The Underground Experimentation Project -

Prim had been stripped of their baggy roving clothes. A mix of konatsian fabric and Kashvar sensibilities. A tight undersuit reveals them to be completely ambiguous in features still. The androgeny was painfully well hidden, even if the two-toned hair was let down to show this medium shoulder-length cut. The gown didn't look particularly fitting for them, not that it mattered. Function over anything, Prim would remain listless on the bed. Their vitals and power readings remained steady. Despite having Ki-rendering cuffs on, some of that energy still ran through those who monitored them.

"Hnn..."
They were having a good nap, until a certain Yangus Congus spoke up. Prim found themselves weak, groggy, and inside a lab with none of their belongings on them. Being disturbed, they almost tried rolling onto their side. Like someone trying to remain asleep with someone pestering them, but they were caught by the cuffs that positioned them face-up. The pointed ears of the kashvar lower as a sinister glare is pointed toward the 'scientist' in question.

"You..."
As everything came back to them, how they got there, how long it possibly could have been, they remained fairly quiet. Not at all caring to converse with the man who had kidnapped them. If Yangcong wasn't paying too much attention to Prim's face, they'd start looking around for objects. Routes of escape. Weak points in the room. Anything. Sneaking the looks in between Yangcong addressing them. They also weren't the only victim of this operation. Blue eyes would flash over at whoever this was as well, taking in their well-being.

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Yangcong: “my name is Yangcong. You may have heard of me, you may have not. I am a former soldier of both the tuffle and Saiyan army. Kronos we weren’t making a device to protect the Earth. Of course I won’t be telling you my plans on what I plan to do with the device. If you somehow escape and try looking for the device you won’t find it on this planet. It’s already at an undisclosed location. I just need to do a few more things before my plan goes into affect.

Now let’s get down to business shall we? I have worked my life as a scientist, experimentally of course.”

He would pull out a green liquid syringe as he calmly walked over to Prim and inject them with the green liquid and doing the same for Kronos.

Yangcong: “this liquid will numb the pain that you would have received without it. You both will be the new experiments and since this is the alpha stage. I will see if organic life forms are worth investing in.”

Yangcong wanted to build super soldiers, removing the entire army of it and just investing in a few people instead. Then Yangcong would proceed to injected a purple liquid into each of their arms.

Yangcong: “now then, it’s time to see what you guys will do.”

The purple liquid he had injected into them was the agent that the arcosian had given him. It would enhance their strength. He would have to see what it would do currently. The green liquid was also laced with the ability to make an individual lose conscious but their bodies would rage into violence. Like how an uncontrolled oozaru tends to fight. Yangcong would place Sea prism stone locks on their feet. This would allow them to freely walk as normal but shutting down their ki abilities, primarily flight.

Now their sea prism stone cuffs were released and now the oozaru effects would take its course as both their eyes would turn red. Even though they both weren’t turning into oozarus, they both would feel the strength of an oozaru and their uncontrolled nature.

Yangcong would step back and watch them fight each other for his entertainment.

Yangcong: “now fight each other.”

Around both their necks were also spike collars that would electrify them if they didn’t obey his command.

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"Oh come on!" Kronos growled with a sudden burst of energy, rolling his eyes at the Kashvar. Though he wasn't the type to expect much from adults, the Konatsian's sheer apathy was so great that the Tuffle momentarily forgot to be sad. "This is who I get locked up with? Some mean, snarky, adult alien that barely even CARES? Ugh! He must've done this on purpose, that piece of—YOU!"






Kronos was sent flying across the room, knocking over any unlucky objects in his way and crashing against a wall at top speed. The attacking was not only insufficient in knocking Kronos out, but had an unfortunate side-effect: punching the lights out of any resistance he possessed to the drug. With a vicious snarl, Kronos leaped off the floor as his hair stood on it's end akin to a Saiyan's, dive-bombing Prim like a monkey whilst their power reached it's limit. For a moment, he glanced at Yangcong...but his current target was unfortunately his only ally!

Prim couldn't hear anything past the raw burning sensation that struck their vision. It was like peering into the sun, magic leaking in the form of this unnatural flame that would not go out. Was it some blinding rage? It was the most vocal the Kashvar had been for some time. Lashing out and sending some poor fool who they didn't even know aside. Yangcong lipped out of the frankly small lab he set the two up in, leaving his presence out of the equation meant that Prim, if blind, couldn't even have their aggression focus on them at the moment.

Prim would recover by the time Kronos took to stand and leaped against them. In these restraints, they were relatively matched witout whatever juices flowed. The Kashvar grit their teeth, holding a hand over those fires and met the kid halfway with a rising kick. The force of which would send both of them either bouncing off the impact or stalemating right next to each other. At which point some rough abrasion started to swirl past Krono's arms and legs. Whether he cared for the irritation or could even feel it in his state was up for debate, but this sudden conjuring of sand was alarming.

Without the blade, usually, they couldn't control much of anything. But they were right there, forming a shortsword out of loose material in order to compensate. The power of which could be felt or read if focused on. If unable to, the tuffle would soon see a cut made with this loose collection of sand in their grip. Flowing like dangerous water in the smoothness which they moved.

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Yangcong had calmly began to walk over to the man and injecting him with a red liquid. 

"I haven't tested the liquid yet.... but I guess testing it on you first will be the alpha phase."

The saiyan stared at Yangcong with a stern look, wanting to know the truth since Yangcong was a scientist.

"I just wanted to know. Were you responsible in making those mechas that slaughtered our brothers and sisters you...."


"I only became a scientist a few years ago. I was a demolitionist during my younger days."

"Why did you betray your brothers and sisters after all this time? What you did to the capital all those years ago. I wanted answers."

"I felt a certain way about the tuffles because of my mother. She is the one who brought me to Hatchi City when the war went bad during my youth. My years of service to the saiyans were nothing but loyalty, after all. I was hit with the destron gas, hospitalized and received this burnt scar as a reminder of my service. I wanted to make a change back then. But I was seen as a traitor to not only the tuffles who I had helped, but I was deemed a war criminal when skirmishes were still happening all over the planet. They call it the peaceful era, but I don't see it as peaceful when two leaderships are unoccupied and no one is doing a damn thing about stepping up and resolving the skirmishes that were going on. You could say that I could have taken that opportunity to be the leader for the saiyans or the tuffle chancellor, but I never saw myself as a leader. I was born a soldier. Something we have in common."

Yangcong now walking over to abundance of equipment before him, mixing a few liquids into a few vials.

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Prim was never ready for the shock of the collar. Be it for kicks or because they started getting too rowdy, the moment they stood back up and let a tempest of sand off in the room was the moment it'd try engaging. And there was no doubt it was going off; Physical discharge was being seen jumping off their neck and the collar itself. Cranked up to a ludicrous amount. Prim's burning eyes would glare at the nuisance, down as far as they could without actually getting a look at something attached to the neck.

"Kill. Kill. Destruction, Absolution!"
Their boyish voice rose as they took their free hand to crush the collar on one side. Collapsing under the konatsian's fury and power, it let out one last shock before being yanked off. Tossing it away like it were a leech they just plucked from a leg. With an irritation gone, Prim had the moment to look at their hand, their sword. Their hand going back to rub at their neck.

"What...?"
The kid was having a less-than-stellar time responding to the shock therapy and whatever fluids were running in him. Guards would be careful to watch the pair as the tuffle yelled to take the collar off. Not only that, yangcong had gotten finished with... whatever he was doing in the rooms over, ready with another vial. With the hot pain running through them evaporating with the passing seconds, Prim leapt at the tuffle again. This time moving forward with a grasping hand rather than their sword's edge, and trying to grasp at the boy's neck. It might look like aggression towards him at first, which could lead to another misunderstanding, but Prim soon would try doing much the same to his collar.

"The scarred one touched us! Hurt us! It is HIM and his neophytes that will die!"
Prim shouted back, trying to yank some sense into Krnos in their collective wrath.

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