Jul 15, 2024 7:17:20 GMT
Post by Callion on Jul 15, 2024 7:17:20 GMT
Callion
Powerlevel: 11,998
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped
Powerlevel with SWC: 2,999
Quest: LET THERE BE CARNAGE *Hard*
A powerful Changeling appeared in the planet’s atmosphere and is causing chaos on Vegeta for revenge on the PTO! Stop the Changeling from causing further damage!
Rewards: +30% PL gains +30% ƶ gains
Additional Info: Gain +1 alignment if you spared the Changeling OR gain -1 alignment if you killed the Changeling.
In the heart of the Elite District on Planet Vegeta, a Saiyan control tower buzzed with activity. Technicians and warriors alike worked tirelessly, monitoring the vast reaches of space for any signs of incoming threats or opportunities for conquest. Today, however, the atmosphere was tense with an unusual sense of urgency. A seasoned Saiyan technician, with years of experience etched into his stern features, noticed a sudden spike on the scouter display. His eyes widened as he recognized the sheer magnitude of the power level heading straight for Planet Vegeta. The technician swiftly activated the communication link to alert the higher-ups.
"Attention, all units," his voice boomed through the control tower's intercom, "We have detected an extremely high power level approaching our atmosphere. Prepare for immediate action. This is not a drill." The Elite warriors sprang into action, but the technician knew that the incoming threat was heading towards the Lower-Class Regions, an area with fewer defenses. The nearest capable warrior was Callion, a Saiyan known for his exceptional strength and strategic mind, currently stationed in the lower districts.
Without hesitation, the technician tuned his scouter to Callion's frequency. The device beeped for a moment before connecting.
"Callion, this is the Elite Control Tower. We have an urgent situation. A powerful Changeling, potentially more dangerous than any we've encountered, is approaching your sector. We need you to intercept and neutralize this threat immediately. Your orders are to prevent any further damage and protect our people. Do you copy?" In the lower districts of Planet Vegeta, Callion stood amidst a training ground, his muscular form towering over the other warriors who watched him with a mix of awe and respect. His intense training session was interrupted by the beeping of his scouter. He paused, pressing the device to receive the message.
The technician's urgent voice filled his ear, detailing the imminent threat. Callion's eyes narrowed, his expression turning serious as he absorbed the information. A powerful Changeling, here on Vegeta? This was no ordinary mission; this was a call to defend his home.
"I copy," Callion responded, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'm on my way."
With a swift motion, he unfurled his long, girthy tail from around his waist and prepared for battle. His comrades watched as he took off into the sky, a blur of determination and power. The fate of the Lower-Class Regions, and perhaps all of Planet Vegeta, rested on his shoulders. High above the Lower-Class Regions, the sky darkened as the Changeling's ship descended through the atmosphere. The ground trembled with each passing second, the ominous presence of the enemy growing ever closer. The Changeling, a menacing figure with cold, calculating eyes, emerged from the ship, ready to unleash chaos and destruction.
As the Changeling began his rampage, explosions and screams filled the air. Buildings crumbled, and the once bustling streets were thrown into chaos. But amid the destruction, a lone figure soared through the sky, leaving a trail of energy in his wake. Callion arrived; his piercing gaze locked onto the Changeling. Landing with a thunderous impact, he faced the intruder, his aura flaring with power and determination. The time for contemplation was over; now was the time for action.
"Changeling!" Callion's voice rang out, filled with authority and resolve. "You’re a long way from home. You DARE come to Planet Vegeta, and expecting to rule over MY World, MY PEOPLE a Second time!? I will crush you with my own hands!"
The Changeling turned, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Ah, a Saiyan warrior. This should be entertaining. Let's see if you can back up those words." With a roar, Callion charged forward, fists clenched and eyes blazing with determination. The clash of titans began, each blow resonating with the power of their convictions. As the battle raged on, the fate of Planet Vegeta hung in the balance, and Callion's true strength and resolve would be tested like never before.
The Changeling's smirk vanished as Callion's fist collided with his cheek, sending shockwaves through the ground beneath them. The impact was tremendous, but the Changeling recovered swiftly, countering with a tail swipe that Callion narrowly dodged. The two warriors circled each other, their auras crackling with intense energy, the atmosphere heavy with the promise of a brutal showdown. With a burst of speed, Callion launched himself at the Changeling, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks. Each strike was met with a deflection or parry, but the force behind them was undeniable. The Changeling retaliated with an energy blast, but Callion crossed his arms, bracing against the explosion. The ground shattered beneath him, but he remained unfazed.
"You'll have to do better than that," Callion growled, his eyes burning with fierce determination.
The Changeling sneered. "Don't worry, Saiyan. I have plenty more where that came from."
Summoning his energy, the Changeling unleashed a barrage of rapid-fire ki blasts. Callion weaved through them with agility, closing the distance and delivering a devastating knee to the Changeling's midsection. The air left the Changeling's lungs in a rush, but he retaliated with a headbutt that left Callion momentarily dazed. Taking advantage of Callion's brief disorientation, the Changeling drove his elbow into Callion's spine, sending him crashing to the ground. Dust and debris flew into the air as Callion struggled to his feet, his body aching from the blow. The Changeling landed gracefully a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with malevolence.
"Impressive," the Changeling admitted, "but you're still no match for me."
Callion wiped the blood from his mouth, his resolve unwavering. "We'll see about that."
With a roar, Callion powered up, his aura flaring brighter and more intense than before. The ground quaked as his energy surged, and he charged at the Changeling with renewed vigor. The two met in a titanic clash, their fists and feet moving faster than the eye could follow. Each impact echoed like thunder, the force of their blows creating shockwaves that rippled through the landscape.
Callion landed a powerful uppercut, sending the Changeling soaring into the sky. Not wasting a moment, he pursued his opponent, appearing above him in an instant and driving him back to the ground with a double-fisted hammer blow. The Changeling hit the ground with a resounding crash, creating a massive crater. Before the dust could settle, the Changeling burst from the crater, his eyes blazing with rage. He rushed at Callion, catching him off guard with a vicious tail whip that sent him spiraling through the air. Callion crashed into a nearby mountain, the rock face crumbling from the impact. Gritting his teeth, Callion forced himself to stand. His body was bruised and battered, but his spirit remained unbroken. He watched as the Changeling approached, his movements fluid and confident despite the damage he had taken.
"You're tough, Saiyan," the Changeling admitted, his voice dripping with venom. "But toughness alone won't save you."
Callion's eyes narrowed. "I've got more than just toughness."
With a surge of energy, Callion propelled himself forward, his fists glowing with concentrated ki. He and the Changeling collided once more, their blows exchanging with such ferocity that the very air around them seemed to ignite. The landscape around them was torn apart by their battle, mountains crumbling and valleys forming from the sheer force of their strikes. The Changeling managed to land a powerful kick to Callion's side, eliciting a grunt of pain from the Saiyan. But Callion retaliated with a spinning backfist that caught the Changeling across the jaw, sending him reeling. Seizing the opportunity, Callion followed up with a barrage of punches, each one landing with bone-crushing force.
The Changeling snarled, blood dripping from his mouth. He gathered his energy and unleashed a massive energy wave, but Callion met it head-on with his own ki blast. The two beams clashed, creating a blinding explosion that rocked the entire region. Both warriors were thrown back by the force of the blast, but neither showed any signs of backing down. Breathing heavily, Callion stood his ground, his muscles aching and his vision blurred. The Changeling rose to his feet, his body covered in bruises and scorch marks. Despite their injuries, both warriors knew that the battle was far from over. They stared each other down, their eyes locked in a silent promise: only one of them would walk away from this fight.
With a final roar, they charged at each other once more, the ground trembling beneath their feet. The fate of Planet Vegeta, and perhaps the entire Saiyan race, hung in the balance as Callion and the Changeling clashed in a battle of epic proportions, each determined to emerge victorious. The ground quaked as Callion and the Changeling collided once more, the sheer force of their exchange shattering the landscape around them. Callion, despite the weight of his super weighted clothing, pressed his advantage. Each punch, kick, and ki blast he unleashed bore the weight of his determination and the hope of his people. The Changeling, despite his power, found himself being pushed to the ropes.
"Is this all you've got?" Callion growled, delivering a powerful right hook that sent the Changeling staggering back. "I expected more from someone who dared to attack Planet Vegeta."
The Changeling wiped the blood from his lip, his eyes narrowing with rage. "You're a fool if you think you can defeat me alone," he hissed. With a sinister smirk, he raised his hand, signalling to the sky. "I didn't come here alone." Above them, the atmosphere darkened as countless ships descended, each one releasing scores of grunt soldiers. Thousands of them poured out, surrounding Callion in a sea of hostile faces. The Saiyan warrior's eyes darted around, assessing the overwhelming numbers. Despite the odds, his expression remained resolute.
"So, you brought your whole army," Callion muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Good. More training for me."
The grunt soldiers charged, their collective battle cries echoing through the battlefield. Callion braced himself, his muscles tensing beneath his weighted clothing. The first wave of soldiers reached him, but he moved with incredible speed and precision, despite the added weight. His fists and feet became blurs of motion, each strike dropping an enemy in an instant.
Callion unleashed a spinning kick, sending a group of soldiers flying. He followed up with a powerful ki blast that tore through another wave, but more kept coming, surrounding him from all sides. The Changeling watched from a distance, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Let's see how long you can keep this up, Saiyan," he taunted.
Callion gritted his teeth, feeling the strain of his weighted clothing with every movement. Despite the odds, he fought with relentless energy, his attacks becoming more ferocious as the battle wore on. The ground around him became littered with the bodies of defeated soldiers, but still, they kept coming. A group of soldiers lunged at Callion from behind, but he sensed their approach and spun around, delivering a devastating backhand that sent them crashing to the ground. Another wave attacked from above, but Callion leaped into the air, meeting them with a flurry of punches and kicks that left them reeling.
"Is this the best you can do?" Callion shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "I expected more of a challenge!"
The Changeling's grin faltered as he watched Callion tear through his forces. Despite the overwhelming numbers, the Saiyan showed no signs of slowing down. The weight of his clothing was taking its toll, but Callion's spirit remained unbroken. As more soldiers surrounded him, Callion summoned his energy, his aura flaring brighter than ever. With a roar, he unleashed a powerful shockwave, sending the soldiers flying in all directions. The ground trembled from the force of his attack, and for a moment, there was a brief respite from the relentless assault.
The Changeling's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible... How can he still be this strong?"
Callion stood amidst the chaos, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His body ached from the strain of the weighted clothing, but he refused to falter. He locked eyes with the Changeling, his expression filled with determination.
"You're going to regret bringing your army here," Callion declared, his voice steady. "Because now, I'm going to show you what a true Saiyan warrior is capable of."
The Changeling snarled, his confidence wavering. He watched as Callion powered up, his aura growing even more intense. The Saiyan warrior's energy seemed boundless, and despite the overwhelming odds, he continued to fight with unmatched ferocity. Callion charged forward once more, his fists and feet moving with blinding speed. He tore through the remaining soldiers, each strike landing with precision and power. The Changeling, now realizing the true extent of Callion's strength, began to retreat, his confidence shattered.
"You think you can run?" Callion shouted; his voice filled with righteous fury. "I'm not done with you yet!"
With a final surge of energy, Callion broke through the last of the soldiers, his eyes locked onto the Changeling. The battlefield lay in ruins around him, the bodies of countless soldiers scattered across the ground. Despite the exhaustion creeping into his limbs, Callion stood tall, ready to face the Changeling in the final showdown.
The battlefield lay in ruins, the air thick with the scent of smoke and the echoes of past clashes. Callion, standing tall amidst the wreckage, locked eyes with the retreating Changeling. Determined to finish the fight, he summoned his energy, his aura flaring brilliantly. Just as he was about to launch his attack, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his back. Callion gasped, stumbling forward as a searing energy beam pierced his side. He turned his head, eyes wide with shock and disbelief, to see a familiar face—a fellow Saiyan, one he had fought alongside in the past. The traitor smirked, lowering his smoking hand.
"You..." Callion managed to gasp, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Why?"
The traitorous Saiyan laughed, his voice dripping with malice. "Power, Callion. The Changeling promised me power beyond imagination. And all I had to do was take you out."
Before Callion could respond, the Changeling's voice cut through the air, cold and mocking. "You really thought I'd share power with a lowly Saiyan? Pathetic." In a swift, merciless motion, the Changeling fired a blast that tore through the traitorous Saiyan, disintegrating him instantly. The Changeling's cruel laughter echoed across the battlefield as he turned his attention back to Callion.
"Weak, injured, and betrayed by your own kind," the Changeling sneered, walking slowly toward Callion. "How fitting." Callion, weakened and heavily injured, struggled to stand. His vision blurred, and his body screamed in pain, but his resolve remained unbroken. The Changeling wasted no time, launching a brutal assault. His punches and kicks landed with bone-crushing force, each blow driving Callion further into the ground.
"You were a fool to think you could defeat me," the Changeling taunted, his voice filled with contempt. He grabbed Callion by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. "Now, you will die knowing that you failed to protect your home."
With a sadistic grin, the Changeling slammed Callion into the ground, creating a massive crater. Callion coughed up blood, his body battered and broken. The Changeling's relentless onslaught continued, his strikes fuelled by years of hatred and a desire for revenge. Callion tried to fight back, but his movements were sluggish and weak. The weight of his injuries and the betrayal had taken their toll. The Changeling's laughter grew louder as he pummelled Callion, savouring each moment of his enemy's suffering.
"You Saiyans are all the same," the Changeling spat, driving his knee into Callion's stomach. "Arrogant, foolish, and ultimately weak."
Callion's vision began to fade, darkness creeping in at the edges. He could barely hear the Changeling's taunts, his mind clouded with pain and exhaustion. But even in his weakened state, a spark of defiance remained. He refused to give up, refused to let the Changeling win. Summoning the last of his strength, Callion grabbed the Changeling's wrist, his grip weak but determined. "This... isn't over," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.
The Changeling's eyes narrowed, his expression turning from amusement to irritation. "Stubborn to the end, I see. No matter. You'll be dead soon enough." With a final, devastating blow, the Changeling sent Callion flying across the battlefield. He crashed into the ground, his body limp and broken. The Changeling watched, a satisfied smirk on his face, as Callion lay motionless in the dirt.
As the Changeling turned away, convinced of his victory, Callion's mind raced. He could not let it end like this. The faces of his fellow Saiyans, his family, and the future of Planet Vegeta flashed before his eyes. He could not let them down. With sheer willpower, he began to move, his body protesting with every inch. Slowly, painfully, Callion forced himself to stand, his legs trembling under the strain. His vision cleared just enough to see the Changeling's back, his aura still flickering weakly around him. Despite the overwhelming odds, Callion's spirit burned with an unyielding fire.
The final showdown was far from over.
Callion's body screamed in protest with every movement, but his willpower was unshakable. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his eyes burning with a renewed intensity. The Changeling, sensing the shift in the battle, turned around, his smirk faltering as he saw the defiant Saiyan standing once more.
"What... How are you still standing?" the Changeling spat, a mixture of anger and fear creeping into his voice.
Callion wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze locked onto the Changeling. "You underestimate the resolve of a Saiyan warrior," he growled, his aura flaring with a fierce brilliance. The weight of his injuries seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unyielding fire that burned within him. Fuelled by the pain and the determination to protect his home, Callion launched himself at the Changeling with a speed and ferocity that took his opponent by surprise. His first punch landed squarely on the Changeling's jaw, sending him stumbling back. Callion did not relent, following up with a series of powerful blows that rocked the Changeling to his core.
"You're finished!"
Callion roared, his fists moving like lightning. Each strike carried the weight of his resolve, driving the Changeling back with every hit. The Changeling tried to defend himself, but Callion's relentless assault left him no room to counterattack.
Desperation crept into the Changeling's eyes as Callion's onslaught continued. He managed to fire a ki blast at point-blank range, but Callion deflected it with ease, his determination unwavering. With a fierce uppercut, Callion sent the Changeling soaring into the air. Before the Changeling could recover, Callion appeared above him, delivering a devastating double-fisted slam that sent him crashing back to the ground. The impact created a massive crater, and the Changeling lay at the bottom, gasping for breath, his body battered and broken.
Callion descended slowly, his aura crackling with power. He landed beside the fallen Changeling, his eyes cold and merciless. The once arrogant and confident Changeling now lay at his mercy, a mere shadow of the threat he had once posed.
"You... you can't do this..." the Changeling wheezed; his voice filled with fear. "I... I was just following orders... Spare me... Please..."
Callion stood over the Changeling, his expression hard. The pleas for mercy echoed in his ears, a stark contrast to the vicious taunts and cruelty the Changeling had displayed moments before. His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. Callion's mind raced. The Changeling, who had brought destruction and chaos to his home, now lay begging for his life. The fate of this enemy was in his hands, and the next move would define his legacy.
The battlefield fell silent, the intensity of the moment palpable. Callion's aura flickered around him, a testament to his inner turmoil. He looked down at the Changeling, his expression unreadable. "Tell me," Callion said, his voice low and dangerous. "Why should I spare you after everything you've done?"
The Changeling's eyes widened with terror, his body trembling. "I... I can give you information... Secrets about the PTO... Anything you want... Just... spare me..." Callion's gaze remained fixed on the Changeling, weighing the options before him. The decision to spare or end this enemy's life would not be taken lightly. It was a moment that would echo through his soul, defining not just this battle, but the warrior he chose to be.
The final decision loomed, and the future of Planet Vegeta rested in the balance.
The battlefield was silent, the air heavy with tension. Callion stood over the fallen Changeling, his fists clenched and his aura crackling with barely restrained energy. The Changeling, once so confident and cruel, now lay broken and begging for his life. Callion's eyes bore into his enemy, cold and unforgiving.
"Please... spare me..." the Changeling whimpered; his voice filled with desperation.
Callion's expression hardened; his mind made up. The memories of his fallen comrades, the destruction wrought upon Planet Vegeta, and the betrayal he had endured fueled his resolve. A true Saiyan would not show mercy to an enemy who had caused so much pain and suffering. "You brought this upon yourself," Callion growled, his voice low and filled with righteous fury. "You showed no mercy to my people, and you will receive none in return."
With a final surge of energy, Callion raised his hand, gathering a massive ki blast. The Changeling's eyes widened in terror, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. Callion's aura flared brilliantly as he channelled all his remaining strength into the attack.
"This is for Planet Vegeta," Callion declared, his voice echoing with the power of his conviction. "And for all the lives you've destroyed."
He unleashed the ki blast, the energy beam engulfing the Changeling in a blinding light. The ground trembled and the air crackled with the force of the explosion. When the light finally faded, there was nothing left of the Changeling but a smouldering crater. Callion stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his body battered and bruised, but his spirit unbroken. The weight of his decision settled over him, but he knew it was the right choice. The Changeling had paid for his crimes, and Planet Vegeta was safe—for now.
Breathing heavily, Callion surveyed the destruction around him. The bodies of the fallen, both friend and foe, lay scattered across the ground. The cost of the battle was high, but the Saiyan spirit remained unyielding.
As the dust settled, Callion's scouter crackled to life. "Callion, do you copy?" a voice called out, filled with urgency.
"I copy," Callion replied, his voice steady despite the exhaustion that gripped him.
"Status report. Is the threat neutralized?"
Callion glanced at the smouldering crater where the Changeling had been. "The threat is neutralized," he confirmed. "The Changeling is dead."
There was a moment of silence on the other end before the voice spoke again. "Understood. Reinforcements are on their way to secure the area. Return to base for debriefing and medical attention."
Callion nodded, even though the other person could not see him. "Understood. Callion out."
He turned his gaze to the horizon, the sun beginning to rise, casting a golden light over the devastated landscape. Despite the destruction, there was a sense of hope. The Saiyan spirit, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by the trials of war, remained unbroken. With one last look at the battlefield, Callion took a deep breath and began his journey back to base. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but he also knew that as long as there were Saiyans like him, willing to fight and protect their home, Planet Vegeta would endure.
In the heart of the Elite District on Planet Vegeta, within the advanced medical facility reserved for Saiyan elites, Callion lay unconscious in a healing pod. The soft hum of machinery filled the room as the pod worked tirelessly to mend his battered body. Tubes and monitors surrounded him, monitoring his vital signs and administering healing fluids.
Outside the healing chamber, a group of Saiyan doctors conferred in hushed tones. They stood with a mixture of awe and concern, discussing the events that had transpired on the battlefield where Callion had faced off against the Changeling. "I can't believe he took down that Changeling on his own," remarked one doctor, shaking his head in disbelief. "Even after being betrayed and nearly beaten to death."
"He's a true warrior," another replied solemnly. "Not just physically, but mentally. To endure what he did and still come out fighting... It's impressive." The conversation turned to the traitorous Saiyan who had attacked Callion from behind, only to meet swift justice at the hands of the Changeling himself. The doctors exchanged grim expressions as they recalled the news spreading through the Elite District.
"And King Braccus," one of the doctors murmured, glancing toward the closed door where Callion lay healing. "I heard he was furious when he learned what happened. Attacking one of his students... It's unheard of."
"He'll make sure justice is served," another doctor affirmed. "No one undermines the honor of the Elite Class and gets away with it."
Inside the healing pod, Callion remained unconscious, his brow furrowed slightly as if still caught in the remnants of battle. The healing pod continued its work, repairing broken bones, closing wounds, and revitalizing his strength. As the doctors continued their discussion, the door to the medical chamber slid open, and a figure entered quietly. It was King Braccus himself, his presence commanding respect and authority. His eyes rested on Callion in the healing pod, his expression a mixture of concern and pride.
"Status?" King Braccus asked, his voice low yet carrying an unmistakable weight.
"He's stable," one of the doctors replied immediately, stepping forward to address the king. "The healing pod is doing its job, but he took a severe beating. It will take time."
King Braccus nodded, his gaze lingering on Callion. "He fought bravely," he remarked quietly. "To face such odds and emerge victorious... It speaks volumes of his character."
The doctors exchanged a knowing look, silently acknowledging the truth in King Braccus's words. They had witnessed firsthand the courage and resilience of their fellow Saiyan. "I want to be informed of any changes," King Braccus stated firmly. "And keep me updated on his recovery progress." With a final nod to the doctors, King Braccus turned and left the medical facility, his thoughts undoubtedly dwelling on the future of his student and the challenges that lay ahead for Planet Vegeta.
In the quiet of the medical chamber, the hum of the healing pod continued, enveloping Callion in its gentle embrace as he embarked on the slow but steady road to recovery. The gentle hum of the healing pod ceased, signaling the completion of its work. The liquid surrounding Callion drained away, revealing his form slowly emerging from the pod. He gasped for breath, his muscles stiff and sore from the prolonged healing process. With assistance from Saiyan doctors, Callion steadied himself, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the medical chamber.
"Easy now," one of the doctors said reassuringly, offering a supportive hand. "Take it slow."
Callion nodded gratefully, his gaze flickering to the Saiyan clothing laid out neatly nearby. His battle-worn armor had been repaired and polished, a testament to the care and efficiency of the medical staff. He dressed swiftly, the familiar weight of his Super Weighted Gear settling comfortably around him.
"Thank you," Callion murmured, his voice rough from disuse. "What happened... while I was under? I thought it heard some things… But not a lot while I was completely out of it."
The doctors exchanged a glance, knowing the weight of their words. "Do you recall the traitor who attacked you," one began solemnly, "he was swiftly dealt with by the Changeling himself. It seems the enemy had no patience for betrayal."
Callion nodded, his expression hardening with resolve. He remembered the betrayal vividly, the sting of it still fresh in his mind.
"And the Changeling..." he prompted, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.
"He's dead," another doctor confirmed quietly. "You took him down, Callion. Single-handedly."
A sense of pride swelled within Callion, tempered by the knowledge of the sacrifices made and the lives lost in the process. He had faced the ultimate test and emerged victorious, but the cost had been high.
"And King Braccus... I swore, while I was under, I heard someone mention the King’s name…" Callion hesitated, his thoughts turning to his mentor and leader.
"You heard correctly.” The doctor said with a nod, indicating to Callion that he was right in his assumption. “He was furious," the doctor admitted, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But also proud. You've earned his respect, Callion." The words hung in the air, a testament to Callion's courage and strength in the face of adversity. He stood tall, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead for Planet Vegeta and its people.
"Thank you," Callion said again, his voice filled with quiet determination. "If the King is happy, then I have, at least, made sure this victory counted for our Race." With a final nod to the doctors, Callion left the medical chamber, his steps purposeful and resolute. The weight of his responsibilities as a Saiyan warrior rested heavily on his shoulders, but he carried them with the pride of one who had proven himself in battle.
As he walked through the corridors of the Elite District, the sun rising over the horizon, Callion's mind was clear. The scars of battle marked his body, but they also spoke of his strength and resilience. He would continue to fight for the honour and glory of his people, forging a legacy worthy of the Saiyan name.
The future of Planet Vegeta awaited, and Callion was ready to face it head-on.
MISSION COMPLETE!
Word Count: 5,001
Powerlevel: 11,998
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped
Powerlevel with SWC: 2,999
Quest: LET THERE BE CARNAGE *Hard*
A powerful Changeling appeared in the planet’s atmosphere and is causing chaos on Vegeta for revenge on the PTO! Stop the Changeling from causing further damage!
Rewards: +30% PL gains +30% ƶ gains
Additional Info: Gain +1 alignment if you spared the Changeling OR gain -1 alignment if you killed the Changeling.
In the heart of the Elite District on Planet Vegeta, a Saiyan control tower buzzed with activity. Technicians and warriors alike worked tirelessly, monitoring the vast reaches of space for any signs of incoming threats or opportunities for conquest. Today, however, the atmosphere was tense with an unusual sense of urgency. A seasoned Saiyan technician, with years of experience etched into his stern features, noticed a sudden spike on the scouter display. His eyes widened as he recognized the sheer magnitude of the power level heading straight for Planet Vegeta. The technician swiftly activated the communication link to alert the higher-ups.
"Attention, all units," his voice boomed through the control tower's intercom, "We have detected an extremely high power level approaching our atmosphere. Prepare for immediate action. This is not a drill." The Elite warriors sprang into action, but the technician knew that the incoming threat was heading towards the Lower-Class Regions, an area with fewer defenses. The nearest capable warrior was Callion, a Saiyan known for his exceptional strength and strategic mind, currently stationed in the lower districts.
Without hesitation, the technician tuned his scouter to Callion's frequency. The device beeped for a moment before connecting.
"Callion, this is the Elite Control Tower. We have an urgent situation. A powerful Changeling, potentially more dangerous than any we've encountered, is approaching your sector. We need you to intercept and neutralize this threat immediately. Your orders are to prevent any further damage and protect our people. Do you copy?" In the lower districts of Planet Vegeta, Callion stood amidst a training ground, his muscular form towering over the other warriors who watched him with a mix of awe and respect. His intense training session was interrupted by the beeping of his scouter. He paused, pressing the device to receive the message.
The technician's urgent voice filled his ear, detailing the imminent threat. Callion's eyes narrowed, his expression turning serious as he absorbed the information. A powerful Changeling, here on Vegeta? This was no ordinary mission; this was a call to defend his home.
"I copy," Callion responded, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'm on my way."
With a swift motion, he unfurled his long, girthy tail from around his waist and prepared for battle. His comrades watched as he took off into the sky, a blur of determination and power. The fate of the Lower-Class Regions, and perhaps all of Planet Vegeta, rested on his shoulders. High above the Lower-Class Regions, the sky darkened as the Changeling's ship descended through the atmosphere. The ground trembled with each passing second, the ominous presence of the enemy growing ever closer. The Changeling, a menacing figure with cold, calculating eyes, emerged from the ship, ready to unleash chaos and destruction.
As the Changeling began his rampage, explosions and screams filled the air. Buildings crumbled, and the once bustling streets were thrown into chaos. But amid the destruction, a lone figure soared through the sky, leaving a trail of energy in his wake. Callion arrived; his piercing gaze locked onto the Changeling. Landing with a thunderous impact, he faced the intruder, his aura flaring with power and determination. The time for contemplation was over; now was the time for action.
"Changeling!" Callion's voice rang out, filled with authority and resolve. "You’re a long way from home. You DARE come to Planet Vegeta, and expecting to rule over MY World, MY PEOPLE a Second time!? I will crush you with my own hands!"
The Changeling turned, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Ah, a Saiyan warrior. This should be entertaining. Let's see if you can back up those words." With a roar, Callion charged forward, fists clenched and eyes blazing with determination. The clash of titans began, each blow resonating with the power of their convictions. As the battle raged on, the fate of Planet Vegeta hung in the balance, and Callion's true strength and resolve would be tested like never before.
The Changeling's smirk vanished as Callion's fist collided with his cheek, sending shockwaves through the ground beneath them. The impact was tremendous, but the Changeling recovered swiftly, countering with a tail swipe that Callion narrowly dodged. The two warriors circled each other, their auras crackling with intense energy, the atmosphere heavy with the promise of a brutal showdown. With a burst of speed, Callion launched himself at the Changeling, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks. Each strike was met with a deflection or parry, but the force behind them was undeniable. The Changeling retaliated with an energy blast, but Callion crossed his arms, bracing against the explosion. The ground shattered beneath him, but he remained unfazed.
"You'll have to do better than that," Callion growled, his eyes burning with fierce determination.
The Changeling sneered. "Don't worry, Saiyan. I have plenty more where that came from."
Summoning his energy, the Changeling unleashed a barrage of rapid-fire ki blasts. Callion weaved through them with agility, closing the distance and delivering a devastating knee to the Changeling's midsection. The air left the Changeling's lungs in a rush, but he retaliated with a headbutt that left Callion momentarily dazed. Taking advantage of Callion's brief disorientation, the Changeling drove his elbow into Callion's spine, sending him crashing to the ground. Dust and debris flew into the air as Callion struggled to his feet, his body aching from the blow. The Changeling landed gracefully a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with malevolence.
"Impressive," the Changeling admitted, "but you're still no match for me."
Callion wiped the blood from his mouth, his resolve unwavering. "We'll see about that."
With a roar, Callion powered up, his aura flaring brighter and more intense than before. The ground quaked as his energy surged, and he charged at the Changeling with renewed vigor. The two met in a titanic clash, their fists and feet moving faster than the eye could follow. Each impact echoed like thunder, the force of their blows creating shockwaves that rippled through the landscape.
Callion landed a powerful uppercut, sending the Changeling soaring into the sky. Not wasting a moment, he pursued his opponent, appearing above him in an instant and driving him back to the ground with a double-fisted hammer blow. The Changeling hit the ground with a resounding crash, creating a massive crater. Before the dust could settle, the Changeling burst from the crater, his eyes blazing with rage. He rushed at Callion, catching him off guard with a vicious tail whip that sent him spiraling through the air. Callion crashed into a nearby mountain, the rock face crumbling from the impact. Gritting his teeth, Callion forced himself to stand. His body was bruised and battered, but his spirit remained unbroken. He watched as the Changeling approached, his movements fluid and confident despite the damage he had taken.
"You're tough, Saiyan," the Changeling admitted, his voice dripping with venom. "But toughness alone won't save you."
Callion's eyes narrowed. "I've got more than just toughness."
With a surge of energy, Callion propelled himself forward, his fists glowing with concentrated ki. He and the Changeling collided once more, their blows exchanging with such ferocity that the very air around them seemed to ignite. The landscape around them was torn apart by their battle, mountains crumbling and valleys forming from the sheer force of their strikes. The Changeling managed to land a powerful kick to Callion's side, eliciting a grunt of pain from the Saiyan. But Callion retaliated with a spinning backfist that caught the Changeling across the jaw, sending him reeling. Seizing the opportunity, Callion followed up with a barrage of punches, each one landing with bone-crushing force.
The Changeling snarled, blood dripping from his mouth. He gathered his energy and unleashed a massive energy wave, but Callion met it head-on with his own ki blast. The two beams clashed, creating a blinding explosion that rocked the entire region. Both warriors were thrown back by the force of the blast, but neither showed any signs of backing down. Breathing heavily, Callion stood his ground, his muscles aching and his vision blurred. The Changeling rose to his feet, his body covered in bruises and scorch marks. Despite their injuries, both warriors knew that the battle was far from over. They stared each other down, their eyes locked in a silent promise: only one of them would walk away from this fight.
With a final roar, they charged at each other once more, the ground trembling beneath their feet. The fate of Planet Vegeta, and perhaps the entire Saiyan race, hung in the balance as Callion and the Changeling clashed in a battle of epic proportions, each determined to emerge victorious. The ground quaked as Callion and the Changeling collided once more, the sheer force of their exchange shattering the landscape around them. Callion, despite the weight of his super weighted clothing, pressed his advantage. Each punch, kick, and ki blast he unleashed bore the weight of his determination and the hope of his people. The Changeling, despite his power, found himself being pushed to the ropes.
"Is this all you've got?" Callion growled, delivering a powerful right hook that sent the Changeling staggering back. "I expected more from someone who dared to attack Planet Vegeta."
The Changeling wiped the blood from his lip, his eyes narrowing with rage. "You're a fool if you think you can defeat me alone," he hissed. With a sinister smirk, he raised his hand, signalling to the sky. "I didn't come here alone." Above them, the atmosphere darkened as countless ships descended, each one releasing scores of grunt soldiers. Thousands of them poured out, surrounding Callion in a sea of hostile faces. The Saiyan warrior's eyes darted around, assessing the overwhelming numbers. Despite the odds, his expression remained resolute.
"So, you brought your whole army," Callion muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Good. More training for me."
The grunt soldiers charged, their collective battle cries echoing through the battlefield. Callion braced himself, his muscles tensing beneath his weighted clothing. The first wave of soldiers reached him, but he moved with incredible speed and precision, despite the added weight. His fists and feet became blurs of motion, each strike dropping an enemy in an instant.
Callion unleashed a spinning kick, sending a group of soldiers flying. He followed up with a powerful ki blast that tore through another wave, but more kept coming, surrounding him from all sides. The Changeling watched from a distance, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Let's see how long you can keep this up, Saiyan," he taunted.
Callion gritted his teeth, feeling the strain of his weighted clothing with every movement. Despite the odds, he fought with relentless energy, his attacks becoming more ferocious as the battle wore on. The ground around him became littered with the bodies of defeated soldiers, but still, they kept coming. A group of soldiers lunged at Callion from behind, but he sensed their approach and spun around, delivering a devastating backhand that sent them crashing to the ground. Another wave attacked from above, but Callion leaped into the air, meeting them with a flurry of punches and kicks that left them reeling.
"Is this the best you can do?" Callion shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "I expected more of a challenge!"
The Changeling's grin faltered as he watched Callion tear through his forces. Despite the overwhelming numbers, the Saiyan showed no signs of slowing down. The weight of his clothing was taking its toll, but Callion's spirit remained unbroken. As more soldiers surrounded him, Callion summoned his energy, his aura flaring brighter than ever. With a roar, he unleashed a powerful shockwave, sending the soldiers flying in all directions. The ground trembled from the force of his attack, and for a moment, there was a brief respite from the relentless assault.
The Changeling's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible... How can he still be this strong?"
Callion stood amidst the chaos, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His body ached from the strain of the weighted clothing, but he refused to falter. He locked eyes with the Changeling, his expression filled with determination.
"You're going to regret bringing your army here," Callion declared, his voice steady. "Because now, I'm going to show you what a true Saiyan warrior is capable of."
The Changeling snarled, his confidence wavering. He watched as Callion powered up, his aura growing even more intense. The Saiyan warrior's energy seemed boundless, and despite the overwhelming odds, he continued to fight with unmatched ferocity. Callion charged forward once more, his fists and feet moving with blinding speed. He tore through the remaining soldiers, each strike landing with precision and power. The Changeling, now realizing the true extent of Callion's strength, began to retreat, his confidence shattered.
"You think you can run?" Callion shouted; his voice filled with righteous fury. "I'm not done with you yet!"
With a final surge of energy, Callion broke through the last of the soldiers, his eyes locked onto the Changeling. The battlefield lay in ruins around him, the bodies of countless soldiers scattered across the ground. Despite the exhaustion creeping into his limbs, Callion stood tall, ready to face the Changeling in the final showdown.
The battlefield lay in ruins, the air thick with the scent of smoke and the echoes of past clashes. Callion, standing tall amidst the wreckage, locked eyes with the retreating Changeling. Determined to finish the fight, he summoned his energy, his aura flaring brilliantly. Just as he was about to launch his attack, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his back. Callion gasped, stumbling forward as a searing energy beam pierced his side. He turned his head, eyes wide with shock and disbelief, to see a familiar face—a fellow Saiyan, one he had fought alongside in the past. The traitor smirked, lowering his smoking hand.
"You..." Callion managed to gasp, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Why?"
The traitorous Saiyan laughed, his voice dripping with malice. "Power, Callion. The Changeling promised me power beyond imagination. And all I had to do was take you out."
Before Callion could respond, the Changeling's voice cut through the air, cold and mocking. "You really thought I'd share power with a lowly Saiyan? Pathetic." In a swift, merciless motion, the Changeling fired a blast that tore through the traitorous Saiyan, disintegrating him instantly. The Changeling's cruel laughter echoed across the battlefield as he turned his attention back to Callion.
"Weak, injured, and betrayed by your own kind," the Changeling sneered, walking slowly toward Callion. "How fitting." Callion, weakened and heavily injured, struggled to stand. His vision blurred, and his body screamed in pain, but his resolve remained unbroken. The Changeling wasted no time, launching a brutal assault. His punches and kicks landed with bone-crushing force, each blow driving Callion further into the ground.
"You were a fool to think you could defeat me," the Changeling taunted, his voice filled with contempt. He grabbed Callion by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. "Now, you will die knowing that you failed to protect your home."
With a sadistic grin, the Changeling slammed Callion into the ground, creating a massive crater. Callion coughed up blood, his body battered and broken. The Changeling's relentless onslaught continued, his strikes fuelled by years of hatred and a desire for revenge. Callion tried to fight back, but his movements were sluggish and weak. The weight of his injuries and the betrayal had taken their toll. The Changeling's laughter grew louder as he pummelled Callion, savouring each moment of his enemy's suffering.
"You Saiyans are all the same," the Changeling spat, driving his knee into Callion's stomach. "Arrogant, foolish, and ultimately weak."
Callion's vision began to fade, darkness creeping in at the edges. He could barely hear the Changeling's taunts, his mind clouded with pain and exhaustion. But even in his weakened state, a spark of defiance remained. He refused to give up, refused to let the Changeling win. Summoning the last of his strength, Callion grabbed the Changeling's wrist, his grip weak but determined. "This... isn't over," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.
The Changeling's eyes narrowed, his expression turning from amusement to irritation. "Stubborn to the end, I see. No matter. You'll be dead soon enough." With a final, devastating blow, the Changeling sent Callion flying across the battlefield. He crashed into the ground, his body limp and broken. The Changeling watched, a satisfied smirk on his face, as Callion lay motionless in the dirt.
As the Changeling turned away, convinced of his victory, Callion's mind raced. He could not let it end like this. The faces of his fellow Saiyans, his family, and the future of Planet Vegeta flashed before his eyes. He could not let them down. With sheer willpower, he began to move, his body protesting with every inch. Slowly, painfully, Callion forced himself to stand, his legs trembling under the strain. His vision cleared just enough to see the Changeling's back, his aura still flickering weakly around him. Despite the overwhelming odds, Callion's spirit burned with an unyielding fire.
The final showdown was far from over.
Callion's body screamed in protest with every movement, but his willpower was unshakable. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his eyes burning with a renewed intensity. The Changeling, sensing the shift in the battle, turned around, his smirk faltering as he saw the defiant Saiyan standing once more.
"What... How are you still standing?" the Changeling spat, a mixture of anger and fear creeping into his voice.
Callion wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze locked onto the Changeling. "You underestimate the resolve of a Saiyan warrior," he growled, his aura flaring with a fierce brilliance. The weight of his injuries seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unyielding fire that burned within him. Fuelled by the pain and the determination to protect his home, Callion launched himself at the Changeling with a speed and ferocity that took his opponent by surprise. His first punch landed squarely on the Changeling's jaw, sending him stumbling back. Callion did not relent, following up with a series of powerful blows that rocked the Changeling to his core.
"You're finished!"
Callion roared, his fists moving like lightning. Each strike carried the weight of his resolve, driving the Changeling back with every hit. The Changeling tried to defend himself, but Callion's relentless assault left him no room to counterattack.
Desperation crept into the Changeling's eyes as Callion's onslaught continued. He managed to fire a ki blast at point-blank range, but Callion deflected it with ease, his determination unwavering. With a fierce uppercut, Callion sent the Changeling soaring into the air. Before the Changeling could recover, Callion appeared above him, delivering a devastating double-fisted slam that sent him crashing back to the ground. The impact created a massive crater, and the Changeling lay at the bottom, gasping for breath, his body battered and broken.
Callion descended slowly, his aura crackling with power. He landed beside the fallen Changeling, his eyes cold and merciless. The once arrogant and confident Changeling now lay at his mercy, a mere shadow of the threat he had once posed.
"You... you can't do this..." the Changeling wheezed; his voice filled with fear. "I... I was just following orders... Spare me... Please..."
Callion stood over the Changeling, his expression hard. The pleas for mercy echoed in his ears, a stark contrast to the vicious taunts and cruelty the Changeling had displayed moments before. His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. Callion's mind raced. The Changeling, who had brought destruction and chaos to his home, now lay begging for his life. The fate of this enemy was in his hands, and the next move would define his legacy.
The battlefield fell silent, the intensity of the moment palpable. Callion's aura flickered around him, a testament to his inner turmoil. He looked down at the Changeling, his expression unreadable. "Tell me," Callion said, his voice low and dangerous. "Why should I spare you after everything you've done?"
The Changeling's eyes widened with terror, his body trembling. "I... I can give you information... Secrets about the PTO... Anything you want... Just... spare me..." Callion's gaze remained fixed on the Changeling, weighing the options before him. The decision to spare or end this enemy's life would not be taken lightly. It was a moment that would echo through his soul, defining not just this battle, but the warrior he chose to be.
The final decision loomed, and the future of Planet Vegeta rested in the balance.
The battlefield was silent, the air heavy with tension. Callion stood over the fallen Changeling, his fists clenched and his aura crackling with barely restrained energy. The Changeling, once so confident and cruel, now lay broken and begging for his life. Callion's eyes bore into his enemy, cold and unforgiving.
"Please... spare me..." the Changeling whimpered; his voice filled with desperation.
Callion's expression hardened; his mind made up. The memories of his fallen comrades, the destruction wrought upon Planet Vegeta, and the betrayal he had endured fueled his resolve. A true Saiyan would not show mercy to an enemy who had caused so much pain and suffering. "You brought this upon yourself," Callion growled, his voice low and filled with righteous fury. "You showed no mercy to my people, and you will receive none in return."
With a final surge of energy, Callion raised his hand, gathering a massive ki blast. The Changeling's eyes widened in terror, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. Callion's aura flared brilliantly as he channelled all his remaining strength into the attack.
"This is for Planet Vegeta," Callion declared, his voice echoing with the power of his conviction. "And for all the lives you've destroyed."
He unleashed the ki blast, the energy beam engulfing the Changeling in a blinding light. The ground trembled and the air crackled with the force of the explosion. When the light finally faded, there was nothing left of the Changeling but a smouldering crater. Callion stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his body battered and bruised, but his spirit unbroken. The weight of his decision settled over him, but he knew it was the right choice. The Changeling had paid for his crimes, and Planet Vegeta was safe—for now.
Breathing heavily, Callion surveyed the destruction around him. The bodies of the fallen, both friend and foe, lay scattered across the ground. The cost of the battle was high, but the Saiyan spirit remained unyielding.
As the dust settled, Callion's scouter crackled to life. "Callion, do you copy?" a voice called out, filled with urgency.
"I copy," Callion replied, his voice steady despite the exhaustion that gripped him.
"Status report. Is the threat neutralized?"
Callion glanced at the smouldering crater where the Changeling had been. "The threat is neutralized," he confirmed. "The Changeling is dead."
There was a moment of silence on the other end before the voice spoke again. "Understood. Reinforcements are on their way to secure the area. Return to base for debriefing and medical attention."
Callion nodded, even though the other person could not see him. "Understood. Callion out."
He turned his gaze to the horizon, the sun beginning to rise, casting a golden light over the devastated landscape. Despite the destruction, there was a sense of hope. The Saiyan spirit, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by the trials of war, remained unbroken. With one last look at the battlefield, Callion took a deep breath and began his journey back to base. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but he also knew that as long as there were Saiyans like him, willing to fight and protect their home, Planet Vegeta would endure.
In the heart of the Elite District on Planet Vegeta, within the advanced medical facility reserved for Saiyan elites, Callion lay unconscious in a healing pod. The soft hum of machinery filled the room as the pod worked tirelessly to mend his battered body. Tubes and monitors surrounded him, monitoring his vital signs and administering healing fluids.
Outside the healing chamber, a group of Saiyan doctors conferred in hushed tones. They stood with a mixture of awe and concern, discussing the events that had transpired on the battlefield where Callion had faced off against the Changeling. "I can't believe he took down that Changeling on his own," remarked one doctor, shaking his head in disbelief. "Even after being betrayed and nearly beaten to death."
"He's a true warrior," another replied solemnly. "Not just physically, but mentally. To endure what he did and still come out fighting... It's impressive." The conversation turned to the traitorous Saiyan who had attacked Callion from behind, only to meet swift justice at the hands of the Changeling himself. The doctors exchanged grim expressions as they recalled the news spreading through the Elite District.
"And King Braccus," one of the doctors murmured, glancing toward the closed door where Callion lay healing. "I heard he was furious when he learned what happened. Attacking one of his students... It's unheard of."
"He'll make sure justice is served," another doctor affirmed. "No one undermines the honor of the Elite Class and gets away with it."
Inside the healing pod, Callion remained unconscious, his brow furrowed slightly as if still caught in the remnants of battle. The healing pod continued its work, repairing broken bones, closing wounds, and revitalizing his strength. As the doctors continued their discussion, the door to the medical chamber slid open, and a figure entered quietly. It was King Braccus himself, his presence commanding respect and authority. His eyes rested on Callion in the healing pod, his expression a mixture of concern and pride.
"Status?" King Braccus asked, his voice low yet carrying an unmistakable weight.
"He's stable," one of the doctors replied immediately, stepping forward to address the king. "The healing pod is doing its job, but he took a severe beating. It will take time."
King Braccus nodded, his gaze lingering on Callion. "He fought bravely," he remarked quietly. "To face such odds and emerge victorious... It speaks volumes of his character."
The doctors exchanged a knowing look, silently acknowledging the truth in King Braccus's words. They had witnessed firsthand the courage and resilience of their fellow Saiyan. "I want to be informed of any changes," King Braccus stated firmly. "And keep me updated on his recovery progress." With a final nod to the doctors, King Braccus turned and left the medical facility, his thoughts undoubtedly dwelling on the future of his student and the challenges that lay ahead for Planet Vegeta.
In the quiet of the medical chamber, the hum of the healing pod continued, enveloping Callion in its gentle embrace as he embarked on the slow but steady road to recovery. The gentle hum of the healing pod ceased, signaling the completion of its work. The liquid surrounding Callion drained away, revealing his form slowly emerging from the pod. He gasped for breath, his muscles stiff and sore from the prolonged healing process. With assistance from Saiyan doctors, Callion steadied himself, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the medical chamber.
"Easy now," one of the doctors said reassuringly, offering a supportive hand. "Take it slow."
Callion nodded gratefully, his gaze flickering to the Saiyan clothing laid out neatly nearby. His battle-worn armor had been repaired and polished, a testament to the care and efficiency of the medical staff. He dressed swiftly, the familiar weight of his Super Weighted Gear settling comfortably around him.
"Thank you," Callion murmured, his voice rough from disuse. "What happened... while I was under? I thought it heard some things… But not a lot while I was completely out of it."
The doctors exchanged a glance, knowing the weight of their words. "Do you recall the traitor who attacked you," one began solemnly, "he was swiftly dealt with by the Changeling himself. It seems the enemy had no patience for betrayal."
Callion nodded, his expression hardening with resolve. He remembered the betrayal vividly, the sting of it still fresh in his mind.
"And the Changeling..." he prompted, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.
"He's dead," another doctor confirmed quietly. "You took him down, Callion. Single-handedly."
A sense of pride swelled within Callion, tempered by the knowledge of the sacrifices made and the lives lost in the process. He had faced the ultimate test and emerged victorious, but the cost had been high.
"And King Braccus... I swore, while I was under, I heard someone mention the King’s name…" Callion hesitated, his thoughts turning to his mentor and leader.
"You heard correctly.” The doctor said with a nod, indicating to Callion that he was right in his assumption. “He was furious," the doctor admitted, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But also proud. You've earned his respect, Callion." The words hung in the air, a testament to Callion's courage and strength in the face of adversity. He stood tall, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead for Planet Vegeta and its people.
"Thank you," Callion said again, his voice filled with quiet determination. "If the King is happy, then I have, at least, made sure this victory counted for our Race." With a final nod to the doctors, Callion left the medical chamber, his steps purposeful and resolute. The weight of his responsibilities as a Saiyan warrior rested heavily on his shoulders, but he carried them with the pride of one who had proven himself in battle.
As he walked through the corridors of the Elite District, the sun rising over the horizon, Callion's mind was clear. The scars of battle marked his body, but they also spoke of his strength and resilience. He would continue to fight for the honour and glory of his people, forging a legacy worthy of the Saiyan name.
The future of Planet Vegeta awaited, and Callion was ready to face it head-on.
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