Free the people! - South City [Citole]

[Citole]

”My clan has— uh had, the ability to heal the injured...” they had been known for it. There was another though, an even greater sort of power in addition to the one Citole mentioned, accomplished through a difficult feat. Yet, in the past, it had always been a member of the Dragon clan who managed to achieve it... the creation of the dragon balls.

Information best kept hidden, he didn’t need any more people like Frieza after him. Not everyone knew who the Namekians were... clearly... so if he could keep that knowledge away from even a few people who would use the knowledge to come after him, then Citole would do just that.

The young Namekian would be very much content to sit on the sidelines, amidst his people in a place where not one of them had to fear people like the changelings. Where they wouldn’t have to worry about being slaves. He watched as more former slaves got settled inside the ship, progress was being made on this day. Once this human set them down – wherever that would be – they could be free of the fear they had been carrying for fifteen years.

”Where are you bringing us? Do you know of a safe place where Frieza won't be able to find us?”

[Yoshiro Mifune]

[OOC: Don't mind me, I'm just intruding since Wood asked me to ]

A dull sigh escaped the man as he slowly walked through the slave encampment where only a short few minutes before a strange boy with incredible strength had defeated the slavers and started releasing the slaves. To be honest, the man had no problem with this - in fact, he was delighted with it. But then the slavers had contacted him through the red scouter on his head, begging him to come and defeat this kid, whomever he was. This was the part he had a problem with, because not only was his opponent a kid (Albeit, a very strong kid), but because if he had his way he would be helping the kid. Unfortunately, things were not as he would like them to be and he had to play the role of the bad guy, serving the Red Ribbon Army under Frieza. Arriving on the scene, a couple of the beaten up slavers rushed to him.

"M-Mifune-dono! Some Human brat is escaping with the slaves on a ship! Please, cut them down! You're strong, right?!" the slaver blubbered out, clearly afraid of what Frieza might say if they escaped.

"You're wrong, I'm weaker than anyone..." the swordsman thought to himself, sighing as he looked up towards the flying ship. "It seems to have gotten something of a headstart... But even if I can't fly, I can catch up" he spoke, before taking hold of a small, flying scooter docked in the area. Throwing a leg over it, he turned the ignition on and all of a sudden the scooter took off, flying through the air right after the ship. He knew though that a small scooter wouldn't be enough to keep up with the large ship, but that was why all he wanted was to get up to the same altitude as the ship and give chase. Holding out his hand, he charged up a small ki blast in his hand and aimed. All of a sudden, it shot out, flying through the air right towards the engine on one of the flying ship's wings. Enough damage there would force it to land and then he would face this kid directly.

"My apologies, but I'm not allowed to hold back" he whispered, his eyes focusing on the ship. "I hope for your sake and the sake of your cause, you are a strong warrior" he added as he continued to follow, ready to charge up another blast if need be to do further damage to the ship's wings. Maybe if he got close enough he could slice his way through the ship's wing.

[Vanto Lux]

The ability to heal the others? That explains why Frieza kept him locked up. Citole served as the tyrant's medic and couldn't let anything happen to the namekian, because his healing abilities must've been above par compared to normal means of rejuvenation. "I see, I see." he muttered, stroking his chin in thought. His black eyes met the blue ones of the scarfed namekian as he absentmindedly released his grasp on the steering wheel, waving his hand over the dashboard and slamming down on the autopilot button once more. Just as he did, an explosion rocked the outside of ship, tipping it to the left. Not even getting a chance to answer his new friend's quesiton, Vanto (and the only slaves) looked around in the complete shock. What the hell, he thought looking at Citole.

Shooting from his seat as screams filled the ship, Vanto made a mad dash to the window, peering through. His gaze was locked onto a large, flaming hole burned into the side of the ship, just where the left wing used to be. Sparks were bouncing from the hole, the flame only getting bigger. "No..No..No!" Vanto panicked, running back to his side and grasping the steering wheel. The human knew that he didn't have complete control over the plane but he could at at least make sure it landed somewhere safely. The only thing was, nothing but run down buildings and trees were in front of him. Past that, was a large mountain range. "No..." he whispered before looking over to Citole. "I'm sorry."

Then, another explosion rocked the ship. This time, tearing the ship apart. The floor of the ship caved in, shrapnel and debris flying everywhere. Several sharp ends of the ship would ravage the slaves body as they lit ablaze from the fire, blood spurting away and cries of pains ringing out through the ship. As this would happen, Vanto would grab Citole by the arm as the ground caved in, everyone dropping through the floor and now, through the sky. Pulsing his aura outward, this would prevent the fire from burning them long enough from Vanto to compose him, his whitish-blue aura igniting around him as he dragged Citole through the air. His face contorted into a look of pure terror as he dodged the falling (some burning, some burned, some having limbs blown off from the explosion) bodies of the slaves, all hitting the ground with a sickening crack. The boy saw somebody on a flying scooter just above him, then looked back to the fiery inferno that his father's ship. His gaze fell back onto the furry rabbit that was no doubt the attacker.

Vanto landed on the ground, setting Citole down gently as he did. It was at this time the human noticed the wound he recieved form the explosion. A large gash ran down his left arm and his forehead was bleeding profusely. His aura raging violently, he would hold his hand down, his left hand grasping his right wrist for support. Closing his right eye, a blue ki blast began to form and once it was about the size of a medicine ball, he chucked it at the furry bunny on the scooter. "You sick bastard!" he howled out in pure anger before falling to his knees, grasping his left arm in pain. "...Asshole."

[Citole]

An explosion?!

Citole's first reaction was to catch sight of the other slaves, needing to make sure they were alright before he could even begin to think of anything else. When he saw that they were startled, but safe, he turned to the window as well, jumping out of his seat. He saw the same destruction that Vanto was panicking about.

It wasn't until the human apologized that Citole felt a pang of hopelessness in his chest. The fear came flooding back tenfold, the despair known only by people who had been slaves to a tyrant for more than a decade, it all came right back. The Namekian could feel himself quickly growing overwhelmed by the realization that they had not truly escaped, never, they had never really escaped from their prison.

Already he felt lightheaded. His eyes no longer appeared as though they were focused on anything, he was in shock, his blank eyes staring in the direction of his people as they were butchered. Someone tugged on his arm and pulled Citole out of the ship before he too could die with it, and he watched... as it fell to the ground with the rest who had been inside.

All of them, dead.

The Namekian's feet touched the ground, somehow, but he didn't even realize it. As he stared at the destroyed ship, he was just... completely out of it.

[Yoshiro Mifune]

Mifune saw the attack coming, but he was ready. Leaping from the scooter, he felt the heat of the ki blast striking the scooter behind him and the sudden rush of wind from the explosion blow through his brown, unkempt hair. Landing in a crouch on the ground, Mifune slowly stood back up and surveyed his targets. One was the human kid who now appeared to be injured badly from the destruction of the ship. The other was the Namekian - Frieza's personal healer, if he remembered correctly. His scouter beeped a little, but Mifune sighed. The Human was the strongest one, but it appeared even his power wasn't on par with Mifune's. Still, he could potentially be a challenge so Mifune grasped the hilt of his sword in one hand while the other clutched the scabbard, ready to draw the sword if need be.

"I've already caused enough bloodshed here..." he spoke, his face for the most part expressionless save for an emptiness in his eyes. "So why don't we stop it. My mission is only to recover this Namekian. If you abandon him here, I will take him back and you may keep your life. If not... Unfortunately, I am not allowed to hold back" he explained, hoping that the Human kid would choose the wise decision and give up. There was no way he could defeat Mifune in a fight in this injured condition. Maybe wound him, but probably not defeat him unless he was masking a lot of power. Some of the Humans had learned how to do so, he knew. His right foot stepped forwards, a sign he was ready to attack should he have to.

"So please, leave here now. I have stained my hands far more than is necessary" he spoke again, his voice just barely holding back a slight tremble. But he couldn't hesitate. Now now and not here. He had to do this, regardless of how much he didn't want to. So he waited for an answer and hoped desperately the kid chose the right decision. "So tell me, what is your answer, child?" he asked, awaiting his response. However, something deep down told him he might be in for a fight anyway.

[Vanto Lux]

Another explosion was heard over head, but Vanto didn't have to look up in order to know that his attack wasn't the least bit successful. "...Fuck." he whispered, struggling back to his feet, taking a deep breath. The boy smirked. It was kind of funny how the last couple of times he fought, Vanto had been tired or injured beforehand, that not allowing him to put his all into the fight. The fight with Frosvite, for example. He actually wished Frosvite or someone strong was here right now for the chances of him winning this were very low. At least, with him being injured. The black haired boy looked at the falling Bunny-like creature, his eyes watching him to the ground. "Citole." he said. No response.

"CITOLE!" Vanto turned around, noticing his entranced friend. The namekian was just standing there, in shock and with good reason. A majority of his friends and family were just killed, all innocent slaves. Seeing that the healer wasn't responding, Vanto growled and smacked the back of namek's bald head. "Citole!"

Once he got his friend's attention, Vanto would completely turn to him. One should never take their eye off of the enemy, but for some odd reason, Vanto didn't feel that threatened by the red ribbon army soldier: the boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a scouter, something he stole from one of the unconscious slavers. "I want you to heal me. Once you heal me, I want you to take this scouter and run. If you can fly, fly. Fly as fast and far as you can." Van commanded, his voice stern. The human honestly didn't care if his opponent heard him because that didn't matter to him. Vanto absolutely refused to let Citole be taken back after all that work. Turning back to lock gazes with the attacker, he decided he'd need to stall while he was healed.

"You sound like you're gonna cry." was the first thing he said, noting the tremble in his voice. "You didn't want to do this, did you? But you did, anyway? Why is that?" Vanto said, making sure to ignore a majority of the questions thrown at him. His face was as emotionless as the man in front of him, scanning him over and over again for a weakness. Then it came to him.

Vanto knew his plan and once Citole did his part, he would throw himself into battle...

[Citole]

Citole stumbled forward from the force of something hitting him against the back of his head. At last he heard his name being screamed, and he snapped most of the way back into reality. He quickly turned around to face the human, his eyes still wide in shock. Never before would the Namekian had even thought it, but the way it was now... things just couldn’t get any worse. Whatever life it was that they’d had before this dangerous venture with the human... even that had been better, for his people. They didn’t deserve this.

”I can, but...” how far would he get, attempting escape by himself? But did it even matter what he thought? By the sound of his voice, it seemed as though the human already had his mind made up on this one.

Citole moved closer to Vanto, trying to get himself to focus on the situation at hand and not at all the death and destruction he had just witnessed. His eyes finally set upon the boy’s wound, it was serious but... the Namekian felt that he would be able to handle fixing it. ”Please, hold still,” he said finally, moving his hands to hover over the human’s wounded arm. A faint glow would soon appear as he molded his ki toward healing Vanto, as quickly and as well as he possibly could manage.

[Yoshiro Mifune]

"Let's just say that... Once upon a time, I may have walked the same path you did" he remarked, continuing to hold his blade. Even though he had a perfect chance to attack his opponent right here and now, he had more dignity and honor than that. He would allow this young kid the chance to heal before he fought him. Perhaps it was just the last remains of someone who had long since been forced to abandon his ideals, but he refused to shame himself further. Instead, he let his eyes rest on this kid and wondered. He was such a young boy, putting a lot of pressure upon his own shoulders. There was no way he could bear such a burden forever. It was impossible. But it was admirable nevertheless.

"Will you live or will you do? Nothing is certain" he spoke once more, putting his foot forwards as he gripped the hilt of his katana tightly. "If you intend to walk this path, I shall not hold back any further. For your sake, I hope you can survive" he told him. As he waited for the healing process to end, he would make his move then. His draw would be quick and sudden and at the moment the blade had begun to be pulled from the scabbard, a bright flash of light enveloped the area. It was like the rays of the sun burning brightly, shining forcefully and blinding anything before it. Dashing forwards whilst the flash lasted, Yoshiro made his move. By the time he was before Vanto, he had drawn the blade and now swung upwards.

Would the kid avoid his Isshiki: Iai Entenka? Or would he fail and be struck down? He was swinging with the back of the blade as he did not wish to kill, but even hitting with the blunt side of a blade would do its fair share of damage. Probably even break some ribs if it was strong enough. So the only question was - could Vanto survive? Yoshiro wanted to test his determination in the face of danger.

[Vanto Lux]

After the healing process was finished, Vanto took a couple steps forward, away from Citole. "Go. Now." he said sternly. That scouter had to go for sure. Based on the blueprints his father brought home occasionally, those were the capsule corporation model. Meaning, amongst the features it had, the one that would be a problem was the tracking system. As long as that scouter was still functional, they would be able to track any other scouter based on their model number. Now, considering that this fighter had appeared from seemingly no where and blew up Vanto's ship, he was in league with Frieza somehow. It doesn't matter how exactly, but it just needed to be know they were accomplices. His aura flared as his opponent stepped forward, and the sudden flash of bright light caught the teen completely off guard. "Holy--!"

Vanto lifted off the ground quickly and shot backwards, right into Citole hopefully. Knowing the namekian was probably blinded as well, Vanto curve his body and manuever so his back would pressed against the former slave's stomach, hopefully causing him to lurch forward. Then, Vanto would fly upwards at an alarming rate, his eyes squinted shut, the pieces of Citole's slave garbs that Vanto managed to get ahold of, grasped tightly in an effort to keep Citole on his back. Unknowingly dodging the attack, Vanto would fly high into the air and float a moderate distance away from the ground. "Fly by yourself now!" he commanded, before slipping Citole off of his back and brining his hand up to his eyes, rubbing them wildly. Such a cheap move!

Vanto would then fly around in a circle, stopping once every couple of rotations then flying anti-clockwise, switching up his speed and changing altitude. This was to evade any attacks that the furry would unleash while the two were airborne. Vanto knew that the soldier wouldn't dare to attack Citole if he was trying to bring him back. Obviously Frieza needed the namek back alive. Moments later, Vanto's vision came back, and the angry teen stopped flying, looking down at the katana-wielding fighter. This guy said all these things which made him sound like a truly good guy but if he was bent on kiling a little kid with a surprise attack, he must have not been that nice. He raised his hand into the air, energy forming in his palms. "Haaa!" Vanto yelled as he brought his hands down, releasing a barrage of ki blasts. The ki blasts were designed to in fact to hit his target, but some were way off, hitting the ground around Yoshiro. Maybe the explosions from the ki blasts or a rouge pebble or rock would destroy the scouter.

His vision still slightly blurry, Vanto would rub his eyes then look to Citole. "If you're okay, leave now!"

[Citole]

It had gone a bit quicker than the Namekian would have dared to think. His abilities when it came to healing had really only been trained in private on small injured animals, during those opportune moments when he'd had the chance, aside from one other attempt this was basically the first actual person Citole had ever healed. He was glad it seemed to help, at least he could do one thing right.

As the glow faded away, he lowered his hands slowly, now all that was left was the problem of escaping. That would likely be the most difficult part... considering the losses they had already taken. What were the chances Citole would be able to escape on his own, when they had already failed once attempting to together...?

The green-skinned alien's arm moved to shade his eyes from the magnificent light, but the brightness of it forced him toward closing the both of them anyway. When he promptly felt a heavy object slam against his stomach, he didn't know what to think. It was by shear luck that it had ended up being the kid, and not the Red Ribbon soldier.

Now up in the air, Citole opened his eyes and viewed the scene. He moved off the human's back and hovered on his own for once. Watching as the ki blasts scattered as they shot for the ground. "I'm fine, thank you... again."

The Namekian focused on Vanto with a look of concern. "I'll go, but you better be right behind me," with that, Citole turned away from the two and fled in the opposite direction. Flying as fast as he could possibly get himself to move, it would be a miracle if he could get out of this city, but for once, with this human having his back, it felt as though he had a chance.

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[Vanto Lux]

Explosion upon explosion rocked the ground below, sending debris, rock, and dirt into the air. Vanto honestly hoped his ki blasts didn't hit any of the slaves' dead bodies, and brought his left hand over his chest. "I'm sorry. I wish I couldn't saved them." he whispered before turning his head, staring at the green dot in the distance. Dropping his gaze back to the battle field, smoke billowing upward, Vanto floated a bit upward to avoid inhaling the lethal gas. Soon the smoke cleared, and Vanto saw his opponent lurched over, grasping his left eye, blood pouring out of the socket. Even from his vantage point and with his sour eyesight, Vanto could see that his job here was done. The boy flared his aura, white fire appeared around him and he shot off, following Citole.

/exit, topic close.