Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 20, 2015 23:05:35 GMT -5
“My lord m-m-may I enter.” The familiar stuttering of Boreal’s voice floated through the com. Ninjin nodded without looking up from the paper he was studying. The Emperor was in his PTO CEO office and was reviewing the latest project that they were undertaking. After a long moment the Saiyan realized that there was no way of Boreal seeing the head nod and sat up.
“Enter”
Boreal’s bespectacled face came through the door before the rest of his diminutive frame. There was always a look of fright on the young Icejin’s face, and his stutter did nothing to dissuade the perception that the alien was perpetually afraid of everything. When Ninjin had taken over the PTO Boreal had been little more than a cog in the wheel, but upon leading Ninjin around the headquarters and interacting with him for some time the Emperor had grown to like the stuttering little guy and had promoted him to chief aide of the CEO.
Boreal had been shocked and had done his best to attempt to stutter out a thank you but did not get it out between his normal stutter and the shock and surprise that he was feeling. Ninjin had quickly set him to work, and had promised him that though he was getting a significant raise in both power and pay that his job was not going to be easy.
“M-M-My lord, your gi-gi-gi your gi-gi-gi” He stammered and sputtered by could not get the words out. A tall and slender and resplendently beautiful Icejin female appeared behind him. Ninjin rose as she entered and walked around his desk to stand in front of it.
“I think he meant to announce me.” Aella said the words with a chuckle and Boreal blanched in embarrassment and quickly excused himself. Aella sauntered over and then turned her head towards the door.
“I hope I didn’t embarrass the little fellow too badly.” She said thoughtfully after him and it made Ninjin smile all the more, and find her all the more beautiful.
“He’s tougher than he looks.” She nodded and turned back to him with a contended smile.
“He is an Icejin.” She said the words with pride, and it filled Ninjin with pride as well. His people. Their people. Who would have thought?
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?” A look flashed across her face as he said it and she did her best to hide it quickly. It was too late though, he had seen it, and it left a sour feeling in his stomach even though he had only seen a second of it.
“I was hoping we could grab some food. You’re not too busy are you?” Ninjin spread his arms wide and then interlocked his fingers behind his head.
“Yeah my boss said he would fire me if I left early…” The words were dripping with sarcasm. Aella rolled her eyes and shoved a playful elbow into his ribs. Together they left the building and made their way to the restaurant. After a long and private dinner in a high-class place on Alpha Prime they made their way back to the palace. A group was gathered at the gates, small in number and all dressed in black. Two Imperial Guard stared warily from just inside the gates, their spears pointing straight up in the air, but they were clearly ready.
“Shit.” Aella stopped short and it made Ninjin do the same. The way she said the word gave Ninjin the feeling she knew exactly who it was that
“Were you expecting company at my house?” Though he said the words as a joke the look she gave him told him that this was something to be taken serious. Ninjin cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s… shit it’s my brother…” Her hand came up to her forehead and pressed against it as if she were trying to get a very bad headache to go away. “He said they were going to do something like this.” She let out another exasperated sigh.
“What do they want?”
As he said the words she winced, as if she had been hoping all along that he was not about to ask that very question.
“My brother… is a racist. He and all those gathered down there believe that the PTO and Beta are best ruled by Icejin, even though I keep telling him to get his stupid head out of his stupid ass. They despise you, and they despise me now for being with you.”
Ninjin stared down at the group.
“Do they mean to try and kill me? Do they honestly think that they even could?”
That she could not meet his eye gave him all the answer it needed to. Ninjin closed his eyes and sighed.
“Go inside and tell my Imperial guard to cordon of the area. I want to handle this personally. I’m sorry. You know how this may end…” She nodded but could not meet his eye.
With a flurry his aura surrounded him as he transformed into his Ascended Super Saiyan form. They would barely have time between sensing the power and Ninjin standing right in front of them. One of the Icejin was taller than the others and bulky. None of them looked happy to see the Super Saiyan suddenly standing right in front of them, but then they were right in front of his palatial compound. The Imperial Guards on the other side tensed as they saw the crowd between they and Ninjin and they quickly flew up and over to stand between he and they, causing the mob to tense further.
“Greetings gentlemen. My name is Ninjin Hattori, Emperor of Beta. Is there something I can help you this evening?” Ninjin said the words friendly and with a charming smile. They could not harm him, they did not have the strength. It was not hard to pick out which of the Icejin was Aella’s brother, they had the same coloration. Ninjin stared into the man’s eyes without looking away and finally the Icejin broke the stare. No one said anything for a good long while.
“If you have a grievance with me I would like to hear it.” The words were not said with anger, but the tone was no less commanding for it. Some of those gathered had had enough and fled. Aella’s brother would not. Soon he was all that was left that stood in front of the Emperor.
“Tell me your name.” The Icejin would no longer meet his eye. Using his ki sensing Ninjin could tell that Aella had gone on ahead and into the palace. Whatever was going to happen next, it seemed as if she accepted it. Ninjin had no desire to harm the man, but from what she said the reverse was not true. The man trembled, whether with fear or hatred, or perhaps some combination of both, Ninjin wasn’t sure.
“F-f-fuck you.” Ninjin closed his eyes as the man said the words and the next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. The man clenched his fist in rage, the entirety of his body shook with it. It seemed as if he was moving through clear molasses, but Ninjin knew this wasn’t the case, he just so greatly outmatched the Icejin in speed and power. Ninjin stepped out of the way and to the side. The Imperial guards rushed forwards but Ninjin quickly Death Beamed the tips off of their spears, and they jabbed the Icejin in the stomach hard. He doubled over and fell to the ground groaning in pain.
“That’s not very polite. I simply asked you a question and you not only curse at me but you attack me as well. I spared you from my guards’ wrath once, I do not suspect they will allow me to hear the end of it if I do so again.” The color drained from the Icejin’s face. Ninjin looked at the masks of his Imperial guard. There was no telling what they were thinking. The look had exactly the chilling effect that Ninjin had been going for.
“I understand you are Aella’s brother and it is for that reason you have been spared.” The Icejin took in a gasp through undoubtedly broken ribs and looked up at Ninjin. He had not been able to meet Ninjin’s eyes until Aella’s name had been said.
“Don’t you say her name.” The Icejin spat the words at the king. Ninjin smirked and looked down at the creature, as a cat looks at a mouse.
“What exactly are you going to do about it? And what gives you the right to say if I can or cannot say my loves name?” The Icejin paled and took in a breath as if he had once again been butted in the chest with the broken spears when Ninjin spoke of his love for the Icejin woman, but he could not deny his feelings any longer. What else could this be called? It was for that reason that the man before him was even still alive.
“Shall we start again or are you going to continue to be rude?”
“F-F-Fuck y-y-you you monster!” That shocked Ninjin to hear. Was he a monster? When had that occurred? It had been news to him. Still the look in the Icejin’s eyes told him that that was not just a word he had labeled him with in the heat of the moment. It was something he had practice at calling Ninjin, though only just now for the first time to his face. Ninjin walked closer to the Icejin and every clip of his boots against the ground made the Icejin twitch ever so slightly with terror. When he drew close enough Ninjin crouched down. The Icejin had gotten to his hands and knees.
“What makes me a monster?” The Icejin would not look at him. Ninjin waited patiently next to him for a good long while, crouched, staring.
“Do you hate me for killing your tyrant leader? Do you hate me for brining new life and pride to Beta? Do you hate me for making your sister happy? Which of these makes me a monster? Or is it simply because I’m not the same race as you?” The Icejin tensed upon hearing the final question and his hands clenched the asphalt underneath him. Ninjin shook his head sadly and rose.
“My entire life I have dealt with those like you. Those that would see others brought harm due to their race, or some other factor that made them up. Those that judged based on what someone was rather than who that someone was. I have had my life attempted on countless times by men like you.” The Emperor passed back and forth in front of the Icejin on his hands and knees. Ninjin once again crouched down next to him.
“Men like you disgust me. You judge me? You dare to judge me?! Men like you are what took from me my son. You hate me for what I am? A Saiyan? Some kind of terrible monster? I have more love for the Icejin people than Arctic ever did! I have brought this place back to life and given us a place in this universe! What you are I love. Who you are I despise. Up. Up get him up.” Ninjin said the words as he powered down and the Imperial guards surged forwards and grabbed the Icejin around the armpits. He began to struggle against them and Ninjin came forwards and smashed his fist into the Icejin’s mouth with a right hook. The Icejin stumbled out of the guards grip and smashed onto his side like a drunken man. Ninjin walked over to him and crouched down.
“You want to fight me. Fine. Let him up.” Ninjin’s armor peeled away and was stored in a small disk on the small of his back. The Icejin looked away as he was wearing nothing but his black trunk underwear. Ninjin backed away and began punching and kicking in the air, getting his body warmed up. The Icejin rose cautiously to his feet and wiped the blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I won’t kill you like an animal, for my Aella I will give you that honor. I am going to kill you.” Ninjin turned to him and fell into his fighting stance. The Icejin rushed forwards angrily and Ninjin sidestepped his attempted tackled and brought his hands in knife-edge chops to the Icejin’s side. Even not in his Super Saiyan form Ninjin was an incredible power. The Icejin stumbled and coughed up blood, once again smashing into the roadway in front of the gates to the Imperial Palatial complex. Ninjin wondered if Aella was somehow watching what was occurring. He hoped she was not, but she would understand. They had had an understanding, and Ninjin hoped that their love could overcome.
Aella’s brother screamed in rage and transformed, bringing his power level up to an impressive level. With another roar of fury he charged at Ninjin who activated his true power and slammed his palm into the Icejin’s nose. The Icejin let out a gurgle as his mouth began to fill with blood and he stumbled backwards holding at his broken face. Ninjin’s arms came round as he fixed his fighting stance and stood stoically, waiting for the Icejin to fix himself.
“Y-Y-You’re a monster!” The Icejin gurgled the words out. Again he said them, and again Ninjin failed to see how he could be justifiably called that. Purgot Bulba had been the only being he had killed thus far that hadn’t deserved it… and even that was questionable. The Icejin came at him once more, walking on punch drunk legs. He threw one of the sloppiest punches Ninjin had ever seen and the Saiyan caught it and quickly broke it over his shoulder then side-kicked the Icer in the back of the head and to the floor, still holding the arm. Ninjin wrapped the Icejin’s arm around his leg and broke it with a sickening twist. His other boot roughly kicked the Icer in the mouth as the scream threatened to come and he fell backwards unconscious. Ninjin dropped his arm and rolled his eyes, then looked at his guard.
“Don’t you hate it when they can’t take a punch?” They simply nodded as Ninjin grinned at his own joke. The emperor walked over and grabbed the Icejin by his neck. Suddenly his eyes sprung open and he jammed his broken arm bone into Ninjin’s left shoulder. The Saiyan Emperor stumbled backwards surprised, though there was a grin on his face. The Imperial guard drew their katana’s and they lit up with blue energy. Ninjin raised his right hand to stop them.
“No no no. He just made things interesting.” Ninjin tried to move his left arm but the Icejin had had precision and his not being in his Super Saiyan form and the Icejin being in his brute form had cost the Saiyan. His arm wasn’t responding. It was no doubt some sort of nerve damage, as it didn’t hurt either. Ninjin straightened himself and clenched his right fist, his left arm dangling uselessly. The Icejin did the same, a proud grin on his face.
“You bleed just like the monkey you are. You are no god.”
“Out of respect for my love, you earned a warrior’s death. Do not mistake my mercy for weakness.” Ninjin powered up to his Ascended Super Saiyan form and rushed forwards. Aella’s brother had no time to react before his broken and useless arm was ripped entirely from his shoulder. Ninjin spun and depowered at the same time and wacked the Icejin hard over the back of the head with his own arm. Once again the Icejin fell flat on his face unconscious. His left arm was still useless.
With a sigh he signaled for the Imperial guard to get the Icejin back up onto his feet, which they did without hesitation, one grabbed the Icejin around the arm and the other had him in a side head-lock of sorts. Ninjin channeled his solar energy into his hand and pressed it against the hole where the Icejin’s arm used to be cauterizing the wound. The Icejin began to scream but one of the guards forced his broken spear shaft in his mouth and he bit down on it. Mercifully he quickly passed out again. The emperor backhanded the Icejin across the face with his right hand, enjoying it more than he probably should have considering it was his love’s brother. The Icejin’s eyes fluttered open and he let out a deep groan of pain.
“Are we on the same page now?” The Icejin nodded and Ninjin signaled for the Imperial guard to release him. They did so without question, and the Icejin stumbled but eventually stood on his own power.
“Am I still a monster?” Ninjin asked the question, and had yet to return to his fighting stance. The Icejin looked from the Saiyan to the socket where his arm used to be. Ninjin rolled his eyes.
“I am granting you a warrior’s death. I could kill you like an animal at any time, but for my love I grant you this. You are the lowest form of scum. Your kind has sought to harm others simply for being what they are, and I would wipe you all from the galaxy, and I will. Heed my words. I am not the eternal judge. Great King Yemma is. Take these last few moments of your life to get out all of your hate. It will not help you.”
The Icejin roared with fury and brought his arm back to his side. An orb of purple energy appeared there and he launched it at Ninjin. Ninjin held out his hand. This was the third technique contained within the journal, and one that he and Aella had been practicing together for quite some time. It was called the Imprisonment Ball, and it was just as powerful and as deadly as the other two techniques had been. As soon as the orb came close to Ninjin a golden sphere of ki formed around it. Aella’s brother took in a surprised taken aback gasp. There was a choice in the next moment. Ninjin could throw the orb of ki at Aella’s brother or he could let the attack dissipate. The Icejin’s look of confusion faded and it was one again replaced by the ugly one of fury.
The creature sickened The Emperor to his very core. In so many ways he was exactly like the Church. It was hard to believe that Aella and he shared part of the same DnA. The attack dissipated. He was giving him a warrior’s death, and to obliterate him with the Imprisonment Ball technique would be too easy. The Icejin charge and Ninjin grabbed him and flipped him over planting him hard on the street. The Icejin moaned in pain.
“Answer me this. Was Arctic so much better simply for being an Icejin? Was the stated that your people was forced to in the galaxy so much better because one of your own had put you there? Was what the PTO did better because it was done by your own people? Was the lack of jobs and hurting economy and putting up with Prometheus Zex’s and Arctic’s pathetic rivalry really worth it just because you could say you were ruled by one of your own kind? Does it not matter that I love you as my own?”
“Fuck you!”
The Icejin spat in his face. Ninjin closed his eyes and held out his hand. One of the broken spear tips from before was raised into it and he cut the Icejin’s throat in one swift motion. Blood gurgled in his throat as he fell to his knees and then to the floor. His last look was one of hatred towards Ninjin.
“Call the crew to come clean this up. I have to go comfort Aella. Her brother just died.”
[later]
They ate in silence. Ninjin had tried to brooch the topic with her but how do you discuss the fact that you had had to execute your love’s brother. Still… she knew what he was. What he had wanted to do to Ninjin given the opportunity. And so a raging storm inside of her tormented her, and Ninjin as well. The Emperor cleared his throat and it echoed in the large dining room. The table was laid out for a feast, as was usual for every meal. Saiyans had a historically voracious appetite and Ninjin Hattori was no different. If anything since becoming a Super Saiyan he had had more of an appetite than ever. The food was now mostly eaten, the meal coming to an end. In the distance from the barracks merriment and laughter could be heard floating up to them. It was a stark reminder of the silence that had lingered between the two since the afternoon’s incident.
“I did what had to be done.” The words hung in the air and Aella turned to look at him. There was no anger in her look, just an expressionless study.
“I will not have rebellion fostered in my kingdom, at least not over something like racism! It would be different had he reasonable grievance, but you knew what he was at heart. Even in the end He… I’m sorry Aella.” Ninjin stopped and his look softened as his eyes fell upon his love. He had killed her brother. There was the black and white of it. The shades of grey would be taken into account of course, but it would not mitigate the bite of the reality.
“I’m sorry.” It was all he could really say.
“…” She opened her mouth as if to begin to speak but closed it.
“How can I make this right?” She turned to look directly into his eyes.
“I am not mad at you.” The words shocked Ninjin. They were not at all what he had expected to hear.
“I admit I am delighted to hear that.” a relieved smiled came to the face of the Emperor, but Aella’s expression did not change.
“I heard what you said. Everything. I watched the fight from behind the gate.” Ninjin closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. She rose from her chair and walked over to him, with surprising strength she turned his chair and leaned down so her face was right in front of his own. The Imperial Guards tensed but Ninjin shot them a look that quickly made them stand down.
“If you meant everything that you said during your fight with my brother, then you are exactly what we have been praying for for a very long time. Ninjin Hattori, Icejin or not, I accept you as my king.” She leaned in and kissed him. When she pulled away he smiled, and a tension that had been resting on his shoulders and building in his chest had released, she did not hate him for what he had done.
“My brother was a fool. Our people have never had a better position in the galaxy, and he should have accepted your mercy when you offered it. Yemma judge him and damn him.” She spat and Ninjin could tell by her tone that that was the last she wished to speak on the subject. He could not blame her, nor would he bring it up again.
Techniques Acquired:
Burning Hand: Using the solar power contained within his arm Ninjin can force the energy into his hand superheating it, causing heat damage and burns to anything that he’s touching. Ninjin’s hand glows like the sun whilst using the move.
Imprisonment Ball*: Ninjin holds out his hand in front of him and is able to contain within a sphere an incoming beam or blast attack. From there he can use this to throw the orb of energy at his enemy. This attack always explodes at Ninjin’s pl, regardless of the pl of the attack trapped within. This defensive attack only works on beams and blasts, and only ones that Ninjin is within 80% or greater of. This move has a two post cool down.
*Master Level move
Pl please.
“Enter”
Boreal’s bespectacled face came through the door before the rest of his diminutive frame. There was always a look of fright on the young Icejin’s face, and his stutter did nothing to dissuade the perception that the alien was perpetually afraid of everything. When Ninjin had taken over the PTO Boreal had been little more than a cog in the wheel, but upon leading Ninjin around the headquarters and interacting with him for some time the Emperor had grown to like the stuttering little guy and had promoted him to chief aide of the CEO.
Boreal had been shocked and had done his best to attempt to stutter out a thank you but did not get it out between his normal stutter and the shock and surprise that he was feeling. Ninjin had quickly set him to work, and had promised him that though he was getting a significant raise in both power and pay that his job was not going to be easy.
“M-M-My lord, your gi-gi-gi your gi-gi-gi” He stammered and sputtered by could not get the words out. A tall and slender and resplendently beautiful Icejin female appeared behind him. Ninjin rose as she entered and walked around his desk to stand in front of it.
“I think he meant to announce me.” Aella said the words with a chuckle and Boreal blanched in embarrassment and quickly excused himself. Aella sauntered over and then turned her head towards the door.
“I hope I didn’t embarrass the little fellow too badly.” She said thoughtfully after him and it made Ninjin smile all the more, and find her all the more beautiful.
“He’s tougher than he looks.” She nodded and turned back to him with a contended smile.
“He is an Icejin.” She said the words with pride, and it filled Ninjin with pride as well. His people. Their people. Who would have thought?
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?” A look flashed across her face as he said it and she did her best to hide it quickly. It was too late though, he had seen it, and it left a sour feeling in his stomach even though he had only seen a second of it.
“I was hoping we could grab some food. You’re not too busy are you?” Ninjin spread his arms wide and then interlocked his fingers behind his head.
“Yeah my boss said he would fire me if I left early…” The words were dripping with sarcasm. Aella rolled her eyes and shoved a playful elbow into his ribs. Together they left the building and made their way to the restaurant. After a long and private dinner in a high-class place on Alpha Prime they made their way back to the palace. A group was gathered at the gates, small in number and all dressed in black. Two Imperial Guard stared warily from just inside the gates, their spears pointing straight up in the air, but they were clearly ready.
“Shit.” Aella stopped short and it made Ninjin do the same. The way she said the word gave Ninjin the feeling she knew exactly who it was that
“Were you expecting company at my house?” Though he said the words as a joke the look she gave him told him that this was something to be taken serious. Ninjin cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s… shit it’s my brother…” Her hand came up to her forehead and pressed against it as if she were trying to get a very bad headache to go away. “He said they were going to do something like this.” She let out another exasperated sigh.
“What do they want?”
As he said the words she winced, as if she had been hoping all along that he was not about to ask that very question.
“My brother… is a racist. He and all those gathered down there believe that the PTO and Beta are best ruled by Icejin, even though I keep telling him to get his stupid head out of his stupid ass. They despise you, and they despise me now for being with you.”
Ninjin stared down at the group.
“Do they mean to try and kill me? Do they honestly think that they even could?”
That she could not meet his eye gave him all the answer it needed to. Ninjin closed his eyes and sighed.
“Go inside and tell my Imperial guard to cordon of the area. I want to handle this personally. I’m sorry. You know how this may end…” She nodded but could not meet his eye.
With a flurry his aura surrounded him as he transformed into his Ascended Super Saiyan form. They would barely have time between sensing the power and Ninjin standing right in front of them. One of the Icejin was taller than the others and bulky. None of them looked happy to see the Super Saiyan suddenly standing right in front of them, but then they were right in front of his palatial compound. The Imperial Guards on the other side tensed as they saw the crowd between they and Ninjin and they quickly flew up and over to stand between he and they, causing the mob to tense further.
“Greetings gentlemen. My name is Ninjin Hattori, Emperor of Beta. Is there something I can help you this evening?” Ninjin said the words friendly and with a charming smile. They could not harm him, they did not have the strength. It was not hard to pick out which of the Icejin was Aella’s brother, they had the same coloration. Ninjin stared into the man’s eyes without looking away and finally the Icejin broke the stare. No one said anything for a good long while.
“If you have a grievance with me I would like to hear it.” The words were not said with anger, but the tone was no less commanding for it. Some of those gathered had had enough and fled. Aella’s brother would not. Soon he was all that was left that stood in front of the Emperor.
“Tell me your name.” The Icejin would no longer meet his eye. Using his ki sensing Ninjin could tell that Aella had gone on ahead and into the palace. Whatever was going to happen next, it seemed as if she accepted it. Ninjin had no desire to harm the man, but from what she said the reverse was not true. The man trembled, whether with fear or hatred, or perhaps some combination of both, Ninjin wasn’t sure.
“F-f-fuck you.” Ninjin closed his eyes as the man said the words and the next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. The man clenched his fist in rage, the entirety of his body shook with it. It seemed as if he was moving through clear molasses, but Ninjin knew this wasn’t the case, he just so greatly outmatched the Icejin in speed and power. Ninjin stepped out of the way and to the side. The Imperial guards rushed forwards but Ninjin quickly Death Beamed the tips off of their spears, and they jabbed the Icejin in the stomach hard. He doubled over and fell to the ground groaning in pain.
“That’s not very polite. I simply asked you a question and you not only curse at me but you attack me as well. I spared you from my guards’ wrath once, I do not suspect they will allow me to hear the end of it if I do so again.” The color drained from the Icejin’s face. Ninjin looked at the masks of his Imperial guard. There was no telling what they were thinking. The look had exactly the chilling effect that Ninjin had been going for.
“I understand you are Aella’s brother and it is for that reason you have been spared.” The Icejin took in a gasp through undoubtedly broken ribs and looked up at Ninjin. He had not been able to meet Ninjin’s eyes until Aella’s name had been said.
“Don’t you say her name.” The Icejin spat the words at the king. Ninjin smirked and looked down at the creature, as a cat looks at a mouse.
“What exactly are you going to do about it? And what gives you the right to say if I can or cannot say my loves name?” The Icejin paled and took in a breath as if he had once again been butted in the chest with the broken spears when Ninjin spoke of his love for the Icejin woman, but he could not deny his feelings any longer. What else could this be called? It was for that reason that the man before him was even still alive.
“Shall we start again or are you going to continue to be rude?”
“F-F-Fuck y-y-you you monster!” That shocked Ninjin to hear. Was he a monster? When had that occurred? It had been news to him. Still the look in the Icejin’s eyes told him that that was not just a word he had labeled him with in the heat of the moment. It was something he had practice at calling Ninjin, though only just now for the first time to his face. Ninjin walked closer to the Icejin and every clip of his boots against the ground made the Icejin twitch ever so slightly with terror. When he drew close enough Ninjin crouched down. The Icejin had gotten to his hands and knees.
“What makes me a monster?” The Icejin would not look at him. Ninjin waited patiently next to him for a good long while, crouched, staring.
“Do you hate me for killing your tyrant leader? Do you hate me for brining new life and pride to Beta? Do you hate me for making your sister happy? Which of these makes me a monster? Or is it simply because I’m not the same race as you?” The Icejin tensed upon hearing the final question and his hands clenched the asphalt underneath him. Ninjin shook his head sadly and rose.
“My entire life I have dealt with those like you. Those that would see others brought harm due to their race, or some other factor that made them up. Those that judged based on what someone was rather than who that someone was. I have had my life attempted on countless times by men like you.” The Emperor passed back and forth in front of the Icejin on his hands and knees. Ninjin once again crouched down next to him.
“Men like you disgust me. You judge me? You dare to judge me?! Men like you are what took from me my son. You hate me for what I am? A Saiyan? Some kind of terrible monster? I have more love for the Icejin people than Arctic ever did! I have brought this place back to life and given us a place in this universe! What you are I love. Who you are I despise. Up. Up get him up.” Ninjin said the words as he powered down and the Imperial guards surged forwards and grabbed the Icejin around the armpits. He began to struggle against them and Ninjin came forwards and smashed his fist into the Icejin’s mouth with a right hook. The Icejin stumbled out of the guards grip and smashed onto his side like a drunken man. Ninjin walked over to him and crouched down.
“You want to fight me. Fine. Let him up.” Ninjin’s armor peeled away and was stored in a small disk on the small of his back. The Icejin looked away as he was wearing nothing but his black trunk underwear. Ninjin backed away and began punching and kicking in the air, getting his body warmed up. The Icejin rose cautiously to his feet and wiped the blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I won’t kill you like an animal, for my Aella I will give you that honor. I am going to kill you.” Ninjin turned to him and fell into his fighting stance. The Icejin rushed forwards angrily and Ninjin sidestepped his attempted tackled and brought his hands in knife-edge chops to the Icejin’s side. Even not in his Super Saiyan form Ninjin was an incredible power. The Icejin stumbled and coughed up blood, once again smashing into the roadway in front of the gates to the Imperial Palatial complex. Ninjin wondered if Aella was somehow watching what was occurring. He hoped she was not, but she would understand. They had had an understanding, and Ninjin hoped that their love could overcome.
Aella’s brother screamed in rage and transformed, bringing his power level up to an impressive level. With another roar of fury he charged at Ninjin who activated his true power and slammed his palm into the Icejin’s nose. The Icejin let out a gurgle as his mouth began to fill with blood and he stumbled backwards holding at his broken face. Ninjin’s arms came round as he fixed his fighting stance and stood stoically, waiting for the Icejin to fix himself.
“Y-Y-You’re a monster!” The Icejin gurgled the words out. Again he said them, and again Ninjin failed to see how he could be justifiably called that. Purgot Bulba had been the only being he had killed thus far that hadn’t deserved it… and even that was questionable. The Icejin came at him once more, walking on punch drunk legs. He threw one of the sloppiest punches Ninjin had ever seen and the Saiyan caught it and quickly broke it over his shoulder then side-kicked the Icer in the back of the head and to the floor, still holding the arm. Ninjin wrapped the Icejin’s arm around his leg and broke it with a sickening twist. His other boot roughly kicked the Icer in the mouth as the scream threatened to come and he fell backwards unconscious. Ninjin dropped his arm and rolled his eyes, then looked at his guard.
“Don’t you hate it when they can’t take a punch?” They simply nodded as Ninjin grinned at his own joke. The emperor walked over and grabbed the Icejin by his neck. Suddenly his eyes sprung open and he jammed his broken arm bone into Ninjin’s left shoulder. The Saiyan Emperor stumbled backwards surprised, though there was a grin on his face. The Imperial guard drew their katana’s and they lit up with blue energy. Ninjin raised his right hand to stop them.
“No no no. He just made things interesting.” Ninjin tried to move his left arm but the Icejin had had precision and his not being in his Super Saiyan form and the Icejin being in his brute form had cost the Saiyan. His arm wasn’t responding. It was no doubt some sort of nerve damage, as it didn’t hurt either. Ninjin straightened himself and clenched his right fist, his left arm dangling uselessly. The Icejin did the same, a proud grin on his face.
“You bleed just like the monkey you are. You are no god.”
“Out of respect for my love, you earned a warrior’s death. Do not mistake my mercy for weakness.” Ninjin powered up to his Ascended Super Saiyan form and rushed forwards. Aella’s brother had no time to react before his broken and useless arm was ripped entirely from his shoulder. Ninjin spun and depowered at the same time and wacked the Icejin hard over the back of the head with his own arm. Once again the Icejin fell flat on his face unconscious. His left arm was still useless.
With a sigh he signaled for the Imperial guard to get the Icejin back up onto his feet, which they did without hesitation, one grabbed the Icejin around the arm and the other had him in a side head-lock of sorts. Ninjin channeled his solar energy into his hand and pressed it against the hole where the Icejin’s arm used to be cauterizing the wound. The Icejin began to scream but one of the guards forced his broken spear shaft in his mouth and he bit down on it. Mercifully he quickly passed out again. The emperor backhanded the Icejin across the face with his right hand, enjoying it more than he probably should have considering it was his love’s brother. The Icejin’s eyes fluttered open and he let out a deep groan of pain.
“Are we on the same page now?” The Icejin nodded and Ninjin signaled for the Imperial guard to release him. They did so without question, and the Icejin stumbled but eventually stood on his own power.
“Am I still a monster?” Ninjin asked the question, and had yet to return to his fighting stance. The Icejin looked from the Saiyan to the socket where his arm used to be. Ninjin rolled his eyes.
“I am granting you a warrior’s death. I could kill you like an animal at any time, but for my love I grant you this. You are the lowest form of scum. Your kind has sought to harm others simply for being what they are, and I would wipe you all from the galaxy, and I will. Heed my words. I am not the eternal judge. Great King Yemma is. Take these last few moments of your life to get out all of your hate. It will not help you.”
The Icejin roared with fury and brought his arm back to his side. An orb of purple energy appeared there and he launched it at Ninjin. Ninjin held out his hand. This was the third technique contained within the journal, and one that he and Aella had been practicing together for quite some time. It was called the Imprisonment Ball, and it was just as powerful and as deadly as the other two techniques had been. As soon as the orb came close to Ninjin a golden sphere of ki formed around it. Aella’s brother took in a surprised taken aback gasp. There was a choice in the next moment. Ninjin could throw the orb of ki at Aella’s brother or he could let the attack dissipate. The Icejin’s look of confusion faded and it was one again replaced by the ugly one of fury.
The creature sickened The Emperor to his very core. In so many ways he was exactly like the Church. It was hard to believe that Aella and he shared part of the same DnA. The attack dissipated. He was giving him a warrior’s death, and to obliterate him with the Imprisonment Ball technique would be too easy. The Icejin charge and Ninjin grabbed him and flipped him over planting him hard on the street. The Icejin moaned in pain.
“Answer me this. Was Arctic so much better simply for being an Icejin? Was the stated that your people was forced to in the galaxy so much better because one of your own had put you there? Was what the PTO did better because it was done by your own people? Was the lack of jobs and hurting economy and putting up with Prometheus Zex’s and Arctic’s pathetic rivalry really worth it just because you could say you were ruled by one of your own kind? Does it not matter that I love you as my own?”
“Fuck you!”
The Icejin spat in his face. Ninjin closed his eyes and held out his hand. One of the broken spear tips from before was raised into it and he cut the Icejin’s throat in one swift motion. Blood gurgled in his throat as he fell to his knees and then to the floor. His last look was one of hatred towards Ninjin.
“Call the crew to come clean this up. I have to go comfort Aella. Her brother just died.”
[later]
They ate in silence. Ninjin had tried to brooch the topic with her but how do you discuss the fact that you had had to execute your love’s brother. Still… she knew what he was. What he had wanted to do to Ninjin given the opportunity. And so a raging storm inside of her tormented her, and Ninjin as well. The Emperor cleared his throat and it echoed in the large dining room. The table was laid out for a feast, as was usual for every meal. Saiyans had a historically voracious appetite and Ninjin Hattori was no different. If anything since becoming a Super Saiyan he had had more of an appetite than ever. The food was now mostly eaten, the meal coming to an end. In the distance from the barracks merriment and laughter could be heard floating up to them. It was a stark reminder of the silence that had lingered between the two since the afternoon’s incident.
“I did what had to be done.” The words hung in the air and Aella turned to look at him. There was no anger in her look, just an expressionless study.
“I will not have rebellion fostered in my kingdom, at least not over something like racism! It would be different had he reasonable grievance, but you knew what he was at heart. Even in the end He… I’m sorry Aella.” Ninjin stopped and his look softened as his eyes fell upon his love. He had killed her brother. There was the black and white of it. The shades of grey would be taken into account of course, but it would not mitigate the bite of the reality.
“I’m sorry.” It was all he could really say.
“…” She opened her mouth as if to begin to speak but closed it.
“How can I make this right?” She turned to look directly into his eyes.
“I am not mad at you.” The words shocked Ninjin. They were not at all what he had expected to hear.
“I admit I am delighted to hear that.” a relieved smiled came to the face of the Emperor, but Aella’s expression did not change.
“I heard what you said. Everything. I watched the fight from behind the gate.” Ninjin closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. She rose from her chair and walked over to him, with surprising strength she turned his chair and leaned down so her face was right in front of his own. The Imperial Guards tensed but Ninjin shot them a look that quickly made them stand down.
“If you meant everything that you said during your fight with my brother, then you are exactly what we have been praying for for a very long time. Ninjin Hattori, Icejin or not, I accept you as my king.” She leaned in and kissed him. When she pulled away he smiled, and a tension that had been resting on his shoulders and building in his chest had released, she did not hate him for what he had done.
“My brother was a fool. Our people have never had a better position in the galaxy, and he should have accepted your mercy when you offered it. Yemma judge him and damn him.” She spat and Ninjin could tell by her tone that that was the last she wished to speak on the subject. He could not blame her, nor would he bring it up again.
Techniques Acquired:
Burning Hand: Using the solar power contained within his arm Ninjin can force the energy into his hand superheating it, causing heat damage and burns to anything that he’s touching. Ninjin’s hand glows like the sun whilst using the move.
Imprisonment Ball*: Ninjin holds out his hand in front of him and is able to contain within a sphere an incoming beam or blast attack. From there he can use this to throw the orb of energy at his enemy. This attack always explodes at Ninjin’s pl, regardless of the pl of the attack trapped within. This defensive attack only works on beams and blasts, and only ones that Ninjin is within 80% or greater of. This move has a two post cool down.
*Master Level move
Pl please.