Planet Cereal

Story · Apr 19, 2026

The sky above Planet Cereal burned with violent crimson streaks as the capital lay in ruins, its golden fields trembling under overwhelming ki. In the shattered plaza, the Cerealian King was relentlessly battered by two identical twins, their movements perfectly synchronized as they treated him like nothing more than a punching bag. Each blow sent him staggering until a final blast hurled him across the ground. Despite his injuries, he struggled to rise, refusing to surrender the planet or betray the Shivero Force. Around them, terrified Cerealians protested, only to be instantly silenced; one struck down by a precise ki beam, others wiped out in a single explosive blast. Panic spread as the twins ignored the destruction, using it as a cruel lesson in obedience. One lifted the weakened king into the air while the other formed a crackling sphere of energy, threatening total annihilation. Faced with the deaths of his people and the looming attack, the king faltered for the first time, the weight of fear pressing down on him as the twins demanded he surrender Planet Cereal. What will the king do, will he hand over the planet and his services to these twins and whatever empire they are from, or will he sacrifice himself for his people and his planet and stay under the protection of the Shivero Force.

CairoOnyx · Apr 21, 2026

About 3 days had passed since they left Shivero's ship to get to Planet Cereal; eventually they landed on the planet and at first, nothing seemed to be out of place or going bad like he was told. In all honesty, that raised a few questions on either Lord Shivero was given the right information or if they were simply a bit too far from where everything was happening. He looked over the ship to see if the others were awake yet. Jean of course had been resting on his shoulder; Tank was in a separate corner, and Vane was chilling by the fridge drinking more beers of course. However, there was another sound being heard which confused him since he left with only 3 others. Though, he did remember shortly that he didn't see his brother back at Shivero's ship so the extra noise must have been him. As such, Lotren opened one off the door to the side rooms to see his brother relaxing in bed which caused the saiyan to let out a short sigh but with a smile.

Lotren: Zerith, so this is where you've been this whole time. Good, im glad you're here. This is the time for both of us to prove ourselves to Lord Shivero. He sent us here to kill some invaders from stealing the planet. We're heading out now, get ready.

After which, he then turned around and lightly tapped Jean on the cheek to wake her up. he stood at the front of the ship and opened the hatch before turning towards the door and begin walking out.

Lotren: Alright, whatever issues or beef that may be present between us has to be left on this ship. We came here as a group, and we'll return back to the ship as one. Tank, as the strongest one here; you're assigned to take out the strongest. As much as I hate to admit it, I know you won't disappoint, and I trust you with the job. The rest of us will take out the other one. Let's go!

Location: Planet Cereal (Lotren's Castle)
Order: Lotren → Others → Story

King · Apr 25, 2026

The room carried a low, steady hum─easy enough to ignore if you didn’t pay attention to it. Reflecting dim light from overhead panels settled. He sat on the side of the modernized bed, his arms rested on his legs, hands clamped together and posture relaxed, despite being in a confined space. This was his escape from everything else. The constant tasks, the interruptions they all pulled him away from what actually mattered, training. He carried a name that demanded more than effort. The power his ancestors once reached wasn’t out of his grasp. He would soon wield it. The thoughts didn’t hold him for long as his mind moved on to planning his next training regimen.

His head turned slightly, his brow lifting just enough to show he noticed. The faint foot steps, quiet at first, then they gradually closed the distance. His door creaked open, the sound carrying through the space. His expression, a distinct scowl held firm as his brother’s silhouette came into view. The smile on Lotren’s face made his jaw tighten. Teeth grinding together as a low, guttural sound slipped from his throat─uncontrolled, but real.

Zerith: “Wipe that smile off your face, you idiot!”

His brother’s voice cut directly. The moment their adoptive father was brought into it, Zerith clicked his tongue softly. His head turned away, just enough to break direct eye contact, jaw tightening as the thought settled in. He despised being told what to do, always had but this was a mission he couldn’t reject. Refusing outright would only bring him more trouble than it was worth, in turn he said nothing. The silence was enough to indicate his response.

He rose to his feet, posture settling naturally. As his brother turned to leave, Zerith followed in no rush, when the assignments were given, his gaze remained fixed on Lotren, expression unchanged and when it was time to move, he did.

Yozu · Apr 26, 2026

Listen while you read

The pod moved the way it always did. Straight, steady, no real sound beyond the quiet hum of the systems keeping everything in line. Inside was the same as any Saiyan capsule, tight space, curved metal, nothing wasted. Just a seat, a console, and what it needed to get from one place to another.

The console flickered.

"Hmm?"

It wasn’t much at first. A quick distortion, like static catching for a second. Then it kept going. Lines dragged across the screen, breaking up the display. No voice came through, just a sharp, repeating pulse cutting through the noise.

It didn’t stop.

Bits of data forced their way through the interference. Coordinates showed up in pieces before the system locked onto them. The pod reacted on its own, adjusting course the second it had something to follow. Thrusters fired in short bursts, shifting direction without any hesitation.

It was Lotren

The change was smooth enough you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it.

The hum inside deepened a little as the engines pushed harder. Outside, the stars stretched just slightly as the pod picked up speed.

Planet Cereal came into view ahead, getting bigger fast, the pod didn’t slow much going in.

The moment it hit the atmosphere, everything lit up. Heat wrapped around the shell, the outer plating starting to glow under the pressure. Flames streaked across the glass, dragging long lines of light across the viewport. The whole thing shook just enough to feel it, but it stayed on course.

Clouds split apart as it dropped through them. The ground came up quick, rough terrain snapping into focus.

Then it hit, hard.

The pod slammed into the surface and tore forward, ripping through dirt and rock as it went. The ground cracked under it, debris kicked out in every direction. It carved a path through the terrain before finally slowing, metal scraped against stone, sparks flashing along the sides.

Then it stopped.

Dust hung in the air around it, thick and slow to fall. The pod sat at the end of the trench, scorched from entry, heat still lifting off the surface. Small pieces of rock shifted and slid down around it as everything settled.

Inside, the hum died down.

A sharp hiss followed as the hatch released. Seals broke with a low pressure sound, and the front of the pod split open. The curved canopy lifted up, letting heat and steam roll out into the open air, light poured in, after that, the pod just sat there, quiet again, like it was done.

"Surely he'd see my pod coming through the atmosphere, I'll wait by my pod for further instructions or for him to find me I suppose..."

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Location: Planet Cereal (Lotren's Castle)
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Others → Story

Story · Apr 27, 2026

Tank hadn't expected to get such a compliment from Lotren, especially since the two of them didn't particularly get along AND Lotren had just made it clear that he wanted to kill Tank. Though, he gave a nod to what was said in agreement and followed him out of the ship along with Jean and Zerith. As the group stepped out of the ship, an out of breath cerealian kid who had managed to escape the chaos will have ran up to them since he recognized Jean & Lotren.

Kid: Jean, Lotren! I'm glad to see you two! The king is being attacked. Follow me, i'll take you the castle wjere everything is happening.

Meanwhile back at the Castle, wind tore across the palace spires, snapping banners bearing the royal crest into frantic disarray. At the center balcony stood the king, his regal robes whipping behind him, jaw set with defiance despite the oppressive energy descending from above. Two figures hovered over where he stood. The more muscular of the 2 descended first, then the smaller but seemingly more powerful one followed behind, landing without a sound, his narrow eyes already locked onto the king. Together, they formed a suffocating presence, and yet the king did not kneel.

King Cinna: I will not surrender my world.

Zorkon let out a low, amused chuckle, rolling his shoulders as if warming up for sport. Syzoth tilted his head slightly, studying the king as though evaluating how much effort this would take.

Syzoth: You misunderstand, King. This is not a negotiation.

The first strike came without warning, a brutal backhand from Zorkon that sent the king crashing through a column, marble exploding into dust. Before the debris could even settle, Syzoth blurred forward, appearing midair beside the king and driving a knee into his ribs. The impact echoed like a cannon blast, launching the king across the courtyard. He skidded violently, tearing grooves into the stone before forcing himself back up, blood already trailing from his lip. Finally, his aura flared in response, a silver and green light pushing back against the 2 opps. The king retaliated with a burst of speed, vanishing and reappearing behind Zorkon with a clenched fist aimed at the back of his head. The blow itself didn't connect, but Zorkon's head yanked quite a bit from the shockwave created from the force even though he grabbed the king’s arm mid-motion. In that moment, he hurled the king straight into the ground with overwhelming force. The courtyard cratered, shockwaves rippling outward and shattering nearby structures. Energy crackled between the three as the battle escalated, turning the once-pristine palace grounds into a warzone. The king unleashed a barrage of ki blasts, forcing both attackers to evade. Zarkon charged through the explosions regardless, tanking the blasts as if they were nothing more than sparks. Syzoth weaved between them, closing the distance in an instant. Together, they converged on the king once more.

Zarkon struck high, a crushing punch aimed at the king’s face, while Syzoth swept low, targeting his legs. The king managed to block one but not the other, his stance collapsing as Syzoth’s strike connected. Zorkon followed through immediately, driving a devastating knee into the king’s abdomen that forced the air from his lungs. Before he could recover, Syzoth delivered a precise chop to the back of his neck, sending him crashing down again.

Syzoth: Lord Tundra offers mercy.

Zorkon: All you have to do is sign it over.

The king spat blood onto the ground, his answer as clear as any words. What followed was not a fight, but a relentless assault. Zorkon drove his fist down again and again, each impact shaking the courtyard like a localized earthquake. Syzoth interjected between strikes, targeting pressure points, joints, and weak spots with chilling efficiency. The king’s defenses faltered under the combined onslaught, his movements slowing, his aura flickering. Yet even as his body gave way, his will refused to break. With a final surge of strength, the king unleashed a massive burst of energy, forcing both attackers back momentarily. The explosion lit the sky, carving a massive crater into the palace grounds and sending debris raining across the city. For a brief moment, it seemed like he might stand victorious, battered but unyielding. But as the smoke cleared, Zarkon was still standing, barely scratched, and Syzoth hovered behind him, completely composed. The hope that flickered was extinguished just as quickly. Zorkon lunged forward once more, faster than before and grabbing the king by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground and squeezing just enough to remind him how easily this could end. Syzoth approached calmly, producing a small device, its screen glowing with a transfer contract bearing Lord Tundra’s insignia.

Syzoth: Sign.

Even beaten, broken, and barely conscious, the king raised his hand… and struck the device aside with the last of his strength. The screen shattered against the ground, sparks scattering into the dust. Zarkon’s expression darkened instantly, his grip tightening as the air itself seemed to freeze. Syzoth’s eyes narrowed, the calm finally giving way to irritation. And in that moment, as thunder roared overhead and the planet itself seemed to hold its breath, the consequences of defiance began to unfold.

Location: Planet Cereal (Kings Castle)
Order: Lotren → Zerith → Bellra → Others → Story

CairoOnyx · Apr 28, 2026

Lotren had been caught off guard by seeing young Peb running up to him and Jean in a frantic manner; This of course was all it took to realize just how bad the situation was since Peb acted more like a saiyan than anything. And once he fully explained the situation to them, Lotren wasted no time in following behind him. However, he sensed the energy of Bellra which meant she got his signal from the ship. He didn;t really have time for a detour if the situation was as bad as he thought it was, so instead of going over to recruit her; Lotren simply shot a small energy orb in her direction to alert her of the direction he was headed. He felt 3 powerful energies nearby but one of them was depleting, and fast. Now that he had a location, he didn't bother taking his time. With a quick burst of energy, he took off from his spot and speed blitz his way towards the King. Once he got within a good range, he will have shot fourth a barrage of energy blasts directly at the one who had the king held in his grasp which will have also created a smoke screen. Following up, he will have also used that smokescreen to his advantage to zig-zag around and attempt to deliver a powerful downwards punch, angled from the side to send the opponent slamming into the ground below.

Location: Planet Cereal (Kings Castle)
Order: Lotren → Zerith → Bellra → Others → Story

Yozu · Apr 28, 2026

Listen while you read - Bellra's battle theme

The signal brushed past her. Sharp, direct, intentional. Bellra didn’t need more than that. Her eyes shifted slightly in its direction, already tracing the path it implied. Lotren didn’t waste motion, so if he sent something like that, the situation had already escalated past delay. She exhaled once, steady.

“…Hmm? something must be wrong....” No hesitation. Her stance shifted and then she was gone.

Her movement cut clean through the air, controlled and efficient. No flare of energy, no unnecessary spikes in speed, just enough to close the distance as quickly as needed. As the castle came into view, she didn’t slow. She assessed.

One energy unstable and fading, one pressing forward with force, another close and controlled, and Lotren already engaging. The moment she entered range, the details sharpened. The king was lifted and restrained, barely conscious. The one holding him was the immediate problem. The other was observing. Her eyes settled on the one gripping the king’s throat.

“…That one.”

Lotren’s barrage hit first, blasts tearing through the courtyard and flooding the space with smoke. Bellra adjusted instantly, shifting her path to intersect the chaos instead of avoiding it. She entered the smoke without a sound. Inside, visibility dropped away, but it didn’t matter. Presence was enough. The one holding the king hadn’t moved far.

Bellra stepped in. No wasted motion. Her body turned just enough and her strike cut in fast and precise, angled to force the grip to break by targeting the arm holding the king rather than the body. Not overwhelming, not reckless, just exact. The moment contact was made, she followed through just enough to disrupt balance, then shifted her weight back, creating space for the king to drop free without being caught in anything that followed.

She didn’t chase or overextend. Instead she repositioned, sliding just off Lotren’s line, aligning her stance with his angle of attack. Supporting, refining. Her gaze flicked briefly toward him.

“…Lotran, I'm here. ” She spoke just loud enough for him to hear her. “lets keep the pressure.”

Her posture lowered slightly, weight settling, body angled between both threats now. The king was no longer in their grasp. That was enough for the first move. Her attention shifted briefly to the second opponent, still composed, still watching. Good.

“…Expected this to be a booty call....” she muttered quietly. Her stance didn’t change nor did her breathing change.

Then she stepped forward again, not fast, not explosive, just enough to close the space and make it clear she wasn’t reacting anymore. She was taking control of the engagement.
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Location: Planet Cereal (Kings Castle)
Order: Lotren → Zerith → Bellra → Others → Story

Story · Apr 29, 2026

Tank - Zorkon

Once Lotren had taken off, Pab retreated back to a safe location; Meanwhile both Jean & Tank followed Lotren in the same hurried fashion. The situation was definitely one that needed to be stopped as soon as possible. Zorkon reacted to the ki blasts in a way the seemed alarming at first but never let his grip on the king falter as the blasts that DID hit him had little to no effect and simply felt like being hit with pebbles. But that did alert him to keep an eye out for who it was, the only problem was the smoke screen blocking his view and inability to sense ki. However, neither of them will have been necessary with what happened next; The first to appear will have been Bellra with her attempt to force a release on the king but ultimately the only thing it did was get her hand caught mid motion, having her hand in a strong grip to keep her from getting away. Almost immediately after was Lotren appearing at an angle, of course without being able to sense Ki; Lotren's punch had landed as intended, however, Zorkon didn't even flinch from the impact. All that happened was the smoke screen clearing with his eyes still locked on the cerealian king.

Zorkon: Please tell me that's not all you're capable of. If so, then you're both about to die right here.

Though, shortly after that statement, the speed of Tank will have served its purpose as he appeared right between both Lotren & Bellra; putting him directly in front of Zorkon and delivering an attack of his own straight to the solar plexus of Zorkon which not only caused him to drop the king but also sent him flying backwards towards an open field area where he'd stop himself mid-flight with the use of his Ki, Tank obviously wasted no time in pursuing him.

Tank: You'll be fighting me now. You should have stayed in your own world if you wanted to live.

Zorkon: That was quite a punch, you're definitely stronger than the other 2. Which means I get to have some fun. Alright then, let's do this.

During the pursuit, Zorkon met Tank head on and clashed with each other, creating a large and powerful shockwave throughout the area.

Both: HYAAAAHHHH!!

Location: Open Field

Jean - Syzoth

Meanwhile, Jean directed any nearby Ceruleans to get the king and leave while they handled the fight. Locking eyes with the one who had still been standing still with the device.

Jean: So you're back to get your ass kicked by me again? You didn't learn your lesson last time or something?

Syzoth: Oh please! You only won because I showed you pitty and let it happen. I assure you, that won't be happening this time. You should take your friends and leave because this time i'm killing whoever gets in my way.

Jean: Sadly, that won't be happening either. You're going to have to kill us.. If you can.

The ground soon began to tremble as Jean and Syzoth stood facing each other, the air between them began accumulating intense winds as dust spiraled upward in thin columns as their auras flared. Jean’s was more tame and electric, while Syzoth’s was wild, thick and oppressive. In a single heartbeat, both rushed each other, their speed collapsing distance into nothing as they collided with a shockwave that split the very ground beneath them. Their fists meeting sent ripples through the atmosphere. Jean twisted fluidly, her agility allowing her to pivot off his arm and drive a knee toward his ribs, forcing Syzoth back a few meters. He skidded across the ground as his boots carved grooves into the planet, this caused him to let out a low groan.

Jean darted forward again, her movements blindingly fast, chaining together a barrage of strikes that came from every angle at once. Each punch snapped, each kick aimed to force Syzoth to defend rather than dominate. He blocked and parried, but the force behind her blows still echoed through his larger frame, sending faint tremors through his arms. She spun beneath his guard and delivered a sharp uppercut that snapped his head back, followed instantly by a downward axe kick that drove him into the pavement. The impact cratered the ground, stone exploding outward in jagged shards as dust engulfed the area. Before the debris could settle, Yet beneath the surface, Syzoth’s grin began to form. With a sudden surge, Syzoth’s aura erupted outward, shattering the ground beneath him and forced Jean to recoil. He rose from the crater slowly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the damage. When he moved again, the shift was undeniable; his strikes carried a heavier, more oppressive weight, each swing distorting the air itself. Jean attempted to counter, weaving through his attacks with her superior agility, but now each near-miss felt like brushing against a collapsing wall. He caught her wrist mid-combination, and for the first time, her momentum halted completely. With a brutal pivot, he hurled her across the pavement as her body tore through rock formations before crashing into the side of the castle. The building fractured on impact, fragments shooting out in all direction, and as the dust rose again, Syzoth stepped forward, his larger frame casting a growing shadow over her.

Syzoth: What was that you said a few seconds ago? Something about me getting my ass kicked again?

Jean burst from the rubble as she pushed her speed even further. She circled him at blinding velocity, striking from multiple angles in rapid succession, her hits landing with sharp, explosive bursts. For a moment, it seemed she might overwhelm him again, her attacks were too fast to track. But Syzoth began to adapt, his movements less reactive and more anticipatory, his sheer strength compensating for the speed gap. He tanked several blows outright, his Immense Durability allowing him to endure strikes that would have crippled lesser warriors. Then, with a single calculated swing, he intercepted her mid-dash, his fist colliding with her side in a devastating counter. The impact warped the air and sent her spiraling backwards once more, crashing into the very building she had just came from with enough force to create a massive whole in the wall and have her actually inside of the building.

Syzoth: Ahahaha, don't tell me THIS is what you came here with expecting to beat me! - What about you 2, you plan on fighting me too or are you going to be smart and run away?

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

CairoOnyx · Apr 29, 2026

The initial impact had done absolutely nothing to Zorkon, thankfully Tank stepped in when he did or things could have went very bad for Lotren and Bellra. Next, he watched everything going down between Syzoth and Jean which of course fueled his saiyan blood and his need to battle became even stronger. Jean was like an auntie to him as she was his mother's bestfriend; so seeing someone he looked up to being beaten like that not only angered him but gave him a reason to add another body to his kill counter. However, what really got to him was when Syzoth spoke towards him and Bellra. He thought to himself with a blank but confused facial expression in disbelief that he was just asked such a stupid question. Howeverm after a few seconds he tilts his head and puts on a cocky smile while pointing to himself with his thumb.

Lotren: ....?? - Let's get one thing straight you damn reject. I don't run from anyone. You're going to die here as a failure to your brother and pathetic excuse of a planet broker. Everyone will know you as the one who died.. like.. a... bitch!

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

Yozu · Apr 29, 2026

Listen while you read

Bellra didn’t move at first, not because she couldn’t, but because she was watching. The moment her strike had been stopped and her wrist caught replayed in her mind with perfect clarity. The grip, the lack of reaction, the way Lotren’s punch had landed and meant nothing told her everything she needed to know. Too durable. Too stable. Direct force wasn’t going to be enough.

By the time Tank forced the release and pulled the other one away, Bellra had already adjusted. She landed lightly, posture settling back into something composed and controlled, like she had never been interrupted. Her eyes shifted to the one who remained. The one who hadn’t moved. She watched Jean get thrown through the structure without shock or panic, only quiet assessment. He adapts fast. Durability is high. Strength increases under pressure.

As Syzoth’s voice carried across the ruined courtyard, Bellra stepped forward slowly, stopping just short of the debris where Jean had crashed. She didn’t answer immediately. When she finally spoke, her tone was calm, even, almost bored. “You talk too much for someone who needed that long to deal with one person.” Her eyes met his directly, steady and focused. “Running isn’t the problem. It’s wasting time on the wrong target.”

Thanks to Jean, she was able to use the time to strengthen her energy beyond her regular measures, a very faint after glow would appear on Bellra

"Lotran, I have an idea.. its risky but I need to test his defence." She spoke just low enough for Lotran and only Lotran to hear.
Her attention flicked briefly toward the distant clash in the open field, then returned to him. Decision made. When she moved, it was precise. Bellra dashed forward in a tight, controlled motion, angling low instead of attacking head-on. One hand extended to redirect his arm the moment he'd reacted, while the other remained coiled for the real strike. She followed through a fraction of a second later, targeting a structural weak point like a joint or rib line, something meant to force movement rather than overpower it.

There was no wasted motion, no shouting, only calculated pressure. “Let’s see how long that holds up.” She wasn’t trying to end it in one hit. She was studying him while she fought, a very gentle shimmer coursed through her body.
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

Story · May 1, 2026

Syzoth stood at the center of the ruined courtyard, the fractured stone beneath his feet still humming from the aftermath of his clash with Jean. Dust drifted lazily through the air, illuminated by the oppressive glow of his aura. When Lotren spoke, Syzoth simply stared as if weighing whether the words even deserved acknowledgment. Then, gradually, a low, amused chuckle rolled out of him. His eyes narrowed just slightly in entertainment. To him, Lotren’s boldness wasn’t threatening; it was amusing in the way a child’s bravado might be before a storm. When Bellra stepped forward, Syzoth’s attention shifted fully to her, his grin sharpening at the edges. He tilted his head ever so slightly, observing the faint afterglow surrounding her.

Syzoth: “Oh? So one of you actually thinks.”

The moment Bellra moved, Syzoth’s expression didn’t change. To an outside observer, it might have seemed like he reacted a fraction too late, his arm beginning to lift only as she closed the distance. But that delay was deliberate. He let her come in low, let her hand make contact, let her redirect his arm just enough to feel like she had successfully manipulated his movement. Her second attack followed next. The hit landed cleanly against his rib line; and for a split second, there was impact. A ripple of force spread across his body, the ground beneath them cracking faintly from the transfer of energy. Then everything stopped. Not because the strike failed to connect, but because it simply didn’t matter. Syzoth looked down at her, eyes half-lidded, as if mildly inconvenienced. The faint shimmer of her enhanced energy reflected across his chest, but his body hadn’t shifted even an inch.

Syzoth: So this is your idea?

he asked, almost conversationally, before his hand snapped downward with terrifying speed. Aiming for his fingers to clamp around her wrist mid-motion, completely halting her follow-up before it could even begin. The difference in power will have become immediately, brutally clear. Without pulling back or winding up, he would drive his knee forward into her midsection. The ground beneath Bellra will shatter outward as the force transferred through her, her body will have folded from the sheer weight of the blow. Yet even then, Syzoth didn’t release her. He then grabbed her neck with his other hand and lifted her off the ground by her neck With a sharp twist, he redirected her momentum entirely and went to slam her sideways into the fractured courtyard, the impact will have carved a deep trench through the stone and debris. Before the dust could even rise, he was already moving again, his larger frame crossing the distance instantly as he followed through with a powerful gut strike.

From within the building, Jean forced herself back to her feet. Her breathing was heavy, uneven, each inhale dragging against the strain of her battered body. Dust slid from her shoulders as she rose to one knee, her head lowered for just a moment before lifting again, eyes locking onto Syzoth. She had seen what he did to Bellra, and whatever hesitation once lingered was gone. Syzoth however wasn't really worried about it, but the corner of his mouth twitched, acknowledging her without looking.

Syzoth: You’re still moving? Good. I was starting to think this would get boring again.

Still, his attention didn’t fully leave Bellra, then he would launch her straight towards Jean if she didn't manage to get away. To Syzoth, this wasn’t two opponents regrouping. It was simply a longer fight.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

CairoOnyx · May 1, 2026

Lotren was curious about what her idea was and at first he couldn't figure out what she meant but decided to plat close attention as his own energy began to accumulate around him body like a miniature tornado. His power began to rise steadily from his suppressed BP of 600 to around 1,200. The ground around him slowly broke apart and began to rise into the air as he charged his energy. Within a few moments, Lotren had completely changed his stance and grabbed a hold of his Time Cutter sword. The energy around his then proceeded to get more intense as his energy maxed itself out around 2,000. Though once he saw Bellra get caught he moved rapidly, reappearing just beside Syzoth with his sword already in motion to slice down on the extended arm that had Bellra caught in it's grasp with one hand.

Lotren: Bellra! - Get your filthy damn hands off of her!

Meanwhile, at the same time his other hand would be coming out of the air as if preparing to slam down on hop of the energy coated sword. However, just before contact, a second sword formed from the free hand of Lotren. This was meant to add more power to his attack overall in hope of severing the arm entirely from Syzoth.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

Yozu · May 1, 2026

Bellra knew the difference the second his hand closed around her wrist. Not surprise, just confirmation. Her strike had been clean, the timing right, but it didn’t matter. The gap between them wasn’t something she could force through.

Then the knee hit. Her body folded instantly, the impact tearing through her core and knocking the air from her lungs. The ground cracked beneath her, but she didn’t cry out. Just a sharp, cut breath as everything tightened, too much weight and too much force.

When his grip shifted to her throat and lifted her, her body reacted for a moment before going still again. Not submission, adjustment. Her vision blurred at the edges, but her focus didn’t drift. She kept watching him, measuring, tracking. Then the slam came. Stone shattered as she was dragged through it, debris tearing around her. Before she could recover, the next hit landed, deeper this time, driving into her midsection again. Blood slipped past her lips, her body lagging behind her intent.

But her breathing didn’t break. She forced it steady, short inhales, controlled exhales. The pain didn’t scatter her thoughts, it narrowed them. Too durable to break head-on. Too stable to disrupt like that.

When he threw her, she didn’t fight it outright. She let the motion carry her just enough, twisting slightly mid-air to take the impact cleaner. It still slammed her into the ground hard, sending a jolt through her frame. She slid across broken stone before stopping, one hand pressing into the ground as blood dripped beneath her.

For a second, she stayed low. Then she pushed herself up. Slow, deliberate. One leg under her, then the other. Her posture lifted, not fully straight at first, but enough. One arm hung lower from the damage, but she didn’t test it. No wasted movement.

Her eyes never left him. Something shifted, not visible like an aura, but there. The air around her felt tighter, her stance adjusting by inches. Small changes. Cleaner ones.

She spat blood to the side. “…Tch...”

Her shoulders settled, her footing refined. She wasn’t trying to break through him anymore. She was figuring out how to deal with him.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

YatoruSenpai · May 1, 2026

From within Lotrens ship, he awakened, beer cans stumbling around him, his head pounding as vibrations from some distant structure was reaching the ships location. His eyes stumbling open, a groan escaping his mouth as he rubbed his head the Human slowly stood up, stretching his body, with his arms stretching behind.

"Whats with all this racket.... Oh... OHHHHHH. So the fighting had already started, and lil ole monkey tailed man just let me sleep through it?! How dare he!"

He said amused and annoyed. His legs moving as he slowly exited the ship, utilizing Zero Sign, his presence became that which is invisible in both the view of sight and power sensing as his legs suddenly kicked off the ground of this alien world. Rapidly closing the distance on foot, the winds blowing past his face as the battle raged at some sorta castle, he only made it just after the after math of a royally mean combo being planted on some monkey tailed woman, and the monkey tailed Lotren swinging his sword out of anger. While invisible, Vane began whistling, the sound which seemed to come from every direction is a dislocated scenario. A melody of sorts as Vane slowly walked past this ugly looking alien mother fucker, his hand slightly grazing his outfit letting his ki effect siphon speed, strength and stamina from the ugly mother fucker. The siphon could be felt instantly, but by the time should the guy Syzoth try to swing, vane was no longer behind him leaving him swinging at thin Air.

Meanwhile Vane was closing the distance between himself and the heavily injured tailed woman, his Zero sign still active as his voice echoed through the castle from no direct location,

"Man oh Man, To think you'd let this happen Lotren. I thought you said you'd become strong enough to defeat that michael jackson wanna be... What was his name... Tank? Good thing I made it here...."

Clearly mocking Lotren as Vane's hand slowly pressed on the head of Bellra, where she could feel a strange sensation of something on her head then it suddenly began. Vane having quite a high Ki level and level of control, he began utilizing his ability Gift, Transferring his own ki into her which caused his Zero sign to end revealing the human, while simultaneously rapidly healing Bellra granting her, the Zenkai from her saiyan soul on top of a temporary boost in speed, strength, and stamina which Vane had stolen from Syzoth.

"Now that's better...."

He said a bead of sweat running down his cheek from a mild exhaustion from using his own ki, But as he said this his eyes never left Syzoth, instead he slowly extended his left arm out, invisible threads of ki firing out at high speed, latching to the arm which Lotren was striking at before. Rather than his natural snatch which targets a signature of an item or person, he was targetting the actual limb, which as the threads would latch on his hand twisted, and what was to come next was vile... Syzoths arm would twist violently, bones snapping at the forearm as Vane utilized his Physical Snatch.

"Hey Buddy... I think your arms broken..."

Vane said with a toothy grin, his canines barely showing as he seemed more so satisfied for joining into the fight in his own grandeur way.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra →Vane→ Story

Story · May 2, 2026

A lot was happening within that span of time, as the male who was speaking to him previously finally went on the attack. The timing of his attack was almost good enough for what he had been trying to do, but he will have ultimately been a bit late to help her. As such, this gave Syzoth enough time to act after tossing the woman away. Using his other hand, Syzoth will have thrown a powerful punch right to the gut of Lotren with enough power to stun him and knock the wind from his breath. At the same time he'd be charging a energy blast in his other hand just unleash a large wave to engulf Lotren and send him crashing far away into a nearby boulder which ultimately gets destroyed which would leave the saiyan male on the ground should he be caught by the attack.

Though he did randomly feel the power he had slip for a moment, which made him question if he had accidentally put too much power into his attacks or if he was simply tired in general. He hadn't noticed the human until he was where the woman was; Something was indeed strange, just moments ago she looked to be out of the fight entirely, but now she seemed ready to fight once more. It had to be a bluff, but he couldn't tell since he wasn't able to sense her ki. This only confused him, but regardless there was no way she was going to be able to do anything in her condition; at least that was what he told himself.

The next moment is what really defined everything though which actually angered him. He felt his arm pretty much snap which sent a wave of excruciating pain through his entire body. At the same moment, Jean finally showed up with her own combination of attacks against him. A powerful blow to the face, a kick to the gut, followed by a grab to the very arm that had just been broken with energy generating to make it more painful than necessary; and finally another powerful punch to the gut. This didn't send him flying backwards but it definitely caused him to stagger backwards. But he was also pissed off now, using his hair to wrap around his broken arm and snap it back into place and tightening his hair around it like a cast. Next, a large accumulation of energy surrounded him; burning up and nearly setting fire to whatever was around. With one final scream, a large explosive wave went off within the entire area, growing to at least a radius of 80 feet, obliterating anything within it's range and dealing heavy damage to anyone hit by it. This explosion wasn't slow either, it was fast, extremely. Jean being right in front of him of course was the first to be swallowed up by the attack, as for Lotren, Bellra, and the newcomer Vane. That will be revealed once the explosion finally goes away.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra →Vane → Story

CairoOnyx · May 2, 2026

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The instant the blow landed, the air around them seemed to have warpers outward in a violent shockwave. For a fraction of a second, Lotren’s body didn’t even react; his muscles locked and his spine arched slightly behind the weight of the strike. His breath was ripped from his lungs in a hollow, strangled gasp that never fully escaped, his mouth snapping open as his eyes widened in pure, involuntary shock. A sharp, wet cough tore through him immediately after, dark blood spraying from his lips in a jagged burst that scattered across the cracked ground below. His hands instinctively moved to his abdomen, fingers trembling as they pressed against the epicenter of the pain, but there was no relief to be found. His face contorted violently, every feature tightening at once as the pain surged through him in waves. His brows knotted downward, trembling under the strain, while his eyes squeezed halfway shut, unable to fully close against the overwhelming sensation tearing through his body. His teeth clenched hard enough to creak, streaks of red slipping between them as another broken cough forced its way out. His shoulders hunched forward involuntarily, his entire frame folding around the impact point as if trying to protect itself from damage already done. Even his aura flickered erratically, stuttering like a failing flame, unable to stabilize under the shock to his system.

He tried to inhale, to recover, but each attempt came out shallow and uneven, his lungs refused to cooperate after having the air violently torn from them. Syzoth didn’t give him time to recover. As Lotren struggled to draw even a single full breath, a sudden, suffocating glow began to build directly in front of him. At point-blank range, there was no space to react, no distance to escape and only the growing, blinding intensity of a ki blast forming in Syzoth’s palm. The light illuminated Lotren’s face from below, casting sharp, unforgiving shadows across his already contorted expression. His eyes widened again, but this time not from pain, but from realization. His pupils shrank, reflecting the expanding sphere of energy as it swelled to full power within inches of his body. His lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but nothing came out until the blast officially erupted.

The explosion engulfed him instantly, a violent eruption of energy that swallowed his entire form in a roaring column of light. His body jerked violently within it, silhouette barely visible for a split second as the force overwhelmed him completely. His expression in that instant was frozen in something beyond pain; a mixture of shock, disbelief, and raw agony as the ki tore across him at point-blank range. His mouth opened in a scream, swallowed by the blast, his features stretched and distorted under the sheer intensity of the energy consuming him.

As the blast continued to roar, the ground beneath him gave way, collapsing inward under the sustained pressure, cracks spiderwebbing outward in every direction. The surrounding air trembled violently, heat and force distorting everything within range as debris was lifted and obliterated in the wake of the attack. Lotren’s aura, what little remained of it, flickering once then vanishing entirely beneath the overwhelming surge of Syzoth’s power. The energy didn’t just strike him, it consumed him entirelt, leaving no room for resistance, no space for recovery. When the blast finally dissipated, the battlefield was left scarred and smoldering, the air thick with heat and drifting ash. At the center of it all, where Lotren had stood, there was only the charred ground, and fractured stone of where the saiyan once was. However, in the distance he was layed out beneath a boulder with his body semingly smoking from the attack. His energy was still there, barely but definitely still alive; just severely wounded.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story

Yozu · May 2, 2026

Bellra felt the shift before the explosion even went off. The air tightened, pressure building in a way that made it obvious what was coming. Her hand snapped out and caught Vane’s wrist as his energy settled into her, just enough to steady him for a second. “…Thanks.” No extra words said, but she appreciated the save.

Then she moved. The blast erupted and she pulled him(Vane) with her, cutting across it instead of trying to outrun it. It still caught them. Heat tore across her side, forcing her to turn into it just enough to keep it from hitting both of them clean. They cleared the worst of it in a quick burst, landing just outside the main radius.

She didn’t slow down. Her head turned immediately toward Lotren. His energy was faint, buried, but still there. That was all she needed. Bellra pushed off again, closing the distance fast. The boulder came into view and she didn’t hesitate, dropping her stance and driving her hand into the cracked stone before ripping upward. Not lifting it clean, just breaking it apart. The rock split, chunks tearing loose until there was enough space to see him underneath. Alive. Barely.

She dropped to a knee beside him, clearing the rest of the debris quickly. One arm slid under his shoulder as she pulled him up against her. “Stay alive.” That was it. The ground was still shifting, heat rolling through the area, but she didn’t wait. Bellra pushed off again, carrying him with her, adjusting her balance without breaking stride.

Another wave hit from behind. Her body jolted forward, a sharp grunt slipping out, but her grip didn’t loosen. She forced herself through it, using the momentum instead of fighting it. They cleared the worst of it just as the energy started to die down.

Bellra slid to a stop across the broken ground, lowering him carefully instead of dropping him. Quick glance. Still breathing. Good. She steadied her breath and stood. The energy Vane gave her had settled by now, not flaring, just there. Her stance adjusted slightly, tighter, more efficient, her tail going still behind her.

“…Don’t die."

She didn’t look at him when she said it. Her eyes were already back on the battlefield, once the dust had settled from the explosion, she was going to make her move.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Story

YatoruSenpai · May 2, 2026

As the Saiyan woman Bellra Pulled him away, shielding him from the blast, once the over all explosive force had ended, Vane and Bellra had approached Lotren, there Vane spoke with a slightly more amused tone,

"Little Lady. Go handle the opponent for me. Buy me enough time. I'll treat Lotren here. As for you Lotren... You look like shit."

He said as if dismissing Bellra to fight the opponent alone, though unaware to vane Bellra had gained a significant strength boost to one v one the opponent and hold her ground. As such Slowly kneeling beside Lotren, Vane placed his hand onto the tattered clothing of lotren's shirt, pressing his hand against his chest as he began utilizing Gift once more, pouring the rest of his high ki level into lotren Gift began mending and repairing the damage down to the saiyan. The charred flesh clearing up, broken bones reconstituting, bruises fading away. Still due to Vane's lack of Knowledge of Saiyan Biology he was unknowingly Giving Lotren the Zenkai of the opponents Power Level (10,000). And by doing so would ultimately allow both fighters to keep pace and deal significant damage to the opponent. One his treatment of Gift was DOne, Vane sat down completely winded as he spoke calmly,

"Well I'm Tapped out. Ya'll gotta take it from here. Till I can regain some strength, and stamina. So don't go getting yourselves killed ya hear!."

His voice almost melodic like as he sat prepared to watch the battle unfold, letting his body naturally regain its lost Ki and stamina.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story

Story · May 3, 2026

By the time the smoke had cleared from his explosion technique, there was nothing left but a large empty crater and very little of what remained of the Cerealian Castle. Syzoth stood in the center of it all with a smirk on his face, feeling proud of the amount of destruction he had caused even though he was in pain. Though, there was something wrong. The energy signature of Jean seemed to be completely gone. Added Tank will have been rocketing towards the group out of nowhere heavily damaged along with Zorkon; But his energy was depleting, slow but it was still noticeable.

Zorkon: The hell are you doing Syzoth. Stop wasting time on these idiots and get it over with. Don't make a habit out of doing things the hard way because if you accidentally destroy the planet... We're going to have a bigger problem on our hands and I rather not deal with that.

With that said, Syzoth scoffed and the both of them floated into the air and began gathering Ki in their hands pointed directly towards the group.

Syzoth: It was fun while it lasted, too bad I can't play around with you a little more.

Zorkon: Nothing person, it's just business and you just so happened to be in the way of it.

Finally, the two rain down a flurry of Ki blasts onto the group to vaporize them as a whole. Each ki blasts that hits the planet simply creates small craters and dust clouds until nothing is left but a large hole as if a large meteorite collided with the area.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story

CairoOnyx · May 3, 2026

Lotren was had been on the verge of death after taking the Ki blast to the face the way he did with the amount of power that was used, he hadn't even realized that Bellra was the one who saved him from being caught up in the blast. However, he heard a familiar voice speaking to both him and Bellra but he didn't have enough energy to respond in that moment. Shortly though, he felt the hand of Vane on his chest and healing him back up to normal, but he felt a new power within him, one that was much stronger than he had previously. He looked at his hands and constantly closed/opened his fists as the surge of energy lightly revealed itself. After which, he finally decided to step in front of Vane, but facing Zorkon and Syzoth as they were speaking.

Lotren to Vane: You saved my life, human. I owe you. I'll put in a word for you to my father.

Lotren gazed up at both Syzoth & Zorkon and as the two of them rained down their Ki, Lotren produced a strong and large Kiai which will block out and blow away their incoming attacks with his own Ki while it also forced the both of them back a bit, but staggering Syzoth the most. Just as their attack would end, Lotren wasted no time in his next move. He glided forward, using Rapid Movement to land a flurry of invisible blows on Syzoth specifically, and appearing behind him while he is stunned.

After which he'd turn to deliver two hard knees to the back of his head/neck, finishing the preceding rush with a backflipping kick.

Lotren: You two won't be leaving here. And you especially... You hurt Bell, so you're going to die first.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story

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