasted wasteland as he pulled every scrap of power that he could into his body. Pushing his energy to twist and warp as he entered his carnage form. Reaching deeper to grab more and more power from within. He could feel his veins bulging, spots swimming in his vision.
More, he wanted more!
The ground under his feet sunk and cratered, cracks in the earth spiderwebbing away from him as he reached deeper to try and pull at what lay within. He could feel it, white hot, a deep rage buried deep, almost primal in nature. But it was out of reach, glimmering in the distance, taunting him.
The veins in his neck bulged as he screamed in fury and desire. He wanted it, he needed it. He was the best that this species has to offer, and he would see himself reach the very peak of what he was capable of. Bringing his right hand to his chest, he pressed the palm against his armor, his pitch increasing in intensity as he blasted a hole through his own chest, desperate to feel that pain and suffering again that had pushed him this far. The pain that his peers were so incapable of inflicting upon him. And for a moment he felt a flicker, like he had taken a step forward, and if he could keep doing so he could run and grasp this new power. However the spots swimming across his vision intensified as his own energy ripped through armor and flesh, and the power he sought was still glimmering deep within his soul when he fell to his knees even as smoke rose from his charred flesh.
It would not be the new heights of power, but the embrace of darkness that took him next as he collapsed to the ground.
A painful loss, every Saiyan child was valuable, and every life that he snuffed out was a limited resource that was now gone forever. Not being as plentiful as other races even Brocc could understand the cruel tragedy of their civil war. And yet, the boiling in his blood was intoxicating. To put his life on the line was one of the only pure thrills he knew, not that he felt he was ever in any danger here. Even among the elite he was head and shoulders above the rest. Reaching a pinnacle that most only dreamt of. But still it was not enough for him, and he longed to find a foe that could hurt him. Really hurt him. Someone that could push him to grow in leaps and bounds. He knew they were out there, he had a taste of it on Namek, and he wanted more.
Fists clenching he looked to the sky, his voice echoing through the dead and blasted wasteland as he pulled every scrap of power that he could into his body. Pushing his energy to twist and warp as he entered his carnage form. Reaching deeper to grab more and more power from within. He could feel his veins bulging, spots swimming in his vision.
More, he wanted more!
The ground under his feet sunk and cratered, cracks in the earth spiderwebbing away from him as he reached deeper to try and pull at what lay within. He could feel it, white hot, a deep rage buried deep, almost primal in nature. But it was out of reach, glimmering in the distance, taunting him.
The veins in his neck bulged as he screamed in fury and desire. He wanted it, he needed it. He was the best that this species has to offer, and he would see himself reach the very peak of what he was capable of. Bringing his right hand to his chest, he pressed the palm against his armor, his pitch increasing in intensity as he blasted a hole through his own chest, desperate to feel that pain and suffering again that had pushed him this far. The pain that his peers were so incapable of inflicting upon him. And for a moment he felt a flicker, like he had taken a step forward, and if he could keep doing so he could run and grasp this new power. However the spots swimming across his vision intensified as his own energy ripped through armor and flesh, and the power he sought was still glimmering deep within his soul when he fell to his knees even as smoke rose from his charred flesh.
It would not be the new heights of power, but the embrace of darkness that took him next as he collapsed to the ground.