LSSJ RPPP

Name: Okaru
Race: Legendary Saiyan
Key: Salagir



“Wait…” a child's voice said in the darkness “Tell me a story”.

“What type of story?” a rough,and cold voice croaked in the darkness replied to the boy as a dry hard cough filled the room.

“I don’t know, tell me about the huge crater in Sadala, or I have another….” the young boys said in a shaky manner

*the old man lights candles in a run down small hut with brown fur stained with blood on the floor*

“Tell me again Pa, the story from yesterday,” a young boy says gripping the fur as he stares as above into the barely lit face of a man with charred skin and a scar on the right side of his.

“Why would you want to hear that story again?” the man asked the meek child on the floor his eyebrows raising

He looked up before looking down to the covers to his small hands, they were covered in dirt, but not one scratch on them.

“I...I..want to be strong, I just don’t know how. The man in the story was stronger than everyone”.

“He was strong Callio and you are too. Saiyans are warriors Callio but we’re not all brutes, that is not your path, but I’ll tell you a different story one that will you teach to beware of strength” he said before coughing up his lungs “Long ago…”

Many years ago on planet Saladala

“Terces! Terces! Terces!” a crowd of scarred warriors screamed with vigor as a gate giant gate opened and a small, frail, and bruised man walked out. Shackles were held on his wrist with glowing green jewels on them till they fell off denting the ground below them. The crowd filled with joy as he looked up and tears fell down his eyes. He grabbed at his neck feeling his collar still attached he pulled at it attempting to break its hold on him. His anger increased a green hue began to engulf his body, but he didn’t possess the strength to break his chains, not yet....

“Haahha! That’s the spirit Terces, get angry! Become the warrior we all know you to be, use your strength!” he said laughing as he waved his hand.

“I don't want to kill please sire I beg of you, not aga-” he pleaded as electricity began to shock his neck, the smell of searing flesh burning his nose as he ground his teeth. He stared at the ground his vision blurring as he felt his life slipping from him, as if it was covered in ice. He tilted his head up once more to get a view of the people who caused him so much pain; his head circled the arena until it stopped on one person, The King, his pupils began to fade; suddenly a hue of green flames began to shine a light on the arena as he as he screamed in utter agony.

The King released his hold on the collar a smile on his face. “Now fight for us! You may look frail Terces but we all know of your capabilities…” he said laughing, the crowd following him.

Yet Terces didn’t stop screaming and you could not see him at the moment through the smoke now filling the arena. “<Something's not right…>” The King thought to himself. His wails seemingly corresponding with his increase in power as the seats that the tailed warriors sat in began to shake from the pressure that his power brought. The screaming only got louder and the walls began to crack. Everyone's face looked like as someone had sucked the life out of them and yet no one made a move as the screaming continued and then silence.

Everyone looked in horror almost shaking staring at the arena filled with flames before a huge gust of wind hit everyone in the area causing many to be blown backward out of their seats and them all to close their eyes, the King lifted his arm to provide extra cover, whilst planting his feet to keep his seat. When the wind had finally subsided, he lowered his arm and stared at a being with greenish yellow spiked hair looking staring directly at him. He was at least ten feet tall, and a five hundred pounds of pure muscle. The King stared in awe at the being wonder what had just happened, he looked at the collar around his neck, the green gem that had been shattered, then his green tail and gulped, before he spoke.

“That's the spirit Terces, bring out the traitors!” the King yelled with empty joy whilst throwing his arms up, as the crowd sat in utter silence.

“Bring them…BRING THEM ALL!” a chilling deep screamed before laughter filled the whole arena and Terces power began to spike once more a gargantuan green aura flowed around him engulfing his massive body as an even larger gust of wind filled the area before it blew away the whole arena. Terces looked around a grin from ear to ear on his face as lifted himself into the air looking around at the limbs and blood splattered around simply from his release of power, and the elite Saiyans who moaned and cried in pain as their broken bodies laid there, almost been fatally injured by just his release of power.

“Weaklings all of you!” he said as he lifted his hand above his head spreading it open before a giant green ball of energy formed above it.

“TERCES NO!” a young man with black hair screamed looking above at his son.

“You’ll kill us all Terces! You’ll kill your entire race and family!” he pleaded with the massive Saiyan

“What have any of you done for me?” Terces said still smiling as he looked over all the injured and dead Saiyans that lied below him “Have me kill or be killed for fun? Have me exiled because of strength I refused to use, well I use it now” he said as his psychotic laughter could be heard for miles. He closed his hand and the giant green ball seemed to disappear, the Saiyans and his father sighed with relief, but never took their eyes off of him.

Terces surveyed the area before spotting the king impaled by a metal bar and removing it from his side.

“My King, you gifted me with those presents, here is my gift to you….” he said laughing as opened his palm and a small green energy ball flew over to him, it lowered itself down far enough to stop right in his face before detonating creating a huge explosion. However, before it could even get too far Terces appeared in front of his father and kicked him on the right side of his face sending him flying back.

“Live with it old fool” Terces said laughing as the explosion engulfed him, and almost engulfed his father before, fading away….

In the rubble and dust-covered area, a charred black body was crawling over to another, he used his last bit of strength to lift his arm and rubs its cheek

"I am sorry I let this happen, my son..." he said in a voice that sounded like death itself as tears ran down his face, before he fell out from injuries.

Minutes later more Saiyans from the main village made their way to the arena their eyes filled with horror as they examined the charred bodies searching for survivors.

"HE'S ALIVE!" one of them yelled picking up the charred man, his very skin falling from his body looking like burnt leather.

"Bring him to the healing tent, we'll have to question him" a more noble looking Saiyan spoke, she a wore a cape and armor, she looked intensely at the blackened Saiyan.

"Destroy the bodies, I want no other proof of whatever happened here" she said in a stern voice looking at the Saiyans in furs as they began to do as she ordered.

“Wow, Di-did that really happen Pa? Who was the man? ” Callio said looking up at his grandfather with curiosity in his eyes.

The man with black scarred skin just looked down before rubbing the side of his face, as his eyes filled with fear a single tear running down the scarred right side of his face.

“The man he's, No-no. It’s just an old Saiyans tale, one to explain the crater and give fire to that silly Super Saiyan legend. I was there when the prisoners' arena blew up it was a meteor nothing more or less, but it’s been so many years since then and all but me who survived are dead.” the man said as tears began to flow to down his face, he rubbed his grandsons face before yanking his own hand away

“Tsk, how foolish of me you’re already soft. Just like your father he never wanted to fight” he said sneering

“I-i will fight..I won't be like my dad..” the boy said his voice cracking as he attempted to sound tough

"Your father was an abnormal man yes, he was the strongest yet most gentle warrior. At least he desired to be, I wish he desired to fight the right people then he would still be with us, and we wouldn't be in this rundown quarters" he spoke with regret and resentment, before coughing up blood.

“Fight my child...but never become a brute or engulfed in your power…” he said as he grabbed his cane and used it to get to his feet.

“I won’t if I ever become a Super Saiyan I’ll use it to help the empire…” the boy said in a more cheerful voice.

“I pray you never do, it’s just a tale anyways” he said never turning to the child as he blew out the candles engulfing them in darkness once more...