Wormholes were a risky method of transportation, but it allowed for better travel in addition to the use of the Wink Drive to reach far off planets and systems unknown to even the Cold Force. A small ship lazily drifted in space as it orbited a newfound planet, its inhabitants glossing over a directory of the ship's analysis of the planet.
Planet designation; Earth- the only habitable planet within the backwater part of the north galaxy, filled with lush greenery, a variable amount of biomes, and plenty of oceans that can be purified for drink. Looking upon the tablet that detailed the planet's basic information, Tula gave a harrumph as he saw the amount of damage to the atmosphere, in addition to the amount of utter junk that surrounded the planet. Basic space faring it seems, though not enough to actually make it to a Trade Organization controlled planet. With an average low battle power of its inhabitants and its current state, this planet seemed to be nothing more than a cheap credits-grab for a desperate or perhaps dying species. Another waste of time, but work was work. King Cold was ruthless with his quota.
"How about this one then? It's at least green." Goro exasperatedly gestured to the terra planet whilst keeping his hand on the ship's wheel. Though the young man held the tail of a Saiyan, he lacked the bulk and necessary ferocity of the race to conquer and sell the planets to the highest bidder. Yet, he was a damn good pilot and a decent logistics officer compared to most of the Saiyans.
Walking towards the front, Tula leaned behind Goro's seat and lightly stroked his beard. In comparison to his pilot, Tula was a mountain of a man. Wearing the one piece black spandex and the Cold Force standard battle armor, his tanned skin was ripped with muscle and hair upon his forearms. With short and spiky blacky hair adorning his head, Tula had a moustache connecting down to his chin and into a smaller beard. As per regulation, his beard's length did not exceed King Vegeta's, yet he had the more impressive one compared to his other low-class peers.
"It's suitable, but I doubt anyone is going to want it. Drop us down and contact Russel about finding a buyer." Tula answered as he started to stretch. He wouldn't even need to use his Oozaru form for this one, but going all out once in a while was surely cathartic, given the headache it was to find this damned planet.
"Which one was that again? The one with nice tits right?" Goro helplessly asked as he went through his console's contacts, the digitized frequency numbers blurring through the screen. Tula only sighed.
"That's Kall you idiot! No, never mind, just land us already." Groaning in light frustration at his partner's perversity, Tula kept his mind focused. Pushing a button, another screen became active as an outline of Earth was shown in the green screen. Tula gave a blink in fascination at some of the more powerful battle power numbers that showed throughout the regions of the planet that could be sensed from the stratosphere.
"Only 200 PL as an average? Goro, what was your level again?"
Giving it a thought, Goro shrugged as he brought the ship down onto a small island somewhere in the eastern part of the planet.
"Around 700. Why?'
Tula snickered-pitiful as it was, his partner was at least knowledgeable in energy attacks. Better than a 500 PL. "Ha! Even you would be able to subjugate this planet easily. I can stay here and let you let loose if you want. This could be a great place for you to finally fight in your Oozaru form." Tula crossed his arms and laughed deeply at the thought as Goro frowned.
"I'd rather just make sure you don't destroy too much of the geography. Remember System 45?"
Waving away the causation, Tula nodded to the console. "You going to try and be sweet with another local female?" Tula raised an eyebrow while Goro landed the ship upon a small grassy hill surrounded by infrastructure, his face lightly flushed with red.
"She looked like a Saiyan. That wasn't my fault!"
"Right. A very pretty Saiyan, with neither tail or a hairy-" Tula grew more amused as Goro punched his arm in embarrassment, which only made the larger Saiyan smirk.
"Just go and start conquering! I'll contact Kall and worry about pricing. Oh, and make sure to actually leave a continent's worth of this species. King Cold is always looking for more recruits. More credits for us there."
With these power levels? These poor bastards were more than likely going to be slaves to the Arcosians, or perhaps the Arlians-they were weird enough. Stepping to the ramp, the ship's side opened out to a small piece of civilization. Floating off and landing upon the grass, Tula stretched his arms and grinned. Galactic standard gravity, with some sparse heat and humidity. Reminded him of Planet Vegeta oddly enough, given the temperature. Suddenly, he heard the cries of several of the species as they pointed towards him and his ship. An audience-oh how he loved those. A malicious grin grew upon Tula's face as he crouched down, and his internal energy roared to be set free at last.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaa….." Tula breathed out as energy covered his body, both grass and trees being blown back from his expulsion of power whilst he began to power up. Within moments, his power was at a full 4000, and the shrieking of the race was music to his Saiyan ears.
Given the tall buildings and the amount of land they stopped upon, Tula was almost tempted to simply use the Power Ball and end it there for efficiency, yet the trip to this planet made him feel more cooped up. With that thought, Tula raised his hand before yellow energy coalesced into his palm, and in an instant, grassland was carbonized, with the bodies of his audience having disintegrated.
The people who escaped the blast were fleeing, though Tula gave it no mind as his body rose, his palms throwing ki blasts at the ground and the nearby buildings. Explosions of energy gave way to a loud siren as more people fled from his small onslaught, but none were saved from his power as he flew through the impressively big city. Impressive for a species that didn't have space travel at least.
Laughing, Tula pressed a button on his hip communicator and the brief tinny tone of Goro's voice could be heard.
"Goro, you're missing out here. This race isn't even fighting back yet!"
"-when we come back I can do some work with my piloting skills on you."
"Mmm, a six for effort. An 8 if you add in a fight. My friends love it when someone like you fights back"
"GORO! RUSSEL! Contact Russel! Why did you call for Kall?!" Tula shouted into his communicator, his palm pointing to a larger building before throwing a few blasts at its base. The building began to topple as Tula stopped his flight.
"I needed some advice! We've been using the Drive for so long that-"
"Oh Tula, no wonder you never found a wife."
"We are at work." Tula annunciated every word in frustration as he launched a particular heavy blast at some sort of large vehicle. Damn Goro-couldn't keep it in his pants to save his life. Best pilot he knew, yet with the personality that made life hell if he ever got into one of his moods. Annoyed, Tula yelled at the communicator, ignoring several dark bolts of lightning that aimed at his body. Flicking his arm in front of him, the entire street exploded in a plume of energy as some of the abominations became dust.
"Goro, stop trying to breed and dilute the gene pool! Kall, stop trying to hook your Arlish friends up with him. We are Saiyans! Where's your damn pride Goro?"
There was a moment of silence before Kall's muffled laugh could be heard.
"I think he discarded that when he sired how many bastards again? Wait, did you call my friends skanks?"
"Goro. Russel. Now."
The small sound of a communicator shutting off could be heard, giving Tula a brief respite.
"Alright alright, no need to get your tail twisted...wait, Tula. The power level of this planet was what again?"
What was he on about now?
"It's 200 at most. Did you find an outlier that exceeded yours?" Tula smirked at the thought before suddenly, a surge of energy barreled towards him. With one hand, Tula's instincts took over as he caught...a golden spear? Grimacing at the burning pain from its shaft, Tula looked at his now present adversary as Goro gave a response, his static voice lightly quivering through the radio.
"Its larger than yours, but that's not the point! Tula! There's so many!"
Tula could see that. Even here, he could feel a sense of pressure that brought weight to his shoulders, a sense of heat emanating from the being before him as it looked at him with curiosity.
"I see. Throw out the power ball in my location. We're taking no chances." Tula growled out as he glared at his adversary. Ignoring his partner's words that tried to tell him off, Tula cut the call before placing a battle scouter to his eye as it beeped, analyzing whatever kind of bipedal bird this was. With sleek black wings cutting through the air to keep it aloft, the being wore black robes that were accentuated with golden linings. A cross was worn and displayed upon its chest, with his black hair falling like silk across its shoulders. Yet, with such gaudy attire, Tula couldn't help himself but respect the power level that was displayed across his scouter.
6,000.
"Extra-terrestrials? My, how interesting." The translator microbes translated the words to Common, giving Tula pause. Sentient-how troublesome. The being smirked as it created another golden spear before throwing it to Tula. With his other hand, Tula caught it just before it could impale through his armor, his gaze glowering at the overgrown bird.
"A challenge, how interesting." He mocked before crushing the spears into his hand. A bright light flew into the sky as Tula flexed his fingers to alleviate the burns whilst the Power Ball soared into the air. Blutz waves began to pour over Tula, his body tensing as power began to grow from within him. Whilst his body was continually absorbing the waves, the being before him chuckled at his response,
"Looking at you now, it wouldn't be much of a challenge to end your life, but I implore you to try nonetheless." It grinned as eight more wings unfurled, causing Tula's scouter to beep in response to the release in power. It understood him? The confidence that Tula once had began to shatter as his analyzer continuously calculated the being's level.
"I'll put you down into the soil you bastard..." Tula grit his teeth as his tail pulsed, his body becoming larger and hairier, his face beginning to elongate while his armor began to expand from the increase in mass, the analyzer exploding from the increased expulsion of energy.
The Fallen Angel simply looked up at the giant monkey, ignoring its roar and its tantrum as he dodged a swipe from its bare hands. As much of a chore he thought this was, seeing the behemoth was something new. Perhaps he needed some assistance, at least due to its size.
Flourishing his hand outward, Kokabiel sneered as dozens upon dozens of light spears barraged the giant ape, its roars deafening whatever survivors were nearby. Throwing its arms around, flailing across the city and through several buildings, the ape roared before punching through another building. Several fellow Fallen Angels escaped its clutches, yet just a few weren't as lucky. A dozen of his soldiers were quashed from the ape's grip, blood splattered across the side of his hand. The blood that spilled in its hand seemed comparatively small to the ape's size, yet the sight left Kokabiel gripping his hand into a fist.
In that instant, Kokabiel's smile fell.
"Ah."
In response, he raised his fist, and with it the afternoon sun was covered, leaving shadows to encapsulate the giant ape as it stepped back. Soon, artificial light glowed from the canopy of shadow, and with it came the collective cries and roars of his men.
"..." With a smirk, he brought his fist down, and within the canopy of feathers a false sun fell upon the Ape, it's roars becoming silenced as Kokabiel threw his own spear at it.
Whilst his subordinates threw whatever they had at the monkey, Kokabiel glanced towards to the direction of where the ball of light was thrown from.
Feeling a sense of a higher level of power, Kokabiel's face split into a grin.
Goro panted lightly behind some rubble, his body littered with blood and cuts as he tried to hide himself from the dozens of bird-people that scoured through the remains of Tula's rampage. Everything had gone so wrong, so fast! Tula was one of the stronger Saiyans in the echelons of the army, with the chance to be able to become mid-class after a few more missions, yet he had been cut down so effortlessly in his Oozaru form.
"Shit." Goro hissed as his tail wrapped itself around his waist, his fear becoming more paramount. Whatever these things were, they had an uncannily good ability to be able to identify him from wherever he was, most likely due to his large power level that differentiated itself between the race they seemed to protect. With some quick thinking, he hid himself within a concentrated area of them. Here, he was able to hide himself in plain sight.
As another legion passed by his hiding space, Goro threw his body inside another building, his body crashing through chairs and cubicles as the noises of his landing caused him to cease moving.
Don't find me. Don't find me….!
It would have proven fruitless to pray, but Goro prayed to whatever higher being there was. Shit. Shit!
"Here! The monkey is in that building!"
SHIT!
Goro hissed in pain as glass pierced his skin, but the fear of being caught and killed motivated him to ignore the pain. He didn't care what he had to do-he just needed to survive!
If only he was weaker, to be an average low class Saiyan! The thought of lowering his battle power stuck to him, and within that split second of thought, whilst the Fallen Angels were traversing through the rubble around the building to try and find him, Goro made a decision.
Grasping at a larger piece of glass, he grit his teeth as he pulled on his tail.
Blasting through the wall, Kokabiel curled his wings into his back as the room grew smaller from the cascade of rock and debris that fell upon the structure. Looking around, Kokabiel quickly caught sight of blood that was apparent next to glass, and though it would be remiss in this situation, the sight of a bleeding tail spoke of what had happened.
"Clever alien." He chuckled darkly before looking over to his guard behind him.
"Go through the humans-limit your killing of them, and find the one who looks most foreign. They'll be wearing armor like the other one." With resolute nods, the guards quickly fled the room to inform their comrades.
Stepping over the glass and blood, Kokabiel bent down and grasped at the furry appendage, smiling cruelly at the thought of the alien having intentionally dismembered itself. The tail will go nice on his wall as a trophy, or perhaps he could fashion himself a belt?
With a cold chuckle, Kokabiel left the room as blood dripped from his new prize. Wherever the alien was-even if it looked human, Kokabiel will find him. Not to avenge the humans who died, no-but to simply complete a new collection of his. Attached to his hip, with blood and bits of flesh sported across the bone's surface, a humanoid skull rested upon the leather of his belt.
"Hmhm." A lecherous grin grew on Issei Hyoudou's face as he took in the view of the track team's practice-their chests bouncing with no support as they ran through their laps, their sweat slicked skin doing nothing to hide their forms as the white shirts clung to their skin.
"Ah, if only I could be closer." Issei lamented as he floated over the track. With his tail wagging in the air, he lowered himself until he could catch a glimpse of the athletes on their final lap-the time where they would run their hardest, and when they didn't care for their chests moving like so…
Glancing at his watch, Issei groaned at the time-he had to go back home and get ready.
But, a few more minutes never hurt anyone, right?
Well, unless he got caught by one of the teachers. Shivering at the thought of punishment of tardiness of a particular instructor, Issei glanced back at the female athletes before he flew back home. Taking care to not get caught from passerby's below, he flew near the clouds and took his time in memorizing some of the more bombshell bodies of his classmates and peers.
If only he could have a girlfriend….
Lowering his altitude as he caught sight of his neighborhood, Issei quickly floated through the houses before finding his own. With practiced ease, he reached the second floor of his home and threw open his window before climbing inside, his body meeting the warm confines of his bed.
His tail grasped the top of the window before pushing it down to close it. Curling behind him, Issei grumbled as he scratched at the tip of tail to alleviate the small sting of pain.
Looking at the clock on his small desk beside his bed, it read as 7:22.
He grinned-he had enough time to get ready, and then some.
With his tail wagging in excitement, Issei flew off his bed and lazily went to the bathroom.
Power level: 250