Rage - Akassa Hattori

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

His initial humor was not lost on her completely, but the only reaction it elicited was a small grin and her continued assault. With her Zenzoken giving her the advantage for a moment her foot connected solidly with his midsection, the force behind the blow more than enough to take him right off his feet. Quick to react to her successful strike her follow up is fast and precise, her whip expertly wrapping around his ankle to prevent him from going too far away. The sickening pop that comes from his knee had not been her intention, but it was not something that was going to hinder her from executing the rest of her combination. With a twist she brings him up and over to slam him hard into the ground, the same laugh as before rolling out over her lips.

The force her brother hits the ground with would have killed a lesser Saiyan. When he wheezes out his comment she couldn’t help but smile. It was not a reaction to his words directly, more because he was proving just how tough he was. Saiyans of the Hattori line were legends among their people, their toughness and strength far surpassing any other family tree. Until recent events Tsuyo had been the strongest since their recreation, but Nasu and Akassa had surpassed them. While she was fully aware she was stronger than her younger half-brother, it was pleasing to see just how durable he was. There were few in the Universe that could take a hit from her and so easily shrug it off. The crater his body left in the ground upon impact was a testament to how much force she had put behind the slam, yet here he was rising to his feet. It was good to be a Hattori.

Thinking he was wiping the blood from his mouth just as she had, and nothing more, she reacts instinctually when his arm snaps towards her. Before he had spit into her face and she had not been able to block it due to their proximity to one another. This time he was farther away, her metal arm lifting to protect most of her face and good thing too. Instead of the blood splattering against her arm like it should the Queen hears what sounds like small pebbles peppering her forearm, some managing to get past as they knick her cheeks and ears. Apparently he could harden his blood in a similar way to Ninjin although to lesser effect. That was not the only distraction he attempted, Akassa feeling the clasp on the back of her sports bra unhinging as her eyes widen slightly. Nasu had psychokinetic powers just like her, something he had displayed when crushing his own ship, but to pull something like this was…deviously clever. Unfortunately for him his sister’s modesty was something she valued below her desire to win. If Akassa found one day she could grow more powerful by wearing fewer clothes, then she would never visit a tailor again.

Still, his unorthodox tactic does help him catch his sister slightly flatfooted. His right fist connects with her jaw, snapping her head to the side before his right foot slams into side to draw a grunt. If she had stopped to attempt to fix her top than he might have found himself connecting with even more blows, but she chose to fight back instead. Not to mention the straps that went over her shoulders and crossed over her back held the garment relatively in place, her jacket also assisting in keeping her covered. As his left came in for her face her right snaps up to catch his fist, her left doing the same as his right attempts a follow up. Gripping his fists she felt herself sliding back, boots dragging through the soil as he presses into her. Grinning she holds him at bay for the moment, her arms admittedly straining to keep his stationary.

”You speak the truth Nasu. It is pleasing to see you will attempt anything to win, but don’t you realize how disrespectful it is to try and disrobe a Queen, not to mention I could have you tried for treason.” She adds with a grin, attempting to poke at the accusations of their late stepmother. Gripping his fists tightly she feels her feet slide back several more inches as his floating body presses forward, his arms working to overpower hers. As she clutches his fists the Queen uses her own psychokinetic powers to clasp her bra.”You are willing to try cheap tactics against me, how far are you willing to go against our enemies Nasu? There are those in the Universe that will not be pleased with our ascension to the power we will become, but I will not let any of them stand in our way. Will you do as is needed when the time comes?” An honest question for her second in command, the Queen needing to be sure he was fully committed. Words were one thing, but action is what counted.

As she spoke Akassa was also already on the offensive, but it was subtle this time. Her left palm was pressed to his knuckles, a seemingly harmless position, if she had not had a small enhancement worked into her artificial hand. At the center of the metal palm was a small white crystal, something hardly noticeable with the naked eye. All the small gem needed was to be in contact with the flesh of another and she could will it to draw energy from them, draining the Ki from their body. After she had secured her bra Akassa had activated the crystal, talking with him to hopefully distract him from the fact it was starting to drain his energy. She was normally a straight forward and brutal fighter, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be deceptive as well. There was more to her than met the eye.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

He'd hit his sister, the most powerful fighter in the universe as far as he knew; he'd lived to see his father killed, his mother avenged; He'd found the family in his brother Ninjin and now his sister Akassa, both of whom had seemingly accepted him, that he'd always longed for. And still seeing his sister smile, not even full on laugh, just smile at a joke he had made gave him more satisfaction than all of those facts. Combined.

Seeing his sister smile at his comment meant that even beyond her seemingly cold exterior there was someone else there who could appreciate these things. He’d spent his life using humor to deflect tough situations, to relate to anything and everything. Either that or massive amounts of violence...he was a saiyan after all...Looking back on that, it probably wasn’t a good sign, mental health professionals would probably call him bipolar. Not to his face of course. Mental health professionals were by their nature doctors who spent time studying instead of fighting, and thus were fragile. If any of them had dared insult him like that he’d be the first to prove them right by breaking their legs.

The thought brought him back to reality as his own knee popped painfully at the whiplash force from his sister’s whip. Ouch.

Wiping the blood away from his mouth he launches it back at his Queen and while most of it is blocked he can see thin cuts appearing on her ears and cheeks. Not waiting to see if his first distraction had any effect Nasu charged. He throws his first punch just as the latch on her back slipped free, clearing his concentration from his telekinesis to focus on purely physical fighting.

Another burst of joy floats through him as his distractions seemingly had their desired effect and his fist connects with Akassa’s face, quickly followed by a kick to her stomach. The kick however was a poor choice. He should have immediately followed up with another punch as the kick had winded his sister but pushed her farther away, both slowing him down, and giving her more time to react. As his left fist went to drive into her face her hand came up faster than he would have thought possible catching it. Hoping to catch her off balance he throws a right but she catches that one as well.

Damn he must be getting slower. Had he not been training enough?

With both hands now in her clutches Nasu throws his energy behind him trying to push his sister backwards for all he’s worth. She began to slide back albeit slowly, however Nasu began sweating, drops running down his face and into his eyes annoyingly and he felt the muscles in his arms begin to burn as if he’d been fighting for hours not minutes.


”You speak the truth Nasu. It is pleasing to see you will attempt anything to win, but don’t you realize how disrespectful it is to try and disrobe a Queen, not to mention I could have you tried for treason.” Kass says and Nasu couldn’t help it, he was so dumbfounded she made a joke he lost his concentration momentarily and his feet slide back several feet negating whatever progress he had made. Still it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“You’re one to talk, I think killing the King is far more treasonous than undressing the Queen.” he said grinning hoping she’d take it as a joke. Fights were generally serious things but Nasu had a hard time taking anything overly serious for long. His sister seemed to be having none of that however as the next words out of her mouth gave the conversation to a more grave tone.

”You are willing to try cheap tactics against me, how far are you willing to go against our enemies Nasu? There are those in the Universe that will not be pleased with our ascension to the power we will become, but I will not let any of them stand in our way. Will you do as is needed when the time comes?” she said pushing forward again. Slowly Nasu dropped to a knee, why was he so tired?! Was he really this weak? This out of shape? Damn.

“I was willing to kill my own family if it came to it. I’ll do whatever is necessary to protect the family I have left.” he said putting emphasis into the second half of the sentence. He knew he meant it. He didn’t care what lines he had to cross, he wouldn’t let anything happen to the family he had. “And it doesn’t matter what other people, races, planets think about us. It’s never mattered to Saiyan’s. Might makes right, it always has. And you and I are two of the most powerful beings alive in the universe right now. I spent my life studying Tsuyo always believing he was a titan. And today even with your weights on both of our powers dwarf his. Let the challengers come, those we can’t dissuade with our words we can convince with our fists.” he said the last through clenched teeth as he was now drenched in sweat and on his knee. Clearly something was wrong here. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed to back off and get some time to think about why he was getting so weak.

Quick as he could he drew back his left arm, snatching it out of his sister’s right hand. Without thinking he formed a destructo disk and threw it at his sister’s robotic arm. He wasn’t sure if she’d have time to realize what was going on and dodge and he didn’t want to do permanent damage to her. Instead he aimed for the already robotic limb hoping to sever it from her again.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Akassa felt both of his fists slam into her palms, the force behind each blow something to be proud of. While she had managed to time her movement’s right to catch them she still slid back. Even with her with her legs set to brace herself her younger brother had the power within him to match her, enough power to match the ruler of New Vegeta. With his efforts double in an attempt to move her farther backwards she couldn’t help but smile as she spoke, her words having a hint of humor, but also carrying respect for the sibling she addressed. Of course she was not normally one for jokes and laughing, yet growing closer to Nasu by the second she felt more comfortable letting some of her softer side show. An added bonus was how much it threw him off, his lapse in concentration costing him the ground he had gained.

”I killed no King, only a coward and a liar.”Her tone hardening some with the response, but it was quick to shift after the serious point had been made. ”Besides, I am Queen now…no one has the power to put me on trial for treason, an act I would never commit.” A confident smirk forming on her lips as she finishes the statement. As much as she attempted to lighten the mood with it there was truth to her words. In a way she was above the laws of her home, the power she possessed making her only answerable to herself. That was not to say she would murder and do as she pleased like Natisha and Tsuyo, but she would do what was necessary to rule. The mantle she now wore came with its benefits, but it also came with its burdens. Every action she did would affect others for good or for worst and she was going to have to live with it. Such was the case with Leke, a decision that she knew had been right but that didn’t mean it did not weigh on her. To be Queen meant so much more than ruling.

Planning on commenting further she is surprised when he yanks his fist free, thinking she had him with his body unknowingly being drained by the crystal on her hand. The sudden shift in which direction he is applying force is enough for him to break free of her grasp, one hand now open to attack. Seeing the energy forming below the appendage her eyes widen at the realization of what sort of technique it was, a Kienzan. Shocked he would try something to potentially deadly on her she immediately tries to shift back, realizing too late he was only aiming for her mechanical arm. Twisting as fast as she can react she attempts to rip her arm out of its path, but is not fully successful. The disc cuts through her left hand, severing her pinky and ring finger as well as part of her palm. It didn’t hurt of course, but the sudden attempt to pull away has her stumbling to the side as part of her hand drops to the ground. Looking over at him she smirks, seeing how much he is sweating from the time spent being drained by her crystal. It was good to see how effective it was in combat.

”Might does make right Nasu, truer words were never spoken. I believe your conviction, but there is one thing I must warn you of. Ninjin is not to be happy with what I have done as he will not understand. Furthermore I suspect he knew of our father’s actions for some time, he was much closer to them than we. When he returns I do not plan to turn over control of our home to him, I earned this role. How do you think he will handle that? Are you prepared to defend me against him if need be?” Her bright eyes look to him. This was no test of his loyalty for she knew he would never raise a hand against her, but could he do so against their brother? Regardless of Ninjin’s reaction to her new seat on the throne she would not take her oldest brothers life, but he might need to be subdued.

With several sparks arching from her damaged hand she makes no move to attack, simply taking a glance at it before looking back to him. There fight was going to continue, but she wanted him to answer this without distraction. Mentally she double checks the clasp on her top, bending the metal even more so that it was secure in case he attempted something like that again. Golden aura blazing she waits, her question perhaps harder to handle than any physical blow she might throw his way.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

*****

Rage had always been the source of his transformations into his super saiyan form, the realization his father was dead and his life long dream of vengeance with it, his sister appearing in front of him ready to fight to the death; but the more he fought now, the more he talked to his new family the less rage drove him and the more in control of his new power he became.

It was refreshing for nasu as he’d never been an overly angry person. Driven yes, he’d based his life around revenge but he didn’t let anger cloud his judgment, or his interactions with others. And being able to laugh and joke even while in his super saiyan state, even while getting his ass handed to him by his queen somehow was a relief, even if he barely had the energy to stand up and express it.

Breathing heavily he listened to Kass explain how her act wasn’t treason, how it was the right and just thing to do and a million jokes, justifications and arguments sprang into his head. Her tone however held his tongue.*

Instead Nasu focused wholly on his next attack with a sharp movement he threw himself back launching his destructo disk and succeeded to a degree cutting off two of his sister’s mechanical fingers and part of her palm.

Still breathing heavily he took a step back watching as his sisters arm started to spark. Looking down he realized his entire shirt was covered in sweat. His new super saiyan form must wear him down faster for him to be this tired after such a short bout so far.

“Well sis I’d offer you a hand but considering I’m drenched and you’re sparking right now that might not be the best idea.” he said wrily and only a second later did he realize the terrible pun he just made looking up and putting his face in his palm for a second. “Sorry that was unintentional I promise. Even my humor has limits.” he said taking the brief opportunity to catch his breath and regain some of his power.

He was truly enjoying the fight more than he thought he would, his sister was even joking with him slightly something he never thought would happen. Nasu was just starting to breathe normally again when what his sister once again took the air from his lungs. Not with her fists this time but instead with her question.

When he had come to the planet Nasu had intended to kill Akassa, or at least die trying as he should have with Tsuyo. Instead everything had happened so fast he had gained a family and a place. A sense of belonging all instantly, since then he hadn’t stopped once to think about the consequences. About the rest of his family who were still alive. About his brother, about Ninjin. The color drained from his face, leaving him pale and shaken and having nothing to do with the sense of exhaustion that was now all but forgotten.

“Are you prepared to defend me against him if need be?” she asked and for once Nasu’s sharp tongue completely failed him.

“Kass…” he started, stopped, then started again. “You’ve always been overlooked for the throne because you were a bastard. Out of everyone, I think I can most relate to that.” he spoke but couldn’t meet her eyes. “You were the first born, the first super saiyan, the first to earn the throne by taking it from the man who watched as his own citizens were murdered. The throne and my loyalty are yours….but I can’t fight Ninjin.” he still couldn’t look at her. As he was speaking he was planning on telling her how he would fight for her. How he would back her up no matter what, but when the time came the words rang hollow and he knew the truth.

“Before you or Leke ever accepted me, before Tsuyo publically disowned me, before everything Ninjin was my friend. He never knew we were brother’s but it didn’t matter, he treated me like an equal like a friend should. He saved my life a number of times. And for that I owe him. The throne is yours but if our brother comes to claim it, you’ll have to fight him alone. I’m sorry.” he finished not knowing how his sister would react. He had been honest but he hadn’t promised to back her up.

Considering how little she knew him he wasn’t sure if this would be enough to push her over the edge, if this would be the line he crossed where she’d finally try to kill him or reinstate his banishment.

With that in mind he quietly prepared his defenses again letting his senses extend feeling for a rise in Kass’ power level.


*the writer would like to point out at this point that this qualifies as a legit miracle

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Surprisingly she understood. There had been reports that the night of Nasu’s exile the two had been seen in the same bar. She had planned to ask about the meeting, but now she had her answer. Ninjin was the one individual that would test them the most. When their brother returned, and if Akassa knew Ninjin than she knew he would, there was going to be a discussion. The Queen planned to give him a chance to bend the knee, to recognize her position as ruler of New Vegeta, but she did not believe he would. As of recently the two of them had begun to get a better understanding of each other, her oldest brother finally claiming to respect her yet she believed that would change when it was him that sat below her on the totem pole. Did he respect her enough to see why she had exacted her own version of justice? Or was he going to label her a monster just as Leke had?

”Very well Nasu, I will take care of him myself.” She pauses a moment as she realizes how that might sound. ”I do not intend to take his life, but I do expect him to recognize my rule. With that said you know I must defend myself if he challenges me, I have earned the mantle of Queen.” She hoped the younger half-saiyan understood. With the title of Queen now before her name she had to defend her rule against any that might oppose it, even if the foe was of her own blood.

Looking over at him there was a flicker of doubt in her mind. Would he turn on her if it came to blows with Ninjin? Deep in her heart she hoped that would not be the case, but the practical girl couldn’t help count it as a possibility. Not wanting to sound soft, such emotion always coming out awkwardly from Akassa she sums up her thoughts with one short statement.

”My loyalty to you is not a hollow one Nasu, I hope yours is the same.”

With her point made Akassa rolls her neck once, not having forgotten they were in the middle of a fight. With little damage done to her, save her hand, the Queen breaks into a run. There was much the two needed to learn about each other and there was no better way to do it than through combat.

Boots propelling her across the ground with ever increasing speed she heads straight for him. Several yards from him though she plants her left foot, a dirt cloud rising from the force of the impact as she leaps into the air. Aiding her jump and speed with her bukujutsu the queen flies through the air, right arm cocking back she aims to slam her gauntlet covered fist into the center of his chest. With her momentum added to her already impressive strength the royal was not holding anything back. To hopefully catch him of off guard she uses zenzoken in the middle of her arch, seemingly appearing right in front of him with her knuckles driving into his chest.

Should the attack connect she follows up. With his body throw backwards from initial blow she lets her feet hit the dirt, but only for a second. With another bukujutsu assisted jump she was back high in the air. Expertly controlling her accent she follows his bodies path, looking to intercept him when along the ground. Dropping from the sky so that she might slam down onto him, the Queen leads right her knee. Perfectly content with hurting him if the strike were to connect, she felt he only had himself to blame for being unprepared for her attacks. Every loss Akassa had even suffered was no one fault but her own. Before her ascension she had been on a sickening losing streak. With her newfound power she was determined to never to lose again.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

Slightly to both his surprise and relief Kass didn’t immediately attack him for his confession. He had hoped she’d take it in stride but he’d feared the worst. Optimism was for races that didn’t have children strong enough to punch a hole in the side of a building when they got angry. Instead she seemingly understood the position he was in and it felt like a great weight left his shoulders, till she spoke a moment later dumping an even greater weight onto his mind.

”Very well Nasu, I will take care of him myself.” She said and a feeling of pure dread filled Nasu’s stomach, she must have noticed the look on his face because a second later the queen clarified. ”I do not intend to take his life,” she said and for the second time in as many seconds Nasu breathed a sigh of relief. he must have looked like an idiot going from panicked to relieved so many times but he didn’t care. There was every chance civil war was coming and if possible he wanted to avoid it.

“Kass…” automatically familiarizing her name as he did with almost everyone he knew. For once he took some time to think about his words. “You’re the first born, you are the rightful Queen. But I know Ninjin, he won’t give up the throne without a fight. Having fought next to him I know he’s strong enough if you two fight he’ll force you to have to kill him. When you killed Tsuyo you had justification, Leke there was pent up rage at everything that had happened. With Ninjin it would be in cold blood. Can you do that? Can you look your family member in the eyes knowing you might have to kill them?”

Her next question caught him off guard slightly.

“My loyalty...my loyalty is to my family, it always has been. You’re both my Queen and my sister. I won’t...no I can’t fight Ninjin anymore than I could genuinely fight you right now. But outside of that I will fight for and beside you.” he said hoping once again his answer was satisfactory.

He was grateful for the short break to talk however as it gave him a chance to regain some of his energy. He could tell the fight was about to get back underway though as his sister cracked her neck.

“Bring it.” he said with a small smile, and bring it she did. Sprinting forward Kass lept into the air right arm locked back ready to strike. Instead of dodging however Nasu threw up a very small psychokinetic barrier in front of him.

It wouldn’t be nearly enough to stop the attack, but he wasn’t even trying to. He knew he was going to take the hit he only hoped it was enough to slow it down slightly. Just a fraction.

Then his sister disappeared reappearing instantly directly in front of him. Her first launched forward for his chest crashing through his barrier and slowing down just a fraction. The punch hit him square in the chest knocking the wind from his lungs. Instead of trying to dodge however Nasu reached up with both hands to try and grab his sister’s arm before she could pull it back.

If he grabbed hold he would use his hold and her own momentum to slam her into the ground as hard as he could no longer holding back any of his strength. He would follow up by drawing energy into his right and driving the energy blast directly into the small of his sisters back.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

”Cold blood? You think Ninjin challenging me for the throne I rightfully own and me defending myself is cold blood? I will give him a chance to bend the knee Nasu, it is up to him how we move forward from there. I spent 20 years of my life bowing and saluting him, I will only ask him to do so once.” In her mind it was as simple as that. For the past two decades, since the day Ninjin had been born she had paid respect to him. Sure there had been anger and hatred at times for the life he was given and the priority he had over her, but always respect. Even after her outbursts during the Galactic Tournament she had apologized to him. Was it so hard for her to request that same respect from him now that she ruled? Besides, Saiyan rule was always based on power. Tsuyo had ruled because he had been the strongest of their grandfather’s children, the only one to survive as long as he had and that is why he had sat on the throne. Now it was Akassa’s turn.

”I will do what is right for our people Nasu, no matter the cost.” Was the final part of her response. He had not known her for long, not in the sense he was getting to know her now, but he must be aware how dedicated she had always been to the crown. Before she had served her Father and hated step-mother in any way she could, often receiving no praise for her efforts. Queen herself now her dedication to the Saiyan people was even greater, nothing, not even Ninjin was going to stand in her way.

With their conversation over for now Akassa renews her assault, closing the gap between them in the blink of an eye. Always headstrong she found it the best way to attack; a good defense was a strong offense. So often her opponents backpedaled to get out of the way, never wanting to take a hit from the powerful Saiyaness if it could be avoided. She had expected the same from him, his defensiveness up until now showing he had yet to adapt to her aggressive fighting. How wrong she was.

Soaring through the air with her elongated leap Akassa’s fist swings in for Nasu’s chest, prepared to knock him right off his feet. As her fist drew near resistance suddenly met it, the velocity of her punch slowing as the air before him seemed to grow thicker. With effort and the momentum behind her jump, her fist rips through it to slam hard into his chest. Her mind already telling her body how to move for her next attack the Queen’s eyes widen as his hands wrap around her arm. Knuckles having collided with his chest and still press against it, his grip secured her arm. Equally strong Akassa had a good chance of yanking her arm free…if she had her feet on the ground.

Still in the air as he uses her momentum to rip her up and over his shoulder before he yanks down hard on her arm. With her arm trapped in his grasp she is not able to brace her impact, slamming face first down into the ground. With her brother’s strength behind the slam the surface of the moon had no chance of holding up as it cracks and buckles. An audible groan comes from her as she hits and another when he unleashes his blast into her lower back. Already on the ground the blast drives her further into it, her body forced to arch awkwardly as it does.

The arm he still had a hold of, the non-mechanical one noticeable relaxes, her hand unfolding from a fist. While he held it there was no resistance from her for the moment, arm somewhat limp in his grasp. Quite dazed from the quick and brutal combo Akassa seemed to be a bit out of it. As tough as she was her body was not indestructible and having your face driven into the ground at such breakneck speeds was bound to have an effect on most. Still to her credit she was beginning to move.

What was left of her left hand slides out to the side, palm pressing to the ground as she starts to push herself back up. For the moment he still had hold of her right arm, the appendage not really moving yet as she attempts to rise with the help of her other. The Queen seemed to be having trouble pushing back up to her feet, but it was only a matter of time before she got her wits about her.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

As the punch connected with his chest Nasu coughed out a gusher of blood over Akassa’s arm. It wasn’t enough to stop what came next though. He might not have the breath left in his lungs to shout but he had the reflexes instead to catch her arm. Twisting he used her own momentum to throw her over his shoulder and slam her face first into the ground.

Damn I hope that’s not treason he thought but still not having the air to voice his punchline he instead chose to follow up by driving an energy blast directly into the small of his sisters back creating a nice Kassa shaped crater on the surface of the moon.

Finally catching his breath he didn’t let go of his sister’s arm. Instead twisting it up behind her back in an arm lock like he was placing her under arrest. What he was about to say might not go over well and he didn’t want her in a position to immediately hit him.

“No Kass, you won’t be defending your life, or your family like you were against Tsuyo. You’ll be defending something you want. Something you’ve earned. But still, it’s not instinct it’s a choice you’re making. That’s the difference when you fight Ninjin. If either one of you back down there doesn’t have to be a fight. But neither one of you will. So you’re making a choice to attack, a choice that might lead to your brother’s death. Is that really what’s best for your people? There has to be a way you can use Ninjin to help our race without killing him?” he said the last almost pleadingly. He didn’t want to watch his brother die. He might come back stronger from the war. But Nasu was a super saiyan and even he was no match for Kass if she took off the training weights….

(Shorter yes, but hopefully it gives you time to recover from the attack, talk and keeps the fight fast paced? idk)

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Wincing as Nasu wrenches her arm up behind her Akassa was not in the best position to fight back. Luckily for her the other saiyan seemed more interested in asking questions at the moment, giving her a chance to recover. The Queen prided herself on how tough of a warrior she was, able to handle far more than her petite figure might leave many to believe. Her face had just been driven into the ground which left multiple cuts across it and blood in her mouth, yet she was far from done. Shoving up some with one hand she pauses as the shift in position applies more pressure to her shoulder. Pain spiking across her shoulder blades she halts, Akassa not attempting to rise further as she looks back at him.

”And what would you have me do Nasu? Step down and hand the throne over to him? I earned what is mine and I deserve to rule New Vegeta. I have no desire to kill him, but if he forces my hand I will. Solidarity is what our home needs now, not a power struggle or second shifting of its ruler. If it will put you at ease I will offer him exile should he not acknowledge me as Queen. Should he refuse that and challenge me, than I can make no promises. I must protect myself if need be.” Her metal hand presses to the ground a bit more as she tries to shift her weight a little.

”Let go!” What sounded like anger filling her voice as she suddenly shoves with her hand and knees. It wasn’t rage because of what he had asked, but because at the moment she was actually losing. To think that the Queen of Saiyan’s would be held to the ground by her younger brother. Even with one hand she is able to launch them both up into the air, freeing herself somewhat even if he still had her arm. As they soar upwards her metal hand aims backwards, palm facing Nasu’s face as electricity still crackles across the damaged appendage. Ki gathers into her palm and the Queen does not hesitate to unleash it, right into her brothers face.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

”And what would you have me do Nasu? Step down and hand the throne over to him?" his sister asked as Nasu pinned her to the ground. The question was one he expected though and his answer was ready.

"I would have you fight to defend what's yours." he said knowing she wouldn't just hand over the throne. "Just don't lie to yourself about how this will end. No matter what there will only be 2 Hattori's left when this is all said and done."

He let the thought sit for a moment and Nasu allowed himself to feel slightly smug. His sister might be stronger, but for the moment he was winning. He was beating the Queen of New Vegeta, how many people could say that? Thinking for a moment he realized out of the two people in the mercenary camp right now. Two people could say that. 100% that took some of the shine off his accomplishment.

Still he felt smug and in that moment Akassa capitalized.

”Let go!” she shouted and before he could react they were both launched into the air. His sister spun and her metal arm sparks flying whipped past his head. Nasu braced himself for the shock that was surely coming but the robotic appendage passed by leaving him unharmed. Breathing a sigh he meets his sister's eyes just in time to see her prepping and launching a ki blast point blank into his face.

The blast hit him and the first thing he felt was both his ear drums pop from the concussive wave from the explosion. A split second later his body was thrown back slamming into the ground below at an angle and bouncing. Unable to stop his momentum Nasu ragdolls slamming back first through a small stone wall sending shards of rock into his back and leaving him arching in pain.

"Fuck..." he said quietly coming to a stop a few feet beyond the wall. Still he can't stay still, that's a sign of defeat. Slowly getting his grip on his surroundings and waiting for the world to stop spinning he pushed himself back to his feet. As soon as he stands he can feel blood dripping down his face. Reaching up a hand he felt a cut at the edge of his hair line coating his face in red. Pointing to his sisters hair then his own face he grins.

"Look sis, now we really match." he grinned. It had been too easy, he wouldn't respect her if she didn't put up at least this much of a fight armor or not. Visibly he spreads his arms out to his sides drawing in ki to each hand. Slowly at first one step at a time he beings to walk towards his sister, then gaining momentum he breaks out into a jog, a run, a sprint, pushing off he leaves the ground flying up at her ready to drive both ki blasts into her, however at the last second instead Nasu would leave his arms out to the side and deliver a drop kick with both feet directly into her chest. If that managed to hit he wouldn't waste any more time with talk. He would drive one ki infused fist into her stomach then the other. No matter what he would press the attack even following her into the ground if need be. No matter what he'd press the attack and let his fists do the real talking from no on.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Free of his grasp as he is blown away from her, Akassa rolls her shoulders. The Queen appreciated his forwardness in terms of assessing the situation should Ninjin challenge her. As long as they both understood what would happen, she was fine with him not participating. Nasu’s older brother would be given one chance to swear his loyalty to Akassa. Should he choose not to do so then banishment was the punishment, if he were not to challenger her openly. While she believed he was to owe her the respect she deserves, she also understood what it meant to be a Saiyan. Her ascension to ruler of New Vegeta had not been through the ideal path so she had a gut feeling Ninjin would not approve. So be it. She would handle him when the time came and do what she had to in order to protect her throne.
Hearing him shout to her pulls the Queen from her thoughts, her lips curling into an amused smirk at the comment. They were indeed similar, matching…not exactly. His overall enthusiasm was what really had her smiling. When the two of them were done with what she had planned there would be none to stand against them. Like her, those that sided with the Queen would enjoy the luxuries and power that came from choosing the winning side. That was the future though, at the moment she needed to focus on the future. She needed to focus on beating her younger brother into the ground so he could see the true power that was Akassa Hattori.

Staying in the air she watches him come towards her, arms spread strangely out to the side as he runs. When he picks up speed she holds her ground, waiting for him to throw the two blasts at her to lead into his real attack. Even as he leapt into the air towards her she doesn’t move, not afraid of playing a game of chicken with the other Super Saiyan. Suddenly his body pivots in the air, her eyes tricked into following the Ki still within his hands as his boots snap up to drive into her chest. Grunting from the sheer impact of the dropkick she is forced to cough out some, body propelled backwards as a result.

Unlike when she had blasted him away, Nasu perused, not jokes or sassy comments leading the way. The right Ki infused fist that drove into her stomach told her he was serious now, the left that followed it even more so. Sucking a bit of wind as a result of the aggressive assault Akassa slams hard into the solid ground. Still he came at her, landing somewhat atop of her as his fist cocked back to drive another blow into her exposed abdomen. Tough, but not invincible she did not want to take another hit at the moment, needed to give the muscles in her stomach a break.

Golden Ki hardens into a gauntlet around her left arm as it shifts down to cover her stomach, his fist slamming into the armored back of the gauntlet. The front pressed to her stomach, but not with near as much force as an unblocked blow would have packed. Pulling her right arm from the ground she swings up, looking to catch him with a Ki infused punch of her own right across his jawline. Should the attack prove strong enough to toss him from his position she would return his aggression in kind.

Rolling out of the small crater he had put her in, the Queen launches herself after him. Initially pushing off the ground on all fours she would appear almost animalistic in her counter attack. Similar to his attacks on her she follows with arms swinging, punching away at his body as he bounced away from the initial right hook. All the while she wore a large grin on her face…just like his. They did indeed match.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

Nasu's dropkick connected hard enough to send a shockwave up through his entire body as his sister was flung back, wasting no time for more banter he raced after her. With a shout he drove one ki enfused fist into her stomach, sending her flying towards the ground. With another shout he followed after her driving his other ki enfused fist into her stomach as well. The ground splintered and cracked sending up an eruption of dust and debri as the two saiyans slammed into the ground at speed.

Nasu brought up a knee to drive into his Queen's stomach again but instead his knee was met with an iron hard ki-gauntlet sending waves of pain into his leg which he ignored. Before he could follow up Kass drove a fist into the side of his face. Normally he could shrug off a blow but instead his face exploded in pain sending him flying sideways away from his sister. Skidding across the ground he spit out the blood that had filled his mouth as his body slid along the ground.

Looking back as he slides he can see his sister pounce to all fours charging after him and brining a smile to his face. He was done running, he was done with tricks. He enjoyed fights, and part of his true nature came out. No matter what he'd always fight using his head to get any advantage he could. But sometimes there was more to a fight than winning using a trick. Pride, the saiyan's trademark sin demanded at times he stand his ground and fight fist to fist.

Putting one hand on the ground he pushed himself in the air flinging himself backwards as his sister charged. But as soon as his foot hit the ground he'd push off flying headlong back into her attack, he didn't have her ki gauntlet so he'd take more damage. But the time had come to put his metal to the test. Prepared to take whatever damage necessary he raced forward his sister's grin matching his own yet again. It was time to see what kind of man Nasu Hattori chose to be.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Launching in his direction from all fours, Akassa’s approach was almost feral as she stove to clash with her brother once more. How pleased she was to see him already back up and coming at her as well. A true Hattori never backed down from a challenge, no matter the odds. In this case the two of them were even, the Queen’s weights making it so, but not many would so willingly charge the ruler of New Vegeta. The way he so recklessly charged back at her with a grin on his face was all the proof she needed to know for sure that he was her brother. Tsuyo may have done many horrible things in his life, the late King’s night time escapades hurting so many, but at the very least it had given the Universe Nasu and herself. Now they would rule New Vegeta and bring all its people into a new age. Perhaps Tsuyo’s life was not a waste after all.

As the two siblings met once more they both struck with full force. Fist, elbows, feet and knees struck with blinding speed, each blow being perfectly blocked by the other. Thankfully the pair was away from others and any structures of significance as their colliding strikes sent out shockwaves around them. Dirt and rubble shifts aside from the resulting shockwaves, the sheer force behind their blows enough to level cities and mountains should they go astray. Both Super Saiyan’s bodies could handle the force though, the blows jarring, but nothing that could not be withstood. Another wave of force erupts from between them as she attempts to send a high kick into the side of his head, Nasu blocking it with his forearm. Not wanting him to grab for the upraised leg she sends a fist for his abdomen to occupy is other arm. No words were exchanged between them, their focus solely on the fight now.

With the stalemate dragging on Akassa decides to switch it up. Blocking another punch from him her free arm swings in for a wide punch, the strike meant as a distraction before she snaps her head forward to drive it into his. The blunt head butt would cause her to groan out as well, but if successful in at least staggering him she would lift both hands above her head, fingers clasping together before driving them down into the top of his head with a double axe handle blow. The force behind the attack was enough to drive him down into the ground, the Queen then taking the moment to float higher into the air.

If all went well she would be grinning wide by now as dust rose from the impact spot. Not waiting for the cloud to clear she throws a Ki blast with her right hand, followed by another from her left. Quickly she works her way into a barrage of attacks, arms pumping back and forth as she throws blast after blast down into his general area. Her Super Energy Wave Volley could be en exhausting technique if she was to overdo it, but the amount of damage she could stack up with it was purely devastating. If Nasu was lucky he would be out of the way before taking too many hits, Akassa in no way holding back on the power or the volume of her attacks.

[Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori]

The infamous power of King Tsuyo Hattori had passed from this world. His legacy however lived on. It lived on in the blood and in the fists of two of his children. It was never more apparent than as the two fought in the middle of the ruins. Fist met fist in a rush of power and in a blink both were gone leaving a concussive wave strong enough to knock over walls but not even phase the fighters as the two hovered in mid air throwing punches and kicks, disappearing and reappearing instantaneously in a few feet away still locked in their deadly struggle, neither willing to give an inch.

For Nasu he had known all his life had family, but until he was 15 none had accepted him. When he was 17 he thought his family had turned on him, instead here he was fighting tooth and nail against his sister and it felt right. His blood sang with how right it was, the violence filled him with new energy and power instead of weariness and in that moment, he was Saiyan.

The fight would have been enough to leave any full blooded saiyan in awe but instead the two had left the city and it's onlookers. Left behind royal guards and random observers. Their fight was somehow more pure because of it. There wasn't any ego involved for Nasu for once. No need to impress anyone other than the person he was fighting. Other than his sister. And as always, his families opinion was what mattered most.

With a push he had begun to throw Kass back moving her inch by inch. This high in the air there was no wall to pin her against it was an entirely moral victory. And Nasu rejoiced like he had just killed Tsuyo himself. But as always his victory was short lived as his sister stopped her backwards momentum, suddenly she was closer to him than he anticipated her head snapping towards him, connecting and breaking his nose before he can react to block. Blood flowing freely Nasu stumbled back an inch but Kass pounced on the opportunity vanishing from in front of him and again before he can react delivering a devastating blow to the back of his head and sending him plummeting towards the ground.

As the hard concrete rushed towards Nasu however he put both hands in front of him. He couldn't stop himself he was moving infinitely too quickly for that, instead he shoots a quick ki blast at the ground breaking the concrete and getting to the soft dirt below. Still he hit hard and his body implanted throwing up a cloud of dust and debri and Nasu swore he felt at least one of his ribs break.

The tingle on the back of his neck was the only warning he got however as the first of the barrage his sister brought forth connected with the small of his back. Ignoring the pain every move of his face and neck brought to his broken nose Nasu let out a primal scream in part both pain and anger. With a kick of his leg he flew forward, left right, each move dodging one of the hail of energy blasts that fell like rain from his sister's hands.

Reaching behind him he pulls out his sword. Staring back up at his sister. With a will he throws his energy into the blade and dozens of visible lines form in the air, in each and every direction surrounding Nasu and Akassa.

With a quick vicious grin Nasu would swipe his sword horizontally through one of the lines, facing his sister. If it made it all the way through he knew gravity would be altered in the direction of the slash sending his sister who was hovering in mid air spiraling sideways. It would take a lot out of him but it would be worth it.

"They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery Kass" he would say gritting his teeth for what was to come. Putting both hands in front of him he would launch his own barrage of enegy blasts at his spiraling sister. Even as the energy would drain from him he knew it would end here and now.


*****

Gravity Slash: Cool down - 0 of 3

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Like a shooting star Nasu fell from the sky as Akassa’s clasped hands slammed into the top of his head. From her angle she was not able to see the quick blast he threw to “soften” his fall, the dust from that and his body hitting the ground mixing into one growing cloud. No time was wasted by the Queen to see how he might have fared. Instead she begins a barrage of Ki blasts, blast after blast being sent at her downed brother. Such an attack could be exhausting if carried out for to long, but she didn’t care, victory was so close she could taste it in the air. While this was no life or death scenario, Akassa took it no less seriously then when her life might be on the line. To a Saiyan power was everything, besting all those that challenged you was ingrained within her DNA. Even if it was her brother on the receiving end of her blasts she would pummel him until he yielded.

In true Saiyan fashion Nasu himself was equally committed to their battle. From the dust and the shower of Ki blasts, the younger Hattori bursts free of the would-be death trap. Still her hail of offensive blasts continued, attempting to send him back to the dirt. Despite the blood she could see running down his face and the pain he was most likely in, Nasu weaved his way towards her, even drawing the blade he had across his back as he did. So far he had not used the weapon once, but that did not mean she was unprepared for it. Ezekiel NeCross was fond of a blade as well, one she had spent multiple sessions countering and blocking, this would be no different…or so she thought.

With the weapon in his hands she abandons her barrage, gauntlet covered arms lifting to defend herself when he came in for the strike. He chooses not to close the distance though, lines appearing in the air around them. Hissing some in frustration, unsure of what he was doing, Akassa remained where she was, at the ready to defend no matter which angle his attack came from. Having incorrectly assumed something similar to Ezekiel’s Crescent Slash was coming, the Queen is caught completely off guard when he slashes, no actually attack coming her way. While she didn’t see anything, she sure as hell felt it.

In her younger days Akassa had not known how to fly, bukujutsu a technique taught to her a few years into her training. First had been the basics of hand to hand combat and how to use Ki to enhance these features. Once those had been mastered it had been time to learn to take to the air. Such an ability allowed warriors to take their fighting to a whole different level both literally and figuratively. No longer limited to horizontal movements, Akassa had quickly found flying gave one an incredible advantage over an opponent that could not. From that time she remembered her fist two attempts at it, leaping from a small tower only to find herself slamming hard into the ground. The feeling when she hit the apex of her leap and gravity took over was not something one forgot, the way your stomach lifted into your throat. What she felt now could only be compared to that.

One moment she was floating in the air and then the next she was hurtling sideways. So sudden was the shift that Akassa found herself unable to adjust, unnatural waves of nausea running through her for a moment as gravity itself seemed to change. As such a veteran fighter it would have taken her only moments to overcome this, but that had been all her brother needed. So distracted by the jolt the Queen didn’t even notice the first blast until it slammed into her. Detonating on impact it further altered her trajectory, but only until the next one hit and sent her in a different direction. Disorientated still she lifts her arms over her face to best defend it from the onslaught, jostled around more and more as they slammed into her tumbling form. Akassa finally realized she was falling when her body slams into the ground, bouncing once as the barrage continues.

Mirroring her previous attack Nasu pummeled her with blasts, the female honestly losing count as they beat her into the ground. Around her the surface of the moon cracked and split, large chunks blown away as the countless Ki blasts detonated around her. Dizzy and feeling physically sick from the hits she does her best to curl up and protect herself. What felt like an eternity, which was more likely less than a minute, passed before the last blast blew apart the ground near her head. Groaning audible the Queen relaxes her body, slumping some under the rubble and dirt that had piled atop her as the blasts came to an end.

As the dust settles she felt Nasu’s presence stay where it had been before, the Queen well aware how tiring such a high powered attack was. Her entire body ached, clothes in tatters with what remained covered in dirt mixed with blood. Her body was no doubt covered in small cuts from the ground that had been ripping apart around her, even her golden hair looked dirty despite its slightly protective aura. Her body pleaded with her to surrender, to just lay there and let the fight end, but she would not. With another groan she rolls over, rocks and dirt sliding off of her as she does. Placing her mechanical arm on the ground she snaps up to her feet, tossing off what remained on top of her. Stumbling several steps she turns to look over at her brother before taking a faltering step towards him.

”Well…done…but don’t give it your all…if your all…is not enough….”The way she paused for a breath so often made it obvious she was worse for the wear, but she was standing, that is what mattered. Coughing once she steps from the crater she had been put in, prepared to finish this. If Nasu had hoped to earn her respect this day he had succeeded, yet that did not mean she would not do everything within her power to win. Her brother had earned himself the right to see one of her newest techniques, one worthy of a Saiyan with royal blood in their veins.

”It’s over…” She growls through gritted, blood stained teeth. It was of course not a threat to him, just a statement. No one, not even General Toa had seen her use the attack she was about to unleash, but she would reveal it in order to win. Akassa’s right arm lifts, her palm facing towards. It was true she had taken a beating, but unlike Nasu she had not used the better part of her energy as her own barrage had been cut short. What she had left he was about to see in an attack that had been passed down the Hattori line for generations.

”Big Bang Attack!” She screams as an intense ball of concentrated Ki would form at her palm. The blast only remains there for a moment before it rockets towards him. Normally such an attack might have a chance to kill him, perhaps it still could, but normally it would not be used when she had been through so much. Upon contact the small sphere would detonate in a massive explosion, obliterating the nearby area and anything else that stood in its way, Nasu hopefully not included. With the energy having left her hand Akassa drops to a knee, hand to the ground as she supports herself. Panting heavily now her golden aura flickers once, but she manages to maintain it, unsure if she could stay in her ascended state for much longer.