Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 3:22:48 GMT -5
Early morning, still dawn. The rising sun raising from the peaks and curve of the pathetic planet.
What a lovely view it was from the heights in which a very specific male had himself stationed. High atop a sky scraper, his form tight and tense. His arms crossed and legs the same, eyes shut as he slept peacefully in the statue like poise. His armored chest rising and lowering in a rhythm pattern. His raven black hair contrasting from the light blue hue the rising sun cast over the earth. To most, mainly the earths oddest, this sight would be considered wondrous and a true beauty.
Though, the Saiyan believing it a sign of the coming day and nothing more. In his eyes, only an idiot would really derive beauty from a mere sight of the galaxy. Although, despite it being such an idiotic argument, to each their own. May as well insult and respect the idea anyway. These manners thing wss something the children of Vegeta didn't bother with. At least; not in Orion's corners. His role model parents never around like any other. No one on Vegeta was truly raised. It taught them how to fend and become strong from birth. Something many of the insects on the planet lacked from birth to adulthood. Truly showing who the superior was.
None the less, the Saiyan's presence was for rather important reasons. Important to him and his true strength. Although to be explained soon, as he began drifting into a deep sleep.
Within the Saiyan's dreams flashed images of recollections. To the lessers considered scary and something of their 'thriller flicks' as they called it. From his earlier experience, transitioned the images. From boyhood up to teenage-hood. The first few images being of his birth. His young and tiny size being with a distraught face like any other. Face beet red from wailing and shrieking upon being let free of his month long prison. For a newborn, his legs kicked fiercely whilst his mouth stretched from ear to ear to pierce the ears of those unfortunate to witness or attend the event.
The next of his childhood. His trait of constant bawling and wailing carrying strong. As if his face was truly constantly the darkest shade of red. The memories derived being of when he was always in what he considered a waste of time: school. His fists always balled up and his mouth opened and screaming for his sake of destroying his lungs unintentionally. It carried on through his life, until his final year of what humans called "Middle School" where he'd begin growing out of his outrageous state of anger and crying. No, this ended as soon as his next memory flashed into his brain.
His dream faded to black as he remembered his recent years of "School of High". In this era, he'd began fighting his fellow colleagues. Not wanting to at first but slowly giving his race's nature it's time to gleam truly. The memory truly showing was when an unnamed young man shoved and thought it a good idea to battle against a new face. The teenage Orion getting roughed up vastly, to where his face resembled that of a swollen injury alone. One could see his boiling blood oozing down his brow as he remembered how badly he destroyed the other male. True to memory, he was able to simply end the other's consciousness with but a few fell swipes of his fist. The dreamy version of his past gazing onto the knocked out kid before fading to white.
The only reason Orion was even in the area was for the reason of contesting himself against the slugs that called themselves fighters. Though, showing how serious he was about humiliating them was apparent what with the Saiyan being the first to appear on the scene of battle. Going as far as to appear ahead of initiation and camping out before due date. As he drifted out of his sleeping form, the Saiyan's brow twitched some and his nose wiggling some to the sides as if something disturbed his senses.
Come to show, the reason his nose wiggled like it did was due to a minor itch. His body answered subconsciously, his right arm brushing against his part gently before returning to it's position of being underneath his left. Shortly after, the male's eyes opened with a slow pace. Blinking twice, Orion looked to his sides a few times although refusing to move any further. His eyelids just half over his eyes and having his pupils lazily shift from left to right. From his position, he was atop of one of the West's needles. The large spike only a few yards away, the male resting on the oval shaped section.
Slowly awakening, the Saiyajin rose from his crossed pose. Now standing up, his shadow vanished with the haze of dawn. Still, he didn't quite derive any sense of beauty from the sight. If anything, it upset his vision to where he'd need to waver it away to give him clear sight. "..Annoying.." The male grunted, his deep and gruff voice sounding off.
Stretching his arms out, the Saiyajin grabbed his elbow and loosened himself up properly. His neck being popped and cracked, fingers after. Lastly, his legs being put out and let extended to allow much quicker movement. As well better to keep from having a vital limb hyper extended or twisted badly. Huffing, he began searching for what the earthlings called "The Tournament Grounds". Judging from it's name, it seemed like a proper spot to contend and become top of earths human battlers. All he had to do was hide his luxurious tail from sight and he'd be allowed entry.
Time to follow up. Taking a runner's pose, the Saiyan rushed forward. His arms going from to and fro as he somersault off of the landing area he initially began. As he spring off of the needle, his ability to fly kicked in immediately. His body spinning rapidly before taking a mid-air stance and darting off into the distance in pursuit of wherever the competition was. A pinkish aura engorging his figure as he moved forward in the land. His dark brows furrowed as he began seeking strong opponents to test his might against.
During flight, something felt wrong. The airborne Saiyan could not exactly place his finger on it, but in the deepest pit in the cess pool of a stomach he boasted, he could feel something was very much off. As if something or someone was trailing him, watching him and plotting against him. Then again, the egotistical man could have simply been allowing his imagination to roam past it's set bounds. Still, it was unsettling to the man. Enough for him to break a single sweat on the side of his brow. Strange..
Now he realized. While the male couldn't sense energies, he could definitely hear well. And he heard the secondary sounds of his tailers flight. The second bursts of air and flight making a loud noise, only a little bit underneath his own. Stopping abruptly, the Saiyajin male stood his height in the now bright skies. It was clear that time passed from his initial rest.
The thing following him stopped as well. But out of sight..? Whatever was trying his flight was either quick or invisible. It turned out that mysterious force was revealed as five separate beings entirely. All nearly identical. A challenge? A hit? It wasn't like Orion did anything to he killed..yet. Perhaps the new challengers could suffice for the petty tournament the humans were hosting. Yes, just from view he could tell just what they had in store for him.
One of the new aliens was blue in skin, handsome and donning blonde hair. His armor identical to his cohorts, only he had a flowing cape.
The other appearing as a tubby, yellow man. Bald and spikes lining his head. Something intimidating..to an amateur.
The two who looked identical all together were green and small in height. Claws having three fingers on each hand, no nose and a large slice on their heads.
Finally the last was similar to any other human. Except, this final man was pink in skin. Two large, black horns on the side of his head. As well his head alone looking like that of a brain exposed. Disgusting.
All five of these aliens forming some kind of team, as they all had the same emblem on their armors.
"Eh? I'm sorry, ladies. I'm not interested in your cookies, so get to moving."
His smart remark on the teams calligraphy forced the men to all gasp and whine in surprise had never been insulted for their idiotic ideal of what a good team looked like. Well, someone would need to whoop each and every single one of their rumps until they realized just how dumb their thoughts were and get a sense of actual common sense. Their collective gasps making the Saiyan chuckle some.
"Eugh!"
"What'd he say?!"
"Cookies?! Where??"
The four minor members all made the own respective comments on Orion's remark. Only one the four really being serious and disgusted by how their squad was insulted, while the twin green-men worried on where the aforementioned cookies were currently located at the time. Just goes to show just how down the crapper one team could go in a matter of time, really. Waving his hand, the captain seemed to only laugh at the joke. Versus his boys all getting sour from it quickly.
"You have jokes, monkey-boy! To think, we were going to toy with you! Now we may as well just slaughter ya! Get 'em boys!"
Apparently these twinks were going to toy with the Saiyajin Warrior, Either way, not single one of them was going to leave his sight without being mutilated by his hand. If they were lucky, hed just blast them into bits. Then again, Orion wasn't exactly the most merciful on the battle field. The two green men were fist, appearing to be the grunts of this squadron. They moved in synergy, in sync if one would. Both swiveling over one another in mid-air, rushing for Orion's standing form.
Unfortunately for them, he was much stronger than them combined. Both of the midget looking aliens rushing for his sides- only for his fists to meet their hideous faces. Ultimately scrambling their eyes, fracturing their noses and giving them enough shock to kill an elephant. Both falling back into the earth and down into the ocean below. This issued the same dramatic gasp from before, the yellow tinted alien rushing him next. His round body still capable of exceeding certain speed. While he was slow at first, he managed o catch Orion off guard from the dazzling speed. His meaty fist rushing his center stomach, knocking some air out the Saiyan's system quickly. From behind, the blue skinned one appeared and kneed his spine savagely. Being double teamed, the Saiyan would need to do something in order to drive them off of him successfully. Unfortunately all he could do was push them off manually. A slight groan escaped Orion as I turned into a scream. His pink aura flashing up as his power level sky rocketed into it's maximum. The two aliens backing up quickly.
Snapping out, Orion vanished from view. Appearing behind the two men and grabbing their necks tight. Smashing their skulls together, they'd be stunned momentarily as Orion chuck them farther out in the skies than they already were. A their spiraling corpses fling outward, Orion's two extended fingers aimed at the two owned men. Utilizing his 'Filthy Fireworks' technique, nothing appeared to happen; at first. A second after, both of the alien's bodies imploded from the inside. Their atoms dematerializing into nil.
"What the..?! My best men! I'll end you, punk!" The Captain grunted, getting serious and entering some kind of stance.
"Then come get me, insect." Orion made a 'come on' motion with his hands. Instigating for this weakling to charge him.
The idiotic man fell for the taunt quickly. Darting toward Orion, the Captain performed an inten rush combo. Hooking and jabbing the Saiyan mercilessly. He was much stronger than his imbecilic henchmen, that was for sure. Jabbing at Orion's throat, his arrogance dribbled from the boy at that moment. He recovered easily, though. Pretending to suffocate, holding his neck with two hands tight. False coughing, the Saiyan looked up and smirked. Smashing in the pink man's esophagus and pushing in his trachea savagely. The alien was stunned for a large amount o time, allowing the Saiyan to end he ambush there. Using this window of opportunity, Orion stood up and backed away quickly.
Curling his fingers and putting his joined hands o his chest, Orion began murmuring something. A fuchsia colored aura surround his body as the aura flare-up and a vein on the side of his forehead popped some He was preparing a rather strong technique of his. The enemy was weakened as it was, so he wouldn't need to charge too much. Taking but a few mere seconds, Orion screamed out his techniques title before the pink aura of his flared up like a wildfire and a large beam of energy evaporated the enemies body into nothingness.
"GARLICK CANNON!"
Now that the idiotic people were gone, it left Orion to himself. Satisfied and happy with his actons, the male would need to go and rest his body up. All the while, the Saiyan thinking,
“I should go home.”
What a lovely view it was from the heights in which a very specific male had himself stationed. High atop a sky scraper, his form tight and tense. His arms crossed and legs the same, eyes shut as he slept peacefully in the statue like poise. His armored chest rising and lowering in a rhythm pattern. His raven black hair contrasting from the light blue hue the rising sun cast over the earth. To most, mainly the earths oddest, this sight would be considered wondrous and a true beauty.
Though, the Saiyan believing it a sign of the coming day and nothing more. In his eyes, only an idiot would really derive beauty from a mere sight of the galaxy. Although, despite it being such an idiotic argument, to each their own. May as well insult and respect the idea anyway. These manners thing wss something the children of Vegeta didn't bother with. At least; not in Orion's corners. His role model parents never around like any other. No one on Vegeta was truly raised. It taught them how to fend and become strong from birth. Something many of the insects on the planet lacked from birth to adulthood. Truly showing who the superior was.
None the less, the Saiyan's presence was for rather important reasons. Important to him and his true strength. Although to be explained soon, as he began drifting into a deep sleep.
Within the Saiyan's dreams flashed images of recollections. To the lessers considered scary and something of their 'thriller flicks' as they called it. From his earlier experience, transitioned the images. From boyhood up to teenage-hood. The first few images being of his birth. His young and tiny size being with a distraught face like any other. Face beet red from wailing and shrieking upon being let free of his month long prison. For a newborn, his legs kicked fiercely whilst his mouth stretched from ear to ear to pierce the ears of those unfortunate to witness or attend the event.
The next of his childhood. His trait of constant bawling and wailing carrying strong. As if his face was truly constantly the darkest shade of red. The memories derived being of when he was always in what he considered a waste of time: school. His fists always balled up and his mouth opened and screaming for his sake of destroying his lungs unintentionally. It carried on through his life, until his final year of what humans called "Middle School" where he'd begin growing out of his outrageous state of anger and crying. No, this ended as soon as his next memory flashed into his brain.
His dream faded to black as he remembered his recent years of "School of High". In this era, he'd began fighting his fellow colleagues. Not wanting to at first but slowly giving his race's nature it's time to gleam truly. The memory truly showing was when an unnamed young man shoved and thought it a good idea to battle against a new face. The teenage Orion getting roughed up vastly, to where his face resembled that of a swollen injury alone. One could see his boiling blood oozing down his brow as he remembered how badly he destroyed the other male. True to memory, he was able to simply end the other's consciousness with but a few fell swipes of his fist. The dreamy version of his past gazing onto the knocked out kid before fading to white.
The only reason Orion was even in the area was for the reason of contesting himself against the slugs that called themselves fighters. Though, showing how serious he was about humiliating them was apparent what with the Saiyan being the first to appear on the scene of battle. Going as far as to appear ahead of initiation and camping out before due date. As he drifted out of his sleeping form, the Saiyan's brow twitched some and his nose wiggling some to the sides as if something disturbed his senses.
Come to show, the reason his nose wiggled like it did was due to a minor itch. His body answered subconsciously, his right arm brushing against his part gently before returning to it's position of being underneath his left. Shortly after, the male's eyes opened with a slow pace. Blinking twice, Orion looked to his sides a few times although refusing to move any further. His eyelids just half over his eyes and having his pupils lazily shift from left to right. From his position, he was atop of one of the West's needles. The large spike only a few yards away, the male resting on the oval shaped section.
Slowly awakening, the Saiyajin rose from his crossed pose. Now standing up, his shadow vanished with the haze of dawn. Still, he didn't quite derive any sense of beauty from the sight. If anything, it upset his vision to where he'd need to waver it away to give him clear sight. "..Annoying.." The male grunted, his deep and gruff voice sounding off.
Stretching his arms out, the Saiyajin grabbed his elbow and loosened himself up properly. His neck being popped and cracked, fingers after. Lastly, his legs being put out and let extended to allow much quicker movement. As well better to keep from having a vital limb hyper extended or twisted badly. Huffing, he began searching for what the earthlings called "The Tournament Grounds". Judging from it's name, it seemed like a proper spot to contend and become top of earths human battlers. All he had to do was hide his luxurious tail from sight and he'd be allowed entry.
Time to follow up. Taking a runner's pose, the Saiyan rushed forward. His arms going from to and fro as he somersault off of the landing area he initially began. As he spring off of the needle, his ability to fly kicked in immediately. His body spinning rapidly before taking a mid-air stance and darting off into the distance in pursuit of wherever the competition was. A pinkish aura engorging his figure as he moved forward in the land. His dark brows furrowed as he began seeking strong opponents to test his might against.
During flight, something felt wrong. The airborne Saiyan could not exactly place his finger on it, but in the deepest pit in the cess pool of a stomach he boasted, he could feel something was very much off. As if something or someone was trailing him, watching him and plotting against him. Then again, the egotistical man could have simply been allowing his imagination to roam past it's set bounds. Still, it was unsettling to the man. Enough for him to break a single sweat on the side of his brow. Strange..
Now he realized. While the male couldn't sense energies, he could definitely hear well. And he heard the secondary sounds of his tailers flight. The second bursts of air and flight making a loud noise, only a little bit underneath his own. Stopping abruptly, the Saiyajin male stood his height in the now bright skies. It was clear that time passed from his initial rest.
The thing following him stopped as well. But out of sight..? Whatever was trying his flight was either quick or invisible. It turned out that mysterious force was revealed as five separate beings entirely. All nearly identical. A challenge? A hit? It wasn't like Orion did anything to he killed..yet. Perhaps the new challengers could suffice for the petty tournament the humans were hosting. Yes, just from view he could tell just what they had in store for him.
One of the new aliens was blue in skin, handsome and donning blonde hair. His armor identical to his cohorts, only he had a flowing cape.
The other appearing as a tubby, yellow man. Bald and spikes lining his head. Something intimidating..to an amateur.
The two who looked identical all together were green and small in height. Claws having three fingers on each hand, no nose and a large slice on their heads.
Finally the last was similar to any other human. Except, this final man was pink in skin. Two large, black horns on the side of his head. As well his head alone looking like that of a brain exposed. Disgusting.
All five of these aliens forming some kind of team, as they all had the same emblem on their armors.
"Eh? I'm sorry, ladies. I'm not interested in your cookies, so get to moving."
His smart remark on the teams calligraphy forced the men to all gasp and whine in surprise had never been insulted for their idiotic ideal of what a good team looked like. Well, someone would need to whoop each and every single one of their rumps until they realized just how dumb their thoughts were and get a sense of actual common sense. Their collective gasps making the Saiyan chuckle some.
"Eugh!"
"What'd he say?!"
"Cookies?! Where??"
The four minor members all made the own respective comments on Orion's remark. Only one the four really being serious and disgusted by how their squad was insulted, while the twin green-men worried on where the aforementioned cookies were currently located at the time. Just goes to show just how down the crapper one team could go in a matter of time, really. Waving his hand, the captain seemed to only laugh at the joke. Versus his boys all getting sour from it quickly.
"You have jokes, monkey-boy! To think, we were going to toy with you! Now we may as well just slaughter ya! Get 'em boys!"
Apparently these twinks were going to toy with the Saiyajin Warrior, Either way, not single one of them was going to leave his sight without being mutilated by his hand. If they were lucky, hed just blast them into bits. Then again, Orion wasn't exactly the most merciful on the battle field. The two green men were fist, appearing to be the grunts of this squadron. They moved in synergy, in sync if one would. Both swiveling over one another in mid-air, rushing for Orion's standing form.
Unfortunately for them, he was much stronger than them combined. Both of the midget looking aliens rushing for his sides- only for his fists to meet their hideous faces. Ultimately scrambling their eyes, fracturing their noses and giving them enough shock to kill an elephant. Both falling back into the earth and down into the ocean below. This issued the same dramatic gasp from before, the yellow tinted alien rushing him next. His round body still capable of exceeding certain speed. While he was slow at first, he managed o catch Orion off guard from the dazzling speed. His meaty fist rushing his center stomach, knocking some air out the Saiyan's system quickly. From behind, the blue skinned one appeared and kneed his spine savagely. Being double teamed, the Saiyan would need to do something in order to drive them off of him successfully. Unfortunately all he could do was push them off manually. A slight groan escaped Orion as I turned into a scream. His pink aura flashing up as his power level sky rocketed into it's maximum. The two aliens backing up quickly.
Snapping out, Orion vanished from view. Appearing behind the two men and grabbing their necks tight. Smashing their skulls together, they'd be stunned momentarily as Orion chuck them farther out in the skies than they already were. A their spiraling corpses fling outward, Orion's two extended fingers aimed at the two owned men. Utilizing his 'Filthy Fireworks' technique, nothing appeared to happen; at first. A second after, both of the alien's bodies imploded from the inside. Their atoms dematerializing into nil.
"What the..?! My best men! I'll end you, punk!" The Captain grunted, getting serious and entering some kind of stance.
"Then come get me, insect." Orion made a 'come on' motion with his hands. Instigating for this weakling to charge him.
The idiotic man fell for the taunt quickly. Darting toward Orion, the Captain performed an inten rush combo. Hooking and jabbing the Saiyan mercilessly. He was much stronger than his imbecilic henchmen, that was for sure. Jabbing at Orion's throat, his arrogance dribbled from the boy at that moment. He recovered easily, though. Pretending to suffocate, holding his neck with two hands tight. False coughing, the Saiyan looked up and smirked. Smashing in the pink man's esophagus and pushing in his trachea savagely. The alien was stunned for a large amount o time, allowing the Saiyan to end he ambush there. Using this window of opportunity, Orion stood up and backed away quickly.
Curling his fingers and putting his joined hands o his chest, Orion began murmuring something. A fuchsia colored aura surround his body as the aura flare-up and a vein on the side of his forehead popped some He was preparing a rather strong technique of his. The enemy was weakened as it was, so he wouldn't need to charge too much. Taking but a few mere seconds, Orion screamed out his techniques title before the pink aura of his flared up like a wildfire and a large beam of energy evaporated the enemies body into nothingness.
"GARLICK CANNON!"
Now that the idiotic people were gone, it left Orion to himself. Satisfied and happy with his actons, the male would need to go and rest his body up. All the while, the Saiyan thinking,
“I should go home.”