The First Abduction (The Gate)

[Tenshu]

"Come on get in! We haven't got all day!"

A loud brutish saiyan yelled as the human's began their march through the gate of the courtyard to meet their fate. Perhaps it was the feeling in the air that day, or Tido's show of force from before, but something grew within this crowd. They needed retribution. They wanted their children's freedom...

"This is getting old"

Kal said, his body lounged over the side wall watching the lower class saiyans pushing the human's along through the gate. He had been assigned gate duty in order to ensure all human's found their way to the spire. He would have rather been up on the spire with Broc, but the time to be an apprentice was long passed, as he had students of his own. Particularly Haku. God only knows where that boy was. He was assigned to watch the gate as well, it seemed a little over the top considering how easily the human's were pushed around, but Kal wouldn't argue. To much energy went into questioning authority. No he would lounge back and wait for things to unfold around him.

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"Damn it"

His voice was kept low as he slowly trudged through the gates towards the spire. This human like many had been pushed too far, and although he did not have a stake in the day's abduction it burned him to the core to think that defenseless children could be made into slaves. His heart raced thinking of his passed battles with the saiyan forces. He was not a warrior! He was not even a high member of society. Yet he longed for the freedom denied to his fellow man. Suddenly his brain caught up with his hearts demands, and his body came to a full hault. The saiyan behind him instantly inflamed with impatience.

"You idiot keep moving"

He said grabbing onto the Human's shoulder and pushing him forward. It was in that moment that someone joined Tido's cause. Perhaps unknowingly, but certainly not unprovoked. Mark's right hand swung around, his fist planting in the cheek of the saiyan behind him. Without his training with the Icer he would never have possessed the strength necessary to knock the brute back, and the other human's would immediately be stopped by the brazen action of their comrade. Yet after a surprised moment from both the grounded saiyan, and the garbage man whom had struck him, the people around them began to do what they had long since wanted to. Riot.

The lower class saiyans were almost immediately overwhelmed by the sheer numbers, and suddenly Kal had a problem. Leaning over the edge of the gate his eyebrow's raised. Never before had the Human's stood up against them, at least not in the time that Kal had been alive. This act of rebellion was surprising to say the least, but now it was clear why Kal had been put on gate duty.

"Haku, wherever you are get your ass in gear kid!"

He yelled, scanning the area in order to get a feel for the situation. Most of the human's could be put down, but there were a few that clearly would not go down without a fight. But who were they?

(The members in this thread are: Kal, Mark, Haku, Roosevelt, Jinsoku)

[Jinsoku Akuma]

It was the first tear. It was the first cry out of ‘Mommy’. It was the first child being torn from his parent’s arms. That’s all it took for Jinsoku knowing he HAD to do SOMETHING. He had to do something in the public’s eye. He was so used to staying being the scenes, staying in the shadows and working to help humans in areas and scenes they were so concluded. This would of course be different. Jinsoku slowly stepped out from the comforts of his shadows. He now stood in the open streets, humans moving slowly toward a space shuttle that would take them to the spire. A bunch of saiyans were pushing and shoving the humans along. Slowly, Jinsoku started to pick his first target. The time was near. Suddenly, Jinsoku’s concentration was broken. During Jinsoku’s target scanning, he watched as a Human struck back against a saiyan, pushing the saiyan away. That seemed to start up a riot as more humans started to strike back against their saiyan oppressors.

At first, Jinsoku was . He was to see nearly all of the capable humans fighting against the saiyan. Jinsoku shook his head No time to look on. I must enter the fray! And with that, Jinsoku picked the nearest saiyan out, one saiyan who was beating down a much older man, and stopped his next strike by grabbing a hold of the saiyans’ arm. The saiyan barely managed to utter out a word before Jinsoku’s other hand came around and nailed the saiyan right in the face. The speed and force of the punch was good enough to make the saiyan stumble back and fall. Speaking to no one in particular, Jinsoku spoke out. “For years we Humans have been forced under your rule! To hide in the shadows or become someone’s slave!! But now we have the numbers and the strength to fight! This is the beginning of a new era!!! An Era of Equality!! An Era of REBELLION!!” By now the saiyan had gotten back up and smirked at Jinsoku’s words, mentioning that were nothing but meaningless words. Of course, Jinsoku’s words seemed to have inspired some humans around him as they all bum rushed the saiyan. Jinsoku smiled underneath his mask as more humans got into the fray. Jinsoku could feel all kinds of words and emotions moving through him. Rising up into the air to where he could see the entire gate area, his voice would boom out this time. It was to every single human that was near.

“Time for change has finally come!! Very soon the tyrannical reign of the saiyans regime will be over! You and your children will no longer have to walk the street’s afraid!! It’s time to TAKE BACK THIS AREA!! For a century saiyans have possessed our human lives BUT NO LONGER WILL THEY HOLD US DOWN!! I will not rest until this entire city is ridden of saiyans!! And once that goal is achieved!! WE WILL TAKE BACK OUR PLANET!! THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN!

As Jinsoku finished speaking, he charged up a red energy ball and shot it toward a group of saiyans that were coming into the city, the ball hitting one saiyan and exploding, creating up dust all around the gate entrance. Yes, the time was finally here. The revolution was in full swing. IF they were to lose this day, then Jinsoku would have died, as he was not going to live and see saiyans stomp out a revival of the human spirit, a revitalization of human strength. They. Were Going. To. Succeed.

[Haku]

"Well, this is fun..." he boy crooned with glee, making his presence known by Kal, and smirked at the turning of events. Initially, he was outraged to have been assigned to the GATE -away from all the abductions- but this little human outbreak was just the excuse he needed to pound some mongrels. It was rare for humans to rebel in the face a superior might, but it seemed that human from last time gave them some courage.

Haku surveyed the area, searching for the more capable looking warriors, "Take out the strongest and the rest fall apart..." he stated. But it wasn't that easy; just when he thought he spotted a strong one, he was proven wrong when he was struck in the face by another saiyan.

Suddenly, his attention was on the masked human who now preeched to his people and fed the sheep with words of glorified might. He spoke of a revolution and how saiyans would no longer suppress them. Haku smirked with delight. How ammusing, he thought. He didn't know whether he was the stronger human he was searching for, but at the moment, he served as a beacon of light and moral ground to inspire his fellow chimpanzees into the riot. Haku would love to stomp over their little hopes and dreams.

"Kal," he said, "read me his power level with your scouter shades..."

Haku stood expectantly with his arms folded over his chest and his tail wrapped firmly around his waist. His composure was that of a laid back individual without a care in the world. He knew this riot wouldn't last long, they just needed to take down the right people. Fighting each insignificant tailless ape would deem too dull and overexerting. Haku liked to fight, but humans were barely a challenge; at this rate, it was a task -a nuisance.

[Tenshu]

(Posting Order: Mark, Jinsoku, Haku, Kal, Roosevelt)

What the hell was going on? This human spoke not of a short riot, but of full fledged war with the saiyans. If what he was saying was even remotely true then Kal could expect some major backlash from the human's. Kal hadn't been there when the one human stood against two lower class saiyans, but the way this human spoke it was possible that he had been the one to deal with them. Worst of all now Haku was making his presence known, hopping into the fray of combat like he usually would. Then of all things he stopped to ask what the man's power level was, what the hell was he thinking!?

Granted Kal was already scanning the masked individual his attention drawn to him almost immediately. His glasses whizzed as the numbers began to pop up. The exact numbers were sketchy, and his scouter likely would have been unable to catch an accurate reading if not for the small orb of energy the man popped off. Its power was not very great, which told Kal that the man had very little control, but his exact stats would be unknown to him without a greater showing. His power level however did show. Haku did not fully understand PL so telling him the man's number would be pointless.

"He is 92% of your total power. Be cautious!"

A bead of sweat began to roll down his forehead. To be 92% of Haku's power level was impressive. Haku may have only been an eight year old child, but any saiyan should outright be beyond the power of a saiyan. Haku being equally matched was unbelievable for a human. His focus turned to the other Human, whom had begun fighting off the lower class saiyans, many of them unable to defend themselves against his glowing hands.

"His control is incredible"

He whispered with a sigh. This would be tougher than his though. His own hands gripping into fists and then leaping from the towering gate and into the combat. Surely both human's were not a match for Kal, but the fact that they existed brought him worry. Walking casually towards the human with the glowing Hands, Kal would seek to end him while Haku took on the other human. His worry for the boy was still present, but Haku was a saiyan after all, and no even power level was going to prevent him from being the victor.

[Roosevelt]

This was not how Roosevelt had expected the day to go.  He'd known for some time that the humans were under Saiyan rule, and that most of them were unhappy with it.  He'd even heard whispers of rebellion, though nobody had outright come to recruit him.  He suspected that being an android had something to do with that - in a world where your kind is being oppressed by another kind, it's not surprising for trust to be in short supply.

That didn't stop Roosevelt from helping, though.  He'd been a courier, for the most part, a glorified delivery boy at best.  But it helped.  He'd tried to teach them how to play baseball, and while the children had seemed interested, the adults were still wary of him.  That was fine, though.  They'd come around eventually, he just needed to show them that he was on their side.  Dr Clemens had been human, and all the others he'd known in his life before the capsule.  He liked humans.  They were a fascinating, wonderful species.  He'd known it as soon as he'd seen two teams of athletes shake hands after a game.  

Something told him that there would be no pleasantries at the end of this day.  

He'd managed to keep himself from getting rounded up by the Saiyans, by running and hiding mostly.  How much good could he do from the marching line, anyway?  He figured he should just hang back, baseball bat in hand, and wait for the opportunity to do some good.  He had no idea what that opportunity would be, or when it would come, but it had to come.

He was on a rooftop, watching helplessly when it happened.  His eyes went wide as a man in a mask spoke outwardly of rebellion.  His eyes narrowed back down however when he spotted a pair of Saiyans heading into the fray.  The small one seemed to be moving towards the masked man - who's apparent control of his ki indicated that he could handle himself.  So, Roosevelt decided that he should take the bigger one.

He leapt off the rooftop, and after a brief moment's freefall kicked his Angel Module into gear, soaring straight at Kal, bat in hand.

"BATTER UP!" He cried as he swung the bat at the betailed alien.

[Tenshu]

Mark's ki was just warming up. The white that laced his fingertips continued to feverishly glow as he looked around at the crowd. Some had indeed begun to riot. Other's took off back towards the village. The encounter was foreign to them, fighting for their very lives. One of the human's boldy stood and through a muffled mask spoke of freedom through rebellion. Is that what Mark had inspired? He only wished to see the weeping mothers quieted, and their children returned to them. Though it was remarkably stupid to think that his lonesome punch would spur any change. The man was right, it was either time to put up or be destroyed by the race that had so easily conquered them.

It was then that his eyes caught gaze of the other saiyan, his thin shades fell just below his pupils, his hair unkempt and solely placed at the peek of his head. The saiyan was Kal and though he could not sense power level, the way he walked with confidence and poise told Mark that this was no lowerclass grunt. Most of the lower class were busy chasing slaves back to the village, and two remaining circles had opened up, one that seemed to be forming between Mark and Kal, and the other between the outspoken rebel and a young boy. Mark gulped down his decision, the lump writhing down his throat, and sweat meeting his brow. He was a garbageman, not a fighter, and now his foolish actions would meet consequence. Raising his fists in front of his face like a man prepared for a drunken brawl he prepared his first punch, the Ki swirling around his hands. It was lucky for him that he was so talented in his Ki otherwise there would be no hope of surviving the encounter...or at least that is what he thought...

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Walking now with purpose Kal found himself face to face with the man whom had started the riot, his shades beeping at the prospect of finding out how truly powerful he was. Taking out a lower class saiyan was not easily accomplished by any normal human, but Kal was not a lower class saiyan. His armor proved his worth as an elite even if his overall demeanor proved otherwise.

"Human...You are only 15% of my powerlevel, is this really what you want to do?"

Kal couldn't understand it. The man was in employment of the saiyan's, he was not even a slave. His outer appearance bore the uniform of a civil servant, and his smell told Kal that this man either worked in garbage or sewage. Either way he was not at risk during the abduction. Why would he risk his life now? Why not in past experiences? No matter the answer Kal would find himself with the upper hand. Raising a single fist to chest height he would end this encounter quickly.

SWISH

If the noise itself hadn't been enough of a give away, the famous human tagline for the sport of baseball certainly would have given it away. His already occupied hand opened, and his feet swiveled so that he could be the aggressor head on. Catching the bat in his open palm and then being pushed back several feet by it Kal's glasses began to whirl once more. What was the man before him, and why had his glasses not noticed him sooner. The whirling continued as Kal proved strong enough to hold off the bat with a single hand, though not without some noticeable movement backwards.

Zzzt Data not found

Kal's face lit with confusion, his glasses had never told him such a thing before. Reading the powerlevel of someone took only seconds, and yet his scouter shared that it was impossible to tell. Letting out both a sigh of exasperation and a grunt of discomfort at the physical lock they had on one another the saiyan pushed forward ensuring that the man would have to move or step back by force.

"Damn thing, what a drag. Alright then fine, lets get this over with, the both of you"

He said, dropping both hands to his side, the puff of hair on his head igniting in a gust of wind that started at the saiyan's head and shot downward to his feet. His charging aura was sign of at least one thing, Kal had to take this seriously, a task he did not relish.

[Jinsoku Akuma]

Jinsoku stood in the air, surveying the battle below. Jinsoku was about to land and help out the weaker humans but he spotted someone dropping down from the tall gate. It had been many years since he had last seen him, but Jinsoku was sure. It was Kal. Of course, since then Jinsoku had changed his mask’s colors, as well as his overall dark uniform. Jinsoku’s eyes then shot to another saiyan whom Kal had just left; it was a small saiyan kid. He too had jumped form the gat and landed against the ground and seemingly headed toward where Jinsoku was in the air. Hmm..they let their own children brawl in the streets…something tells me this isn’t a normal saiyan child…no he was standing beside Kal for a reason.. Slowly Jinsoku descended back to the ground, he noticed a circle started to form around Jinsoku and the now arrived young saiyan. His concentration was now fully on the young saiyan, unaware of Kal or any others. Jinsoku noticed the appearance of the young boy saiyan; Jinsoku had seen outlandish appearances before from the saiyans. But he had never seen a young boy with one. Jinsoku didn’t really want to fight such a young boy, yet he knew that this battle was inevitable.

“A shame they allow such younglings to enter the fray of a death battle…but I’m not too surprised. The saiyans are barbarians and would do anything to get or maintain their power. Why not go home, boy? There is no victory to be had here. We may lose this battle, but our spirits will be forever heightened. Our strength will get more and more enormous. Soon we will become as one with this planet as the grass is with the dirt. We will flow harder than the wind through the skies.”

Jinsoku had never truly been one with the words, preferably staying silent and in the shadows. But things change. Rebellions start. Some people rise to the challenge while others wither away or continue to shy away from the unavoidable change. Jinsoku had arisen. He felt it was time for his voice to be truly heard. It was time for him become an outspoken member of the human race. Whether his words would be taken in by the young saiyan or not, Jinsoku wasn’t going anywhere. He was ready to do battle with the youngling.

[Haku]

The boy snickered with joy. 92% eh? he thought. It seemed these turn of events would turn out to be more amusing than he anticipated. He was surprised, yes, but the boy skipped the whole process of astonishment and doubt and jumped straight into the inevitable eagerness his saiyan blood pumped in along with the adrenaline produced by the mere thought of a good fight. The best part was, this fight was probably to the death -so he was allowed to go all out.

Already the boy had made an important assessments regarding his opponent; he could fly. He could see very clearly, like cellophane, how quickly his amusing battle could turn into an annoying skirmish. If his adversary were to find out Hakusai couldn't perform the art of Bukujustu and lift his body into the air, then the cowardly human would most likely take advantage of that flaw; it was his only flaw -without considering his tail of course, but, that weakness was tightly and securely fastened along his waist.

Shortly after Kal engaged the rebels, Haku hopped off the gate ever so elegantly and landed over a person's head like a stepping stone, grounding their face to the floor as he continued to walk towards the masked man as if nothing had happened. His face was impartial; his narrowly opened and disinterested eyes repressed his wide grin for a later and more appropriate time. His arms were crossed the entire time and remained as such until further notice.

At last, his long awaited smirk crept up his small and young visage after partaking in the man's naive proclamations. A child he may be, but underestimating him would be a dire mistake. "You must be a seer..." he said, lifting his chin high with that belittling smug look in his face. "I promise you will definitely 'become one with the earth' once I grind you to the dirt you call home."

[Roosevelt]

Roosevelt looked at Kal.  If he'd not heard so many stories about the prowess of the Saiyan race in a fight, he might have been that his wild swing had done absolutely nothing.  Instead, he shook his head and landed softly on the ground.  He tapped his bat against the heel of each shoe and adjusted his ball cap casually.  If he'd had some bubblegum, he'd have blown a bubble.  He was the picture of American Baseball.

"Looks like we've graduated to the Big Leagues," he said to Mark, raising his eyes to meet the human's.  "Whaddaya say we knock this one here outta the park?"

He didn't wait for Mark's reply.  He instead banked on teamwork, and dashed to Kal's left, where he pivoted sharply on his toes and launched himself at the Saiyan.  As he soared, he twisted and spun in the air, aiming a nasty flying roundhouse at the alien's neck.  He hoped that Mark had some kind of plan for this Double Play, because if he had to fight Kal alone, he was most certainly the underdog.

"WATCHAAA!"

[Tenshu]

Fifteen percent!?

His eyes widened at the idea. Mark was no math whiz but he knew when the odds were out of his favor. The numbers were unreal! His hands were still glowing with the bright white energy, yet they shook with fear as the realization of his situation began to sink in. This was one of Broc's men, and he was not a simple minded idiot like the majority of the saiyan's he came across. Suddenly the prospect of escape seemed far more reasonable than anything else, and perhaps Mark would have decided to make a strategic withdrawal if not for what happened next. Another man, this one, almost in a comical fashion, thrusted a baseball bat at Kal, and was all but denied the chance to take his head clean off of his shoulders. The saiyan spoke but Mark was still overcome with fear.

"I..."

He watched as the other human, or at least it appeared, continued the assault calling for Mark's aid. His leg spun perfectly, gliding through the air, only to be blocked by the saiyan's dual upper arms coming up in defense...

Could Mark really do anything?

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Shit he's fast

Kal recanted, his arm's hardly making it up in time to take the kick. While his strength was not all that to ride home about, his speed was easily comparable to Kal. Dropping his guard for even a moment would give this quick fighter the upper hand. But...was he serious? As if out of a bad kung fu movie this guy came out of no where. He didn't look like one of the peasants, and strangest of all the scouter couldn't read him. What other surprises did this guy posses? His focus was lost on Mark as his own counter attack became apparent. His right arm going from its narrow defense would wrap upwards, his elbow going over the extended leg so that Kal could spin inwards towards the man's body. Once there his left elbow would deliver a strike aimed for the man's face.

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Kal moved with equal precision, and suddenly the thought of running was lost on Mark. This man, a total stranger, had jumped in to help Mark, and he was not about to let that go unaided. His own hands still shaking rose up in front of him. He was not fast enough to compete with Kal or the new fighter for that matter, but his energy could do the trick, especially with Kal preoccupied in physical combat. He couldn't wait, and would release the energy just as he was taught, all of the power he could muster from them flying towards Kal. Roosevelt was either struck by the elbow, or found a way to dodge it, but either way he would hopefully not be in the line of fire as the two blobs of Ki formed into one, and hit its mark. Unsure on whether it was a direct hit on Kal, or Roosevelt, or worse yet the ground itself, the area around them would let off a small explosion roughly 10 feet in all directions. Rocks flying from the ground, and dirt kicking up into a dusty smoke surrounding the two physical fighters.

Mark looked down at his hands, the shaking had ceased, but his Ki had finally run out. Raising his arms into a defensive street fighting position he watched to see what the outcome had been. Had roosevelt dodged the elbow? Had he gotten out of the way in time? Had Kal been hit by the blast?

[Jinsoku Akuma]

Jinsoku watched as the boy smirked at his words and then responded by calling him a seer and twisting his speech into fighten words for himself. Jinsoku shook his head and spoke once more. “Those are fierce fighting words for such a young lad. But know this child, I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot not only your downfall but that of your entire race as well. I will mow down the saiyans like their weeds. I’ll kill so many so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that they will learn to fear us humans... And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.” Jinsoku could feel his rage increase, his memories of the harsh things saiyans did…had done in his own past. Was his comments based purely on his current hatred? Or was it something deeper…was he a brutal killer? Jinsoku shook those ideas from his head for the moment and continued to speak.

“As I ‘seer’ I already know the outcome of this skirmish. You will not win.” Jinsoku was of course bluffing, he had not idea what was to come, and he had no idea if he was going to win but he did know one thing. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Without another passing breath, Jinsoku charged forward, using his intense speed he was almost immediately upon the boy attempting a horizontal arm slash with his right arm. His hand attempting to chop the neck of the young boy, Jinsoku was not going to take it easy on the young boy but he didn’t expect the fight to be easy for him either.

Whether his neck slash connected or not, Jinsoku would use his other hand to attempt a straight punch to the young saiyan’s stomach region. Jinsoku was eager to see the boy’s fighting capabilities, especially since he seemed to be connected to Kal.

[Haku]

"Well, it's no wonder you'll lose if you plan on sleeping during a fight..." he teased, feigning ignorance and twisting the man's words once again. Evidently, he spoke about living through this day and fighting again some other time where hopefully he might have a better chance of actually winning; regardless, Hakusai wasn't planning on letting this man flee after causing such a riot. Humans must be put back in their place, and he would set an example with the masked figure.

Unfortunately, the fight wasn't going to be as onesided as he initially thought. Even with Kal's description of the man's power level, the boy's cocky nature just couldn't accept the realization of a human being even 50% his power -much less 92%. Because of this he was caught severely offguard when Jinsoku made the first move. He was so blindingly fast that Haku could just barely evade that first thrust of his arm. The boy staggered back, dumbfounded, his neck was vaguely scraped by the attack; the first spill of his superior saiyan blood, by a lowly chimpanzee. His face was rippled with anguish and rage.

His arms unwrapped from his chest and lowered to prepare his counter attack, but just as his chest was left wide open -Jinsoku's second strike landed firmly on the boy's stomach. Ugh! he grunt. The whole of his fist smashed against his solar plexus. Haku's dilated eyes gazed at the ground as the air escaped his lungs and spittle gushed over the man's long sleeves. His feet must have lifted off the ground for a split centimeter as he felt the soles of his feet touch the ground for that ephemeral moment of surprise.

"Why you..." he murmured, promptly reaching out to attempt on grabbing the extended arm with his right hand. The mere grip of the boy's fingers around the wrist would serve as a surprise of the little saiyan's tremendous power, and then with the pull of the limb he would bring Jinsoku in close and ram his other arm in the man's ribcage as compensation for that previous blow. The strength behind his thrust would send the human barreling over the dirt.

He smirked, "not bad... for a human."

[Roosevelt]

When Kal began his counterattack, Roosevelt silently wished he were surprised.  Instead, he'd expected to be no match individually for the Saiyan.  Kal was stronger and more durable, but Roosevelt took notice of one important detail - Kal wasn't faster.  Sure, he didn't seem to be particularly slower than Roosevelt, but if the alien were fast to match his strength and endurance, Roosevelt would have been proper fucked.

Still, he would have to fight smart.  

When Kal began to spin toward's Roosevelt's face, he acted fast.  He tightly wrapped both his legs around Kal's right arm, using the Saiyan's counterattack's momentum to pull himself out of the incoming elbow's path.  As a result, however, when Roosevelt loosened his grip on the alien's arm he was launched several feet in the opposite direction.

That was when Mark launched his attack, and it was far from a good pitch.  Wide and low, it would have missed terribly...

...If not for Excalibat.

Roosevelt launched himself forward on his Angel Module, channeling his love, his anger, and all of his sorrow into the baseball bat in his hand.  He looked from Mark's attack, to the marauding Saiyan, and decided that this was no time for a home run hit.  Kal was too close for a grand slam swing.  No, he just needed to bat one runner in.

He got in the path of Mark's attack, aimed himself at Kal, and bunted that ball of energy right in the bastard's direction.

[Tenshu]

The remarkable teamwork of the two strangers was proving more than Kal was expecting. The baseball player was already surprising, but the next move he pulled was more shocking. His body contorted quickly upward, his feet rising clear up to Kal's arm. Any normal human would have been completely unable to accomplish this, but Roosevelt was no normal human...or rather not human at all. Something Kal had yet to realize.

"What the hell?"

Kal exhaled, more annoyed than anything else. His right leg pivoted on the ground creating a decent stance for a counter attack, his dark leather jacket fluttering behind him as he looked up at his other opponent Mark. He would watch in what seemed like slow motion his attack hurdle off to the left and for a split second Kal would feel safe, but Roosevelt was not going to allow him the safety, his bat swinging forward and knocking the energy at him.

"Oh F-"

BOOM

The completeness of Mark's power was unexpected, and Roosevelts bunt was hard enough to cause a direct hit, the energy cracking against Kal's folded arm's and erupting in a loud explosion. The dirt and rock around them flying into a spiral above him. It would take a minute for the dust to clear, and every individual (save the young Haku and Jinsoku) were dead silent as the wind slowly blew away the dirt to reveal the outcome of their truly phenomenal team work. For a moment it would be impossible to see, but as the dust cleared the silhouette of a man on the ground could be seen.

The form was misleading, as the final gravel settled into place it became clear that Kal was not out, but rather crouching. Rising slowly from the crouched position his face fumed with the distaste he had for the two human's challenging him. His jacket had burned off entirely revealing in full the collage of tattoo's blistering his milky white frame. His thin and seemingly weak exterior now entirely bare from the waist up. His right arm was a bright red, and above them it became clear why the crack had been so loud.

The gate was demolished.

Though not the entire gate, but a large chunk of the left side blown to pieces, and the iron door's itself collapsed to the ground. Mark's attack had not taken the saiyan out, but it had shown just how strong the human's could be. Kal's breathing was hard as his frustration began to rise. He was not hot headed like his General, but even he had his limits.

"You bastards. You had to make this hard."

He said, pulling the last of the torn leather from his left arm and putting both hands at his side. The puff of hair on his head again began to float upwards as a wind of ki overtook the small space around him, only this time something else changed...His tattoo's began to glow. First the distinct red dragon on his right shoulder lit up, then the skeleton belt over his belly. A heart in the center of his chest lit up, and the eye liner that was present on his eyes (actually a well placed needle art) began to glow, creating the illusion of white eyes.

"Now you get to see...why the general...chose me!"

Kal was lazy, and possessed no drive at all, but nobody questioned General Broc when they chose him as the second in command. Those who could read power levels would feel the increase in power. Kal was already stronger, but now it seemed as though his Ki was limitless. It would take him a moment to charge, though mark would be too stunned by the counter to react.

(Haku and Jinsoku, start another thread to continue your fight. It will go faster for both you guys, and us if we split it up.)

[Tenshu]

"Hyaaaa"

His charge was borderline intoxicating, the energy flowing from his body igniting the area around him. His body was almost a white mass as he charged. Mark was far too stunned to move, his legs shaking in fear at what he was witnessing. Suddenly he understood why no one had stood up before now. Broc was not playing around nor were any of his worker bee's. Kal was beyond anything he had ever witnessed, or possibly would ever witness again.

The sphere of light became more apparent as the android Roosevelt seemed as incapable of movement as Mark. The sphere was now a solid form, entirely hiding Kal from view. his screams of release still fully echoing through the already ruined gateway. Mark's arms rose in the only defensive position he could think of. Yet it would be of little help, as the final sound rang out through the hopeless opening and an explosion occured. It was more upwards than anything else, a bright white light shooting into the sky. Those around would feel it though as the ground trembled at the might of Ki being released. Mark would be thrown backwards and quickly encased in rubble, he would not stand a chance against the blast. Roosevelt would be effected, though the outcome would be unknown. All that is known for certain is that he was not there after the blast.

The dust that filled the air next would slowly settle as the figure of a heaving Kal came into view.

"H...he....he.... I overdid it....again"

He said through deep breaths. He was now standing in a crater several feet deep, and five feet wide. While this had been the immediate blast radius, the area around him was also leveled, much of the gate and wall crumbled for several yards down. The shockwave had gone on for yards likely even effecting the Haku/Jinsoku fight. Speaking of that, the sudden realization that Haku was fighting an adult human left an uneasy pit in Kal's stomach.

"I'll never hear the end of it if that twerp dies"

The human's had lost this battle, or at least the fight at the gate. Hopefully they would have better luck in their other arena's of combat. The now shirtless teen took a few wobbly steps forward, light headed from his heavy exertion.

"Alright Haku where did you go off too?"

Picking up his scouter/glasses he would read for powerlevels. The abduction had begun and would be completed soon.

END

Roosevelt +1 member's choice

Haku and Jinsoku have not been graded.