The Saiyan People
27-06-2008, 19:38
Planet A-77 B2 | Sale Status: Buyer Pending
The world was like many others: round and within a tolerable distance of a local star. Its great oceans and continents covered its surface like a jigsaw puzzle. Sprawling cities built into the landscape in great sink holes covered the ground like Swiss cheese. Lush forests covered the rims of the cities highest tier. Large fountains and monolithic statues made with excellent taste were placed around in pleasing sequences. Over all it was a peaceful planet.
A planet that an intergalactic buyer wanted.
One of the indigenous people, a male, ran through a white flagstone courtyard. Fear was etched into every line on his face. Sweat poured down from the gills at his throat and his large ostridge-egg sized eyes were bloodshot and wider than normal, a deep haunted look of a man who knew his end was near lying in their depths. He crossed under an arch way and glanced back just in time to see one of the massive white stone statues in the center of the courtyard exploded with a bright flash of light, pieces flying in all directions or simply turning into dust. Shrieking in terror he looked away and ran harder.
He was just around a corner when he rammed face first into something hard. Even as he flailed back, hands shooting to his face, he knew he hadn’t run into a wall. It was the wrong surface feel of his home’s wall surface. This surface was much smoother, and segmented, like armour. He glanced up and gasped to see the warrior he’d been trying to escape from. The barbarian was grinning down at him, a full head and a half taller, wearing Saiyan armour and a green-tinted monocle device over one eye. The small black-bearded mouth came closer as he leaned forward and smirked inches from the indigenous male’s face.
“Thought you could run away, eh fish face?” the warrior said.
“N-N-No-,”
“Or maybe you thought that you could outsmart me by hiding somewhere?” the warrior continued. He tapped the monocle device attached to the side of his head, covering his ear. “Impossible on both counts fish face, because thanks to this little Scouter I can find you no matter where you hide. Hahaha!”
“Ranthus, stop playing with it and hurry up. We’ve got one last continent to destroy and you’re keeping us off schedule,” roared a voice above and behind the fish man. He turned to see the other of the invading barbarian warriors hovering above him. A long brown tail was wrapped around his waste, just like the warrior in front of him. The one above however had different hair and armour.
“Hear that fish face?” the man turned back to find the warrior holding up his empty palm right at him. “That means we can’t play anymore. Maybe in the next dimension you can have fun! Ha!” With a blinding flash of light, an energy beam erupted from the warrior’s palm and engulfed the fish-like being. He had a moment to wail in a mixture of pain, surprise, and fear before he turned into nothing but a black shadow stain on the white flagstone floor.
The warrior, Ranthus ( http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Saiyans/vegas__brother_of_the_king_by_aless.jpg), chuckled and mockingly wiped his hands together as if dusting off unwanted particles of the deceased. He glared up at his long time partner and fellow Saiyan warrior.
“Kaidon you always ruin my fun, don’t you?” Ranthus said, letting a bit of sullenness enter his tone.
“Have to keep you on the straight and narrow path,” grinned Kaidon ( http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Saiyans/Till__father_of_bardock_by_alessand.jpg) at his friend and comrade. “Now come on. If we don’t have this planet cleaned by 2100 hours, Commander Matsuka is going to have our tails for dinner.”
“Yea, yea,” grumbled Ranthus. He shifted his power with his mind and rose up off the ground, coming to hover at the same height as Kaidon. Both of them clicked a small button on the side of their Scouters and watched as the numbers crunched and the small, miraculous machine went about its business. Within a minute the Scouters picked up on a large life energy source a hundred or so more miles away to their East.
“Easy as taking candy from a Tangern,” Ranthus said. He looked over at Kaidon. “Let me handle this last one. I’m wanting to warm up a little before we get done with the miserable rock.”
Kaidon sighed. “Fine, do as you please. Just let me warn you that if you damage the planet too much, the buyers will want their money back. So keep collateral to a low. Ok?”
“No problem,” he grinned. “Hey, it’s me you’re talking to here.”
“I know, and that’s why I’m saying that,” Kaidon replied. He turned to go in the opposite direction. “I’ll wait by the pods. Get done so we can get home and grab a few pints.” With a smile and a burst of energy Ranthus shot off like a rocket through the air and out of the gigantic sink-hole city. He flew over the country side like a man with wings, but instead of wings he had his own innate power, the power innate in all Saiyan warriors on one level or another.
He spun between pillars, the backwash of his passing throwing the pillars to the ground like straw. With tight turns he brushed past the monolithic statues and spurts of water that covered the surface of the burnt out shells of cities that he traveled over. In less than five minutes he had traveled the full one hundred miles and stopped mid-air to assess the area. He turned his Scouter on again the get a fix. “Come on you confounded, sniveling worm. Come out of hiding…ah, there you are.” With a final beep the Scouter pointed him down to the bottom of a nearby city sink-hole. He had been expecting hundreds of people running in fear and scrambling for safety. Instead all he found was one puffed up fish creature that looked like he had a bone to pick with Ranthus. Unlike the others of his race which was short and seemed overly thin, he was heavily muscular and was nearly as tall as Ranthus.
“Spoiling for trouble are we?” Ranthus mocked. He touched down in front of the waiting fish man and planted his feet firmly apart and cross his arms over his chest, his head to one side in a mock face of surprise. “Seems like you think you can hurt me, is that right fish face?”
“You have trespassed upon our sacred land. You must die!” With a sudden burst of air, the fish like creature raised its energy and threw up his hands. Two glowing balls of yellow energy appeared between his clenched fingers and with a guttural roar they sprang forward and impacted where Ranthus stood. The ground was turned to rubble and dust rose.
The fish-man breathed in raggedly, but a smiled stretched across his thin piscine features. His arms trembled as he brought them back down by his sides. It had taken nearly all his energy to get rid of that filthy –
The dust settled from the blast and a shadow appeared from its murky depths. The Saiyan warrior stood in front of him, hands on hips, looking at him with a smile. There was not a single scratch on him. Not even his armour was singed or cracked. He was completely and horrifyingly alive and unharmed. The fish man clenched his jaws together in anger. How had he failed? The monocle device at the side of the warrior’s head beeped a final time.
“Power level at only 1,000 and you expect that to hurt me?” Ranthus lifted his head back and roared with laughter. It burst out of him like a volcano. Shaking still from the mirth he glanced down at the now trembling fish man. “You should have run when you had the chance…then again it wouldn’t have done you much good anyway.”
Suddenly the warrior disappeared in a flash. The fish man had bear moments to wonder before a strong, muscle taut knee cap barreled into his stomach. His arms and lower legs were thrown forward violently as his stomach and middle spine were involuntarily crushed backwards. Breathe, saliva, blood and probably other things erupted from his mouth. His eyes felt like they were being thrown out of his head. As fast as the knee had appeared in his gut, he was thrown across the courtyard like a bullet. His body crashed through five different statues, destroyed a fountain head, and exploded into the side of the sinkhole wall, creating a crater. He looked up, barely able to lift his head, as the Saiyan warrior approached.
“This is what happens fish face, when you try to put one over a Saiyan.” With a sadistic laugh the warrior raised his hand, palm facing the fish man. “Now go rest in the next dimension.”
“N-Noooo-,” the fish man wailed.
A great golden beam of energy speared out from Ranthus’ palm and crashed into the crater and the creature stuck inside it. It was only a bare second or two before he was entirely eliminated, all scraps of his being burnt and flashed into the other world faster than if he’d gotten a ticket on the express train. The entire wall of the sinkhole cracked from the impact, a dark jagged line reaching up the wall. With a satisfied grunt Ranthus turned his back and checked his Scouter again. There were more fish to catch in the fish bowl.
* - * - * - * - * - *
An hour later Ranthus glided down to land next to the identical impact craters where Kaidon’s and his Saiyan pods had landed when they first reached the planet earlier that morning. He found Kaidon sitting down in front of his, a blanket laid out and a huge mass of local food stuffs laid about in front of him. He was eagerly gulfing it back with gusto and a short half-barrel of Saiyan Meade was sitting next to him, almost empty.
“You couldn’t wait for me you fat pig,” Ranthus sighed.
“Nope,” Kaidon said while biting a chunk of meat off of a long white bone. “Already sent the report back to headquarters anyway, so no worries. Commander Matsuka said he was pleased.”
“He’d better be,” grumbled Ranthus as he sat down in front of Kaidon. “I didn’t dirty my new uniform and armour for nothing.”
Attention to all nations! I am King Corich of the Saiyan Principality. This message is an open invitation for all those interested in the purchasing of a planet with its natural resources, infrastructure, and even housing mostly intact for your plundering pleasure. Potential buyers should be made aware that this offer stands open for the next week. The auction will take place on the planet itself, coordinates are attached to this message, in two standard cycles.
-Signed,
King Corich
The world was like many others: round and within a tolerable distance of a local star. Its great oceans and continents covered its surface like a jigsaw puzzle. Sprawling cities built into the landscape in great sink holes covered the ground like Swiss cheese. Lush forests covered the rims of the cities highest tier. Large fountains and monolithic statues made with excellent taste were placed around in pleasing sequences. Over all it was a peaceful planet.
A planet that an intergalactic buyer wanted.
One of the indigenous people, a male, ran through a white flagstone courtyard. Fear was etched into every line on his face. Sweat poured down from the gills at his throat and his large ostridge-egg sized eyes were bloodshot and wider than normal, a deep haunted look of a man who knew his end was near lying in their depths. He crossed under an arch way and glanced back just in time to see one of the massive white stone statues in the center of the courtyard exploded with a bright flash of light, pieces flying in all directions or simply turning into dust. Shrieking in terror he looked away and ran harder.
He was just around a corner when he rammed face first into something hard. Even as he flailed back, hands shooting to his face, he knew he hadn’t run into a wall. It was the wrong surface feel of his home’s wall surface. This surface was much smoother, and segmented, like armour. He glanced up and gasped to see the warrior he’d been trying to escape from. The barbarian was grinning down at him, a full head and a half taller, wearing Saiyan armour and a green-tinted monocle device over one eye. The small black-bearded mouth came closer as he leaned forward and smirked inches from the indigenous male’s face.
“Thought you could run away, eh fish face?” the warrior said.
“N-N-No-,”
“Or maybe you thought that you could outsmart me by hiding somewhere?” the warrior continued. He tapped the monocle device attached to the side of his head, covering his ear. “Impossible on both counts fish face, because thanks to this little Scouter I can find you no matter where you hide. Hahaha!”
“Ranthus, stop playing with it and hurry up. We’ve got one last continent to destroy and you’re keeping us off schedule,” roared a voice above and behind the fish man. He turned to see the other of the invading barbarian warriors hovering above him. A long brown tail was wrapped around his waste, just like the warrior in front of him. The one above however had different hair and armour.
“Hear that fish face?” the man turned back to find the warrior holding up his empty palm right at him. “That means we can’t play anymore. Maybe in the next dimension you can have fun! Ha!” With a blinding flash of light, an energy beam erupted from the warrior’s palm and engulfed the fish-like being. He had a moment to wail in a mixture of pain, surprise, and fear before he turned into nothing but a black shadow stain on the white flagstone floor.
The warrior, Ranthus ( http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Saiyans/vegas__brother_of_the_king_by_aless.jpg), chuckled and mockingly wiped his hands together as if dusting off unwanted particles of the deceased. He glared up at his long time partner and fellow Saiyan warrior.
“Kaidon you always ruin my fun, don’t you?” Ranthus said, letting a bit of sullenness enter his tone.
“Have to keep you on the straight and narrow path,” grinned Kaidon ( http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Saiyans/Till__father_of_bardock_by_alessand.jpg) at his friend and comrade. “Now come on. If we don’t have this planet cleaned by 2100 hours, Commander Matsuka is going to have our tails for dinner.”
“Yea, yea,” grumbled Ranthus. He shifted his power with his mind and rose up off the ground, coming to hover at the same height as Kaidon. Both of them clicked a small button on the side of their Scouters and watched as the numbers crunched and the small, miraculous machine went about its business. Within a minute the Scouters picked up on a large life energy source a hundred or so more miles away to their East.
“Easy as taking candy from a Tangern,” Ranthus said. He looked over at Kaidon. “Let me handle this last one. I’m wanting to warm up a little before we get done with the miserable rock.”
Kaidon sighed. “Fine, do as you please. Just let me warn you that if you damage the planet too much, the buyers will want their money back. So keep collateral to a low. Ok?”
“No problem,” he grinned. “Hey, it’s me you’re talking to here.”
“I know, and that’s why I’m saying that,” Kaidon replied. He turned to go in the opposite direction. “I’ll wait by the pods. Get done so we can get home and grab a few pints.” With a smile and a burst of energy Ranthus shot off like a rocket through the air and out of the gigantic sink-hole city. He flew over the country side like a man with wings, but instead of wings he had his own innate power, the power innate in all Saiyan warriors on one level or another.
He spun between pillars, the backwash of his passing throwing the pillars to the ground like straw. With tight turns he brushed past the monolithic statues and spurts of water that covered the surface of the burnt out shells of cities that he traveled over. In less than five minutes he had traveled the full one hundred miles and stopped mid-air to assess the area. He turned his Scouter on again the get a fix. “Come on you confounded, sniveling worm. Come out of hiding…ah, there you are.” With a final beep the Scouter pointed him down to the bottom of a nearby city sink-hole. He had been expecting hundreds of people running in fear and scrambling for safety. Instead all he found was one puffed up fish creature that looked like he had a bone to pick with Ranthus. Unlike the others of his race which was short and seemed overly thin, he was heavily muscular and was nearly as tall as Ranthus.
“Spoiling for trouble are we?” Ranthus mocked. He touched down in front of the waiting fish man and planted his feet firmly apart and cross his arms over his chest, his head to one side in a mock face of surprise. “Seems like you think you can hurt me, is that right fish face?”
“You have trespassed upon our sacred land. You must die!” With a sudden burst of air, the fish like creature raised its energy and threw up his hands. Two glowing balls of yellow energy appeared between his clenched fingers and with a guttural roar they sprang forward and impacted where Ranthus stood. The ground was turned to rubble and dust rose.
The fish-man breathed in raggedly, but a smiled stretched across his thin piscine features. His arms trembled as he brought them back down by his sides. It had taken nearly all his energy to get rid of that filthy –
The dust settled from the blast and a shadow appeared from its murky depths. The Saiyan warrior stood in front of him, hands on hips, looking at him with a smile. There was not a single scratch on him. Not even his armour was singed or cracked. He was completely and horrifyingly alive and unharmed. The fish man clenched his jaws together in anger. How had he failed? The monocle device at the side of the warrior’s head beeped a final time.
“Power level at only 1,000 and you expect that to hurt me?” Ranthus lifted his head back and roared with laughter. It burst out of him like a volcano. Shaking still from the mirth he glanced down at the now trembling fish man. “You should have run when you had the chance…then again it wouldn’t have done you much good anyway.”
Suddenly the warrior disappeared in a flash. The fish man had bear moments to wonder before a strong, muscle taut knee cap barreled into his stomach. His arms and lower legs were thrown forward violently as his stomach and middle spine were involuntarily crushed backwards. Breathe, saliva, blood and probably other things erupted from his mouth. His eyes felt like they were being thrown out of his head. As fast as the knee had appeared in his gut, he was thrown across the courtyard like a bullet. His body crashed through five different statues, destroyed a fountain head, and exploded into the side of the sinkhole wall, creating a crater. He looked up, barely able to lift his head, as the Saiyan warrior approached.
“This is what happens fish face, when you try to put one over a Saiyan.” With a sadistic laugh the warrior raised his hand, palm facing the fish man. “Now go rest in the next dimension.”
“N-Noooo-,” the fish man wailed.
A great golden beam of energy speared out from Ranthus’ palm and crashed into the crater and the creature stuck inside it. It was only a bare second or two before he was entirely eliminated, all scraps of his being burnt and flashed into the other world faster than if he’d gotten a ticket on the express train. The entire wall of the sinkhole cracked from the impact, a dark jagged line reaching up the wall. With a satisfied grunt Ranthus turned his back and checked his Scouter again. There were more fish to catch in the fish bowl.
* - * - * - * - * - *
An hour later Ranthus glided down to land next to the identical impact craters where Kaidon’s and his Saiyan pods had landed when they first reached the planet earlier that morning. He found Kaidon sitting down in front of his, a blanket laid out and a huge mass of local food stuffs laid about in front of him. He was eagerly gulfing it back with gusto and a short half-barrel of Saiyan Meade was sitting next to him, almost empty.
“You couldn’t wait for me you fat pig,” Ranthus sighed.
“Nope,” Kaidon said while biting a chunk of meat off of a long white bone. “Already sent the report back to headquarters anyway, so no worries. Commander Matsuka said he was pleased.”
“He’d better be,” grumbled Ranthus as he sat down in front of Kaidon. “I didn’t dirty my new uniform and armour for nothing.”
Attention to all nations! I am King Corich of the Saiyan Principality. This message is an open invitation for all those interested in the purchasing of a planet with its natural resources, infrastructure, and even housing mostly intact for your plundering pleasure. Potential buyers should be made aware that this offer stands open for the next week. The auction will take place on the planet itself, coordinates are attached to this message, in two standard cycles.
-Signed,
King Corich