Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jun 14, 2013 19:59:04 GMT -5
~Six Years ago, Ninjin’s birthday~
They were out in the middle of nowhere. Why he had been dragged to this place Ninjin had no idea, but Vil had insisted. He thought they were on Earth, and judging by the barren rockiness he supposed he might be correct, but the time they had spent cramped in the space pod had made it seem like they were going to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Why was he forced to come here on his birthday?! It was a travesty. He should be home, enjoying a feast and watching Saiyans fight for his attention and praise. Not out on some barren rock with only Vil for company. It was already nighttime, and the only thing he had done that day was been rudely woken up and told to get in the pod by his father.
“What are we doing here!” he finally said with some frustration, kicking a rock and sending it skipping out in the dark nothingness around them. Ninjin Hattori was not a patient child, and if something was supposed to happen, well it had damn well better happen soon. Vil chuckled at the teen’s impatient nature, being an older solider Vil knew that war was ninety eight percent waiting and two percent action. The kid would learn that in time though he supposed.
When Vil didn’t answer Ninjin turned to him angrily, his cape fluttering as if to mimic the prince’s emotions. He scowled at his bodyguard and began to walk back towards the pod, but Vil stepped in the way and raised a threatening eyebrow. The prince knew he was strong, but did he really believe he could fight his bodyguard? Ninjin glared at him, clenching his fists at his sides. He was very nearly attempted to attack Vil.
“You won’t let me leave. You won’t tell me what’s going on. I ORDER YOU TO DO ONE OF THOSE THINGS!!!!” his face turned the color of his armor; he was clearly frustrated with something being out of his control. Vil chuckled and walked out of the way of the pod, Ninjin took this as a sign that it was alright that could leave. But he didn’t make it another step to the ship. An odd feeling overcame him.
“Vil… vil what’s going on?” the prince said with a mild panic. His body felt peculiar, he felt angrier than usual. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and his chest hurt like he had just been hit with a sledgehammer wielded by his father. He staggeringly turned around, about to accuse the body-guard of betraying him. But there was no Vil standing there. Ninjin’s eyes traveled upwards, to the face of the creature now standing in front of him. It was an Oozaru. Ninjin had heard the tales, that Saiyans had the ability to turn into gigantic monsters. It was said that an Oozaru had the power to destroy cities, nations, countries by himself. Looking up at what Vil now was it was not hard to see why.
Ninjin almost vomited as another wave of pain shot through him. He didn’t know if every Saiyan felt pain the first time they changed but for him it was nearly unbearable. The prince fell to his knees and gripped his chest, with little avail he tried to pull his armor off. Anyone for miles could hear it splintering and cracking with the changes going through the prince’s body. He knew in moments that he would no longer be himself.
“Control it. Don’t let it control you.” Came the deep guttural grumble from three stories above him. Vil. Vil was still in control of his Oozaru form? It took great training and practice to get control over your bestial side. It took willpower that Ninjin Hattori didn’t think Vil had, but knew that he himself had. With a roar he felt his body growing, his armor snapped off like it had been made of paper Mache, not the type of armor designed to grow with an Oozaru form.
All Ninjin saw was red. He hated everything. There was a fire within him that try as he might the prince could not quench, and so he began his attack. Giants met as Ninjin tackled into Vil, though the experienced one just threw him over his shoulder and into a mountain as if he were a rag doll rather than a thirty foot tall giant ape.
“Control it.” Vil’s guttural grumble came again. “Control it or it will control you.” Ninjin roared at him, defiant and proud. The monster had taken over, and Ninjin didn’t know what he could do to restrain it. It wanted blood. Vil’s blood specifically.
Ninjin leapt up from the pile of rubble that used to be a mountain and charged Vil once again, massive bodies colliding creating a shockwave that bent trees and scattered piles of dust. The apes grappled back and forth, Vil being bigger and stronger but Ninjin… Ninjin was the prince of the Saiyans, and with that blood came strength.
He lifted Vil off of his feet by his forearms and began spinning him around in a tight circle. Vil’s teeth clamped into Ninjin’s own forearm drawing blood. The prince released his titanic bodyguard and sent him flying into a cliff face. The bottom of the cliff turned to powder under the collision. The top became unstable and caused a landslide to fall upon the head of Vil. Ninjin roared in victory, beating upon his own chest like a wild animal.
“Control it.” Came his father’s voice. It was in his head though his father was thousands if not millions of miles away on New Vegeta. Ninjin nevertheless whipped his head around in circles, trying desperately to find his father.
“Control it.” The voice came again, stubborn. Insistent. It was not merely a statement, it was a command. Ninjin would learn to control this. He had to. He was not worthy of the royal blood or being king of the Saiyans if he could not even control his Oozaru form. He roared as the internal struggle took place. Sentience versus bestial nature. It felt like he was literally ripping in half.
“Control it.” This time it was his own voice. Louder. Stronger. In the front of his mind like a roar not at the back of his mind like a whisper. He roared again, stamping and swinging, causing craters where his hands and feet landed. Then a force like a freight train hit him from the side. Vil was back up, and he was a little mad about being thrown into a mountain. The duo fell sideways and Vil held Ninjin’s arms to his sides, pinning him down.
“Control it.” His body guard snorted into his face. Ninjin fought deep down, battling the beast within himself. It was long and arduous, the pain evident even on the giant monkey snout of his Oozaru form. Slowly, and with great effort, the crown prince lifted his hand to Vil’s face. The duo were struggling with the wrestle, but Ninjin won out and from his hand extended his gigantic Oozaru middle finger. The bodyguard started howling with laughter. He rolled off of Ninjin and allowed him to stand up. Ninjin shook the cobwebs out of his head.
“How does it feel?”
“It feels…” He looked down at his new form and tried to find the words to describe it. The power he felt in the form was so raw, so real. It easily dwarfed whatever power he had in his normal form. “Perfect.”
They were out in the middle of nowhere. Why he had been dragged to this place Ninjin had no idea, but Vil had insisted. He thought they were on Earth, and judging by the barren rockiness he supposed he might be correct, but the time they had spent cramped in the space pod had made it seem like they were going to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Why was he forced to come here on his birthday?! It was a travesty. He should be home, enjoying a feast and watching Saiyans fight for his attention and praise. Not out on some barren rock with only Vil for company. It was already nighttime, and the only thing he had done that day was been rudely woken up and told to get in the pod by his father.
“What are we doing here!” he finally said with some frustration, kicking a rock and sending it skipping out in the dark nothingness around them. Ninjin Hattori was not a patient child, and if something was supposed to happen, well it had damn well better happen soon. Vil chuckled at the teen’s impatient nature, being an older solider Vil knew that war was ninety eight percent waiting and two percent action. The kid would learn that in time though he supposed.
When Vil didn’t answer Ninjin turned to him angrily, his cape fluttering as if to mimic the prince’s emotions. He scowled at his bodyguard and began to walk back towards the pod, but Vil stepped in the way and raised a threatening eyebrow. The prince knew he was strong, but did he really believe he could fight his bodyguard? Ninjin glared at him, clenching his fists at his sides. He was very nearly attempted to attack Vil.
“You won’t let me leave. You won’t tell me what’s going on. I ORDER YOU TO DO ONE OF THOSE THINGS!!!!” his face turned the color of his armor; he was clearly frustrated with something being out of his control. Vil chuckled and walked out of the way of the pod, Ninjin took this as a sign that it was alright that could leave. But he didn’t make it another step to the ship. An odd feeling overcame him.
“Vil… vil what’s going on?” the prince said with a mild panic. His body felt peculiar, he felt angrier than usual. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and his chest hurt like he had just been hit with a sledgehammer wielded by his father. He staggeringly turned around, about to accuse the body-guard of betraying him. But there was no Vil standing there. Ninjin’s eyes traveled upwards, to the face of the creature now standing in front of him. It was an Oozaru. Ninjin had heard the tales, that Saiyans had the ability to turn into gigantic monsters. It was said that an Oozaru had the power to destroy cities, nations, countries by himself. Looking up at what Vil now was it was not hard to see why.
Ninjin almost vomited as another wave of pain shot through him. He didn’t know if every Saiyan felt pain the first time they changed but for him it was nearly unbearable. The prince fell to his knees and gripped his chest, with little avail he tried to pull his armor off. Anyone for miles could hear it splintering and cracking with the changes going through the prince’s body. He knew in moments that he would no longer be himself.
“Control it. Don’t let it control you.” Came the deep guttural grumble from three stories above him. Vil. Vil was still in control of his Oozaru form? It took great training and practice to get control over your bestial side. It took willpower that Ninjin Hattori didn’t think Vil had, but knew that he himself had. With a roar he felt his body growing, his armor snapped off like it had been made of paper Mache, not the type of armor designed to grow with an Oozaru form.
All Ninjin saw was red. He hated everything. There was a fire within him that try as he might the prince could not quench, and so he began his attack. Giants met as Ninjin tackled into Vil, though the experienced one just threw him over his shoulder and into a mountain as if he were a rag doll rather than a thirty foot tall giant ape.
“Control it.” Vil’s guttural grumble came again. “Control it or it will control you.” Ninjin roared at him, defiant and proud. The monster had taken over, and Ninjin didn’t know what he could do to restrain it. It wanted blood. Vil’s blood specifically.
Ninjin leapt up from the pile of rubble that used to be a mountain and charged Vil once again, massive bodies colliding creating a shockwave that bent trees and scattered piles of dust. The apes grappled back and forth, Vil being bigger and stronger but Ninjin… Ninjin was the prince of the Saiyans, and with that blood came strength.
He lifted Vil off of his feet by his forearms and began spinning him around in a tight circle. Vil’s teeth clamped into Ninjin’s own forearm drawing blood. The prince released his titanic bodyguard and sent him flying into a cliff face. The bottom of the cliff turned to powder under the collision. The top became unstable and caused a landslide to fall upon the head of Vil. Ninjin roared in victory, beating upon his own chest like a wild animal.
“Control it.” Came his father’s voice. It was in his head though his father was thousands if not millions of miles away on New Vegeta. Ninjin nevertheless whipped his head around in circles, trying desperately to find his father.
“Control it.” The voice came again, stubborn. Insistent. It was not merely a statement, it was a command. Ninjin would learn to control this. He had to. He was not worthy of the royal blood or being king of the Saiyans if he could not even control his Oozaru form. He roared as the internal struggle took place. Sentience versus bestial nature. It felt like he was literally ripping in half.
“Control it.” This time it was his own voice. Louder. Stronger. In the front of his mind like a roar not at the back of his mind like a whisper. He roared again, stamping and swinging, causing craters where his hands and feet landed. Then a force like a freight train hit him from the side. Vil was back up, and he was a little mad about being thrown into a mountain. The duo fell sideways and Vil held Ninjin’s arms to his sides, pinning him down.
“Control it.” His body guard snorted into his face. Ninjin fought deep down, battling the beast within himself. It was long and arduous, the pain evident even on the giant monkey snout of his Oozaru form. Slowly, and with great effort, the crown prince lifted his hand to Vil’s face. The duo were struggling with the wrestle, but Ninjin won out and from his hand extended his gigantic Oozaru middle finger. The bodyguard started howling with laughter. He rolled off of Ninjin and allowed him to stand up. Ninjin shook the cobwebs out of his head.
“How does it feel?”
“It feels…” He looked down at his new form and tried to find the words to describe it. The power he felt in the form was so raw, so real. It easily dwarfed whatever power he had in his normal form. “Perfect.”