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The Reckoning.

Post by Gaza on 9/16/2012, 2:27 pm

With his new found knowledge of the whereabouts of the Dragonballs, Gaza felt his task would be more simple. From what he understood, each village was accountable for a Dragonball for a certain period of time, then they send it off to the next village. This was, of course, all based on assumptions. It was a well supported hypothesis because of the events taking place at the village upon his arrival to this backward planet. If the farmer was unaware if they still had the Dragonball, he assumed there was some system so that every village had the honor of protecting it. If that village had it recently, and wasn't destroyed, Gaza knew that Future Trunks hadn't been there yet. He was the one also here collecting them. To his knowledge, Trunks had managed to collect the Four Star ball, and the Seven Star ball. That was a good start, together they would soon have three, whichever star ball he recovered. It didn't really matter which one he got, they were worthless without all of them. The plan of attack was basic enough, level village after village until he finds a Dragonball. Wash, rinse, repeat until he finds all of the Dragonballs.

Gaza scanned the horizon for another village, he couldn't help but notice the emerald sky. It was strange to see, and this was truly a backwards planet. The sky is green and the grass is blue, where, on Earth, the skies are blue and the grass is green. Just as he began admiring it, he realized how much it disgusted him. "Bah! What a scum ridden planet, the water is so polluted it's green." Gaza said, spitting in the dirt. "I'd rather be back on Vegeta than here..." a true statement, he did half heartily want to return to find his parents, maybe bring them to Earth so that they could share his good fortune. "Perhaps one day... But now isn't the time for dreams."

Gaza scoffed, correcting his inappropriate behavior. It was unlike him to be drifting into thoughts as such, but perhaps it would be nice for him to return. He'd have to mark that in his head, to return home after this venture was completed. It would truly be a shock to his parents, if he could find them, and if they recognized him. The idea still spun in his head as he streamed off into the sky, speeding towards the mountains at such a speed, he was sure he might catch the horizon itself. It didn't take long for him to notice another village near the water.

"Right, this is where the fun begins!" Gaza smirked, cracking his knuckles.

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Re: The Reckoning.

Post by Gaza on 9/19/2012, 5:35 pm

Gaza landed smack dab in the middle of the village. Instantly, the locals flooded windows and doors, and the street, all looking at him. He felt the presence of their eyes upon, fixed like camera's in some sort of television show, or like the hidden cameras that filmed him in Capsule Corps' testing room. But these 'cameras' so to speak would have to be more like the spectators at the World Martial Arts Tournament, being actual people, not machines. They were graced enough to be delivered a spectacle as great as Gaza. It wasn't everyday he visited a dinky little town looking for something. "Wh- who are you?" a Namekian man said, poking his head out of door that apparently led into his house.

"Who I am is irrelevant. What I want should be your concern, because if you can't help me, you WILL die." Gaza smirked, walking towards the nosy old Namekian. Gaza walked straight to the door, "Now, are you going to invite me in?" Gaza smiled.

"Uh, well... I suppose so, yes." The Namekian stuttered, stepping backward, opening the door for Gaza to step in.

"Thought so." Gaza smirked, "Now, I don't have time to waste. Please, don't hesitate or I will kill you. Where is this villages Dragonball?"

"P-Pardon?" The Namekian said, stunned that he had asked about their sacred relics.

"What did I say scum? Answer me!" Gaza said, clenching his fist and raised his fist towards the man.

"The Dragonball! Yes, it's here!" The Namekian squealed, falling backwards onto his rear.

"Excellent, where?" Gaza said, relaxing his clenched fist.

"I'm not sure, the location isn't disclosed to the public!" The man said, flinching.

"Shame, you almost survived." Gaza said, forming a sphere in his left palm.

"No... Please! Don-" The man shrieked with his last breathe. Gaza fired the sphere into the man's skull, staining the dirt floor of his home with his own blood. Gaza sprung off the ground, bursting through the roof. The villagers must have heard the shrieks. The weaker men and children ran off, the stronger men came to face him.

"By the name of the Elder, I demand you stop this immediately!" A Namekian warrior shouted up to Gaza.

"The Elder? Where is he?" Gaza questioned.

"You'll not be granted the honor of speaking with him!" The same Namekian shouted again.

"Hm, very well! You will die like the fool in there!" Gaza shouted, cocking back his arm, then firing a purple beam at the outspoken Namekian as he thrust his hand forth. "Galick Gun!" The blast screamed through the air, impacting where the Namekian man was standing moments ago.

"Gee, that was a close one, if i hadn't moved, I surely would have been hit within a few minutes!" The Namekian scoffed, mocking Gaza. He was now just a few feet to Gaza's right in the air. This was a bad move, Gaza could take him in melee range.

"Hmm.... I find your cockiness amusing, it soothes me to hear you hiding your fear." Gaza smirked. Without warning, Gaza dashed at the Namekian. He grasped the green man by the throat, squeezing until the air flow stopped entirely. "Now, the fly is caught by It's wings, what can it do but squirm?"

The Namekian coughed and sputtered, attempting to speak, but he was unable to. Gaza squeezed harder and harder and the Namekian's eyes began rolling backwards into his head. The struggle stopped, and Gaza released him. At about the same moment, a group of about five older men walked into town, carrying what looked like trading supplies. They quickly tossed off their gear and rushed at Gaza.

"What have you done?" Shouted one man, "You've... you've killed him!" The man shouted, obviously upset about it.

"Oh," Gaza began, descending to the ground, "do you want to join him?"

"That was my son, damn you!" The man shouted, tearing off his shirt, powering up.

"This," Gaza said, seeing the power the man expelled, "should get very interesting."

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Re: The Reckoning.

Post by Gaza on 9/23/2012, 3:37 am

A somber wind blew through the dirty village, kicking up dust and causing Gaza's hair to dance in the wind. He twitched his head to toss the hair from his right eye. "If you are that upset, I'd gladly send you off to him." Gaza smirked. He would find no guilt in reuniting this father with his son.

"You sick... monster! That's all you are is a damn monster!" The Namekian man shouted, clenching his teeth and his fists. It looked like he was tensing every muscle in his body. His word seemed bitter, and cold. "You'll pay for this! I swear on my life, you WILL pay!" Gaza could feel the intensity of the man's words as he spoke. His wretched screams were in vain, Gaza cared not about the man's pain, and even less that he had just lost his son.

"You can not defeat me, Namekian scum! Make this easier on yourself and don't get your hopes up!" Gaza shouted, unsheathing his Power Pole from his back. He extended it to about five feet in length. Holding it in front of him, he smirked, signalling to the Namekian to come at him. Gaza wanted to see what the alien bastard had in him. "Please, enlighten me. Show me the great Namekian power."

"You will regret this you Saiyan scum!" The Namek shouted, at first confusing Gaza. He was not used to people calling him that, for most people on Earth saw him and just looked away, assuming it was some birth defect. In all reality, it was a source of great strength, a source of power! His Saiyan blood kept him alive, and kept him growing in strength.

"Scum, please. I'll not be outclassed by some slug of a man!" Gaza shouted.

"Slug!? Grrr... I'll show you!" The Namek said, dashing at Gaza at his top speed. Gaza swept his Power Pole up into the Namek's ribs. It connected, knocking the wind out of the green man for a short period. Gaza pulled it back, then thrust it at the Namek's chest, connecting with the butt-end of the staff. The slug man stumbled minorly, and regained his balance quite quickly.

"Show me what? How to fall down? Please, let the other warriors fight, make this at least more fair." Gaza said, motioning at the others from the group that strolled into town as Gaza choked the life out of the Outspoken Namekian boy, this man's son.

The others were hesitant, not wanting to interfere with the Father's revenge. However, he motioned for them to come in, showing that the man had realized his efforts were futile alone. "We have to stop him! He won't stop with just one Dragonball! Let us keep him from harming others!" The Father signaled everyone to follow him as he began running towards Gaza.

"Hm, typical." Gaza shrugged. He took a few steps towards the Namekian, meeting the Namekians there, them having been running. He jumped into the air and, spinning all the way around, swept his Power Pole at all of the heads of the incoming Namekians. They toppled like bowling pins. "Your village is weak! It was foolish to allow you to protect a ball. Whether you 'allow' me to continue or not, I will. If you have to perish for me to do so, so be it." Gaza said watching the men collect themselves and return to their feet. It was five Namekians versus one Saiyan. How one sided the circumstances, only five Namekians? Gaza chuckled at the thought.

"You can't take all of us! It's impossible! Quit while you are still standing!" The Father yelled at Gaza. Gaza face just lit up with excitement.

"And I hope you try your damnedest to stop me! It will make this more exciting." Gaza smirked. He wanted a challenge, but these men weren't proving to be much of one. This puny village, it was a mistake to allow them to guard a Dragonball indeed. Perhaps it was meant to be a smarter idea, nobody would search a tiny village for a Dragonball, right? Well, it was a random selection, Gaza was lucky to find this village on his second try.

Gaza took in a deep breathe, preparing one of his favorite techniques, Death Gale. He took a few quick steps at them, then jumped at them, landing in the middle of them, kneeling. The Nameks were all about to pile on him, then he exhaled, releasing a swarm of red Ki blades. The blades expelled from him in all directions, lacerating the Namekians that surrounded him. They were pushed backwards, away from Gaza. They bled heavily and grasped at their wounds, trying to stop the blood flow by applying pressure.

"Do you see now, insufferable Namekians? You can not defeat me!" Gaza shouted, snickering maniacally at the green skinned men that were pouring from every which way with their own blood.

"No, he's right, WE cannot. Let us pray that The Cleric has better luck with him." The Father said, still being the only Namekian of the five to speak.

"Hm, 'The Cleric' huh? Please tell me he's more powerful than the champion from the last village." Gaza said, a bit interested.

"Oh he will be. Brothers! Cast with me our energy to strengthen The Cleric in preparation for battle with the Saiyan villain!" The father commanded, stretching out his hand towards the center of the five men. The others followed suit, and they all began glowing, casting of radiant energy that gathered into a single mass before leaping at breakneck speeds off into the distance.

"Interesting, I've not seen such a ritual." Gaza said, slightly in awe.

"Now... The Cleric has been summoned," The father choked, fading quickly, "now you shall perish."

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Re: The Reckoning.

Post by Gaza on 9/23/2012, 11:01 pm

As much as Gaza wanted to leap off into the air and chase the ball of energy, he knew it would be a waste, it traveled at nearly the speed of light. He would not even have a chance to catch it. So he remained stationary. If 'The Cleric' had truly been summoned, he would come this way. "Why chase what will come to me... however, I would love to level the battlefield."

Gaza turned to the village, and it's inhabitants. They were outside, looking at him in terror. He liked the feeling, it was more of a sensation than the one he got in the tournament. It was like being praised, but better. To him it was like they looked at his 'performance' and saw his raw power, so much so they became scared for their very lives. It was more than just his physical strength, his Ki power was immense, and increasing with each passing day. It was comforting to see that he was able to strike fear into the hearts of those who see him fight. Perhaps if Ki abilities and deaths were a part of the tournament, he would be much more terrifying to those spectators.

"You, all of you! Namekians scum, listen here! I am here for one thing and one thing only, your Dragonball!" Gaza smirked. "And I will level everything in sight until I find it! Do not run, I will drag your death out longer." He said, and with that, formed a sphere of red Ki in his right palm. He lobbed it into a small house, exploding upon impact. The foundation crumbled and the residents were tossed, torn corpses now, from the home. The sight brought joy to Gaza, seeing the fresh kill. "Weaklings!"

He began to wonder to himself if he should even take the time to eliminate such a minor pest problem. Perhaps it would be better if he just waited, but waiting was boring. So he would entertain himself with the puny village people. "Right, if I am forced to wait for this 'Cleric', then you shall serve as my amusement. I just wish you were more entertaining."

The thought of a challenging battle excited Gaza. He knew that after every challenge, he was becoming substantially stronger, it was very noticeable. His flight to Namek may have hindered his progress, for it took a bit of time, and he was unable to train for lack of space. He would have to get his own ship so he could install some training equipment to keep up while he traveled to and from different destinations. That would allow for growth even when traveling, that would be much more convenient than simply waiting for the trip to end.

Gaza raised his palm and fired a purple beam from it and demolished another building. It crumbled as well, more of an implosive destruction, being a bigger building, the Galick Gun cut through the middle of the structure. Gaza couldn't see anyone inside the wreckage, how sad. It didn't matter, soon he would become very entertained, hopefully he could at least find this Dragonball and move onto the next village before The Cleric showed up. That would be the best bet for him right now, perhaps he could coax the location of a second ball out of the apparent Namekian super hero.

He could only imagine his Alliance Mates' surprise when he brought back not one, but two Dragonballs for their cause, then perhaps he would have proven himself. Trunks was apparently the holder of the most Namekian balls, so he would take the ball, or balls, to him. That would be great, perhaps even great enough to get himself a wish. They did want to help the weaker members become closer to the stronger ones. That would surely ensure their dominance in the Universe. Who would dare mess with anyone of them?

"Hmm.... That does look like a likely place to hide it." Gaza grinned as he eyed the largest building in the town, not the tallest, but the largest. It was made up of about six or so wings, all that ended with house sized domes. "It could be in any one of those domes."

Gaza crashed into one of the domes. To his surprise, there were two men inside guarding a door, but no ball. They looked shocked to see him just crash in and jumped nearly out of their skin.

"What, who are you?!?" One guard said.

"You guys don't get out much do you?" Gaza laughed. He cocked back both hands, gathering purple Ki in each palm.

"What the? Stop hi-"

"Galick Gun!" Gaza shouted, firing a separate beam from each palm, one for each of the assumed guards. The blast knocked a large hole in the wall the door sat in, making the door obsolete. The dome crumbled around Gaza, causing little damage to him. "Hm, that scuffed my new armor." Gaza scoffed.

There he saw it, sitting on a pedestal in the center of the room with many other doors on each wall. Five others, disregarding the one he just nearly obliterated. It would seem that each dome led into the center room. They were all just simply guarded entrances. It was right in front of him, the Dragonball he had been searching for. His eyes lit up with joy, joy and hunger. Hunger for power.

He stepped over to the pedestal, and took the ball from it. When he lifted it up, alarms began going off. Two guards came from each door entering the room, just in time to see Gaza take off through the roof, blasting a large hole through it. He had a Dragonball, and was home free.

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