Pain is Powerful

Rhuba's vision slowly returned from the golden haze, his surroundings gradually faded from vision. The aftermath of unleashing his newfound power left him disoriented and struggling to make sense of the world around him, and that is what caused him to collapse at the center of the crater. As the sensations in his body slowly left him, he felt a jostling in his leg, prompting a surge of neurons firing in his brain.

"HOW!?"

His voice, distorted by the recent power surge, carried a desperate and angry tone. The memories of using this overwhelming power to cut down The Grandmaster, his sole parental figure, flashed through his mind. Slowly, his gaze focused on the woman who had kicked him. She had been speaking, but the sounds were among the last things to register as his senses gradually came back online. Fortunately, his kimono lay nearby, and he reached into it to retrieve a journal and pen.

"What are you?" Rhuba scrutinized her, attempting to discern if her origin was alien or not. From his position, he couldn't determine if she possessed a Saiyan tail like him. Despite the disorientation, Rhuba swiftly started sketching her face, capturing the details as he awaited her response.

Standing up, Rhuba finished the quick sketch, his Saiyan tail unfurling behind him. "With some training, you might get stronger, yeah," he squinted at her, pondering whether she had received formal training. His words were actually meant as compliments, as he recognized she had some power, but just not as much as he did. He also had encountered individuals with high base power who never tapped into their full potential, so he assumed this could also be the case. Rhuba patted himself off, and began to put on his kimono adorning imagery from his favorite Hurtless movies; which were bootleg versions of Earth media, Rhuba had no idea about the plagiarism nor that they were bootlegs, and those movies held a special place in his heart. If Kali had ever went to see movies on Hurtless, she might recognize that his Kimono though somewhat torn and patched with mis-matching fabric looked very much like The Swordless Ronin's kimono from the movie The Swordless Ronin.

Rhuba's Wrathful (x5) state has subsided!

Antisense: Off


  WC: 367
TWC: 1,078


PL: 20,000

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Rhuba's face shifted from curiosity to sudden rage as Kali revealed her Saiyan origin. His demeanor took a dark turn, the gentle expression replaced by a brimming anger that seemed to emerge out of nowhere. The Saiyan from Hurtless manifested his ki into his right hand, the air around him now vibrating with ominous energy.

"No," he muttered, his voice now deep and harsh, a stark contrast to his usual tone. With a sudden and fierce movement, Rhuba snapped his fingers, releasing the pent-up energy in the form of a beam aimed directly at Kali's lower leg. The sound of a great clap of lightning could be heard coming from Rhuba's fingers, underpinned within that sound was Rhuba stating his attack's name, "Flash," his voice now resonating with an unsettling intensity. The attack seemed to be an instinctive reaction to her giving him his sudden revelation.

A sudden wave of energy surged around him, and the laughter began. A twisted, maniacal laughter that echoed through the air as Rhuba embraced the surge of power. It was a laughter that carried an unsettling blend of triumph and madness.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!" The aura around him intensified, a dark and foreboding energy encapsulating the once-jovial Saiyan. He was beginning to power up, not through the traditional yelling associated with Saiyan transformations but through a chilling, unnerving laughter. It was a transformation that seemed to center his emotions, allowing him to maintain more of a sense of his sense of self even in the midst of the surge of power.

Rhuba uses Flash for a potential damage of 4,000 (20%)!

Rhuba is powering up to Wrathful (x5) state!

Technique: Flash
Power: 20% of 20,000 = 4,000
KP: 1


Antisense: Off


  WC: 259
TWC: 1,337


PL: 20,000

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 5/6 (-1)
MP: 1/6 (+1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!" The maniacal laughter echoed through the air, reaching its peak and distorting into a twisted symphony. Rhuba's body was enveloped in a chaotic and unbridled aura, a manifestation of the tremendous power he had unleashed. The onslaught of attacks from the female Saiyan seemed inconsequential as they bounced off his ki-reinforced skin and armor. Rhuba, now grappling with controlling himself in this newfound state, gradually ceased his laughter as the last attack glanced off him.

His voice resonated with the strange quality of electrical interference, "Warned ME?" The aura around Rhuba surged as he exploded in ki, his expression contorted as if restraining a torrent of emotion. "THAT WAS YOUR MISTAKE!" Rising to his full height, his eyes seemed to hold a haze of pain and anger. "You ruined my LIFE!" The cryptic statement hung in the air, likely leaving Kali bewildered, the confusion was shared between them.

With a powerful stomp, Rhuba's sandaled foot cracked the already unstable ground, sending vibrations through the terrain. If Kali possessed the ability to sense energy, she would have felt a massive surge of ki gathering in Rhuba's hands. Chaotic currents swirled around his fingers and palms, creating an ominous display of power. A swift step forward, executed with the newfound speed of his enhanced form, closed the distance between them. The movement to someone just half his strength would have seemed almost instantaneous, akin to teleportation. In the same time it would take to take a single step, Rhuba reached Kali, and a thunderous clap reverberated through the air as his hands collided.

"Thunder...clap," Rhuba declared, the growling undertone adding an unsettling quality to the move. The explosive sound accompanied a large beam directed at the female Saiyan's upper shoulder. Controlled rage emanated from Rhuba as he aimed the blast, intending to only temporarily incapacitate rather than maim or kill. His focus remained on the female Saiyan before him, driven by a burning desire to understand the motives behind the Saiyan attacks on Hurtless. Rhuba's plan, if he could control himself, was to restrain Kali and get answers before murdering them for their crimes.

As his aura flickered around him, Rhuba's mind delved into memories of his life as a slave, a guard in The Grandmaster's mines. The twisted sense of honor he felt in protecting the mines, the beatings he endured, and the privileged access to the Grandmaster's library all formed a complex tapestry that shaped his perspective. Rhuba, once a slave himself, now sought answers from a fellow Saiyan who unknowingly represented the tormentors of his past.

Rhuba has entered Wrathful (x5) state! 20,000 PL x 5 = 100,000 PL

Rhuba uses Battle Armor to block the damage of Karma Combo!
Battle Armor: 20% of 100,000 = 20,000 blocked of 6,600 damage

Rhuba uses Thunderclap for a potential damage of 40,000 (40%)!

Technique: Thunderclap
Power: 20% of 100,000 = 40,000
KP: 3
Variant: Overflowing (10% boost when clashing, cannot be fizzled)


Antisense: Off


  WC: 432
TWC: 1,767


Base PL: 20,000
Transformed PL: 100,000

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 2/6 (-3)
MP: 0/6 (-1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Used) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Rhuba reveled in the chaos, his laughter echoing through the darkening sky as the female Saiyan's energy blasts rained down upon him. The satisfaction of absorbing most of the attacks with his reinforced ki fueled his amusement. Amidst the swirling dust, he stood his ground, seemingly unaffected by the onslaught. Although he seemed unscathed, a few of the blasts left a stinging pain, as if he had gotten a few light punches placed on him.

Storm clouds swirled above the pair as Rhuba's relentless laughter persisted, a maniacal symphony against the backdrop of the tempest. The downpour soon to begin. Rhuba's ki swelled again as he readied to confront the female Saiyan, the blast cleansing the air of dust and revealing the charging Saiyan. Rhuba's smirk widened, relishing the opportunity to engage in a more exhilarating battle, the female Saiyan's power up making this a bit more fun for him.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!" His laughter blended with the rising ki, dispersing the last remnants of the concealing dust. Rhuba, empowered by the female Saiyan's newfound strength, closed the distance between them with a swift flash of ki. His perception of time distorted as he failed to see the line of rain coming from clouds above.

Lifting his leg with the fluidity granted by his heightened abilities, Rhuba aimed to intercept the charging Saiyan. However, an unexpected sensation touched his face – raindrops. The revelation that it wasn't just nightfall but an impending storm proved that Rhuba had not paid any attention to his surroundings. Undeterred, Rhuba continued his offensive, attempting to capitalize on the Saiyan's momentum. With precise timing, he aimed to slam his foot into her face, reveling in the fact the storm's torrent would be used as a dramatic backdrop to their confrontation.

Rhuba has entered Wrathful (x5)!

Rhuba takes the 11,000 damage from Arm Blaster!

Rhuba uses a non KP-attack! (No damage)

Antisense: Off


  WC: 296
TWC: 2,063


Base PL: 20,000
Transformed PL: 100,000

HP: 11%/250% (+11%)

KP: 4/6 (+2)
MP: 1/6 (+1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Used) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Rhuba observed as the woman charged at him with newfound strength and improved technique. Despite her increased power, he effortlessly dodged her incoming fists, analyzing her movements. Something clicked in his mind, and he realized that she wasn't fighting like a typical Saiyan. Saiyan moves were usually chaotic but carried an art form, an unrefined dance of controlled chaos. As the realization dawned on him, he watched her movements with a mix of surprise and a glint of familiarity.

"Hm," he muttered, his eyes tracking her every move. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his cheek as her fist made contact. Rhuba's head had moved back just in time to minimize the impact, but the unexpected hit surprised him. "No way," he muttered, his mind now racing with thoughts.

Dramatically backflipping away from her, Rhuba showcased his flair for the dramatic, executing a series of acrobatic moves. Three normal backflips, ending in the last backflip which he would spin in the air 360° before landing with his arms outstretched as if imitating holy imagery. His anger seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a thoughtful expression. Rhuba had figured out something about the woman's fighting style.

"It's impossible..." he murmured, raising both hands in the air. Lightning struck in the distance behind him, adding an extra layer of theatrics to his stance. His hands emitted chaotic ki, resembling a gunslinger ready to draw his pistols. However, instead of pistols, Rhuba's index fingers were pointed directly at the female Saiyan.

Ki swirled around his hands, reaching their maximum potential. As Rhuba counted down in his head, a smile slid across his face, 10... 9... The air crackled with energy as he approached the end of his countdown. In the next moment, he whispered just quiet enough for her to hear over the rain that now drenched them both, "Thunderclap," Lightning struck just behind him, accompanied by the thunderous booming sound, within the flash of the lightning he snapped with both his middle fingers and thumb, the chain reaction fired off two beams—one from each hand—aiming to incapacitate the Saiyan.

Closing the distance to the female Saiyan, Rhuba halted in his tracks in front of the female Saiyan and sighed. "Master Esmerelda, she taught you?" he inquired, looking the woman over. Depending on her answer, Rhuba would decide whether to power down or proceed with his original plan. The tension lingered in the air as he awaited her response, the storm providing an atmospheric backdrop to their confrontation, the downpour drowning out sounds of the whipping winds.

Rhuba is Wrathful (x5)!

Rhuba uses Thunderclap on Kali for a potential 80,000 damage!

Technique: Thunderclap
Type: Medium Offensive
Power: 80%
KP: 3


Antisense: Off


  WC: 426
TWC: 2,489


Base PL: 20,000
Transformed PL: 100,000

HP: 11%/250% (+11%)

KP: 0/6 (-4)
MP: 4/6 (+2)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Used) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Rhuba observed the aftermath with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Seeing Kali laugh on the ground, he couldn't help but join in, finding the absurdity of the situation contagious. His laughter wasn't meant to mock; it was a genuine response to the unexpected turn of events.

As he glanced over at the woman beside him, he realized she wasn't just any opponent. She was a fellow Saiyan whom was raised on Hurtless, and from the sounds of it, she had faced her own share of hardships. This caused him to stop laughing with her, and his expression softened greatly. "So, Saiyans ruined your life too, kinda," he remarked, crouching down beside her. In reality, Saiyans had freed both of these individuals, but for Rhuba he still feels like he should have never known the truth. It had dawned on him that they shared a common history of suffering at the hands of someone they respected. The thought sparked a mixture of empathy and frustration within him.

"Does that planet just fucking kidnap Saiyans?" Rhuba muttered, his anger simmering beneath the surface, Rhuba had already assumed that the planet known for slavery had also enslaved Kali. The injustices they endured seemed to weigh heavily on his mind, especially the fact that he knew Esmerelda. She was a great fighter, but she could be very cruel to him during training. The Grandmaster had hired her to train Rhuba to protect and guard the mines, and she did teach him everything she could within the time they had allotted, surprised she was dead, but it seemed that the power to boost strength like Kali and Rhuba could, wasn't a given for everyone.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Rhuba sighed deeply, allowing his guard to drop. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him. "Fuck," he muttered, falling backward landing on his rear-end, grabbing his knees with his hands, he began grappling with the unfamiliar sensation of remorse. He never imagined he'd feel this way, especially towards a fellow Saiyan from Hurtless.

Turning his attention back to Kali, Rhuba's tone softened as he asked, "Can you walk?" Despite the tension between them moments ago, he now felt a genuine desire to help her. It was a stark departure from his usual indifference towards others, at least those that aren't stronger than him. Rhuba had killed countless random Saiyans while simply sparring with them, most of them were criminals that would have likely tried to scam or kill Rhuba, but he never knew that before he accidentally killed them during their training, nor would he ever feel bad.

"If you can't, I'll carry you to that cave over there," he offered, gesturing towards a nearby shelter from the rain. The cave wasn't much, but it offered some respite from the elements. "You can rest there. Eat some dirt, rub some dirt on the wounds, all the essentials," he added, it might have sounded like he was trying to joke around, unfortunately he was very serious during that statement.

Standing up, Rhuba avoided making eye contact, feeling strangely self-conscious about his sudden change of heart, it was a first for Rhuba, he was embarrassed for what he did, and he actually... felt bad?

Rhuba is no longer Wrathful (x5)!

Antisense: Off


  WC: 539
TWC: 3,028


PL: 20,000

HP: 11%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 2/6 (+2)
MP: 5/6 (+1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Used) | Battle Liner (Unused)