"you just...snapped??" for someone to do this much damage because of the fact that he didn't get his way..it was alarming and he wished that that other mark had killed him. but here he was, he could hear the screams of hundreds of innocent people around him from the collapsed buildings, it wasn't a pretty sight to say the least. it didn't look like there was going to be any backup for him either, just perfect.
his hand was holding onto the gaping wound on his side, the other--well let's just say it made what komodo dragon did to him look like a walk in the park, instead of just the four arm being gone, the entire arm was severed off--right to the stump. he was in no shape for battle right now and he had a feeling this man knew that.
It had been nearly two months since all the variants ended up on this wasteland of a planet. There was nothing else nearby as they did not have the proper technology to travel far into space. The male variants had searched the whole planet for any life or resources which were none. It was a death sentence. After pissing off Angstorm Levy as they wanted to betray him as they were to stupid to wait to receive everything they would have been promised. Most wanted to expand their empires across diemsions some wanted certain people, but Atom Eve only wanted a place to call home.
In her dimension, the Mark died at the hands of his father and the planet was taken over by the Viltrumites, which was annoying to the female. When Levy found the ginger, he had decided to give her the chance to come work for him to get something in return. It was simple: a planet she could create how she wanted it to live out alone. Well, this place would have been perfect expect for the fact she had variants that were egotistical and stubborn. As soon as they had arrived, the female separated herself from the group by landing on the ground. As one male was shouting about killing Angstorm another started to argue with him.
Even in the other dimension, she had seen how they would look at her, wondering what use she was. It was simple to prove that she was not like her other counterparts; they had all killed so easily. She killed a variant that tried to imitate her. It was simple; she rearranged his insides to be his new outside. Turning his body inside out was easy; making it into a pound of just flesh and organs was an improvement. After that moment, a couple of the variants looked at her more cautiously. Now, here she was stuck with a handful of them. Samantha had no worries as her abilities would allow her to make all the resources she would want, unlike the others.
Let the pack of predators fight among themselves over the few resources they could find while she had been living underground, coming to the surface only to check to see if they were all dead yet or not. She had stumbled across one of the variants, a fully masked one who did not want to fight. In fact, he was aware that she was the one in control and begged her for help on his knees. The villainess had grown bored over the weeks, so she decided to make a deal with him. Sexual favors for food and water based on his performance.
She was a merficul goddess granting him a canteen of fresh water and some fruit after a poor job of pleasing her. However, her true intentions were to have them turn and fight over the scraps she had given the other. It was not even two days later when she stumbled across his corpse, which caused a grin to escape her lips. Walking on the ground, she hummed softly, trying to find another variant. Maybe she would be able to toy and play with the next one a little bit longer.
Most of the variants might not have considered her abilities or usefulness until the fully masked variant talked. Compared to the rest of them, she was in full health and clean compared to them, wearing the same filthy clothes. If any of them were smart, then they would know she could last a long time compared to them. One of the variants flew overhead before landing in front of the female, causing the ground to collapse from the impact of the landing. Crocking an eyebrow as the variant was in a yellow suit with no mask.
As he spoke about offering her a chance, she rolled her eyes, growing tired of listening. Summoning pink spikes that impaled the variant from the ground it must have caught him off guard as he had been in the middle of talking. The crimson liquid was dripping down the spikes, as she slowly created more to make more holes into the corpse. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she was annoyed by the variants, believing they could boss her around. If none were willing to see the truth, then she would not even waste her time on them.
Summoning a pincic to eat on the ground, she was enjoying fresh watermelon as the variant was slowly bleeding out to death. Everything was very delicious, but Eve was bored as she groaned before laying back on the blanket she had made. Maybe she could turn one of them into her pet if they were any good at sex, but she did not have high hopes. Huffing and puffing with irritation, the woman was trying to decide on what to do next. She still had carnal needs. Maybe she could change one of the variants into a different person completely. A being she made to stay loyal to her so she would not have to worry about any betray.
A shadow quickly loomed over the female which had replaced the warm sun rays. Opening an eye, she glanced up to see another variant, which caused her to roll her eyes. "You're blocking my sun. Can you move along so I can get back to my picnic?" The basket was filled with sandwiches, strawberries, watermelon, and even a pitcher of water, all laid out. The corpse was about five feet away with hanging there with the spikes still piercing through it. Hopefully, it served as a warning. Samantha was annoyed and pent up so she was easily in a bad mood just to kill all of them left so she could get on with her life.
The Viltrumite empire sent three agents, including Nolan, the original agent, to see if this planet would be useful. Omni-man killed his own son and caused a lot of chaos, but when he faced an unknown girl, he underestimated her abilities. Atom Eve just wanted to be left alone and did not care if this alien killed all the humans preparing the planet for his empire. He insulted the ginger, and for that, he paid with his own life, even though it was a close battle. Each time a Viltrumite was sent, the villain would take everything she learned from the previous battles about their weaknesses to exploit them easier.
The humans were rebuilding each time across the planet, which she did not even bother helping as they should be grateful she did not care enough to interfere until the aliens were threatening her. The missing agents have drawn the attention of the higher-ups of the Viltrumite as something was on that planet that kept killing them. Thragg sent his best warrior to bring the being that had been killing Viltrumites preferly alive, or dead. Sitting on the mountain tops, she was humming even though once again another Viltrumite had shown up to destroy the nations and countries.
Millions of humans probably already had died by now from the cities being leveled and the alien not resting. After the last agent nearly a year ago, Eve had moved up to the high mountain tops looking for peace of mind. However, it appeared that no matter where she was trying to go, trouble would always end up following her. The female's legs were crossed over each other as the sun was rising over the horizon while her barriers were being broken all around her. Sighing with annoyance, Eve clicked her tongue against the side of her mouth before leaning backward to stretch out. It was early in the morning and she had not woken up too long ago.
Her pink eyes glanced over to the far corner, as the alien had finally revealed itself blocking the beautiful view. Tilting her head, her long ginger locks were spilling around her on the ground as she was calm. "Another Viltrumite? They sent a new one quicker this time around....Who might you be?" Eve's voice was calm and monotone as she did not really care what the other might say as it was the same every time. They came to take over the planet for their empire, and she was growing tired. "If you're here to conquer the planet, I'm not stopping you. I just want to be left alone." The last comment held a venomous underbite as she glared over at the male, thinking maybe this person might have a brain since he appeared to be much older than all the other agents.
Mark and Eve had split up to cover more ground when more variants were showing up, trying to overwhelm them. The ginger was badly wounded with a few broken rips, a large slash on her forehead, and a dislocated shoulder. Lying inside the crater, the woman whimpered with pain as she panted heavily, trying to calm down. The variant's dead body was lying beside her, slashed apart and maimed brutally. Samanatha had lost control of her anger when the variant was making fun of her Mark and herself calling them weak.
She rolled over to her back, and a cry of pain escaped her lips as her body trembled from everything being sore. Her head was sore and vision blurry, but she was waiting a few minutes resting until she heard something land nearby. Tilting her head, Atom Eve could only make out the feet of the person, which looked like Mark's blue suit. A large smile spread across her lips as her green eyes were unfocused. "There you are....My temper got the best of me again....I might need to take a short rest."
Samantha had too many of her abilities and pushed herself too hard as she needed time to recover for a bit. Closing her eyes, she reached out towards the male with her only good arm, waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. "Can you carry me, Mark?" Her voice was hoarse and soft, filled with a gentle tone while her guard was down.
A WIDE GRIN SLOWLY BEGAN TO FORM ON his face the longer he listened, as always bright as the sun itself. not only was turles offering to showcase his techniques for him but he also gets the chance to train with him ?? this was completely a win-win on his end in his book !! how could he refuse ? tail wagged happily behind himself, as the saiyan spread his arms in delight. ❝ abso-lutely-lutely !! ya got yerself a deal !! ya should've came an' asked way sooner !! ❞
HIS FELLOW PALM-TREE HAIRED SAIYAN actually couldn't have had picked a better day for it too. piccolo had asked if he could train gohan on his own for a few days to once again go over the fundamentals ( that reminded him that he actually needed to ask how piccolo had trained gohan while he was dead at some point. he knew it started with kidnapping his son but he couldn't help but be curious about the details ! ), so goku had been planned to take the last few days easy and rest up a tad, but who said he couldn't fit in a bit of training with turles into there ?
HUMMING TO HIMSELF , GOKU WOULD RUB his chin quizzically- trying to actually figure out where to even start... before snapping his fingers with a grin. ❝ well ! i dunno where ta' actually start with ya ! if our last fight was any proof, i doubt ya've trained a day in yer whole life, right ? ❞ he seemed much more akin to someone just throwing their weight around. of course if you had enough strength you could get by just punching and kicking and flailing as you pleased, but meeting someone stronger than you and with better martial technique just made you look like a bumbling idiot.... though goku knew it wasn't a good idea to say that outloud. ❝ so let's start from there ! now's yer chance ta' get a rematch then, turles ! come at me wit' everythin' ya got ! an' i won't even go super saiyan ! ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I'd not call it an ache ; I'd simply ... ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤChange the way of things.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSpare my father, and burden not, my mother.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Know love, know peace ; not resentment.
A shift, for something akin, to a seated position. Eyes drift, to the landscape, softened as brow furrows. He could not help, but yearn for something greater. To be less, than a weapon, and more a being ; with thoughts, with AUTONOMY, WITH FEELINGS. But that was not as he was treated. Above, he was an obligatory savior, and below ... Bellow, a God in the caves, put 'pon pedestal that he did not carve for himself. A deity, of circumstance.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhat he would do, to be unimportant.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ What he would do, to shed his bloodline.
ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I've known loneliness, since my hatching. It's a familiar presence. ❞
