(OOC: This topic is just made by friends who are trying to just have fun. No plans on the site coming back are up yet)
It was a dark night. The times have went by. Quemon had strengthened himself enough to survive some general attacks from stupid sayians. As he looked he could see Earth in the distance. He hadn't thought of anyone sense the day he left except for Wolf.... He made a deal. But no deal would ever control him.
He stood a king which he never would have expected. His army was weakened from the attack... He lost track how long its been sense Ynrabs death. But he hadn't fucked with anyone sense that point.
Quemon nowadays wore king armor with a cape a crown and the full deal. But as he looked at the wall of kings he knew he was expendable. So he had to stay strong or die.
But other then most sayian kings Quemon didn't go after the strongest person. Never has and never will.
Quemon never planned on getting anyone from his past. But no shocker when he became king his father started coming outta the woodwork asking for money. And he would not be shocked who else would come up... Maybe a 'Dear old friend' or Azeal to come talk to him how he should change.
But as of now he sat as King ready for anything continuing gathering and fixing what had been lost by recent war.
Sythius just appeared, in orbit around New Vegeta. He turned his head around, scoping out his surroundings in every direction he could, like the girl from the Exorcist. He was surrounded in black, spotless nothingness. Space. "What?" He thought. His brain chugged along like a train on rail, synapses firing off like fireworks. It was pointless. He had no recollection of what came before the last second. What was more bizarre was that he could feel a sense of... something. Like something was stitching him together by the second. It wasn't painful. Not by any means. It felt... joyful? It felt like something (some kind of benevolent entity, perhaps?) was crafting his soul from a bunch of mismatched pieces of yarn, threading his spirit with pure love.
He cocked his head, swift and quick downward. His citrine eyes focused, but quickly grew in shock, terror, and curiosity. His torso did not exist. He tried to scream but nothing came out. Almost immediately, in a second--less than a second, really-- he felt a euphoric sensation bless his entire being. It was like some kind of divinity was giving a pat on the head, as if to say "There, there. It will be okay, my sweet child."
In that second he felt like something truly understood him deeper than anything ever could. He would remember this sensation for eternity.
He watched as piece by piece of him just appeared as a part of him. At one point there would be empty space, and the next moment a few scales of flesh would be added to him. Time seemed to dilate, every wondrous second passing by slower and slower but at the same time, he was growing quicker. Within what felt like more than a few lifetimes, but had to of been a few seconds, he was whole.
He flexed his arms. His muscular plates of thick keratin bulged. With every flex they seemed to grow slightly larger. They felt like magnets were whirling around in every single muscle. He instinctively knew what this was. This was ki.
Images flashed into his mind. Pure information burst into his brain. It was a pleasant sensation, but the sheer intensity was enough that it wasn't something that he would ever want again. He knew that with this ki, he could control his body quicker, and with more power than he could through his physiological framework. More than that, he could detach and manipulate his limbs in this way, without any form of neural connection. More pictures, of him generating new versions of his limbs crossed through his mind. That would be useful, he thought.
He must have been being protected by some kind of otherworldly force, otherwise he would have been being harmed by his current whereabouts.
Quemon still being in the Vegeta castle could have tried to sense Sytherius he still wouldn't identify him. Sytherius being mixed with even more DNA from other people would cause his sense to be like Cells from DBZ. He was so mixed he would sense so many weird senses it would be weird.
But Quemon wasn't one to notice small things like that as well. Not from that distance. Not with his PL he would have. It might be high but probably around his own. And with all the other sayians near him as well it was impossible for Quemon to sense him.
But Sytherius was noticed... From the atmosphere you should be able to sense a ship. Based on how well your vision works you would notice a pirate ship. If Sytherius knew anything about space pirates (Or any pirates) he should be able to tell what it is. And might be able to tell the flag. (But very unlikely).
From the ship there was defiantly drunken sayians riding looking for someone to rob or looking for more likely a destroyed ship around him seeing hes floating in space and came from nowhere.
A big flying thing came at the lizard. A tinge of fear and anxiety poked at the him. He couldn't quite see the spaceship from the distance, but he could sense that there were several large 'somethings' coming from the thing. The word "rock" came to mind. The word felt familiar, and anxious. His furrowed his would-be-eyebrows. 'What is this 'rock'?' he thought. He didn't really know. It felt like this Rock was some kind of enemy, like some kind of hunter that had preyed upon him in the past.
"No!" he roared. "I am not prey!" He'd just been born into bliss. It would not be stolen from him. His fangs smacked together like a child shoving the square peg into the correctly shaped hole forcefully. He grunted audibly, and his arms shot up in front of his torso and crossed together. A white shapeless, glowing cloak of 'stuff' burst through Sythius' body and permeated through the space surrounding him.
He roared again, and launched himself through the air at this "Rock" howling like a mad man. Luckily for him, whatever architect created him saw fit to protect him from the lack of oxygen and extreme pressure around him.
As Sytherius screamed "I am not prey!" they planned to shoot at him a harpoon expecting him to run away... And they were right he ran.... Right at them. He didn't shoot himself to fast but it was space. So not like the ship could dodge as he broke threw it. As he broke threw the ship you might be able to notice some of the objects and things you broke threw including but not limited to ; The front of the ship, walls, a bunk bed, a person, a dresser and lastly a motor before you broke threw the outside of the ship. Seeing its space it would be very hard to stop yourself immediately when your not use to it.
When you reach the other side some of the people on the ship send more harpoons after you.
If the Harpoons failed to catch 2 men of the ship would jump overboard and try to fight you.
If the Harpoons worked Sytherius might notice something new about these objects... There ki based... Very weak ki based but still having ki based items was very very rare before and makes it that much harder to fight them.
A ki harpoon sliced through the air as it traveled towards him. The bright colored weapon shined throughout the area. If it wasn't so bright, the lizard's eyes wouldn't have caught sight of it. Stars sparkled in his eyes, as they focused in on the glowing spear. His arms shot up in front of his head, and he did what came naturally.
A bright, faint ball of green ki faded into existence. It was "empty", just a shell that didn't contain anything specific. It burned softly in his hands, and he tried to fill it with the same 'something' that surrounded him. His aura surged forward. The ball was a vortex, consuming some of his cloak into the sphere. It absorbed energy continuously, and very hastily until Sythius couldn't close his hands together.
'Go' he told it with his mind. 'Hit the harpoon'.
The ball blasted out of his hands, and blew up on the spear, obliterating it.
He crashed into the ship, and went through it. He grabbed the guy he crashed into, looked at him, and studied his facial features. 'This is a 'person'?' he thought. As he was looking at the dude he still kept going, and the dude crashed into the motor, and took all the damage Sythius would have taken. He had no idea what the moral consequences of his actions were. He didn't understand what a living person was, or that this guy felt pain. The dude got hit by the two harpoons and died.
As the spear came forward Sytherius seemed to make a sphere. Many guessed it was an offhand ki blast from an alien which is why it looked very different from the general people that could use ki.
That was until he threw said sphere at the harpoon. As it hit the blaster shell would explode hitting everything within a 1 mile radius. (OOC:I think its 1 mile Gotta double check that) and it would destroy the Harpoon BUT Sytherius own blaster shell would hit himself which would do significantly less damage then the harpoon would have done but defiantly caused a delay.
And with the distance it hits, it will hit the ship and just decimate it.
It would infact cause huge holes and gaps to be seen destroying over half the ship. Many of the harpoons on the ship that were left were floating in space or hanging off the ship or were unreachable by the crew with the damages done. It didn't help some of the weaker among the crew were knocked off the ship.
From Sytherius view he could defiantly notice that he even killed a child sayian just working on the ship. But again they're sayians. So not like anyone on the ship cared.
Sytherius would then try to rush over as the captain would stand infront and try to slash Sytherius quickly. Trying to damage him. The captain looked like he stitched up a uniform, was wearing a face/mask of somebody else and just smelled terrible. But he was trained to fight well compared to many of the others. There was a reason he was the captain.
If Sytherius knew anything about Rens old crew he would notice the face he is wearing is Rens Mothers. And she was ugly enough as is... now seeing another wearing her face YUCK!
The fiery ki enveloped the ship, along with Sythius himself. The blazing energy scorched down his body, burning a some of his scales into an ashy color.
His arms throbbed with pain. While he hurt, the damage wasn't severe. He would be okay. He had to eliminate this threat.
Through all this annihilation, the feeling of oneness, of euphoria and love faded a bit. It was still present, but it wasn't as strong as it once was. Sythius did not notice. He was too wrapped up in the carnage.
"Fuck yeah!" he yelled, but he didn't really understand the words. He blitzed into one of the holes in the ship.
Out of nowhere, something lashed out at the lizard. Some kind of sharp instrument poked him in the side, breaking through through the first layer of his scales. Whatever it was, it was stuck.
"The hell?" he blurted. On reflex, he attemped to grab the crazy person's arm and dig in with his claws.
The guy hit with his sword would but it would break from the impact. The Captain was about 1/2 Sytherius's PL. When Sytherius grabbed the Captain and dragged him forward using force. Sytherius's claw made The Captain drop the sword. Which usually would have hit the ground. But instead... It floated... because they were in space.
Sytherius may notice a little blood on the remains of the sword that floated. It was his own...
As Sytherius claws dug into the Captains arm he said "Ouch... please you don't understand my family..." trying to make the lizard feel for him. Show mercy.
But like all sayians the Captain just needed a reason to sneak closer to his gun. The captain would try to headbutt the lizard and shoot him. It might take a second to notice. But the gun was no ordinary gun.
The gun the captain had was a ki gun. And not just any ki gun but it looked like Kins with a brand logo on it. Rather it was Kins or not Sytherius probably did not know.
It wasn't a major power weapon but it was still a ki weapon.
The rest of the crew that was still there just watched... They were looking for weakness. Clearly the captain was new. Even Sytherius should be able to tell by the way the men watched and wondered about him.
The sword snapped in half when it hit Sythius, and Sythius grunted. A red liquid dribbled out of his side, and a few of his scales floated away. He felt a shock of pain in his gut, and as he completed his grab, he looked down, trying to define this unpleasant sensation. The words pain, blood and injury came to his mind. He could feel in his soul that he should be more careful in fights.
He didn't notice that the broken sword.
The captain started talking about something called a family. He didn't understand. As far as he was concerned, this guy and his "rock" were trying to kill him, so he deserved to die.
"No." was all the lizard said, and he attempted to slam this guy into a wall by the arms. If he succeeded in slamming this guy into a wall, then he wouldn't have time to shoot Sythius.