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Post by Leke Hattori on Jun 28, 2013 15:57:40 GMT -5
The ride over to Coliseum Immortal was uneventful. The three Hattori siblings had taken their own transport, a royal space shuttle befitting a king (or his sons and daughter, in this case). The three trained lightly and ate and slept well on their journey to the Omega Collective, making sure their bodies were in the best shape they could be in when they arrived at the extravagant arena built for the First Galactic Martial Arts Tournament. Their shuttle descended upon the space rock after receiving clearance to land and would let off the three young royal Saiyans.
Of course, Akassa and Ninjin would take the lead, being the elders. Leke would just follow them to where they were supposed to register. Looking around while they walked, he saw all of the buildings and shops leading up to the coliseum. Some were ridiculous, some were nice - but all were useless to them. They had everything they could ever want as the offspring of the Saiyan King.
Approaching the designated area, after his elder sister and brother signed up, he signed his name on the sign-up and followed Ninjin and Akassa.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
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Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
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Zeni: 1,049
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Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jun 29, 2013 16:38:51 GMT -5
The royal family had indeed traveled together, few words passing between the three as they traveled through space. Normally they were not given one of the royal ships for such travel, but as their father had said the three of them were to represent the family in the tournament. Akassa was sure Celeh had been sent on her way as well, although most likely by means of public transportation. She may have been a royal guard, but she was not a royal family member. Even still the Princess hoped to see the girl do well in the tournament, how entertaining would it be if the girl bested Ninjin if the two happened to be paired up? The low class Saiyan had proven herself anything but that in their small spar, having managed to dislocate Akassa’s arm even though she still did end up losing. Either way Akassa looked forward to watching the female’s progress in the tournament.
For most of the journey she sat in one of the chairs, except for the small amount of time she spent eating or training, with her arms cross over her chest and one leg crossed over the other she sat in silence, her eyes closed as she prepared herself. Deep down she knew she could beat both of her brothers, in her mind there was no doubt of this. As for whomever else she went up against in the tournament she felt just as confident, after all she had not yet met someone she could not best in a serious fight and the Princess was taking this tournament very seriously. The King had agreed to consider allowing her to wear the family colors if she was to win. If she was to fail how would she be able to make the argument to ask to wear them in the future? Setting her jaws she lets out a long breath, the Galactic Tournament was hers to win.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 13:29:36 GMT -5
Though on the outside he appeared his calm confident self, the internal battle that was going on inside Ninjin Hattori was anything but. His mind was abuzz, the thought of the Galactic Tournament and how close it was ever at the forefront of his mind. He was going to win. He knew that like he knew that his last name was Hattori and he was the rightful heir to New Vegeta and the throne of the Saiyans. It wouldn't, it couldn't possibly be anyone else. He lifted his eyes off of the floor of his seat and looked at Akassa.
There was always mixed feelings there. On the one hand she was his sister no matter how much he didn't like the fact, it was there. She had some aspects of their father in her features, and some of that human mother of her's. On the other hand she was a disgrace, especially with that red in her hair. He almost hoped it came down to the two of them in the tournament, so that way he could beat some respect into her.
His eyes flickered over to Leke. There. There was a Saiyan worthy of the title of Hattori. A sibling Ninjin could be proud of. His younger brother was growing into an exceptional prince and warrior, and he might have even had a shot at winning the tournament had Ninjin himself not been apart of it, though despite his brotherly pride Ninjin would defeat him without mercy were their names to come up together at some point.
"My lords, we will be docking momentarily. Welcome to Omega." Came the crystal clear voice of the pilot over the speakers. Ninjin lazily rolled his head and looked out the view port down at the hive of scum and villainy that was the Omega Collective. Tall skyscrapers bristling with lights greeted his eyes, the lights appearing even brighter in the backdrop of the asteroid that Omega was built into. Ninjin shivered at the thought of having to live down there in such... poverty.
He rose from his chair as the ship touched down and was the first down the ramp, as was befitting his position. Leke and Akassa followed behind as they made their way to the tournament check in station. There were far more fighters than the crown prince would have thought, but he pushed his way through them as if they were nothing at all. And to him they were, the royal symbol of the Saiyans on his chest making that quite clear. He signed his name in the check in booth and made his way to where he was told was the staging area. He almost laughed at the others gathered, it would be too easy for him to win. Ninjin Hattori, Crown Prince and Galactic Champion. It was only a matter of time.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 15:31:19 GMT -5
Truffle was sitting on the royal spaceship, forgotten by the three siblings, lost in their own minds. Truffle was as well in his own head, thinking about the consequences of fighting in the tournament, and what would happen if he were to face one of the royal family in a fight. He would lose, of course, unless maybe it was Leke he was fighting, and he based that only on strength. When it came to cunning, there was nobody who could match Akassa, but Truffle could almost read what Ninjin was thinking, and then the little one…who knew?
He shook his head, he wouldn’t allow himself to see his family as enemies. The unknown factors, those other than the royal family, those would be the ones he had to worry about and the ones he had to defend his family from. It was scary to him, to think that these people were going to be allowed to lay their hands on Ninjin. Well, if anything bad happened to Ninjin, they would have to answer to Truffle for it.
When he realized that the rest of the royal family had left the spaceship, he exited in his usual simian like fashion, and found his way to the gates of the coliseum, and registered for the tournament, which proved to be quite difficult since he didn’t speak a lick of English, and so it took him at least an hour to properly sign in.
He found the staging area where he knew his prince would be, and went and stood behind him. The prince gave him a look, as if to say, “what took you so long.” Truffle sighed. It’s not easy being blue.
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Post by graderr on Jul 1, 2013 16:28:21 GMT -5
Leke: 475 Pl Ninjin: 633 Pl Akassa: 578 Pl Truffle: 497
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