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43,171
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8/14
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Oozaru [x10]
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13,413
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Dec 10, 2023 9:43:41 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 10, 2023 9:43:41 GMT -5
PL: 14,869 (3,717.25 w/ SWC) Zeni: 311 Bonuses: X2 Until 100K Super Weighted Clothes
Jarehd grumbled and growled as he was flying over the Earth, looking down at his RIDICULOUS outfit that he had gotten with his supposed "Super Weighted Clothing." What Jarehd had expected was a simple tank top and Saiyan Breastplate set that would return him to proper clothing status worthy of a Saiyan warrior... not... THIS! This was a blasted red shirt underneath a black... jacket of some sorts? Whatever, it was unbecoming of a Saiyan to wear something like this! These humans clearly didn't know how to properly design clothing! And Jarehd had half a mind to blow them off the planet! Still, however, Jarehd was thankful that he had something to wear while trying to find his squadmate Salada.
"Stupid humans, who do they think they are!?" Jarehd yelled in fury. "Picking out these... these... impractical clothes for a Saiyan warrior! A SAIYAN WARRIOR! I feel like an absolute buffoon in this! Argh!" Jarehd growled, looking down at his light suit coat over the red shirt, as he growled more, gritting his teeth at this point. "Salada's not going to let me hear the end of this when she sees me like this. What an embarrassment!" Jarehd growled in anger as he kept flying, trying to pinpoint Zalada's ki signature.
Jarehd saw Salada as a squadmate, yes, but there was also a level of kindredness he felt for the Saiyan woman six years older than him. Of the squad Salada was in, Jarehd was the closest to her in power, and he wondered if that perhaps gave Salada a feeling of warrior kindred spirit as well. The only thing that separated the two fully on their viewpoints was the fact Salada relied on her scouter more than her own abilities. All the Saiyans did, even those that COULD sense ki! And it infuriated Jarehd thinking about that! Saiyans were more limited by their damn technology than anything else! Sure, the pods were a necessity to conquer other planets. Other than that load of nonsense, Jarehd believed Saiyans didn't NEED all the high tech stuff! They could be the best they could possibly be without stupid scouters or any of the other stupid technologies the Saiyans used, except the Space Pods. The Space Pods helped to conquer more, and that's why that is the ONLY necessity among the technological advancements the Saiyans used.
"I wish all the bloody scouters weren't even existent to begin with. Then we Saiyans could all tap in to our natural instincts and skills to bring out the best in ourselves! But no, like every bloody civilization, WE NEED MORE TECH! The newest, fanciest, greatest scouters on the market, and everyone goes to buy them! A load of bullcrap, I say! We Saiyans are WARRIORS! Not technological connosieurs!" Jarehd yelled in anger as his brow furrowed intensely the angrier he got. However, his anger came to a halt when he suddenly felt a familiar power level, and he stopped mid flight.
"That power... no doubt, Salada's here." Jarehd remarked, stopping long enough to scout the area. If Salada was here, she would be able to see Jarehd fully in the Break Wasteland, considering he was NOT in his Saiyan Armor, and was just floating there in midair.
WC: 558
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 11, 2023 17:37:10 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 11, 2023 17:37:10 GMT -5
(SUPER HEAVY WEIGHTS: ON! PL: 3970)
Salada felt... right again, wearing this modified suit of armor. Some human had made it for her in exchange for their local currency, modeling it after her breastplate in order to give it the illusion it was typical Saiyan garb. Earth's gravity, its lightness... had started to get on Salada's nerves after a few days of living here. Feeling as if one is floating constantly, as if a little gust of wind would blow her away... Bah. These weights though... Why, it was like she was back on Vegeta to some extent, giving her the feeling of the 10x gravity ALL Saiyans born there would consider "normal!" It was... nostalgic, one might say, giving her a layer of comfort being a strange warrior in a stranger land. Unlike simulation conquest missions or long-term training exercises where Saiyans would practice invasion/siege drills on empty, desolate rocks, Salada knew... she wasn't going home for a long time. While she resented the hypocrisy of the upper-class, the sickening endorsement of a woman BARELY BIOLOGICALLY SAIYAN sitting upon their royal throne, and the general weakness of their kin... It was home. The red rolling hills of Planet Vegeta at dawn was a sight to see... Even she couldn't deny that.
...Bah. Enough of this homesickness. This is what old women and cripples would complain about, lamenting the glory-days. Salada was here... and she was alive... And there was still much of this dirt-ball she had yet to catalogue. The Break Wasteland, for example, is the epitome of the descriptor "dirt-ball" if ever there was such a thing. The land was generally dry, barren and rough, large blankets of grass sprouting out of rocky, solid ground. Light gusts of wind kicked up dust-clouds from the loose sediment that made up the surface-earth, the occasional rumble of the large reptilian fauna passing by adding a bit of... flavor to the already bland landscape.
If there was one thing Salada liked about Earth (and 'liked' was stretching it), it would be the so-called "dino-saurs." Among the pathetic Earthling creatures, these titanic behemoths towered above the rest and had a bite to match their bark. Whenever an opportunity presented itself, say when two of the beasts met each other while she was training, Salada would watch as they too would fight, rending claws and gnashing teeth flashing in the sunlight, the two creatures showing who they were to one another. Sometimes one died. Sometimes both. Rarer still the two would limp away, content they were still alive. ...Admiration was a strong word to attribute to these feelings she held for the reptiles, but... respect might not be. Despite their pitiable strength, even at their colossal size, dinosaurs had the savage hearts and rabid instincts of a true warrior...
Ugh... there was that nostalgia again. Salada slapped her cheek lightly to snap herself out of that downward spiral before it could sink its claws in, the Saiyan taking a moment to overlook the landscape in earnest. Yes, there wasn't much to scoff at, what with the most interesting attribute of the Wasteland (hence its name) was the occasional spindly tree that had somehow managed to grow.
...That was... until Salada caught wind of a certain voice... One she would have never expected... She froze, her head SNAPPING up, scanning the sky... and there he was: Dressed in what could only be described as some kind of RIDICULOUS expression of Earthling fashion, JAREHD, one of her three squad-mates, was floating just ahead!
"What the...!?" Salada gasped... before SHOOTING UP towards the man! He wasn't supposed to be here... As far as her squad SHOULD HAVE known, she was off on some secret mission! How was he HERE right now? WHY!? Did the empire not think she was doing enough, living among these wastes of space!? They sent JAREHD to replace her!? ...Then Salada considered the situation.
Calm down, idiot... Getting angry is what got you into this situation in the first place: stranded without a scouter on an alien planet... Jarehd might even be able to help you or bring news of home... So cool it, get your shit together, and act like a LEADER.
"So. You're here." Salada greeted indifferently, her arms crossed over her chest. She greeted her squadmate with a rough smirk, as if it were only an interesting surprise he was here. "...What about the other two? They coming as well?"
WC: 742
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 11, 2023 18:19:22 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 11, 2023 18:19:22 GMT -5
Hearing Salada's voice, Jarehd's eyes widened to find Salada RUSHING up to him, stopping right in front of his face! It caused Jarehd to blink in shock, as he looked at Salada and a silent part of him gulped. Here she was. Right in front of him. What would she say? What would she think!? Would she ridicule him for his clothes? Yell at him for being here in the first place? It wasn't even his idea to be here! The other squadmates wouldn't shut up about "Salada, oh Salada!" And so, being a good man as he was, Jarehd took it upon himself to check up on the female Saiyan leader of the squad. However, he would be in shock again as Salada calmly asked him... if those two dimwits were ALSO on their way. Jarehd laughed as he heard this, neutrally folding his arms as he looked at Salada.
"Come now, those two dimwits wouldn't know how to get to this planet if they tried, Salada. Those rookie buffoons are the reason I'm here anyways. I didn't want to even get NEAR this NASTY ball of dirt, but those two JUST. WOULD. NOT. SHUT. UP! "Oh Jarehd, can you please go find Salada for us?" "Oh Jarehd, what about our fearless leader, Salada?" "Oh Salada!" "Please find Salada-!" They wouldn't shut up! So finally, I CAVED! I decided to entertain them and fly my ass down here to find you, and report back to them using my scouter, then get my ass back to Vegeta!" Jarehd stated as his tone became more heated talking about the young rookie Saiyans in the duo's squad, who damn near treated Jarehd and Salada like they were their FOSTER FAMILY! It was infuriating! Saiyans were meant to be warriors, not babysitters! Not to mention the large amount of bad luck Jarehd ran into on the way here!
"I tell you, this planet can go to hell for all I care. I've had nothing but ill luck on my way here. First, my damn spaceship crashed into a space rock and sent me hurdling off your coordinates. I'm actually surprised I even still hit the PLANET. Next, my scouter fritzed the minute I tried to establish contact with the power readings on earth, and blew up on my damn face!" Jarehd yelled in anger. "Of course, in the crash, my Saiyan Armor became obliterated and I had to go to these stupid human shops to buy some weighted clothing. You'd think these idiots know what a set of SAIYAN ARMOR IS! I was instead given this ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS OUTFIT THAT THESE HUMANS CALL A DAMN SUIT!" Jarehd yelled, gesturing to his outfit in indignation as a vein of anger grew on his head. "I swear if I knew that you and our blasted Queen weren't on this planet, I'd blow it to pieces! Hell, I'd even blow it to pieces if our Queen was still on it! Filthy half breed!" Jarehd roared as he soon realized who he was talking to, being his superior, as he cleared his throat and calmed himself down.
"Sorry... I'm just rather ticked at the damn circumstances of it all. It's bad enough I didn't even come here on my own volition, or on a mission from the leaders, I came here on a damn petty mission, only to find myself unable to get back home, or tell those dimwits to focus on their training now!" Jarehd growled as he sighed. "...But enough about me and my dumb luck. Let's turn this conversation into something somewhat positive, shall we? How have you fared on this lowly ball of dirt? Done any conquering of any cities? Humiliated lower beings who DARE to challenge our glorious race? No one has heard from you for a while so I might as well make use of the time and hear something from you, shouldn't I?" Jarehd asked with a small smile. He was expecting a grandeur tale from his superior. He was expecting her to tell him of all the people she's subjugated, all the gains she's made for the Saiyan race, all the power she's gained from doing all that, though Jarehd wondered why Salada's level of power was oddly close to his own. He always remembered her being so much stronger than he was from the beginning. Was Earth dampening her training routines? Was Earth holding her back? UNFORGIVABLE! If that was the case, Jarehd would have even more incentive to destroy this damnable planet with a fitting attack, his own Damnation Beam, damning this boulder to an eternity of rubble!
WC: 771 TWC: 1,329
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
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Oozaru[x10]
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32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 12, 2023 17:24:31 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 12, 2023 17:24:31 GMT -5
Salada... was actually surprised her squad gave a damn where she was. While idle speculation was expected (who wouldn't muse what their boss was doing on secret assignment) but she DIDN'T expect them to PESTER Jarehd over it to the point he just CAME here! The female Saiyan stared at her subordinate with slightly widened eyes, her lips twitching as if deciding whether to form into a scowl or a smirk! On the one hand, it showed some lack of faith in her crew. What, did they think she was going to die in this backwater dung-hole? TCH! HARDLY! Sure, her landing was rough, but she got back on her feet and she was alive! ...On the other hand, it showed that they cared enough to send someone to find out. These were supposed to be professional warriors and yet, they still found time to care about their ol' boss. Heh... Well, she went with a smirk for now.
"...What softies." Salada grunted... but she didn't hide her smile. "As if I'd die in this place." ...And speaking of rough landings, Jarehnd's recounting of how he'd even GOTTEN here sounded like one blunder after another! First, it was as if this system's asteroid belt had a persona vendetta with the Saiyan, threatening to SMASH him upon one of their rocks, THEN all of his gear was fried on impact, even his armor! The poor monkey had to make do with earthling-made attire! Salada's smile only grew if for no other reason that it was satisfying to hear that she wasn't the only Saiyan treated harshly by this planet.
"Well... No matter." Salada chuckled, brushing aside Jarehd's report. "...All that matters is the acquisition of a communication system of some kind. As far as I've witnessed, scouter-technology is no longer exclusive to the Changlings or Saiyans any longer. Some of the Earthlings, even, have recreated them. You're now under my command once again, Jarehd. Your first mission is to acquire a pair, one for me and one for yourself. We're going to need them to update the empire on... OUR mission." Salada spoke in such a way to imply that Jarehd was now, effectively, recruited into her mission. He might have just been here for the satisfaction of her crew but Salada... needed TRUE Saiyan companionship. Earthlings were, at their best, droll and pathetic creatures, cowering before strength as if they assumed they were going to be squashed. Jarehd may have been something of a blockhead (or at least a daredevil considering he couldn't even manage to properly program a pod's autopilot to get THROUGH an asteroid belt), but he was, at the very least, HER blockhead, a Saiyan she knew she could trust and one she actually enjoyed being around from time to time.
...And then the conversation fell flat as Jarehd expected a status report of his own: HOW WAS Salada doing down here? Had she made the inhabitants tremble in fear yet? Had she-
"NEVERMIND THAT!" Salada SNAPPED... a bit more sharply than she had intended! Embarrassment FLASHED through the Saiyan warrior as she recounted her first MINUTES on the planet, the HUMILIATION of being destroyed by one of those halfbreeds... She glared at Jarehd, silently warning him not to push ANY further... before her expression fell back into one of neutrality. OBVIOUSLY, she wanted to put that mess as far behind her as she could make it.
"...How about we have ourselves a spar instead? I've been itching for an actual fight since I've gotten to this rock. It looks like you're the only one I can count on. Lucky you." Salada looked around before pointing at the ground, lowering herself to it. That's where they would begin. She would then shift into a battle-stance, Raising her hands up, fingers curled into waiting mits, her eyes glinting with the sort of excitement only Saiyans could have on the eve of battle.
"I've been away for a while. Show me how much stronger you've gotten without me."
WC: 669 TWC: 1411
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 13, 2023 8:22:10 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 13, 2023 8:22:10 GMT -5
Jarehd couldn't help but smirk when Salada started talking to him like her subordinate again, holding his smirk as he soon closed his eyes with a nod of understanding. All was well again, he was under the command of Salada once again, as he was ready for his first assignment when Salada told him that it was... to acquire new Scouters!? Blasted SCOUTERS!? Jarehd had to hold back a scoff. Scouters. Scouters, scouters, scouters, the blasted things hardly worked half the damn time! And Salada wanted him to acquire new ones!? Of course, she was like all other Saiyan warriors in the fact that technology was the advancements of their race and they took pride in it. And it infuriated Jarehd. Saiyans used to be warriors who relied on the bare minimum of commodities to survive! Now their civilization was ALL commodities! And it was INFURIATING! But, Jarehd kept it in, knowing that this was now their mission. And he didn't mind that. Gulping down all his anger and frustration, he relented to Salada.
"Yes, ma'am." Jarehd would say, saluting Salada in acknowledgment of the task given to him as he relented that they at least needed scouters to call back to Planet Vegeta and report their situations to Vegeta.
However, when Salada yelled out "NEVERMIND THAT!" when Jarehd asked her about her progress on Earth, Jarehd couldn't help but tilt his head in... confusion! Bewilderment! Salada had SHARPLY rebuked him! Why? Did things befall the leader that harshly? Was Salada truly being inhibited by Earth? What was the reason Salada didn't disclose her Saiyan works?
"Hold off on the spar, what's wrong with telling me the glorious Saiyan things you've done? Surely things aren't that bad for you on Earth." Jarehd remarked, before he then noticed the telling point. The blush on Salada's face. "....No.... don't tell me..."
Jarehd's face was now one of fury and vengeance, as he clenched his fists as he looked at his leader, but his fury wasn't at her, not at all. "Those lowlife scum... THOSE LOWLIFE SCUUUUUM!!!!!" Jarehd roared as his aura EXPLODED, before turning to the nearest thing to destroy, which was a mountainside, as he shot a Damnation Beam right for that mountain. "DAAAAAH!!!!"
The mountain vaporized underneath the power of the Damnation Beam, before Jarehd turned to Salada and grabbed her by the shoulders. "WHO GRABBED YOUR TAIL!? WHO HUMILIATED YOU!? I swear to God when I find the ones responsible for this INDIGNATION, I'LL TEAR THEM TO SHREDS! I'LL BLAST THEM TO PIECES! NO ONE INSULTS OUR RACE, AND NO ONE ESPECIALLY HUMILIATES YOU!" Jarehd yelled at Salada as he had a firm grip on her shoulders, before he let go and closed his eyes in resignation. "I'm sorry, I know you didn't want me to press... but the fact this happened to you is an indignation that no Saiyan needs to have happen to them. This stays between us. You have my word. And if I go back on it, you can kill me yourself." Jarehd spoke honestly as he looked at Salada with a look that told her he MEANT everything. What every other Saiyan would laugh at, Jarehd didn't laugh. He was furious that his leader, HIS LEADER, was humiliated when she got to this dirt ball! Now Jarehd REALLY wanted to blow this planet to absolute pieces! Salada didn't DESERVE this! She deserved so much better than the hand she had been dealt! Jarehd didn't mind the things he went through anymore, he only felt fury now that SALADA got HUMILIATED while he wasn't around. UNACCEPTABLE!
"...I need to punch something now. So I'll take you up on that spar if you still want to." Jarehd told Salada. "And if not, I'll simply start punching rocks to dust on this despicable ball of dirt and water that is this planet. I'm pissed more now that you had that... that INDIGNATION brought upon you! You didn't deserve that! All I feel now is the feeling that I want to rip apart whoever the hell humiliated you and send their corpses into the vast depths of space!" Jarehd roared. "We're Saiyans! We're conquerers! We're not meant to be conquered by anything, OR ANYONE! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Jarehd roared as his aura exploded again, and fired a massive ki blast to another mountain as it blew up, as Jarehd was STEAMING from anger at this point, his eyes almost becoming blood red in color from his anger he felt for what happened to Salada.
WC: 754 TWC: 2,083
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 13, 2023 18:17:22 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 13, 2023 18:17:22 GMT -5
...To say Salada was surprised and off-put by Jarehd's reaction was an understatement. She had expected her Saiyan subordinate to COMPLY with her order, to fall silent and fall in line with her request for a spar! ...Instead, the man seemed to go INSANE with rage, blowing up this and that, his energy FLARING like Salada had never seen! She almost SWATTED Jarehd's hands aside as they GRABBED at her shoulder-plates from reflex alone, her eyes shooting wide as the man both accurately GUESSED that she was humiliated somehow and HOW she was, as well as DEMANDING the name of the perpetrator!
...Salada only stared. She said nothing. What COULD she say? What... in all of heaven, hell and the universe was THAT!? AND HOW DID HE KNOW!? It was like the Saiyan equivalent of being kicked between the legs, not wanting to talk about it, and then someone accurately guessed HOW AND IF IT EVEN HAPPENED! ...But what caught her most by surprise was the sudden outburst of Jarehd. Never ONCE had she seen him blow up over ANYTHING since he'd been assigned to her squad. She had always seen him as the blockheaded muscle of the group, someone whose thinking was only as sharp as their commander's but made up for it with their strength! ...But this... WHAT EVEN WAS THIS!?
After several moments, Jarehd retreated, apologizing for his behavior. This time, he asked again, more politely and less VIOLENTLY INSANE as he had been moments prior, his expression more gentle and worried than completely out-of-its-gourd. Again, Salada said nothing, her eyes slowly narrowing at Jarehd. She was starting to wonder if his story about the concerns of her team was fabricated, rather, it was a mask to hide something Jarehd himself felt... something about her. She didn't know what, she didn't know WHY, but this man was SO concerned for her well-being, so SOFT over it... he was able to GET INTO HER HEAD from this brief exchange alone... and scream to the world what was STILL eating at her.
"Shut up or I'll kill you." Salada HISSED, GLARING daggers at her subordinate. "...If you utter ANYTHING about that... or anything LIKE it again, I'll rip yours OFF, understand!?" She leaned in close, jabbing her finger under the man's nose just to make sure he got the MESSAGE! ...How dare he!? NOT ONLY was he bringing up one of the worst insults a Saiyan can endure, but he was SCREAMING IT TO THE HEAVENS, ensuring anyone with remotely advanced hearing would pick it up! Essentially, Jarehd, being his blockhead-self, was broadcasting to the world that Salada was weak, pathetic, and RIPE for further humiliation! That IDIOT! Did he ever THINK!? EVEN ONCE!? She glared deep into his eyes for another moment burning a hole DEEP inside his head... before stepping back, resuming her battle stance. Apparently not having burned his sudden flare of passion out, Jarehd proclaimed that he WOULD fight her after all... and that he was so mad, he wanted to commit a massacre, make this planet one scattered with bodies!
...As much as Salada liked the idea of that, she still let out a growl of annoyance.
"Seriously. Shut up." Salada rumbled. "That's an order." ...Before LUNGING at Jarehd! He had accepted her challenge... so the battle would begin! Salada would JAB her fist at Jahred's nose, aiming to CLOCK the Saiyan dead-center in his face before SHOOTING her leg out, aiming to nail him in the abs with the heel of her boot! If she managed to land the second attack, Jarehd would likely be flung back, Salada then THROWING a red energy-sphere after him, aiming to EXPLODE him at a distance!
WC: 619 TWC: 2060
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 14, 2023 5:27:20 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 14, 2023 5:27:20 GMT -5
Jarehd expected his shouts of concern would be met with whiplash. Salada was threatening the fact that she would rip off his tail if he didn't shut his mouth, and that was enough to make the underling to Salada gulp. Truly, he didn't really give a damn about Salada other than the fact she was the leader of their group, not to mention the secret buds of admiration that he had in his heart for the woman. But for Jarehd to proclaim his admiration here and now would be absolutely crazy of him to do, considering the fact he was pretty sure Salada DIDN'T reciprocate the same feelings of love for him. Nevertheless he suddenly got on his guard when Salada lunged forward for him and CLOCKED his nose! Jarehd knew this classic combination, as he raised his knee to block her follow up kick with a smirk.
"Did you honestly think you were going to get me with that?" Jarehd smirked before watching Salada charged her energy orb, as he smirked and leapt over her, avoiding her attack as he landed behind her. "Perhaps I'm not at your level, but I'm not that stupid either!" Jarehd yelled as he would throw a SHARP kick to her back! With their similar power levels, this attack COULD send Salada flying through the air, as regardless if she did or not, Jarehd would suddenly grab his wrist. "Allow me to show you a little something I've been working on! HAH!" Jarehd roared, extending out a ki blade before he rushed at Salada whether she be close or far as he slashed his blade of ki rapidly at her, being sure he didn't aim for her tail, because the last thing he wanted to do was remove her tail and embarrass her more, so he aimed for mainly her upper body, leaving her waist and legs unassailed. He was interested to see how Salada could, or if she WOULD get out of this one, before he finished his assault with another sharp kick to the body that if it landed, would send Salada HURTLING into a rock formation, as Jarehd smirked.
"What do you think, my fearless leader? I've gotten quite stronger since you last saw me. But I yearn to achieve that level of power of the legends. I will become a LEGENDARY SUPER SAIYAN!" Jarehd smirked as he took his stance in expectation of a counter attack from Salada. "So I don't intend to hold anything back in this spar! We Saiyans must give it our all! So COME ON!" Jarehd roared, as his blood turned from furious to excited, very excited to battle his leader and friend once again, so long after their last spar which was the deciding test if Jarehd would be a part of this squad. He had impressed her then, and he hoped he was exceeding her expectations now, even if he had been a little loud with blurting out her shortcoming. But regardless of that, he couldn't be more the happier that he had a chance to show his mentor and leader what he had learned.
WC: 521 TWC: 2,604
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 15, 2023 18:42:50 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 15, 2023 18:42:50 GMT -5
Salada grunted in annoyance as Jarehd... defended himself... AND RATHER EASILY, she might add! ...Why was he so strong...? WHY!? She didn't understand! Before, he would have been LUCKY to even scratch her but now... NOW his resistance was genuine... and troublesome! With her initial strikes deflected, Salada went for her energy sphere, an attack that flew past him, the man rather deftly JUMPING over the ball as it exploded right behind! HE would then land behind her, almost MOCKING his captain, questioning what was even the PURPOSE of all that? Salada grimaced, whirling around to face him, stepping to the side as his FOOT shot out, intended for her back! It flew past her front as she whirled, Salada catching his leg between her arms, holding it in place!
"Don't push your luck, you upstart." Salada growled, SWINGING his leg to the side in an attempt to catch him off balance. "So what if you got a little stronger? It's still not enough to beat me!" ...Well, if that was the case, Jarehd was ready to show Salada a special technique of his! Gripping his hand, Jarehd channeled his ki into his grabbed palm, channeling it out in the shape of a blade! Salada's eyes widened slightly, actually kind of impressed that he had THAT much control over his energy! Throwing out energy blasts one thing, but refining it into a razor's edge was something else!
Salada ducked, dived and deflected at Jarehd's wrist as he swung his ki-blade at her, the Saiyan-ess taking special care to ensure her long hair wasn't nicked by his wild attacks! While his control was impressive, his technique... was less so. He came at her like any untrained schmuck with a weapon, taking unmeasured swings... but he did manage to cut lightly into her breastplate at points! Salada GRABBED Jarehd's wrist mid-swing, her underling questioning if she LIKED his new technique!
"It's amusing." Salada smirked, suddenly wrenching Jahred's blade-hand to the side before THROWING her head forward to SMASH into his face and send him stumbling back! "You're certainly not the complete blockhead you were on Vegeta. ...Not entirely." Jarehd would then make a proclamation! HE wanted to be the next super-saiyan and that he wanted Salada to NOT HOLD BACK anymore! The Saiyan captain stared... then LAUGHED in Jarehd's face, shaking her head. How little he knew... There already was a Super Saiyan on Earth! The LEGEND had come true, as per the prophecy! ...And it would be Salada who would achieve it again... NOT her underling!
"You haven't lost your spunk, I'll give you that." Salada proclaimed, her aura FLARING up to full! "...But don't underestimate me, Jarehd... Or you'll end up being BURNED." Salada LUNGED for Jarehd again, this time DUCKING low, bringing her hands up against his chest and firing a STRONG blast point-blank against his chest! Should it connect, the resulting explosion would BLOW the man back, Salada SPRINGING up over him, firing a quick barrage of red-tinted ki-blasts over his frame!
WC: 504 TWC: 2564
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 15, 2023 19:19:11 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 15, 2023 19:19:11 GMT -5
Jarehd half expected Salada to be the master of her craft that she was. Dodging, deflecting, countering him as she did, she was on point as she ever was, but Jarehd knew he had at least impressed her despite her calling his technique "amusing," due to the fact of seeing how wide her eyes had gotten when he pulled out the technique on her as he couldn't help but feel he had already won the day by somewhat impressing his leader. Despite this, even with his slashes and cuts, as precise as they were, Salada was defensively beating him by evading most of the damage he was throwing, and he definitely expected that. It seemed he would have to refine his blade form if he was to get the edge on her, even if he cut into her armor some. However, he didn't expect the brutish move of being HEADBUTTED by Salada, as the move dazed him and caused him to stumble! He growled in annoyance as he held his face, before suddenly sensing Salada's aura flare as she dashed for him, then FLUNG herself downwards, only to place her hands at his chest, and BLAST him skyward! Jarehd knew what was coming next. This was a common tactic of Salada's. Low, then high. Charging ki into his hands, Jarehd smirked as he turned to Salada as she got ready to fire her ki rain down on him, as he met her with his left hand pointing all fingers at Salada!
"Seen this one before, boss! DAMNATION BEAM!" Jarehd roared, as he fired the ki beam right at Salada, rendering her red ki orbs moot, as the ever changing red, yellow, and orange colored ki beam SHOT at Salada at high speeds, threatening to shoot her out of the sky where she stood as it swallowed her ki blasts completely! Regardless of whether Salada dodged or was knocked from the air, Jarehd reformed his ki blade as he rushed at Salada for a follow up, his movements made to where Salada would only be able to block, if anything, from Jarehd's blade, either falling or dodging, as Jarehd would slash through her guard, an explosion of ki sending Salada HURTLING to the ground, as Jarehd smirked widely as he soon charged orange ki into his OWN hands. "The blockhead you knew is gone, Salada! I'm a brand new warrior now! DADADADADADAH!!!!!" Jarehd roared as he fired orange ki blasts all over Salada's frame as she had attempted to do to Jarehd, as he smirked at the smoke that covered the ground, regardless if Salada got hit or not. "I'm so glad you find me amusing, but I'm a little tired of just being your class clown, boss. I hope you aren't disappointed that I'm actually starting to take your pointer tips and learn to grow my own spine." Jarehd remarked to Salada, wherever she was, as his ki sensory was on high alert to find her, regardless if she was rushing at him for an attack, or recovering on the ground. If she was going for an attack, regardless if it was ki blasts or physical, Jarehd would be ready with his defenses, either looking to parry or catch Salada's attack and use it to his own advantage!
WC: 548 TWC: 3,152
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76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 17, 2023 12:54:29 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 17, 2023 12:54:29 GMT -5
"That name is ridiculous." Salada remarked as Jarehd, having been launched into the sky, fired a BEAM down upon her, absorbing the quick-ki blasts she had hurled in his direction! 'Damnation Beam...' What's next? 'Death Beam?' 'Supernova?' As much as Jarehd was trying his best to make himself stand out, try and look 'cool,' but no matter what, it seemed, he was still something of a blockhead. That was alright, though. His fighting instincts, at least, seemed to grow sharper and sharper as they fought. With the beam looming closer, Salada raised an arm over her head, her fingers extended into a blade-like shape! Her brow furrowed, her jaw clenched, Salada's aura CONDENSING UP AROUND HER PALM...
"RRRRRAAAAAAAAAH!" She ROARED, chopping down on the energy-beam the instant before it would collide with her form, SLICING the blast in half as it bore down upon her! The Beam, cleaved in two, SMASHED into the ground on either side of the Saiyan commander, ERUPTING in a blast of orange/golden light, Salada grunting with discomfort as she rose to her full height. The glove she had used to slice the beam had been burned almost down to the flesh, the skin underneath raw and lightly burned... but still workable, more or less. Salada rose to her full height and smirked up at Jarehd, raising her burnt hand in his direction... and beckoning him towards her! SHE was challenging him to come at her! ... And come at her he did! This time, Jarehd attacked ferociously, much faster than before and with more tenacity!
"This is more like it!" Salada laughed as she batted aside Jarehd's attacks, slapping them wide of their intended targets, causing them only to strike the air! ...Only, when she attempted to flank Jarehd, her subordinate was always there to cut her off! His speed... well... it was impressive! So much so that Salada was actually having trouble moving around as much as she wanted to! Salada wasn't holding back on the offense either, throwing punches, kicks, even attempting to sweep his legs in-between swipes of his arm-sword-thing but the openings were few and far between. She had to play this smart if she didn't want to lose a limb.
...But whatever that meant, Jarehd was determined not to let her have it. Salada tilted her head to the side just in time to avoid a thrust meant for her face, the bare edge of the blade lightly nicking her cheek! She tisked in annoyance, preparing to strike back... only something was going on with the blade... it grew, it swelled... and it exploded right next to her head!
"AAAUGH!" Salada roared, being sent hurtling to the ground with almost a DOZEN MORE energy blasts trailing her right behind! They battered and smashed into the ground, kicking up dust, dirt, rocks, all in a cloud around the Saiyan... but when they cleared, she was no longer there! Jarehd would focus on his surroundings, attempting to find Salada... Only for her fists to find him first! Suddenly, two white-gloved fists would SLEDGEHAMMER STRIKE upon the crown of Jarehd's skull, sending him rocketing down towards the ground! In the next instant, Salada would appear below him, armor scuffed, a shoulder-pad cracked, even her under-suit torn along one arm... but still very much alive and ready to fight!
"HAAAH!" She roared, SWINGING her knee up to SLAM into Jarehd's stomach, aiming to knock the wind out of him! She them would cup her palm, summoning a massive red sphere before placing it against Jarehd's cheek... and making it EXPLODE in a violent sanguine burst! Payback... it was delicious.
WC: 605 TWC: 3169
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 17, 2023 16:48:01 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 17, 2023 16:48:01 GMT -5
Jarehd was shocked to find his attack SLICED in twain by Salada. As if it wasn't bad enough she basically called his attack name DUMB! Well, she was no better! Orga Sphere!? What even was that!? If anything, THAT was a stupid attack name! But, when it came down to it, did attacks even need a name? Did they even NEED the factor of having a name? Jarehd started thinking that wasn't necessary. Well, what thinking he could do while he was trying to nail his mentor. He soon smirked once Salada deflected one of his blows, and his attack exploded on her, before he launched his ki assault on her.
Suddenly, he felt himself become SMASHED in the skull, completely bypassing his guard as he was FLUNG down to the Earth!
"UAAAGH!" Jarehd yelled in pain, flying down towards the ground at high speeds, his body twisting to where Salada NAILED his gut, causing him to cough a bit, before he was caught in a retaliation explosion that sent him flying backwards, as he landed on the ground with a grunt, his suit coat in shambles as he grunted and stood up, chuckling a bit as he soon spit out blood, wiping the blood from his mouth and tossing aside his shambled suit coat, the weights still in the tank top and pants as he smirked at Salada.
"You always were a thirsty one for revenge, eh Salada." Jarehd chuckled as he finished wiping blood from his mouth. "You know, I always admired that about you. Making sure no debts owed to you go unpaid. Hell, I've admired that about you ever since I took your test." Jarehd smirked as he cracked his neck. "Thanks for making this outfit feel a bit more natural, by the way. ...Now let's continue."
As Jarehd said this, he rushed right at Salada, seeming to aim for her upper body, but he quickly shifted his weight low and swept her off her feet, before punching her in center mass, complete with a ki beam from one hand to send her flying a good bit, even if she had blocked it. Jarehd would quickly move to get in Salada's flight path, and even if she righted herself to strike, Jarehd would block her attempted attack or attacks, and proceed to kick her towards the nearest large rock formation, aiming to bury her deep in it after she collided with another high speed kick as Jarehd laughed.
"Looks like you're between a rock and a hard place, let me help you, BOSS!" Jarehd smirked widely as he would take his ki beam and slash in a manner that would only superficially cut Salada, as well as cut the rock formation, the ki residue from the slash exploding again, burying Salada down underneath the rubble of the mountainous formation as Jarehd smiled, folding his arms. "Oops. Did I do too much? I'm sorry." Jarehd dryly joked as he prepared himself for whatever Salada would throw back at him, an eager smile on his face.
Every punch, every strike, every move from Salada instilled his Saiyan blood to an absolute emotional high of a degree, the euthanism of just duking it out in a good old fashion one on one honorable BRAWL! This was the kind of Saiyan instincts Jarehd lived for! Not some fancy, high priced technological junk like scouters and ships, just two Saiyans forming a bond between one another by PUNCHING EACH OTHER IN THEIR RUGGED JAWLINES! There was no better feeling in the world than punching a fellow Saiyan, and getting punched back by a proper Saiyan brethren! This was what Jarehd lived for! THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!
WC: 616 TWC: 3,768
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
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Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 18, 2023 14:52:12 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 18, 2023 14:52:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you were inspired, saw me as a hero, yada-yada-yada." Salada droned, clearly not impressed with Jarehd's praise! In her mind, she didn't DO this whole squad-thing out of some need to fulfill her ego! She was GIVEN command of a squad because the Saiyan high-command saw her as JUST that good! Now, much to Salada's chagrin, when she was born, she was rated as little more than a middling Saiyan. Her Power Level was average at best and her future, as far as warrior was concerned, was destined to be little more than a life of basic soldiering... or some kind of general-rank if she was VERY lucky. It had taken all the will, the strength, and the lack of tolerance she had for BULL that she had achieved what she had now: a squad to call her own. Her pride came not from the admiration of her from her members, but the fact they were HERS and she EARNED it.
...Now, though, that authority was being challenged. Whether or not Jarehd knew it, his power was threatening Salada's and, as a result, he was CHALLENGING her authority. It was no secret that a lot of Saiyan society was dictated by strength. From the time you were born to the moment you died, if your strength was not high enough, on some level, you were looked down upon. Commanders, then, were not only expected to be stronger than their underlings but it was considered a sign of WEAKNESS and of being UNFIT TO LEAD if they weren't! After all, what would a weakling know about battle that this other guy, this STRONGER GUY didn't? How could this weaker man lead his troops if his troops made HIM look like a joke!? ...Such was the insecurity Salada was starting to feel. Jarehd, as far as she could judge, had become her equal. ...And if he were to grow beyond her, all it would take is a display of that power for her squad to doubt her. ...And when they started to doubt, they would no longer be HER squad... just a group of Saiyans that had yet to hash out a new pecking order.
...She COULD NOT let that happen! WHO would she be WITHOUT them, even!? It wasn't as if she was particularly attached to them all, not how these PATHETIC humans got attached to those that surrounded them! It was a matter of competence and authority! She... would be LESSER... if she was not STRONGER! She would be reduced back down to a common grunt under someone else's command, just another faceless Saiyan fighting in the shadow of someone stronger, someone she KNEW even! Anxiety ran up the nerves of Salada, overriding her sense of enjoyment... She had to win this fight... She HAD to... She wasn't going to lose EVERYTHING to this GOD-DAMNED PLANET, ESPECIALLY NOT HER SQUAD!
Salada sprung back from Jarehd's sweep-kick at her legs, her arms crossing over her chest, blocking the following punch! Salada grunted as she SKIDDED back with the force-of-impact, her boots GRINDING a trail into the ground from where she'd once been! She reacted to the THIRD of Jarehd's attacks, however, firing out a beam of her own FROM HER MOUTH to match Jarehd's from his palm, the two beams BUILDING PRESSURE BETWEEN THEM before EXPLODING IN A BRILLIANT FLASH OF LIGHT!
"Blast... Where are you NOW!?" Salada rumbled, wiping her hand through the building dust-cloud, trying to catch sight of her subordinate. He was fast... and he was clever, using smoke-screens to outmaneuver her! It wasn't honorable, but all was fair in war, they say! Salada caught movement through the murk and SWUNG her leg around, her own SLAMMING into Jarehd's as he LUNGED out, aiming to send her flying into a mountain! The impact of their legs DISPURSED any cloud of dust around them, the warriors being blown back... with Salada's being pressed against a nearby rockface! Salada gritting her teeth in irritation and anxiousness... while Jarehd merely LAUGHED in her face, RAGE blooming from the bed of her anxiety, her eyes FLASHING towards her fellow Saiyan!
"DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME!" Salada ROARED, her aura EXPLODING all around her! Jarehd swung his ki-sword at Salada who deflected it with her arms... only for the mountain above her to fall on top of- ...wait... DID SHE CATCH IT!? Salada gritted her teeth, her face CONTORTED with rage as she LIFTED the bisected mountain over her head... before HURLING IT at Jarehd, aiming to SMASH him with his own attack!
Whether or not it had connected, Salada and Jarehd would RUSH at one another, a flurry of explosive punches and kicks that almost threatened to suck ALL of the air out of the environment! Sonic BOOMS and VACUUM pockets erupted all about the battlefield as the two warriors bounced from place-to-place, ripping out CHUNKS from the ground and ripping CHASMS in the clouds above!
Salada would CATCH Jarehd's latest punch with one hand before bringing her other up to SMASH into his stomach with a brutal uppercut, hoping to take the air out of him! She would then BACKHAND his jaw with her fist before SWINGING her leg around in a roundhouse-kick, aiming to send him flying! SHOOTING after him, Salada would fire three quick energy-blasts, each aimed at his torso and, whether or not they all connected cleanly, Salada would suddenly disappear... then reappear behind Jarehd, her boot SHOOTING OUT in a fearsome thrust, aiming to NAIL the back of his head!
"Take THAT!" She roared, her aura blazing furiously! ...Her Saiyan Spirit had awakened... Jarehd had better be ready for it!
WC: 947 TWC: 4116
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 18, 2023 18:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 18, 2023 18:51:59 GMT -5
Jarehd could only grit his teeth in agitation as he heard the words of Salada in response to the genuine praise he had for her. The fact that he ADMIRED her as a leader and a person, and she literally heard those words, and as if she was APPALLED by them, she literally grabbed them and threw them aside as if they were MEANINGLESS! Last time Jarehd checked, Saiyans didn't exactly give each other words of praise unless they damn well EARNED it! That's how he was raised up anyways, so the fact that she MOCKED his words, and tossed them aside as if they were literal trash was just so god damn INFURIATING! It made his blood boil that the fact his praise for her was shoved aside like it was just heresay! What nerve! What GALL! To deny her subordinate the praise that the leader deserved! Just what caused this out of Salada anyways!?
Jarehd couldn't focus on that. There was a battle in front of him and he needed to fight it, as he found his attacks being perfectly guarded yet again by Salada in the best ways possible she could block them! That's just how it was from the very beginning of it all. Jarehd could outsmart any Saiyan brute on any normal day of the week? But Salada? No. Salada was a completely different story. Jarehd had been trying to outsmart her since day one, and damnit if the woman wasn't always better than him! To her movements and her defenses, it was Jarehd who seemed like the brute in the situation, being perfectly parried and blocked, even now in this fight, despite the fact, yes, he had landed SOME blows on her, which was an accomplishment in itself for him, but for what? Just to have her hit him twice as hard with her own attacks in rapid succession? Not much of a trade off there. Jarehd's been smacked around more in this fight than he'd ever been. Not to mention the fact, in the moment, that as he cut the mountain down, Salada CAUGHT the damn thing in her arms, and was holding it from crushing her! Jarehd looked up at this in complete shock and awe, dumbfounded to continue this plotline, as there was only one thing on his mind he could really say!
"Damn... that's hot-"
SMASH!
Jarehd's comment got him a face full of mountain as he grunted in pain, slamming into the dirt with a growl as it was HE who was buried underneath a pile of rubble, not Salada like he had originally intended! But that didn't keep him down, as Jarehd ROARED and burst out, his aura flaring as he sent some of the rocks shooting at Salada, who BARRELLED through them like they were nothing, as Jarehd met her and the duo CLASHED with heavy fists! They were splitting the very AIR apart, Jarehd wondering if they were also splitting the very ATOMS to cause miniature explosions of power all across the Break Wasteland, as Jarehd soon found one of his fists caught by Salada! Instinctively, he hardened his abdomen, knowing exactly what was coming next from his leader, and it hit. A MASSIVE slug to the gut to try and knock his air out!
"Ghm!!" Jarehd groaned in pain as he managed to keep some air within him thanks to steeling his muscles to absorb the blow, as he grit his teeth in pain before he almost had them knocked clean out with a massive BACKHAND to his face! Grunting, Jarehd threw up his guard and blocked the incoming roundhouse kick, as it was now his turn to skid across the ground, before deflecting the oncoming ki blasts, only to get KICKED HARD in the back of his head! "GAUUUGH!" Jarehd exclaimed as he rolled across the ground in pain, skidding to a halt as he quickly got back to his feet, feeling something loose in his mouth as he spit it out, and luckily saw it was a blood covered chunk of rocky dirt, and not a tooth, as he rubbed the blood from his mouth as he looked at Salada before smiling to hide what his mind was currently telling him, as he ROARED, stomping the ground, forming a massive earthen wall in front of him, as he KICKED it forward, launching it at Salada for her to either dodge, stop, or blow up. Whatever method she chose, Jarehd would find his way around it and make it to her, being above her and would flip kick her STRAIGHT to the dirt, before aiming to plant her there with a MASSIVE beam of ki from each palm of his hand, SHOOTING down at her to keep her there for a moment, as Jarehd looked to the nearest mountain, and would cut it down, before grabbing it himself.
"HAVE A TASTE OF ROCK PIE!" Jarehd yelled, throwing the large mountain at Salada, which would give him a few moments to collect his thoughts about what he was noticing in this situation. Right now, Salada was fighting him more fiercely than she ever had before. As if she had something she needed to prove to him. But why? Why did she feel the need to beat him down worse when he was already, in his eyes, losing on the fighting card? Sure, he was doing the best he'd EVER done against Salada, and this was the most even fight they had EVER had. Just what was causing her to be so aggressive? What did Jarehd do to make her seem so intent to bring him down? Even to accuse him of mocking her when he was making a joke! ALL Saiyans made jokes like that! So what in the world could be making Salada seem so... so... so...
...Desperate? ...Desperate....
Was....
Was she feeling threatened!?
By JAREHD!?
What the hell kind of sick joke is that? Salada, leader of the squad, threatened by a know it all blockhead with so much more he had to learn before he could EVER challenge her for the position of leader of the squad!? It made no sense, even if he got STRONGER than her, she would always OUTSKILL and OUTMATCH him by decades of experience! It was so unrealistic to think that Jarehd could even compare to her!
...And honestly, it pissed him off that this fight was coming to this! He saw the next attack, whatever it would be from Salada, and he wasn't having anymore of this Salada afraid of the "Big Bad Jarehd" shpeal.
"ENOOOOOOOOOOOOUGH!!!!!!"
The shout from Jarehd was so loud and fierce that the air around him heated up in a mass of ki, as it formed a barrier, NULLING any attack Salada threw at him, and even knocking her off balance for a moment so Jarehd could speak his mind! And he frankly had a lot to say right now to a leader who had NO REASON to be threatened!
"WHAT THE HELL HAS YOU SO SCARED ABOUT ME, SALADA!?" Jarehd yelled at her with a tone that portrayed a mix of rage and betrayal, along with disbelief, as he held a long glare at Salada. "You honestly think- Damn it all, YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I'M BETTER THAN YOU, OR CAN BE!?"
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
Jarehd meant every word of what he just said. It was truth! What was WRONG with Salada!? She was his better in skill and in technique! It didn't matter if Jarehd somehow got STRONGER than her. Power only does so much when you have the skill set to back it up! And Jarehd did NOT have the skill set that Salada had, not in the LEAST bit!
"You're fighting me like I'm a threat to your position! Just what world do you LIVE IN!? Certainly not the REAL WORLD!" Jarehd yelled out in fury as he still was in absolute DISBELIEF that Salada had the NOTION that SOMEHOW, Jarehd was even CLOSE to HER! Had she not been paying attention to the fight!? How she was easily smacking him away and around like a volleyball!?
"You've been beating me in every aspect in this fight and yet you somehow have the GALL to think me anywhere CLOSE to where you are!?" Jarehd yelled at Salada in rage as he clenched his fist and growled in anger. "How in the world.... If you think that... IF YOU THINK THAT..." Jarehd trembled in absolute anger as his eyes and aura flared as he looked at Salada.
"THEN I'VE LOST ALL RESPECT TOWARDS YOU AS A LEADER!!!"
Another fireball of words from Jarehd's mouth as he made the proclamation. If Salada had the NOTION that Jarehd was better than she was, then she was no leader in his eyes! She was just another Saiyan to defeat! And Jarehd knew damn well that WASN'T what Salada was! She was a leader who schooled him and the REST of the squad with absolute ease, and had every right to claim her RIGHTFUL place as their leader. The fact she was fighting so desperately as if Jarehd had a CHANCE or even had the MOTIVATION to take her place was LUDICROUS! Jarehd knew he had NO place as the leader of this squad! He had NO place at all there! And if Salada was threatened by him, then that was grounds for him to lose faith in her. Not the fact she wasn't strong, but the fact she was faltering in her OWN SAIYAN PRIDE! Her Saiyan Pride ought to be dictating to her that she was beating him, a fool who might be almost equivalent to her, and she needed to put Jarehd in his place! To doubt she could do that was AGAINST SAIYAN PRIDE!
"WHERE IS YOUR SAIYAN PRIDE, SALADA, IF YOU CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT YOU'LL BEAT ME!? YOU'VE ALREADY DONE IT SO MANY TIMES BEFORE! SO WHAT'S STOPPING YOU!? HUH!? WHAT'S STOPPING YOU!?" Jarehd yelled at her, as if challenging her to put all those worries to rest by slamming him down here and now! And if that happened? So be it, he at least had reason to believe in her once again as a leader.
WC: 1,713 TWC: 5,481
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
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Dec 20, 2023 17:31:04 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 20, 2023 17:31:04 GMT -5
Usually, getting hit with a mountain and then being pounded into the DUST was enough to put a Saiyan down. Even the strongest among them struggled to deal with that kind of persistent damage and hostility, a weaker man would know to just give up and let the victor define herself. ...Not Jarehd, though. Just WHAT kind of training had he gone through!? It took at least ONE zenkai from nearly dying to those two fools to become as strong as she was now so... what? Did Jarehd suffer just as greatly? How as he still able to keep up with her! As if to get revenge for himself, the Saiyan man would STOMP the ground, kicking up a large chunk and throwing it at her! Expertly, Salada would SHOOT above it, allowing the wall of stone to pass harmlessly beneath. She could have done any number of things else to annihilate it, from smashing it with her fists to blasting it away... but why waste the energy when there was such an obviously superior alternative? ...Probably because it wasn't just obvious to her. Out of the corner of her vision, Salada caught sight of the LONG dark streak arching above her, the Saiyan captain looking up in time just as Jarehd was MID-BACK-FLIP, his legs arching up for kick upon the completion of his rotation! Salada's arms SHOT UP, crossing over her head an INSTANT before Jarehd's motion completed, her leg SLAMMING into Salada's forearms, taking out most of the impact.
The ground beneath Salada's boots EXPLODED as she bore the full pressure of the impact, her teeth gritting with strain as she GLARED up at Jarehd! He hadn't just gotten stronger, but smarter too! He was using little tricks and maneuvers he likely NEVER would have thought of back on Vegeta! Now she was convinced he had been doing some kind of secret training on the side, SOMTHING to try and close the gap between them! Had he been planning something this whole time? Was he so disquieted by her command, he was willing to RISE above his birth-station!? All she could see from her subordinate was the threat that he posed in this moment, a manifestation of her inability to lead. What other reason was there that he was this strong? On Vegeta, gaining power like this was seen as a threat to those in the upper ranks. After all, might made right, strength commanded authority, and with that authority, one could reach the ultimate seat of power. Although things had become much more... liberal than they had been in the past, there was still a consensus among many Saiyans that only the strongest should have the right to rule over the rest, that it is THEIR strength everyone must look to and aspire to reach. Salada herself had risen FAR beyond anything she been expected to achieve throughout her whole life, touching upon the "15,000" marker mere moments after arriving on Earth. Yes, it cost her much of her pride... and YES, it cost her the sorest loss she had ever suffered... but she had also transcended into the traditional ranking system of "Elite Saiyan Warrior!" Despite everything, she was PROUD of her power and what she had achieved! It was HER power, not the result of any do-dads or gadgets! She was the real deal, a Saiyan that had risen above! She just needed to return to Vegeta and make it official!
...Then Jarehd came... and made that achievement look like nothing.
Salada whipped an arm out from under Jarehd's leg and THREW it's fist at his face... only for him to DISAPPEAR in a flash of speed! Salada tracked him expertly, though, whirling around to face him... only to see a POWERFUL energy-wave rocketing her way! Once more, Salada would SWIVVEL to the side, allowing the beam to PASS by her... only she had cut it REMARKABLY close this time. The energy-wave scuffed against her breastplate enough to leave a long black line across its once pristine white face, Salada staring down at it in disgust. Gashed, marred, burnt... It wouldn't have been much of a problem if she were on Vegeta. SURE, requisitioning a new suit was ALWAYS a pain, what with all the PAPERWORK, but at least it was there. Seeing her armor damaged thusly, even if it was an Earthling weighted replica... it reminded Salada JUST how far from home she really was.
...And that made her MAD. She just couldn't fathom why SHE was sent here in the first place! MONSTERS lived among SHEEP on this dung-hill! Giants squatting among ANTS! They LIVED together... BREEDED together! Some of which, she was disturbed to learn, had Saiyan blood! She wouldn't have had to deal with ANY of this had the paper-pushers back home just sent someone else! She could have been a warrior... She could have kept her pride intact! She would have found ANOTHER way to rise above her limits while SECURING HER STATION... But everything was coming undone... She couldn't even keep her ARMOR in presentable condition! In this moment of internal conflict, Jarehd had found another suitably sized mountain and decided to test out his throwing arm. He HURLED it at Salada like it were a titan's javelin, sending hundreds of millions of tons of stone FALLING upon Salada! The Saiyan, her rage, her anxiety, her uncertainty, all of these things gripping her heart like a vice, would stand before the falling mountain, her hands straightening out to resemble blades. With a ROAR she THRUST them up into the Mountain's tip as it fell upon her, WEDGING them in as she SPRUNG UP! She SPUN and SPUN, drilling from one end of the mountain to the other, CRACKING OUT THE OTHER SIDE as the whole of the structure collapsed upon the sudden gap inside! The Saiyan was dusty, rocks and pebbles covering her hair with perhaps one or two new scratches... but she was more than ready to keep fighting. Her blood boiled in the way only a Saiyan's could, her eyes ablaze with the desire to WIN. It was the only way she could be satisfied, she decided, defeating Jarehd. Her aura IGNITED like a red sun's flare, Salada angling to CLOSE the distance and continue the fight when-
...Jarehd SCREAMED for a time out! Salada froze, once again caught off guard. Jarehd... was reprimanding her...? First he was screaming like some softy, having read her embarrassment like she was some kind of battle-report... NOW he was reading her AGAIN and this time he believed he had the RIGHT to call her out on what she was FEELING!? Salada could, once more, do nothing but stare in shock at the seemingly insane audacity on display before her. She didn't remember Jarehd behaving this way when they were working on Vegeta. Sure, he was more emotional than most, a meahead for sure, but THIS!? Where did he get the GAL!? ...Salada knew. His power made him believe he had the right. He was fighting her on equal-enough footing that he believed he could speak to her as an EQUAL rather than his commander. Salada's rage BOILED UP INSIDE as she listened to his rant, her jaw clenching so tight, the teeth in her head threatened to crack!
"SHUT UP!" Salada ROARED, her voice CLAMPING OVER JAREHD'S, silencing his tirade before it could go any further! Her eyes flashed red, almost the same shade as her ki as she locked them with Jarehd's her fists clenched so tightly, the tips nearly dug into her palms! "Who the hell are YOU to judge me, huh? You're just some PUNK assigned to my team, some nobody that some guy somewhere sent to ME! What the HELL would you know about my PRIDE, what happened to MY honor!?" Salada's energy SPIKED at that last word, as if someone had opened the door to a burning house, letting fresh oxygen inside! "I was a respected WARRIOR before I came to this world! I was a Middle-Class warrior with a squad to call my own! We were strong.... we were recognized! Our strength might have not been comparable to the nobles but they noticed us regardless!" She bowed her head, trembling with outrage. "Then they sent me to this place... I was to be a DIPLOMAT, a REPRESENTATIVE because our QUEEN both REFUSES to expand our borders AND because she failed to diplomacy herself! ME! I AM A WARRIOR AND I WAS SENT TO CLEAN UP HER MESS!" Salada's energy SPIKED again! "...Not two minutes on this blasted rock and I am already being assaulted by warriors possessing strength I NEVER would have believed possible! I was HUMILIATED, BROUGHT LOW, RENDERED SMALL in a matter of moments by one of this planet's WEAKER warriors! EARTH, this backwater worthless excuse-for-a-planet is pumping out fighters with powers of 100,000 or more, JAREHD! AND I WAS CRUSHED BY ONE OF THEM BEFORE I COULD DEFEND MYSELF!" ...Blood seeped from around Salada's in-clenched fingers. "But that was only the SECOND insult to my honor. The THIRD... some CHILD, some BOY grabbed my tail and squeezed it! He KNEW what it was, what would happen and SQUEEZED IT!" She pointed a finger at Jarehd, blood dripping off it's tip. "I was HUMILIATED... AND HUMILIATED... AND HUMILIATED AGAIN! WORTHLESS HALFBREED SCUM TOOK MY HONOR AND SMASHED IT TO PIECES! ...Then there's YOU." Her voice lowered into a growl that resembled that of the Oozaru inside!
"You just happen to show up DAYS after that, confident, STRONG. You a man who was little more than my squad-mate, came to remind me of it all. Your power rivaling mine... It reminds me of my WEAKNESS! It is yet ANOTHER insult to my honor! I am a Saiyan commander! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE SUFFERED THESE DISGRACES! I... I..." Salada roared, nearly choking on her own words! She instead refocused her gaze on Jarehd. "...SO NEVER speak to me like that again, you BASTARD. You could NEVER know the SHAME I feel every moment I stay on this PLANET!"
WC: 1689
TWC: 5805
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Dec 20, 2023 18:58:44 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Dec 20, 2023 18:58:44 GMT -5
Jarehd's eyes widened upon seeing Salada absolutely degrade him ravenously without mercy, as it was a shocking series of events, one after another! Firstly, Jarehd's assault had once again gone NOT as planned, as Salada had found workarounds YET AGAIN to his assault, and it was rendered quite meaningless to his acting Commander. Sure, Jarehd had bought time with a massive shout, but Salada was still beating him in every which way in this fight! Up, down, sideways, Jarehd was losing this fight fully, but Salada believed that she was being threatened, and Jarehd wouldn't stand for it... that is, until she yelled at him to SHUT UP! And he would, letting Salada begin her tirade of slamming him down verbally left and right. Calling him a PUNK from a lowlife area that got SENT to her because he showed promise. She wasn't wrong, compared to her, Jarehd was nothing more than low life scum. But he did know about lost pride and honor, and he would see to it Salada knew that truth he hadn't ever told her on this day as well. She also went into the triage of moments where her pride and honor got snuffed on this planet. First and foremost, a warrior, sent as a diplomat for their scum half breed of a Queen, as Jarehd growled a bit at that one, but not at Salada, more like a grunt of agreeance. Just WHO was Zaks to send diplomats to CLEAN UP HER MESS!? OUTRAGEOUS INDEED! And then Jarehd's theory came to fruition. Salada had been down right humiliated. Both by a warrior who Salada claimed to be one of many with power levels over 100,000. AND by a young boy half breed who... and there it was.
Grabbed her tail. Jarehd only suspected it, but now the truth was out in full. He looked at Salada as she finished her tirade, finishing with him, how he had come to the planet as her near equal, and how he was sitting here reminding her just how weak she was. Jarehd closed his eyes, calming down as he looked at Salada, before clicking his tongue and chuckling, but it was a mix of an affirmed chuckle, and a somber one.
"Before I begin, allow me to say thank you for that." Jarehd remarked with a smile as he looked at Salada. "You're absolutely right. I have no right to say any of that to you, because you are a Middle-Class warrior, and you deserve so much more than me, a scumbag lowlife who was sent to you on my merit in combat alone." Jarehd remarked. "As a Low-Class Warrior, I should have learned to hold my tongue better than this." Jarehd remarked, closing his eyes in resignation. "Because in truth, I know exactly about all of the things you said. Loss of Pride. Loss of Honor... Humiliation. I know it too well, Salada. Far. Too. Well." Jarehd remarked as he looked to the horizon for a bit, the hot winds blowing across his body. "....If you recall, your initiation mission to me was to go and conquer three other planets. And only then would you even RECOGNIZE me as part of your squad. I recall that when I returned to you, I was scolded, because you told me that even the lowest of low class Saiyans could have done it faster than I did it. But you kept your word, and I am truly honored that you did, Commander." Jarehd remarked, as he soon closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fist, trying to reign in his emotions before his Commander, before he looked at Salada again. ".....The reason I failed to effectively conquer those lowly planets was because... on all three planets. I suffered the same indignation you did, Commander... ...Only I.... ....I...." Jarehd clenched his fists harder, his own blood starting to coat his hands from how hard he clenched them, as he recalled his pitiful voice he shouted out on those planets, and matter of factly was the only reason he conquered them all to begin with.
"PLEASE! SPARE ME! LET GO OF MY TAIL, PLEASE, JUST LET ME BE FREE!"
"DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE, LET GO OF MY TAIL! I'LL LEAVE, I'LL LEAVE!!!!"
"NOT MY TAIL! LET GO OF MY TAIL, I BEG OF YOU!!!"
"....I begged.... and grovelled... below low lifes! I begged for my life before inferior races! I was a disgrace! An utter, foolish disgrace!!!!" Jarehd yelled at Salada as he looked at her. "That's why I know! That's why I understand the pain! I understand you! But that doesn't mean I'll EVER be above you!"
Jarehd soon knelt down before Salada, his face to the ground as he hung his head in shame and disgrace. "...I'm not even worth being called a Saiyan. Not compared to you. You must have held at least some of your dignity, you probably didn't beg for your life to them. I begged... and grovelled... in an act of shame, and that's how I finally conquered all those planets... before I blew them all to rubble." Jarehd remarked, his tone full of regret and shame as he bowed before Salada.
"So forgive me, Commander... but I just needed to make sure you didn't lose sight of the fact that no matter what happens, you will ALWAYS be above me. No amount of Power Level will change that." Jarehd told her as he raised himself up, closing his eyes as he awaited something. "....Whatever you wish to do to me, Commander... do it. I'm at your mercy." Jarehd explained, as he completely and utterly humbled himself before Salada, because in the end, even in losing Honor and Pride, she kept her dignity by not begging for her life. She stayed true to the Saiyan core, not begging for her life to be spared, at least, that's what Jarehd believed. But he knew that everything he just spoke before his Commander was immediate grounds for her to expel him from the squad. That, in Jarehd's eyes, was the worst of the punishments. He would accept death. He could live with her removing his tail herself. Whatever Salada would do, Jarehd would accept it in full. No rebuttals, no arguments, nothing of the sort.
WC: 1,052 TWC: 6,533
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