The Tyrant Emerges! (Saga/Open)

[Celeh]

Celeh didn't bother wasting any more time. Ethar was in a very rough state and needed that senzu bean immediately. She'd have to try and dispatch this red Brenchian as soon as possible in order to have a chance at saving the reckless idiot. She lifted off the ground a couple of feet and took off towards that clearing she'd pointed out in the distance. It wasn't very far, probably just enough to get them outside of the current battle lines assuming nobody launched another planet busting attack. She glanced back to see if Jeice was following. She expected he would be after his emperor gave him a direct order to keep her busy. "I should really thank you for showing up. It was dreadfully frustrating just standing there watching that fight. I'm not so foolish as to dive in over my head and die, but it doesn't make it less annoying to be stuck on the sidelines. You know how we saiyans are. Fighting is in our blood." She said with a snicker as she came to a stop and floated down to the forest floor.

"If you've got anything to say now's the chance. I'm not against a little small talk while we throw down. If there was a bar nearby I'd suggest we get a pint to warm up. We're not that fortunate, though, and time is of the essence for both of us, I'd imagine." Normally Celeh wouldn't talk so much. Maybe the pressure of the situation was getting to her, or maybe the rivalry between Saiyans and Brenchians as the 'token soldiers' of space armies everywhere throughout history was making her really want to put a boot to this guy literally and proverbially.


(Exit thread/break off into secondary thread.)

[Ethar Luxun]

After seeing his blasts hit the hybrid, and sent him crashing in a distance a decent ways away, he laughed to himself. "Oh ho ho. Seems like things are going my way... The Vampire Monkey is now dead, the Ginyu Force is starting to arrive to take over dealing with the rest of the filth here..." Frieza said after Jeice went on to deal with Celeh.

"Now, I was sure there was one other pest to be bothered with..." He started to say, as he looked around. Eventually he looked up, and saw Ethan charging up extremely large amounts of energy. "Oh ho ho, A last desperate attempt? How wonderful. Very well, let us see what your made of. And when your attack fails, I will make sure you will regret not bowing down to your new Emperor." He added, as he held his arms as if to welcome Ethan's feeble attack. Although, Frieza lacked his scouter, and an ability to sense energy.

"Come Foolish Human, Let us see if you can atleast bruise me, although I doubt it. But I will have fun breaking everyone one of your bones, then killing your loved ones infront of your very eyes so that you may wither in disrepair as I finally end your miserable life!"

[Ethan Snow]

With how much was at stake, Ethan was pushing himself far beyond anything he had ever attempted in training and indeed, he had greatly surpassed what he even considered his body capable of standing up to. This was plainly evidenced by the heavy coating of sweat shining all of the young man's skin and the trickle of blood slowly running out of the blue haired teens nose, despite the fact that he hadn't been struck hard enough to cause it. Ethan wasn't sure when the nose bleed started, nor could he afford the mental energy to think about it, everything, all of his attention, every bit of control he could muster had to be diverted to the task at hand and nothing as 'trivial' as a potential brain aneurysm could stop him. Well maybe that was exaggerating things a little bit much, after all if his brain exploded there wouldn't be anyone to complete his plan and if that happened the world would, in the most general terms, be completely screwed. So with Ethar little more then a pile of gurgling meat, Celeh keeping one if Frieza's goons off his back and Ohkara nowhere to be found, Ethan was now left alone to defend the planet against the purple and white tyrant.

And now with that very same monster's attention turning toward him, even taunting him to try and hit him, Ethan could no longer afford any more time to gather the energies he needed for his plan. Ethar was no longer serving as a distraction, not that he was ever supposed to, that was supposed to have been Ethan's function, but the blue haired teen didn't get the chance. The plan was to have been Ethan using his superior durability and close in martial arts to keeps Frieza on his toes and busy while Ethar charged for a finishing attack. Instead Ethar lost all semblance of self control and attacked the monster on his own, leaving Ethan to attempt to charge up a supply of energy for a finishing move. This though was an untenable situation, Ethan's fighting style was not suited to ranged combat, nor could he be sure he could channel sufficient energy into his Shakka blast to kill Frieza, without risking blowing his own arm off. So with a strait forward offensive technique out of the question and Ethar acting too irrationally to assume his role, the only recourse Ethan could come up with was to use his his control over water in a manner that would prove to be both novel and, with any hope, singularly lethal. In truth he had never killed anyone or anything before and for all he knew, this method he had cooked up in his mind, might actually not only be overkill, but unnecessarily gruesome. Regardless though, the very safety of the Earth was in peril and he had to take this most drastic of measures, if that meant that he finally had to cross that line and kill someone, well then seventeen was just as good an age as any to grow up and and become a man.

And so that is how he had arrived at this juncture, Ethan was as far as he knew, Earth's last hope of fending off this monster. Diplomacy had failed, reason had failed and Ethar had failed. Celeh, as capable as she was, Ethan doubted would stand a chance against the alien and worse still, even if he told her what he was planning to do with all of the water his mind and reached out to and touched, he doubted she had the control to execute his plan should he have the need to pass the charge off to her. Frankly he wasn't even sure if that was even possible. So it really was him alone, the shirtless, blue haired teen verses the weird, naked, lizard, alien monster. The time was now and Ethan was about to stand and deliver.

His eyes had been closed for almost the entire time Ethar had been getting ground up into hamburger and while Celeh engaged in her own battle against the tyrant's minion. However they were now opening and when they did, Ethan's eyes were blue within blue. He stared with a pointed, focused gaze that tracked directly to Frieza and locked as if they were a pair of fire control radars locking into their target. The blue within blue eyes was the only outward indication of the teen's transformation. Indeed he himself wasn't even aware of it. He only felt an intense impetus to accomplish his task, desperation. He had read somewhere in one of his brother's many books on the subject, that certain higher states of mind could be reached with an emotional trigger. Some love, some hate, some a sense of loss. For Ethan it was the desperation of knowing that he was alone and that it all rested on his shoulders. Once before he had felt like this, during those dark days of the Saiyan invasion, and that desperation had driven him to great heights. Now everything was once again on his shoulders and he could not run and hide to build up another secret organization. The threat was here, right now and it was staring him in the face. He had to fight it head on and he had to win, there was simply no other alternative. He had to win. And wining is just what his body was trying to help him do. His desperation had fueled a serge in power that pushed him to a higher plateau than he had ever reached. Indeed, had he possessed one of those energy sensing devices, the gadget would be squealing, indicating his power surging well into the one and a half million range on the arbitrary scale on which it was based. He of course was completely unaware of this, only that he had a mission to complete and that his body felt more alive than ever before.

He considered speaking, to give the alien tyrant one more chance to stop this battle before he would have to put the massive charge of energy he'd built up to use, but that would break his very first rule of combat, don't talk to your opponent, beat them. Indeed, he had had quite a few opponents in the past that insisted on speaking in the middle of combat, Ethan never failed to make them regret that decision and he wasn't about to open himself up to the same punishment now. Instead he would act, no warning, no preamble, no silly calling out of attack names, he would simply act and if the fates were on his side, annihilate his target before Frieza could fight back. To that end, Ethan put his plan into motion. His outstretched arms lowered and he grasped the air as if he was taking old of two massive weights. Indeed, his muscles tensed and the shirtless blue haired boy grunted as he was lifting the immense, imaginary weight.

At first nothing seemed to happen other than a low rumbling sound coming from under the ground. Then the nearby river started to move in the most peculiar way, to me more specific, it was no longer moving down stream, indeed it wasn't even moving back up stream, it was in fact moving sideways, sloshing up over the banks and then lifting skyward. Then almost simultaneously, every fire hydrant in the entire town burst forth with a torrent of escaping water, the aqueous geysers joining the overflowing river in collecting before the the shirtless teen. All of the free water, ever single drop for more than a mile around came rushing, airborne, into the rapidly expanding sphere. Thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions bordering on tens of millions of gallons of water were hefted into the air by the invisible force of Ethan's will and was collecting into a single, humongous sphere. As the water collected, the boy shivered with the strain of holding the mass together, raising his arms out in front of him he cupped his hands together and the mass started to change shape. No longer was it a sphere, but within moments had turned into a bowl, the inner cavity angled in Frieza's direction. Indeed the shape continued to refine it's self until it resembled of all things, the bell shaped nozzle of a rocket engine. With the shape now cemented and the water plasticizing to hold the form, which could only be described as incredibly gigantic rocket engine bell, hovered in mid air, the business end pointed directly at the alien tyrant. And as it floated there, static in the sky, the interior surface of the massive construct, over a hundred feet across, started to bubble and fizz.

Ethan had learned this trick a long time ago, once during a friendly bout with Ohkara he had ended up in the ocean and nearly drowned. However his skill with the manipulation of water showcased just how strong it had become and, admittedly with some effort, Ethan had managed to crack the very water into a breathable mix of Hydrogen and Oxygen. Granted that mixture was highly flammable, indeed it was used as a cryogenic rocket fuel for quite some time until newer, more efficient technologies came around. Now though Ethan was going to put that very same skill and that very same trick that he had once used to breath under water, to a very deadly use. All that had kept him from bar-b-queuing his lungs that day under water was the lack of an ignition source. Today however he had one and he was about to use it.

All at once the gentle fizzing of water cracking into it's constituent atoms became a full fledged hurricane as Ethan let the reaction run away. At the same time he handed off control of the the mass his his left hand and diverted the smallest of portions of energy into his right hand. Then approaching the rear of the aquatic rocket engine, the boy thrust his right arm through the water and into the combustion chamber. He could have delivered any number of witty one-liners, ranging from quips about Frieza being all wet, to something ironic about fire and water, or even a callous “Ignition,” but instead he just went with a single, quick word, the only one he ever needed to speak, or in this case, yell. “Shakka!” The brief explosion issuing forth from the boy's hand was all that was needed to ignite the truly staggering amounts of Hydrogen fuel and pure Oxygen belching forth from the walls of the rocket nozzle.

It took only a split seconds for the massive fireball to erupt out of the hovering construct and following it came more and more and more. A truly mind blowing amount of energy was being released in a rocket plume of what was probably biblical proportions. So strong was the kick back from the thrust generated by the stream of fire, that Ethan was forced to pull his arm back out of the water and use both hands to keep control of the construct. And as the engine burned it only become hotter and more powerful, the heat generated by the burning Hydrogen fuel only served to accelerate the rate at which the water the engine was made of, was cracking into it's constituent parts. Of course more water was being continually pumped into the rear of the construct all of the time, but eventually the rocket would eat through the energy Ethan had used to construct it and when that occurred, the shape would lose cohesion. As the last of the energy ran dry the massive amount of heat flash boiled the remaining water into a cloud that covered almost the entire valley. There would of course also be smoke and undoubtedly a massive trench dug out of the ground by the plume from the construct, all of this obscuring visibility for seconds, possibly leading into minutes. Through it all, Ethan hovered stationary in the air, his breath ragged, body still covered in sweat, arms hanging at his sides as he waited to see just what was left, if anything of the alien. 'Nothing could survive that.' he thought to himself. 'He has to be dead. I don't know what I can do next if he isn't.'

[Ethar Luxun]

As Ethar laid on the ground in a bloody mess...

His mind was clouded right over. He couldnt sense anything, he couldnt see anything, nor could he hear anything. His Subconscious seemed to of detached itself from the here and now, as Ethar actually saw himself in a dark foggy place. There were no land marks, nothing to help him determine where he was. It was all straight up darkness. "Where am I? Am I dead?" He asked himself, as he looked around him for something. Anything.

"Since I died, Im supposed to appear before the council of the gods for my fate to be determined.... what is...." He continued to ask, but voice interrupted him. "You are not dead Ethar. Your body has entered a state of a coma so it can focus on keeping you alive, while sacrificing other functions. Such as active consciousness." it said. It seemed to belong to a female, and one that he recognized, but he wasnt certain to its identity until a figure emerged from the fog.

It turned out to be a woman. Long brown hair, and blue eyes, just like him. Flawless skin, and wearing a white dress, one fitting of a queen, Ethar knew exactly who it was that was speaking to him...

"M-Mother?!" He asked, and the woman just smiled and nodded. "Yes, My filius... Well, In a sense. I am speaking to you spiritually, because your mind and body are at their absolute limit and are clinging to life by hardly anything that resembles a hair. So your soul called out to the person you love the most. Me." She said as she walked closer to Ethar, and hugged him tightly.

She continued to speak as she gently let Ethar go. "You know, Living the life you are now, learning about new cultures, learning and expanding your knowledge of the higher arts of magic, and protecting those you love, at any cost... Most of those are traits of a noble king. I am happy you are...somewhat, following this path." She added, as Ethar looked up to her. "But Mother, I failed to protect them. It was because of me that they were placed in this mortal danger, and I wasnt able to correct my own mistake." He said, as he then looked down in shame.

But Ethars Mother Jayla just placed her hand on Ethars head, and rubbed his hair, messing it up a bit. "That is true, you did cause the very conflict you worked so hard to help avoid, but that doesnt make you a bad person. Your heart was in the right place, and you should know that that isnt what would soil your soul. If you give up without giving it your best effort, then you will of not only dishonored yourself, but our family as well." She started to say, almost making Ethar feel bad, but Jayla did have a good point. "Besides, Your not finished yet my filius... Your still alive, somewhat. If your comrades are able to provide medical assistance of sorts, your body will reboot itself and allow you to keep fighting."

Ethar smiled. The spiritual pep talk from his mother actually helped him out.

Clenching his fists, Ethar nodded to his mother. "I will keep going Mother. No matter what. Ill make you and Father proud!" He said, full of determination once more. He felt more focused then every before, but he knew he couldnt do anything until his body had recovered enough to allow himself to function again.

Jayla nodded to Ethar with a smile. "Im proud of you Ethar. Never think otherwise. When you return to Nor, The throne will be yours, as you are the only male Heir left in our Family. There has been... some disturbing events on Nor that have happened since you have left... The Elder Council will be sending for you in the future. They will tell you more." She said, as she quickly hugged her son again before her body started to fade.

"M-Mother! The Link! Its...Fading! Whats going on?" Ethar said, knowing that Spiritual links werent supposed to fade out as it was. "Im afraid this is goodbye Ethar... For how long, I am unsure... Just promise me one thing Ethar..."

This got Ethar panicking a small amount, as it made him ask "Ill do anything Mother, What is it?"

It was then his mother had a silly grin on her face, one that Ethar only saw on his mother's face when she was about to ask him something that would obviously make him uncomfortable. "Promise me... You will woo that Saiyan girl Ive seen you thinking about.... and I get to meet her someday. Since just from our spiritual connection only, I can sense how much your heart cares for her. And I want to meet the woman who has captured my filius's heart."

This made Ethar's face turn a bright red, as he stumbled to speak "M-Mother! That is private information!" He replied, as his mother started to laugh as she faded into nothing, Leaving Ethar to wait in his own subconscious.

"This is why I HATE Spiritual Magic...." Ethar said as he shook his head.

[Ethar Luxun]

Frieza watched in curiosity as Ethan formed his construct. "And what is that supposed to be?" He asked, wondering what it was since he was unfamiliar with Earthling technology.

When part of it began to bubble, Frieza put his guard up, but was completely taken by surprise as Ethan ignited the mixture, and Frieza was blasted with super hot fire and pressure. "Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" the tyrant shrieked as the fire blasted his body. He tried to bring up an energy shield to protect himself, but the fire was too fast for Frieza as the intense flames engulfed him.

He was on fire! And the intensity of the continuous blast made it burn hotter then he could imagine!

However, once Ethan shut down his construct, He would see that the Tyrant of Evil was still standing, granted his limbs were burnt off. Only black studs remained, and his skin was completely charred and burned. Frieza had beyond 3rd degree burns over almost all of his body. And he was still alive!

The black and burnt Acrosian struggled to look up at the human who had caused such irreparable damage to the great Lord Frieza and growled. "Y-You...B-Bastard! How could y-you... I-I am...t-the supreme...being... here! How could a low life such as yourself d-do this...to me!"

[Noir]

From her battle with Burter still fresh in Noirs mind she slowly creeps up on the battlefield, her dark skin letting her form seem to melt in the shadows, such powerful energy is on display that her own is masked, she is just a speck on the radar at best. Her body shivers and ripples just being in the presence of this energy, this power, this all consuming dread that permeates every fiber of her being. Noir was not exactly weak but this made her see how truelly stronger others were. Her entire body shaking trembling at just the aftermath of what happened here. She could sense even in his damaged state he was strong but he was also solely focused on his foes. There was a chance here a chance to become stronger. A chance to become a real force to be reckoned with. One who would not fail to save those innocents the ones who were harmed despite being uninvolved in the strife.

From her position she could see the other combatants she could absorb frieza right now, take his power for her own, become stronger and protect those in need and remove a powerful foe at the same time. So why was she hesitating, why did the thought make her feel so sick to her stomach. "You cant back out of this Noir, do you want more people to die like those poor victims earlier? What if its her next time? What if it is Astra? Would you feel this guilt now? Would you wish you went back and made the choice there?" even her own internal monologue was against her. She hated absorption, knowing she could do it and do it so easily disgusted her. It made her feel more like a monster some inhuman creature which was not technically wrong.

She grips her head pained by the internal conflict her mind in turmoil over what she should do, then something happened, something deep within her genes cries forth. A memory not her own one belonging to another Majin, light pink skin, bright yellow eyes long hair split into 3 sections that was wider than her body, wearing a red cheongsam with a pink trim. Hr face is an expression of agony, tears streaming down her face holding what looks to be a severely damaged android woman in her arms the pain is palpable, Noir clutches her chest feeling the pain the sorrow the anger all of it flow into her, she has never lost anything in her life but now she was being bombarded with the very real feelings it conjures forth. She sees the tendril of her hair wrap around the woman making a pink sphere from which the majin emerges, wearing the androids clothes strange markings and grooves along her body and a very real increase in power. its message was clear this could be the pain she could feel, this could very well be the same for her if anything happened to Astra. She was wavering at first but now there is no doubt, she knows exactly what to do. Although she is disgusted with herself for doing it as long as no one sees her she will be ok.

She stood blended into the shadows her target before her, a detemination welling inside her so strong she clenches her fists hard enough that her own blue blood drips down her fingers she wasnt scared anymore, the pain just told her this was real and it was about to happen. the tendrils on her head slowly slink down detaching themselves from her body. They murge together like a viscious black globule of living liquid slowly ever so slowly creeping its way to frieza hearing him postulate and ruminate on his mutilated form gave her the best opening she could ask for as the globule rested behind him, all it needed was one last push, the zero point. Noir new there was no turning back if she went from here "..........do it"

With that the liquid springs to life bursting forward expanding massively into what will become the new prison for frieza. The fighters in front of him see the mass burst up from nowhere friezas yell of surprise surprised muffled by a sudden loud cracking noise as the the go seems to compress around hims slowly slivering away back into the shadows like a hideous creature of nightmares if the others were to look into the shadows they would see the brief glint of light hitting yellow eyes a sudden sinister flash to all who gazed upon it only to dissapear as Noirs hidden form seems to dissolve into the darkness as she slinks away still surpressed enough to hide as she resists her bodies changes with its new acquisition. This was going to be a rough night but she did what she must do, make sure the threat of the tyrant frieza would never return again.

[Ethan Snow]

As the smoke and the steam and the dust slowly cleared, Ethan waited with ever increasing tension, had he succeeded, had he failed? What the Earth safe, or had he just pissed the tyrant off and earned a particularly brutal death for himself? Slowly, excruciatingly slowly the answer revealed it's self as the shirtless boy hovered over the smoking trench dug out by his novel rocket engine attack. There was a figure in the dust, too indistinct for the boy to make out any details, but it was there and it could only be one thing. Ethan's heart leapt up into his throat and he clenched his fists, preparing to do battle to the end with the monster. His attack had failed, and all he could do now was buy time at the expense of his own life, he surely couldn't defeat an enemy capable of surviving the amount of power he'd just discharged upon him.

But wait, as the smoke and dust continued to clear, there was something strange about the figure. Indeed, as it gained more definition, Ethan could see that something was missing, in fact several somethings. After a few moments more, there he was, Frieza, mist lordly omnipotent himself, reduced to a charred torso and a head. The shear savagery of what he'd done to the other being was not lost on Ethan and for a moment, one of his hands went to his mouth while the other to his stomach and he fought the sudden urge to throw up. To think that he possessed the power to inflict such grievous wounds on so powerful a foe was both exhilarating and sickening at the same time, especially since he had done it so willingly. But then it dawned on him why he'd been able to do what he had done, Frieza, in his total arrogance, had completely let his guard down, probably thinking that Ethan, being human, did not possess the power to destroy him. If the alien had fought him instead of letting Ethan strike him with the sum total of the power he'd gathered, the boy was sure things would have gone very differently.

The pain filled, screeching words of the tyrant that issued forth seemed to confirm for Ethan this hypothesis and that it was something the alien didn't quite understand. Ethan would enlighten him in answering his question, though it was perhaps also possible that the question was rhetorical. With his still blue within blue eyes staring directly at the crippled form of Frieza, Ethan hovered closer so that he could be clearly heard and then spoke in a voice that belied the state of almost perfect calm his impromptu transformation had bestowed upon him. "I was able to destroy you for one simple reason that you, the Saiyans, and every other alien that comes to this world looking for a fight seems to suffer from. You have all, and continue to underestimate us. Had you fought me instead of..."

Mid-sentence, Ethan shuddered as if he had been suddenly grabbed in a sensitive part of his anatomy. "...Fought me instead of grandstanding, you might have won. But your arrogance was..." Ethan continued and then paused again as another, obviously painful shudder rolled through his body. He brought a hand up to his nose and noted that the bleeding had not stopped. In a moment of realization his blue within blue eyes went a little wide and he backed off from the wrecked mass of charred flesh. In attaining this level of power before he was ready to, his body had been supremely taxed. Worse still, since he had not properly prepared himself to achieve this level, he had no idea how to properly maintain it. So with the threat well and truly eliminated, Ethan's subconscious, the part of his mind that had forced the transformation upon him, was now letting go of the increased power, and all at once the great strain of using the transformation before he was ready, started to ravage the boy's body. Indeed, he couldn't even complete his sentence, hovering backwards atop his flying surfboard, the shirtless teen's eyes returned to their natural form as he gasped in pain, one hand holding his aching head while the other wrapped around an equally aching middle. All at once the last vestiges of his strength seemed to be leaving him, replaced by intense muscular aches and a pounding headache that threatened to blow his head apart.

Then suddenly, nothing. The strain and sudden withdrawal of that immense power took it's toll on the boy and it was too much for him to handle. Ethan wobbled left then right, his board no longer staying properly beneath him to support his weight. Then finally he lost his balance completely, passing out somewhere during the fall to the ground to land with a thud some fifty feet or so away from Frieza's barely animate remains. Flat on his back, the blue haired teen was out, his body and mind completely spent following the victory over the would be conqueror. Coma was an apt word to describe his condition, for he had been so traumatized by the power he had wielded, that his body nor his mind could take it and it was clear to anyone that he would not be moving under his own power for some time to come.

[Celeh]

Celeh made it back to the battleground in a hurry. Jeice seemed to have vanished on their way to the forest clearing she intended to use for their fight. He bailed likely due to the fact that Freiza had been walloped by the blue haired Earthling. She had witnessed the Final blow, electing to ignore the majin that was standing over Freiza in favor of rushing that senzu over to Ethar.

He looked like he had free fallen from the stratosphere and had an unkind meeting with the ground. He wasn't even conscious, much like Ethan. Celeh pushed his mouth open with her thumb and set the bean on his jaw teeth. She then pushed his mouth closed and worked his jaw for him to crush and chew the bean. She then tipped his head back and massaged his throat with her index finger and thumb to get him to swallow. Once that ordeal was done she'd stand and step back to five him some space.

Ethan was beyond spent, but at least he didn't look like he had a meteoric fall into something harder than him. Still, she started to walk over to him. If Ethar was conscious at this point she would call to him, "Ethar, I don't have another bean to give Ethan. I'm going to take him to the closest hospital.
Meet me back at my house whenever you sense me coming."

And with that, she scooped Ethan up onto her shoulders in a fireman style carry position before lifting off the ground and taking off towards the closest city to get her other friend patched up.





(OOC: PL please.)

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar was just sitting and waiting in the back of his conscious mind, unaware as to what was transpiring, until things started to brighten up around him. The pain in his body started to subside as he started to wake up. He felt someone massaging his throat as he was forced to swallow something. He took a deep breath, allowing him to wake up a bit faster.

His eyes slowly opened up, the blood obstructing his vision slowly going as he caught a glimpse of Celeh as she spoke to him. He knew Ethan was going to be in the hospital for some time, but why did she ask him to come to her home afterwards? He quickly remembered that they were fighting Frieza. So when his Body was back to 100%, He quickly sat up and looked to where the Tyrant was, atleast, where he remembered.

Other then the massive scorch mark on the ground, there was no sign of him. The scent of burnt flesh, and fear still lingered in the air, and the fact that Ethar had a heightened sense of smell didnt help at all. "Did we.... win? How?" He asked himself. He was glad Celeh was alright, and he hoped the best for his best friend Ethan.

He slowly got up to his feet and turned to the mountain where his home was. And with a Heavy sigh, he floated up into the air and flew towards where his home was. He had to go bury someone he considered a daughter to him, and salvage what he had left of his home after Frieza destroyed it all...

(Exit)
(Requesting PL. Saga PL Multiplier and Zenkai Bonus in Effect. Weights in effect)

[Noir]

Watching from the shadows was Noir it was harder and harder to suppress her shifting power level especially as frieza took a lot of internal energy to subdue him and keep him placated. The gum of her body shifts violently as her boy attempts to change she has to grit her teeth and summon up a lot of willpower to fight it "No i will not let you change me. I am Noir and you are my prisoner, you power is mine so if you just accept it quietly i will let you dream peacefully"

After a few minutes of struggling and writhing it finally settles the only changes were her 2 ponytails merged into a shape resembling a tail, she managed to keep a thin veil of her normal self over herself. Now that she was done now that the adrenaline wore off the impact of what she had done finally kicks in, she wretches and is on the verge of puking her body trembling, the gum shaking and rippling quite violently as she drops ot her knees to find any sort of stability.

"I absorbed him, how could i do something so disgusting. How am i even capable of something like that" She looks at her hands trembling "What am i? What sort of creature could do something like this" her mind is in turmoil a maelstrom of confusion and disgust she tries thinking of anything to calm herself down but all she sees is the memory of the pink skinned yellow eyed majin absorbing the android woman. There was to be no peace for Noir this night her turmoiled mind would haunt her for a time, though that was the consequences of what she had done and she had to live with them. Slowly but shakily she gets back to her feet "I should get home. I don't want Astra to worry about me."

She slowly flies off hoping ot find comfort and solace in the only home she knows

(Exit)
(requesting PL for saga and absroption and the PL for the burter fight too)

[Ohkara Minamaru]

21,900 PL Awarded to Ethan

[Ohkara Minamaru]

11,100 PL awarded to Celeh

[Ohkara Minamaru]

27,900 PL to Noir.

[Ethan Snow]

Review in progress...

Power level increase of 16,490 awarded to Ethar, AKA. Mr. Hamburger.

Enjoy.