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@crimsonrosesss
"I can't wait to see what example I can make out of you, mortal."
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"I think I should go back to making tea-"
"Spare me...please.." [broly >:] ]
Kuro forgets the Meme ( if there was one, might've been unprompted ;w; )
IS this what the gods truly had to offer in the heat of combat? Battered and beaten down into the filthy ground littered with rubble was the self-claimed Divinity who had been so certain they would kill their target without any hassle. Rivers of blood streamed down bulging muscle of the Legendary Saiyan, stemming from lacerations marring over the once pristine body. Several occasions he might've lost an arm or nearly had his head cleaved off but in spite of his massive stature, the Brute was faster than his size would've indicated. Still, that hardly meant he came out unscathed with the dexterous reach of that ki formed weapon slashing the air in two.
No matter how deadly that scythe was or the various attacks that were thrown at him, the overwhelming power of Broly at his the height of power stood over the beaten 'god' trapped in a mortal body or whatever it was that fool spouted from their haughty speech before they clashed. Broly hissed through pink stained teeth, slated eyes staring down with a wicked victory as the sole of his boot pressed his caught opponent deeper into the scorched crust of Earth.
" Look how PATHETIC you are.. A self-claimed God begging a mortal to be spared? You're nothing but Trash! "
Spare him, spare him, spare the very same bastard who impaled the Brute through the back after catching him off guard. The gaping wound bled, stinging constantly to the acrid air but it failed to penetrate deep enough to be considered a fatality. Another shockwave impacted the ground from a vicious stomp embedding his foe further in the epicenter of a crater, force amplifying as he ground his heel into the body of the false-Kakarot.
" You're not Kakarot but I'll slaughter all the same. "
He gagged. His body being piledriver so damn hard into the earth it was terrifying. The power goku had...where the hell was it!? His bones creaked and ached. Some even cracking under the pressure of the pounding he had taken. Blood escaping his lips. Bruises and cuts forming over his body. This couldn't be happening! It couldn't.
He had managed to strike him in such a vital spot and yet he still stands!? How!? He could have pierced any of his organs! He should be bleeding internally and yet he doesn't fall! That strength..not even goku...no. he wasn't stronger. He was a damn god! Zamasu the one and only kai in his universe! The god of everything!
Before broly could touch him again. His power skyrocketed almost instantly. Ray's of rose gold shooting around him in a massive shockwave that made the crater deeper. Buildings around him began to crumble around him. But his eyes. Puples weren't seen. Nothing more than a white glow of seer rage and determination to live as he shot towards broly. Baring his teeth like a wild animal close to obtaining its meal. Fists drilling into the hole he made with his energy sword. Blood spilling into his hand to ki.
His power seemingly growing more and more. His hand wrapping around broly's throat. Throwing him to the ground as he stomped upon him." I refuse to die! Not to a mortal! Not to you!"
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crimsonrosses:
He wasn’t exactly expecting that. His eyes narrowed as he stared at both the blade and the approaching figure and only had one he could go for. So he went for the sword. His fingers extending outward quick to grab the blade. His fingers bleeding ever so slightly till the kick to his head made him go flying into the ground. Dirt and rubble rising up everywhere as his body skid to a stop.
“Not bad, boy..” he muttered from where he was before powering up. All around him his aura alone was enough to break him free of the rubble around him. His sword was still in his hand. Only until it snapped in his ever growing powerful grip. The two halves of the sword falling to where he landed as his hair turned pink. His eyes grey.
“But now you royally pissed me off.” He snarled. What weaklings using such cheap tricks and strategies. The dirt and soot on his face was annoying enough. But now he was bleeding. His palms were cut open. Blood seeping from his body.“ You dare make a god bleed!? Me!? I’ll have your soul for that!” His power ever rose. Growing and growing to where the crater at his feet grew endlessly.
“Then that way you can join you’re harlot of a mother, In HELL!”
Black was far stronger than him, Trunks knew that to be a certainty, no matter how much the hybrid had attempted to bolster his own strength, it would seem as if the imposter would be experiencing an exponential boost in power. It would only be due to either craftiness or luck that would allow him to escape by the skin of his teeth, for attempting to take on the invader head on would only lead to failure. The best thing to do would be to play it safe, that’s what he had to remind himself, despite his frustrations and rage. A war of attrition had worked in his favor so far, and would continue to delay the end of resistance against Black.
But that reminder would flee his mind as the other man spat on the memory of his mother in a manner so simple, yet so effective in getting under his skin. In the moment now, he didn’t care if he was both deprived of his weapon, nor that he was in a worse state than his opponent. He didn’t care about the difference in level of strength between them. All that ran through his mind was an overwhelming, all consuming desire to silence the self-proclaimed god once and for all.
Gold and lightning would encompass him once again as anger boiled over, a gutter growl surfacing from him as nothing but hatred for the monster before him. This was going to be the end for one of them today. No matter what happened, he would have to win. There was no running away.
“Bastard-! Don’t you dare talk about her! I’ll kill you!!!”
And without a second of thought, he would exhibit a burst of speed as he rushed towards Black with every intention to land a punch squarely in the other man’s jaw.
Spit flew from his jaw as the other managed to land a punch upon him. How dare he? A mere mortal!? A disgusting character such as this made him sick as his head merely spun back. Before slowly steadying his stance to where he looked the boy in the eye. As much as the fist left a mark. He shrugged it off. A sharp grin forming on his lips like a violent venomous snake.
"Now that's more like it boy.. The mention of your mother too painful to bare!?" He asked as he quickly grabbed Trunks by his arm. Pulling him in close to study him closely. The sweat showed his fear. He could feel how fast his heart was beating from his vise grip on his wrist.
"I've been thinking.. what universe would be built without help?" He cocked his head. The question was rather snobby and almost mocking." What if I make your life a living hell? A slave if you will. What mighty kingdom was ever build without the use of them. Take away that feeling of ever seeing your mother again! Drag it out. Now that...sounds like a beautiful resolution to out fight. Surrender to me.." he hissed through a whisper.
"Surrender. And I may let the rest of your pathetic race live..What do you say, boy? You know you have no chance. And I know you are desperate. I'm giving you the chance to save what's left of the rodents on this planet. If you bow to me here and now!"
"What makes mortals think they can destroy the inevitable?"
Ssj4 goku black be like
Flex on that ass
"Aww, Black is having fun with Broly. Make sure you take an extra hit for me too, buddy!"
"Now I wish I stole your son's body instead..so I could laugh at you while broly eats you whole.."
"Oh, don't worry, Gohan has his own set of problems too that you'd have to deal with if you did that. But! It's too late now, huh? Besides, Broly is a lot of fun to fight, enjoy!"
"You bastard, saiyans! Curse you goku!"
*diEs*
crimsonrosses:
Now I realized I fucked up. NOW IM RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY
#whyme? #i'magodwhyyoudodistome?
#ineedavacation
Here, let him HELP YOU
#maybeyouSHOULDN’THAVESTABBEDMEINTHEBACK
Well fUCK
DHDTETSGHJHJHJJ
#WHYME
#IWASJUSTJOKINGPLZ
"No such mortal should have this much power. What's wrong Trunks? You look as if you seen a ghost."
"Aww, Black is having fun with Broly. Make sure you take an extra hit for me too, buddy!"
"Now I wish I stole your son's body instead..so I could laugh at you while broly eats you whole.."
crimsonrosses:
I’ve been called out. Welp. Now to steal another body for myself. #woop #Brolybefucked #whydoesamortalscaremesomuch?
..Where the hell do you think You’re going? False-Kakarot or not, he will drag you back and beat you into a thin red paste.
#killallkakarots #becauseI’mathreattogodseverywhere
Now I realized I fucked up. NOW IM RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY
#whyme? #i'magodwhyyoudodistome?
#ineedavacation
“ How much do you bet that False-Kakarot comes back too? ”
It’s like trying to stomp them doesn’t kill them permanently and they come back like Saiyan roaches.
I've been called out. Welp. Now to steal another body for myself. #woop #Brolybefucked #whydoesamortalscaremesomuch?
Crushes with his massive pectorals - 🥦
"FINALLY. THOES LEGENDARY PECTORALS ARE TO CRU- wait- can I go b-"
GETS CRUSHED
crimsonrosses:
My my what pitiful excuse for a mortal vermin. By the time he was deflecting the beam he noticed the brat had vanished. His expression shifting somewhere between angry and annoyed. His brow twitching before he exhaled slowly.
“Oh well…I do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse. Especially with thoes who are thorns in my side. You hear that trunks?” He asked. Voice raised to where it carried through miles of rubble and debris. He knew he could hear him. He had to be somewhere in the area. His smile small as he gently glided through the air. His eyes scanning the rubble in sight of anything blue. Any movement that made him even suspect it was the boy.“Gods usually don’t remember every ant that dies but I remember one very fondly. I hold it in my heart close. Near and dear to me. The glorious honor of killing your mother. She was such a pest. A sad waste of flesh and blood.”
He chuckled. Clenching his fist before spreading his arms out amidst a clearing.“ Her screams of agony were glorious! To watch such agony. It was like a beautiful song to my ears. Tell me boy. Do you wish to join her?” He asked. Looking around he chuckled to himself. He wondered how hard the boy must be struggling to keep his composure.
How the monster’s words burned his ears, anger nearly immediately rising to the surface, the small bit of rationality he maintained stopped him from rushing recklessly at the beast in a fruitless attempt to strike him down. Even so, his fury increased as he nearly stood up from his hiding spot to attempt to cut down the man gloating about all the death he was responsible for. There was nothing running through his mind than the nearly overwhelming desire to emerge and cut through both his enemy’s head and his words all at the same time and end the nightmare that plagued this world.
But he wasn’t strong enough for that, all he’d accomplish would be his swift death, he had to be smart. As painful as it was right now, as much as he wanted nothing but to avenge everyone and kill Black for his actions in the most excruciating fashion, he had no choice but to think first rather than act without a plan. He was the last challenge after all, treated like a toy or not, Trunks knew that this world would continue to exist as long as he kept living. And maybe he’d have a chance to save what remained. But he couldn’t hide forever, eventually the imposter’s patience would run out, and he’d simply attempt to blast the entire area to pieces to force him out of hiding. He had to act sooner rather than later.
Carefully unsheathing his blade, he’d examine it for a moment, the cracks along the blade were indicative that it had worn out its use as a weapon, it’d be no surprise if it broke the next two or three times he were to strike the self-proclaimed god. No matter, that’s not what he wanted it for.
Practiced movements would help him quietly move through the rubble, attempting to get a good angle of his opponent Stopping once he had been close enough to be considered behind Black, this was when his move was made. With only a single grunt, he’d throw the blade directly at Black, and as the blade spun through the air, he’d force a golden aura to surround him once more for a much needed boost to approach Black from the opposite direction, aiming to land a kick on his head in the brief time he was focused on the sword.
He wasn't exactly expecting that. His eyes narrowed as he stared at both the blade and the approaching figure and only had one he could go for. So he went for the sword. His fingers extending outward quick to grab the blade. His fingers bleeding ever so slightly till the kick to his head made him go flying into the ground. Dirt and rubble rising up everywhere as his body skid to a stop.
"Not bad, boy.." he muttered from where he was before powering up. All around him his aura alone was enough to break him free of the rubble around him. His sword was still in his hand. Only until it snapped in his ever growing powerful grip. The two halves of the sword falling to where he landed as his hair turned pink. His eyes grey.
"But now you royally pissed me off." He snarled. What weaklings using such cheap tricks and strategies. The dirt and soot on his face was annoying enough. But now he was bleeding. His palms were cut open. Blood seeping from his body." You dare male a god bleed!? Me!? I'll have your soul for that!" His power ever rose. Growing and growing to where the crater at his feet grew endlessly.
"Then that way you can join you're harlot of a mother, In HELL!"
@crimsonrosses || Previous
Just before a gigantic hand could claw around a smaller skull, a storm of blasts erupted from ‘Kakarot’s’ palm. Bursting torrents plumed clogging dust and debris high into the air, every impact hitting its target directly until not even the faintest sight of the behemoth could be visibly detected even well after the barrage had ceased fire. Scattering bits of dirt and gravel skittered, the stark stench of scorched earth and spilled blood saturated the uneasy atmosphere as the violent billows of smoke and dust began to drift and settle.
Heaviness of a smaller body collapsed upon the ground, almost certain in their victory against the monstrosity that had terrorized them thus far. Within those fleeting moments of relief, it would’ve been an awe inspiring final ditch effort but as the dust continued to descend; a harrowing image began to dismantle the illusion of safety within the veil. Inch by inch, the shadowed silhouette of a vague figure began to bleed through the curtain of particles, massive frame standing with a low, sneering cackle.
An abrupt flash of a cleaving hand crashed through the failed illusion, snatching prey well within its grasp to bury them further into the ground while the Brutal Saiyan reigned his superiority. Leveraging his weight, the choked spasms of that seemingly frail chest brought a sadistic glee to spread a grin only the Devil himself could love.
“ … You’re not Kakarot, are you? .. Something isn’t right about you.. ” Broly articulated slowly, relenting his grip only as far as was necessary for an answer to be wrung out, “ I don’t know what you are but you’d better Tell me where Kakarot is and I might just let you live with your so-called ‘immortality’ intact..! ”
Blood left his lips..blood. the very thing mortal beings left whenever he would impale them or rip them in two. His eyes wide as he gripped at the others hand that had been tight around him. Such lack of mercy..lack of any sanity. It made him sweat. And to think he was powerful.. no..once more he was a god. But for now he would amuse the monster.
"I..killed..him..I made a wish with the..dragon ball's to...switch bodies..I killed him when he took...mine.." he coughed violently. His eyes squinted. Before a purple blade formed in his hand. Purplish pink energy forming in his hand to where the energy turned to a point. His look of fear turned to a smirk. His hand Extending outward into brody's chest. His eyes widening as he pushed into him. So much to where the earth beneath him cracked and broke. Through a flying motion he lifted himself quite quickly as his aura grew in power.
"Quite frankly I plan to do the same to you, Broly. Despite such terrifying power. You bleed like any other. Proven by the hole I so graciously bestowed upon you." Zamasu chuckled in amusement towards the blood that squirted from the hole in his chest. Quite proud of it. But was far from done. His fingers extending outward he placed his fingers to his head.
"Keep your eyes on the birdy." He said. As he seemingly popped from existence to directly behind the massive male.a coward..he drove the ki blade into his back. Twisting his hand." I must admit broly you did have me quite scared. But know the soul of a kai is unkillable.."