Post by Zeroth on Dec 12, 2016 23:01:49 GMT -5
Early in the morning, the warrior rose to his feet as he always did. He stood for a few minutes, feeling the sun wash over him as he stretched his arms high above his head, arching his back inward. An audible crack was heard from his back, his tail swaying behind him. Suprisingly enough, despite his soreness, Zeroth was standing this morning. To the Ice Dragon, this was no suprise.
What WAS a surprise was the fact that he was able to fall back asleep following the haunting nightmare which had plagued him. This nightmare was a mixture of the fantasies he'd had of fighting the legendary Golden Warrior, and the corruption of losing to a low class Saiya-jin. Then again, was Tartus even a lower class? How did Zeroth know that he wasn't an elite in disguise? Even the highly intelligent Arcosian couldn't be sure, but right now he'd need to put that on the back burner.
The time had now come to explore the Saiya-jin home world more thoroughly, The fight had sparked an addiction in Zeroth but also, it'd spark doubt. In all of his over two hundred years, Zeroth had never doubted his skill. He knew he was born into one of the most naturally powerful races in the universe, rivals to Saiya-jins.
Tartus had sparked doubt. Therefore, he decided...he had to find the low class and he had to beat him if only to prove to himself that he could.
Pulling out a myriad of capsules, the arcosian would use them to pack up his duffle bag and ship, puffs of smoke appearing from each one. He'd leave out only a dark cloak which he'd don and pull the hood over his horns. He even hid his tail. The truth was, he had no idea how the Saiya-jins would react to seeing one of his kind freely roaming their homeworld.
Placing his capsules in the pocket of his cloak, he pushed his ki downward and his feet slowly said their goodbyes to the ground. His eyes would scan the horizon with their keen vision and he'd spot what appeared to be a large city, surrounded by a wall. His red aura flared and he took off in the direction of the city. Perhaps he'd find his rival there.
After some time, the warrior would reach his destination and stop in midair as he noticed the two Saiya-jin guards staring at him. No doubt they were ready to attack if he showed any bit of hostility. Thinking back to what Tartus had said, Zeroth smoothly told the soldiers that he was a simple wine vendor.
Upon entering the city, the arcosian's eyes slowly moved back and forth. The buildings were in disrepair, but still...they were beautiful. Remembering something else said by the Saiya-jin, he pinpointed what appeared to be a bar. Perhaps Tartus would be there? Or maybe someone else?
Silently he crept into the bar and moved through the gathered crowd of Saiya-jins, sliding up to the bar. The bartender would look at Zeroth and laugh heartily. "What's a little guy like YOU doing in a place like this?! Are you sure you're old enough to drink, lad?"
Zeroth would eye the bartender and reply coolly. "Is two hundred old enough?" the voice and demeanor would be easily recognized as a cold hearted Arcosian. But moreso, if Tartus were there...it would definitely be recognizable. Would his odd appearance attract unwanted attention?
The old Saiya-jin barkeep would tilt his head. There was no way the man could tell the cloaked figure was an Arcosian as the warrior was shrouded in darkness. However, the age did get the bartender to thinking. Surely this was no Saiya-jin. Saiya-jins didn't generally grow to be that old, and he knew this.
"Why so shocked? Oh...yes, your kind don't live that long do you? I apologize for my secrecy, I do not wish to attract unwanted attention." Zeroth would set the man's mind at ease, hopefully.
"You're one of them ice lizards, aren't ya? That voice, those horns...hard to hide." The bartender had enough knowledge to know that the Arcosian was what he was, and would address this. He leaned in and whispered. "Your money is just as good here as anyone else's, good sir. What'll you have?"
Zeroth had no desire of the drink, no. He'd come here seeking information, that of his opponent who would have probably been taken in for medical attention. But Zeroth wasn't sure about this. The best thing to do would be to ask, so he did. "I am not so much looking for a drink as I am looking for a person, friend. You may know him, he seemed to have an affinity for the alcohol, but he was an older Saiya-jin, dressed in shoddy armor. His name was Tartus...we fought. He won, I admit. Which is exactly why I must find him...you may say I owe him an ass kicking." Zeroth chuckled lowly, dryly.
The barkeep nodded his head. "Well, I don't know any guys by name, but most Saiya-jins who fight battles are taken to the medical center over yonder way. Probably took him to the palace. Though, good luck getting in th-"
"-that's all I needed to know, bar tender. Here, buy yourself something nice..." he tossed a few zeni on the bar, giving no regard that the palace may have been guarded by more powerful Saiya-jins. Of course, this was a similarlity between Zero and those of Daikondu. Kick ass first, ask questions later. "...thank you, sir."
As Zeroth would step out into the streets, he'd slowly lift off and fly in the direction of the royal palace. Such a place wouldn't be hard to find. Was he a MAD MAN?
What WAS a surprise was the fact that he was able to fall back asleep following the haunting nightmare which had plagued him. This nightmare was a mixture of the fantasies he'd had of fighting the legendary Golden Warrior, and the corruption of losing to a low class Saiya-jin. Then again, was Tartus even a lower class? How did Zeroth know that he wasn't an elite in disguise? Even the highly intelligent Arcosian couldn't be sure, but right now he'd need to put that on the back burner.
The time had now come to explore the Saiya-jin home world more thoroughly, The fight had sparked an addiction in Zeroth but also, it'd spark doubt. In all of his over two hundred years, Zeroth had never doubted his skill. He knew he was born into one of the most naturally powerful races in the universe, rivals to Saiya-jins.
Tartus had sparked doubt. Therefore, he decided...he had to find the low class and he had to beat him if only to prove to himself that he could.
Pulling out a myriad of capsules, the arcosian would use them to pack up his duffle bag and ship, puffs of smoke appearing from each one. He'd leave out only a dark cloak which he'd don and pull the hood over his horns. He even hid his tail. The truth was, he had no idea how the Saiya-jins would react to seeing one of his kind freely roaming their homeworld.
Placing his capsules in the pocket of his cloak, he pushed his ki downward and his feet slowly said their goodbyes to the ground. His eyes would scan the horizon with their keen vision and he'd spot what appeared to be a large city, surrounded by a wall. His red aura flared and he took off in the direction of the city. Perhaps he'd find his rival there.
After some time, the warrior would reach his destination and stop in midair as he noticed the two Saiya-jin guards staring at him. No doubt they were ready to attack if he showed any bit of hostility. Thinking back to what Tartus had said, Zeroth smoothly told the soldiers that he was a simple wine vendor.
Upon entering the city, the arcosian's eyes slowly moved back and forth. The buildings were in disrepair, but still...they were beautiful. Remembering something else said by the Saiya-jin, he pinpointed what appeared to be a bar. Perhaps Tartus would be there? Or maybe someone else?
Silently he crept into the bar and moved through the gathered crowd of Saiya-jins, sliding up to the bar. The bartender would look at Zeroth and laugh heartily. "What's a little guy like YOU doing in a place like this?! Are you sure you're old enough to drink, lad?"
Zeroth would eye the bartender and reply coolly. "Is two hundred old enough?" the voice and demeanor would be easily recognized as a cold hearted Arcosian. But moreso, if Tartus were there...it would definitely be recognizable. Would his odd appearance attract unwanted attention?
The old Saiya-jin barkeep would tilt his head. There was no way the man could tell the cloaked figure was an Arcosian as the warrior was shrouded in darkness. However, the age did get the bartender to thinking. Surely this was no Saiya-jin. Saiya-jins didn't generally grow to be that old, and he knew this.
"Why so shocked? Oh...yes, your kind don't live that long do you? I apologize for my secrecy, I do not wish to attract unwanted attention." Zeroth would set the man's mind at ease, hopefully.
"You're one of them ice lizards, aren't ya? That voice, those horns...hard to hide." The bartender had enough knowledge to know that the Arcosian was what he was, and would address this. He leaned in and whispered. "Your money is just as good here as anyone else's, good sir. What'll you have?"
Zeroth had no desire of the drink, no. He'd come here seeking information, that of his opponent who would have probably been taken in for medical attention. But Zeroth wasn't sure about this. The best thing to do would be to ask, so he did. "I am not so much looking for a drink as I am looking for a person, friend. You may know him, he seemed to have an affinity for the alcohol, but he was an older Saiya-jin, dressed in shoddy armor. His name was Tartus...we fought. He won, I admit. Which is exactly why I must find him...you may say I owe him an ass kicking." Zeroth chuckled lowly, dryly.
The barkeep nodded his head. "Well, I don't know any guys by name, but most Saiya-jins who fight battles are taken to the medical center over yonder way. Probably took him to the palace. Though, good luck getting in th-"
"-that's all I needed to know, bar tender. Here, buy yourself something nice..." he tossed a few zeni on the bar, giving no regard that the palace may have been guarded by more powerful Saiya-jins. Of course, this was a similarlity between Zero and those of Daikondu. Kick ass first, ask questions later. "...thank you, sir."
As Zeroth would step out into the streets, he'd slowly lift off and fly in the direction of the royal palace. Such a place wouldn't be hard to find. Was he a MAD MAN?
-To Be Continued-