T/V/G: Saiyajin

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: Earth -- small, worthless. Teeming with life. Inhabitants weak, technology behind many civilizations. Somehow, the insignificant blue planet turned out to be the platform for strength. Power beyond fathomable barriers, surpassed by a select few of its inhabitants. The world itself just had a strange effect on those who stepped foot on it. From a glance, its meekness appeared to have softened the warriors, and yet it managed to hone their skills and the planet itself was a popular attraction for entities. Truly, there was something remarkable about that place...

Simply put, it was more than fuel for the Tree of Might. It meant more than that now.

For now, though, Earth would be the habitat of Kakarot! or Son Goku, as he was known. He was flying through the skies, a red streak over an ocean of clouds, muttering to himself. "Man, there's been nothing to do lately.. I wonder if King Kai will let me train on his planet! .. wait, would he recognize me me? ... huh..." Goku dives into cloud, cupping his chin in thought... "I guess I should be glad there's nothing big going on..." He comes out of the other side, stopping in midair. "But it's.. soo booriing! - eh? That ki...." That ki... was Tullece! A smile yanked that goofy demeanor over his face and Goku hollered, "Heya Tullece! How's it going?"

[2018/02/24]Lower Class Look: The definite nature of the planet that Tullece took in many, many times over the course of his stretched and at times, bottled life, was something that continued to elude him. It bred tremendous powers, yet kept itself relatively small in the grander scheme of most things. Whether that was due to some sort of celestial luck or otherwise was still up in the air, unlike the plant life that carpeted the ground beneath his boots. Fragile, plentiful, and utterly motionless on their own, the grass that stood tall reminded him all the more of what could be done instead of what should be done.

Maybe it was a small sign of an obsession. Or just a little reminder that there was always a lovely little backdoor option that he could grab the knob of, and twist to achieve a new height in potential. Though what would be the point of obtaining that without even a lick of improvement outside of that boost? What a shame that Kakarot's advice stuck to his brain. It actually made him wary of what use his own improvement would be in the 'regular' scenario! Perhaps Tullece could of pondered more, but that will have to happen another time, for a familiar voice electrifies his eardrums with activity, and sends that surge across his body to prdouce a spinning Saiyan who then faces Goku with his own little greeting.

"...Not surprising in the least. Still, I'm fine Kakarot. How are you?"

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: Kakarot landed groundward. He floated down gently but he landed with a surprisingly loud thud that radiated a waft of power as if he couldn't help it! Goku himself just seemed to have a way to rekindle the life into a scene, didn't he? As the grass, motionless and fragile, moved as a passing breeze of **life** seemed to follow him. Life that is almost contagious on such a kind smile that greets Tullece. He puts palm to his hip and waved happily! "I'm... little bored, but I'm doing great! --" Pause. Blink. GRIN. He leeaaned forward, those large eyes a bizarro world mirror to Tullece's own. "Heeey, you're looking stronger than the last time I saw you! I'm glad! Did ya get yourself a good fight!? You gotta tell me all about it!"

[2018/02/24]Lower Class Look 's chest thumped with a resounding beat of enjoyment at the fact that his own growth was able to be seen. Sure it was a little on the side of throwing out free insight to an enemy, but at the same time, there was nothing truly better than showing off how much has been gained. Actually, friendship might be close to that. But he won't admit a big ole' thing like that out loud! No, no, he'll instead plant his feet a little more firmly and loosen his arms to let a few expressive gestures add an extra spice to what he's going to spout. After all, it might come as a bit of a surprise to the Saiyan! Possibly...

"Indeed I did, Kakarot. It was a battle against a certain elite who has a real big grudge against you. Like many, many others. His tactics were fine for the title he held, but he just couldn't match up to what I put out."

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: "An elite?!" Enemies that Goku could actually remember rolled by in a gallery in Goku's mind. Nappa wasn't one of them, but he wouldn't say a thing. "That sounds like a blast! If you've gotten this much stronger, then that means..." Ohohoho. That grin was as friendly as ever, but when those brows pinch together over it, the incoming sensations of a SAIYAN BATTLE were as clear as the day as a cloud finished its roll over them and the kiss of the sun returned to their faces. "I can't wait to see what you've got, Tullece! You up for a round?" A round... like how Goku was swiveling that musclebound arm around. Even with such casual flexing, there was that subtle agility of a martial artist.

[2018/02/24]Lower Class Look noted the arrival of that look before it even landed. Yup. That Saiyan-blood began to flow and fly across that unbreakable interior, and Tullece's own biology couldn't help but reply in kind. Brows eagerly bunching together with both ends of his lips rising, the full force of it manifests! This might just be a brief bit of sparring, but he'll be damned if he gets clocked as easily as he did last time! Even if he decides to go to that form again! Paying little mind to the sun that sends a respectable highlight across his moving mass, all four of his limbs extend and bend into their prime positions. For the stance he held was the same used against Nappa! Fueled by experience instead of that martial arts mastery, it was an open-handed affair with a wide-chest, wide-standing, and forward look that made sure he'd try to catch anything that came!

"You know, I think I am, Kakarot. Come at me!"

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: There was a general, endearing frankness to Goku's countenance that Tullece had only seen change once. It was a long time ago, during their very first battle, where the Earth-raised Saiyan's expression was urgent and determined. How many eons ago was that now? For Goku, it's been at least a decade-- maybe even two. For Tullece, it might have only been months to a year. There was a difference between them that couldn't be counted. No scouter, no measure...

Goku's pupils shimmer with a respect and observation as Tullece's stance sprawled open. He was less rigid this time, more forward, more confident. That everlasting smile couldn't help but to let some of that deep Saiyan smirkiness slither into view. A sort of second hand pride from seeing someone else's growth...

Goku's own legs bend, swivel his torso to have his flank facing him, and up his ready hand to chin level. That stance... not different from the one last time. He giggled. "You want me to go first?! Alright, I'm gonna give it to ya good! I hope you're ready!" THWOOSH! Dear Kai Kakarot went from Point Away to Point Bellowing over him in a span of a blink! Fists were flying towards Tullece, first a feinting shot to draw his attention to a real elbow thrust to his rib that would be followed by a deep shot to the stomach!

[2018/02/24]Lower Class Look: Psshw! That very same grass that gained an exceptional taste of a life beyond their little placement in the world, was now sprinkling down from above as a sign of what's occurred. Per the ease and position that his stance granted him, Tullece had an array of options to bite into with whatever amount of Saiyan zeal he wished to push out. There was only one way he felt was perfect for the instantaneous rushdown shoved in his direction. It was a move of his own that stunk of simplicity in the face of the clever misdirection Goku brought out. It was... his knee blasted upwards with both of his own arms bending in to protect at his midsection!

Protection had the chance of being shattered, and in the following seconds, the sturdy defense he proudly put up was pushed to its very brink! Even if that knee nestled itself into Goku's physique, the remaining force of his blow would leave that defense crumbling on the singular leg it was situated on! Backwards Tullece fell, right to the floor with the next stage of his plan!

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: Funny how Saiyans just had that way to end up with their joints connecting like that. Was it some sort of formality? Was it a ritual for a pair to trade blows that landed at the same time? Tullece's knee embedding to Goku's stomach and Goku's elbow crashing into Tullece's defense... which as he predicted, would be tested to a shattering point with that one shot, momentum easily pushing back his balance to the only direction it could go: down! Goku fell forward with him. A cracked cry of "NICE ONE!" yelled closely as the two men hover over each other. Good thing talking was always a free action.

[2018/02/24]Lower Class Look: The sign of limbs clashing in the flurry of their blows might just be an action that every two Saiyans will have to do. Or, it's just a sign that the rampant nature of this sparring match was reaching a point that left both contenders on the very tip of their toes! In Tullece's case, the momentum that arrived from gravity's hold, and the direction Kakarot sent his blow in, acted a guiding force for his next set of moves. Acting in a manner similar to a certain bald-headed bastard, Tullece's bulging musculature let itself do the battle-ready twist to send one arm down while another shot backwards and extended out! Like a flying tree-trunk, it didn't bend for a moment as it came flying at Kakarot's side! He was almost like a spinning top with one really hefty blade attached!

This will only work once, for they're about to hit the ground soon...

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: Someone in this scene was at a disadvantage. Not counting the sheer gap in power, the one who ultimately had the best control of this rapid spanning moment was the one who actually held control of the ground-- or in this case, the sky! Goku's ki is like a gentle wave as he hovered over Tullece, whom quickly swerved like a top in a space irredeemably tight. A bold move, but frankly: heavy handed, unrefined, and sloppy. Goku was focused on tugging his own knees towards his core, which in turn turns him a little more upright on time to sideblock that blow as easily as the wind past their scalp lifts their wild hairs. At the same course of action, Goku's leg shot out and pushed off of his fellow doppleganger himself. There was distance between them again---

NOPE NOT WHEN TULLECE IS PEPPERED IN A COUPLE OF TEENSY YELLOW KI BLASTS.
[2018/02/24]Lower Class Look: The hurricane of hammering potential that arrived at Goku's side was eaten up in a flash by a wordless block that clocked Tullece's blow and left his momentum whipping in the other side! All of that speed was intensified by the kick that arrived after, and put the Saiyan on the end of a spin that played on his own senses like nothing else! Ground, sky, ground, sky, green, blue, close, far, IMPACT, NO IMPACT! Barely avoiding the prickly situation of getting a blade of grass in the eye, a gloved a palm shoots out to let its flattened self smooch the ground and act as a thing to balance his final moment! For it takes whatever impact he could of had, and puts his body in a higher spot of locomotion. No more spinning! Only flipping now! Ones that send him gaining all the more distance before a volley of Ki blasts begin to close in on him!

In the midst of a flip, a daring move is made with only a single palm put out to send a returning volley that... misses one. That one remaining blast of Ki snakes out the puff of colliding energy, and pelts him square in the face! After all, he pretty much popped off the moment his sight found itself fixated on that mass!

[2018/02/24]Goku - Xeno: SHWFFF

Not a vibration of air, not a stirring of the greens, not a sound: Goku's ki abruptly disappeared from where it was, and was immediately behind Tullece. Needless to say, the presence of his opponent directly behind him could only be naturally followed by the sequence of IMPACT. The Saiyan's branchy sleeved leg crashing a sweep over Tullece's upper half, and then the rest of the Saiyan himself merciless in following it up--- SHWFFF

He's on the other side! -- KICK!

Man the sky's so nice today maybe it's time for a picnicOMGOKU

KICK AGAIN

Zipping back to the floor where he started, this time his skidding skin and armor leaving a rash behind it. A trail the size of Tullece that would someday make a nice stream the next time it rains. Speaking of rain, like drops of mercy, Goku landed once more, his black boots tapping down and the scarlet cloak in gentle swoooosh despite such.. sheer strength. Once again, Kakarot staring at him with that... painfully kind smile. It was patronizing in it's own way. Encouraging, kind, no hint of malice... yet patronizing. He scratched at his head, that smile's contours curling a little with what looked like a half squint.

"You're tougher than before, alright, but... you're still stiff, Tullece! It's like you're still... thinking too much! I dunno how else to describe it!"

Goku frowned, his brain trying to rack together some sort of reasonable explanation... darn. It was hard. Tullece was a smart guy too, so he'd have to come up with something that would actually make sense! If only Vegeta was here!--- Vegeta's here.

"...Hmph. You didn't tell me you were taking disciples, Kakarot."

Yep. That was the Prince himself. Perhaps never seen by Tullece in person, but since most have seen the King at least once and heard of Vegeta's resemblance to the king, then there was no mistake that that widow's peak and mean face belonged to notoriously dangerous child who was slaughtering Saibamen at a tender age of 5. He was standing there, crossed arms as most Saiyans tended to, looking sturdy. His cold eyes settle to Tullece.

"Heey, Vegeta! Well, I don't see him as a disciple, but I'm definitely trying to help him out! This is Tullece. He's a Saiyan, like us! He used to be a bad guy a long time ago, but he's turned over a new leaf. Just like you, Vegeta!"

"... another Saiyan, huh? Tullece. I don't think I've heard of you. Were you not in the Frieza Force?"

[20:37] Lower Class Look 's pain wasn't all-encompassing. In fact, of the nerves that registered across that differently pigmented body, in all of its identical nature to Kakarot's own, none related to his own cranium weren't explicitly excited. They were just... buzzing, that's all. Funny, that is, never had a true hit to the dome that put him out of commission. Not here, and not before either. Food for thought, that is. It was all centered within the crunched ball that was his stomach, however, and it left the ratcheting rise back onto his feet all the harder. He was getting there, though, without a word out of his lips until he was able to sit up an catch the astounding sight of the man himself.

The Prince of the Saiyans, Vegeta! Just before Kakarot said his name like it was nothing, either! A small thought followed of how astounding this was, but Tullece threw that away into the void of uselessness. For there were bigger things to focus on, like fully righting himself onto his feet with a reply to throw Vegeta's way. Thumping muscles aside, the full height he held was as it should be, the same as Goku's. Hell, all of the similarities that could be present were there, except that attitude that so separated the two of them. How... funny, it all was. "For a time, I was, like all other Low-Class warriors. But after discovering just where I could take my potential, I chose to go further with what I found, and to that end, I started my own crew. The Crusher Corps, if you ever heard of it."

[20:52] Goku - Xeno: "No. Never heard of you."

Ouch. A flat reply and that scowl didn't stir not a bit. It's always depressing how in the grand scheme of things, accomplishments can feel like nothing. All that work, suffering, to fight for his own name and the Prince shrugged it away, it not even earning an actual physical shrug nor anything more than a same scowl that flicked between Goku and Tullece.

"I almost forgot how you Lower Class warriors could look virtually identical. I pity you."
"H-hey, Vegeta! What's wrong with looking like me?"
"Well, aside from having half the galaxy holding a grudge against you..."
"W-what? Grudge against me? What'd I do?!"

Vegeta unwraps his arms. His scowl took direct aim to Tullece now.

"Well, if Kakarot took liking to you then I doubt you are up to anything heinous. That said, if you were, I'd destroy you in an instant. Don't forget that."
"Hey, hey, Vegeetz! No need to be so harsh on him! Don't you remember how you were when you first came to Earth? You were all evil and mean! You tried to take over the Earth! And look at you now, a full on family man!"
"S-Silence, Kakarot! We do not talk about that! .... and besides, unlike you, I wouldn't risk the planet to give chances to villains. Remember what happened with Frieza?"
"Yeah, but Tullece isn't anything like Frieza. He's a Saiyan, just like us, isn't he?"
"... that is correct."

Did that scowl just... soften a tad bit? It felt less like something was being aimed at him, at least! Vegeta's terse lips held back implications of a smile.

"There are not enough of us left in the universe. Classes and our bloodlines mean nothing anymore, all we have left to go on is Saiyan Pride. But, I trust you have that, don't you? Hmph.... You have a mirror image to Kakarot but I can see you are far behind. Tell me, have you broken the Super Saiyan barrier yet?"

[22:21] Lower Class Look: That question. The inadequacy it needled Tullece with was, in simple terms, big. He couldn't let it show completely yet. Oh, no, no, no! He just let his chest heave to its fullest, and brought those legs of his to a still that could stand even the harshest waves. In short, he was playing it cool to cull that sense of weakness. Sure it wasn't a complete thing in the presence of Kakarot, but in the face of the Prince himself, there was a small need, even if it was completely useless by this point, to impress enough into looking like he had enough worth. Maybe it has something to do with his own childhood... or something like that, anyway.

He also seemed to miss that slight, slight implication of a smile that arrived.

Striking the correct cord with his throat, Tullece brought his answer out. "No, I have not. It seems I'm missing the core element to properly achieve it, in one way or another..." Could it be that Pride that he was missing? Or could it be something else? That unknown feeling that strikes him deep, deep down.

[23:06] Goku - Xeno: Oh the INADEQUACY. The WEAKNESS. The sudden loss of confidence that Vegeta felt in the air when he asked that question. That forced attempt to save face. Like watching a child get asked if they did their homework on the hour it was due. It was gut wrenching to Vegeta. Downright insulting. A fact Vegeta didn't hide when that scowl evolved to the mirth of a vicious, unimpressed glare that appeared to make the shorter man LOOM like a mountain. A mountain that had legs that were about ready to step on Tullece.

"You haven't!? Come on, you can't mean to tell me that you haven't ever tried to push yourself past your limits?!"
"Hey, Vegeta, it's not like it was easy for either of us!"
"It wasn't easy because no one had done it before, Kakarot!"
"I know, but it was still pretty intense! It's not easy but..."
"He's about as strong as you were when you transformed! There is NO EXCUSE! .... but..."

Vegeta peered those black pits slowly at Tullece again, whom by that point had been spared of the tirade because Goku had long stolen the Prince's attention. It may have been back now, but thankfully, whatever shame or rage present on the elder Saiyan's face had softened to something more thoughtful...

"You! You were out there alone, weren't you?! Hmph. Of course you're not at your potential. Out there in the galaxy there is hardly any opponents that can match our proud race's mettle! Alright, I will forgive your impudence, but you will rectify this at once!"
"I was gonna teach him, Vegeta! I think we're close, but he just needs to... um... loosen up!"
"Loosen up? Really, Kakarot?!"
"What else do you want me to say, Vegeta?"
"HMPH! Tullece! You're a lucky one to have run into me! Do not doubt Kakarot, he is a fighting genius but as an instructor, he is not befit to teach a Saiyan!"
"H-hey!"
"You are MUCH TOO SOFT, Kakarot! Much too soft! You can train effectively the correct students, but you cannot treat a Saiyan like an Earthling! A Saiyan needs to be given a Saiyan regime!"

The Prince's hand balls up into a mighty, dramatic knuckle that rises to the height of his chest! He takes a mighty pace forward, to completely face Tullece. Goku opens his mouth to say something, but he stops himself... and steps back.

"TULLECE! Listen to me closely, you already know that there are no longer much of us left! It would be a pity if our numbers were to be culled again... but if you cannot survive this,--" survive? --- "then you are already worth as much as you are dead!" Another pace forward. The Saiyan royal once again underwent that LOOMING transformation, the sun's light casting a shadow appropriately long and overwhelming, that spiny hair making his silhouette an appropriate mountain to swallow Tullece's own. It's overpowering like the peak of his voice that trembled straight into the listener's soul!

"I don't know why you hesitate. I do not care why you hesitate. But a Saiyan's pride... is not what they fight for. It's that they fight for it. Whether it be because you're spineless and want to cling to your life; whether it be because you cannot stand the idea of being left behind by your rival; or whether it be because you have something to protect, you must grasp that resolve and you must make it your own! To become a legend, it's going beyond a desire and truly understanding the need! To go beyond a mortal coil, THAT IS WHAT IT MEANS TO SURPASS YOUR LIMITS!"

THROOM! THROOOMCRAACK

Whywasheglowing--

SHRWAAAFFF.

Vegeta... he's gone gold. He's also gone nearer. He's also holding a handful of ki in his hand. Every basic sense screamed at Tullece: DANGER DANGER DANGER.

THWAACKK. If Tullece was wondering if Goku had been holding back... then he got his answer. A shockwave of pure pain that seems to target every organ and squeezed it dry with its one impact. And it was just the fist. Next came another fist. Another. And finally...

"IF YOU SO MUCH AS DARE TO COWER, I WILL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN THINK ABOUT RUNNING! ... NEVERTHELESS, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT FIND THAT POWER. SO FIND THAT POWER, OR AT LEAST DIE WITH SOME PRIDE!"

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHWWWWWWBEAAAM!

Lower Class Look:

A sharp whistle of collecting air came past the gritting teeth that popped onto Tullece's mug without any hint of hesitation. The cruelest training was being thrown at him by just about the most experienced person to have undergone it. Surely, he must have? That little tickle in the back of his low-born mind had the small, pulsing feeling that despite how high his shoulders were going, and how far his legs solidified, that the Saiyan holding a blast to him was just the product of a high-power level and a pampered position that couldn't help but throw him to such a high position.

Even then, it was just a feeling, and not a firm, heart-skipping experience like the encounter that plays out between the two of them. That sends the heart packed behind all of that sinew and battle-tested muscle on a path that it couldn't escape no matter how hard it tried wrestled against the very veins that kept it tethered to that singular spot. Bashing about, it let the nerves meant for heightened ALERT rocket off to every spot possible..

The tips of his toes tingled with that level of NEED. The back of his throat began to feel all the more parched as that saliva was whisked away to serve a better NEED. Even when it came to summoning even more oxygen into those overstuffed lungs, Tullece found that his efforts were hitched by a NEED to do more than just stand there and wait for it to happen.

When it did all come down upon him with the pain that made Slug's voice a cakewalk in comparison, he could only throw out the stiff reply of "Unngh!" and "Ah!" as it all rained down with even more blows. Eating the knuckles that brought the elastic nature of his armor to its very limits with their bare, restricted impact alone, the voice that yelled in his head was now blaring out commands!

Short, simple, commands. The sort that any Saiyan worth their salt would be hearing at time like this where their chest was currently being turned into lunchmeat. Like "GET OUT!' or "HIT BACK!" The latter was reciprocated in attempts by Tullece, who flung his arms forward with a speed currently outweighing his thought processes due to their instinctual locomoion. It was only too bad that they were stuffed by the very arms that catapulted another ball of pain into his mid-section. To him, this was starting to become all the more hopeless, and that... that was too much.

Just as the motivating energy that crackled within Vegeta's palm was. In the short span of time before that erupted, the center of Tullece edged all the closer towards the other Saiyan with a streak of interior fire bringing his expression to an all the more sharpened state. There wasn't a hint of anything BUT TRY on those pearly whites, and the nearly identical eyes that lay above them. But how could he?! He was outgunned, outmatched, and most important of all... OUTCLASSED.

With a simpler view of things, and the fullest meat of the Saiyan mindset, this very situation could be considered the right course of events, no matter what the hell he thought. But, it just couldn't. Just like that little tickle in the back of his neck, there was the thought that this was all some galactic sham-job intent on proving the fact that he was the one to actually come out on top. And, for the sliver of seconds that lasted, he munched into that juicy nugget of hope, and let it all run down his throat.

It's juices were remarkably inspiring. Like, to an astounding degree. They clouded his movements in a sheen of speed that made the arm that arrived to intercept that beam nothing more than a vibrating limb that found itself highlighted in a glaze of yellow! One that wavered and rose to the point that it intensified all across his form. Pupils merely a memory now in the white that took up all of his eyes, it looked as if his own hair was afflicted, with the reflected light off of that lemon-wave bringing about a red hue to his free-flowing mane. Just WHAT had Tullece now acheived?

Not even the ground beneath him could contain the mere magnificence of he form that made it all seem so fluid, and yet... so ERRATIC at the same time, for as penance for the power boosted, the lunge that occurred afterwards was a wild mess of thrown arms and flying kicks! They all went forward with the speed to tear the flesh of lesser creatures without a hint of remorse, or regret. Alas, to the wall of VEGETA, they hit and pelted until his knuckles ached from the energy expelled in attempting to get a hit on the Prince!

Why, even the power boost associated with that sheen of yellow began to die down, and down as the breaths that trailed out of Tullece himself began to get all the more hoarse. For what purpose could a boost like that come out for, if it was to be thrown aside so... so quickly? With what little of it left, he launched one, final PUUUUUUUUNCH!

Wham!

That didn't land at all.