Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jan 25, 2014 1:55:37 GMT -5
~Back on Omega~
Those that passed by him would notice a distinctive look of a mixture of worry and annoyance on the face of Ninjin Hattori, crown-prince of the Saiyans. His arms were crossed and his left foot had been tapping against the tile floor of the space port for so long that a dent was beginning to form. He was waiting, justifiably impatiently, for his dear pet and friend, the massive blue alien Truffle.
It was the day before they were scheduled to leave Omega, and despite not loving the fact that he had to go and speak to his father about losing the tournament, Ninjin was anxious to get home. Not only that, but he hadn’t seen the big blue fella since the tournament. Truffle just hadn’t been himself in his last fight. It appeared as if the blue alien’s mind had been somewhere else. He had gotten beaten so badly it was as if he hadn’t been fighting at all.
Hundreds, thousands even passed before the Saiyan prince’s eyes. None were the tall blue alien puff ball he was looking for. Where on all of Omega was Truffle. They had arranged to meet here on the day they had set foot on the planet. The annoyed Saiyan shook his head and sighed. Whatever it was that Truffle had gotten himself into, it had better be important.
A man bumped into his shoulder and pressed something into his hand. When Ninjin turned to look for him the man was gone, lost in the massive crowds that seemed to cling to the space-port like super-glue. Looking down at his hand Ninjin noticed the mysterious object was a note. Scribbled on the page as the message
Ninjin crumpled the note in rage. When would it stop? He thought the UCOO presence was dealt with on Omega after Kuda. But then he was taken hostage by Malice Noire and tortured, only to kill him and escape. And now this. What would be next? The Church showing up to New Vegeta?! So they had Truffle and were using him to get to Ninjin. Fine. He would deal with them like he had all the others. One question remained in the back of the prince’s mind however. Who was the boy? And why did they think they could use him to get to Ninjin?
~~~
Ninth and Crescent turned out to be a warehouse in the Gamma Slums. IT was a little clichéd for Ninjin’s taste, but he supposed villains had an image to uphold. Without a word of warning he came crashing down through the sky lights into the center of a mob of aliens. Two of whom were apparently in the middle of a pit fight. A pit fight in a pit. A pit in which Ninjin had just landed.
“I really have to start learning to use the front door.” He muttered to himself.
The man to his left was a human. If his facial scars were any indication he had lived a hard and long life of battle. Wild black hair and the odor coming from his mouth and body indicated a hard life of hygiene problems. To his right was a man who would be best described as a walking half-man half-dinosaur. And that dinosaur was certainly not of the herbivore variety. An oversized tyrannosaurus head was attached to broad shoulders with no neck to separate them. They looked from each other to him. Ninjin slowly raised his hands.
“Listen gentlemen, I’m not here to fight or break up your little fight club. I have no interest in heroics on this one. I’m just looking for my friend. He’s tall and blue and furry. Doesn’t speak. Heart of a child. seen em?” They just shook their heads and laughed. He began rising out of the pit, but his head smacked against a force field. A slow clapping could be heard from somewhere above the lip of the pit. A tall ebony skinned alien in a thick blue fur coat appeared, hands coming together to form a louder-than-normal clap. His ears were nothing more than holes in the side of his head, and his eyes were jet black without pupils.
“Your brashness proceeds you Ninjin Hattori. I am Speaker Boisterous Humm the cacophonic Bishop. These are my men. We’ve been hunting you a long time. I’ll give it to you, you’re a tough sunuvabitch. Taking down Kuda, wow. Killing Malice, even more impressive than killing Kuda. Who would have thought your downfall would come as a result of an over attachment to this blue beautiful blue creature this pelt came from. And some Saiyan orphan….” Humm lovingly stroked his blue fur coat and laughed. Ninjin glared up at him. there was no way that coat was Truffle. And who was this boy?!
The prince gave not a word but turned and blasted a hole through the human’s chest. Boisterous laughed and began to clap once more.
“Did I strike a nerve? Yes your power is impressive Ninjin. A traitor’s punishment is death, a fitting end for that human. He had been spreading doubt about the churches edicts to fellow members, hence his presence in the pit. You’ll find Imperious a more difficult challenge.”
The anthropomorph banged his bandaged fists together and adopted a fighting stance. Ninjin growled and pounced at him. There was rage behind each clawed strike the prince threw at him. Imperious was as good as Boisterous has suggested; He was dancing around the strikes and deflecting them with equal strength and speed as the prince. The dead human would have never stood a chance. His death at the hands of the prince was perhaps even more merciful.
Imperious blocked a blow on both sides and racked his taloned hands down the front of Ninjin’s armor. His talons cut through the red material like a hot knife through butter. They barely just nicked his flesh, but the pain began instantly. He could feel the warm blood trickling down between his armor and his skin. The prince staggered back and brought his hand to the shreds in the armor. They came away bloody.
“First blood goes to Imperious!” The alien cried out in a magnified voice. It seemed to echo throughout the halls of the warehouse. Ninjin couldn’t keep his eyes on the man for long, Imperious was quickly back in the action. He brought his hands back in two overhand chops but the prince caught both and booted the anthropomorph in the gut, using his arms to pull him further into the strike. Then he grappled him in a bear hug. Blood spears shot out from the gashes in Ninjin’s armor and right through the dinosaur man.
There was a collective gasp from those gathered around the pit. Slowly Humm began to laugh. It started as a low chuckle but soon he was in full hysterics.
“Now that… that is some funny shit right there. Malice bit you?! Or he let one of his brats do it. Aon! You’re even more of an abomination than we had thought. Not only are you a Saiyan, but you’re not Iblisian too!” With a wave of his hand Humm motioned for the rest of the men to enter the pit. Which happened to be a problem for Ninjin as there were a lot of them. Alien after alien entered the pit. Small daggers made from blood formed in his hands, and he went to work fighting all of them. They attempted to bog him down with numbers but he was too great and they too weak. Even combined they couldn’t hold a candle to the future king’s True-Power. Soon there was nothing but a pile of dead bodies in the pit surrounding the prince, who had lost his upper-body armor in the conflict and was now covered in blood. Humm was staring down at him, but he was no longer amused.
“Did… did you really just kill all of my men? Well I suppose I did kill your pet so it’s only fair. Still… that’s damn inconvenient. Though there are trillions more followers of the church of one.” He shrugged and began walking away from the pit. Ninjin roared in defiance. Humm turned and an evil smile was on his face.
“If you hadn’t noticed that’s a one-way force-field. You won’t be leaving any time soon. UCOO collection ships will be here soon to get you, and then we’ll leverage trading you for Tsyuo, who with his father’s pride won’t be able to resist. Then we kill you both. How fun.” With that he turned and walked away.
Ninjin’s mind raced. He had to get out of here somehow. There was nothing around him but dead bodies and the equipment they had on them. Flying up once had proven to him that there was no getting through that force-field. But it was a force-field… maybe if he could overload it somehow… With a shrug he grabbed ahold of one of the smaller man’s bodies. Holding it above his head he flew upwards. Sparks began to fly and the body began to convulse as he pressed it harder and harder into the field. After what seemed like an eternity the field flickered and died. Cautiously Ninjin threw the body he was holding through the air where the force-field used to be. It hit nothing. He himself then flew cautiously upwards, but made it out of the rim of the pit without hitting anything.
The warehouse stretched out before him, boxes and crates stacked at least twenty feet high on all sides. Light crept in from the skylights above, as well as the dim lighting of the lamps that hung from the ceiling. The floor was littered with box lids and packaging material. Either this was a supply area for the Church of One or they had raided the stores of whomever did own it. Either way, how in the world was he supposed to find Truffle in all of this, if Truffle was even here that was. The fur coat that Boisterous had been wearing… it couldn’t be… it… it just couldn’t.
Slowly he walked through the isles, stepping over crates and boxes, checking corners and all around him for anything that might be a trap. A louder than normal clap echoed throughout the warehouse.
“I’ll be honest Ninjin, I didn’t expect you to have the brains to get out of that pit. That was one flaw we never could figure out with force-fields, you can believe hard enough, but eventually they just burn out.” it was hard to pin-point where exactly Humm’s voice was coming from. It seemed to be all around him.
“Do you know why they call me the cacophonic bishop? It’s because I have powers over sound. You just happen to be in a place set up especially by the church in order to showcase my amazing abilities.” A visible wave of sonic energy came at him from in front and flipped him over onto his ass. Ninjin stared up in the direction that the wave came from but the voice that came next seemed to come from behind.
“Every single piece of trash, every crate, every tile on the floor and every sheet of metal that makes up the ceiling has all been designed to give this place the perfect acoustics to my voice. The only place you might have been safe was the pit that you just left. Now instead of using you as a bargaining chip, I’m just going to have to kill you. Just like I did that brat and your pet.”
“Okay, who is this kid that you keep talking about??! Cause I promise you I have no idea.” There was a moment of silence after this outburst. Then Humm began laughing once more.
“You mean to tell me that this brat has nothing to do with you? Oh Aon that’s priceless. I guess I killed a child for no reason then. Hey it wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened, and probably won’t be the last. Kids get in the way. But anyway, the kid was with the big blue alien when we picked them up. Now they’re both in hell together. Don’t worry though, you’ll join them soon enough.” Another sonic wave came from seemingly nowhere and smacked into the prince’s face. He skidded against the ground and came to a stop.
An idea hit him as the crate behind him shifted slightly with the force of his impact. If everything here was specially designed and laid out… then destroying it would hinder Humm’s abilities. The prince hopped to his feet and began blast around him. His blasts cut through the steel and aluminum of the shipping crates causing holes to form in some and outright toppling others. The prince smirked. He could just barely make out Humm’s voice yelling at him to stop, so he knew he must be doing something right. More and more the boxes tumbled and had holes burned in them, but the prince didn’t just stop there. With an intense ferocity he attacked the floor and ceiling as well. Finally everything around him was a smoking mess. Humm stood across the warehouse floor, arms crossed and looking very upset. He angrily gestured all around him.
“Do you know how difficult it was to set that up?! Ugh the stupidity of Saiyans astounds me.” Something moved behind Humm. Something very large. Something very large and apparently freshly shaven. Truffle had been stuffed into one of the boxes it seemed, and when they all came tumbling down he had been freed. He stood behind Humm with eyes full of rage. A small child lay curled up in the fetal position, and it was unclear to Ninjin from this distance whether the boy was alive or dead. Humm on the other hand was about to be very dead. Truffle shoved his hands into the ground and brought them out covered in a massive amount of tile and stone. His power level flared and he brought his massive hands together on either side of Humm’s head. Stone and tile mixed with blood and flew in all directions. Boisterous Humm was no more. The once-blue alien bent over and picked Humm’s robe up off of his body and slid it on. It certainly looked funny but he had his pelt once again.
Ninjin ran over to Truffle and embraced him, his friend warmly returning the embrace. The prince looked him up and down and Truffle knew instantly what he was thinking. They had a bond that few could understand, but the empathic bond was real, a specialty of Truffle’s race. The blue alien cocked his head towards the kid and the prince rushed over. The boy was still very much alive, though had definitely seen better days.
“Maybe now the church will leave me alone.” but he knew the words to be false. The church would never stop coming after him. There was no where he would be safe from them apparently, and no one around him that would be safe from them either. Truffle too shook his head. Then he picked the boy up in his massive arms.
“Is this where you’ve been all this time?!” Truffle shook his head and motioned for Ninjin to follow him, slowly they made their way out of the warehouse and into the night air of the Gamma Slums district. Shortly they arrived at a small two story building. It had definitely seen better days. A single solitary light was on inside. Truffle made his way into the building and was instantly mobbed by a group of kids asking where he had been and where his fur were. Ninjin smiled. His friend had been taking care of a group of orphans.
“So this is what you’ve been doing this entire time.” Truffle nodded. Ninjin pressed his tongue between his teeth on the right side of his mouth and half-smiled with the other. Truffle had a bigger heart than anyone or anything he had known. Saying goodbye was going to be tough. They both knew that was what came next though. These kids needed Truffle a lot more than Ninjin did, though nothing could replace their bond.
“I’m going to miss you buddy.” Ninjin said, unable to restrain the few tears than fell from his eyes. Truffle looked at him and his eyes told him more than words ever could. I’m going to miss you more than you could possibly know Ninjin embraced his friend one last time, and then stepped out into the night air away from the truest friend he had ever known.
(Zeni please)
Those that passed by him would notice a distinctive look of a mixture of worry and annoyance on the face of Ninjin Hattori, crown-prince of the Saiyans. His arms were crossed and his left foot had been tapping against the tile floor of the space port for so long that a dent was beginning to form. He was waiting, justifiably impatiently, for his dear pet and friend, the massive blue alien Truffle.
It was the day before they were scheduled to leave Omega, and despite not loving the fact that he had to go and speak to his father about losing the tournament, Ninjin was anxious to get home. Not only that, but he hadn’t seen the big blue fella since the tournament. Truffle just hadn’t been himself in his last fight. It appeared as if the blue alien’s mind had been somewhere else. He had gotten beaten so badly it was as if he hadn’t been fighting at all.
Hundreds, thousands even passed before the Saiyan prince’s eyes. None were the tall blue alien puff ball he was looking for. Where on all of Omega was Truffle. They had arranged to meet here on the day they had set foot on the planet. The annoyed Saiyan shook his head and sighed. Whatever it was that Truffle had gotten himself into, it had better be important.
A man bumped into his shoulder and pressed something into his hand. When Ninjin turned to look for him the man was gone, lost in the massive crowds that seemed to cling to the space-port like super-glue. Looking down at his hand Ninjin noticed the mysterious object was a note. Scribbled on the page as the message
“We have Truffle and the boy. Come to Ninth and Crescent. Come Alone.
Sincerely,
Speaker Boisterous Humm, Bishop of The Universal Church of One.”
Last of his name.
Ninjin crumpled the note in rage. When would it stop? He thought the UCOO presence was dealt with on Omega after Kuda. But then he was taken hostage by Malice Noire and tortured, only to kill him and escape. And now this. What would be next? The Church showing up to New Vegeta?! So they had Truffle and were using him to get to Ninjin. Fine. He would deal with them like he had all the others. One question remained in the back of the prince’s mind however. Who was the boy? And why did they think they could use him to get to Ninjin?
~~~
Ninth and Crescent turned out to be a warehouse in the Gamma Slums. IT was a little clichéd for Ninjin’s taste, but he supposed villains had an image to uphold. Without a word of warning he came crashing down through the sky lights into the center of a mob of aliens. Two of whom were apparently in the middle of a pit fight. A pit fight in a pit. A pit in which Ninjin had just landed.
“I really have to start learning to use the front door.” He muttered to himself.
The man to his left was a human. If his facial scars were any indication he had lived a hard and long life of battle. Wild black hair and the odor coming from his mouth and body indicated a hard life of hygiene problems. To his right was a man who would be best described as a walking half-man half-dinosaur. And that dinosaur was certainly not of the herbivore variety. An oversized tyrannosaurus head was attached to broad shoulders with no neck to separate them. They looked from each other to him. Ninjin slowly raised his hands.
“Listen gentlemen, I’m not here to fight or break up your little fight club. I have no interest in heroics on this one. I’m just looking for my friend. He’s tall and blue and furry. Doesn’t speak. Heart of a child. seen em?” They just shook their heads and laughed. He began rising out of the pit, but his head smacked against a force field. A slow clapping could be heard from somewhere above the lip of the pit. A tall ebony skinned alien in a thick blue fur coat appeared, hands coming together to form a louder-than-normal clap. His ears were nothing more than holes in the side of his head, and his eyes were jet black without pupils.
“Your brashness proceeds you Ninjin Hattori. I am Speaker Boisterous Humm the cacophonic Bishop. These are my men. We’ve been hunting you a long time. I’ll give it to you, you’re a tough sunuvabitch. Taking down Kuda, wow. Killing Malice, even more impressive than killing Kuda. Who would have thought your downfall would come as a result of an over attachment to this blue beautiful blue creature this pelt came from. And some Saiyan orphan….” Humm lovingly stroked his blue fur coat and laughed. Ninjin glared up at him. there was no way that coat was Truffle. And who was this boy?!
The prince gave not a word but turned and blasted a hole through the human’s chest. Boisterous laughed and began to clap once more.
“Did I strike a nerve? Yes your power is impressive Ninjin. A traitor’s punishment is death, a fitting end for that human. He had been spreading doubt about the churches edicts to fellow members, hence his presence in the pit. You’ll find Imperious a more difficult challenge.”
The anthropomorph banged his bandaged fists together and adopted a fighting stance. Ninjin growled and pounced at him. There was rage behind each clawed strike the prince threw at him. Imperious was as good as Boisterous has suggested; He was dancing around the strikes and deflecting them with equal strength and speed as the prince. The dead human would have never stood a chance. His death at the hands of the prince was perhaps even more merciful.
Imperious blocked a blow on both sides and racked his taloned hands down the front of Ninjin’s armor. His talons cut through the red material like a hot knife through butter. They barely just nicked his flesh, but the pain began instantly. He could feel the warm blood trickling down between his armor and his skin. The prince staggered back and brought his hand to the shreds in the armor. They came away bloody.
“First blood goes to Imperious!” The alien cried out in a magnified voice. It seemed to echo throughout the halls of the warehouse. Ninjin couldn’t keep his eyes on the man for long, Imperious was quickly back in the action. He brought his hands back in two overhand chops but the prince caught both and booted the anthropomorph in the gut, using his arms to pull him further into the strike. Then he grappled him in a bear hug. Blood spears shot out from the gashes in Ninjin’s armor and right through the dinosaur man.
There was a collective gasp from those gathered around the pit. Slowly Humm began to laugh. It started as a low chuckle but soon he was in full hysterics.
“Now that… that is some funny shit right there. Malice bit you?! Or he let one of his brats do it. Aon! You’re even more of an abomination than we had thought. Not only are you a Saiyan, but you’re not Iblisian too!” With a wave of his hand Humm motioned for the rest of the men to enter the pit. Which happened to be a problem for Ninjin as there were a lot of them. Alien after alien entered the pit. Small daggers made from blood formed in his hands, and he went to work fighting all of them. They attempted to bog him down with numbers but he was too great and they too weak. Even combined they couldn’t hold a candle to the future king’s True-Power. Soon there was nothing but a pile of dead bodies in the pit surrounding the prince, who had lost his upper-body armor in the conflict and was now covered in blood. Humm was staring down at him, but he was no longer amused.
“Did… did you really just kill all of my men? Well I suppose I did kill your pet so it’s only fair. Still… that’s damn inconvenient. Though there are trillions more followers of the church of one.” He shrugged and began walking away from the pit. Ninjin roared in defiance. Humm turned and an evil smile was on his face.
“If you hadn’t noticed that’s a one-way force-field. You won’t be leaving any time soon. UCOO collection ships will be here soon to get you, and then we’ll leverage trading you for Tsyuo, who with his father’s pride won’t be able to resist. Then we kill you both. How fun.” With that he turned and walked away.
Ninjin’s mind raced. He had to get out of here somehow. There was nothing around him but dead bodies and the equipment they had on them. Flying up once had proven to him that there was no getting through that force-field. But it was a force-field… maybe if he could overload it somehow… With a shrug he grabbed ahold of one of the smaller man’s bodies. Holding it above his head he flew upwards. Sparks began to fly and the body began to convulse as he pressed it harder and harder into the field. After what seemed like an eternity the field flickered and died. Cautiously Ninjin threw the body he was holding through the air where the force-field used to be. It hit nothing. He himself then flew cautiously upwards, but made it out of the rim of the pit without hitting anything.
The warehouse stretched out before him, boxes and crates stacked at least twenty feet high on all sides. Light crept in from the skylights above, as well as the dim lighting of the lamps that hung from the ceiling. The floor was littered with box lids and packaging material. Either this was a supply area for the Church of One or they had raided the stores of whomever did own it. Either way, how in the world was he supposed to find Truffle in all of this, if Truffle was even here that was. The fur coat that Boisterous had been wearing… it couldn’t be… it… it just couldn’t.
Slowly he walked through the isles, stepping over crates and boxes, checking corners and all around him for anything that might be a trap. A louder than normal clap echoed throughout the warehouse.
“I’ll be honest Ninjin, I didn’t expect you to have the brains to get out of that pit. That was one flaw we never could figure out with force-fields, you can believe hard enough, but eventually they just burn out.” it was hard to pin-point where exactly Humm’s voice was coming from. It seemed to be all around him.
“Do you know why they call me the cacophonic bishop? It’s because I have powers over sound. You just happen to be in a place set up especially by the church in order to showcase my amazing abilities.” A visible wave of sonic energy came at him from in front and flipped him over onto his ass. Ninjin stared up in the direction that the wave came from but the voice that came next seemed to come from behind.
“Every single piece of trash, every crate, every tile on the floor and every sheet of metal that makes up the ceiling has all been designed to give this place the perfect acoustics to my voice. The only place you might have been safe was the pit that you just left. Now instead of using you as a bargaining chip, I’m just going to have to kill you. Just like I did that brat and your pet.”
“Okay, who is this kid that you keep talking about??! Cause I promise you I have no idea.” There was a moment of silence after this outburst. Then Humm began laughing once more.
“You mean to tell me that this brat has nothing to do with you? Oh Aon that’s priceless. I guess I killed a child for no reason then. Hey it wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened, and probably won’t be the last. Kids get in the way. But anyway, the kid was with the big blue alien when we picked them up. Now they’re both in hell together. Don’t worry though, you’ll join them soon enough.” Another sonic wave came from seemingly nowhere and smacked into the prince’s face. He skidded against the ground and came to a stop.
An idea hit him as the crate behind him shifted slightly with the force of his impact. If everything here was specially designed and laid out… then destroying it would hinder Humm’s abilities. The prince hopped to his feet and began blast around him. His blasts cut through the steel and aluminum of the shipping crates causing holes to form in some and outright toppling others. The prince smirked. He could just barely make out Humm’s voice yelling at him to stop, so he knew he must be doing something right. More and more the boxes tumbled and had holes burned in them, but the prince didn’t just stop there. With an intense ferocity he attacked the floor and ceiling as well. Finally everything around him was a smoking mess. Humm stood across the warehouse floor, arms crossed and looking very upset. He angrily gestured all around him.
“Do you know how difficult it was to set that up?! Ugh the stupidity of Saiyans astounds me.” Something moved behind Humm. Something very large. Something very large and apparently freshly shaven. Truffle had been stuffed into one of the boxes it seemed, and when they all came tumbling down he had been freed. He stood behind Humm with eyes full of rage. A small child lay curled up in the fetal position, and it was unclear to Ninjin from this distance whether the boy was alive or dead. Humm on the other hand was about to be very dead. Truffle shoved his hands into the ground and brought them out covered in a massive amount of tile and stone. His power level flared and he brought his massive hands together on either side of Humm’s head. Stone and tile mixed with blood and flew in all directions. Boisterous Humm was no more. The once-blue alien bent over and picked Humm’s robe up off of his body and slid it on. It certainly looked funny but he had his pelt once again.
Ninjin ran over to Truffle and embraced him, his friend warmly returning the embrace. The prince looked him up and down and Truffle knew instantly what he was thinking. They had a bond that few could understand, but the empathic bond was real, a specialty of Truffle’s race. The blue alien cocked his head towards the kid and the prince rushed over. The boy was still very much alive, though had definitely seen better days.
“Maybe now the church will leave me alone.” but he knew the words to be false. The church would never stop coming after him. There was no where he would be safe from them apparently, and no one around him that would be safe from them either. Truffle too shook his head. Then he picked the boy up in his massive arms.
“Is this where you’ve been all this time?!” Truffle shook his head and motioned for Ninjin to follow him, slowly they made their way out of the warehouse and into the night air of the Gamma Slums district. Shortly they arrived at a small two story building. It had definitely seen better days. A single solitary light was on inside. Truffle made his way into the building and was instantly mobbed by a group of kids asking where he had been and where his fur were. Ninjin smiled. His friend had been taking care of a group of orphans.
“So this is what you’ve been doing this entire time.” Truffle nodded. Ninjin pressed his tongue between his teeth on the right side of his mouth and half-smiled with the other. Truffle had a bigger heart than anyone or anything he had known. Saying goodbye was going to be tough. They both knew that was what came next though. These kids needed Truffle a lot more than Ninjin did, though nothing could replace their bond.
“I’m going to miss you buddy.” Ninjin said, unable to restrain the few tears than fell from his eyes. Truffle looked at him and his eyes told him more than words ever could. I’m going to miss you more than you could possibly know Ninjin embraced his friend one last time, and then stepped out into the night air away from the truest friend he had ever known.
(Zeni please)