A Promising Hero Rises

His time on Earth had, thus far, been uneventful. Though, this was not for a lack of effort on his part. Rather, it was a superhuman effort from the human race to hide it’s champion. From what he had deduced, Kakarot had suffered a malfunction in his programming and changed his name to something else. The most common name he had managed to squeeze out of the puny bastards was ‘Son Goku’; no doubt the name Kakarot had chosen for himself. Releasing a bored ‘harumph’ as he dropped some poor sod’s body, he turned.

This city had given him all he needed. There was no longer any use for it; unless a warrior type popped up. Hadn’t that man he just killed warned him of their famous warriors, their world class gym and training facilities? Perhaps the humans would be able to offer him something useful after all, then. He cast no backward glances to the bloodied body of his previous opponent as he strode out of a rather sketchy back alley, and into the middle of the crowded expressway. One thing humans were good for was finding a way to cramp themselves all into a small area.

Saiyans were scattered all around their home planet, and the stars. Even with the entire galaxy at their fingertips, it always seemed like they were everywhere. Hell, there were two on Earth, which was about as backwater as planets came. Sure, the scenery was beautiful, but they chose to ruin everything with their urban projects. All of the roads on his home world were paved with sand and the buildings were of natural material; it was not the same as this... this strangely artificial world.

The concrete beneath his feet felt soaked by the summer sun, warming the bottom of his boots and his lengthy cape. He had wandered into the middle of what appeared to be a crowded intersection, surrounded by a large square. He could see strange, moving advertisements on large screens, which adorned even larger buildings that were called ’skyscrapers’. He preferred to call them useless; they served no purpose other than to house the ant-like species that was the human race.

His right hand rose into the air as ‘cars’ lined up in front of him, hovering just above the ground. Somehow, they had managed to advance far enough to acquire flying vehicular transport, but had been unable to devise anything powerful enough to investigate the vestiges of space. It was almost pitiful, and would be classified as such if it weren’t so damnable. If his father were here, he’d have already annihilated the entirety of this solar system.

Violet waves of energy vibrated their way through the air, shaking the ground beneath his feet with a gentle rumble. As light began to build, his ki spiked; the civilians in their vehicles poked a head out to get a better look, their eyes drawn to the unique glow of Vegeta’s energy. It was brighter than any neon sign in the square, and certainly more interesting. They had not seen such feats since the defeat of the Demon King Piccolo.

As it happened, few Earth Warriors knew how to harness their ki energy. While his energy continued to build, the Saiyan Prince could only grin. His pearly white teeth shone in the sunlight and in the reflective light of his power, which had already cast a grim purple shadow over the rest of the area. If anyone couldn’t see him, it was undoubtable that they would eventually feel him. His energy finally collected into a bright ball of heat, which released a heavy wave into the air around him.

The recoil sent his feet through the concrete as the blast shot off into the blue sky, screeching and wailing as it flew through the air. Screams riddled the crowd, but his wave was far louder than anything they could have managed. It was doing his shouting for him, a symbol of his power on clear display for the denizens of Earth, an easily observable challenge for any warrior powerful enough. If they wanted some, they could come and get some.

”If you’ve nothing to entertain me, I’ll just level this whole city! I’ve no problem with giving you a fresh fireworks show!”

WC: 734
Actions:
1.) Energy Wave (+15 FP) (Not @ Target)
2.) Rest (-10 FP)
3.) Rest (-10 FP)

Battle Tracker: Vegeta

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Smells of noodles and dumplings filled the air of the small diner Gaza had chosen for his lunchtime meal. Being a relatively large building for the small village surrounding it, he assumed the food must be good. The locals were very kind and didn't seem at all frightened by him. That would be different, he assumed, if they were able to sense his energy and, of course, if he hadn't been suppressing it. The general population generally seemed terrified of Ki users when they put their abilities on display.

Gaza was face deep in a bowl of beef and noodles when a man come bursting in the front door. "Everybody, come outside! There's some sort of monster!" He shouted with a bit of a southern accent. Gaza was interested, his head shot up so fast, the noodles he was slurping up were still hanging in his mouth, swinging around like a bunch of small pendulums. He quickly slurp up the rest of his meal, wiped his face with a napkin, and ran outside. That was the first time he saw him, Vegeta.

Vegeta was floating in the air, gathering energy into a sphere above him. Gaza stared in amazement, he couldn't be human. That's when he noticed Vegeta's tail. Gaza grabbed his own, unsure of what he was doing it for. "He's... a Saiyan." Gaza said under his breathe. In the time he'd been on Earth, he'd only heard stories of other Saiyans, not seen them. Then it became apparent, Vegeta wasn't here for something good. "What's he doing with that Ki ball?" He said, meaning to think it. By then others were starting to notice Gaza's tail and make an association between the two.

"You seem like a good Kid, you gotta stop him!" A man yelled behind Gaza, putting his hand on the young Saiyan's shoulder. Gaza just nodded as he prepared to take off. Vegeta then launched his blast into the air, thrusting his own body downward, sinking into the pavement. Gaza quickly leaped into the air. He formed a small Ki ball in his hand.

"Hey, up here!" Gaza shouted as he threw the Ki ball at Vegeta, aiming for his chest. "Pick on someone your own species!"

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WC 372
Actions:
1.) Ki Ball (+15 FP) (@ Vegeta)
2.)Rest(-10 FP)
3.)Rest(-10 FP)

Battle Tracker:

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For the briefest moment, silence prevailed over anything else. The crowd had been stunned by the mighty display of energy he had produced; so wowed by his display that they had been rendered speechless before him. However, they still ran like ants beneath a magnifying glass, their weak and pasty bodies struggling to free themselves from their self-created prison. Had they not packed themselves so tightly together, they would have been able to escape. Fortunately for the Prince, they were too foolish to do such a logical thing.

From the side, a voice rose out in defiance. His head turned quickly, dark eyes locking onto the source almost immediately. It was a young man, probably thinking himself important. The truth would have set him free of his delusions of grandeur, but he would allow the boy to settle for a quick and painless death. At least, that was what he’d been planning to do before the boy released a firmly packed blast of energy in his direction.

As the ball wound it’s way through the air toward him, the Prince’s right hand raised reflexively. He was used to smacking blasts down out of the air, a tactic that had allowed him to survive much longer than he usually would have. Had he just allowed every blast to slam into his guard, he would’ve been too damaged to continue fighting. However, the way it stood, this blast was not fatal. The boy was not too powerful; there was an opportunity to embarrass this child that was far more interesting.

Casually, he turned and leveled his hand at the blast. As it neared his body, more of the same violet energy began to flock to the Saiyan’s palms. He would eradicate this boy; he would eradicate him quickly and efficiently, as he was taught to do. Were he a little stronger, he would have earned the right to a drawn out battle with him. Still, often one was forced to put down a rambunctious pup. This was no different, to him.

The boy’s blast reached his palm, which now occupied the area his chest had been prior, with little to show for it’s efforts. From Vegeta’s hand emerged a second, equally powerful wave of energy; this one was actually aimed at a target. The concussive force of his wave was once again enough to send him skidding backwards through the concrete, far enough that his cape made contact with the door of a car.

As the purple energy began to dissolve into thin air, the Saiyan’s ki spiked up around him. He was going for a firm and deadly blow, signified by the pointing of his finger at his target. Making sure he had the boy cleanly in his sights, the Saiyan’s smirk grew. If the boy could survive a blow like this, he would be interesting enough to play with for a little while; if he failed, as most humans tended to do, he would find himself to be the owner of an early grave.

A thin beam of energy worked it’s way from his fingertip, twinkling in and out of the visible spectrum beneath the glaring brightness of the sunlight. It was probably faster than he was, and if it managed to make contact with the boy? It would explode with a fury never before seen by the inhabitants of such a pathetic village, never before observed on such a backwater planet as Earth.

Then again, the boy may prove able to tell him of Kakarot’s location; he understood that he was rather ‘high profile’ on this planet.

”Tell me boy, have you heard of a man named ‘Son Goku’?”, his voice was dripping with a mixture of bored curiosity, and well bred malice. If his blast was successful, he’d wasted his question. If the boy managed to survive it, he would truly prove himself interesting.

Either result was fine with him; if the boy died, he’d at least managed to get a moment’s fun out of the village. If the boy lived, there was more yet to be had with this wannabe hero of a child.

WC: 706
TWC: 1,440

Actions:
1.) Negate + Overwhelm + Ki Wave @ Gaza (+15 FP ; -2 VP)
2.) Final Impact @ Gaza (+48 FP ; -8 VP) (2,375 Ki)
3.) Rest @ Self (-10 FP)

Battle Tracker: Vegeta

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It was shocking to say the least to see Vegeta overwhelm his blast with such ease. Gaza wasn't sure what to do. He panicked and raised both his arms out in front of himself. He gathered as much energy as he could to be able to safely get the blast off in time. He released a wave of fiery Ki, hoping to stop Vegeta's incoming blast. Wincing as he released the blast, Gaza was unsure of it's success until the smoke cleared. Seeing as he was not hit by the blast whilst waiting, he assumed he was successful. He was almost in shock. He'd just stopped another Saiyan's attack. He was unsure of his potential, for he was not analyzed at birth like most Saiyans. His parents were not of much importance, so his birth was overlooked.

There were more important things at hand, however. Gaza was faced with the substantial threat that is Vegeta. He had managed to stop a minor Ki wave, but he was sure the Elder Saiyan would have more up his sleeve. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to sound a little confident. "Ha! That all you got?" Gaza yelled, gathering all the courage he could. "Your gonna have to do a little better than that!"

Vegeta raised his finger, like he was holding a gun. Gaza was sure this was going to be another attack. Vegeta released a blast from his fingertip, a blast that went much faster than the last one. "Tell me boy, have you heard of a man named ‘Son Goku’?"

Gaza had no time to fire back, it would just make him take more damage. There was only time to ready himself for the impact. He raised both arms across his chest and took the impact to his forearms. The blast exploded upon impact. Gaza was pushed backwards in the air, something he didn't expect. "Goku? Yeah, I've heard of him. Who hasn't? People around here look at fighters like him like he's a monster. They fear what they don't understand." Gaza said, explaining to Vegeta. Perhaps that would catch Vegeta's attention and he'd leave this confrontation. "That second blast of yours..." he huffed in exhaustion. "That was more like it!"

Gaza was ready now, he knew what to expect from this strange foe. It wasn't going to be easy, but maybe he could pull this off, IF he played his cards right. Here goes nothing, he thought to himself. Gaza rushed at Vegeta, closing some of the distance between them. He had decided to try and attack with his favored technique, rather than using it as a defense. "Your not like these Earthlings, huh? You're Saiyan?" Gaza said, holding his tail in his hand again, "Just like me." As if he was going to distract Vegeta with small talk, he quickly raised both palms towards Vegeta and summoned his strength to attack again. "Hyah!" Gaza shouted, expelling the fiery blast he had used moments before. Now it was an attack, he had to act like it. He pushed at the blast, pulling back a hand and thrusting it forward again, fueling the blast with more power. He did this with both hands, then let up. He wasn't sure if Vegeta was still there or not. He hoped that he was, honestly. He hadn't been challenged by someone in quite some time.

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WC 562
TWC 934
Actions:
1.) Negate @ Vegeta's Ki wave + Flaming Torrent (+36 FP)
2.) Block @ Vegeta's Final Impact (+24 FP)
3.) Flaming Torrent @ Vegeta (+36 FP)


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His blast exploded along the boy’s arms, sending smoke and stray strands of energy jutting through the air at all angles around him. As spark-like shards of violet light diffused into the air, the Prince lowered his previously raised arm. Now that he was paying attention, he could sense the boy’s meek signature through his own glorious burst of energy. While the smoke began to settle, he kept his eyes locked onto the child through the smog.

The boy seemed relatively unharmed, perhaps a little shaken but otherwise fine. Any burns on his arms were indiscernible, a sign of his resilience. This child would prove interesting after all, then. He remained hovering over the ground, displaying that his leap had not been for effect only. He was trying to get some kind of aerial advantage over the veteran Saiyan warrior. That, as it so happened, was not going to help him very much.

Then the bomb dropped; the boy revealed his heritage as a Saiyan, something easily identifiable by the tail. For the briefest moment, Vegeta’s eyes lingered on the tail, which seemed to hang in his opponent’s hand. That was not something that could be bluffed; however, the question remained. How had he gotten to Earth? How many other Saiyans were living here? Eyes narrowing, Vegeta pondered these new queries as the boy sank into his battle stance.

Was this a surprise attack? Was that what he was doing? If so, he was going to be severely disappointed. Still, the boy’s energy was climbing rather quickly. He was going for a counter blow, likely with the same attack he’d nullified the elder warrior’s blast with. Smirk finally fading, Vegeta steeled himself. He wanted to experiment with this boy a little longer, see the extent of a Saiyan’s power for being raised on Earth.

After all, no respectful or space-raised Saiyan would wear such garb. The boy was dressed in something atypical to a stripper’s clothes. He had no visible body armor, and his arms were easily visible. If he were doing battle on Vegeta, he’d have had them burned off years ago for such a display. It was enough to draw a grunt from betwixt his lips, as he stepped forward, cape flapping behind him as the child’s fiery blast was released.

He crossed his arms over his face and walked into the blast, relishing the burning sensation of an even moderately powerful opponent’s ki; it was far more of a challenge than anything else he’d gotten out of this godforsaken rock. Oxygen was sucked from the air around him as he plowed forward with the stubbornness of a pack mule, his body being bombarded from all angles with the flames of his opponent.

Who on Earth could he have learned this from? Was it possible that humans did have some form of warrior-elite amongst them? If so, it was likely that Kakarot was considered in that regard. As the boy said, ’they fear what they don’t understand’. Few could understand the natural might and power of a Saiyan, or the reason for which they evolved their eerie natural ability. The saying rang more true for Saiyans than any other species; ‘what does not kill you, only makes you stronger’.

He kept this in mind as he plowed through the boy’s blast, the heat-wave subsiding only as he reached the end. Grinning darkly as the oxygen rushed back to his brain and his burns, the Prince inhaled deeply. Smoke filtered into his nose as it rose off of the split and scorched concrete, creating a ghastly sight for his opponent in the form of a burned glove. The devilish expression on his face told of his rebuttal to the idea of abnegation, his refusal to go down from such an upstart warrior’s attack. Vegeta did not favor the underdog.

”Keke; not bad, for trash.”, the Saiyan’s voice rose over the piercing silence, displaying his opinion of his opponent’s attack. He had seen far better, though he had no true way of knowing if this was his enemy’s standard. He had no idea of knowing whether or not the boy was high-class or low-class; all that mattered was that he won.

His fist moved quickly, rushing in the form of a quick and ruthless backhand toward his opponent’s face. Whether or not it succeeded, his leg would shoot out next, striking toward the hip while his opponent was likely distracted with his first strike. Striking at the hip was tactically sound; it threw the opponent off balance, and provided an opening for a finishing combination, known on Earth as ‘the old one-two’. No one could accuse Vegeta of being ignorant of Earth Culture.

”Now, let me show you what your race is capable of!”

He’d killed enough Earthlings to pick up some of their lame lingo, not that he relished that fact. His leg retreated quickly, the Saiyan pulling himself back into his stance before any counter attacks could be had. His left hand stretched out now, forming a powerful hook poised to connect with his opponent’s cheekbone, as he stepped forward. He then turned, his body spinning quickly as both hands connected together in an axe handle; he was going to try and take this boy’s head off with his final blow, a smashing and spinning club to the face.

WC: 928
TWC: 2,368


Actions:
1.) Block @ Flaming Torrent (+9 FP; - 2 Vitality)
2.) Pummel @ Gaza (3 Rating 1 Strikes; +5 FP)
3.) Heavy Smash (+8 FP; Rating 2)

Battle Tracker: Vegeta

Spoiler:

Hope was all he had, at this point, and Gaza had hoped his attack was enough. Who was he kidding? This guy was obviously of a more substantial level of power than him. The blast cleared and There stood Vegeta, within melee range.

"Keke; not bad, for trash." Trash? Gaza couldn't believe him. Who was this guy to call him trash? He was just as much a Saiyan as Vegeta. He was stunned and reveling in thought when Vegeta struck him. A backhanded slap to the face. Then a knee to the hip, which made Gaza wanna collapse. Then, a two punch combination to his face. ”Now, let me show you what your race is capable of!”

Still in shock, Gaza looked back up, wiping a bit of blood from his chin that trickled out of his mouth. He looked right at Vegeta, unsure of what to do next, but he was feeling dizzy. He reared back to strike Gaza again, but Gaza was ready this time. Gaza meant to duck, but he was so light headed he just fell on his back, getting grazed by Vegeta's fist. Surprised by this himself, he squirmed back to his feet.

"Listen here, we are both Saiyans. I don't know what makes you think you can call me trash, but don't underestimate me!" Gaza shouted, half tempted to get in Vegeta's face. He was irrepressibly pissed, and it was showing. Gaza wished he knew more techniques, but it wasn't like he could stop and learn these things while battling. He didn't have much in terms of a counter offensive, besides his same old flame torrent, but that was perhaps too anticipated. So he decided to match him blow for blow.

Rotating his body counter-clockwise, Gaza reared back his left fist, ready to punch. Too suspectable, instead he brought his knee up, seeking to hit Vegeta's chest. If that worked or not, he had to follow it up, so Gaza dropped his elbow, aiming for the top of the Prince's head. Then finally, to top it all off, Gaza shot his other knee at Vegeta, aiming for the ribs.

Hopefully, he had stunned Vegeta enough that he would not expect a flame torrent. He stepped back, but only just out of melee range, and quickly fired his favored technique. The one he'd already used twice this encounter. He realized it probably seemed repetitive, but he didn't have much choice in the matter.
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WC 408
TWC 1342

Actions:
1.)Dodge @ Heavy Smash (+6 FP)
2.)Pummel @ Vegeta (3 Rating 1 strikes, +5 FP)
3.) Flaming Torrent @ Vegeta (+36 FP)


Battle Tracker:

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Vegeta’s fists grazed the boy’s skin, the child’s body swaying backwards from the damage that had already been inflicted upon him. It was obvious that he wasn’t taking the beating very well, and that knowledge only brought more satisfaction to the warrior prince. He was easily triumphing over an opponent he was naturally dominant over, proof of his drive and his birthright. He was the Prince of all Saiyans, and the difference between royalty and peasantry was being illustrated right before his eyes.

The boy scrambled to his feet, his eyes trained tightly on the noble before him. Vegeta couldn’t blame him, really. He was truly an awe inspiring sight, something that was especially true in combat. His dark eyes remained locked onto the red haired warrior as his lips parted, no doubt preparing a speech about his chances. Throughout the years, he had discovered one thing to be true of the lower class; they always tried to step above their station and challenge those who were better left to their own devices.

Had this youth not attacked him, yes, the village would have been destroyed. However, he would have most definitely been able to save himself the pain and suffering he was currently enduring. As he began to babble on about the similarities between them, Vegeta’s fingers went about the task of fixing his gloves. He was growing bored of this child already, though this was providing him with a mild workout. He hadn’t been forced to wade through a wave of fire in quite a while.

The boy’s short speech came to a conclusion with some line about underestimation; though, that was not the way the veteran of the pair perceived it. One could not underestimate trash; there was no reason to create a level of expectation for something so lowly. Anyone who busied themselves with the machinations of the foolish was simply bringing themselves down to that level, that much was easily apparent to a man of his station.

Years ago, his father had taught him that lesson by berating and easily defeating a so called ‘low-class-elite’. He was, supposedly, a warrior of inequitable power for his station. As it so happened, the final three words were the most important in the phrase. ‘For his station’, ‘for his level’, for his class. The Saiyan had been easily triumphed over by his elite father, something that had been made possible by his birthright as an Elite.

If you were not an elite, you were not worth the establishment of a baseline for expectation. That was why this child was so wrong. He was raised on Earth, unaware of the customs of his people or his place. Thankfully for the boy, Vegeta was going to make him very aware of the difference between them. He was, as they said, too gracious for his own good. So, as the boy charged him, Vegeta’s eyes quickly caught onto the child’s motion.

The Saiyan Elite watched him spin, his fist rising in a feint. It would have been more believable had he actually thrust it forward with the jerking of his knee; though he could not blame the boy. He had been raised by a weaker culture than he should have been. That was the fatal flaw between them both; that was the reason he was even engaging Vegeta in the first place, instead of saving himself as he should have.

Vegeta’s right elbow moved to connect with his opponent’s knee, applying full physical force to ward it away from his chest. He knew that the boy was going for some kind of opening; struggling to find some type of victory. It was not surprising. It was common in battle to probe an opponent’s defenses in order to find something of an opening, however the boy did not seem to be doing it well enough.


In a follow up strike, the child’s elbow came down from above. That was an improvement, most definitely. He was striking from the Saiyan’s blind spot, an area which he could not normally see. That had most definitely been taught to him. The Prince’s back arched quickly, taking advantage of his superior speed in order to throw his head out of the way. Two dark eyes followed the elbow down as it cut through the air where his skull had been but a moment prior, while his feet left the ground.

His leg rose as his opponent’s did, albeit faster. Expression blank, the Prince struggled to send it flying into his enemy’s hip, a repeat of his previous motion. He had managed to rock the child before, and it would certainly be prudent to probe a certified weak spot. If he was able to connect with it every time, what was the point in avoiding it?

Whether or not his strike connected, he pushed himself backwards through the air, a pair of booted feet hovering just above flame-scorched concrete. The boy had more or less purged the area of any life a moment before, taking advantage of his energy proficiency. Still, Vegeta’s was superior. That much was easily noticeable; he was leading this battle so far, and he would most definitely continue to establish his dominance.

His left hand cocked back as Gaza jumped backwards, the energy within both fighters rising quickly. The Saiyan Prince’s fingertips were the first sign of danger for his opponent, glowing with that dangerous purple light, the same shine that had ended many lives prior. Still, he was not going for a kill here; he was going for a demonstration. If anything, Vegeta was at the least merciful. He would beat this boy to within an inch of his life to teach him a lesson, and spare him the trip to the afterlife.

As fire burst forward from the child’s palms, the Prince thrust his fist forward. A dazzling display of light and color filled the air as purple light clashed with orange flames; if anyone were still around, it would have most definitely been an awesome display of skill and power. However, as with most displays, theirs would need to come to a conclusion eventually.

A singular bead of sweat fell from the Saiyan’s brow as he pumped more energy into his attack, channeling energy from the world around him to aid him in the comeuppance of this child. He could feel his blast beginning to take the lead; his energy starting to compete more ferociously. So, it was with that thought in mind that he would take a page from the boy’s book. He had utilized that strange flame-technique three times now, to moderate results.

So, Vegeta too would repeat a trick from his arsenal. His free hand stretched around the blast being shot from his other palm. Fingers closing tightly into a fist, the Prince was forced to begrudge himself a grin as his index extended, much like the barrel of some kind of toy gun.

”Heheh, see you later, boy!”, words followed by a thin discharge of high impact energy, ready to explode at the slightest impact.

WC: 1,210
TWC: 3,578

Actions:
1.) Counter @ Gaza Pummel + Rush Attack (+15 FP; -2 VP)
2.) Negate + Overwhelm + Galick Gun @ Flaming Torrent + Gaza (+38 FP; -4 VP) (2,164)
3.) Final Impact (+48 FP; -8VP) (2,375 Ki)
Totals: + 101 FP ; - 14 VP

Battle Tracker: Vegeta

Spoiler:

There was an obvious sense of pride and satisfaction on Vegeta's face. It sickened Gaza. It was then clear to him, to get ahead, he'd have to cut the nice guy crap. He'd have to be bad to be able to do good. Vegeta had proven all of Gaza's offensives to be futile. It was obvious he was being bested, now he could go down fighting, or roll over and die. Perhaps going down fighting would be more admirable, and Vegeta would spare him.

Vegeta evaded all of his melee blows by simply rushing him. It was seeming more and more likely that he would die here. A warrior's farewell, that's what he'd make it. Vegeta negated his Flame Torrent with some sort of beam attack, leaving Gaza nearly defenseless. He raised his arms, trying to absorb some of the damage. It didn't feel any better. He did this really in spite of Vegeta, he knew that he wanted to just end Gaza. Perhaps he could sway him, perhaps he would stop.

"I see now, I was wrong. I thought I could change the world! Like it was just that easy!" Gaza shouted, bruised and bloodied, loosing feeling in his left arm. "I figured from the time I was young, that if I worked hard enough, and was nice enough, power would come my way. I see things different now, and for that I thank you, stranger."

With that being said, Vegeta trained his finger on him again. ”Heheh, see you later, boy!” Then the blast came, too close for it to be dodged. Too sudden for it to be blocked. Gaza was struck and he fell to the Earth, crashing on top of a car, broken glass flying all over, cutting the back of Gaza's arms. Blood poured from him like he was a leaking pool. He felt like he was loosing consciousness.

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WC 314
TWC 1656

We predetermined that first to 10VP lost, as to avoid a casualty.

Actions:
1.) Block @ Galick Gun (+12 FP)



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