Kolard sat on a branch high in the canopy, staring down at the tiny clearing below him, where his squad of Saiyan forces was laughing and celebrating their victory. It wasn't like he could really join in the festivities because while most other Saiyans enjoyed fighting, food, and drink (and sex), not all of them ate and drank the way Kolard did. But it didn't seem to bother any of them too much since they were still happy to have won.
He leaned back against the tree trunk with an aggravated sigh and closed his eyes. He knew exactly why he'd come up here - but that didn't make him feel any better about it. If anything, he felt even more frustrated. The mission had been simple - infiltrate the last few Frieza forces camped out along the northern borders of their territory and eliminate all those that remained. It would've been easy enough for Kolard. His powers were just as powerful as the others', he could easily crush each individual warrior, so there should've been no reason to waste time fighting the whole bunch instead of one or two at best. But that wasn't the problem.
Kolard hasn't found a good challenge from any fighter since his fight with Cooler two years ago. Not once. He couldn't stand it but he didn't voice his feelings. Right hand was raised up to the side of his head, he tapped his Scouter. No messages either, nothing to read about a new battle happening, no new information on the enemy or any updates from Bardock's end, only empty static. He let his arm drop back down and stared off into the distance again, distracting himself with thoughts of his childhood with Planet Vegeta as his home.
His father was tan by skin and his mother was pale. He inherited his father's skin but he carried his mother's heart and her determination. He grew strong through her training and dedication and now his strength lay solely in winning fights. As a child, he was a quick learner and soon became proficient enough to take care of himself, not having any problems surviving alone or effortlessly defeating weaker opponents in a fair fight.
Both of his parents raised him to be a proud Saiyan warrior. Fighting was in Kolard's blood. He didn't care about the low or high ranks of fighters. He carried his determination through every battle of his life; it was how he survived and thrived through the harshest circumstances and most difficult battles of his youth until he reached adulthood. He knew his placement through the battlefield made him a valuable fighter for the Saiyans, he knew it made him dangerous for his enemies as well, but he didn't care. And, if you asked him later, he still wouldn't care.
Because of his achievements through his victories, he earned his rightful place as the second strongest Saiyan warrior among the elites. Even though some other Saiyan warriors fought alongside him, most of them didn't hold the same position that he held - as an elite warrior first and foremost and as a bodyguard after that. For the longest time, he considered himself a natural born warrior first, a natural born fighter second and finally an honorable warrior.
He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. It's a shame that his parents are no longer among the living. Their deaths happened shortly after he turned eighteen and before he could begin his own career - but that was what had happened. Kolard didn't allow their deaths to influence or affect his life. The people needed him and his abilities, especially now that the war with Frieza had ended, so he accepted their death as something unavoidable. But he can feel content knowing they died as true warriors and without regrets, with smiles on their faces.
So yes, Kolard was a naturally gifted warrior but a natural born Saiyan second. Just as King Vegeta needed him, so did it need his power and his loyalty.
Kolard reached his hand up and scratched his head. Though he wasn't the type to voice his opinions, he believed King Vegeta made a grave error by permitting Nappa to be Prince Vegeta's caretaker. Kolard knew how to be tactical when the situation demanded, cunning when there was no time for that sort of thing, ruthless when necessary and always ready to fight to the bitter end. If he was given the position instead of him he may be of great use to the Prince's squad in future battles.
Kolard lowered his head, crossed his arms, and sighed again. He'd never admit it but he felt a rivalry with Nappa. They were both born as elite warriors among the ranks of the Saiyans. Kolard knew Nappa was only the Prince's caretaker because he and King Vegeta fought together through every battle of their lives. But it was honestly unfair. In his mind's eye, he was an expert-fighter in the field of battle, a tactician with no shortage of strategic ideas - and, most importantly, he understood how to stay composed when things didn't go his way. Nappa did not.
Nappa often allows his anger to get the best of him, becoming extremely enraged and infuriated and unable to think properly, which results in Vegeta constantly reminding or, in some cases, ordering him to calm down. Whenever Vegeta tells off Nappa for acting asinine, or not listening, Nappa apologizes to Vegeta, usually in a slightly fearful state, and then proceeds to claim he was not thinking straight, showing his respect for Vegeta.
"Stop whining Kolard…" Kolard said under his breath, closing his eyes. When he reopened them, he bolted forward and stood upright.
The green lens of his Scouter came to life as numbers dialed rapidly towards the top right corner. Kolard quickly adjusted his gaze onto the screen in front of him. Based on what it was analyzing, Kolard could tell there were a number of strong high power-levels about a mile away. It was a small group of six to eight people who were standing motionless.
"Hey, Kolard! You getting this too?" Kolard heard one of his men shouting from below him.
Kolard looked down at them. "Yeah, I see it. I'm gonna go check it out. Wait here for further orders."
With that Kolard dove downwards and blasted towards the sky. He flew faster than usual due to his new found speed but kept his altitude above the ground. He landed safely behind them and narrowed his gaze on each of his adversaries. Each of them wore the same black cloaks, which covered all their physical features aside from their hands. Kolard walked towards them, his eyes fixated on their backs as he approached. He took note of their battle power when his Scouter picked up traces of it. All eight individuals in front of him had different numbers of power, the highest level being forty-thousand - the highest of all the individuals that had entered the field.
Kolard's eyes widened slightly at that amount.
The next three people were also powerful. One had a power level of twenty-thousand, the other next to him was thirty thousand - the highest of any individual he'd seen thus far. However, their power levels weren't as strong as the other three behind them.
The three cloaked figures were equal in power at a power level of fifty-thousand. Kolard furrowed his brow at that. That's quite the high power level. But it's nothing for him to worry about; these people won't pose a serious threat to him. It's the two tall figures in the front that worries him. The duo's power levels were seventy-thousand each, which meant that, if one were to engage the one Kolard in battle, the other would follow suit and assist.
All the cloaked figures turned. Their bright red eyes shone brightly against the darkness of the night sky as Kolard's figure approached them. Kolard stopped in front of them. He crossed his arms.
"I don't know who you are, but if you're one of Frieza's troops then you came far too late. We've already blasted your comrades to oblivion," Kolard said. His voice sounded cold and firm, as it should sound. His tone was stern and authoritative yet calm and collected at the same time.
None of the cloaked figures responded.
"If any of you value your lives, then leave. Leave now while you still have a chance," Kolard said as he slowly moved closer. "It'll do you and your friends no good to fight us now."
No response came from the cloaked figures. There was silence between them. Then suddenly the cloaked figure to Kolard's left spoke up, the softness of his voice somehow contrasting sharply with the harshness of his words.
"Are we really going to listen to a mere grunt like yourself?" He spat. "You Saiyans think you're invisible but a mere mosquito can't soar if its wings are plucked out."
The cloaked figure in the middle turned to his left. "Enough." He ordered the person to his left, his throaty voice resonating inside his cloak. He turned back to face Kolard. "Allow me to inquire something of you, Saiyan. What is your name?"
"Kolard," Kolard said flatly and stared into the masked stranger's red eyes. "So what is your purpose in coming here?"
The cloaked leader narrowed his red eyes dangerously as he observed Kolard. "Our purpose does not concern you, Kolard. You're familiar with the Doom Slayer aren't you?"
There was a brief moment of silence where Kolard simply stood still, his expression still a blank and emotionless mask as he stared at the cloaked man. "I know who he is. So what?"
"Then do tell me… where is he?"
Kolard remained silent. He stared at the cloaked leader for a few more moments before answering. "Even if I knew, what makes you think I'm gonna tell you."
The dark cloaked man's lips widen to a sinister smile beneath his cloak. "So that confirms it then. He's not here."
Kolard narrowed his eyes. "And just how do you know about the Doom Slayer?" He asked.
Kolard's attention was pulled away from the leader. Turning his gaze at the cloak figure at the far end that was chuckling.
"Oh, we have our ways, Saiyan." A womanly voice replied. Her voice held a hint of excitement within it. "But like he said, our purpose does not concern you. For now, you should worry about the people who're about to end your pitiful life in the next two minutes."
All but one cloaked figure disappeared from view, leaving behind a very confused and irritated Kolard in the center of the clearing. Alone with the cloaked woman. Kolard watched her carefully as she turned with her nose pointed towards the sky. She sighed in satisfaction.
"They're gone now. Guess they're off to do their part." The cloaked woman said as her shoulders relaxed. Turning her gaze back to Kolard "That just leaves you and me, Saiyan."
Kolard's eyes narrowed. "Who are you people?" He demanded. "Who sent you? And why?"
The cloaked woman answered by launching forward, swinging her fist and landed an uppercut to Kolard's jaw before he could even blink. He recovers quickly and blocks the woman's upcoming right punch with ease, then uses his forearm to push her backward. Kolard immediately sprints after the cloaked lady as she backs away, dodging all her Ki-blast and blocking them with ease. Kolard followed after her and landed a kick to her left hip, only to be shocked when she didn't stumble by said kick.
Instead, she simply grabbed his leg with both hands and threw him far across the open area with such force Kolard had no opportunity to straighten himself or regain control before he slammed into many trees. Kolard groaned in pain when he crashed through an endless expanse of trees. His vision began to blur as his head spun around like a tornado. Kolard couldn't hear anything over the roaring in his ears, as well as the pounding in his head. After a moment, Kolard managed to focus his vision and realized that, apart from the trees, he had crashed into large rocks scattered throughout the area.
Kolard let out a groan as he slowly lifted himself up off the ground. He rubbed his head as his eyes opened. Everything seems blurry, especially his surroundings. It looked like everything in his surroundings was moving so fast that they became indistinguishable in the blurriness. Kolard blinked several times to make sure his vision was clear enough to look for the cloaked lady. As expected, she wasn't anywhere nearby.
Kolard blinked, his vision returning fully to normal. He gazed around his surroundings for a moment until his eyes landed on the cloaked woman hovering overhead with a smirk on her face.
Her right hand raised and grabbed on the fabric. Violently tearing her cloak off and throwing it to the side. She floated downwards and landed gracefully on the ground before him.
Kolard scanned her. Same height as him, pointed ears, long bushy jet black hair that reached down just past her waist and down below her hips. Red eyes that looked extremely dangerous. Her curves filled out her form perfectly, her black lips curled upwards in a grin showing off all her sharp teeth, and her tail swung behind her. Her pink skin made her look extremely beautiful and enticing. Not that he'd ever admit it.
She wore a black jumpsuit that covered her entire body except for her hands and feet. She wore some white fingerless gloves and a pair of boots with black tips that covered most of her feet. She also wore a two strap armor over said jumpsuit, and a pair of red earrings around each of her ears. Her long black tail that hung down behind her, was covered with a pair of blue and yellow stripes.
She stares at him intently as Kolard stared back at her. Neither one willing to blink first.
She points her thumb to herself. "My name is Tashu Naga - and I am the fifth lieutenant of the breaker army of the nether world;" the lieutenant introduced. "And you should feel honored, Kolard. Not many get the chance to see my appearance, my beauty. I am known among others of my profession as the Black Serpent of the Nethers. And today you are about to experience true horror as I rip you apart limb from limb."
As soon as those words left her mouth, the lieutenant towards Kolard and both her and his fist clashed. It was though a mallet was hammered against stone, a loud booming noise resonated everywhere. Tashu's fist collided hard against Kolards; the sounds from each clash reverberated inside Kolard's eardrums, sending his whole body tingling and vibrating. He grit his teeth hard at the excruciating pains shooting through his body and clenched his fists tighter, digging his nails into his palms hard, almost drawing blood if he did not hold himself back.
The two of them vanished and as quickly as they disappeared they flew and brawled at each other. They trailed along the mountains, dodging and deflecting each other's punches and kicks. Their powers were equally matched, and as time went on the two seemed to become more and more powerful with every passing second, until finally, the lieutenant landed a hit on Kolard's jaw with an upward kick.
Kolard to howl in pain as he straightened himself in the air. Aiming his hand out at Tashu with a grunt, a ball of orange energy quickly builds up in his hand. Her eyes blinked, seeing the ball increasing in size.
"Tyrantical!" Kolard cried and a massive wave of orange ki rushed from his palm.
Tashu swerved just in time to avoid it head on. She smirked wickedly as she watched the energy disappear into nothingness just in front of her. "That's quite impressive, Kolard."
Kolard didn't have time to react before Tashu charged and slammed her fist into Kolard's stomach. He doubled over groaning in pain while she swung her tail to connect with his head sending him hard towards the ground.
Kolard caught himself before he hit the ground, narrowing his eyes and ignoring the pain, looking up in shock to see Tashu nose-to-nose with him.
"Hi." She threw a roundhouse kick to the side of his head and sent Kolard soaring by the force of the kick. Tashu vanished from where she floated and reappeared behind Kolard, back flipping and spiked him up again which caused Kolard to howl in pain as he straightened himself in the air.
He glared fiercely, but Tashu simply laughed. "I wish you would take this seriously, Saiyan." She taunted. "I'm not even warming up and I'm already starting to get bored."
Kolard inhaled through his nostrils, exhaling slowly through his mouth and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his body was enveloped in a white aura that rippled in spikes. He felt heat flowing down his arms and legs as his muscles bulged out slightly.
A new challenge has come, Kolard thought to himself. He readied himself for his opponent once again.
A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Wow those guys in the cloaks looked super creepy, and super strong base on what we learned. But I'm getting a bad feeling these are gonna pale in comparison to what the others went through with Frieza and Cooler! Oh no, looks like Bardock and his teammates are in trouble — oh no! Even Broly has his hands full too. Be careful you guys!
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