Impeachment? [Challenge AT/Vocado]

His thoughts were a chaotic muddle as he strained his eyes, dashing a few hundred feet left and right as he tried to get a better vantage point. Straining his eyes, he tried to peer across the vast distance and catch a glimpse of his presumed foes. It took a lot of concentration, but just as he thought the hazy fog beyond him was unfurling into something tangible, a tingle of danger raced down his spine. Reacting on instinct, he tore himself away from his attempts at farsight, reeling one arm back and viciously chopping it into the incoming energy. It exploded violently across his skin, though it hardly even stung. 

He immediately refocused on the threat before him—A Saiyan drifted down in front of him, poised to block any attempts forward. Chomei pursed his lips, brow furrowing. Who the hell was this guy? Only one thing had been certain, and that was that he'd attacked him. Stopped him. Intercepted, maybe? Chomei didnt know... Though, he became reasonably more sure of that assumption the second the Saiyan spoke. His lips crumbled into a quivering grimace, and he felt his rage begin to pour out of him in the form of Dragon Force. "... Are you stupid? What do you want?!" He growled, hopping in place to give the appearance of hovering. Vocados next words seemed purposefully chosen to ignite all of his anxieties all at once. His mind raced to try and put something together—

A friend? That dangerous feeling from before? His interception, and a clear threat... This Saiyan was trying to keep him from the conflict up ahead.

To Chomei, it was looking more and more like some foul, deceitful plot. Carefully timed and planned. Maybe under better circumstances, Chomei would've grappled with his growing paranoia more easily. Maybe he would've approached this with more than a crumb of reason. But his anxieties spiraled, feeding off of the destructive Dragon Force roaring through him. As it stood... Chomei had started to suspect the worst, and those thoughts were amplified by his raging emotions. He'd leaped, suspecting something along the lines of an invasion.

He wouldn't put it above this Saiyan, invading his home. They'd done the same to the tuffles, hadn't they? Maybe he was part of the vanguard—His friends up ahead were preparing for Landfall while he held Chomei off.

Memories of his time training in preparation for a distance Galactic War—An adventure! He'd reminisced, flashed through his mind. He cursed his younger self for his foolishness, for his stupidity. He'd mistakingly abandoned the Tuffles in the hour of need, and now? Now the Saiyans were here. At least, he had riled himself up and become convinced of it. That old fear after he'd first heard that the war was over... That ember in the back of his mind exploded into a ferocious inferno. He ignored Vocado's quips, his body pulsing with energy. He glanced once at the mass of energies far to the east, then settled on the Saiyan. "This isn't going to end the way you think..."

Earth will not end up as another war-ravaged wasteland, another Plant!

And to prevent that... The Dragon had to get past this Saiyan.

"...If you don't get out of my way, right now... I'll kill you,"

The Mysterious Saiyan answered his threat with a revelation. Jackie had already reached his fellow Saiyans. He wasn't very religious, but if there were some divine powers out there, he thanked them silently. "...I want you to leave—You and your 'compatriots'. You are not welcome here," He said, forcing himself to speak through boiling emotions. Shortly after, The Dragon's eyes caught a glint of something almost metallic, scattering across the atmosphere as the Saiyan unleashed their own aura. His grimace deepened—Alright then... Looks like he won't listen.

The Dragon pushed against his neck with one hand, hearing a soft 'crack' as the Saiyan gathered up his strength. His face darkened as Vocado spoke once more. So he was one of the Saiyan Queen's advisors.... To the ears of the paranoid—That was basically a confession. Vocado shot forward, and he made no effort to move. The Saiyans knee crashed against his abs, though, he barely acknowledged it—Instead, he kept his piercing gaze fixed on Vocado's own, nose scrunching in anger as he tried to take hold of his overflowing Dragon Force. In the next instant—Chomei raised his palm to intercept Vocado's twin-handed attack—The force of it throwing him down to the Earth in a blink. Timing it carefully, Chomei kicked the air—A gale of violent winds buffeting the ground just before he struck, slowing him dramatically.

He kept his gaze fixed on the slowly descending Saiyan. He let Vocado get his little quip out—Something about his family or hair. His fists clenched furiously. "You'd better hope I never find yours, I won't be so nice," He growled. With that, the battle to decide the fate of his world began. In his mind, anyways...

Obliterating the ground beneath, Chomei sent a twisting storm of Kicks and Punches, closing the gap between them in a blink. Crouching slightly, he gathered Dragon Force around his clawed palm. Following up on his previous attacks—The Dragon slashed outward, burning energy raging out of him. Assuming Vocado dodged away from him, the energy would morph into crescents of burning energy—Razing the air and flowing through the skies in the direction of the Saiyan.

One blow after another, his fists and palms crashed against Vocado's disks, the two of them locked in a skillful duel of strike, and counter-strike. Something nestled away inside of him acknowledged Vocado's strength and skill, despite his near-blinding rage. His glowing palms faded as one last blow blew them apart—Vocado had formed a 'tower shield' of energy and shoved at him forcefully.

In the next moment, Vocado was launching his energy at him like a bat, and Chomei quickly struck at the construct—The force blowing him back a few dozen feet, but leaving him relatively unharmed. He landed roughly, hands digging into the ground. Straining for the briefest of moments, Chomei sent his heat force cascading through the dirt. The ground beneath him burst with magma and steam and hardened into something like glowing obsidian. Heaving, Chomei ripped a chunk of charred, black earth—A faint red glow roiling off of its surface and lobbed it at Vocado with all his strength.

Vocado's prior words from only a few seconds ago burst back into his mind. His skin darkened into a shadowy shade of red, and he dashed for Vocado with renewed vigor. "Are you delusional?!! And what do you mean by FILTH!!!"

His yelling, amplified by the Dragon Force, would have deafened any poor soul that was a little too close to their brawl. Clenching his fist, throwing it at Vocado like a crimson spear. He'd have rather wrenched out this Saiyan's foul tongue. But he'd have to shatter his pathetic jaw first.

Vocado's 'compliments' fell on deaf ears, the pounding of blood dampening any sound that would have added to his all-consuming rage. Some measure of him recognized and (begrudingly) respected Vocado's strength. This foe was more on the level of Lottus than Ryugan (On the 'spectrum' of strong enemies he'd faced). Which meant he couldn't afford to take this lightly. Their blows echoed for miles—His palms meeting Vocado's strikes and their forearms slamming into one another—Their violent clash of wills cascading out of control.

His eye flickered over to the building ball of energy, a feeling of danger crawling across his skin. But it wasn't coming from the energy, he realized. Turning back to his foe, Chomei realized he'd lept into the air, making up the distance between them in a blink. With hardly a moment to react, the Saiyan's leg descended like an executioner's axe, slamming into the side of his head. His palms crashed into the earth as he caught himself, and he tensed up. With an effort of will—He pushed, blasting himself off the ground with sheer strength, unwilling to let the Saiyan get the upper hand. As soon as he had lifted off of the ground—His body twisted unnaturally, his bulky frame twisting with sudden speed. He lashed out with one leg, attempting to slam it across the man's chest with burning energy roiling off of it.

That damn fuckin' smirk—What was this guy so sure of? Did he think he had the upper hand now? From one lousy hit...

Chomei's jaw worked furiously, left leg bashing against the Saiyan's firm defense. He'd hardly moved, though Chomei had been working more off of speed than his usual 'overwhelming' power. The echo of his blow cascaded through the valley, and he felt his loathing multiply as the man dared to smile at him. A condescending, toothy grin that told Chomei—This guy thinks he's hot shit. He felt Vocados hand grasp the cloth of his legs, letting him take hold. He didnt offer any resistance as the Saiyan flung him miles away, his eyes still trained on the man—Visage clear to his almighty gaze, even when he should've been an indistinguishable blip on the horizon.

He could have righted himself, but he instead took the time to gather up Dragon Force—Closing his eyes and banishing Vocado from sight. His body crashed against the mountain with a resounding roar—Chomei registered a faint sting as he settled on the snowy cliffs overlooking the lower valley. After a few moments, he stood easily—Brushing snow off of his shoulders. With one brisk movement, he tore off his white dress shirt—It'd get obliterated soon anyway by the coiling movements of the Dragon Style. Refocusing on Vocado's energy—His eyes strained. Suddenly, he saw him as clearly as though he were right in front of him. Body now ablaze in a red glow—He crouched, then blasted off of the mountain, the cliff he'd stood on crumbling to dust as he rocketed through the air. Twisting as he flew, Chomei built a winding momentum and appeared before Vocado—His clawed palm poised to slam into the man's stomach.

A feeling emerged through the haze of fury wrapped around Chomei's mind—Satisfaction. He thought he saw something like surprise in the Saiyans face as his palm collided with brittle armor, cracking it through sheer force. But he could've been mistaken—Vocado had blasted away from him with so quickly, he hadn't gotten a very good look. He set down lightly, crouching and bursting forward to chase after the lone Saiyan. But before he'd made it very far—Vocado lunged for him with ferocious speed, having recovered from his shocking blow. Chomei's arms lept to defend himself, but the Saiyan's palm crashed against his face, and the two grappled as they shot through the air.

They crashed into the mountain, the blast echoing for miles, an avalanche breaking free and rolling down on a nearby peak. Chomei's anger returned in full force, and he gripped Vocado's hand in his, trying to wrench the bastard's claws off of him. He failed for a moment, only feeding the flames of his ire. He let a low growl escape his lips, which began to grow in volume and intensity as his power ripped free of his core. With a sudden outburst of almighty strength, Chomei attempted to rise and fling the Saiyan across the sky—Before trying to bash him against the quickly melting snow-riddled stone. A handful of times, over, and over.

"Where's your smile at, Saiyan?" He growled, a corner of his lip curling in amusement. If his prior attack succeeded—He'd let go of the Saiyan's arm and lunge for him, trying to wrap his hands around the man's neck. Squeezing. If not, then he'd let his words echo mockingly across the snowy expanse.