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The Saiyan of Two Universes Saga, A Dragon Ball story
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<blockquote data-quote="India Actual" data-source="post: 1330" data-attributes="member: 80"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)">Chapter 4: (Part 2)</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">A few days later, Sorrel was getting anxious during the wait until the start of the tournament and decided to go for a walk to clear her head. Korian was back at their hide out keeping a low profile as she had suggested. She happened upon a market selling various handmade wares by poorer folks who didn’t have much else but their own two hands and some talent. She was browsing the different tables when something caught her eyes and she picked it up to inspect it. She got a sudden idea and nodded to herself approvingly at the notion that had crept into her head. She looked down over to the seller and asked politely “How much for this?” After she completed the sale for the item, she started back to meet up with Korian when she noticed one of the wolf brothers in the street, it was gray furred brother of the pack and they each stopped once they had noticed one another in passing. “Bergamo was it?” she said trying to recall his name for their meeting a few days ago. She put a hand on her hip and stood in a confident, yet cocky manner. “Ah, little Miss rabbit. To what do I owe the pleasure?” She simply gave a smirk and shrugged. “The name is Sorrel. Just taking in the sights in your neighborhood here. I must say I love what you’ve done with the place when it’s not crawling with murderous thugs.” Bergamo kept it calm and stone faced even though she was clearly being sarcastic with him. “I would move on from this planet if I were you. You seem like a nice girl and it would be a shame if my murderous little neighborhood were to claim you as its next victim.” She scoffed at the mere suggestion and pointed a finger of her gloved hand out at him accusingly. “I’ll have you know that I intend to do just that and to help facilitate such a departure, I’ve entered the tournament. “He seemed taken back at her statement for a moment, but then he laughed heartily at the notion that this tiny rabbit intended to win the tournament all to herself. “You’re either incredibly brave or stupid, maybe you’re both. Some friendly advice though, don’t get our way tomorrow or we’ll be forced to take you down. I’m not a bad man, Sorrel, but I will do what I need to do to protect my family. Take care of yourself.” He strode past her and kept going on his way down the street. She whirled around and call after him, “See you tomorrow!” </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">After her interaction with Bergamo she had made her way back to their hide out and found Korian doing some stretching exercises in the middle of the room. She came up behind him and he stopped as he heard her foot falls when she came in the door. “Heads up.” She tossed him what she had bought at the market which was wrapped up in her a simple black cloth. He caught the package and unraveled the cloth from around what appeared to be a mask of some kind. As Korian inspected it Sorrel came up beside him and squatted down to take it in her hands. It was a red and black painted demon mask, very traditional in design and probably had some folklore behind it as well. She held it up to her down face and peered at him through the eye holes with her bright red irises. “For you to wear tomorrow at the tournament. The way I figure is we don’t need anyone figuring out just who or what you are right now. Lest our activity here catches the attention of the Supreme Kai and we can guess what that may entail.” She reached out and placed the mask on his face and tied it around his spikey head, fashioning the black cloth around the rest of his head in a head scarf to cover his hair. “It smells funny” he simply retorted to all her hard work and dedication at protecting their behinds and she returned the favor by socking him in the arm. “Listen, Korian, we have to be serious about this. Things are going to get tough tomorrow and I don’t want to have to think about pissed off gods coming down on us too.” Her thoughts fell back to what Bergamo had told her about entering the tournament and how serious he looked. She reached out her fist to him for a fist bump which he reciprocated. “We do this together and we’ll be able to go home safely this time.” Korian nodded in his demon mask and she thought that he looked bad ass wearing his disguise. He responded to her simply, “Damn right we will.” </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Early the next day, Korian and Sorrel flew to the appointed meeting grounds of the tournament which turned out to be a giant arena on the other side of the city. A large crowd of spectators was already filing into the fight venue, as they landed and began to work their way through the crowd, they headed for the fighter’s staging area and checked in with the people running the event. After making sure everyone was paid in full and briefed of the very concise rule set which included:</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">1. Single elimination grand prix style matches</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">2. No killing techniques otherwise no holds barred</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">3. Victory by ring out, knock out, or submission</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">It all seemed pretty straight forward as they registered their fighting names, Sorrel just used her name, but Korian registered as Demon mask, tacky, Sorrel thought but it would have to do and they were ushered into the venue, they were in awe of the sheer size and volume of the cheers that came from the crowd high in the stands. Other fighters were all warming up in the staging area and Sorrel immediately spotted the Trio de Danger, with the two younger brothers practicing some moves on one another in a mock spar. Bergamo just stood stoic and turned his head slightly when he noticed Sorrel out of the corner of his eye. He did look curious as to who the masked fighter was that was with her, but his attention turned away once Sorrel very animatedly started to wave at him. She just chuckled to herself knowing she was going to try and get under his skin. “What was that all about?” Korian asked because he had no idea of the relationship between the two, but Sorrel got serious for a moment. “That’s them, the Trio de Danger. The big one, that’s Bergamo, I think he’s our biggest threat, but I wouldn’t underestimate any one of these fighters.” Korian began to size up the Trio and he grew antsy at the thought of fighting such strong looking opponents. “Let’s go, babe. It’s going to start soon.” Sorrel nodded and they all lined up and noticed the number of fighters was about twenty individuals. They had set up a board which was by random draw of their registration of who they would be fighting first and in what order the matches would go. Korian was in the first fight against a burly looking brawler named Sango. Sorrel found the wolf brother’s names on the roster, it seems she was a paired up against the youngest looking brother, Basil. Bergamo and the other brother, Lavender, were squared off against other fighters in the middle of the pack. The announcers for the event began to prattle on to hype up the crowd, but Korian just remained sharp and focused until he heard his nom de guerre be called out and stepped up into the ring to the cheers of the crowd, Sorrel calling after him with words of encouragement that seemed drowned out by all that was going on around him. His opponent Sango was called, he stepped into the ring’s opposite side and faced off against Korian who began to smile to himself under the mask since this was it, now was when he felt most alive in the whole world.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Everything else suddenly dropped off his radar once the fight began as Sango began to circle around Korian in the ring, looking for his opening to come at him for a quick and decisive victory. Korian remained unmoving from his original position much to the bewilderment of several fighters on the side lines. Sorrel knew what he was up to and just crossed her arms with a cocky smirk. Sango charged in on him now from behind and to the left with a powerful side kick aimed at sending him sailing right out of the ring, but Sango’s attack had just cut the air where Korian’s upright frame once stood. He had collapsed himself backwards underneath the attack and he planted his hands on the ground as he swung his legs around to sweep Sango off his feet. Instead of hitting the ring, Sango was now doubled over an upper cut to the gut, the tremendous speed and shock from the blow had knocked the day lights out of him and his hulking body hung limp over the much smaller Korian’s right fist. He tossed his opponent out of the ring like if he was casting aside a piece of trash so carelessly into the bin, once the big man was down and out he calmly walked out of the ring and his eyes met the Trio de Danger on the sidelines, Basil and Lavender seemed shocked by the ease of his win, but not Bergamo, he looked right into Korian’s eyes behind the mask and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Now they knew what they were dealing with and things were going to certainly get interesting from here on out. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The other matches proceeded along with each winner being cheered as they proceeded further along the brackets. Lavender’s match came as a surprise to Sorrel as she witnessed him breathing a thick purple substance onto his fists as the match began. What was even more shocking was the fact that when he encountered his opponent with it, it seemed to cause numbing pain on the affected area. She wasn’t quite sure what it could be that he was using, but she knew it would be trouble indeed. Lavender had completely overwhelmed his opponents his technique and won the match handily. Korian stood behind her with his arms crossed watching the matches unfold one by one. Next up was Bergamo who gave Korian a look as he entered the ring and now, he had his attention as he squared off against one of the men Sorrel had seen from days prior, he was a brute, much taller and fiercer looking than Bergamo. The match began and the brutish man must have been very confident in his strength as he charged right in on Bergamo and plowed his fist square into his chest. Everyone expected the worst, but what surprised even Korian was that Bergamo didn’t even move from the blow and this seemed to startle the brute of an opponent even more as Bergamo then reacted by cocking back his fist and sending an energy laden punch into his face which sent him crashing down outside the ring in complete shambles. It appears he might have even crushed part of his face when he made contact which made the man scream in pain. Bergamo coldly exited the ring much to the cheers of the crowd and he rallied them further by pumping a fist into the air.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">A few more matches and now it was Sorrel’s turn to fight. They announced her into the ring which she stepped up on and turned to give Korian a thumbs up. “Remember your training.” He said to encourage her and keep her focused. She nodded with confidence as she completed her entrance and waiting for Basil to enter the ring. The red furred wolf leapt into the ring and came down with a sneer as he pointed to Sorrel and gave her a thumb’s down. This elicited a reaction of her giving him the finger with a smug look on her face, this certainly angered Basil as the match was commenced and he quickly vanished from her sight. Much to her shock at his display of speed he put on at the beginning of the match, it was cut short when she caught sight of a kick swinging in from the corner of her eye which she just barely managed to put her arms up to block. The power from the attack sent her sailing back toward the edge of the ring, but she managed to catch herself against the ground and propel forward off her back foot to put on the brakes. She knew she had a fight on her hands now and she would do her diligence to ensure that he knew who he was dealing with as well. Basil dashed in with his speedy attacks again, but Sorrel caught flashes of his movements when he closed the gap on them to finish her off. Sorrel sent a kick swinging in which met his with the right timing to cause both strikes to clash which caused the red wolf to back off. This gave her the opportunity to close in on him when he was momentarily off balance and she came in with a barrage of punches which were intended to drive him back on the defensive and shift the momentum of the fight. Some of her strikes found their marks as he was sent reeling across the ring. “That’s it! You’re dead.” He shouted as he wound up a kick in a spin as his foot began to glow with energy which was released in a ball and sent sailing in her direction. Sorrel put up both hands to block the blast and she sent out a Ki blast of her own just before impact to nullify the attack, but the concussion from the blast still sent her tumbling away. Basil was already pressing the attack before she could fully recover with an axe kick being wound up to come down on top of her. Sorrel lunged hard off her back foot for him and managed to intercept the kick before it came down. She grappled onto his leg and pushed with all her might which threw him off balance and allowed her to perform a take down. She set herself up in position and threw her own legs around the one she had a hold of, and she began to crank opposite of his knee joint as well as locking up his ankle to further pressure the hold. Basil cried out in pain but didn’t submit to her grapple at the current intensity that she had it applied. So Sorrel just wrenched down as hard as could muster and dislocated his knee with a sick, audible pop. She released the leg as he cried out clutching the mangled knee as he began to roll about the ring in agony. “You bitch, ahhhh my leg!” Sorrel looked pissed when he called her a bitch and the little rabbit dove on top of him in a mount and began to rain blows down on his face with brutal effect. “Who are you calling a bitch?! You f$#*ing piece of shit! How do you like me now?!!!!” Basil’s two brothers looked shocked on the sidelines at her animalistic ferocity and were more than a little concerned for their brother’s well-being. She was still cursing up a storm when she was pulled off him by the official who came rushing from the sidelines, he made sure that Basil was still amongst the living which would disqualify Sorrel from competition. He was bloodied and knocked out cold, so the referee grabbed little bloody rabbit’s hand to raise it in victory, but she furiously snatched her arm back “Get the f#@* off me!” Sorrel stormed out of the ring and began to huff and puff as she got back to Korian who just put his hand on her shoulder in a sign of encouragement. She just crossed her arms very heatedly and continued to watch the matches unfold.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The remaining wolf brothers made short work of their opponents as the tournament proceeded, but as if fate seemed to unfold so did Korian and Sorrel with exciting martial displays and furious anger. Korian was set next to face off against the young, vicious, Lavender who decimated his opponents with his strange debilitating attacks. Korian was cautious as he entered a wide based defensive stance to start the match, sure enough Lavender set about his usual attack pattern of coating his fists in a purple miasma. Korian was ready and met his attack with a counter punch to the jaw which wolf staggering. Korian gave chase in leaps and bounds, but Lavender quickly recovered from the blow in the midst of match and put up an ‘X’ style crossed armed block to protect himself from Korian’s hammer-like blows which he quickly broke and took a double swipe at Korian’s arms with his infused claws, catching his right arm in the process and sending numbing pain on contact with his skin. Korian hopped back a few paces to gain some ground as he watched the skin on his arm turn color and begin to go numb. It dawned on him when he experienced it for himself that this was a type of poison that was affecting him, he gritted his teeth as he brought up his left arm to block an quick incoming attack, but instead of catching another poisoned blow, Korian chopped at Lavender’s forearm to deflect the strike away. A shift of his weight brought Korian in closer and he sank a knee into his gut which caused Lavender to relieve his stomach of its contents. Lavender leaned back and swung in for head butt which missed by a hair’s breathe, Korian tilting his head to the side. The two immediately began to clash and trade blows with one another in rapid succession, the crowd being awed by the martial display set forth during this contest. Korian caught him again in a lock-up and for his troubles Lavender received multiple elbow strikes to the side of his head. He managed to push off his attacker and stepped back to charge up purple energy in both his palms. “Try this on for size!” He fired his blast which Korian could only assume was infused with his poison technique, but Korian quickly pulled back his working left arm and balled up his fist as blue energy surged onto his fist, he threw his arm forward and opened his fingers in a talon-like grip, “Kitsune-haaaaa!!!!” He had never tried his master’s signature energy wave before one handed but he made do in the moment and the attacks met in the center of the ring. Lavender chuckled maniacally to himself as he poured more energy into his attack which made Korian slide back across the ring toward the edge. At this rate he would either catch the full power of his enemies’ technique or be forced out of the ring by the pressure of the attack. He needed to do something, but his body began to ache from the injured arm, he gave what his body allowed with a one-handed blast. Korian narrowed his eyes and he dug deep inside for the burning fire that resided in the Saiyan race, he let it pour forth as a golden aura erupted around his body and his eyes behind the mask began to shine blue. He leaned in and let his power fly as the Fox energy wave doubled in size and barreled straight into Lavender who was swallowed up by the tidal wave of energy. When it was all over and Korian powered down, letting out a sigh of relief, Lavender was unconscious in the spectator’s stands. Bergamo narrowed his eyes and looked furiously at the masked man who had taken down his remaining brother. Making his way back to his wife on the sidelines, Korian clutched his damaged arm as she looked at his injuries from the fight. Sorrel poured some water over the affected area and wrapped his arm up in a bandage. “Thanks, Sorrel. It’s starting to feel a little better now.” Sorrel was calmer now from getting so worked up during her fights, her white fur still had some blood stains along her cheeks, but she wasn’t going to get fussy about her appearance at a time like this. “You’re up next in the semifinal against Bergamo. Be careful out there. He’s hiding something, I can tell.” Sorrel clenched a fist in confidence and nodded as Korian was giving her advice. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” She confidently stepped up into the ring when the announcer called her.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sorrel waited for her opponent in the ring and she began to bounce on her toes and threw a few practice jabs while she awaited the big, gray wolf’s arrival. Bergamo stepped up into the ring and he looked all business from the outset. His eyes were laser focused on Sorrel and his fists were balled at his side, he didn’t look angry, but this gave Sorrel pause and she readied to meet him in combat. He walked straight up to her in the center of the ring and looked down at the rabbit who cockily standing with her hands on her hips, looking straight up at him and not wavering from his attempt to play mind games on her. “I don’t blame you for what you did to my brother, but I warned you not to get in my way.” The referee called the match to start and Sorrel immediately hopped back to gain some distance on the big wolf. She began to raise her power up dramatically as an aura of white energy appeared around her body, she brought her hands together near her torso and let her fingertips meet as energy began to form between her palms. “Kitsune….” she shot her hands out with her fingers splayed and the thumbs and forefingers meeting as she fired off the technique of the fox energy wave. “HAAAAAAA!” she cried out as a large blue Ki blast shot across the ring to Bergamo who brought his hands up to block the attack, but he was quickly overwhelmed and vanished in the brilliant flash of the attack. Sorrel ceased her attack and huffed as she had put a lot of energy into the blow to finish the fight quickly. As the dust began to settle, she was shocked to see that not only was he still standing right where he began, but he looked as if he had grown an entire head taller than before. He broke his stance and vanished with a shocking amount of speed, reappearing directly in front of her and snatching her up with his crushing strength by the neck. He lifted her up by the throat and brought her to eye level with him, Sorrel struggling and kicking against his torso with what she could muster after getting caught off guard. “It’s over. Now get lost while I finish your partner.” He wound up and punched her directly in the face to send her sailing out of the ring, but Korian was there to catch her before she hit the ground. He looked down to his unconscious and bleeding wife, feeling nothing but anger and disdain for Bergamo well up inside his chest. His hate filled eyes shot Bergamo a death stare from behind his mask that could ignite a fire. Bergamo reciprocated the stare down before turning away to exit the ring and await the final match of the tournament. After a few minutes, Sorrel began to rouse with groans and coughs when she choked on some blood that must have went down her throat, struggling to sit up, but prevented by Korian from doing so. “Easy now, you took a big hit. You need to rest.” Sorrel’s eyes began to well up with tears from frustration as she looked up to him, she felt ashamed by her recklessness in the fight and the embarrassment she was feeling was just too much right now. “I’m sorry” was all she could muster, but Korian just shook his head and he leaned forward to pull her into a gentle hug. “Don’t be sorry. Everything is going to be okay.” He set her down so she could rest and gave her a thumbs up. “I’ll get us home, I promise.” </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Now was the time, the final minutes of the tournament had come down to the match between Bergamo and Korian, who went by the alias Demon mask. The crowd roared with enthusiasm for both fighters as they had put on vicious displays of their power. Unlike before, Bergamo said nothing to Korian and likewise the Saiyan spoke no words to him as they met in the center of the ring prior to the start of the match. It was an intense stare down between the gray wolf and the demon masked Saiyan, each having their own reasons for being here and each feeling waves of emotion that lead up to this match. Once the start of the match was signaled, they simultaneously clash fists in their opening attacks, the force of the blows made an audible “Boom!” Korian being slightly faster of the two set about striking Bergamo about his torso with a rapid combination of blows from his fists and elbows which made the wolf hunch over in pain. Finally, a sign that he could be hurt by physical force, yet after a moment the marks of each strike had disappeared, and Bergamo’s expression went from discomfort to a sneer as she swung his fast fists at Korian’s head which was already weaving to the side. He twisted his body and used foot work to off line from his attacker and gain his bearings before he had to strike or defend from the next series of attacks, he was a bit unsettled that Bergamo appeared to have gotten bigger after he was hit by his combination. “So that’s it, you absorb your opponent’s energy and make it your own. How clever.” Bergamo only smiled at the revelation made by Korian and pressed the attack inside which was met by a flurry of blows from the demon masked Saiyan which ended with a roundhouse kick to the side of Bergamo’s head, this appeared to knock the senses out of him. Korian backed off as Bergamo’s body grew further in size to what twice he once had been. Cocking his fists at his sides and reaching into his well of Ki energy, Korian transformed into a Super Saiyan under his disguise which emitted a golden aura around his body. Bergamo opened his arms to welcome all attacks from Korian this time as he was rocked back by the sheer force of each blow to the edge of the ring, the pain ringing out throughout his body from the Saiyan’s heavy blows. Just before he slid off the edge of the ring, Bergamo grabbed Korian by the arms and lifted him up to strike out with a fierce head butt which broke away part of the mask. He doubled over the masked Saiyan with a knee strike to the stomach before punching him away across the ring. Bergamo’s hands glowed bright with energy now as he closed the distance on a stunned Korian, just before he brought a crushing fist down on top of him Korian kicked out at Bergamo’s stomach which gave him the moment he needed to plant his hands and flip out of the way from the attack. Bergamo didn’t stall long though as he sped up his attacks and the two clashed again and again at breakneck speeds as they moved about the ring. Korian was caught again with another crushing blow to his right ribs, seems his right arm hadn’t fully healed yet and was sluggish in keeping up with Bergamo’s attacks. The blow struck pain which ran deep into his body from the shot to the liver and he knew then that Bergamo had noticed his handicap when he gave him a feint attack from the left only to catch another liver shot which got past his right guard. Korian sank to his knees in agony and coughed like he was going to vomit, but he exhaled sharply between his teeth with a hiss and punched the ring floor to release the pain from his body. “Don’t quit on me now, it was just starting to get interesting.” The wolf chimed in as the Super Saiyan sprung to his feet and caught him on the chin with a rising upper cut which lifted Bergamo off his feet and sent him crashing back down to the ring. “Far from it.” One of Korian’s blue eyes shown from the missing part of the mask, looking fierce and determined to continue the fight. Bergamo shook off the sudden blow and got to his feet, charging up his own Ki and bringing his fists and feet to glow with energy whether it be his own or what he had absorbed. A blast rang out as Bergamo began to punch and release the stored-up energy as projectiles which Korian twisted and moved around the ring to avoid. The series of attacks grew faster and more varied and Bergamo began to spin and flip himself to send projectiles from his kicks as well. Korian caught one his blasts which propelled him toward the edge of the ring, he pushed himself up and performed a leap frog up and over the blast, allowing it to go between his legs as he charged across the ring avoiding the incoming blasts with fluid dodging and sheer speed. Once he had reached Bergamo he kicked down low in an aim to chop his legs down like a tree and bringing him down to size, once lowered down in height Korian sent his own short left uppercut into Bergamo’s liver which did it’s intended damage and collapsed the wolf on the spot. The Saiyan powered up now and held out a hand directly in front of Bergamo’s face, threatening him with a point-blank attack. Bergamo just grinned at him and Korian backed off knowing that he didn’t want to finish it like this. He wanted more and Bergamo took the cue to leap backwards to gain some ground. “I don’t know who or what you are, but a poor choice, Demon mask. I’ll finish it with this!” Bergamo started to power up and bring forth everything he had in a shining red aura which surrounded his body, he raised his right hand which was crackling with energy and he shot it out with a cry, “Wolfgang Penetrator” sending his energy flying forth. Korian was prepared himself as he brought both his hands together to prepare the Kitsune wave, he sent his own blue energy beam to meet Bergamo’s blast with a “Kitsune-ha!!!” The beams crashed into one another and seemed to settle and even out where they had met, but Bergamo roared out and poured more Ki into his attack which quickly pressured him and brought the blast nearly on top of the Saiyan. He could just barely see Bergamo opposite of him, and he noticed his brothers cheering him on the sidelines of the ring. It was so loud from the crowd and the impact of energy that Korian could barely think, but then he heard it from behind him. “You’ve got this!” a high pitch voice cried out and knew Sorrel was up and cheering him on. He wasn’t going to let her down, he wasn’t going to let himself down. Korian gritted his teeth as he cried out to power up further into his Super Saiyan 2 transformation, “HAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH” the energy emitted from his body shredding the remains of the mask and blowing the head scarf off completely. Now his own attack pressed Bergamo’s back across the ring with tremendous speed, the blistering force that crashed into the gray wolf caused him to struggle to cling on to the energy wave with his bare hands. “I can handle this much!” He gritted his teeth and hissed in the struggle to absorb the energy while holding the continuous beam at bay. Korian knew this was the moment and reached deep inside to find more and poured it forth, increasing the beam in size and intensity which swallowed up Bergamo. Korian angled the beam so it would curve up and out of the arena so as not to strike any bystanders, when it was over, he doubled over and caught himself with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. The crowd began to roar even louder which caught his attention and he looked up to see Bergamo still standing near the edge of the ring, he had grown nearly triple in height and smoke was rising off his fur. He was standing with an intensely focused look on his face, but it was all for naught as was standing unconscious and collapsed forward in a heap to the ring. The referee called the match for Korian who had now powered down to his base form and threw up a fist in victory. Sorrel was already on top of him and she threw herself into his arms which nearly bowled him in surprise. Lavender of the Trio was already tending to Bergamo who slowly rose to his feet. Korian and Bergamo’s eyes met now, and Bergamo just nodded to him out of respect as they parted ways in the ring. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Later that day, Sorrel and Korian had gotten their winnings from the event. The purse alone could more than cover them buying some form of transport back home, but the wager they had made on themselves was very profitable as Demon mask Korian was viewed as a long shot to the hometown favorite of Bergamo. Sorrel was joyfully counting their earnings on the table in their run-down hideout. Korian had taken what they needed to acquire a new ship that could take them home. Once he arrived back, he came up behind a smiling Sorrel who was more than thrilled to be rolling in the dough, but once she met his eyes her jubilance suddenly faded. “What’s wrong?” she said. Korian patted her on the shoulder “You’re not going to like it, but I want you to do something for me.” </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Bergamo, Basil, and Lavender had just arrived home with Basil on crutches and Lavender helping his wounded brother along. Bergamo looked sore, but it was more a shot to his pride than any physical injury he had sustained. He looked to his brothers feeling ashamed that he had let them down and that they would be forced to live in this dump. Just then a knock on the door sounded which Lavender answered and he paused at the door not moving or saying anything. “Who is it?” Bergamo questioned as he rose to join his brother at the door, but as he drew closer, he was shocked to see a large sack of money sitting on their doorstep. He looked around outside their home for who could have possibly granted them such a donation and found no one, but then out of the corner of his eye and high up across the street he spotted a familiar white rabbit standing on the rooftop’s edge with her red scarf gently waving in the breeze. She didn’t look very happy and let him know it by giving him the finger with a smug look on her face. Bergamo just smirked and nodded in appreciation to her, Sorrel just shook her head in disgust with her charity and turned to leap off the roof where she disappeared into the crowd.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">After meeting back up with Korian at their larger and slightly run-down looking ship, Sorrel hopped into the front passenger’s seat this time, kicking her feet up and putting her hands behind her head. She still didn’t look happy with the fact that she had just given away a small fortune in their hard-earned money, but she understood why Korian wanted her to do it. They needed it more than they did, perhaps they would use it to better the community, she didn’t really care at this point as she closed her eyes and spoke. “Let’s get out of this shit hole, I want to take a bath so bad right now.” Korian just chuckled as he set course for home and he was certainly pleased with the outcome of this little adventure.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Another month later, they arrived home to the greetings of Kitsune who went to give them hugs, but her eyes went wide when she embraced them both in a group hug. “You both smell like shit. Just what have you been doing all this time?” She stepped back and pinched her nose as she looks upon Korian who was dirty smelling rather ripe and Sorrel whose fur was matted with blood stains and dirt. Korian just chuckled out of embarrassment and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “Well, uhhhh, you see……” Sorrel cut him off as she strode for their house to go take a bath. “Community outreach.” The little rabbit disappeared inside to the confused blinks of both Kitsune and Korian who broke down in laughter.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">A bath, a hearty meal, and a good night’s rest later, Korian awoke early and stretched in bed with a yawn. Not finding his wife in bed next to him he wandered over to the toilet and opened the door to find Sorrel hugging the porcelain who looked up to him wearily. “I don’t feel so good.” He picked her up and helped her to clean herself up. She sat down on the toilet and looked up to him with a bag of mixed emotions as she struggled to find the words to come out. “Korian….” He knew this was serious as she always meant business with him when she used his name first. “…. I’m late.” He just blinked and gave her a dumb founded look. She sighed and shook her weary head from all that had been going on this morning. “I’m pregnant” she said flat out and Korian’s expression turned from dumb founded to a look of shock and awe as he gasped in surprise. “We’re going to have a baby?!” He picked her up and gave her a hug which swung her from side to side. This just made her more nauseous and she lost the remaining contents of her stomach but this time all over her captor. Outside the house Kitsune was practicing her morning kata routines when she heard Korian cry out in disgust which echoed all the way to her house. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204)">On an unknown world, a green skinned man with a white mohawk was sitting near a table with a crystal ball perched in the center. He was coldly peering into it which displayed scenes of the fight between Bergamo and Korian at the tournament. As he watched the match end, he let out a “Hmph” and rose from his seat.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="India Actual, post: 1330, member: 80"] [SIZE=4][FONT=arial][FONT=verdana][COLOR=rgb(204, 204, 204)]Chapter 4: (Part 2)[/COLOR][/FONT][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=rgb(204, 204, 204)][FONT=verdana] A few days later, Sorrel was getting anxious during the wait until the start of the tournament and decided to go for a walk to clear her head. Korian was back at their hide out keeping a low profile as she had suggested. She happened upon a market selling various handmade wares by poorer folks who didn’t have much else but their own two hands and some talent. She was browsing the different tables when something caught her eyes and she picked it up to inspect it. She got a sudden idea and nodded to herself approvingly at the notion that had crept into her head. She looked down over to the seller and asked politely “How much for this?” After she completed the sale for the item, she started back to meet up with Korian when she noticed one of the wolf brothers in the street, it was gray furred brother of the pack and they each stopped once they had noticed one another in passing. “Bergamo was it?” she said trying to recall his name for their meeting a few days ago. She put a hand on her hip and stood in a confident, yet cocky manner. “Ah, little Miss rabbit. To what do I owe the pleasure?” She simply gave a smirk and shrugged. “The name is Sorrel. Just taking in the sights in your neighborhood here. I must say I love what you’ve done with the place when it’s not crawling with murderous thugs.” Bergamo kept it calm and stone faced even though she was clearly being sarcastic with him. “I would move on from this planet if I were you. You seem like a nice girl and it would be a shame if my murderous little neighborhood were to claim you as its next victim.” She scoffed at the mere suggestion and pointed a finger of her gloved hand out at him accusingly. “I’ll have you know that I intend to do just that and to help facilitate such a departure, I’ve entered the tournament. “He seemed taken back at her statement for a moment, but then he laughed heartily at the notion that this tiny rabbit intended to win the tournament all to herself. “You’re either incredibly brave or stupid, maybe you’re both. Some friendly advice though, don’t get our way tomorrow or we’ll be forced to take you down. I’m not a bad man, Sorrel, but I will do what I need to do to protect my family. Take care of yourself.” He strode past her and kept going on his way down the street. She whirled around and call after him, “See you tomorrow!” After her interaction with Bergamo she had made her way back to their hide out and found Korian doing some stretching exercises in the middle of the room. She came up behind him and he stopped as he heard her foot falls when she came in the door. “Heads up.” She tossed him what she had bought at the market which was wrapped up in her a simple black cloth. He caught the package and unraveled the cloth from around what appeared to be a mask of some kind. As Korian inspected it Sorrel came up beside him and squatted down to take it in her hands. It was a red and black painted demon mask, very traditional in design and probably had some folklore behind it as well. She held it up to her down face and peered at him through the eye holes with her bright red irises. “For you to wear tomorrow at the tournament. The way I figure is we don’t need anyone figuring out just who or what you are right now. Lest our activity here catches the attention of the Supreme Kai and we can guess what that may entail.” She reached out and placed the mask on his face and tied it around his spikey head, fashioning the black cloth around the rest of his head in a head scarf to cover his hair. “It smells funny” he simply retorted to all her hard work and dedication at protecting their behinds and she returned the favor by socking him in the arm. “Listen, Korian, we have to be serious about this. Things are going to get tough tomorrow and I don’t want to have to think about pissed off gods coming down on us too.” Her thoughts fell back to what Bergamo had told her about entering the tournament and how serious he looked. She reached out her fist to him for a fist bump which he reciprocated. “We do this together and we’ll be able to go home safely this time.” Korian nodded in his demon mask and she thought that he looked bad ass wearing his disguise. He responded to her simply, “Damn right we will.” Early the next day, Korian and Sorrel flew to the appointed meeting grounds of the tournament which turned out to be a giant arena on the other side of the city. A large crowd of spectators was already filing into the fight venue, as they landed and began to work their way through the crowd, they headed for the fighter’s staging area and checked in with the people running the event. After making sure everyone was paid in full and briefed of the very concise rule set which included: 1. Single elimination grand prix style matches 2. No killing techniques otherwise no holds barred 3. Victory by ring out, knock out, or submission It all seemed pretty straight forward as they registered their fighting names, Sorrel just used her name, but Korian registered as Demon mask, tacky, Sorrel thought but it would have to do and they were ushered into the venue, they were in awe of the sheer size and volume of the cheers that came from the crowd high in the stands. Other fighters were all warming up in the staging area and Sorrel immediately spotted the Trio de Danger, with the two younger brothers practicing some moves on one another in a mock spar. Bergamo just stood stoic and turned his head slightly when he noticed Sorrel out of the corner of his eye. He did look curious as to who the masked fighter was that was with her, but his attention turned away once Sorrel very animatedly started to wave at him. She just chuckled to herself knowing she was going to try and get under his skin. “What was that all about?” Korian asked because he had no idea of the relationship between the two, but Sorrel got serious for a moment. “That’s them, the Trio de Danger. The big one, that’s Bergamo, I think he’s our biggest threat, but I wouldn’t underestimate any one of these fighters.” Korian began to size up the Trio and he grew antsy at the thought of fighting such strong looking opponents. “Let’s go, babe. It’s going to start soon.” Sorrel nodded and they all lined up and noticed the number of fighters was about twenty individuals. They had set up a board which was by random draw of their registration of who they would be fighting first and in what order the matches would go. Korian was in the first fight against a burly looking brawler named Sango. Sorrel found the wolf brother’s names on the roster, it seems she was a paired up against the youngest looking brother, Basil. Bergamo and the other brother, Lavender, were squared off against other fighters in the middle of the pack. The announcers for the event began to prattle on to hype up the crowd, but Korian just remained sharp and focused until he heard his nom de guerre be called out and stepped up into the ring to the cheers of the crowd, Sorrel calling after him with words of encouragement that seemed drowned out by all that was going on around him. His opponent Sango was called, he stepped into the ring’s opposite side and faced off against Korian who began to smile to himself under the mask since this was it, now was when he felt most alive in the whole world. Everything else suddenly dropped off his radar once the fight began as Sango began to circle around Korian in the ring, looking for his opening to come at him for a quick and decisive victory. Korian remained unmoving from his original position much to the bewilderment of several fighters on the side lines. Sorrel knew what he was up to and just crossed her arms with a cocky smirk. Sango charged in on him now from behind and to the left with a powerful side kick aimed at sending him sailing right out of the ring, but Sango’s attack had just cut the air where Korian’s upright frame once stood. He had collapsed himself backwards underneath the attack and he planted his hands on the ground as he swung his legs around to sweep Sango off his feet. Instead of hitting the ring, Sango was now doubled over an upper cut to the gut, the tremendous speed and shock from the blow had knocked the day lights out of him and his hulking body hung limp over the much smaller Korian’s right fist. He tossed his opponent out of the ring like if he was casting aside a piece of trash so carelessly into the bin, once the big man was down and out he calmly walked out of the ring and his eyes met the Trio de Danger on the sidelines, Basil and Lavender seemed shocked by the ease of his win, but not Bergamo, he looked right into Korian’s eyes behind the mask and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Now they knew what they were dealing with and things were going to certainly get interesting from here on out. The other matches proceeded along with each winner being cheered as they proceeded further along the brackets. Lavender’s match came as a surprise to Sorrel as she witnessed him breathing a thick purple substance onto his fists as the match began. What was even more shocking was the fact that when he encountered his opponent with it, it seemed to cause numbing pain on the affected area. She wasn’t quite sure what it could be that he was using, but she knew it would be trouble indeed. Lavender had completely overwhelmed his opponents his technique and won the match handily. Korian stood behind her with his arms crossed watching the matches unfold one by one. Next up was Bergamo who gave Korian a look as he entered the ring and now, he had his attention as he squared off against one of the men Sorrel had seen from days prior, he was a brute, much taller and fiercer looking than Bergamo. The match began and the brutish man must have been very confident in his strength as he charged right in on Bergamo and plowed his fist square into his chest. Everyone expected the worst, but what surprised even Korian was that Bergamo didn’t even move from the blow and this seemed to startle the brute of an opponent even more as Bergamo then reacted by cocking back his fist and sending an energy laden punch into his face which sent him crashing down outside the ring in complete shambles. It appears he might have even crushed part of his face when he made contact which made the man scream in pain. Bergamo coldly exited the ring much to the cheers of the crowd and he rallied them further by pumping a fist into the air. A few more matches and now it was Sorrel’s turn to fight. They announced her into the ring which she stepped up on and turned to give Korian a thumbs up. “Remember your training.” He said to encourage her and keep her focused. She nodded with confidence as she completed her entrance and waiting for Basil to enter the ring. The red furred wolf leapt into the ring and came down with a sneer as he pointed to Sorrel and gave her a thumb’s down. This elicited a reaction of her giving him the finger with a smug look on her face, this certainly angered Basil as the match was commenced and he quickly vanished from her sight. Much to her shock at his display of speed he put on at the beginning of the match, it was cut short when she caught sight of a kick swinging in from the corner of her eye which she just barely managed to put her arms up to block. The power from the attack sent her sailing back toward the edge of the ring, but she managed to catch herself against the ground and propel forward off her back foot to put on the brakes. She knew she had a fight on her hands now and she would do her diligence to ensure that he knew who he was dealing with as well. Basil dashed in with his speedy attacks again, but Sorrel caught flashes of his movements when he closed the gap on them to finish her off. Sorrel sent a kick swinging in which met his with the right timing to cause both strikes to clash which caused the red wolf to back off. This gave her the opportunity to close in on him when he was momentarily off balance and she came in with a barrage of punches which were intended to drive him back on the defensive and shift the momentum of the fight. Some of her strikes found their marks as he was sent reeling across the ring. “That’s it! You’re dead.” He shouted as he wound up a kick in a spin as his foot began to glow with energy which was released in a ball and sent sailing in her direction. Sorrel put up both hands to block the blast and she sent out a Ki blast of her own just before impact to nullify the attack, but the concussion from the blast still sent her tumbling away. Basil was already pressing the attack before she could fully recover with an axe kick being wound up to come down on top of her. Sorrel lunged hard off her back foot for him and managed to intercept the kick before it came down. She grappled onto his leg and pushed with all her might which threw him off balance and allowed her to perform a take down. She set herself up in position and threw her own legs around the one she had a hold of, and she began to crank opposite of his knee joint as well as locking up his ankle to further pressure the hold. Basil cried out in pain but didn’t submit to her grapple at the current intensity that she had it applied. So Sorrel just wrenched down as hard as could muster and dislocated his knee with a sick, audible pop. She released the leg as he cried out clutching the mangled knee as he began to roll about the ring in agony. “You bitch, ahhhh my leg!” Sorrel looked pissed when he called her a bitch and the little rabbit dove on top of him in a mount and began to rain blows down on his face with brutal effect. “Who are you calling a bitch?! You f$#*ing piece of shit! How do you like me now?!!!!” Basil’s two brothers looked shocked on the sidelines at her animalistic ferocity and were more than a little concerned for their brother’s well-being. She was still cursing up a storm when she was pulled off him by the official who came rushing from the sidelines, he made sure that Basil was still amongst the living which would disqualify Sorrel from competition. He was bloodied and knocked out cold, so the referee grabbed little bloody rabbit’s hand to raise it in victory, but she furiously snatched her arm back “Get the f#@* off me!” Sorrel stormed out of the ring and began to huff and puff as she got back to Korian who just put his hand on her shoulder in a sign of encouragement. She just crossed her arms very heatedly and continued to watch the matches unfold. The remaining wolf brothers made short work of their opponents as the tournament proceeded, but as if fate seemed to unfold so did Korian and Sorrel with exciting martial displays and furious anger. Korian was set next to face off against the young, vicious, Lavender who decimated his opponents with his strange debilitating attacks. Korian was cautious as he entered a wide based defensive stance to start the match, sure enough Lavender set about his usual attack pattern of coating his fists in a purple miasma. Korian was ready and met his attack with a counter punch to the jaw which wolf staggering. Korian gave chase in leaps and bounds, but Lavender quickly recovered from the blow in the midst of match and put up an ‘X’ style crossed armed block to protect himself from Korian’s hammer-like blows which he quickly broke and took a double swipe at Korian’s arms with his infused claws, catching his right arm in the process and sending numbing pain on contact with his skin. Korian hopped back a few paces to gain some ground as he watched the skin on his arm turn color and begin to go numb. It dawned on him when he experienced it for himself that this was a type of poison that was affecting him, he gritted his teeth as he brought up his left arm to block an quick incoming attack, but instead of catching another poisoned blow, Korian chopped at Lavender’s forearm to deflect the strike away. A shift of his weight brought Korian in closer and he sank a knee into his gut which caused Lavender to relieve his stomach of its contents. Lavender leaned back and swung in for head butt which missed by a hair’s breathe, Korian tilting his head to the side. The two immediately began to clash and trade blows with one another in rapid succession, the crowd being awed by the martial display set forth during this contest. Korian caught him again in a lock-up and for his troubles Lavender received multiple elbow strikes to the side of his head. He managed to push off his attacker and stepped back to charge up purple energy in both his palms. “Try this on for size!” He fired his blast which Korian could only assume was infused with his poison technique, but Korian quickly pulled back his working left arm and balled up his fist as blue energy surged onto his fist, he threw his arm forward and opened his fingers in a talon-like grip, “Kitsune-haaaaa!!!!” He had never tried his master’s signature energy wave before one handed but he made do in the moment and the attacks met in the center of the ring. Lavender chuckled maniacally to himself as he poured more energy into his attack which made Korian slide back across the ring toward the edge. At this rate he would either catch the full power of his enemies’ technique or be forced out of the ring by the pressure of the attack. He needed to do something, but his body began to ache from the injured arm, he gave what his body allowed with a one-handed blast. Korian narrowed his eyes and he dug deep inside for the burning fire that resided in the Saiyan race, he let it pour forth as a golden aura erupted around his body and his eyes behind the mask began to shine blue. He leaned in and let his power fly as the Fox energy wave doubled in size and barreled straight into Lavender who was swallowed up by the tidal wave of energy. When it was all over and Korian powered down, letting out a sigh of relief, Lavender was unconscious in the spectator’s stands. Bergamo narrowed his eyes and looked furiously at the masked man who had taken down his remaining brother. Making his way back to his wife on the sidelines, Korian clutched his damaged arm as she looked at his injuries from the fight. Sorrel poured some water over the affected area and wrapped his arm up in a bandage. “Thanks, Sorrel. It’s starting to feel a little better now.” Sorrel was calmer now from getting so worked up during her fights, her white fur still had some blood stains along her cheeks, but she wasn’t going to get fussy about her appearance at a time like this. “You’re up next in the semifinal against Bergamo. Be careful out there. He’s hiding something, I can tell.” Sorrel clenched a fist in confidence and nodded as Korian was giving her advice. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” She confidently stepped up into the ring when the announcer called her. Sorrel waited for her opponent in the ring and she began to bounce on her toes and threw a few practice jabs while she awaited the big, gray wolf’s arrival. Bergamo stepped up into the ring and he looked all business from the outset. His eyes were laser focused on Sorrel and his fists were balled at his side, he didn’t look angry, but this gave Sorrel pause and she readied to meet him in combat. He walked straight up to her in the center of the ring and looked down at the rabbit who cockily standing with her hands on her hips, looking straight up at him and not wavering from his attempt to play mind games on her. “I don’t blame you for what you did to my brother, but I warned you not to get in my way.” The referee called the match to start and Sorrel immediately hopped back to gain some distance on the big wolf. She began to raise her power up dramatically as an aura of white energy appeared around her body, she brought her hands together near her torso and let her fingertips meet as energy began to form between her palms. “Kitsune….” she shot her hands out with her fingers splayed and the thumbs and forefingers meeting as she fired off the technique of the fox energy wave. “HAAAAAAA!” she cried out as a large blue Ki blast shot across the ring to Bergamo who brought his hands up to block the attack, but he was quickly overwhelmed and vanished in the brilliant flash of the attack. Sorrel ceased her attack and huffed as she had put a lot of energy into the blow to finish the fight quickly. As the dust began to settle, she was shocked to see that not only was he still standing right where he began, but he looked as if he had grown an entire head taller than before. He broke his stance and vanished with a shocking amount of speed, reappearing directly in front of her and snatching her up with his crushing strength by the neck. He lifted her up by the throat and brought her to eye level with him, Sorrel struggling and kicking against his torso with what she could muster after getting caught off guard. “It’s over. Now get lost while I finish your partner.” He wound up and punched her directly in the face to send her sailing out of the ring, but Korian was there to catch her before she hit the ground. He looked down to his unconscious and bleeding wife, feeling nothing but anger and disdain for Bergamo well up inside his chest. His hate filled eyes shot Bergamo a death stare from behind his mask that could ignite a fire. Bergamo reciprocated the stare down before turning away to exit the ring and await the final match of the tournament. After a few minutes, Sorrel began to rouse with groans and coughs when she choked on some blood that must have went down her throat, struggling to sit up, but prevented by Korian from doing so. “Easy now, you took a big hit. You need to rest.” Sorrel’s eyes began to well up with tears from frustration as she looked up to him, she felt ashamed by her recklessness in the fight and the embarrassment she was feeling was just too much right now. “I’m sorry” was all she could muster, but Korian just shook his head and he leaned forward to pull her into a gentle hug. “Don’t be sorry. Everything is going to be okay.” He set her down so she could rest and gave her a thumbs up. “I’ll get us home, I promise.” Now was the time, the final minutes of the tournament had come down to the match between Bergamo and Korian, who went by the alias Demon mask. The crowd roared with enthusiasm for both fighters as they had put on vicious displays of their power. Unlike before, Bergamo said nothing to Korian and likewise the Saiyan spoke no words to him as they met in the center of the ring prior to the start of the match. It was an intense stare down between the gray wolf and the demon masked Saiyan, each having their own reasons for being here and each feeling waves of emotion that lead up to this match. Once the start of the match was signaled, they simultaneously clash fists in their opening attacks, the force of the blows made an audible “Boom!” Korian being slightly faster of the two set about striking Bergamo about his torso with a rapid combination of blows from his fists and elbows which made the wolf hunch over in pain. Finally, a sign that he could be hurt by physical force, yet after a moment the marks of each strike had disappeared, and Bergamo’s expression went from discomfort to a sneer as she swung his fast fists at Korian’s head which was already weaving to the side. He twisted his body and used foot work to off line from his attacker and gain his bearings before he had to strike or defend from the next series of attacks, he was a bit unsettled that Bergamo appeared to have gotten bigger after he was hit by his combination. “So that’s it, you absorb your opponent’s energy and make it your own. How clever.” Bergamo only smiled at the revelation made by Korian and pressed the attack inside which was met by a flurry of blows from the demon masked Saiyan which ended with a roundhouse kick to the side of Bergamo’s head, this appeared to knock the senses out of him. Korian backed off as Bergamo’s body grew further in size to what twice he once had been. Cocking his fists at his sides and reaching into his well of Ki energy, Korian transformed into a Super Saiyan under his disguise which emitted a golden aura around his body. Bergamo opened his arms to welcome all attacks from Korian this time as he was rocked back by the sheer force of each blow to the edge of the ring, the pain ringing out throughout his body from the Saiyan’s heavy blows. Just before he slid off the edge of the ring, Bergamo grabbed Korian by the arms and lifted him up to strike out with a fierce head butt which broke away part of the mask. He doubled over the masked Saiyan with a knee strike to the stomach before punching him away across the ring. Bergamo’s hands glowed bright with energy now as he closed the distance on a stunned Korian, just before he brought a crushing fist down on top of him Korian kicked out at Bergamo’s stomach which gave him the moment he needed to plant his hands and flip out of the way from the attack. Bergamo didn’t stall long though as he sped up his attacks and the two clashed again and again at breakneck speeds as they moved about the ring. Korian was caught again with another crushing blow to his right ribs, seems his right arm hadn’t fully healed yet and was sluggish in keeping up with Bergamo’s attacks. The blow struck pain which ran deep into his body from the shot to the liver and he knew then that Bergamo had noticed his handicap when he gave him a feint attack from the left only to catch another liver shot which got past his right guard. Korian sank to his knees in agony and coughed like he was going to vomit, but he exhaled sharply between his teeth with a hiss and punched the ring floor to release the pain from his body. “Don’t quit on me now, it was just starting to get interesting.” The wolf chimed in as the Super Saiyan sprung to his feet and caught him on the chin with a rising upper cut which lifted Bergamo off his feet and sent him crashing back down to the ring. “Far from it.” One of Korian’s blue eyes shown from the missing part of the mask, looking fierce and determined to continue the fight. Bergamo shook off the sudden blow and got to his feet, charging up his own Ki and bringing his fists and feet to glow with energy whether it be his own or what he had absorbed. A blast rang out as Bergamo began to punch and release the stored-up energy as projectiles which Korian twisted and moved around the ring to avoid. The series of attacks grew faster and more varied and Bergamo began to spin and flip himself to send projectiles from his kicks as well. Korian caught one his blasts which propelled him toward the edge of the ring, he pushed himself up and performed a leap frog up and over the blast, allowing it to go between his legs as he charged across the ring avoiding the incoming blasts with fluid dodging and sheer speed. Once he had reached Bergamo he kicked down low in an aim to chop his legs down like a tree and bringing him down to size, once lowered down in height Korian sent his own short left uppercut into Bergamo’s liver which did it’s intended damage and collapsed the wolf on the spot. The Saiyan powered up now and held out a hand directly in front of Bergamo’s face, threatening him with a point-blank attack. Bergamo just grinned at him and Korian backed off knowing that he didn’t want to finish it like this. He wanted more and Bergamo took the cue to leap backwards to gain some ground. “I don’t know who or what you are, but a poor choice, Demon mask. I’ll finish it with this!” Bergamo started to power up and bring forth everything he had in a shining red aura which surrounded his body, he raised his right hand which was crackling with energy and he shot it out with a cry, “Wolfgang Penetrator” sending his energy flying forth. Korian was prepared himself as he brought both his hands together to prepare the Kitsune wave, he sent his own blue energy beam to meet Bergamo’s blast with a “Kitsune-ha!!!” The beams crashed into one another and seemed to settle and even out where they had met, but Bergamo roared out and poured more Ki into his attack which quickly pressured him and brought the blast nearly on top of the Saiyan. He could just barely see Bergamo opposite of him, and he noticed his brothers cheering him on the sidelines of the ring. It was so loud from the crowd and the impact of energy that Korian could barely think, but then he heard it from behind him. “You’ve got this!” a high pitch voice cried out and knew Sorrel was up and cheering him on. He wasn’t going to let her down, he wasn’t going to let himself down. Korian gritted his teeth as he cried out to power up further into his Super Saiyan 2 transformation, “HAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH” the energy emitted from his body shredding the remains of the mask and blowing the head scarf off completely. Now his own attack pressed Bergamo’s back across the ring with tremendous speed, the blistering force that crashed into the gray wolf caused him to struggle to cling on to the energy wave with his bare hands. “I can handle this much!” He gritted his teeth and hissed in the struggle to absorb the energy while holding the continuous beam at bay. Korian knew this was the moment and reached deep inside to find more and poured it forth, increasing the beam in size and intensity which swallowed up Bergamo. Korian angled the beam so it would curve up and out of the arena so as not to strike any bystanders, when it was over, he doubled over and caught himself with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. The crowd began to roar even louder which caught his attention and he looked up to see Bergamo still standing near the edge of the ring, he had grown nearly triple in height and smoke was rising off his fur. He was standing with an intensely focused look on his face, but it was all for naught as was standing unconscious and collapsed forward in a heap to the ring. The referee called the match for Korian who had now powered down to his base form and threw up a fist in victory. Sorrel was already on top of him and she threw herself into his arms which nearly bowled him in surprise. Lavender of the Trio was already tending to Bergamo who slowly rose to his feet. Korian and Bergamo’s eyes met now, and Bergamo just nodded to him out of respect as they parted ways in the ring. Later that day, Sorrel and Korian had gotten their winnings from the event. The purse alone could more than cover them buying some form of transport back home, but the wager they had made on themselves was very profitable as Demon mask Korian was viewed as a long shot to the hometown favorite of Bergamo. Sorrel was joyfully counting their earnings on the table in their run-down hideout. Korian had taken what they needed to acquire a new ship that could take them home. Once he arrived back, he came up behind a smiling Sorrel who was more than thrilled to be rolling in the dough, but once she met his eyes her jubilance suddenly faded. “What’s wrong?” she said. Korian patted her on the shoulder “You’re not going to like it, but I want you to do something for me.” Bergamo, Basil, and Lavender had just arrived home with Basil on crutches and Lavender helping his wounded brother along. Bergamo looked sore, but it was more a shot to his pride than any physical injury he had sustained. He looked to his brothers feeling ashamed that he had let them down and that they would be forced to live in this dump. Just then a knock on the door sounded which Lavender answered and he paused at the door not moving or saying anything. “Who is it?” Bergamo questioned as he rose to join his brother at the door, but as he drew closer, he was shocked to see a large sack of money sitting on their doorstep. He looked around outside their home for who could have possibly granted them such a donation and found no one, but then out of the corner of his eye and high up across the street he spotted a familiar white rabbit standing on the rooftop’s edge with her red scarf gently waving in the breeze. She didn’t look very happy and let him know it by giving him the finger with a smug look on her face. Bergamo just smirked and nodded in appreciation to her, Sorrel just shook her head in disgust with her charity and turned to leap off the roof where she disappeared into the crowd. After meeting back up with Korian at their larger and slightly run-down looking ship, Sorrel hopped into the front passenger’s seat this time, kicking her feet up and putting her hands behind her head. She still didn’t look happy with the fact that she had just given away a small fortune in their hard-earned money, but she understood why Korian wanted her to do it. They needed it more than they did, perhaps they would use it to better the community, she didn’t really care at this point as she closed her eyes and spoke. “Let’s get out of this shit hole, I want to take a bath so bad right now.” Korian just chuckled as he set course for home and he was certainly pleased with the outcome of this little adventure. Another month later, they arrived home to the greetings of Kitsune who went to give them hugs, but her eyes went wide when she embraced them both in a group hug. “You both smell like shit. Just what have you been doing all this time?” She stepped back and pinched her nose as she looks upon Korian who was dirty smelling rather ripe and Sorrel whose fur was matted with blood stains and dirt. Korian just chuckled out of embarrassment and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “Well, uhhhh, you see……” Sorrel cut him off as she strode for their house to go take a bath. “Community outreach.” The little rabbit disappeared inside to the confused blinks of both Kitsune and Korian who broke down in laughter. A bath, a hearty meal, and a good night’s rest later, Korian awoke early and stretched in bed with a yawn. Not finding his wife in bed next to him he wandered over to the toilet and opened the door to find Sorrel hugging the porcelain who looked up to him wearily. “I don’t feel so good.” He picked her up and helped her to clean herself up. She sat down on the toilet and looked up to him with a bag of mixed emotions as she struggled to find the words to come out. “Korian….” He knew this was serious as she always meant business with him when she used his name first. “…. I’m late.” He just blinked and gave her a dumb founded look. She sighed and shook her weary head from all that had been going on this morning. “I’m pregnant” she said flat out and Korian’s expression turned from dumb founded to a look of shock and awe as he gasped in surprise. “We’re going to have a baby?!” He picked her up and gave her a hug which swung her from side to side. This just made her more nauseous and she lost the remaining contents of her stomach but this time all over her captor. Outside the house Kitsune was practicing her morning kata routines when she heard Korian cry out in disgust which echoed all the way to her house. [/FONT][/COLOR] [FONT=verdana][COLOR=rgb(204, 204, 204)]On an unknown world, a green skinned man with a white mohawk was sitting near a table with a crystal ball perched in the center. He was coldly peering into it which displayed scenes of the fight between Bergamo and Korian at the tournament. As he watched the match end, he let out a “Hmph” and rose from his seat.[/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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