Free the people! - South City [Citole]

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto rocketed through the skies, his hair whipping back, exposing his forehead. His black eyes were glowing with determination as he sped over the mountains blow. He had been flying for miles now, the crisp north-western air changing into humid, hot air about an hour ago. He smirked, because that meant one thing; he was nearing South City. It also meant that he could make a statement.

He planned on seizing the town, give it back to the residents. He also planned on delivering a powerful strike to Frieza's army. Vanto flew above the city, masking his power level as he hid within the clouds. He didn't sense high power levels coming from the city, meaning that Frieza didn't assign very strong people. That bastard must've through that all humans were weak, and the tyrant was about to find out he was sadly mistaken. Vanto was ready to take down these poor little henchman, clad in a fighting outfit; a black v-neck shirt and grey sweatpants with a white sash tied around the waist, along with black capsule corp combat boots (something he stole from his father). "Here I go." he muttered, and his white aura flared to light, bigger than usual. He unmasked his ki, and shot down into the city, appearing to be a white comet to those watching below.

He landed, a ring of dust appearing at his feet, the boy slightly hunched over. He stood up, looking around. It was at this moment that he realized that it was the people that gave its city life. South City looked abandoned, aside from the grunts and lackeys walking around. Vanto turned to a house, and at the window was a women, scared for her life, and knowing that the boy wasn't from around here. She mouthed the words 'Get out of here', and pointed in the direction that led out of the city, but Vanto only gave her a sympathetic look. He could tell she was afraid, and he was going to make sure she had no reason to be anymore. Vanto brought a hand up to his neck, and grasped the green pendant, closing his eyes and sighing. "Mother, I'll be home soon." he said before opening his eyes and looked back into the window of the house, smiling at the lady.

The boy spiked his ki, making sure whoever in the city could sense it, and began to make his way to each house, punching down the doors with a ki-infused punch, and telling everyone to meet at the edge of the city. Some listened, some didn't. It was also a good thing that South City wasn't a big as it used to be, or else he would be able to hold everybody in the Capsule Corp. ship that he stole borrowed from his father. He still doubted he would be able to, but he sure as hell was going to try. Promising to meet those that listened at the city exit, he began to advance through the city, flying to the part where he sensed the most power levels. As he raced through the air, Vanto could seen a group below, consisting of about thirteen people, humans and aliens alike.

Descending into the middle of the clearing, Vanto startled the working slaves, who stared at him in wonder. His gaze locked onto the henchmen in the area, which were about five. They all were playing with their scouters, looking him with disbelief. Vanto apparently had a high power level for a human.

The young hero reached into his pocket, pulling out a capsule and clicking the top of it. In a cloud of smoke, a long, skinny sword appeared in the air and Vanto snatched it by the handle, bringing it in front of him. "You're all going down." he simply said, standing in his battle stance now.

[Citole]

A cage. A cell. Prison. Was this what his life had become? Frieza’s own personal healer, doomed to spend the rest of his waking moments either imprisoned behind these bars, or using his ability to heal the changeling’s injuries. Death would be better, preferable, and far less painful in the long run...

Citole raised his eyes, staring beyond the bars of his cage. Wondering. Had his thoughts always been this morbid...?

As the other Namekians, his people, were forced to labor outside day by day, Frieza had decided it was best to separate the sole dragon clan member from the rest of them as much as he could. Up until now, Citole had been in hiding his entire life, pretending to be something he was not, lying out of concern for his own safety and saying that he was of the warrior class. Now that his slaver knew, the Namekian wished that he could take it all back and once again work alongside his people. Anything was better than this.

But where exactly was he? Well, out of the way, that was for sure. Frieza certainly wasn’t keeping Citole captive in the same building that he ruled from. Instead, the Namekian knew far enough to be able to say that he was being kept underground. The ceiling overhead made it clear that this chamber had been dug out of rock and the concrete of the city streets. There was a severe lack of any type of lighting as well, the only time he could ever manage to catch a glimpse of any light was when the door at the top of the stairs opened.

Quiet solitude, for that, at least, maybe he should be thankful... Although Citole on this day was able to hear the slavers on the surface, it sounded as though they were practically right above his head. It was likely they were on the streets just above him, driving the laboring slaves along. Then he heard another voice, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to listen to down here, it sounded as if someone intended on rebelling against Frieza’s men. Whoever it was, they had to be a fool to even think of trying it!

The slavers above were shouting back, threatening the rebel. "That little thing won't do anything for ya'. Get out of here now, before you get yourself killed, boy."

That was all Citole could hear them say as he sat down on the rocky floor of his cell with his back against the wall. There was a small part of him that hoped the person above would succeed and notice the door on the street that led down below, but mostly he had already assumed that the 'boy' would soon be dead.

[Vanto Lux]

He didn't know exactly what to do, now. Well, he did, but how exactly was he going to go about it? Vanto couldn't kill these people, right? His gaze bounced from henchmen to henchmen; they actually had lower energy levels than him. The young man gripped his sword tightly, waving it in the air a couple times. This sword had been sitting in the capsule for a long time now, so Vanto was just now getting used to the feel again. He stood a step forward, eying the henchmen carefully. Though he would regret it, he had to take their lives. If he didn't, then they could just report to Frieza and then this would be useless; the tyrant would kill Vanto.

He noted the enemy aliens had scouters on. Luckily, they were the model that Capsule Corp. made, something he saw his father working on months ago. They also served as communication devices. He had to take the grunts and knock their scouters off in the process. He knew he also to destroy them, probably because he knew they had an automatic voice recording feature, and tracking chip. So many things went through the boy's mind at the moment. However, in order to do what he had to do, he had to drop all emotion and become a killing machine. Not even bothering to answer the henchman's question, he pumped ki into the sword, the blade glowing a faint blue. With a slight grunt, he tossed the sword violently, the blade outward at the center grunt.

The ki-infused blade shot out quickly, catching everyone off-guard. It pegged the left breast of the grunt, tearing deep into his armor and the blade sticking out the other side. Blood squirting from the wood, Vanto noticed that the blade cracked from the force of it piercing through his chest, and at that moment, he realized that it would be needed after this battle. The boy cringed mentally, watching the alien get thrown off its feet and fly backwards. The grunt smacked straight into the door of a building, ripping the door off it's hinges. The sound of the body (and door) rolling down the stares resonating through the otherwise quiet clearing, everyone there still in shock. "Well," Vanto said, attempting to show that he was unfazed by his first kill.

His aura flared to life, and Vanto shot forward, over the sea of slaves. He let a flurry of ki blasts rip, all aiming toward the grunts. Upon seeing the ki blasts, the slaves rushed in the direction Vanto came from, but didn't dare leave the area. They were still afraid, and all doubted the thirteen year old's victory.

[Citole]

Amazing. There was now a high powerlevel up above, seemingly it was the power belonging to the boy, but it had skyrocketed in a mere matter of seconds. What in the world was going on up there? There was no way the fight could turn in his favor, not against a group of Frieza's men. Why didn't he just run? Citole didn't even know the kid, yet he found himself praying for this person to flee while he still had the chance.

Soon one of Frieza's men came crashing through the door. He barreled down the stairs, step after step, until his body landed on the cold hard floor like a rock. After all that, the man was most definitely unconscious. Citole watched it all in awe, he jumped to his feet at the chance to get closer to the bars of his cell. Standing up, he walked over to them hand turned his head to view the stairs. Light? Light was entering through, peeking down into the lonely dungeon.

The Namekian took another glance at the man who had come crashing down the stairs, he was still unconscious on the floor... And the others on the surface, what of them? Surely if he called up to the people above, he could escape... but would it even be worth it? Frieza would stop them, kill them all for their insolence. That changeling would be there soon, so any attempt was futile, it was almost worse to even have that hope to begin with.

...... Suddenly the Namekian recalled something, Frieza was currently off searching for an important 'machine' in the North Pole. And Citole knew because, well, he hadn't gotten a 'visit' from the changeling for over a day now... Clearly, Frieza had little faith in his own minions, and had to oversee the task himself. If he was still there at this moment... then it meant there actually was a chance...

"Hello?!" Citole yelled in the direction of the door. Hopefully the fighter up there would hear him. "What's happening up there?"

[Vanto Lux]

The ki blasts connected, knocking all of the grunts off of their feet. They skidded against the ground, all in different directions as Vanto landed in front of the doorway of the building, his back turned. The boy heard the voice from behind him, and turned his head, peering down into the doorway. "What the hell?" he said, closing his right eye and staring down the stairs. It was so dark, he couldn't really see much, but he could make out several horizontal steels bars, which meant there was a cage. A cage meant that there something down there, and Vanto mentally noted to check it out after he dispatched the grunts.

The grunts stood up, growling and raising their firearms at the boy. "You killed our platoon leader!" the apparent second-in-command said, a purple alien with a mohawk, shouted. He had a type of automatic rifle, while the other grunts had short hand guns with elongated barrels. The purple alien pointed his gun at Vanto, and all of them followed suit. "FIRE!", and with that, they showered the black haired boy with a rain of red energy bullets.

Vanto screamed, and jumped back, landing in a backflip. He flipped down the stairs, loosing his balance on about the third step and tumbling the rest of the way down. "Crap!" he shouted, hitting the bottom step and rolling over the dead body, into the cage. Rubbing his head, he sat up and turned around, looking into the cage. The light was perfect from this angle, because he could make out the caged person's features. One of those features stuck out; the person was green. Automatically assuming the person was a slave, he stood up, taking a step onto the lower stair and kneeling down. "I'll get you out!" Vanto said, feeling a sudden urge to free the captive namekian. He felt drawn to the alien in the cage, for some weird reasons. The boy searched the dead body before reaching for a small hand gun clipped to the corpse's thigh. He unhooked it, pulled the gun out and stood up, walking back over to the cage.

Once again, he closed his right eye and examined the cage. After a couple seconds, he found the lock, and pressed the barrel of the gun against it. "Step back." Vanto urged, looking the namekian in the eye. He wanted to make sure the slave didn't get hurt.

[Citole]

Citole had a clear look of surprise in his eyes as the rebel from above came tumbling into the underground room only moments after the first guy. He instinctively took a step back, away from the bars, the whole time eyeing the teenage human who had somehow managed to remain conscious.

Citole's left ear twitched at the sounds coming from the surface, the grunts were moving to surround the building. They had their guns aimed at the open doorway, preparing to fire should their leader's attacker emerge back through the entrance. Weapons loaded and at the ready. "Alright, we've got this punk cornered now," one of the aliens gestured toward the other members of his group. They couldn't go charging in headfirst either, as there was a problem concerning the safety of the captive they had down there in that basement. Lord Frieza would kill them if the Namekian prisoner was either injured or killed.

Without a word, Citole took a step back, and then a few more just to be certain. He almost didn't believe that this was truly happening, especially now that he could see the teenager. Since when did any humans fight back against Frieza? He'd thought them all to have given up long ago, yet here this one was. And it intrigued the Namekian enough for him to look back toward the human, "What's your name?" he questioned as the gun went off and broke the lock.

[Vanto Lux]

After blasting off the lock, he wrapped his hand around cage door, yanking it open. "Vanto." he said, in response to the Namekian's question. He looked back up at the (now former) slave, and smirked. "Soon to be known as the guy who save the earth from a tyrant's reign." Vanto stared boldly. He looked back up at the entrance, hearing whispers from above. Glancing over to the green guy, he gave them a look, as if he was saying "they're coming", and flared his ki. A white aura formed around him, and Vanto reached for the alien boy's hand. Without warning, he rocketed toward the entrance, flying out into the air.

The grunts were startled once again, stepping back as Vanto came blazing out of the entrance. The boy was only about ten feet into the air, before he spun around, and if he had Citole in his grip, he would toss him higher in the air. After he had let go of the Namek, he would toss the handgun in his possession powerfully at one of the grunts, the second-in command. The handgun hit the cranium of the alien, knocking him out cold.

Vanto charged two powerful ki blasts in his hands and shot them at two of the lackeys. Each blasts connected, exploding upon contact and sending the bodies flying; a fiery hole in their chest. The raven haired boy would quickly turn around and fly over to a falling namek, catching him bridal smile and grinning sheepishly. "Sorry about that," he said, descending onto the earth and settling the namek down. Vanto turned to face the last grunt, who was standing there, shaking in her boots.

[Citole]

Confident, was he? But Citole had been in the presence of the changeling tyrant on multiple occasions, and this human's powerlevel was no match for such a being... "B--But it's hopeless... If you mean to fight Frieza-- Gah!" the Namekian was cut off when he felt a strong tugging on his arm. He could hardly do anything to pull back against the unexpectedly powerful force, that took him through the air up to the top of the stairs and out the doorway of the building all in the blink of an eye.

Before he knew it, he was getting himself flung even farther up into the air. His arms moved out to his sides, waving against the air expecting that he would require them to break his inevitable fall. It had been so long since he had last flown that he had forgotten almost entirely that he could do it in the first place. And this certainly was not the time to remember how to fly. Nope, he was going to crash down into the street below first.

Falling, nearing the pavement, Citole was abruptly caught by the human. He blinked a few times, startled, before finally being able to touch his feet to the ground safely. "Thank you... I think..."

"I--I surrender," the final grunt stuttered nervously. She set her weapon down on the ground and watched the human cautiously. Attempting to slowly back away from the scene until she felt she was at a safe enough distance to run for her life. Surely Lord Frieza would be understanding if she survived and was able to tell him what she had witnessed here... wouldn't he...? She was of better use to him alive than dead... she hoped.

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto landed on the ground, setting the Namek down safely. The slaves watched in disbelief as the final grunt ran for her life. "Damn right you surrender!" he shouted at the fleeing grunt. He smirked and turned to the slaves. This wasn't all of them and he knew that, but he had to free the ones he could now. What if by some stroke of bad luck, Frieza comes back? He needed to take these slaves to a remote location, and quick.

As Vanto reached into a pocket, a slave began to clap. Soon enough, applause filled the clearing. Heat rushed to his cheek, turning his face a solid red. The slaves were extremely grateful; they were finally free from Frieza. Frieza. Crap, Vanto thought, I need to hurry up. "Everybody, step back!" he shouted, withdraw a capsule from his sweatpants pockets, all the slaves rushing away as Vanto clicked the top before tossing it at the pavement. The capsule exploded into a large cloud of smoke, the smoke clearing revealing a rather large ship. The ship looked like an emerald box with two sets of wings along with boosters at the bottom and top of it. The large 'Cc' symbol was plastered on both sides. "Seeing as I barely know how to drive one of these, the ride WILL be bumpy." Vanto joked, the slaves looking wide-eyed. None of them found it funny.

Everyone piled in the ship, Vanto moving behind the Namek. For some strange reason, he felt drawn to the alien. He felt that there was a reason Frieza kept him in a cage. After all, didn't Frieza usually kill his minions after a certain amount of time ; Vanto examined the green guy, noting that he didn't seem all that strong (physically, at least). Suddenly, the boy came to a halt, turning to the knocked out soldiers and dashing over to them. Kneeling down near each one of them, he pulled off their scouters and crushed two, stuffing the other in his pocket. Vanto would try to disect that one later. Assuring himself that the scouters of the dead grunt was blown from when he shot the lock, the young martial artist decided it was time to head out. The boy rushed back into the ship, stepping over the sitting slaves and plopping down in the driver's seat. "Little green!" he shouted, cupping a hand over his mouth while grabbing the steeling wheel with his other. "Come over and sit next to me!" the boy demanded awkwardly.

He started the ship up, inputting a series of command codes. The back entrance closed and the engine hummed to life. Vanto gripped the wheel as if his arms were rigid, his eyes looking around for an auto-pilot feature. Assuming the Namekian sat next to him, he would begin to speak. If not, then Vanto would continue to search for the auto-pilot in silence. "So, what's your name? What's your race? Why did Frieza keep you in a cage?" Vanto would blurt out, his curiosity getting the best of him.

[Citole]

Citole stood back and watched as the group of former Namekian slaves all raced for the flying machine. Was this really freedom, at last? It was something they had all dreamed of for years, not expecting for it to ever become their reality. Long ago, their faith in believing that any rescuers would come to save them had been broken, Citole’s spirit had especially been broken. Now his people, at least the ones who had gained their freedom today, they all seemed overjoyed, happy for the first time in so long!

He followed behind the others, into the human’s ship. Had he not heard the calling of the teenager, he would have sat in the back with all of the other Namekians. Presuming Citole was even the one that the kid was calling over, he began to walk over to the front of the ship to where the pilot seat was, answering to the odd nickname ‘little green’. ”Yeah?” he questioned, expecting that the human had a question about Frieza for him or something along those lines, but he was simply asked to sit.

The Namekian found the nearest seat to the pilot’s, taking a seat just as awkwardly as Vanto’s demand had sounded awkward. He was used to being ordered around though, and obliging to requests even when he didn’t want to. Otherwise, the green alien likely would have been killed by now by a changeling or some lackey of Frieza’s.

There soon to be escape almost seemed to good to be true, so much so that Citole half-expected the ship to fail to start up. He was surprised then, when it did, the sound of the engine was music to his pointed ears. ”My name is Citole...” he answered shyly, looking around in all the same places that the human was looking. Too many questions, it made him a little nervous but he responded all the same. ”We’re Namekians... You, a stranger, didn’t know us... but you saved us anyway…?” he found himself asking, he was shocked if it was the truth.

Having only just met the teenager, it would be appropriate to say that Citole still wasn’t entirely sure about him. This couldn’t be a setup organized by Frieza himself, could it? If it was, there would have to be a point to it... and the Namekian wasn’t seeing one. Yet, still he was nervous. ”M—Master Frieza wanted to make certain I couldn’t escape,” Citole replied quickly, hoping that he wouldn’t have to say anything more.

[Vanto Lux]

As the boy searched the dashboard for the button, he listened intently. Everything that was said was soaked in by Vanto. So the namekian's name was Citole, and he, his people along with earth inhabitants have been slaving for years. After the namekian adult finished speaking, Vanto kept quiet, still searching for the button. Finally, a bright yellow button with the words 'Autopilot' written above it stuck out, causing Vanto chuckle slightly. The boy slapped his hand onto the button, inputting the coordinates of his next two locations before spinning in his chair, facing the Namek.

Curiosity was clear in the boy's face ; he had so many questions to ask Citole now. "Why were you kept in a cage?" Vanto said, looking onto into the ocean of slaves, specifically the other Namekians. What was so special about this Namekian? That's what Vanto wanted to know. He sat up straight then leaned his body forward, staring Citole in the eye with a smirk on his face. "Oh yeah, Frieza isn't your master anymore. So, stop that 'Master Frieza' crap." he stated before leaning back in his chair.

[Citole]

Citole glanced around as the auto pilot kicked in and the ship began to steadily lift off the ground. Wherever they were going, anywhere was better than this city of slaves. However, it didn't feel completely right to leave. There was almost a whole city of Namekians still enslaved.

The best way he could think of to dodge the question pressed on him, was to point out a plausible fact. "It's a story you would not understand, having no prior knowledge of my race," it truly didn't matter, the human would know nothing of the difference between the Namekian Dragon Clan and the Warrior Clan.

The aircraft started to pick up speed as it started on the flight to the inputted coordinates. At that moment, concern flooded the green alien's face. "We can't leave! What about the rest of the slaves? My people... we're all that's left of our world, I can't leave them..."

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto noticed that namekian pushing off the question, and to be honest, he was offended. His eyes narrowed in obvious and apparent disdain, looking at Citole in a disbelief. He had just saved him and a good amount of the slaves and he had the nerve to knock off a simple question. His onyx eyes returned to their normal size as he leaned back casually into his chair, propping his feet up on the edge of Citole's seat. "I'll think I'll be able to understand, give it a shot." he said bluntly, letting it be known that he was pressing for answers.

He then heard Citole's comment about the other slaves, and his eyes dropped to the tiled floor of the ship. Saving the other slaves wasn't an option right now. Vanto risked his life saving the ones that he already did, and was still in risk because he had to go pick up the other slaves. He had to free the entire city another time, when he was stronger. "I'll free them." he said, although in a whisper. The boy looked up and smirked at Citole. "I promise."

[Citole]

What could he say? He had tried to put it off, feeling that the less people who knew, the better. Just in case. There were many reasons for him to keep quiet, to avoid the question entirely... The other Namekians were even more important though, Citole's thoughts had turned to them as he dodged Vanto's question, but now the human was promising that he would save them... but when? Promises hardly meant anything.

The human obviously did not mean to help the other Namekians at this moment, so Citole had only his word to go on. Perhaps he would have to hold him to it... for now, at least he himself was escaping, was that not good in the sense that Frieza would no longer have his healing abilities at his disposal?

"Frieza took interest in me when he discovered I had abilities unlike the others of my race..." he tried to explain it in the simplest way possible. "Back when he destroyed our home long ago, he murdered all the others who were like me in that respect, but I lived. "

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto squinted his eyes. The namek was given him pretty vague answer, but it was expected. For all the human knew, Citole didn't trust him and with good reason. The namekian most likely still considered himself a slave, still in disbelief about his sudden freedom. Vanto leaned in, absorbing the information Citole was giving to him, his eyes now dropping to the floor. "So, what abilities do you have?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in the seat.

Just as he did, a large beep began to fill the ship and the slaves looked around in panic, their startled gasps breaking the silence. "Arriving at location one." the ship's automated voice said and the engine went from a loud hum to a mighty roar, making Vanto sit up. Searching the dashboard and seeing that ship was still okay, he let out a relieved sigh as the green vehicle began to descend. Soon, the same run-down buildings of South City once again surrounded the occupants of the ship but it obvious they were on the other end, near the edge of the town. Grasping the steering wheel as rigidly as he did before and yanking back violently, Vanto gritted his teeth as the ship scrapped against the ground, violently coming to a halt and rocking everyone in the ship forward. Nearly hitting his head on the operating wheel, he looked around awkwardly. "..Forgot to put the landing gear out."

Automatically, the back entrance of the ship opened up, and Vanto rose from his seat, stepping over the sitting, bunched up slaves and standing at the exit. There were about twenty five more people standing out there, kids and adults alike "Come in, Come in! there's not alot of room, but we'll be at our destination soon." Vanto said, in an effort to sound like some sort of flight attendant. The slaves boarded hesitantly and took a seat on the floor amongst the others. The black haired boy would then press another button next to the door and walk over to his seat, plopping down and inputting another set of coordinates. After doing so, he would then start the ship back up and turn to Citole. "Sorry about that."

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