An End to Life as We Know It (Zach, Closed)

[Zach]

Putting his master's encouragement out of his mind for the moment and remaining focused on the task at hand, Zach had repositioned himself after crashing into the truck wall for a second time. Closing the distance between the elder Saiyan and himself, the teen set himself up to deliver what would have been a fantastic blow, a double axe handle smash to the older man's back. However being as inexperienced as he was in actual combat, the boy hadn’t realized that raising his arms so high and standing directly in front of the crouched Saiyan opened the his body up completely and spelled a recipe for disaster. With his arms held high over his head Zach had no time to react and indeed actually faltered as he felt the breeze pick up in the truck. The odd occurrence was not lost on him, however before he could compute any further then being strange, the elder Saiyan rammed his palms into the blonde teen's stomach and unleashed a blast of energy into the stretched musculature.

"Huuurrrrrrgh!..." Zach half gasped and half gurgled as the energy exploded into his body, expelling every molecule of air in his lungs and launched the teen backwards, through the flimsy truck wall to land flat on his back some yards away, a stream of ejected saliva marking the blonde's flight path. Crashing to the ground with a thud, Zach laid there for a few moments, his lungs burning from the need for oxygen and his guts aching from the massive and undefended blow. As he lay there, gasping for air, Zach heard more words being exchanged but the beating of his own heart in his ears was almost loud enough to drown out all of the word's substance, all the teen knew was that someone was speaking.

Finally after innumerable moments which felt like an eternity the boy's chest started to rise and fall under some form of control and as soon as the blonde had the steam, he hauled himself back to his feet to face the Saiyan once more. His stance was nonexistent though, Zach's legs for the moment being only barely able to hold him up let alone do it in a fighting position. Likewise his shoulders were somewhat slumped and his skin was starting to drip was veritable buckets of sweat. Still, seeing the Saiyan now taking up an actual stance, Zach knew he had to do likewise and did his best, raising his arms up to defend his head and chest and trying to tighten his abdominal muscles, however the quivering musculature would not respond to the command. The boy had been severely weakened by the unprotected blast to his midsection and now all of his defensive musculature there was useless, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. His master wanted, needed him to succeed and that's what he would do, he had to, for both of them.

"Sir... I'm sorry... I'm going to have to... mess up your friend here..." Zach gasped out between labored breaths to his master and grinned, trying to put on a better face then he felt. Who knows, the guy might back down, the chance was slim but it was worth a shot.

[Tenshu]

As the explosion rang out, pushing back the brush and wheat, Cabbe could only gawk in awe at both the raw power that Honjo was exerting, and the endurance shown by Zach who was still able to stand. Surely anyone with a lesser resilience would have fallen, but not Zach. Perhaps all of those beatings had been for more benefit than Cabbe sick sadistic pleasures. Seeing his labored breathing was even a bit of a turn on for the saiyan, the hairs on his tail standing up a bit at the thought that someone else was doing it to him. Yet the erotic sensation would be almost immediately quieted by the realization that they were likely both going to die.

The stage was set for it, the wind blowing both of the fighters hair through the breeze, or rather what little Honjo had left. His white strands clinging tightly to his head as his stoic brow's lowered. The Scouter over his eye was reading Zach, and the circular scanner could be seen whirling around the screen over his toned figure. The numbers that popped up were surprising. Unfortunately for Zach however they were not overwhelming.

"A shame, this one could have been..."

Suddenly the whirring stopped, the circle standing in place as Honjo's brow rose from a determined fighting stance, to an annoyed scowl. Actually the moment of silence was confusing, almost as if Honjo had changed his mind about fighting all together which would surely be a surprising turn around after what had transpired in the truck.

"If those are your orders"

His old raspy voice stated with a sigh. Standing straight up the elder turned around and began to walk back towards the truck, ignoring Zach entirely.

"Your lucky day Cabbe. Broc says your balance is clear... Too bad really...my old bones were finally getting a work out"

It was remarkable how quickly the situation had been defused. If Zach had not already figured it out, it was now clearly obvious that Honjo had been given new orders, and with them came an immediate retreat. The taller saiyan nodded, seeming equally disappointed but not daring to voice it. Running to the front of the truck and hopping in the open driver door the truck began to rev and turn on, Honjo jumping on the top of the cargo hold and sitting cross legged, looking down at his no doubt confused adversary.

"You can always follow us child. I would give anything for an excuse to continue where we left off..."

With a slight smirk the truck took off leaving Zach with two immediate options. He would either have to follow the truck to ensure his master's belongings were safe, and to finish his fight with the elder saiyan, or he would stay with his master to ensure his safety.

[Zach]

Still breathing heavily while he held his defensive posture, Zach was not prepared for the man to suddenly just give up and run. There was a machine on his face that although Zach had seen, the boy didn't understand the segnificance of. It however snatched the elder Saiyan's attention for a few moments and then the man announced the fight was over. 'What? Just like that? What's going on? I attacked him, he can't just leave it at that so easily can he?' Zach though to himself. However just as he was finishing that though, the grey haired Saiyan spoke directly to him, almost taunting him to follow them. As the elder and his toady took off in the truck however Zach was conflicted as to what he should do. On the one hand his master had been assaulted and the blonde had defended the man and now it only seemed natural for him to remain with him to ensure a safe return to the estate. On the other hand the truck containing all of the master's more valuable possessions was quickly getting away and if the boy did nothing to stop it he might be blamed for their loss.

Taking a few steps in the direction of the truck, Zach looked between it's shrinking form and the master, he had only seconds to decide if he was ever going to hope to overtake the vehicle before it got onto level enough ground to outrun him. "Errrr... Sir... What should I do?" the boy asked again taking another few steps in the direction of the truck. He didn't want to make the choice himself but knew the moments wasted in asking the question and awaiting the master's responce would likely mean the truck's safe departure. In essence his own lack of decission was deciding the fate of the master's posessions but at least Zach was leaving it up to the man as to whether he should try at all to stop the fleeing pair.

[Tenshu]

Perhaps what Zach expected was an angry display. Something along the lines of 'chase after them you idiot'. But those words would not leave Cabbe's lips. Nor would any other for a few moments. The frustrated teen voiced his question and would have to wait as the truck grew further and further away before his master would finally respond. Still sitting on the ground, one leg stretched out and nearly asleep from being stationary for so long, and the other curled upward, dropping his head into his knee he mumbled.

"Let em go Zach. They got everything..."

Cabbe knew this day would come, but had hoped he would have better luck in handling the situation. Never in a million years would he have guessed that Zach of all people would come to his aid, or for that matter that he would go toe to toe with Honjo. Honjo was easily the fourth strongest person Cabbe had ever met, and he had been to dinner parties with Broc himself! No the hopelessness of the situation was not lost on the farmer who was just the saiyan pride shy of crying over the loss. But it was greater than even Zach could have known.

The final spec of sight told Zach that they were now at least a mile away, and as their truck faded from sight there was no doubt that his belongings were gone with it. But what could Zach have done? He had already defended his master far beyond expectation. Frankly the only thing he hadn't done was remain silent and let the chaos unfold. But frankly if he had done that, Cabbe would likely be missing a few important limbs. Zach would have to break the long silence, as Cabbe would remain silent and in the dirt for several minutes if Zach allowed him too.

[Zach]

At his master's direction Zach stood down and relaxed, allowing his body to recover some from the strain of the short battle. He was however still worried the man might blame him for the loss of the truck's contents even though he himself told the boy to let it go. Zach had done everything in hs power to stop them but there was always the chance his master wouldn't see it that way. Still he couldn't just stand around, they were on the edge of the woods and if those two bandits were lerking this close to the farm there was no telling who else was and given his master's current state of mind he'd be even more useless in a fight now.

He didn't want to be too forward, knowing his place as a servant but he also couldn't let the man sit there in the dirt. Approaching his master, the blode crouched down next to the man and moved to put one arm behind the man's back and use his free hand to take the man's arm and help him into a standing position. "Sir, we can't stay here. I need to get you back to the estate." the boy would state provided his master did cut him off with actions, words or both.

[Tenshu]

Surely Zach had surmised that something was terribly wrong. If it weren't bad enough that a truck load of their things were gone, and they had been physically threatened. The man had not once raised his hand to Zach. This out of character depression would finally reveal the awful truth of what had happened. Running his right hand through his wild and now rather dusty hair, the farmer replied softly.

"There...is no estate..."

He let the words sink in. Perhaps Zach would ask further questions, or perhaps just let the idea mull around his brain. But after another break for silence, and the ambiance of the wind blowing over the nearby wheat, the master would continue, his voice now hoarse with exhaustion and frustration.

"Thats why they didn't kill us...Broc...has taken everything...Every thing I own is gone i'm sure of it..."

While he continued to mope over the idea of losing his belongings, the reality of the situation would likely hit zach. With the exception of the teen, his master had no possessions. No other slaves.

Including his parents.

If the boy didn't come to that conclusion on his own it would be astonishing, but Zach's reaction was entirely up in the air. How could one predict the outcome of something as terrible as this. Whose fault was this? Cabbe for not paying his taxes? The saiyan government for taking everything away? Zach for not defending him better? Who was to blame for this debacle, and how would Zach proceed?

[Zach]

With his arm behind the man's back, zach tried to guid his master back to his feet but the Saiyan seemed completely devoid of energy and the will to so anything but sulk. It didn't make sense to the boy, he lived with far less and was for the most part, happy, his visits to the main house not withstanding, so he could not fathom why the loss of a truck load of furnature would so greatly affect his master. That mystery wouldn't last long however as the sullen man explained the segnifficance of the elder Saiyan's visit. Zach's grip on the man's arm faltered as he processed what the master was saying.

"But... I don't understand. The farm can't just be taken away." Zach responded, not truly comprehending the intricacies of land and slave ownership. To him, someone saying that the estate was gone would be like saying the sun would not rise the next day, it made no sense, the main farm had always been there and it always would. But then the master went on, stating that he'd lost everything he owned and it was the only reason they were still alive, a point Zach would have disagreed with the man about considering the fight he'd fought.

"Sir, please get up." Zach started to plead with the man, not knowing what else to do. Until he saw with his own eyes what the man was talking about he didn't truly understand. Had the two that locked them in the truck set fire to the main house? Perhaps that was why the master was so upset. It was just a house though, granted it was the master's house and no doubt built of fine material but like any other house it could be rebuilt. "I can carry you sir if you can't walk but we really to have to get back. You can't really have lost everything, the land is still going to be there, the servants, your guards. Sir, please, get up."

[Tenshu]

It had already been such a dark day, and the master's out of character submissiveness was not helping. Zach was seemingly frantic, even to the point of openly talking back. Begging his master to move had worked, the man put his right hand down to feel the soft wheat field that had been crushed beneath the weight of the cascading vehicle, and pulled himself up, taking two sober steps towards Zach, and then with the same hand set it crashing across his face in a resounding SMACK.

Now that was more like him. Sure it probably didn't feel very good, especially with Zach already hurting from his heroic defense, but the slap was less as punishment and more as an awakening tool for the slave.

"Shut up Zach. Do you really think I would be here now if it wasn't over...Were lucky to be alive, and the fact that they didn't take you is a miracle too...I just...need to stay here for a minute. Go back if that's what you have to do, but I promise you this...you are the only possession I have left"

The words would no doubt cut deep as his master yelled them out to him. His frustration had built up to this point, and being helpless was not something a saiyan would ever be good at. Zach at this point would either have to sit with his master idly, or do what he no doubt was meant to...go and see the damage. The day had gone from strange, to horrific in a matter of minutes, and now Zach was facing the hardest inevitability of all...he could have done nothing about it.

[Zach]

Zach's pleeding with the master seemed to finally have an effect as the man started to move, slowly hauling himself back to his feet. The blonde was surprised that he had to say anything at all though as the master was always so domineering, now though all of that control just seemed to have evaporated from him. The teen had never seen his master in such a state before and wished he'd show some sign of solidarity or something. Well what he got certainly was solid, a solid slap across the face. Before Zach knew the man intended to hit him his master's open hand had already crossed the teen's face, knocking his head to the side and sending him stumbing a few steps back.

Intantly he knew he'd stepped over some line and inspite of his impressive physical condition, one that likely rivalled his master's, the boy blonde was immediately cowed by the sudden use of force. Once the boy had straitened up he submissively hung his head low and listened to what his master was saying. It was finally starting to dawn on him, if the man was this disturbed then perhaps what he was saying really was true. After all Zach knew that he knew next to nothing about the world outside the farm, perhaps they really had carted off the estate and the guards and the... servants...

The teen's eyes went wide in the moment of realization, realization that first his parents may no longer be in the service of this man and second, that if they no longer were, he might never see them again unless his master arranged for that. There too was the realization that if he did not find his parents back at the estate, the master would no longer have a special hold over him. That fact however was almost completely drowned out by the boy's conditioning and the thought of no longer being abused on a weekly basis by the brute was almost as alien to him as attacking one of the masters. He had to know though and if the master was wrong he would clearly need help in convincing the man to return to the estate. Action had to be taken and thankfully the last thing the master said gave Zach the permission he needed to act.

"I'm sorry sir. I won't speak out of turn again." the boy started, prefacing his next statement. "While you stay here, I will run back to the estate and fetch anyone I can. I will return sir." Zach made sure the emphisize the statement to reasure the man he would be back. Zach had to return to the man, even if he wanted to bolt for the wilderness and take his chance at freedom he still needed a way to find his parents again and the master was that way. Koli, if he could find her was also a posible lead and indeed if he fould her and noone else he would leave the matter up to her as to whether they returned to her uncle. And so, provided the man made no move to stop him, Zach would set off at a brisk jog back scross the wheat fields that had been bisected by the moving truck and towards the estate. What he would find when he got there he did not know, but he hoped with every ounce of his being that everything was just as they had left it, only a little less full of the master's things.

[Tenshu]

Zach's hopeful ignorance would be shot down as smoke began to rise in the distance. By the time he was close enough to see both the cabin, and the main house, he would see both had been set ablaze. The master's house entirely set upon, the windows already blown out, and the second floor collapsing into the first. Even if possessions had been left within, they would already be of no used to the Master, or anyone else. Whoever did this had done it to send a message, and to set the slave hut ablaze as well was just adding salt to the wound. It however was not in nearly as bad shape. The back end of the cabin was caught, around the roof, the rest of the cabin however was simply smoking, meaning that anything left in there could possibly still be salvageable.

The fields had also caught fire, this however was a result of the wind and not of malicious intent.

One thing was certain however, there had been a battle. Guards bodies were strewn over the railing of the house, some of the bodies charred from the fire that had set upon them, others bloodied from a type of attack unseen by zach's own eyes. Though no slaves appeared injured, though none were within site.

[Zach]

As Zach jogged back towards the estate, intent on proving to himself and his master that the man was wrong, the boy noticed the smoke rising above the tops of the interceding trees and went wide-eyed. Shock stopped him in his tracks but only for a moment, quickening his pace, the blonde bounded across the fields in record time and arrived upon a scene of absolute horror. The main house was in flames and bodies of the Saiyan guards were everwhere. What was worse was that smoke was now rising from the cotages in the servant's block. (Note; I always maintained that there was more then one. It take a lot of workers to run a farm after all. *Wink wink.*) As he closed in on the scene, Zach noticed something postentially even more horrifying then the multitude of dead guards and that was that he hadn't seen a single worker, alive or dead.

"Where the hell are they?" the boy asked himself as he arced around the growing inferno that was the main house. Had the slaves all been rounded up and an ultimate act of barbarity, were being burned alive in their shacks? Imposible, some of them would have tried to run, especially with the chaos that had apparently befallen the guards. Koli flashed into Zach's mind for a moment, wondering if she was in the burning house or if she'd managed to escape. He hadn't seen her outside and frankly finding his parents was a much stronger drive at the moment. If they had been shut up in their cottage he'd only have minutes to get them out. Besides, if Koli hadn't scaped the carnage outside and was trapped in the house, there was nothing he could do for her, he couldn't even get close to the place.

It was also kind of scary how well he was compartmentalizing his fears and driving strait for a singl most important goal. Yes he cared about Koli, she was after all the only master who'd shown him anything close to friendship. He also feared that who ever did all of this might still be around. And he feared what his master might do when he finds out he was right. What was important right now was finding and esuring the safety of his parents and then the rest of the servants. That was all that acted upon his conscious mind. With that determination Zach bolted down the dirt path leading between the slave quarters and headed strait to his parent's domicile. It was smoking but a fire wasn't yet visible. Wasting no time the blonde throw himself bodily against the door, not caring whether it had been locked or not. He had more then enough strength to break down the door even when he wasn't desperate to say nothing of when he was and right now, this moment, the blonde was desperate.

[Tenshu]

As luck would have it, Zach's cottage was the only one not entirely engulfed in flames. One of the furthest from the main house, its outer walls had begun to singe, but most of the building remained in tact. So when Zach when to bash in the door he would be undoubtedly surprised to find that it was already open a crack. His urgency actually caused the wooden door to fly off of its hinges and slam into the opposing wall. Perhaps there could have been more delicacy added to the situation had the building not been on fire. Again their was nobody. No bodies or slaves hiding for their lives. Undoubtedly the boy would want to see not the common area, but the bedroom. Though his family shared room with other slaves, Zach would surely want to check his room...his families room. Venturing down that way he would immediately notice the scratch marks against the walls, and although the fire had claimed much of the surrounding wallpaper, speckles of blood were even evident. The greatest horror however would befall the boy as he stepped into the room.

The blood was the first thing, mixed with the heavy black smoke it was the only other thing that he could smell. The metallic almost rusting taste of the room was instantaneous. His eyes would be entreated to the site of a painted back wall, and slumped backwards over the queen size bed in the center of the room, his very own father. His chest was uninjured with the exception of the smallest of holes, the wound a strange one at that as the hole would reveal that the man's entire back had blown out behind him. Whatever the attack was, it had dug into his chest, and then exploded from the other side. If the site wasn't horrific enough for the blond there was another heart wrenching realization, all of the slave belongings were still there. The man whom had done this had taken everything from the main house, or burned it anyway, but had not bothered to take anything from the slave huts, and as the room began to really blaze with the orange hue of fire, the one thing Zach could see was fluttering in between his fathers fingers. Burned on the corner, yet still entirely visible was a faded picture of Zach. He must have been three or four when the picture was taken because he lacked the scars that older boyhood would bring him. Tightly wrapped by the embrace of his mother whom was cradling him warmly. His father had been holding the camera and so was not in the picture, but Zach knew it to be his favorite, and the one he kept on the bedside in a picture frame that after closer examination was smashed on the floor.

Deductive reasoning would suggest that Zach's father came in for the picture, and for some reason, although all the other slaves appear to have made it out alive, his father did not.

A support beam cracks and falls in the main room. Their is but a moment for Zach to mourn before it is time to leave the burning building. His father's lifeless body contorted over the front bed frame, his head hanging lifelessly over the head rail.

[Zach]

As Zach threw himself at the door, the rectangular asortment of wooden planks it was composed of came fully off of it's mountings and was carried by the boy's still moving frame into the wall opposite. The ease with which he'd smashed through the door was not lost on the blonde, the door had not been bolted and indeed must have been opened. If the door was open then there was every posibility his parents weren't here or were locked in another of the burning shacks. Zach would have to move quickly if he was going to get to every one of them before they were completely engulfed by the growing inferno.

Getting his first lung full of the smokey atmosphere, the teen coughed and would have covered his mouth with his shirt had he ever worn one, instead he covered his mouth as best he could with his hand but not before issuing a loud and decided urgen call for his parents. "Mom?! Dad?! Are yu in here?!" *Cough cough.* "Answer me, we need to get out!" he called and started through the house. Shoving doors open with his free hand as he made his way toward's his parents room, Zach saw that there didn't appear to be any others in the house and als noted the peculiar scratches on the walls, what walls weren't alread burning that was. Then he finally came to his parents room and the site that greeted him was one of absolute horror for there he found his father, but not at all as he had hoped.

"Oh my god... Dad!" Zach yelled as he bounded to the bedside, dropping to his knees next to the inert form of his father. "Oh god no, please no." the blonde choked as cast his gaze over his father's body, tears welling up in his eyes. The smoke may have made some small contribution to the tears but even for a boy of Zach's years where crying was never looked kindly upon in social norms, the death of one's parent would be enough to break anyone's stoicism.

The sound of part of the house collapsing and the growing unbreathability of the air were the only stimulus that got Zach back to his feet. Standing, the blonde was just starting to back out of the room and start a search for his remaining parent when something cough the boy's eye, there was something clutched in his father's hand. Starting to cough now from the increasinly smokey atmosphere and the rapidly growing temperature, Zach knelt down next to the bed once more and took his father's lifeless hand and gently pried his fingers open, freeing what the man had been so desperately clinging to. It was a picture, the picture from the night table, the picture of Zach and his mother. Zach had almost forgotten it existed, it was until now just some inocuous detail that never registered in his mind. Yes he knew it was there but he never thought about it, not until now. Was this why his father was dead? What was going on that he felt he had to risk his life to retrieve this picture and why was he killed for it? What monster could do this to a man who only wanted to take with him a picture of his wife and son? Surely he woulf have gone where all of the other workers were going, he just wanted his picture, that was all and for that some monster did this.

Taking the crumbled photograph, Zach slipped it into one of his pants pockets and stood up. The house was coming apart, he had to go. He wished his could take his father's body out with him, but he still had his mother to worry about and if he didn't get out alive he couldn't help her. Besides, she would understand, buring her husband would not be worth the life of her son. And so Zachary Cranston took one final look as his father, wiping more tears away from his face before leaving the man, Henry Cranston, to the cremation that would very soon come to him.

Bolting out of the room and very nearly colliding with another falling beam, Zach ran back down the only corridor in the house and back out the front door. By this time he was coughing uncontrolably but he could stop, he had to find his mother, she was all he had now, if she was gone he didn't know what he would do. Why was he being punished like this? Did he deserve to be punished? Did not his master punish him every week and sometimes more? As Zach raced through the slave block, kicking in the doors to the shacks only to find them empty or already ingulfed in flames, these thoughts raced through his mind, unbeknownst to him a complex was forming, a deep schism in his psyche, one that could potentially undo the teen. After years of constant abuse his whole world was being ripped away from him including the only sorce of support he had leaving only one thing, pain.

[Tenshu]

Zach would find no other bodies. By the time he exited the burning cottage he would find the fire had spread to the last of the small shacks and was burning it to the ground. Any human beings would easily have been killed in such a fire, and since no one was screaming for their lives it meant they were already dead, or not there to begin with. Though this would seem ultimately futile there was one thing that would bring Zach closure.

From across the field there was a single building left untouched, and that was the barn. It was far enough from the other fires that it had not yet been scorched and so was not in immediate danger of the destructive winds that blew in its direction. If he hurried the teen could in fact make it to the barn with time to spare.

Assuming he took the chance of leaving the cottages and ran for the barn he would in fact encounter someone doing the unthinkable. The barn doors were wide open, and there was a man inside. The putrid smell of Gasoline could easily be smelled even before entering the barn. His tail swaying jovially from side to side, the saiyan snickered as he poured the final can of gasoline at the feet of a nearby horse. The only one that had not been taken by the saiyan's. It was the Master's personal steed, used only for the joys of riding and never for pulling a plow or making long trips. Obviously this was the final fuck you to Cabbe, and Zach was just in time to see it happen. Reaching into his pocket the man was obviously looking for something, and anyone with any sense would know that was a match.

[Zach]

Door after door fell to the blonde teenager's hurried quest to findhis mother and any of the other servants in the burning shacks however when the last door that he could kick open without being set aflame himself was loose, Zach realized that he was alone on the estate, at least that's what he though. His father was dead, his mother was gone with the rest of the slaves and Koli was missing. His home was crumbling into smoldering coals by now, incinerating his father's remains and any possessions the blonde had... except for one.

"The ball." Zach mouthed and set off once more, racing through the burning slave quarter and down the dirt road towards the barn. The tractor man's storage ball was well hidden and if the barn was still there then it was very likely the ball was too. However as Zach approached the barn, he could see the doors open and a figure inside. The barn wasn't on fire, at least not yet, but as the boy ran the whifs of gasoline he smelled told him that was very quickly going to change. Action was demanded and as he'd done with the Saiyan that had threatened his master Zach decided that attacking this one was the only thing to do. He couldn't run, his grief and anger at his losses would not allow it. This was one of the monsters that took his home away and possibly even the one who murdered his father. Zach had never contemplated killing before himself, but in the moment that he realized what the man in the barn was, he promissed himself that the Saiyan would not leave the barn alive.

It was quite a thing for a slave as loyal as Zach to consider killing one of his masters, but this monster was no master. Saiyan yes, but not a master. The atrocity that he'd committed ad was still enacting against both his family and his master justified the punishment the blonde would issue him. his master would be grateful that at least one of the monsters that took everything away was punished. and so as Zach closed to within the last ten feet or so running full out, the teen lowered himself into a tackling position and let loose a mighty roar as he hurled himself into the unsuspecting Saiyan, intent on tackling the man to the ground face first. Should he succeede the boy in his savage rage would not give the butcher any quarter to recover, he would immediatly mount the man at his legs and grap his nack with both hands and proceed to lift and smash the Saiyan's face over and over into the compacted earthen floor of the barn.