Post by Majin Cajabe on Jul 28, 2009 7:01:20 GMT -5
At last, Cajabe could begin getting to know his daughter, Nachi. With full control over the appearance of his tattoo (when not raging or sadistic, of course), he was at last accepted by Kea... on some small level... as Nachi's father.
He didn't visit his daughter that often, though. He would barely hold her, barely speak to her. He'd simply come in while Kea displays how confusingly affectionate she is towards their child... whenever she demanded some help, he'd do as he was asked. This of course meant Cajabe was shafted on diaper changing duty a lot... but that's one of the reasons he kept his visits few.
Soon, Nachi began to grow older... she began forming small sounds in an attempt at learning to pronounce syllables... she started crawling... started speaking... and then one day, she threw her first ki blast...
Cajabe had just stepped in, on one of the few times he decided to visit, and Nachi looked up...
"Daddy back!"
She hurled the massive blast at him, throwing him off his feet and back out the door... he was completely off guard... poor Cajabe, he got owned by his 2 year old daughter. Stepping back inside, Cajabe found Kea praising Nachi for her good work, while Nachi giggled like a toddler. Poor Cajabe.
Considering Nachi had grown strong enough to use ki at such a level already, Cajabe decided he may as well go get her something for once. A gift. But it'd be something to help teach her to be more like him... to hate changelings.
So he found a small changeling on Icer, broke its limbs and then rendered its voice box useless using his ki needles. Basically it became a live ragdoll. Which he brought with him on his next visit to the young psychotic rapist, Kea, and his awesome-because-she-owned-him daughter, Nachi.
"What the hell is that thing in your hand, Cajabe?"
"Since Nachi's growing up so fast, I thought I'd give her a punchbag. She can grow up to be brutal and merciless like her parents."
Kea snorted in laughter.
"Correction, bitch. You mean like her mother. A midget like you is hardly an example of brutality."
Cajabe growled, with nothing to say to that.
"Hah, well whatever, she's been punching holes in the walls too much. I guess she needs something better to hit... but if that filth makes a mess, and you don't clean it up right away, I'm forcing whatever it does down your throat."
Cajabe didn't really reply to that, he just glared silently at the psycho, knowing she actually meant it... he'd have to pay close attention.
So, he dropped down the broken muted changeling near Nachi, and told her it was her new toy. She could do whatever she wanted to it.
This made her day, and she began swinging it around smashing it in to the floor all around her. The poor changeling was crying, but no sound came out... except the occasional scrunch of a bone being crushed on impact with the floor... but then there was a certain crack...
The changeling's head hit the floor rather hard... so hard that it died.
Nachi noticed it stop squirming, and gave it a shake.
"What wrong? Toy no work. Daddy, fix it."
Cajabe blinks a few times, and smirks.
"Nachi, it's dead. It's what happens when you beat something enough like that. You did good."
"But I wanna pway more."
"...Nachi..."
"But daddy, make it work again!"
Cajabe sighs, saying nothing more.
"Daddy! Nachi don't like dead toy! Nachi want to smash it more, more!"
"Nachi, stop."
"NO DADDY! MAKE IT WORK AGAIN, WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
She'd started crying, and Cajabe made an epic facepalm, shaking his head.
"I fucking hate children."
But something was wrong... a deep red aura exploded around Nachi's little body as she screamed. Her hand gripped so tight on the dead changeling's leg that it ripped right through it, severing the foot. The whole room began to shake, and cracks were beginning to run through the floor.
"What the hell?!"
Cajabe lowered his hand from his face, looking up... he saw the red aura around Nachi suddenly flick to gold... her cute black/brown hair began to shift to a bright gold, too...
Cajabe's hand dropped completely, along with his jaw.
"Wh-what...?!"
An explosion all around Nachi's body literally blew the walls of the room apart, and sent the ceiling up to the air, before it fell down, crumbling to ashes... Nachi, only two years old... had become a Super Saiyan.
"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!"
The next thing Cajabe knew was a fist going straight to the side of his jaw, sending him hurtling through one of the still standing walls of the house and through a long stretch of city... Kea had punched him away, and ran over to Nachi, picking her up and cuddling her.
"Aww, don't worry, Nachi, you can always get more toys. Please don't cry. It's okay."
And that was the end of that... Cajabe couldn't go back right away after seeing that... he just lay there in some part of the city, in some rubble. Staring at the sky.
"She's two God damn years old... and she's already a Super Saiyan?! Holy fucking hell."
Moving on, I've been neglecting Cajabe's life as an elite. Not much of a change there... he was still heading out occasionally to attack cities. But he was informed of a certain disturbance... cities mysteriously going empty... he was told to keep his eyes open when he ventured out of the capitol for anything suspicious.
And so he did. But he found nothing. Harvest, the culprit, was being too careful.
But during one of his trips out, Cajabe came across a metamorian, who had just stumbled in to the city, and collapsed in exhaustion on his knees before the elite.
"T-terrible... danger!"
"What?"
"On my planet, there's a disease... spread through ki... it turns people mad... they kill and destroy everything... even their own comrades..."
"Why do I care?"
"PLEASE listen! I beg of you! We have to find a cure!"
"No we don't, now get out of my sight, weakling."
Raising his hand, Cajabe released a burst of ki straight through his chest... he collapsed, but reached out, grasping Cajabe by one of his ankles desperately... and he mouthed...
"P-lease... h-he-lp..."
Before he went limp, and his head dropped down. Blood pooled around him - he was dead.
But... Cajabe had been infected... somehow... by a mutant strain of the infection the metamorian came to warn him about... later that day... on his way back home, flying across an empty plain... Cajabe suddenly lost control of his flight, falling down to the ground, and skidding across it.
He couldn't see properly... everything was swirling... sounds were echoing in his mind even though he was surrounded by silent emptiness... and then... a few minutes later, he threw up... and then shortly after that, he collapsed... but entered a strange serene state of calm... he laid there... for hours... until he felt well enough to stand up again, but when he did...
CRACK
His body was thrown to the side a few yards, as was another body... another Cajabe...
Both stood up and turned to face eachother... the real Cajabe, stood there as a Super Saiyan 2, glared over at his double... calmly looking over with a pained expression, in his base form, but even stronger.
"Why did we have to kill him, Cajabe? He only meant to help..."
"Wh-what?!"
"I must be going crazy! He's me... he looks like me! God damnit... how long have I been out here?! I need to get something to eat... I need to get some proper rest... I don't know what but this whole past few hours has been insane... I've been insane... I must be hallucinating!"
"I'm real, Cajabe. I was born from the infection that man we killed spoke of, but I suppose the result was different... you are already evil, so a being of good was created."
"Shut up! You don't exist! I'm still hallucinating!"
"I'm sorry, Cajabe, but I do..."
"No you don't! And if you do, I'll wipe your existence clean! There can only be one of me, and it definitely won't be some conscientious moron like you!"
And so an epic battle ensued... Cajabe versus Cajabe. But in the end, the good side won, being much calmer than the evil Cajabe he was able to get the upper hand through much of the fight... the original Cajabe lay on the ground, with many broken bones, and barely conscious.
The good Cajabe stood over him, and knew it would be futile to kill him... the immortal Cajabe would simply come back and take revenge... but could the good Cajabe kill him? He had witnessed murder through the original Cajabe's eyes so many times that it drove him to the breaking point.
He stood there, with tears in his eyes, looking down at the original, and spoke...
"Just know that if you were good of heart... if you could control that anger of yours... you would be so much stronger, like me... and if you were good of heart... so much disaster would be averted.
Poor Cajabe. I know what's truly in your heart, since I am you. But you always ignore it... you never accept it! Stop fooling yourself, and stop letting yourself be so weak!
Now I must go try to stop another disaster... the infection must not be allowed to spread!"
Shortly after, he was gone, leaving the original Cajabe to lay there, too broken and exhausted to move. He had to use his scouter to call for help and take him back home to his rejuvination chamber. When questioned what happened, Cajabe would yell about how it was none of their God damn business.
Sat in his rejuvination chamber, Cajabe began to think to himself...
"What the hell?! Killed by a heroic moron clone of myself?
"GOD DAMN HIM! I'LL RIP HIM APART! FORCE HIS ENTRAILS THROUGH HIS EYE SOCKETS AND TEAR THE FLESH FROM HIS BODY! HE'LL SUFFER!!!
He had decided would begin hunting down the good version of himself soon. Or... could he...?
A part of himself was actually afraid it may all be futile.
"He's me, but stronger... what if he's immortal, too? Will he never God damn leave? Will he always exist to torment me?!"
Fearing the answers to these questions, Cajabe, ultimately, decided to forget it ever happened... and treat it all as a bad hallucination after all his life returned as normal...
Slaughtering changelings, training like a bitch, and visiting his overpowered daughter.
He didn't visit his daughter that often, though. He would barely hold her, barely speak to her. He'd simply come in while Kea displays how confusingly affectionate she is towards their child... whenever she demanded some help, he'd do as he was asked. This of course meant Cajabe was shafted on diaper changing duty a lot... but that's one of the reasons he kept his visits few.
Soon, Nachi began to grow older... she began forming small sounds in an attempt at learning to pronounce syllables... she started crawling... started speaking... and then one day, she threw her first ki blast...
Cajabe had just stepped in, on one of the few times he decided to visit, and Nachi looked up...
"Daddy back!"
She hurled the massive blast at him, throwing him off his feet and back out the door... he was completely off guard... poor Cajabe, he got owned by his 2 year old daughter. Stepping back inside, Cajabe found Kea praising Nachi for her good work, while Nachi giggled like a toddler. Poor Cajabe.
Considering Nachi had grown strong enough to use ki at such a level already, Cajabe decided he may as well go get her something for once. A gift. But it'd be something to help teach her to be more like him... to hate changelings.
So he found a small changeling on Icer, broke its limbs and then rendered its voice box useless using his ki needles. Basically it became a live ragdoll. Which he brought with him on his next visit to the young psychotic rapist, Kea, and his awesome-because-she-owned-him daughter, Nachi.
"What the hell is that thing in your hand, Cajabe?"
"Since Nachi's growing up so fast, I thought I'd give her a punchbag. She can grow up to be brutal and merciless like her parents."
Kea snorted in laughter.
"Correction, bitch. You mean like her mother. A midget like you is hardly an example of brutality."
Cajabe growled, with nothing to say to that.
"Hah, well whatever, she's been punching holes in the walls too much. I guess she needs something better to hit... but if that filth makes a mess, and you don't clean it up right away, I'm forcing whatever it does down your throat."
Cajabe didn't really reply to that, he just glared silently at the psycho, knowing she actually meant it... he'd have to pay close attention.
So, he dropped down the broken muted changeling near Nachi, and told her it was her new toy. She could do whatever she wanted to it.
This made her day, and she began swinging it around smashing it in to the floor all around her. The poor changeling was crying, but no sound came out... except the occasional scrunch of a bone being crushed on impact with the floor... but then there was a certain crack...
The changeling's head hit the floor rather hard... so hard that it died.
Nachi noticed it stop squirming, and gave it a shake.
"What wrong? Toy no work. Daddy, fix it."
Cajabe blinks a few times, and smirks.
"Nachi, it's dead. It's what happens when you beat something enough like that. You did good."
"But I wanna pway more."
"...Nachi..."
"But daddy, make it work again!"
Cajabe sighs, saying nothing more.
"Daddy! Nachi don't like dead toy! Nachi want to smash it more, more!"
"Nachi, stop."
"NO DADDY! MAKE IT WORK AGAIN, WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
She'd started crying, and Cajabe made an epic facepalm, shaking his head.
"I fucking hate children."
But something was wrong... a deep red aura exploded around Nachi's little body as she screamed. Her hand gripped so tight on the dead changeling's leg that it ripped right through it, severing the foot. The whole room began to shake, and cracks were beginning to run through the floor.
"What the hell?!"
Cajabe lowered his hand from his face, looking up... he saw the red aura around Nachi suddenly flick to gold... her cute black/brown hair began to shift to a bright gold, too...
Cajabe's hand dropped completely, along with his jaw.
"Wh-what...?!"
An explosion all around Nachi's body literally blew the walls of the room apart, and sent the ceiling up to the air, before it fell down, crumbling to ashes... Nachi, only two years old... had become a Super Saiyan.
"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!"
The next thing Cajabe knew was a fist going straight to the side of his jaw, sending him hurtling through one of the still standing walls of the house and through a long stretch of city... Kea had punched him away, and ran over to Nachi, picking her up and cuddling her.
"Aww, don't worry, Nachi, you can always get more toys. Please don't cry. It's okay."
And that was the end of that... Cajabe couldn't go back right away after seeing that... he just lay there in some part of the city, in some rubble. Staring at the sky.
"She's two God damn years old... and she's already a Super Saiyan?! Holy fucking hell."
Moving on, I've been neglecting Cajabe's life as an elite. Not much of a change there... he was still heading out occasionally to attack cities. But he was informed of a certain disturbance... cities mysteriously going empty... he was told to keep his eyes open when he ventured out of the capitol for anything suspicious.
And so he did. But he found nothing. Harvest, the culprit, was being too careful.
But during one of his trips out, Cajabe came across a metamorian, who had just stumbled in to the city, and collapsed in exhaustion on his knees before the elite.
"T-terrible... danger!"
"What?"
"On my planet, there's a disease... spread through ki... it turns people mad... they kill and destroy everything... even their own comrades..."
"Why do I care?"
"PLEASE listen! I beg of you! We have to find a cure!"
"No we don't, now get out of my sight, weakling."
Raising his hand, Cajabe released a burst of ki straight through his chest... he collapsed, but reached out, grasping Cajabe by one of his ankles desperately... and he mouthed...
"P-lease... h-he-lp..."
Before he went limp, and his head dropped down. Blood pooled around him - he was dead.
But... Cajabe had been infected... somehow... by a mutant strain of the infection the metamorian came to warn him about... later that day... on his way back home, flying across an empty plain... Cajabe suddenly lost control of his flight, falling down to the ground, and skidding across it.
He couldn't see properly... everything was swirling... sounds were echoing in his mind even though he was surrounded by silent emptiness... and then... a few minutes later, he threw up... and then shortly after that, he collapsed... but entered a strange serene state of calm... he laid there... for hours... until he felt well enough to stand up again, but when he did...
CRACK
His body was thrown to the side a few yards, as was another body... another Cajabe...
Both stood up and turned to face eachother... the real Cajabe, stood there as a Super Saiyan 2, glared over at his double... calmly looking over with a pained expression, in his base form, but even stronger.
"Why did we have to kill him, Cajabe? He only meant to help..."
"Wh-what?!"
"I must be going crazy! He's me... he looks like me! God damnit... how long have I been out here?! I need to get something to eat... I need to get some proper rest... I don't know what but this whole past few hours has been insane... I've been insane... I must be hallucinating!"
"I'm real, Cajabe. I was born from the infection that man we killed spoke of, but I suppose the result was different... you are already evil, so a being of good was created."
"Shut up! You don't exist! I'm still hallucinating!"
"I'm sorry, Cajabe, but I do..."
"No you don't! And if you do, I'll wipe your existence clean! There can only be one of me, and it definitely won't be some conscientious moron like you!"
And so an epic battle ensued... Cajabe versus Cajabe. But in the end, the good side won, being much calmer than the evil Cajabe he was able to get the upper hand through much of the fight... the original Cajabe lay on the ground, with many broken bones, and barely conscious.
The good Cajabe stood over him, and knew it would be futile to kill him... the immortal Cajabe would simply come back and take revenge... but could the good Cajabe kill him? He had witnessed murder through the original Cajabe's eyes so many times that it drove him to the breaking point.
He stood there, with tears in his eyes, looking down at the original, and spoke...
"Just know that if you were good of heart... if you could control that anger of yours... you would be so much stronger, like me... and if you were good of heart... so much disaster would be averted.
Poor Cajabe. I know what's truly in your heart, since I am you. But you always ignore it... you never accept it! Stop fooling yourself, and stop letting yourself be so weak!
Now I must go try to stop another disaster... the infection must not be allowed to spread!"
Shortly after, he was gone, leaving the original Cajabe to lay there, too broken and exhausted to move. He had to use his scouter to call for help and take him back home to his rejuvination chamber. When questioned what happened, Cajabe would yell about how it was none of their God damn business.
Sat in his rejuvination chamber, Cajabe began to think to himself...
"What the hell?! Killed by a heroic moron clone of myself?
"GOD DAMN HIM! I'LL RIP HIM APART! FORCE HIS ENTRAILS THROUGH HIS EYE SOCKETS AND TEAR THE FLESH FROM HIS BODY! HE'LL SUFFER!!!
He had decided would begin hunting down the good version of himself soon. Or... could he...?
A part of himself was actually afraid it may all be futile.
"He's me, but stronger... what if he's immortal, too? Will he never God damn leave? Will he always exist to torment me?!"
Fearing the answers to these questions, Cajabe, ultimately, decided to forget it ever happened... and treat it all as a bad hallucination after all his life returned as normal...
Slaughtering changelings, training like a bitch, and visiting his overpowered daughter.
