Sender Dakota~ Date Fri Jul 5 06:12:57 2002~ Stamp 1025874817 Expire 1036242782 To all~ Subject Dakota's History~ Text A Saiyan warrior emerged from the shadows whom no one had ever seen. His past cloudy and his persona even more mysterious Growing up on the Planet Vegeta he lived a life of peace and Harmony....Only one knows what happened to his life Only one knows what he searches for on planet Earth Only one person knows that he searches his {B|-{Y> {CF{cate #Y<#B-| ~ Sender Dakota~ Date Fri Jul 5 06:14:00 2002~ Stamp 1025874885 Expire 1036242845 To all~ Subject Typo~ Text supposed to be {B|-{Y> {CF{cate {Y<{B-| sorry bout that ~ Sender Iann~ Date Tue Jul 9 19:27:27 2002~ Stamp 1026268837 Expire 1036636057 To all~ Subject Iann gets Deathball :)~ Text While being trained by his now incredibly strong father thaur, he also picked up on a few techniques. Mostly just some physical fakes and combos. But he also leanred the basics to the skill that is the pride toe very powerful Icer, Death Ball. Iann trained and trained his energy manipulation, increased the flow of energy through him, his accuracy and power with all his ki techniques improved. He always tried to perform Death Ball. But he could never contain the energy, it always burst apart. burst apart. One day, after another intense training session, He was gettin fed up with not being able to complete the technique. He began to gather the energy at his finger tip. He pulled all the energy from his body and put it into the ball, but soon, the energy began to slip once more. He concentrated with all his might, every thought bent on containing the energy. His muscles tightened, veins throbbed. His vision began to flash black. But he kept going, he wasnt going to let it fail again. Not much more time passed before he felt it, all the energy was in place. He glanced up at his hand, and saw the monsturous sphere of energy, dark black with gold ripples. He grimaced as he brought his arm down, the bal following his finger, he looked up, took aim at one of the moons orbitin the planet he was on, and let it loose. The ball moved towards the moon, not with great speed or great lack of speed, but at a steady pace. The ball crashed into it, obliterating the small satelite and the explosion sent a shockwave down to the planet, knocking Iann out of the air. Thuroughly exhausted, he looked up at the sparkles of broken rock that was once that moon. He grinned, blood dripped from his lip, but he didnt care, he had carried out the skill that would annihlate planets, Thaur would be pleased. ~ Sender Zaoden~ Date Fri Jul 19 10:53:34 2002~ Stamp 1027102684 Expire 1037469245 To all~ Subject A Brief History of Zaoden~ Text I am Zaoden, Zaoden Tatsu. I write this short and to-the-point autobiographical bio of myself so that any confusion by people who have met the "alternate" Zaodens in the past may be cleared up. I am a human magic and ki user, and thanks to my magic I remain forever youthful, about 22 years old physically but a lot longer than that in reality. I was born about 20 years before the 21st Tenkachi Budokai, where a great future hero, Son Goku, first was seen by the public at large. Even though he kept a low profile except in those Tenkachi Budokais and the Cell Game, I still managed to keep myself up-to-date on his activities. It still boggles my mind that he played a part in saving Earth many times and yet almost everyone on the planet didn't know of his accomplishments. Still, it was his choice to not be in the spotlight, and it may even have been a wise decision considering how annoying media can get sometimes. Now, why have other Zaodens been out and about? Well, here's why. About 25 years ago, I was attempting to create a magic technique similar to the Shishin no Ken that Tenshinhan pioneered. However, something went awry. Instead of doing a splitform, the magic technique made a COPY of me, and that copy got a lot of fake memories and none of the real ones for some reason I have never been able to figure out. He also got cursed as a side effect with horrendously bad luck as well as random loss of Battle Power. Eventually the bad luck not only got him killed, but his spirit in the afterlife was also killed when he accidentally stumbled into hell, and so he is gone for good. Now only I remain, the original. All copies of himself that he may have made have been killed in the afterlife one way or another, so they are dead permanently for good as well. I am a good person, and even though I haven't really conducted much training in the past, I have decided to change that. After all, I can't just ignore the evil and/or insane and/or psychopaths that gallavant around Earth doing random acts of mass destruction, can I? I want to help out in the eternal struggle between light and dark. *END DOCUMENT* ~ Sender Siddhartha~ Date Thu Jul 25 16:59:28 2002~ Stamp 1027641892 Expire 1038009588 To all~ Subject The History of Siddhartha (Part 1)~ Text Siddhartha left Namek with an attitude much like every other Namekian... to bring good to the universe. He has been trained under the great Namekian, Mjorn, to spread his wonderfull powers of healing to the lesser races. Upon his arrival to earth, he is awestruck and filled with wonder at the beauty ( though not as great a beauty as Namek, itself) of the planet. ~ Sender Deisle~ Date Tue Jul 30 22:26:10 2002~ Stamp 1028094230 Expire 1038461180 To all~ Subject exile 4 con~ Text {light started comeing from the rumble."What's that light?"the big soldier {Wasked the small one {DI'm not sur......."{W.The light grew brightier and there was an huge {Wexlodion of energy.When the two soldiers looked at the place where the {Wlight had beenthey saw Deislestanding there.His uniform was ripped and tore {Whe had blood coming fromhis mouth and over his right eye.The soldiers {Wcouldn't believe thier eyes.Deislesaid"{R You guys almost got me,maybe if {Ryou'd both would have attacked with your ki you'd might have killed me but {Rnow you're dead"{WThe small soldier said{D"Big talk from someone who looks {Dlike they'er on deaths door."{W"You're no match for the two of us said the {Wbig soldier.{R"Believe that if you'd like,but I have something to show you. {WWith that Deisle tensed up and his hair began to raise up.He yelled as his {Whair turned a golen color,his eye became green,and a bright golden aura {W surrounded him. ~ Sender Voral~ Date Sat Aug 3 08:32:28 2002~ Stamp 1028389207 Expire 1038756759 To all~ Subject The History of Voral~ Text Voral was born in a low class neighborhood on the outskirts of Satan City. His father was a Coal Miner, and his Mother a Home Maker. Voral never really got any attention with five other siblings. They managed to survive till his father lost his job. At the age of 8, Voral was walking down his street when a gang of thugs approched him. Voral was getting beat up until something triggered a hidden rage inside him. He let out a scream of rage as he began to glow, the sudden shockwave of energy sent the gang flying. The gang got up and ran away. Voral picked himself up and started to look at his hands. Now 17, Voral has been trying to tap back into his hidden strength, training heavly. Now he leaves the poor neighborhood he grew up in and walks towards the ever busy Satan City, Looking to untap his hidden potential. ~ Sender Rathall~ Date Sat Aug 3 21:03:23 2002~ Stamp 1028435610 Expire 1038801868 To all~ Subject A sudden blow, and a new Spike hair doo.~ Text Rathall was walking upon the great steps of a unknown tournement within his mind they seemed to spiral endlessly into the clouds, as he ran it seemed to move further away. The light at the end called to him as a voice clear as day spoke Rathall, my son... So long we have waited, a final gift we have braught. the voice was angelic and yet soothing. Rathall spoke in his mind. 'Mother? Is that you? But you are dead... It can't be, unless I am... Rathall gasped as he thought, and yet he remembered that he never had a mother he had escaped from that cloning factory and raised himself on nature this voice was somthing else, but the joy of hearing it made him run faster to see what it was, as he climbed he finnaly reached the top. Rathall stood at a great Temple, it spiraled in a bone structure and it was bleached with blood, he saw 3 Cell like creatures destroying and mangling all around them, inocent lives were lost one of the Bio-androids looked at him and spoke. Vile Saiyjin, you shall parish in this massacre also! Rathall clenched his teeth and went SSJ, he quikly began to attack. Swirling mists were forming from all the action and then blown away by speed and fists. The land was shaking and Debris was floating everywhere. some of the Debris was being lifted by the Bio androids and thrown at him Rathall dodged them but one, it knocked him through the tower and into a large mountain, quikly turning him back to normal form the rock rolled of of Rathall, as he plumeted to the ground as he hit he rolled down another small hill and into a river floating on his back he regained his vision and stood up looking all around he saw nothing but green trees with sun light peircing the branches, then he thaught... I will never be good enough, no matter what... then a rage formed within him, a burning sharp pain, he jolted and stepped back he no longer cared and yet his power was growing, he was at the tip of his training after all, and thought he would never get any stronger Ki surrounded him and this time, the lands shook and trees up-rooted his hair was sharpining, becoming bigger and more golden what was this strange happening, then he knew... it was what they spoke of the fighters of earth had said that long ago a trainer told a story of a man who became suddenly so strong that his hair turned golden and then they went on about how after many years, his hair had become spiked and much more golden, they said this was a Sayjin that had acended to their prehistoric nature, emotionless and so powerful Rathall always wanted this and yet after years of training nothing! and now rathall couldn't take it any longer, his aura gre and grew consuming everything in sight, he flew up with a golden streak following him, he had ascended to this SSJ2 he had become a new beign. the Bio-androids were still destroying, Rathall landed near one of them the Bio android looked back and spoke. You again, what do you want this time? A crack pipe? Some steroids perhaps? the droid chukled and then kicked at Rathall's head Rathall was gone as the kick missed, not even he could be seen moving he snaped at the Bio's neck with a palm and it jolted it's head clean off then he vaporized it with a blast of Ki to nothing not even a cell the other 2 saw Rathall and rushed over to stop him but he disappeared and reappeared behind them, elbowing them into the ground then he blasted them with more Ki vaporizing one of them the third android was still somewhat alive, Ratahll picked it up and brought it down on his knee, then throwing it into the air he rushes up spiraling through the body of the Bio-android while releasing a giant Ki blast while releasing a giant Ki blast FLARE STAR!!! A large beam vaporized the remains of the Android and Rathall smiled as he reverted back to normal, he landed and simply began to walk but what about his dream? (my own skill Flare Star, i wish to somday have it) Rathall. is now SSJ2 ~ Sender Nesoiak~ Date Tue Aug 6 22:25:40 2002~ Stamp 1028698864 Expire 1039065950 To all~ Subject Nesoiak's History~ Text His brother died on planet arlia. An evil warlord sent his workers to pirate the planet Arlia and destroy all life from this planet. These workers were known as the race called Saiyans. Nesoiak's parents, Chiashi the Earthling, brought up on planet Vegeta, and father Commander Kinral the Saiyan. They escaped from Planet Vegeta and hid on the planet Arlia and had Nesoiak and Neshriok The Saiyans arrived on planet Arlia and came across Nesoiak and his family.. Chiashi and Kinral tried to defend there kids but they were killed almost instantly. Nesoiak refused to give up his life so he began to back off crying. Neshriak flew towards the Oozaru Saiyans and was instantly crushed. Nesoiak stood there, with tears in his eyes. He then hid in a cave to the south of his dead family. The Saiyans passed, thinking all life was gone, Nesoiak came out of the cave, and walked towards his brother. He fell to his knees crying, whilst punching the floor shout no, no, no! His veins started to pulsate like mad, his blood pressure rose and his anger exploded and his hair started flashing yellow. He under went the transformation of Super Saiyan. Two months passed and Nesoiak set his fathers Saiyan pod towards the home planet of his mother, Earth. Now on Earth, he is always alert towards others, but is Surprisingly friendly and cocky. He is trained by a wise and friendly Namek, Waylander. Waylander is his protector, his most loyal and best friend. Also he now lives with a trainer Vel. When Nesoiak crash landed on Earth from his Pod, almost wiping all memory of what happened, Waylander found him and took him into his care. Nesoiak is now growing up, and is very loyal towards his protector and trainers. -(Hope you enjoyed! :) -Nessy.) ~ Sender Jojubi~ Date Sat Aug 31 23:36:49 2002~ Stamp 1030862251 Expire 1041230227 To Quest all~ Subject I would like to join the quest~ Text ~ Sender Jojubi~ Date Sun Sep 1 01:03:11 2002~ Stamp 1030867422 Expire 1041235411 To Quest all~ Subject Joining~ Text I would like to be part of the RP quest. ~ Sender Tarion~ Date Mon Sep 16 19:16:42 2002~ Stamp 1032229113 Expire 1042597009 To all~ Subject Tarion's Origins~ Text Clenching his fists as he writhes in misery, the battle weary Namek stares down his opponent. The smooth glistening flesh of the evil creature wasn't even scratched. Trembling with anxiety and frustration Tarious refocuses his thoughts and calls out to his foe. "I won't let you toy with me monster... so you might as well end this now." Chuckling to himself the android known as Koa flies slightly closer to Tarious looking at him as if he were fascinated with him. "You won't... l.e.t... me do anything to you ?" Now laughing even harder. "You won't let .ME. do anything to y.o.u... ?! You speak as though you had any control over what happens. Don't you realize that I am the supreme being in all the universe. All that happens or will be must first have my approval... silly creature." "Enough of this... you'll die monster !" The abrupt battle was as a grain of sand in time. With a quick flick of his wrist the monster Koa rendered his opponent uncoincious and helpless. Back in his lab he toiled endlessly... trying to devise new methods of torture as he tried to corrupt the Namek's mind with his robotic devices. Tarious, barely alive, held on to his thoughts, with each moment longing for death, and yet still realizing that the monster had not yet won... at least not completely. Days that lasted for years passed until Koa sensed a high powerlevel nearby. Frustrated with the stubborn Namek, and excited to earn his new play-thing, Koa struck off into the distance, leaving his failed experiment behind. Unable to move and barely alive Tarious laid on the table... it would have ended there if it had not been for a strange course of events. An earthquake rumbled across the mountain-side... spilling all sorts of mechanical devices, dna jars and even Tarious onto the floor. Namekian blood fused with dna from every race of creature throughout the universe. The regeneration process speeding up as Saiyan enzimes coursed throughout Tarious' body. He had regained some strength when he realized that the brash robot had been more successful that he thought... the mind-control devices were beggining to take their toll on the Namek's mind. Gathering as much energy as he could muster... Traious pushed his entire essence into a single egg... expelling it from his body, hoping that at least in some way, he could continue on... perhaps even one day returning to slay Koa. So weak from the process of the torture... Tarious didn't notice the microbodies that traveled with the egg. Months... then years passed as the egg lay in the overgrown forest jut outside Koa's lab. Then it happened... the shell broke and from it stepped a curious creature. Obviously not a Namek, the creature of fortune looked about at his surroundings. Amazingly intelligent and feeling quite hungry he set out looking for some food. Flying high above the Earth, thoughts of a great battle and images of a strange creature flashed in his head. Not sure what it all means or how to sort it all out, he heads off in no general direction... the only possesion he has is the memory of his name... Tarion. (submitted by Tarion) (feedback on personal board about my stories/histories would be great) ~