Haku, The punk saiyan VS 'Jinman', The f*cking superhero.

[Jinsoku Akuma]

The young saiyan twisted Jinsoku’s words yet again, making the masked human even angrier. So Jinsoku started their battle, his speed and first attack grazing the saiyan child’s neck drawing first blood in their clash. His second attack succeeded as well as his fist pummeled the boy’s solar plexus. The young boy’s saliva escaping from his mouth and onto Jinsoku’s arm. Just when Jinsoku was about to pull his arm back and proceed with another attack, the young saiyan grabbed his arm and pulled him forward letting lose a punch of his own to Jinsoku’s ribcage. The pure power from the punch sent Jinsoku sprawling across the ground.

Jinsoku finally stopped about a dozen yards away. Jinsoku’s dark armored clothing dirtied and scratched up. Jinsoku struggled to get up, his side throbbing in pain. Wow…so much strength in such a small form…he’s definitely stronger than me… After finally getting up, Jinsoku stared at the small saiyan. I can’t take too many of those if I want to prevail in this fight… Jinsoku listened as the small boy seemingly complimented him Jinsoku responding with a quick grunt and then a few words.

“Your much stronger than I would have anticipated. Not bad for a saiyan child…but can you hit what you can’t see?”

As soon as Jinsoku finished speaking he dashed forward with the same speed as before, he pulled his arm back preparing to unleash a punch toward the young saiyan, however only feet away from the boy, he suddenly dashed to the right with one big step, the boy’s left, and quickly sent his punch toward the young boy’s left ribcage. Jinsoku didn’t stop there and used his speed to try and get behind the saiyan and throwing another quick punch, this time to the back of the boy’s neck. If things had went the way he planned, Jinsoku would then try and avoid the young boy’s punching strength by jumping a few yards away from the saiyan, hopefully out of the reach of the boy’s arms. Jinsoku wasn’t going to lose to such a young child. Toshio  Jinsoku was a man. He couldn’t lose to a child…He was the Jinman.

[Haku]

(Sorry it took so long xP I think this post will make up for it. I suddenly got decent muse for our fight, lets keep it up )

His attack was successful. The boy latched onto the man's arm, pulled him in, and sent him sprawling back with a powerful wave of kiai energy bursting away from the victim; in the same way a jet plane could break the sound barrier -leaving a mist-like force in its wake- Haku's sheer ferocity and strength created its own rimming force, packed behind that heavy and devastating blow to the ribcage. The masked man wasn't given enough credit though. As much as Hakusai wanted to watch him grovel in the ground, the rebel got back on his feet before offering the young saiyan a very good riddle. "Can you hit what you can't see?"

Haku snarled and clenched his fists, staring down his enemy with those black pools, desperately seeking for the answer to this enigma; little did he know, he had already solved it a few moments ago. The boy gasped as the dark figure began to move again in a blurring blot, he could sort of make out what he was doing, but not enough to be completely sure. None-the-less, he was heading straight at him and it was simple. Haku grinned as he cocked his hand back, "It's simple," he stated. "All I have to do is predict where you're going!"

The boy's reasoning was flawless. He wasn't just all brawn after-all. It was like target practice; you don't attack their current location, you attack where they were going to be -and sometimes, that meant attacking ahead of time, meaning, before they were actually physically there. Regardless, there was a miscalculation in his plan and it became all too evident the moment his target veered out of sight. "What!?" Haku's dilated eyes flashed to his left upon detecting the man's incoming presence, but he spotted him too late. The expression of dismay was evident on him as his ribcage was soon ransacked by the man's impending fist.

UGH! he yelped, shortly after thrusting his fist at the masked man only to meet air. The mysterious man maneuvered behind Haku unnoticed and smacked another well-placed thrust at the boy's neck. Haku grunt and fell over to the ground, catching his fall with his free hand and then rubbing the back of his neck with the other.

"Damn you human!" he growled with supressed resentment. Haku stood back up to face him, who was now at a safe distance away. "I will not be outdone by the likes of you!"

Haku's hand clenched tightly and then opened up into a ball of incandescent ki hovering over his palm. His fun little fight was quickly becoming an annoying chore; perhaps he was disappointed by his opponent. Haku was expecting a full out brawl, but all he got was a cowardly conman dealing cheap shots to the back of his head. "You humans annoy the hell out of me!" he admitted. "There's nothing more distasteful than an ant who thinks he's a giant, nothing more pitiful than such an inferior being as yourselves, who think they deserve anything more than what you have. Freedom!? Is that what you yearn for?" his eyes narrowed with utter intensity and bared his gleeful young teeth at the masked man.

"If you want freedom so bad, then fight for it like a man and grab hold of it with both hands!" he screamed, promptly tossing his sphere of energy whirring across the field and lifting the ground just inches below its outline. Haku's energy attacks weren't as sophisticated as most, but they weren't anything which could be simply nudged off either. The man's best course of action would be to dodge the one-way sphere, but the moment he did, Haku's fist would be waiting for him just around the mountain.

[Jinsoku Akuma]

(It was the awesome title that boosted your muse for this fight.)

Jinsoku watched as his first surprise strike succeeded followed by a triumphant second hit to the back of the young boy’s neck. Jinsoku smiled underneath his mask, the young boy’s words prior to him striking was much easier said than done. Jinsoku watched as the young boy stopped his fall with one hand and rubbed his neck with the other. When the boy stood, Jinsoku listened as the boy shouted out in angry that he was not going to be outdone by the likes of him. No doubt he means a human… Jinsoku then watched as the young boy charged ki energy into his hand while giving out a little speech.

After the boy finished speaking, he threw the energy ball toward him. Before today, Jinsoku would have used his speed to try and dodge the incoming energy ball. Before today, Jinsoku would not only dodge the energy ball successfully, but rebound with an energy move himself. Before today, Jinsoku was a man of the shadows. Before today, Jinsoku’s idea of a battle was get in and out as quickly as possible. But that was before the abduction. That was before an unknown HUMAN garbage man stood against the mighty saiyans. That was before Jinsoku finally stepped out of the unknown shadows. All it took was a few minutes. And everything had changed. Change was happening. It was happening for everyone. Jinsoku opened his hands…and braced for the impact of the energy ball.

It collided against Jinsoku’s hands, the energy from the energy ball sizzling the hands of Jinsoku as he held the ball. The ki ball continued to push his feet backwards as he struggled to hold onto it, determined not to let it past his hands. Jinsoku would then look up at the boy as he held the ball. “You speak of distaste boy!?! Lets talk about how DISTASTEFUL it is to ABDUCT CHILDREN FROM THEIR FAMILYS!!! Or how PITIFUL it is to slave an entire race ON THEIR OWN PLANET! You child say we are inferior?!?! LOOK AROUND BOY!!! Watch as we rise up against your ‘rule’!!! Watch as we show you what freedom means to us!!! WATCH AS I GRAB HOLD OF YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ATTACK! WITH BOTH HANDS AND THROW IT BACK!!!”

Of course, Jinsoku’s hands were nearly on fire as the sting and burn from the energy ball he had been holding continued to be held by his hands. The attack itself wasn’t pathetic. But Jinsoku, in the heat of the moment didn’t necessarily feel the pain. His adrenaline was pumping. His mind was going. His mouth was moving. And with the last of his words, the energy ball that had been slung at him was also moving, right back toward the spot where the young saiyan boy would be standing. Today was indeed about freedom. Today was the true first step toward humanity gaining its planet back. Today was a small step for humans, and a giant leap for humanity. Win, lose, or draw in this skirmish. Today will be a day where historians will look back on this giant battle and say “Yes, that was the day that humanity finally found their backbone again. That was the day when unknowns became well known. That was the day that Humanity was not all for one...but one for all. That was the day they got back their independence.”

[Haku]

The day just seemed full of surprises; one after the other. Impossible! he thought. The rippling sphere of energy was stopped in its tracks by the masked man's bare hands. The ground bellowed before him and sunk his feet into the ground as the man withstood the seering pain and gathered an inspiring comeback at the saiyan boy's ill words. Imagine his scornful contempt as a human -not only avoided his attack, but sent it sprawling right back at him. It was unbelievable! Outrageous!

The cockeyed saiyan boy pulled himself together just in time to shift his body to the side and watch the ki blast pass him by a hair. His flushed face lasted just a little after the simmering sphere of ki disipated in the air behind him. Haku grinned and laughed. His hands rose to his sides as if the battlefield were actually a grand theater meant to hold his dramatic prose. "You wanna know what I see around me?" he said, replying to his previous statement.

"I see rats frolicking around in their last attempt to break free from the snake's clutches, little did they know, the dye had already been cast as the venom slowly creeps through their veins and renders their final effort useless." Haku smirked, having used about every new word he learned. Yes, apart from completing missions and maintaining order, the boy was obliged to be schooled -and that meant human history as well.

"Humans," he said, "your history is one of foolish struggle. You think this planet belongs to you? Your race just suddenly spawns out of no where and one-sidedly claim the entire land as your own. The moment you realize there are others like yourself you invade their primitive daily lives, and enslave each other. You rage wars against each other and fight for the same piece of rubble you call home. Don't you see? This is no different, this is the will of life -would you so willing go against the path your god has set for you? My race has simply run into a primitive world and we are now colonizing it. Survival of the fittest, no? Foolish humans need someone like us to keep them in order."

Haku stood leisurely lecturing the man of his people's history. Certainly he knew of his own background, but Haku enjoyed watching their hopeless faces. History itself hinted to human's undeniable fate. Heck, some of them probably mentioned it as a joke; how a superior race would one day enslave the humans and treat them like livestock -just as they have done with pretty much any other living creature. It was life. It was how things worked. The most evolved life-form would rule over all and the others act like stepping stones for their glory. Certainly, none of them bothered to consider how a horse felt about being mounted or even whipped, why should the saiyans?

[Jinsoku Akuma]

Jinsoku eyes watched as the little saiyan boy narrowly dodged the rebounded attack, Jinsoku grunted at the mishap. Damnit..I don’t know how much I can go on…catching and holding that ball of energy for so long really fried my hands… As a sort of semi-relief, the young boy prolonged any fighting to indulge in a speech of sorts about human history. As Jinsoku listened, he was surprised that the small saiyan child knew so much about humans and their history. But he doesn’t know it all...Theirs more to Humans than that…Let me prolong this, maybe this small chit-chat will help me regain even just a smidge of energy back. As the young boy finished speaking, Jinsoku loosened his body up as he put his hands on his hip and belted out a menacing laugh before speaking.

“My my, you’re quite smart for a monkey child. You say were rats caught within a snake’s grip? No my dear boy, we are like mice, alone we might not do as much as we would as if we were grouped together. Together is where we prosper. You saiyans are like lions, always holding your pride and lust for battle above everything else. When you go out, you hunt for meat and don’t stop until you have your teeth gnawing on the insides of flesh. For years, the Lion pack has desecrated and contained this world of mice. But that was before we joined together with a common goal. Alone, a few managed to slip through the massive lion claws only to scurry off to live another day. Together we may lose a few to that claw, but as a whole. As an entire race, we will push back that claw and any other claws that dare oppose us!! Together we are mighty!! Together we will overcome the lion pride and be roaming this Earth peacefully once again!” After taking a breath for a second or two, Jinsoku would speak again.

“You think you know humans? What you just did was describe very small and very early portions of our history. It’s like you were digging in the hay and found the needle. Our history isn’t all about war and turmoil, even then when the fighters left and the slavery abolished, they returned to their loved ones. They talked to them. We even talked to the very same people we were fighting and slaving against. You know why boy? Compassion. Love. You see, not all of our history here on Earth has been war-ravaging slave making brutality. I take it your saiyan superiors failed to teach you anything that didn’t involve killing and holding people hostage. You know why? Because Saiyans are like the humans you learned about, except all of the time and worse. Far worse. We may have battled each other, but we always kept the disputes on Earth, even then we managed to settle them after wards. The saiyans on the other hand have not. Planet-to-Planet the saiyans have been to correct? Always ravaging other species, always killing and taking what wasn’t theirs to begin with. Never stopping. War, battle, brutality. That’s all the saiyans know. Created by hatred, sustained by a sinful lust for their pride, and always putting their individual status above that of their entire people! You think us Humans are bad for the wars and struggles we’ve had!?!? What are your race child!?!? Quite hypocritical to judge another race when the very race you are has so many similarities!”

Taking another breath, he could feel a little of his energy returning but he wasn’t done speaking. “Funny you should use the word primitive. That can describe your own race again no? Simple primitive primates only concerned with a few things such as enslaving another race and seeing who has the better hand-to-hand battle ratio. Here on Earth, in case you didn’t know we have multiple types of primates on this world. One kind is a primitive beast with high levels of aggression, they are highly territorial and are known to kill others of their same race. They have classes in which they are already classified by their heritage chosen before they were even born. They also have tails, which is often used to maintain some sort of balance and they live in a leaner hierarchy in which more than one individual may be dominant enough to dominate other members of lower rank. Now I could go on and on about this type of primate but let me name this distinctive primate. Their called Saiyans. The other primates on this world are called monkeys. And so many similarities exist between the two. If you want, I could give you a lesson sometime child. Maybe then you will learn how simple minded your race truly is to be compared to an ANIMAL we have here on earth.”

Jinsoku took another breath before he went on again. “As for this god you speak of, you can say my faith is a little shaken in him. I don’t see how he could allow such animals to roam on our planet with little sense of the word equality. How can you even talk of keeping us in order when we have been in order for centuries before you pathetic animalistic punks showed up? Again your lack of knowledge about our entire history befools you. This concept of survival of the fittest is a belief not a fact. What sort of belief system promotes the idea that not having enough power means that you haven’t worked hard enough for what you do have? What sort of belief system places the blame for economic, social or personal hardships squarely on the shoulders of those individuals who must carry them? Is it ignorance or is it arrogance? My vote goes to arrogance, It seems our world is being shaped more and more by a “survival of the fittest” mentality thanks to you saiyans. The structure of this society is constantly being underpinned by policies that seek to ‘blame’ individuals for their own position within society without taking into account the socially constructed framework in which those individuals exist. Under such policy suppositions incentives to understand others such as us humans and to help those less fortunate within OUR planet are slowly being whittled away. Along with this trend we now have aggressive battle mind ridden saiyans rallying their followers to sit in judgment en mass over others on our planet in an attempt to define and confine the rights of those deemed ‘different’ or ‘weaker’. You can see how this might happen under the mistaken and arrogant ‘survival of the fittest’ belief that ‘other’ races are made poor, powerless or irrelevant, by their own actions.”

Jinsoku yet again took another few breaths before continuing to speak, deluging out more on the term the boy used. “The flip side of the ‘survival of the fittest mentality’ also means that if some race or person is doing more poorly than you in their own society, they are less likely to provide you with any kind of challenge. Therefore if another race is doing badly they become less competitive. In an increasingly cutthroat society the saiyans have made while their time here, many people, human and saiyan alike can now be seen to have a vested interest in oppressing others for this very reason. Do you see the chaos your race has helped bring to this planet now boy? Or did I use to many big words and phrases that your incoherent mind can’t handle?”

Jinsoku had finally finished speaking, his long speech managing to have given him more energy to fight with, or at least move around and kick as he could still feel his hands throbbing from the heated pain the ki energy ball had caused him. Of course, he knew that the young boy probably had gained enough of his energy back as well, but for Jinsoku to prolong the fight even by just a little bit could help him in the long run in case the young kid make a mental error or something. But for now, Jinsoku would hold off attacking once more as he wanted to get the reaction from the long and winded speech he had just given, whether it be a direct attack with no words, facial expression or a few words and then an attack Jinsoku would be ready to carry the fight on.

[Haku]

Haku was amused. He liked being compared to a lion, but it wasn't that which caused him so much mirth; it was the absurd idea of mice being capable of overwhelming one, and mucho so, the fact that the masked man was comparing himself to them with such dignity and pride in his words. The boy could imagine the man's face full of hope as if his words meant anything at all and he could do nothing less than cover his mouth and repress his urge to break out in utter laughter.

His grin was then fueled further by the man's lecture on compassion and love. He completely missed the point, Haku thought. The masked man now spoke to defend the human name by claiming that their history wasn't all about fighting and deceit, and then he went on and said how saiyans are so similar. That was it!

"Quite hypocritical to judge another race when the very race you are has so many similarities!”

That was the perfect ending for the man's speech. Hakusai knew exactly how to respond to it. He was never judging humans; in fact, that was the most amusing part of their history. The rest was boring and stupid, selling ideas of false peace amongst their brethren. In that moment, Haku wasn't looking down on them or reflecting over the wrongs of their actions -for the saiyans are exactly the same, if not worse. He indulged it. His point was that saiyans colonizing the humans was simply natural selection in its finest. Set aside the old and bring in the new, why waste time judging pitiful humans?

Unfortunately, the man's speech hadn't ended there and Haku lost his chance to answer so fervently. Haku's amusement soon dulled into boredom and every time his mouth continued to run it downgraded further into annoyance, stress, and finally anger. The boy clenched his fists tightly and stared impartially at the man. Does he ever shut up!? he thought. By now, Haku didn't even know what the man was talking about. A wild guess said he was trying to insult saiyans by comparing them to another creature. Next he heard 'god', 'animalistic punks', 'survival of the fittest', he just couldn't keep up with all the nonsensical babbling.

Haku had been extremely patient. They must have wasted at-least five minutes just so the man could finish talking. But fortunately, Haku's punch line somewhat returned with the final words: "Do you see the chaos your race has helped bring to this planet now boy?"

The saiyan child smirked, hiding the obvious irritation. He wasn't expecting the human to speak so much, he thought he would've been egged by his words into engaging him further into close-combat -but that was not the case.

"You like talking don't you..." he spoke in that same boring stare. 'I don't remember saying we weren't' is what he wanted to say, but the chance for that phrase was gone and saying so now would be out of context. Instead, as a second attempt to anger the human and drive him into close-quaters, "tell me, did you get it from your pathetic father or your cunt of a mother?"

[Jinsoku Akuma]

(Name calling on his dead parents? Please. Kid just jealous of my mad speech skills. Also I see the flaw in my speech you speak of…this makes me very very sad.)

As Jinsoku talked and talked, partly to pass the time so he could regain some energy and partly to defend humanity, he noticed the young boy towards the second half of his speech started to look a tad angry, Jinsoku noticing his fist balling up. Jinsoku wasn’t clear on whether it was the stuff in the speech making the boy angry, or just the ongoing speech that prolonged their battle. Nevertheless, it had played its part. Jinsoku was now more rested as the speech took a good five minutes before completion. Jinsoku was ready to attack but the boy’s words made him stop that initial approach. The boy’s first words weren’t as important as what he said after them. Jinsoku balled up his hands into fists. His parents were a touchy subject, having both been murdered by saiyans while they were helpless…what made it worse was that Jinsoku had not been there to at least try and stop them...no...instead he was off trying to ‘improve’ their situation by trying to pull of something stupid.

“You know nothing of my parents… do not speak about them child.” Jinsoku wasn’t going to wait for a response from the young boy; the little jab about his parents seemed to set Jinsoku off. Jinsoku quickly dashed forward and again waited until he was just a few yards away from the boy before he leaped into the air and came down quickly aiming his left foot towards the boy’s face. If it landed, he would use the boy’s face to jump off, do a quick front flip and then use both of his heels to jam the young saiyan in the back, again if this hit it would propel Jinsoku forward in which he would quickly turn around and hover in the air a several yards off the ground.

(Short post but I was like Blah the entire time trying to think of what to say. Also...where did that kid learn such a word? Cunt. Gah awful parents he must have, Saiyans never made good parents. Look at Goku and Vegeta as prime examples. )

[Haku]

Haku smirked. His opponent was easily egged into initiating combat just as before. Everything was going according to plan. The boy focused his eyes, following the cloaked blur; but as expected, from the moment he veered out of place the boy lost track of his location. He grinned and screamed to the air a powerful kiai wave produced from his bowels and through the vocal cords. "Seems like I hit a nerve there!" he said.

The sound wave would propagate from all around him with virtually no escape; it wouldn't only flick his opponent away, but cause him to cringe as his reverberating voice intruded his head. Haku would look up and smile satisfactorily at the results of his technique and jump up high in the air to create the effect of flight and torpedo back down, landing on the man's stomach with both feet. Haku laughs and attempts to grab the pinned man with his left.

"Now you can't get away from me!" he said, as he began to thrust his other clenched fist, interchanging between his face and his abdomen.

[Jinsoku Akuma]

Just as the dark clothed masked man started to come down with his first attack, the young boy screamed and let loose a very powerful wave of invisible ki immediately pushing Jinsoku away and through the air, the intense sound of the scream also penetrating his head and creating a massive ringing sound. Jinsoku landed back on the ground creating small cracks in the ground, his eyes could only watch, as the young kid wasn’t done. The young saiyan’s feet collided with Jinsoku’s stomach the power of the attack now creating a small crater in the ground. What was going through Jinsoku’s mind was pretty straightforward. Pain. Intense agonizing pain. After the stomach kick, Jinsoku’s body felt like it couldn’t move. Is this it? Is this my final hoorah? Is this my envoy? As his head still rung from the intense sound, he watched with somewhat blurry eyes as the young saiyan grabbed him, said something, and started to rotate his one handed beating between his masked face and his abdomen.

Jinsoku continued to take the rotating beating, his entire body almost numb to any more pain as it throbbed. With each punch to his face, his mask cracked. With each punch to his stomach, what strength he had garnered back slowly left. Soon it felt like Jinsoku was alone with his thoughts, the beatings too ‘boring’ consistent to break his life thoughts. I did what had to be done...I finally stepped up and out of the shadows…was this all-short lived? Would this have made my parents proud of me? Was it to little...to late? His mask cracked some more near his right eyehole. I tried…I did my best…or at least…What I thought was my best.. Jinsoku closed his eyes, the ringing in his head from the scream finally starting to go away.

Jinsoku stood in an area surrounded by complete whiteness. “Where am I?” Jinsoku looked around, he saw nothing but the color white. Having thought he heard a noise behind him he turned around. Standing upright and smiling at him were his parents. “Mom….Dad?”  They both continued to smile at him as they nodded their head. Jinsoku smiled but knew they couldn’t see it as he was wearing his current clothing, which included most of his mask cracked. His started to walk toward them all while talking to them. “Mom, dad I missed you so much…I tried to win...I tried to be different...I tried to be great…Maybe I help change someone from bad to good…But I don’t know…I feel as if I let so many people down…” [/color] He had finally made it to them and stopped, his head down looking at the...floor? of whiteness. He suddenly felt someone’s hand on the side of his face Wait...my mask.., the touch was smooth and pleasant. He knew it was his mom. She used to do it all the time when he felt sad or discouraged.

Jinsoku’s own hand went to touch his face as well; his mask was gone. His scars...they were gone too. He then listened as his mother looked at him with the same smile and spoke. “If you feel like you’ve left so many people unchanged…then why are you stopping? That’s not the Jin I know. The Jin I know would keep on doing what he needed to do and not give up no matter what. It’s what you did to help your father and me all those years.” Jinsoku watched as she then pointed at his chest, his dark uniform was gone, now replaced by a larger t-shirt he use to wear when he was a small kid. “You need to dig deep inside that heart of yours and find the strength to keep going. You can change people Jinsoku. You just have to be strong and believe in yourself hard enough to do it.” Jinsoku looked up from the ground into his mother’s eyes. She…was right…He could do it…he knew he could do it...he’s done it before...and…and he wasn’t done. Jinsoku smiled as he looked at his mom and then his dad. “Thank you...thank you both. I won’t stop...I promise.”  His mom and dad returned to the same positions there were in when he first saw them, smiling and holding each other as they looked at him. They soon vanish and his dark clothed uniform and cracked mask returned. Jinsoku then closed his eyes.

Jinsoku’s eyes opened up, his face and stomach were still getting pulverized by the young saiyan’s free hand. Jinsoku wasn’t numb anymore, he could still feel whatever strength he had left and yes, he could feel the immense pain his body was in. But he wasn’t done. Not yet. He made a promise…he made a promise to his parents. Jinsoku reached out with his right hand and attempted to grab and stop the next punch to his masked face. “I’m not done kid. Not by a long shot.” Jinsoku would then muster some strength up and jolt his body forward in an attempt to head butt the kid. If that succeeded, his mask area around his right eyehole would crack some more and then break apart revealing some of his scars and his white glass eye. Hoping his head butt had knocked the saiyan kid back a few feet; he would quickly scramble back to his feet and then lift himself into the air using the ability of flight. Inspired by his mother’s words, he would continue to fight. He would continue to change people. Jinsoku would then hold out his arm and open his hand as red energy started to form from his palm. A few seconds later, the red orb of ki energy was the size of a grapefruit and it was heading straight for the small saiyan child.

[Haku]

"HAhahahahahah!"

The youthful howl of the saiyan child filled the desolate skies of that fateful day. His face was lit up like a little human boy in an amusement park as he continued to vigorously slam his clenched fist into the man's masked visage and the deepest vowels of his guts. With every blow the mask would crack and his body would scream in agony, searching for the mercy his mind was too proud to plead for; if he asked, would Haku have given it? Probably... Maybe not...

The boy would not stop even after his gloved hand was stained in the blood of his victim. Poor human thought they stood a chance against saiyans, foolish to think they could battle their masters; naive enough to think they are actually thinking when they are not. Stupid humans assume they have the right to anything at all when the only right they possess is to be quiet and serve their superiors. This was truth. This is the way of life, the natural selection of mother nature choosing evolution over primitive and weak worms like the homo sapiens. For centuries they were at the top of the food chain, and did anyone protest? No. So why must they struggle so frivolously whence their time had arrived?

This is what saiyans had been taught since a young age, and the only ones who question those beliefs is because they are either low-class weaklings or arrogant elites conceited enough to form a conspiracy against The King and yearn for control over the settlement. But alas, there was something about these humans which kept surprising the young and ignorant boy. It was their resilience. Their ability to get back up against the odds and push back their predecessors.

This was the final blow to silence the silly man. Haku would purge that mask and reveal the face of this rebellious act, staring at his eyes all the while when his fist was suddenly stopped by the man's hand.

"What!?" Haku exclaimed in disbelief. How could this man still have energy left in him to move? -Much less stop the power packed punch headed his way with nothing but a slight groan.

“I’m not done kid. Not by a long shot.” the man spoke and drove his head against the boy's gut, sending him sprawling back across the field. Hakusai was flabbergasted and furthermore in despair as he rose back up with rage at this insolent being who dared defy and challenge his authority. He hated that. He hated when people questioned his status and much more when they questioned his power. That man would learn, but for now he was dazzled by the eye of this mysterious and nameless man whom had refused to show his face. "Who are you, human!?" it was inevitable. When a fighter made themselves seem worthy of a proper fight, when they persist for this long against great might; it is not Haku who is belittled, but the human who is underestimated. He needed to know the name of the face of the man who fed bark to the fire of rebellion and withstood his own against a saiyan elite such as this boy, Haku, from the Saiyan Empire of The King.

By the time he had asked though, the man had already launched his attack which whirred down. The boy thought about counter with his own, but the mere thought brought attention to the pain in his chest. Haku snarled and rolled under the attack just in time. The ground behind him roared and cracked, spreading shrapnel and dirt in the air, but not enough to effectively obscure either one of their vision. Haku stared above from below with a troubled face of frustration as he pondered how he would get to where the nameless man was. He could easily dodge a ki blast if Haku tried, which would result in loss of valuable energy. The best course of action was waiting. That man couldn't possibly keep up with the energy attacks while flying at the same time for too long; if he did, at this distance, the boy could evade them just like the last.

Eventually, the man would have to fly down to attack Haku -and when he did, the boy would make sure he couldn't go back up.

[Jinsoku Akuma]

Jinsoku was glad to know that he had enough will, strength, and speed left to stop the next punch. His next attack also succeeded within his gut collided with the boy’s stomach forcing him back and allowing Jinsoku to escape to the air and fire off his energy blast just as the boy asked for his name. Jinsoku grimaced as he saw the young saiyan boy roll out of the way just in time Damnit…I’m low on energy all together….I have enough for maybe one more…but it’s not going to be big...I have to use it strategically.. Jinsoku watched, as the boy seemed to be waiting for him to make the next attack. Jinsoku smiled, the saiyan boy wasn’t entirely stupid. He seems to understand battle tactics that’s for sure. Did he deserve to know his name? Their battle so far has been one of Jinsoku’s most difficult...and this was from a child.

“My name…is Jinsoku. Jinsoku Akuma. It’s a name you won’t soon forget... of course meaning you manage to live through this fight. And what of your name boy?” Jinsoku was curious of the boy’s name. If they both somehow survived this, he knew that would meet again somewhere in the future. Of course, he still needed to devise a plan on how to use the last of his energy up wisely and hope that it’s the last strike of this fight. Waiting for a response from the young boy about his name could possible give the time he needed to come up with such plan. After that, it was all a matter of execution. Execution of this next move could spell defeat or victory for the masked man. Jinsoku hoped he would be on the winning side.

He could see victory in his grasps. Surely the boy’s intelligence didn’t outweigh his. He needed a perfect plan and a perfect execution. There was no way he could lose if his plan was solid and his execution was flawless. Come on…think…think…think… As Jinsoku’s brain racked over possible ideas, none of them were flawless. None of them were perfect. His time was running out and he knew the boy wouldn’t wait long for a strike before he would attempt to strike at him somehow.

[Haku]

Haku rest a hand over his chest to inspect the cracked armor. The masked man had a hard head, just like his personality, but saiyan armor wasn't something which broke so easily. The shoulder pads were slightly chipped around the edges but he hadn't really been injured too seriously. The boy gazed above to the fleeting image of his foe hovering in the blue skies. He snarled, annoyed by his gutless tactics. If he ever learned how to fly, it wouldn't be so he could pave distance between his enemy, but so he could chase after his prey.

Haku recalled Kal's readings on the scouter shades about the man's fighting prowess. "92%" he murmurred to himself. Haku couldn't help but smirk fervently. If he was 92% his power, then that meant his ki was probably in par with his own -if not weaker. Knowing himself he very well knew his enemy. It was only a matter of time; in the end, all he was doing was buying time, but when his energy finally drains Haku would sill have just enough to finish him off. -And if he decided to attack, Haku could just repel him with his kiai once again. The boy's battle plan was seemingly flawless, and the best part is that he doesn't even have to move a muscle to make it work.

"Tell me, Jinsoku Akuma, why do you hide behind a mask? Are you afraid of me? -Afraid that I'll discover who you are and track down your family and friends? I can see it in your eyes, those hardened cold eyes, you've had a rough life; but that's no excuse for cowardice. Why not be a man and face me with your true self, I'm not wearing a mask, am I?"

[Jinsoku Akuma]

Jinsoku grunted as the young boy didn’t reveal his name but instead asked why Jinsoku wore a mask. Shaking his head Jinsoku responded. “You’re just a child boy. What do you know of a rough life? You’re a saiyan child and I can bet that your life has been all sunshine and roses. You think I hide my face because of cowardice? Heh, such a naive child you are. You’re a saiyan; you should not question someone else’s cowardice by the way they dress but by their actions on the battlefield. This is my true self. I do have deeper reasons for wearing the clothing that I adorn, but I will not explain them to a saiyan child that I barely even know.”

Jinsoku finished speaking, an idea had finally popped into his head. It was risky…and it was based on a chance of what the young boy would do…but right now. It was the only plan that seemed like it would work. Especially given the wait it out tactic that the young boy seemed to be employing. Jinsoku would wait for a minute or two to give the boy time to make another remark, whether he did so or not Jinsoku would quickly charge up another grapefruit sized energy ball and hurl it at the saiyan once more. This time however it was aimed lower and would most likely hit around the saiyans feet, of course assuming that the saiyan didn’t move. Otherwise it would collide when the battered rubble on the ground, either way it would produce a smoke cloud. Almost immediately after the energy ball exploded, whether it hit the saiyan boy or not. Jinsoku would use every ounce of endurance and speed he had left to close the gap between him and the young saiyan boy, using the smoke that would appear from the energy ball to conceal his appearance for a few seconds.

Jinsoku assumed the boy would jump back or to the side to avoid the blast altogether and thus he appeared out of the smoke and wherever the boy had jumped to, Jinsoku would be in his face. “How’s this for cowardice!” Jinsoku shot his head forward, aiming for a head butt. Jinsoku hoped that with whatever sturdiness his mask had, it would provide a little extra damage if his head butt landed against the forehead of the young boy. If it did indeed land, the rest of the mask would shatter revealing the full scared face of the man and the body of Jinsoku would land on the ground, this time fully drained of energy. He had put everything he had into that attack. Whether it succeeded or not, Jinsoku’s battle was over. Win or lose. He knew he had given it his all...it was now up to the rest of the humans to finish this fight now. Jinsoku hoped…for the sake of humanity that the humans would win the battle at the gate. Lying on the ground, his face against the cold ground, Jinsoku smiled. Jinsoku rarely smiled. He had hope. They all did.

[Haku]

MUSIC

Haku grinned. It seemed Jinsoku didn't realize the irony behind his words. He was quick to refute the boy's claims of him being a coward, but what other reason could there be behind wearing a mask other than hiding one's face? Wasn't hiding from the enemy an act of fear? And what of his actions; flying to safety and attacking from afar where his opponent could not reach, it was almost as bad as striking someone's back. The masked man's fighting tactics were full of delusions and deciet, using his speed to veil his presence -and even now, when the saiyan child thought the man was about to show a modicum of spirit, he was deceived yet again.

The saiyan boy braced himself as the silhouette of the hooded man, elluded by the rays of the sun, formed another sphere of ground crushing energy and power. "I'm disappointed in you," Haku frowned. "Repeating the same tactics? Is this all you can do?" The energy ball was almost as fast as the one launching it, but with their great distance Haku dodged it just like the first and rolled under it. The land beneath his feet rumbled like a drum to the impact of the ki blast. The ground cracked and cratered, dust rose from the ashes and covered the land in a sheet of black smoke.

Haku covered his mouth and nose with his forearm. His misty eyes burned to the detrimental fumes and just as he was about to dash out of the debris cloud to surprise his assailant; unfortunately, Haku pulled out the short end of the stick. The ground began to shake violently, causing the boy to lose his balance as a powerful gust of wind suddenly spanned across the landscape, taking the cloud of smoke with it. The first thing he saw was a bright pillar of light behind him, reflected from the iris of Jinsoku's eyes. He gasped, dilated eyes gaping awestruck as the masked man rammed against his forehead. Haku was seeing stars as his body flailed back wildly, gradually it descended until he was grinding through the dirt. Metal chunks of armor chipped off his suit.

Finally reaching a screeching halt, the boy was speechless and gazed dumbstuck at the sky above him. His face felt humid. Haku slipped his hand over his forehead and observed it; blood. "He... hurt me?" the boy uttered in disbelief. Haku pulled himself out of the rubble; now standing straight, the blood streamed down his face. He probed his body to find other injuries, and more blood spilling from one of his knees. His black and brown armor was ruined: he lost a shoulder blade along with half of his chest and the lower pieces around his thigh. The black spandex underneath was also torn at the edges.

Haku gimaced as tears welled up in his eyes. "It hurts!" he cried, placing his hand over his forhead. The blood branching down his arm and dripped towards the soil. Haku had been through rigorous trainings with his father and simulators and all kinds of different methods, and they were much more painful -but this one, this pain was accompanied by something worse; shame. Jinsoku had made a mistake. He made it so his attack couldn't miss, but he didn't make sure the boy would die or at-least knock out. Saiyans were hard headed individuals and now he would have to endure a child's tantrum.

The boy was furious and crawled out of his little hole, walking sluggishly through the lethargic path marking his displacement. "IT HUUUUUUURTS!" he wailed into the air. The boy made his way to his agressor, who laid languid on the ground. There were traces of his mask decorated on the floor, Haku stared at his eyes and beamed a weak smile from ear to ear. He could imagine the terror Jinsoku must be feeling to discover the boy still had energy to move -or drag his feet at-least.

-Cut Music-

"Oh, good... you're awake," he stuttered with a dry tone, fliping the man's body on his back so Haku could get a clear view of his scarred face; the face of his enemy. "Hehehe," he chuckled, "I can't believe... I let you hit me like that... Let's make sure IT DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN!" the boy's first thrust through the bowels had so much passion, he was yearning to hear the man scream in agony -and as he did, Haku would laugh just as much to compensate and keep balance of law and nature. For someone to suffer so much, someone else much laugh just as much; law of equivalent exchange. Haku would twist his fist, bring it back, look at the man's face, and then strike again. He treated it like a game, keeping scores as he attempted to go deeper everytime.

"I wonder!" he teased, "How many thrusts will it take to get to the center of a hero-wannabe tootsie, like you!"

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[Tenshu]

Not only had Roosevelt and Mark failed in their objective to incapacitate kal, it appeared that Jinsoku had also been unsuccessful in routing Haku. It was nothing to be ashamed of, Haku was after all a prodigy saiyan, one of the elites. Each thrust that Haku made into the human was just another bitter reminder of their defeat here.

Children flew through the sky behind them as the abduction continued to swell the saiyan numbers and hinder the resistance. Even Aice at the village was having a decidedly hard time combating his two opponents. The fact was that while the hope was there, and while the vigor to fight was present, the organization was not. The saiyans had men everywhere, and even as Haku beat down on the only remaining rebel in sight, the remaining saiyans began to watch, pushing each other out of the way to get a view of the eight year old pummeling a helpless human into the dirt.

This would last for only a moment as a sound rang through the air like a gunshot. A yell that not a single one of them could ignore.

"Back to your posts!"

Each of the brutish men looked back for only a moment before rushing back to their respected positions. A shirtless Kal made a slow walk towards the boy. His own energy exhausted from showing off in his own fight. Each footstep making an impression in the soft dirt, and covering his shoes in the fallen blood of both warriors. His arm outstretched and caught the young boy's fist, stopping it in mid flight.

"Hakusai. Thats enough"

He said, putting his other arm in between the boy's arm and body and picking him up so that he could stand on his own two feet. Letting go of his fist and reaching into his back pocket, the goth pulled out a rag that he usually used as a face mask while riding his bike. This time however it was wrapped gently around the boy's head. Getting down on one knee so that he could be the same height as his partner Kal ran his left arm down the base of Haku's chest and pulled him in for a light hug. This was the reason Kal was in charge of the children, his compassion for their needs was seen through his devastating combat abilities.

"You did good. We won"

It didn't really feel like a win. The gate was destroyed, the abduction was still going on when it should have been finished minutes ago, and Kal felt like his muscles were going to explode. Nonetheless the bloodied human on the ground seemed to be defeated, and the other two obliterated... or so they thought.

"Shirtless man needs help with body tone"

The thick northern accent was unmistakeable. Serge had finally arrived, Mark standing wearily behind him, his eyes glued to Kal who gazed back at them.

"I have no interest in fighting with you brute. Take your human and leave before you regret it"

Under a normal circumstance Serge would have busted Kal's teeth in for such a rude remark, but seeing Jinsoku the way he was, and with Mark also in bad shape, fighting a dozen different saiyans was not a smart move. Stepping forward the man walked by the partner saiyans and picked up Jinsoku by his right arm, hauling him over his burly shoulders.

"Next time we brawl saiyan!"

He said nodding to Mark, and then begining the walk off away from the gate. Tido would have to finish Broc alone, but at least Mark and Jinsoku had survived the encounter. With the rebel's dignity shattered, they walked away from the gate.

At least they were alive to tell about it.

(Saiyans win the gate. Each member may have a final post to sum up their feelings before leaving.)