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|Date of Scene=2014/07/07
|Location=PTO-Controlled Worlds <PTO>
|Synopsis=Intro scene for our new warlord, Trunks!
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|Cast of Characters=37, 180, 334, 479
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Planet Serori. It's an average day for the little planet -- quiet, peaceful, beautiful. The sun is warm, the beaches pristine, the jungles thriving, the fields golden and glorious. It's about as perfect a place as exists in the Multiverse, and the fact that it's mostly uninhabited just makes it even more pleasant.<br /><br />    /Mostly/ uninhabited. The planet's namesake is here now, enjoying the chance to retreat from daily responsibilities for a short time. Not too far from the only man-made structure on the planet -- a large resort-quality bungalow -- Serori stokes a bonfire so she can cook and eat her catch of the day, some sort of leviathan of a sea serpent. It's propped up on a stake she's thrust into the ground, mostly skinned and gutted. Serori kicks another log onto the fire, and swipes her blood-stained forearm across her forehead, letting out a satisfied sigh.<br /><br />    Nothin' better than a day full of good food and hard work.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Three or maybe four pods come crashing through the air. At first sight they may look like they are shooting stars, but the loud BOOM that can be heard as they connect the ground gives that theory away. Coming out from these pods several PTO guards step out. In the middle a purple haired teen who looks to be in charge scans the area. "Are you sure this is the right planet?" He asks to a nearby solider.<br /><br />The man only nods and says, "If our readings are correct then yes my prince." Trunks nods and then starts to levitate in the air. His troops attempt to follow but he shoos them off. "You can stay here and do whatever it is you do." He says in a cold tone. He does his best to sense out the life-forms in the planet and catches one that is rather high. "It seems this planet isn't completely uninhabited." He smirks and starts to fly in the direction of Serori.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    The first fiery streak to shoot across the sky grabs Serori's keen attention. Standing up from her crouch, Serori frowns her immediate discontent. "Space pods? Here?" It's enough of an aggravation to put a scowl on her face and a snapping lash in her tail. "It's not like I'm hard to contact. What the hell?"<br /><br />    Those booming impacts confirm the invasion. Son Gohan's soldiers have arrived on /her/ planet, displaying all the aggressive actions of a hostile takeover. One pod might come bearing an urgent message, something she can accept, but for /several/ to crash land...Serori grabs at her scouter and yells into it. "Gohan, what the /hell/ are you doing to /my/ planet?"<br /><br />    A powerful ki pricks at her senses, then. Stronger than the ki signatures belonging to the accompanying soldiers, its potency is startling, and strangely familiar. Serori jumps into the air and achieves a hovering height of about twenty feet above the bonfire she's built. She tucks her arms across her chest -- no armor today, just a t-shirt -- and waits for the source of the ki to appear. It's coming toward her, she can tell that much.<br /><br />    She feels strangely apprehensive...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>A ruthless laugh escapes Trunks's lips as he hears the comment about Gohan. He can't see the Saiyan woman, but he certainly can hear the fear in her voice. He charges even faster a blue aura following him close behind untill he's about 15 feet from Serori. "Greetings," His voice is surprisingly diplomatic. "You are the owner of this pitful planet if I'm not mistaken? Serori if I recall. It is a pleasure to meet you." His tone indicates that there is no 'pleasure' in this meeting.<br /><br />At the moment he is wearing his usual Saiyan armor and he smirks slightly. "I hope I didn't scare you, but Gohan is the least of your worries. I arrived here for a specific reason you know?" He seems to be trying to figure out how much Serori already knows.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    When Serori contacts him, Gohan is currently on his flagship, in orbit above Namamura, Japan, keeping an eye on his jewel. He hasn't led a large-scale invasion force down to the surface yet, having a modicum of respect for the area's guardian, Yunomi. Instead, he just watches. But when Serori calls, and more importantly assumes he's doing 'something' to her planet, he rises from his throne, dressed to the nines in his full Saiyan regalia, and departs, rockets through warpgates and the like until he comes to Serori's personal planet. It doesn't take him long to figure out exactly where he's headed, as the concentration of not one, but TWO strong powers isn't hard to detect on such a world. He turns up his speed and heads out, narrowing his eyes as he does so. The sword on his back is quickly drawn, the keen edge glinting in the light. <br /><br />    'Something's not right here,' he thinks, 'No one in the PTO is that strong... Unless Vegeta's back. No. That's not possible... Wait... didn't he send...?' <br /><br />    He feels his face go pale. He had completely forgotten about Trunks. Vegeta had sent him into the far reaches to acquire more planets. Surely word had reached him by now of Gohan's usurpation by now. He rockets onward, snapping to a halt above the scene playing out. "Oi," he says loudly, his aura bursting into existence around him, "What do you think you're doing? I haven't ordered you to invade this planet."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Fear? Serori's not /afraid/. Or if she is, it's not felt or experienced in the same way a human would feel it. Like most complicated emotions, fear exerts itself on Serori's heart as another facet of /anger/, and so it's no surprise the first thing she does on recognizing Trunks is start to snap at him. A bead of sweat rolls down from her temple as she pulls herself into an imperious posture and delivers her response in a haughty tone of restrained fury. "Yes, you've come to /my/ planet. It was a gift, and I intend to /keep/ it."<br /><br />    Vegeta's blood is the royal blood. Since birth, she's been trained and beaten into holding the utmost respect for the royal line. All the instincts honed in her upbringing scream at Serori to /kneel/ before this brat and accept him as her liege. It was what she'd done after entering the Multiverse, wasn't it? She'd come to Vegeta, swore her fealty to him, and served him like a proper low-born warrior should. Yeah, the Multiverse had gone to complicate things, leading to her eventual /disregard/ for Vegeta, but that doesn't mean all her submissive urges had expired.<br /><br />    Vegeta's son. His half-blooded son. Serori had kind of hoped the kid would stay off in the Void where he belonged. Now...<br /><br />    Now, she's got to make /her/ position clear, before the kid gets any ideas about pushing her around.<br /><br />    Serori's aura snaps into existence as she clenches her jaw around a low snarl. Her tail wraps around her slim waist, and, though she's hovering mid-air, her feet plant into a braced stance. She's not bending, not yet.<br /><br />    Gohan's arrival attracts a shred of her wary attention. It also prevents her from launching then and there into a desperate fight. "See? You don't have permission to do this. If you want to take my planet, you'll have to fight me for it. Assuming you can get Gohan's approval."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks glances at Gohan and laughs. "I don't need permission from a usurper." He truly looks unfazed by Gohan's arrival. "I plan to claim this for my father. Remember him? The one who you took orders from? Well I'm his lawful son and heir and I won't listen to low-class warrior." <br /><br />He turns back to Serori and smirks. Part of him knows that Serori is a powerful being and he seems slightly more cautious. "A fight seems unnecessary don't you think? You can mantain complete control over this poor excuse for a planet. All I need is your allegiance." He voice becomes more stern. "The same loyalty you gave my father. I'm the Prince of New Vegeta and all of the Saiyan Race! I'm sure you already knew that though. I'll fight if I must Serori." His aure gets more birghter as he prepares for possible combat.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Gohan frowns. He hadn't expected Trunks to reemerge at all. However, Gohan has the advantage in any sort of fight. When he was sent away, Trunks wasn't able to tap into Super Saiyan power. Did that still hold true? He's not sure, but it's something he keeps in mind. His royal blue cape blows in the breeze, the Saiyan Royal Crest clearly emblazoned on the chest of his armor. <br /><br />    "I stripped you of any royal claim when I left your father for dead on a backwater rock, Trunks. I am the royal here, not you. Your blood means nothing. It is the blood of a monster and now, it seems, of a traitor." He sinks down to hover next to Serori, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. "You're the low-class here. I am the one who determines birthright now!" He points his sword in a sloping angle toward the ground. <br /><br />    "Bow to me and give me your loyalty. Your alternative is to fight two Saiyans, one of which trained you to fight. Kneel. Now."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    "Your father had my loyalty. I was /born/ knowing he was my prince and ruler." Serori cocks one fist beside her hip and the other in front of her chest. Low-voiced, stern, and cold, she continues. "He never /earned/ my loyalty. It was given without /question/. But he made a mistake in commanding me. He kept me imprisoned, never allowing me to fight for my own goals and reasons." Serori's voice rises into a proud shout. "I will /NOT/ allow that to happen again!"<br /><br />    Serori's black glare flicks sideways to survey Gohan. Without quite facing him, she nevertheless addresses him, adopting the kind of stubborn, mouthy tone she reserves for defensive acts of arrogance. Right then and there, she challenges /his/ authority, too. "I don't need you to fight on my behalf. It's my world -- if he wants to fight for it, I'll defend it! Besides, he doesn't look /that/ strong."<br /><br />    The impatient glare slides back to Trunks as if to say, 'Well? What are you going to do about it?'<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks lose patience with Gohan. "You presume /too/ much. I have no intentions in betraying you... yet." Trunks calms slughtly and a small smirk spreads on his lips. "But if we must fight then let us fight! Perhaps this will show you who truly is in power." He glances at Serori and consisders her offer. The Saiyan prince is by no means ignorant and he knows that there is a slim chance of him taking both of the Saiyans by himself.<br /><br />"My father may have treated you poorly, but I'm not him. Do you think I don't know how much of tyrant he was? I do and I plan to change that." The last part might have been a lie, but Trunks doesn't care. "If a fight is what you want then I'll give it to you. Gohan stay out this!" A golden aura starts to surround Trunks's body and his hair lifts up slightly. He looks to be starting a transformation. "Mayhaps this fight could show you where your loyalty should truly lie."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Shit. He did access Super Saiyan. He should've been prepared for it, but it does take him by surprise a bit. He smirks, however, allowing himself to ascend into the form as well, his golden aura and hair shining with energy. While Trunks seems on the verge of the transformation, Gohan steps into it with ease, the form seeming almost natural to him. Which it is. He has spent a lot of time getting used to it. "Don't deign to threaten me, Trunks. I just told you who is in power. If you force me to prove it, you may end up like your father, and what fate is that for a warrior? I bet he's still there stewing in his rage." <br /><br />    He crosses his arms, still holding his sword. "You don't seek to betray me, yet you call me usurper. I am as much entitled to this position as you ever were, and I would say more so as I took it rather than waiting for it to be passed to me." His golden aura whips around him like a hurricane. "I don't care for any of this posturing, to be honest with you. If you want what you feel is yours, be a man and try and take it."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori cocks back her head as a wicked and confident smirk curves her lips. The expression of cold arrogance suits her features -- a pretty enough face, but sharp, too, like she's meant for displaying cruelty and not much else. It's a /look/ Trunks might recognize from his time in training under Vegeta's tutelage. Perhaps it's the same way Trunks and Gohan themselves would sometimes look, had they had saiyan mothers instead of human.<br /><br />    "You have no idea who you're facing, boy." Power bursts around Serori's figure in a rush of golden light. The power passes over Trunks and Gohan like a hot and forceful summer wind, carrying with it the sense of its originator and her potential as a warrior. She is not anywhere near as powerful as Trunks or Gohan, but her cunning and speed often make up the difference, and the fact she /can/ transform is noteworthy. "I am /not/ the pushover you want me to be!"<br /><br />    Another shockwave creates an echoing sound like thunder as Serori lunges into a blurring forward lunge. She /is/ fast -- she appears in Trunks's face in a blink, her fists and feet flying in a quick but powerful combo. Shorter than she is, she boldly enters into his reach just to deliver her attacks, a fact that doesn't faze her or make her at all afraid.<br /><br />    As far as she's concerned? Trunks is about to meet his match!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The furry of attacks takes Trunks by surprise and while managing to block some of them ultimately ends up slightly over-powered. He hovers away from the Saiyan woman and a confident smirk appears on his lips. "I think I do know who I'm facing. Someone who thinks they can outclass a prince." At this point his transformation is complete and a golden aura wraps tightly around his body.<br /><br />Fully recovered from the attacks Trunks raises up an arm and a medium size golden energy wave shoots towards Serori. He the charges toward her following up on the blast with a barrage of punches.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    As Serori engages on Trunks, Gohan smirks. "Well, I suppose that takes care of that. If she beats you, you stand no chance against me." Never mind that Serori has beaten him on several occasions. Never mind that. <br /><br />    &gt;.&gt; <br /><br />    "You have your fun. Put him down fast and show him what you can do, former General."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Like Trunks, Serori is caught off-guard by her opponent's aggression. Unlike Trunks, she's baited by her opponent's words into letting out a furious-sounding snarl. Anger leaves her blinded to his wind-up, and as a result, she's left almost helpless to the oncoming energy beam. It clips her, sends her reeling, and leaves her open to his follow-up combo. Her limbs work together to put up a desperate defense, but she's still bent in half when an unexpected jab catches her low in the stomach.<br /><br />    Gasping, she twists around to slap a sphere of energy into Trunks's face. "What need do I have for /royalty/ when I've got the entire Confederacy at my command?!" The sphere bursts into a high-powered beam on contact. He'll have to be swift to escape Serori's retribution.<br /><br />    That she's totally bluffing on the royalty thing might be known to Gohan, who by now is well aware of Serori's hopes for a restored Empire, but for the newcomer Trunks, well, as far as he knows, she's just completely blown him off.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The sphere of energy looks like it might hit Trunks as he makes no attempt to move out of the way. Once it looks like it is just about to touch him, he swiftly moves his head and smirks. "You're going to have to be /much/ better than that." Trunks turns to Gohan. "If this is all Confederacy has to offer, count me out."<br /><br />Focusing again on Serori Trunks charges at her attempt to hit her with a powerful sideways kick to the face and then he adds more punches to the strong combo. "This might actually be fun." He whispers to himself as he finishes the attack<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    "Yeah, keep talking," Gohan says, leaning against some conveniently placed object, "That'll win you this fight. I swear, you and your father are so alike it's stupid. Only difference is, he had that raw, primal edge. I don't think you do."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori moves like liquid lightning. Graceful, fast, and flexible beyond human capabilities, she presents a hard-to-hit target Trunks won't be able to nail down after a few punches. She's constantly maneuvering, most of her energy spent on simple evasion -- but her moves are tactical, too. She does more than just /avoid/ the young prince. She places herself in position to counter-attack.<br /><br />    He'll feel the light pressure of displaced air just before all her twisting around introduces a roundhouse kick to his ribcage. Serori follows through, too, putting all her strength behind that single blow.<br /><br />    "You aren't at the top of the food chain anymore, /prince/!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The Saiyan prince ignores the comment about the 'food chain' and Gohan's about his father. Trunks raises his wrist to block the powerful kick. While the attack likely caused pain to the defending wrist, Trunks looks rather unfazed. He throws the kick aside and attempts to make a counter attack. He lunges a powerful knee forward into the other Saiyan's stomach.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    For a second time, Serori's bent over, gasping for air after it's blasted from her lungs. "Ggh -- !" The next few breaths are stopped by her diaphragm's spasm, and it's not until she soars backwards and puts a good distance between herself and Trunks that Serori seems capable of pulling in oxygen again. At her new position, she hovers with one hand tightly grasping her flat stomach. She wishes she had armor.<br /><br />    Serori's green eyes blaze like emeralds held in sunlight. Furious, glowing, and crackling with power, her aura shines like the sun itself. So much energy at her disposal -- and she's wasting time in these close-quarter attacks where she /knows/ she won't have any advantage?<br /><br />    "Tch. /Brat/."<br /><br />    Serori snaps her arms forward, her inner wrists touching right before her cupped palms channel a devastating beam of yellow-white power. The beam expands until it's wider and taller than she is, and it promises to blast Trunks right to the ground, if he's caught by it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>It looks like Trunks got ahead of himself and the beam takes him by surprise. His eyes widen slightly and he puts both his arms in front of his face in an X-like form. He crashes to the ground, yet he's still on his feet. At the impact the ground shatters slightly and leftover debris fly into the air. He breathes heavier obviously not expecting such an attack.<br /><br />"Impressive," He offers to the Saiyan before he brings both his arms to his sides, charges up ki, and then he throws his hands forward one after another as he rapidly fires many energy blasts. There are a lot of engery blasts so many could miss, but hopefully some hit Serori.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    'Some' do not hit Serori. 'Many' do. The storm of ki blasts quickly overwhelm and exceed her defensive capabilities. The barrier she raises is shattered after taking the first few explosive hits. Her attempts at dodging, countering, and resisting are similarly outmatched by the sheer /number/ of crackling orbs searing up from Trunks's hands. A growing smoke cloud soon obscures her position, leaving her status a real mystery.<br /><br />    "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"<br /><br />    The smoke cloud bursts apart into fragments as a bubble-like shockwave erupts outward, generated by Serori's frustrated scream. In its wake, she hangs in the air, breathing hard, one arm dangling. All but devastated by the attack, her body and her clothing looks ragged, ripped here and there where the energy has cut through her garments to slash and burn her skin.<br /><br />    "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!" Serori laughs. There's wickedness to her laughter, but also a warm, real amusement stemming from the sheer /joy/ she experiences in battle. "I thought you were /royalty/! I thought you were the /son/ of /Vegeta/!"<br /><br />    Serori's in his face again within a blink. A single fist is aimed to eradicate the smirk from his face. The one punch carries enough force to flatten a mountain peak; what'll it do to Trunks's handsome jaw?<br /><br />    Of course, she has to /land/ the blow.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The fist definitely hits Trunks's face. It more than hits his face to be honest. A crack can be heard as the fist connects and Trunks goes flying into a nearby rocky hill. He slowly climbs out of the dent he has made looking batter and bruised. He adjusts his jaw and the smirk that was once on his face his gone. He looks much more fusterated. "That actually hurt. I most I'm surprised, but hurting and defeating are too different things."<br /><br />He then performs a series of rapid arm movements before placing his palms forward, with the thumbs and index fingers touching each other to form a small diamond shape, then he fires a powerful blast of energy from his palms towards the opponent. "Burning Attack!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori isn't where Trunks expects her to be -- or rather, she /is/, but the moment she's hit by Burning Attack, she evaporates into thin air, as if she's nothing more than a hallucination. Trunks is experienced enough to recognize Zanzoken when he sees it. It's a basic technique used for trickery. Serori's moved from her spot so quickly that she's left an image of herself behind, and it's that image Trunks annihilates -- not Serori at all!<br /><br />    But then, where is she?<br /><br />    Pouncing down from above him, a furious shout erupting from her lungs, Serori hits like a missile, once more trying to silence the smug prince's chatter by driving her fists into his face. Twisting from her opening jab into a whirlwind of two backhands, she finishes the combo by rudely lashing out with her tail, the prehensile appendage like a superpowered /whip/.<br /><br />    "Don't worry," she purrs. "Your defeat's not far off."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Oh god! Trunks looks to have goten more than ahead of himself. His anger and rage causes the attack he sends to Serori to completely miss. He shouts as he notices the trick Serori just pulled off and looks wildly from left to right trying to figure out where she went. It seems he didn't look above him and now finds himself the victem of a brutal combo.<br /><br />He backs away slightly and then Trunks charges up his whole body with energy and then releases that energy into a giant explosion that would cause serious damage to anyone caught inside the explosion.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Even Gohan has to raise his arms in defense as Trunks casts off an explosive wave of energy. He takes up a stance, but does nothing more to interfere with the fight. "If so much as a rock hits me from this fight, I'm going to jump in, so be prepared for that."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    'Serious damage,' indeed. Serori vanishes inside the explosion, and this time she's beaten down by the force, left on her hands and knees at the center of a crater. Serori's gasping for breath. Blood is coughed from her lungs again and again. The gold in her aura is still strong and bright, but how much more can she take? Endurance has never been her strong suit. It seems Trunks has taken the edge off her superiority.<br /><br />    But she's not done. Her clothing might be in ribbons, but Serori herself still has a lot of fight left to give. Especially with Gohan watching. Serori picks up her head to look at Gohan, then growls and goes leaping out of the crater's pit, golden tail snapping back into place around her waist.<br /><br />    At the apex of her leap, she bends abruptly backwards. Her body flexes into a graceful curve, and she plummets downward again.<br /><br />    As she falls, she spins herself in a tight corkscrew. Her rotation speeds up, faster and faster, until she blurs like a drill running at top strength.<br /><br />    That drilling force hits Trunks in an attempt to drive him painfully into the ground.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The drill attack certainly hits Trunks in the chest, but it doesn't quite drive him to the ground. He doesn't even look at Gohan and while gasping for breath he almost lowers down to a knee.<br /><br />But he doesn't. It's going to take a lot more than that to defeat this prince. He takes a deep breath and calms down. Once he has reached clarity, he charges at full speed and launching several kicks and punches at the Saiyan. At this point his golden aura looks like a hurricane.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      As Trunks and Serori fight, a blue speck appears in the distance. Which grows into a blue glow, and eventually into a blue aura surrounding a red haired saiyan woman. Serori and Gohan would easily recognize her. When she closes to a few hundred feet, she comes to a stop and lets her glowing blue aura dissapate, then she floats casually over toward Gohan. "Who's the new guy?" Taylita asks, as if they talk all the time.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori, thinking herself clever, unstoppable, and altogether amazing, is nevertheless driven back by the prince's calm drive to succeed. Where she's a firestorm of anger, he's a strong and silent pillar of ice, and his focus gives him unbelievable strength. Though hardly more than a glancing hit, the first punch cracks her nose and sends blood pouring down her chin. The second hit is more direct, snapping her ribs, and the third follows, sending sharp pain radiating from the injury. The fourth and final attack to hit catches Serori as she attempts to dodge back and away -- the gap closed before she can properly escape.<br /><br />    Fine, then. Fuck it. Serori reaches out and grabs the prince by his stiff golden hair, and as she pants for breath, she growls at him. "The strength of the Confederacy isn't measured in a single person...our strength is in our number. We work /together/...to /dominate/ those who stand in our way. Royalty or otherwise, our enemies all fall eventually. Don't be stupid enough to stand in our way. Stand by your people, my prince..."<br /><br />    Serori's hand tightens. Her teeth flash as she shouts at Trunks in a fury. "Or DIE!"<br /><br />    A snap of her arm sends him flying toward Gohan. Serori pursues, delivering a mighty kick that'll send Trunks toward Gohan all the faster.<br /><br />    That's when she notices Taylita's there. "Taylita?!"<br /><br />    Serori's expression turns dark and stormy. Something more than wounded pride triggers a black fury like /nothing/ she's shown Trunks. Serori's aura pulses outward, becoming a tempestuous source of terrible power, and Serori snaps at Taylita, "What the hell are /YOU/ doing here?!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Gohan sidesteps the flying Trunks, then glances toward Taylita. Then focuses on Serori as she explodes with anger. He draws himself to full height, and shouts, "Whoa, hey! Serori, calm down!" He flies toward the raging Saiyan, sword returning to his back. "What has gotten into you all of a sudden?" he asks, Taylita forgotten for the moment. "I thought you two were amiable."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks winces when his hair is pulled. Sorta how a little child would. "Let go!" He whines as he struggles to get her hand off his hair. The /mighty/ kick hardly pushes him back as he starts to go for another combo. Sadly he only lands one powerful punch before this other Saiyan arrvies.<br /><br />He too looks angery because of his fight being interupted, but not as furious as Serori. He manages a small smirk. "It looks like you two have a bad history,"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      Taylita blinks at the reception from Serori, then frowns herself and crosses her arms over her chest as her tail gives an annoyed swish. "What the hell are -you- doing? What, I beat you in one little fight and suddenly you hate me? Fighters lose sometimes. That's just what happens. No one can win ALL the time, especially in this crazy Multiverse." <br /> <br />      Taylita pauses a moment, then hmms and tilts her head. "Unless...you're upset because you lost to -me-. The saiyan who doesn't believe in your vision for the saiyan people." She pauses again, then smirks lightly. "Or, is it just that you hate to lose that much?" Taylita looks over at Trunks after that. "So, who are you? I'm Taylita. Sorry for interrupting your fight. Really, I was just going to watch." <br /> <br />      Then she looks to Gohan, and frowns lightly again. "You and I have a little catching up to do. But, that isn't really what I came for. I just wanted to see how Serori was doing."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    The /punch/ leaves Serori momentarily breathless -- long enough for Gohan to get to her and intervene before she loses it any further. And that's when Trunks'll get a glimpse of something uncommon.<br /><br />    Serori actually /listens/.<br /><br />    The respect she has for Gohan was the kind which was earned. He didn't show up demanding loyalty -- he fought to claim it, and it's his struggle, and his triumph over Vegeta, that's won Serori to his side. Forget her earlier defiance. That was nothing but bravado. This is much more important. This is loyalty maintained in the face of strife, the kind of loyalty which can survive wars and worse.<br /><br />    Serori looks /away/ from Taylita, meets Gohan's green eyes, and after a long consideration, /obeys orders/.<br /><br />    The rage won't stop -- it's hard for Serori to forget exactly why she's so pissed off -- but it does get pushed aside. Serori raises a fist to her right shoulder, and bows her assent.<br /><br />    Then, still looking at Gohan, she calls out to Trunks, her low voice carrying far. "We're not finished, brat!"<br /><br />    She lifts her hand and flicks an energy blast in Trunks's direction.<br /><br />    Serori smirks at Gohan before she takes off after the blast to finish her fight.<br /><br />    Taylita isn't exactly /ignored/, but Serori has to keep her focus if she's going to avoid an issue of...temper...and right now, her focus is reserved for Trunks.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks looks over at Taylita and then he starts to look curiously between the to female Saiyans not knowing what this conflict is all about. "I'm Trunks, your /prince/-" He might of continued, but then an energy blast takes him in the stomach. His armor now looks completely battered and he goes flying until he regains footing. "Damn you!" He shouts.<br /><br />He reaches for the sword behind his back and then charges at Serori. The brutal sword attacks are completely blurred and the normal eye would never even be able to see it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Gohan watches the sword strikes with interest. "Well learned, Trunks, well learned. It's impressive that you've kept your skills up out in the void. It's still not enough, but it's a good start."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori's agony experienced at the first stab is apparent in the shriek she lets out. The blade stabs right /through/ her, and the /shock/ is sudden, swift, paralyzing in its intensity. Serori plummets, blood trailing.<br /><br />    A sudden drop might be all that saves her from Trunks's immediate follow-up. It doesn't save her from his pursuit. Incredibly, in an act of brutality and determination to win which goes further to prove his bloodline than his words ever could, Trunks chases Serori down, and skewers her a second time. That time, she grabs onto him, keeping herself from falling.<br /><br />    "Nnh -- y-you really are -- amazing -- " Serori chokes on the words as much as she does her blood, but she seems to /mean/ what she says. " -- earn your place, if you /are/ the prince -- fight by our side, and claim your birthright later, after you've proven yourself -- "<br /><br />    She lays her hand on Trunks's shoulder. "You have no other choice if you want to survive."<br /><br />    Her fingers clench into his shoulder strap, and she whips him away, letting his sword be torn out from her body. Shuddering around a shout, she musters the last of her strength, and releases a final cannon of power. It's a last ditch attempt to secure Trunks's surrender.<br /><br />    The stream of power is vast. Serori's hair blows back in the storm of winds the attack generates. Her cry is drowned out by its cacophonous roar. She's going to carve a new canyon into her planet, if she keeps this up!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      Taylita is kind of used to this sort of response from Serori by now. They have been friends for a long while now, though she is uncertain as to whether they are actually still friends or just some kind of friendly enemies. Or just plain enemies. <br /> <br />      Taylita blinks in surprise when Trunks says he is her prince. "Hey, just because I have a tail doesn't mean I have to bow to every high and mighty saiyan who comes along. I wasn't raised a saiyan, and I think our leaders up to this point have done a pretty poor job with our species. Not to mention the PTO they worked for for so long. I am a saiyan, but I am not the brutal soldier that most people who know about saiyans think of. So, yeah, don't expect your title as prince to get you very far with me." she says, kind of arrogantly. <br /> <br />      She blinks again at Gohan's comment about Trunks, then waits to see what response he will get. Knowing he is Vegeta's son, she is kind of expecting some sort of shouting.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      Taylita huffs at Serori's speech. "Hey! I am still alive!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks ponders on Serori's words. "That actually sounds like acceptable offer." At this point Trunks isn't listening to the two others who are standing by. He is completely focused on this battle.<br /><br />"But I won't surrender to you or anyone for that matter." He lets the cannon of ki come towards him, but then he evaporates into thin air barely missing the attack. He then lifts both his hands into the sky and charges a energy sphere with all his remaining energy. Then, he swings his hands down and fires the ball of energy at Serori. "Finish Buster!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      Taylita huffs softly and recrosses her arms. Ignored by both people. Even if she understands why, it is still a bit aggrivating. She waits for the two to finish their fight before she says anything else.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    That does it for our Serori.<br /><br />    The Finish Buster lives up to its name. It explodes, Serori is hit by it, and she's busted so hard she's knocked clean out. There's hardly more than a shout from her before the impact does its work and she goes tumbling limply toward the ground. A slight whistle of wind accompanies her swift descent. Unless Trunks is nice enough to catch her, she's falling right for the heart of her own crater, where the ashen remains of her dinner-to-be are waiting. She loses her Super Saiyan state the moment her concentration is shattered.<br /><br />    "G...Gohan..." Just about the only sensible thing she can say before her strength leaves.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks does catch her, but only by the collar of her shirt. He lowers until he is about 2 feet off the ground and throws her on the ground. It isn't the most the desirable way to fall on the ground, but it's much better than what she would have received if he had let her fall. <br /><br />He smirks at his victory and turns to Gohan. "I suppose that settles things. I would fight you next, but she was much better than I expected and I'll need time to recover." He shrugs slightly. "I was actually intrigued by her offer to be honest." He murmurs to himself. "It's much better than this 'Union' thing I hear so much about."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      "Power and wealth aren't everything." Taylita says to herself, but loud enough that others would hear it. Well, at least Trunks doesn't have Vegeta's temper. Then she goes quiet as she considers something. She said it jokingly to Gohan while they were whispering to each other during the fight, but it actually kind of makes sense. If she wants a different future for the saiyan race...she might literally have to fight for it. The thoughtful expression is obvious on her face, but she doesn't say any of what she is thinking.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori thumps onto the ground, discarded like a bag of trash. Once there, she manages to put a twitchy few inches between herself and the dirt -- her arm's shaky, but it's strong enough to lift up her torso. One knee bends beneath her tummy after she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, and then she's sitting back, rump on her heels. Her good eye is squinting up at Taylita, and then she reaches a hand up to Trunks.<br /><br />    "Let me show you the Citadel, then. We can start with the medical wing..."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:334|Gohan (334)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Gohan smirks at Trunks, approaching the landing zone without a care and motioning for Taylita to follow. He stands away from Trunks, looking as he tosses Serori to the ground and wincing. "I'll give you your time to recover. In the meantime, I want it known that I took over for the good of our race and the PTO as well. Surely, after you have some time to think about it, you can see that. As for our fight, when it happens, it happens. Be prepared to accept the consequences of your actions, though." He crosses his arms, nodding at Trunks. "I would love to have you as an ally, but if we are meant to end up as your father and I did, so be it." <br /><br />    As Serori begins to regain her feet, he steps next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder and attempting to help her up. "Way to lose," he says dryly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:37|Serori (37)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Serori's tail flicks in bristling answer to Gohan's good humor; all she's got the strength for is a frown and a little grumpy growl, however.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>      Taylita is about to say something when a little alarm goes off somewhere on her person. She blinks, then taps at her ear. She sighs, then hops back into the air. "Well, I guess I'll see you guys around." she says before her aura flares and she flies off, leaving a trail of blue behind her. "I have to defend my record in the WMAT!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:479|Trunks (479)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Trunks helps the Saiyan up with ease and ponders on Serori's words. "Fine then. Show me your Citadel." He says in a serious voice. He then turns to Gohan, "I will get my vengeance I assure you, but for now, I'll join your little organization." Trunks isn't stupid and he knows he stands no chance againist all of the Confederate. So he joins, but who knows how long this allegiance will last.<br> <br>


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