Metal Sickle
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138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 18, 2019 6:45:51 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
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Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
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| And in the beginning, the wannabe Emperor harassed traders in Namek to accept his proposition.
That was, what was happening at this moment. This awkward, spur of the moment moment where he was questioning a human trader with connections to the planet Earth if they were available to connect him to another, any way he could continue his plan.
"You have zero idea what you are giving up, I have come up with a perfect idea that you would be a fool to refuse, yet lo and behold here you are refusing it. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL. ARE. YOU. DOING." The Changeling would be found screaming into the eyes of the terrified humanoid, the creature curled back in his capsule corp labeled booth. "I AM GIVING AN OFFER YOU COULD HARDLY REFUSE."
"I'm so so so so sorry sir but I am only permitted to make dealings with the Namekians of this planet, not any alien who walks by. I can direct you to our supervisor if you have a scouter to call with, otherwise there isn't much I can do."
"Are you serious? I can't afford a scouter. That is why I am selling this idea in the first place, dolt. I need the money for projects in the future. If I do not find a way to sell this product then I CANNOT COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR STUPID BOSS" He would scream finally, smashing his oversized fists into the countertop of the Hoipoi house, accidentally forcing the pod to close, with the man inside. Sickle watched the poof happen and the man and building disappear, only capsule left behind. Sickle was curious as to if he had killed the man, but was not about to stay around to find out, and booked his way out and through the town, making quite a scene. It was difficult for a being standing at roughly half the size of a house to hide among seven foot tall slug people who looking less like Space Lady Gaga than this freak of a Changeling, but he could care less. What he needed was a business partner and some friends. That was, until he felt the tug on his cape, looking back to see a hand sticking out of the alleyway. Ominously tugging harshly at his cape and attempting to pull him into the darkness away from the sun.
At first, Sickle assumed he was being mugged, and was just about to start stabbing hoes with his knife gauntlet, before he saw that the arm extended all the way down the alleyway and was from a Namekian. He wore symbols of the Dragon Clan, with a quickened and hastened look to his face. He was seriously in need of some help it seemed, and the Frost Demon decided to oblige and see what was up with his alien friend down the way.
Following the arm as it tugged him down the alleyway, he came across the Namekian in full view, definitely not a hidden Demon Clansmen, that was for sure. He wore a nice suit and tie, yet still wore obvious Dragon Ball symbols, and his demeaner had shifted from concerned to convincing, as well as his attitude. He introduced himself silently with a handshake, before bowing to the tall creature and speaking aloud, loud enough to irritate Sickle but quiet enough to not attract attention from the outside onlookers from the streets.
"Hello, good sir. I happened to overhear your conversation with the businessmen from the glowing blue orb Earth and I happened to notice them deny your attempt at a sales proposition. Well, do I have some brilliant news for you that you may find both interesting and fantastic." As Sickle would hear this, he was practicing silently his techniques he had been developing for the past two weeks. The Namekian began to notice oddly as Sickle's body would change very lightly. Color shifting here or there, small adjustments to height and horn length. Average stuff you'd ignore, but was hard to not see when he was the size of half of a building. Unbeknownst to this Namekian, Sickle was editing the hardwired cellular structure of his body, creating temporary edits to his overall appearance, effectively practicing his newly acquired shapeshifting capabilities. He was still unaware for the full potential of a Changeling and was learning something new every day, so this was definitely a change of pace for Sickle. "I am a Namekian business man for the Central Maima Trading Company. I deal in extremely valuable and interesting items here on Namek that those humans and Saiyans find so interesting. Typical stuff. However, I am trying to create a branch into the entertainment business and overheard your plan to create a children's card game?" He would question, eager to hear from the Changeling what his proposition may be. "I may be willing to hire you on as the CEO of a new sub-company to produce these cards should I believe it profitable enough. Here, take my card while you explain to me what it is that you wish to sell to the universe." He would say once more, handing over a small official business card for a well known artifacts auction company on the planet that Sickle had heard of multiple times in his stay on the planet. He was definitely now intrigued beyond belief.
"Why, yes. I am creating a children's card game, though there are aspects that cater to adults as well. The concept is simple. Due to the existence of many great heroes and villains in the universe being common knowledge and free capitol, we appropriate their image and create battle cards with statistics based off of their powers, techniques, abilities and so forth. I have already created rough card ideas for beginner cards and a rare as a reference." He would say, clearly giddy at the idea of finally releasing this plan into fruition. "The concept is a battle style card game where the cards have tactics and specializations depending on the rarity of the card and the type of card, resulting in a randomized by tactical battle where the best cards can be beaten by a smart person using the worst. It has been in the production phase for a bit now but I have had trouble keeping up with getting enough Zeni to print them. Take a look if you'd like." He'd finish for a second, handing over two cards. One was a common with a Saibaman on it, while the other was a holographic rare with himself on it, in his Second Form, distinct now that the Namekian stared him up and down to compare. "Neat, huh?" |
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Metal Sickle
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Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 20, 2019 1:12:45 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
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Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
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| "These are quite interesting indeed. I am thinking this may turn into a rather great venture for both of us." The Namekian would respond to Sickle, eyeing over the cards that were handed over. Despite what one might expect from the Changeling, being his massive size and brutish nature would give off the impression of bad art skills, his designs looked almost life-like. The prints being exceptionally beautiful and close to the real thing. They were hand painted before being laminated heavily in a thick coat of plastic mold, creating an almost credit card-like appearance and feel, though much sturdier and easier to handle without bending or breaking. The Namekian would try, testing the durability of the materials, before smirking hard with a satisfied grin on his face. "These will definitely make top dollar on the market. I can already see it." he would say, before guiding Sickle out of the alleyway and back onto the street, in open view of every building. His hand snapping in the air, watching a Hoipoi capsule fly forward and explode into a gigantic car, built for people of large stature. "This is my larger car, it should fit you nicely. We will talk more at my high rise and while on the way, we can discuss potential future deployments of these cards." He would say, before allowing Sickle into the vehicle's rear.
An unknown Namekian took the driver's seat as they got inside, causing the group to finally start making their way down streets and corridors with haste, speaking softly in the back on potential contracts and ideas, until a loud thud awoke their minds from deliberations as Sickle made his way out of the vehicle to come across a large, gigantic Namekian in front of the vehicle with his foot on the hull of the contraption, denting the metal inward. His massive muscular body smirking, emboldened by the large emblem burned into his clothing, revealing his connection with the famed Demon Clans of the planet.
Sickle was getting sick and tired of these constant interruptions with his plans. All he wanted to commit to was releasing his intended game and fucking off of this horrid green planet once and for all, but this idiot in front of him had the audacity to stop their car and act all high and mighty.
"Okay, fucko, listen he-" Sickle would start before being spoken over, something he was very much so against. His eyes thinning with anger as it occurred.
"NO, YOU LISTEN HERE!" The Namekian of the Demon Clan would say aloud, holding aloft his arm like a weapon of the ancients. "I am the one who will slay your entire race, you filthy alien scum." As he said this, his foot crushed deeper into the cars engine block. "I was tasked with finding the useless alien they call Sickle, and murdering him in cold blood as to avenge the loss of our great Lord Soleo and his many compatriots. You will die where you st-" The Namekian would try to monologue, before witnessing the face shield of the Changeling slide up to give off a menacing glow, his body rushing him and grabbing his face, gripping the soft tissue with a force unexpected.
"I'm sick and tired of your useless clan trying their best to get me at every moment I DON'T want to fight you shit stained maggots." Sickle would announce, lifting the Namekian above his head as it would slowly shrink back to normal size, his head like a grape in the palm of the gigantic Frost Demon. "I'm starting to admire the look of your planet, but every time I have to use one of your species to feed your Ajisa trees, it ruins the landscape with a crimson tone. I detest this." He would continue, gripping harder and hearing light cracks from the Namekian's skull. "I'm going to settle for making YOU the tree instead, huh?" He would taunt, before lifting the limp but living and conscious Namekian above his head and off to the side, before repeatedly bashing the body of the green skinned man into the concrete below, crushing the blackened stone revealing the topsoil and dirt below, forcing the figure of the previously Demon Clansmen deeper into the depths, going feet and feet into the ground.
"I'M PLANTING ME A DUMB ASS TREE!" His voice would echo heavily through the mask, as his final crush would leave the broken and twisted corpse in the ground, barely sticking out of the hole by his shattered legs. Sickle would compose himself, the face shield sliding back down, cleaning the paint splattered blood off as it slid, before being wiped off via the Changeling's hand. His entire form returning to one of regal composure, and returning to the inside of the car where his Namekian friend was waiting terrified, both the driver and CEO pressed back in their seats afraid.
"Do not fear me, man. They threatened our lives so I taught them a valuable lesson. One does not threaten me with a good time without expecting me to comply. Otherwise, what a terrible world we would be living in." Sickle would chuckle happily, fully aware of how psychotic he must seem to his compatriots inside of the car. They seemed to become relaxed as the car trudged on with little sputters, clearly damaged beyond belief and needing repair, but it wouldn't take far for them to arrive at the building that the Namekian originally referred to as a high rise. Looking out on the building, it looked more akin to a small office building, and Sickle was mildly confused. "What ever happened to being a 'high rise', good sir?" He would ask, rather annoyed.
"Compared to your planet, maybe it is small Changeling, but here my building is the tallest on the planet in actual building size. The only one larger is the Guru's own personal home. However, I doubt that will ever exceed higher."
"Fair enough. Shall we make our entrance before I have to slay another Demon Clansmen? I was hoping to not have to clean my cape today, and this is proving to not be the case."
"Ah, yes. Right this way."
And with that, Sickle would make his way into the conference building, up some elevators and through some glass doors into a room, filled to the brim with verdant tinted aliens, all in business attire and wielding scouter-like devices to talk and see the change in stocks. It was like a Namekian wall street. |
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Metal Sickle
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Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 21, 2019 1:19:34 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
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| "So, Mister Sickle-"
"Just call me Sickle. Or Captain."
"Ah, yes, Captain. As I was saying. After looking over your proposition for the past few hours, it has become apparent that your proposed game idea is unique compared to our opposition. I also suspect it should be worth something in the least, though we do wish to go over your ownership on it over the intergalactic copyright systems. Due to this being your direct creation, you will receive a fifty one percent copyright ownership of the product in question, with the remaining stock stock ownership being up for sale after being divided between our company's executives. Does this appeal to you?" The Namekian across from Sickle would ask, pushing some papers across the table to him.
Sickle had been in this room alone with these aliens for the past six hours, deliberation over the ideas of the game in question the costs associated with it. This was finally getting down into the brass tacks of the transaction, and as Sickle contemplated it, he become more and more convinced he could get something more out of it. Something worth while. While he did not wish to push his luck, due to his desires to release this game, he also did not desire being screwed over by intergalactic conmen.
"I suppose it is satisfactory, though I do have a request."
"Oh, and what might that be good sir?"
"We will not be releasing this under the company name of Ajisa Interactive. That's just annoyingly stupid and literally no one will find that attractive of a company name."
"Then what do you propose? This will be your daughter company to our own, so it does not matter what you name it so long as you adhere to company policy."
"There is a legend on the planet Earth of witch, a woman with extreme power by the name of Baba. I wish to use her name in the company title as 'Baba's on the Beach'. This sounds much more appealing to me than the previous proposal."
"Alright, consider it changed." The Namekian would accept and agree, marking out the previous name in the agreement in red ink and rewriting the name given by the original. With this, Sickle signed onto the agreement and shook the now oversized, but equal to Sickle's, hand of the Namekian. The deal was finally struck, and with that, Sickle could now finally go about finalizing the minor details on the creation of the business.
He would have to sit in that room another two hours before they decided on him starting the business from his own building should he buy one, and when he does, while also providing resources to create the products. It was finally set, and with a few clicks on a device, the name for the company was patented on every planet in the intergalactic trade networks. They were officially off of the cliff and into the ocean with this one. Finally able to leave this Kami forsaken planet and go somewhere more productive. Somewhere that could help him train his techniques and help him attain more and more power. His mind focused now on becoming even more powerful, through it all.
"Now that this is finally over, I have much to do with my training. I may have had this business proposal, but overall I am a fighter and soon-to-be Emperor first. I have much to do and many techniques to train before I can truly settle myself to a quieter life. If you will excuse me."
"Actually, Captain, I can help you with that."
Just as Sickle was about to leave the room, the Namekian had spoken up. It was not the one from before, but rather, another. One outside of a business suit, wearing black combat attire with the emblem of the Warrior Caste on his chest. It was clear he was here on protective order and thus was not one of the business men. He was a fighter as well... Interesting.
"Ah, so you're one of the warrior whats its. That will be fine, if you could meet me in the back courtyard in a moment, I would be glad to demonstrate why this is a bad idea."
"You talk a lot of shit for a giant lizard man."
"You talk a lot of shit for a lime colored jackass"
"Ooooooh I am going to have so much fun teaching you the lessons you deserve."
And with that, they were off. Right into the depths of the building and out into the beautiful Namekian sky. Sickle stepping out into a courtyard, built similar to that of a dojo with what seemed to be extremely durable plating on the ground. Other Namekians were training out in the open area before being hushed and moved away from the Frost Demon and their Namekian brother while they took their places. Sickle himself was prepared to test out some techniques he was still working on, and was hyped, while it seemed the Namekian away from him was more so worried with whether or not everyone around them would be safe. Sickle too was curious if he would snap at any time during the combat but was not too worried, as he could hope that maybe he'd control himself a tiny bit and only focus on the warrior clansmen in front of him. His challenge for the day, his test subject for his projects. The one who would be forced to witness the might of the Emperor's Form for the very first time without perishing in the process. He was no simple Changeling anymore...
He was officially the one who would push to greatness. Higher than any before him.
"You're standing in witness of the one who would soon be the Emperor of this entire universe. What say you, Namekian. How do you feel in the presence of what can only amount to a god to you."
"Honored. Honored enough to tear you a new one."
"So be it. Prepare yourself. I do not want to leave blood stains in too many areas. The cleaning staff will have a handful dealing with your corpse first." |
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 21, 2019 2:24:18 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
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Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
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| As they got ready and set to do combat, Sickle rushed his opponent with ferocity and violence as he went in for the kill, grabbing at the lime green killing machine, watching the small creature escape his grasp for a moment and kicking him in the cheek, forcing the Changeling back due to recoil. His body adjusting for a moment, before swinging with a right hook and hitting the creature square in the body, throwing them back against a wall hard, with a rather angry crunch sound.
That would not prove enough, as his opponent seemed to just rise back to his feet and crack his knuckles and neck, smirking with an extremely intense smile. While this spooked Sickle, it also got him wondering... Exactly how much could this opponent take.
"I am impressed. Most of my enemies at this point would have collapsed due to blood loss or other ailments to their weak and frail bodies. Yet, here you are, standing strong in the face of an ultimate power. What drives you, Namekian?"
As Sickle asked this, the Namekian would go in for the strike, firing a Ki blast that Sickle would swat away into the sky, before feeling a light kick against his bio-armor, barely resulting in small scuffs on the top layer. The Namekian looking slightly tired but enthusiastic.
"I am driven by the goals to protect my people from those who wish to do it harm. If someone as powerful as you decided to attack my people. Slaughter innocents and end lives recklessly, it would be my personal job to end that person's miserable and wretched life." He would state with certainty, his eyes burning with a passion. "Nothing, not even that person will stop me. If I am to ever amount to much and match those people, I have to be willing to be strong enough to fight those like you. Those with base powers far exceeding my own, or anyone for that matter. If I do not, then who will?"
"A valiant effort, I must agree with. It is wise of you to want to achieve such peaceful efforts, young one. Have you thought of seeking out Guru Namorel to seem guidance?"
"I have, though meeting with the Guru is a difficult task. Have you met him?"
"I have. I was friends with Namorel before he received his position from Gadulka. He and I go as far back as my first arrival on the planet of Earth, where we met the then-normal human Ayumu, one who later become the Kami of Earth."
"You have met such interesting people... How did you come across your position?"
As they talked, they were still locking arms and hitting each other rather hard, every strike matched with one in kind. They were not even in power what so ever, but Sickle purposefully pulled his punches as to not immediately destroy his opponent. He was beginning to find interest in the warrior clansmen before him, one who knew martial arts quite well but lacked the basic concept of differential powers. No matter the fighting style, Sickle would have easily snapped this namekian into dust had he not been pulling his punches, and thus he was giving off an impression of equal power to the alien creature. It was becoming clear to Sickle that this being must not be able to sense Ki or power level, yet was able to use it, which only made it even more hilarious.
"I was born to a musician out in space and crash landed on Planet Earth in their deepest and most dangerous of wildernesses. Despite my species being almost unnaturally durable, I was almost dead by the time luck happened upon me and gave me friendship in the form of Ayumu and Namorel. I also encountered many more as I slowly learned to suppress my own physical problems and push on to become what I truly wanted in life. More than anything in the world. That, and to achieve my wildest of desires out of this life."
"And what is it that you want? What do you want to become that you can't just take right now?"
"I want authority" He would merely answer, before pulling his hand up and charging a Ki blast, before throwing the strange Ki into the ground, causing a bright flashing light with the burning heat of one trillion lumens. "FLASHBANG". The light came from his head, rather than the Ki blast that hit the ground, despite what the Namekian originally thought when he followed his eyes with the small Ki blast, forgoing the sight of Sickle raising his other hand to his bio-gem. "I wanted to avenge my family's murder, and I wanted to become the Emperor of my people. The King of my race. The ultimate ruler over all Changelings." He would answer as the Namekian struggled with his burning eyes, before kicking him in the head and off to the size, side swiping the enemy hard and throwing his body against the wall once more with a sickening thud, not killing him, but hurting like hell.
The Namekian screamed in agony as he pulled himself back from the ground, everything about him burning with an intense fire inside, one of pain instead of retribution. Sickle almost felt bad, until he watched as the Namekian raised his fists once more to his opponent, arms shaking wildly as he did, though intent on winning the fight despite the power difference.
"Well I will be damned. Despite that hell of a beating you just received, you still have the gaul to actually stand back up and keep coming at me. By now anyone else of your race would have to be shipped home to their family members in a Tupper Ware container with 'extra juice holding plastic', though you stand here in one piece. A mighty feat for a warrior of your class indeed." Sickle would complement, clapping loudly as he congratulated his opposition. As he did so, the weakened namekian struck his body softly, yet trying his hardest through the pain, clearly holding his tongue and gritting his teeth through every bit of it. Refusing to give up. This did depress Sickle slightly as he witnessed it, and as a way of ending it before the Namekian killed himself somehow, Sickle would bend down to level with the Namek and whisper into his ear before swatting him in the back of the neck hard, knocking the green alien unconscious from the swipe.
"Sleep. Rest up and learn from the fight. Earn your mistakes and channel them into new future plans. This is just the beginning for you, you have a future brighter than the brightest of stars and should you desire to ever test your might once more, simply seek me out and challenge me again. Do not look for me unless you truly do develop once more."
The Frost Demon would call for the nearby Dragon Clansmen to pick up the defeated Namekian below him, broken and beaten, yet smiling in his comatose slumber. He must not have fully understood how the fight ended and accepted the matter first hand. A respectable warrior, he was, and Sickle was glad to see him develop more and more in the future into a fine and cautious warrior.
Just as he was thinking this, Sickle noticed the original Namekian CEO from before approaching him worryingly, looking back at the comatose fighter and back at Sickle, probably trying to decipher what just happened.
"What the hell happened? Is he going to be okay? He was the strongest warrior in our guard group, you can't just go killing guards. They're far more important than just meat shields." The CEO would scold, before Sickle stopped him in his tracks.
"I did not kill him, I merely taught him a lesson on strength difference. He accepted his defeat like a man and went down fighting for what he loved. His people. Tell me his name so I may keep track on him. He was a bright fighter and deserves the best of training, nothing remote of this shithole in levels of potential combatants. Every other guard here is only a fraction of his power, and he needs equal level fighters and skilled powers to test his might or he will never grow better."
"His name is Gastrodon, and if that is so I will request a replacement captain from the Warrior Clan and have him sent off to Guru's palace for proper training. Thank you for pointing that out to me... I would never have expected your kind to treat another alien species with kindness. I assumed you were all royal dicks."
"Wow, racist much?" Sickle would joke, before waving it off. "We tend to. Many of us are absolute jackasses. What gets passed around most becomes the staple. For many of my years, Namekians were pests. I learned my lesson quickly after Guru Namorel threw me into the moon. That was the moment I noticed every race had potential. I do not wish for Gastrodon to waste his."
"Wait, Guru threw you into a moon? How the hell did you survive?"
"Changeling powers"
"Changeling powers?"
"Changeling powers!"
"...Okay then."
And with that, Sickle would flex his muscles, his body aching with the pleasures of a good fight. Finally content with what he had done and the power he had shown. It was about time he made his way back to his friend's place, or back to planet Earth to prepare for any future events. He was still hyped for the idea of chasing more Dragon Balls on the planet of Sadal, whatever or wherever that may be, as well as going to Earth to request what could very well be the most dangerous of liquids the universe has produced. Either way, his future was going to be a fun and vibrant one for sure, and anyone who wanted to try and stop his plans would meet the sword. Literally, and metaphorically.
"Sorry, sir, but it is about time I make my exit now. Send my regards to Gastrodon and his family, and send me the documents via Guru for my plans for the company. I will keep in contact as much as possible, so I look forwards to seeing my card packs in stores across the galaxy."
"Yes Captain, I too look forward to a bright business venture for the both of us. May the stars align and paths unfold in a brilliant fashion, no?"
"Don't push that Nostradamus shit on me, green man."
"Indeed"
And with that, he made his escape from the place, intent on going forward with a great adventure! |
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts 
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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