The Underground Experimentation Project -

With luck and a bit of stubborn malice, Prim managed to release the youth's immediate restraints. Freeing them of the pain of refussal but beyond that, they could do nothing for whatever fluids were running them mad. Prim was quick to yank themselves away from Kronos before they latched onto a target. Erupting action onto the guards that stood little chance against it. The collar was never meant for Yangcong's safety, but theirs. And so long as there was little interference, Kronos was let loose on them. They had a different target in mind.

Who was Prim to deny them? Well, maybe Yangcong would stop them. Granted, Prim had no way to tell what was IN a syringe, they weren't about to stand still and take another dose of whatever. On approach, blinding as it may be, Yangcong would find their attempts to stab into Prim a second time null. The needle itself seemed to bend against a body empowered by whatever magic was taking place in them. Yangcong would soon enough get a swipe of the kopesh for his troubles, trying to get him to back off.

"I'll make sure you die quick, vermin!"
Yangcong could hear as he made an appearance back in their room, moments before another powerful signature pinged in their senses. If it wasn't the rumbling of the structure itself that would grab their attention, it'd be the unfiltered power that surged. Prim could hear the tearing of metal and shouts of other personnel far before Dion made his appearance. Like tears of paper. To someone on that level, it WOULD feel like nothing to tear through. Those wild, burning eyes lift. As if tracking Dion through the many floors.

"I'm not the only one who wants you dead, scarface. I'll deliver your head on a platter to ANYONE looking for you!"
An angered and enraged Prim went at YANGCONG AGAIN despite being severely lacking in strength. Swiping wildly with the blade in an attempt to catch his head in one cleave or several.

---

    As soon as the doors broke open from the sheer force of Dion throwing them to the wayside, the Saiyan's eyes narrowed at the bizarre sight unfolding before him. It was like something from a science fiction horror flick, with some stranger and Kronos both being heavily afflicted by some sort of biological, medical malady flowing through their veins. Fists clenching, the young man's rage simmered just below the surface of his cool, calm demeanor. Electric blue Ki flowing in arcs around his body as he watched both the power- and the anger- of both individuals remaining in the room beginning to grow at an exponential rate.

    Only for his eyes to widen at Kronos specifically in particular. He was the reason why he came here in the first place after all, why wouldn't he zero in on the person that he broke into the base to save? Yes, there did happen to be another similarly infected fighter just a few paces away from where he stood, and he could also clearly sense the evil aura of the person whom he presumed was the cause of all of this nonsensical experimentations directly behind him now (he must have sped past him when initially entering the room), but they were all lesser priorities when it came to saving someone he cared about so dearly.

    Clinging close to the image of the gentlehearted young boy clutching onto him so desperately barely a week or so ago, Dion stared down Kronos' entry level attack with a steely glare. The air around the two rippling in waves all around them directly after contact.

    Only for Dion to still be standing after the impact, his left hand having been raised just in time to catch Kronos' ankle within its grasp. The Saiyan staring down at Kronos with a worried, but all the more encouraging expression as he said to the clearly distressed young fighter, "Kronos, snap out of it man! Whatever's got ahold of you clearly ain't strong enough to really hold you down. I know you've got greater power than that!"

    Forcibly tossing Kronos to the side, in the hopes of getting him away from the battle for at least a couple seconds, the unofficial older brother turned his body to face the youth entirely. Balling his fists even tighter as he shouted at Kronos with a pleading look upon his face, "You told me that you'd always be strong, no matter what- now's your chance to prove it to me! Push through, Aspara- show the world you aren't the type to be messed with anymore!"

    In the midst of his heartfelt plea, the young man's ears perked as he heard someone directly addressing him back from the direction whence he came. Turning, Dion came face to face with who looked to be the head orchestrator of this symphony of scientific horror. Part of him feeling this incredibly odd sense of familiarity as his eyes glazed over his features as he spoke.

    "Not my fault if you didn't invest in an insurance fund," came the coy, yet still very much annoyed response from the young man as he began walking toward the sinister looking stranger- only for something quite fast and even more angry than he was at the moment speed past him in a blur of movement. Eyes widening, he watched as one of Yangcong's "patients" attempted to take the head of operations on himself- an iota of respect pulling at his heartstrings as he moved to return his attention on who he came here for anyways.

    Standing firm, his eyes ablaze with a fiery blue aura, Dion watched as Kronos continued to wrestle with the disease running inside of him. His own scars beginning to exude shoots of phantom pains up and down his forearms at the sight of him. 

    "Do what you and I do best, Kronos."

    "FIGHT!"

PL: 102,115 - KP: 6/6 - MP: 2/6 (Passive Gain) - WC: 647 - TWC: 1395


The two boys who dropped in on Yangcong were having their moment off to the side. It wasn't something Prim seemed all too worried about as the androgynous kashvar attempted to slash multiple times out at their kidnapper, only to be shoved back in a gesture of power by the mere winds the tuffle hybrid sent at them. Prim was shoved back to the opposite end of the lab, where they collide with more equipment and fall onto their back after tumbling, just short of the furthest wall.

"A-aah..."
Yangcong seemed convinced something would happen to them the moment they pressed a hidden remote. There was a moment of ragged breath that Prim had to take on the floor there, a mixture of confusion and pain from their flared power emerging passed whatever serums Prim had been injected with. It started to become clear the moment the effects were supposed to occur that Prim's resilience to them were not in any way biological... The moment those muscles tried tensing and growing, the fire in Prim's eyes grew and stung harsher. The light tattoos covering their face and running the rest of their exposed skin lighting up like a Christmas tree. Something SUPERNATURAL refused to bend to the science put into this 'Project Oozaru'.

As Prim picked themselves up, shaking in pain and rage, those eyes locked with yangcong again. Small as the Kashvar was, something within them dark and cold refused. Their muscles try growing a few times again, trying to form into this oozaru, but the body remains intact.

"I WON'T BE YOUR TOOL, I WON'T BE ANYONE'S TOOL! IT HURTS, AAAAAAH- MAKE IT STOP!"
Prim held their head in frustration, their mind splitting as they tried to remain conscious through shock. "I'LL... MAKE IT STOP!" The Kashvar lunges at Yangcong again, this time throwing a more horizontal slash at his chest with the might of whipping winds. Sands seems tobe spawning out from around Prim, like whatever magic constituted his power was also throwing around this sandstorm inside.

---

    It was incredible just how much certain people loved to hear themselves talk.

    As Dion once more broke eye contact with the simmering half-Saiyan youth to stare down the cartoon villain-esque persona who continued to pull the strings of this close contact encounter, the young man found himself having to restrain his anger with every word that left that connivingly cruel criminal's mouth. From what he could glean from his maniacal tangent, he had duped Kronos and potentially even Prim into thinking he was actually doing something well worthwhile with these vials of procured violence that now pumped through their very veins. He couldn't help but feel a great amount of pity for the both of them, what with having the wool pulled over their eyes in such a way, but a special kind of pain was reserved for the ever struggling half Saiyan hybrid that stood behind him. Kronos was already going through enough changes as he was, and the last thing he needed was something like this to set him off all over again.

    To allow yet another person close to him suffer in such unimaginable ways- It was something that the brotherly figure couldn't stand to bare. 

    Before Dion could fully offer up a retort to the older looking man in front of him though, the malevolent malefactor apparently had one more thing up his sleeve- literally, as he took from his coat a small, singular button device. Reacting too slowly to the looming threat now being proposed, the battling bartender could barely get his hand up in protest before Yangcong activated his final resort. 

    Both young men began to visibly vibrate from the sudden intake of power coming from deep within. Dion wishing he had brought Amara along to maybe help fix things as Prim, and then Kronos, each began undergoing their own individual transformations. Choosing of course to focus on Kronos, Dion watched as his originally more miniscule form burst into outrageously large, muscular proportions- his eyes widening at the supernatural sight before him.

    It was as though Kronos had become an Oozaru, but, simultaneously, not? His transformation seemed, stunted, practically incomplete considering he hadn't burst out of the facility entirely with the amount of size and power most Oozarus gained when in the midst of one of their mighty rages. With his limited knowledge of cosmic biomechanics, the young man assumed it had to do with his hybrid heritage enabling him to better control the influence of the Oozaru form whilst sacrificing a bit of mass and power- but he could save the greater musings for a later date.

    For now, they all had a job to finish, and Dion was just about to offer up some encouraging quip to the now both superpowered persons of interests when all the sudden, something that Kronos said stopped him in his tracks.

    ... Yankkoon?

    Dion's brow furrowed, trying to decipher the mystery behind the familiarity of such a name.

    Why did it sound so familiar?

    Taking a moment to look upon the man in question once again, it was as though the world around him began to shift into slow motion. His eyes narrowing as every neuron in his brain fired on overdrive, searching, probing, hunting for what exactly was irking him so much about this name of his.

    Only for the search within his mindscape to be broken by one, singular voice echoing the name that he was looking for. His eyes widening as his aura began to slowly unfurl around him in a wild, whirlwind of fiery Ki. 

    Yankkoon, no, that wasn't it...
    
    ... Amara said his name was...

    "... YANGCONG!"

    Amara's voice still echoing through his mind, the only other thing that he could hear clearly amidst his emotionally fueled stupor was the adrenaline that sustained his oncoming assault, the flow of blood pounding through his ears. Dion's aura cascaded in a brilliant plume of blues and silvers as he burst forward at the vainglorious villain, the air current left in his wake having nearly enough force to split the room behind him in two as he aimed a devastatingly precise straight left hand directly into the smug grin plastered on Yangcong's face- aiming to slam his fist directly into Yangcong's jaw and into the facility hallway behind him. The entire building jolting in seeming awe of such a level of strength. 
    
    Panting heavily, Dion turned to look over at Prim and Kronos- eyes now completely encompassed with an azure sheen of Ki as he said to the two of them in an unusually dead even tone, "Gather your things, and whoever else remains in the facility- then go. Get out of here now, before he has a chance to reign you into his clutches again. Make your way back to Namek, Kronos, and make sure your friend here makes it out too."

    Hoping that his stern and potentially final warning for the time being would be heeded, Dion returned his attention to the now smoke-filled corridors of the facility that laid ahead of him. Restarting his heavy-footed saunter from before, his electrifyingly blue gaze staring down the area where Yangcong would presumably be just getting out from.

    "So, you wanna play, Yangcong?"

    The furious fighter's face was terrifyingly devoid of emotion, despite his stern and incandescent tone saying otherwise.

    "... Let's play."

PL: 510,575 - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 (Wrathful Activated, lose all MP on transformation) - WC: 886 - TWC: 2281


Prim's thrown off pretty easily. At least on this attempt, it forced Yangcong to take actual action against them. Whatever was in the suit and powered him was enough to brush off the swirling typhoon. With a simple step out of the way, the pair of them could feel the sand whiff on a swipe. Left exposed, the tuffle had no problem sending them away with even the lightest touch. The kashvar is sent tumbling back much further, straight into a wall this time.

A groan escapes Prim as they are plastered face-first against the wall, creating a nice indent that would leave that section of the lab unstable; Dangerously Unstable, now with a massive oozaru suddenly stomping around in it. Unlike Prim's own body, which seemed to fight against any of the serums put in it, Kronos fell victim to the enlargened state. An artificial blutzwave state, creating what was usually a mindless monster the Saiyans used plenty of times before. Prim only had a few moments to turn and look up at this beast and it's before being forced to a knee. Heaving a sigh as being tossed around was beating the wind out of their sails.

"Don't care about... escape, or what this man's doing here on this planet... He's dying. Then I'll tear up anything he's been working on, burn it all down, and add its ruin to the piles of ash in my wake."
The aggression just under their voice isn't to be understated. Out of their league and clearly not the center of power with this fourth person surging in strength suddenly, the Konatsian still refused to be just 'taken away' from this squabble. Even if they in no way stood a chance against the odds and could get wiped at a moment's notice. Even the large monkey probably couldn't take but a hit or two from the man, if measuring power was anything to go off of.

So, stubborn as they were, prim started stumbling past equipment again. Picking themselves up and eyeing the few guards that seemed to be foolish enough to stick around. They were int he way of Prim and Yangcong, wherever he went, so the Kashvar carved a very deliberate path out of the lab and to this warehouse. There was no point in keeping count, and these fools could not really put up a fight so much as they yelled in pain when the sword started swinging. Unless stopped, Prim would push past these fodder and meet the bad man. Gripping the side of the warehouse's large double side door.

"Don't ignore me!"

---

    For someone who seemingly relied on an outside source of strength to be able to pull what he was currently doing off, Yangcong still appeared to be quite the able-bodied battler- the Saiyan's stygian gaze struggling to follow his movements as he sped his way down the corridor he originally tried to fling him down and directly into a room that preceded it. His body already moving off of pure instinct, Dion was just about to rocket down the path that led straight to him before the actions of both Prim and Kronos made him stop dead in his tracks.

    Gritting his teeth, Dion felt obligated to let loose some more stern words of caution, before his eyes widened suddenly at another spontaneous realization. Looking down at his hands, at the power that now coursed through his very veins, the superpowered Saiyan began to see the former follies that he was allowing himself to fall into once again.

    The last time Dion tried to take the weight of responsibility all on his shoulders still remained on his mind just as freshly as it did the days that it occurred. A continuous domino effect of failure after failure, that ultimately culminated to him having to cut himself off from the outside world until he deemed himself even somewhat rehabilitated enough to be given the opportunity to return. He promised himself to never allow such a thing to happen ever again, and now he was given the chance to show the worth of such words in action.

    Heaving a heavy sigh, Dion looked first at Prim, and then at Kronos- watching as the two made their way toward the double doors that separated them from their quarry with a silent, contemplative look upon his face.

    'I made you a promise, Nero.'  

    Fists clenching, Dion ran after the two youths, grabbing them both by the shoulders in order to reel them in momentarily before they could enter the warehouse proper.

    'And I'm gonna keep it.'

    "HOLD ON! We go in there without a plan, and we might as well be throwing our lives to the wayside," the originally furious fighter commanded, holding the both of them in place as his still simmering glare stared into the doors that held their mutual mark. 

    "I get it, he's hurt the both of you- in more ways than one. He's done the same exact thing to other people that I care about, and I guarantee you I can understand your anger better than anyone else on this planet can at this very moment."

    "But he didn't get this far being an idiot. No, this man is a cold, conniving perpetuator of cruelty, and if we take him as any less than that, we're going to end up falling prey to some unseen step in some sixty-step defensive stratagem."

    Hoping that his words would reach the still seething minds of the two young fighters to either side of him, Dion allowed his grip on them to slacken. His arms eventually coming to rest at his sides once more as he then spoke in a more authoritative tone than before, stating, "I'll act as point, this is non-negotiable. I refuse to allow either one of you to get any more hurt than you already are. But I also understand that you both have more than just a right to bring this guy down, so if you both plan on accompanying me for this final clash, I won't refuse your help."

    "I already know what it's like to try and take the world's weight on your shoulders- I've hurt too many people to ever fall for that self-delusion ever again, so I'll accept your help if you'll lend it to me. But if things get to fever pitch, and I can't ensure everyone's safety, make sure to prioritize yourselves first and foremost."

    Looking at either fighter beside him, waiting for some sign of confirmation from the both of them, Dion would then proceed to do exactly as he said he would- take point.

    Wasting no further time on idle chit chat, Dion swiftly focused all of his overflowing power, proceeding to blitz directly through the awaiting double doors and straight into wherever Yangcong would have been standing in wait for the trio- utilizing the momentum gained to in turn then begin to launch a furious flurry of blows from multiple strange angles and positions. The punches thrown flinging the air around them in wild, uncontrollable currents as the blows themselves were all highlighted by large yet narrow streaks of silver colored Ki.

    Yangcong wasn't getting away.

    Not this time.
    
PL: 510,575 - KP: 1/6 - MP: 3/6 (+1 Passive Gain, +1 Technique Usage) - Boulvardier's Blitzkrieg [Heavy, Exhausting Variant] used for a damage potential total of 306,345 - WC: 803 - TWC: 3084