[attr="class","atar"] It was a lot at once. While he had been expecting something like this to happen, it was still kind of overwhelming. Zorn had met many warriors stronger then himself sure, but some of these power levels seemed more accustomed to Gods of Destruction and not to mere mortals such as him. A cold shiver went down his spine but his outward appearance appeared as stoic as ever. 'Seems like my chances of winning this is slim to nil, but even so I cannot just give up... No way I've come too far to simply walk away!' Sure Zorn may have underestimated the amount of freakishly strong warriors that were to be participating in this multiverse tournament and maybe he was on the lower spectrum of power levels but it would be a cold day in hell before the proud Saiyan admitted defeat before even facing his first opponent.
As Zorn suddenly glanced over his shoulder, he would see a familiar face. Only it was just that, a familiar face. the proud Saiyan had been more then a little surprised at just how many versions of himself he had ran into and sure that was a little bit on the strange side but what was really getting under his skin was just how many of his dead friends seemed to be alive and well in these other timelines. 'I wonder what those Saiyans did to allow our brave and mighty king to survive? I wounder what we could have done to stop Frizea? All these stupid little what if questions are getting me no where. But why can't I stop asking myself them?'
The Saiyan who had been so deep in though had not been paying attention and manage to bump into something or rather someone. "Heh... Sorry about that, guess I should be paying a little more attention as to where I am walking" He tried to play this off as passive as possible. As the Vargas made it very clear that anyone engaging in any sort of violence outside of the ring would be automatically sent back to their own universe. I'm not sure how much more my pride can take..
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Derion had spent some time already in this alternate universe, where the Tournament of Power was being held. Enough time to get accustomed to the fact that most of the people the Vargas had brought in from other universes were practically monsters, whom made Derion's and any fighter stronger he knew from his universe seem like nothing in comparison. Sure, at first it was quite overwhelming to literally feel the difference, even after the Saiyan had mentally prepared himself for the high probability of him coming across one monster after another.
But now he was just casually killing time by enjoying the food, the diverse company, and the facilities meant for storing information. Aside from the more casual facilities, Derion also had found himself training in the advanced gyms in preparation for the first tournament.
Well, he says 'in preparation', but really, at this point Derion had given up any chance of winning, but was going to participate just for fun. He might be outclassed by most participants, but there was no way he was going to miss this once in a life time chance. Plus, the thought of just getting to see firsthand some of the fighters he had sensed clash simply had the Saiyan shiver from excitement.
Right now the man was taking a break from his training and was walking around the area out of his Sargo Force uniform, instead just wearing the black jumpsuit, and white gloves and boots worn by most in Lord Frieza's army under their Battle Armor.
The Saiyan's walk was halted as he ended up bumping into someone, who had seemed to be quite deep in thought. The man Derion had bumped into seemed to be calm enough and even apologized for the collision. "Don't worry about it. Happens to the best of us," he replied, shaking his hands a bit in a manner of swiping the whole deal aside.
Looking at the man, he wasn't anyone who Derion recognized, but something about him seemed quite homely. Pondering a bit why this is, the Saiyan man soon noticed the tail wrapped around the man's waist, in an exactly same manner as Derion himself had his tail wrapped around his waist, so it doesn't even by accident touch anyone. At the realization that the man in front of him was a fellow Saiyan, a grin formed on his face. "Oh! You're a Saiyan, right?" The question was just to confirm something he knew the answer to, for no real reason, and the tail around Derion's waist unwrapped and he started to wave to make sure his fellow Saiyan would notice it. "Me too." Words: 440 Notes: I assume he has his tail and it's wrapped around his waist. Do tell me if it's not so and I'll fix it Tags: Zorn
It appeared as if the atmosphere of the room grew darker, denizens watched and were unsure of what really happened. Goku Black walked in as the atmosphere resumed, he didn't care who any of these people were. But so far, they must have all been alternate universes given rise by other powers. These so-called 'varga' weren't exactly his favorite bunch, they seemed pretty annoying to him at most times, but they did a GREAT job. They introduced the faker to the different travels, and all these alternative universes. "Hmm..so many mortals, so little time. I wonder if there's any other version of me in this timeline..he's probably weaker.." Black said, quickly noticing the other two. One of them was a saiyan, and another..he couldn't tell exactly what he is, but if the other turned out to be a saiyan he would be just as powerful..but Black couldn't waste his time with them, power levels like their own were not understanding, they were just low.
[attr="class","atar"] For many years Zorn had devoted his life to avenging his fallen comrades by gaining the necessary strength to slowly chock the life out of that bastard Frizea. Hatred, anger. These emotions are often seen as negative traits that this so called "warriors" preached about avoiding. But the were fools... Hatred had keep the Saiyan going since the death of his race. Anger had been his closest companion and she was a loyal one whom never betrayed him. So to say Zorn was a little put off by this Saiyan was indeed true, but seeing him wearing what appeared to be a uniform similar to the ones those monster the Ginyu force wore almost sent him over the edge. "Just what are you doing wearing that getup ?" The proud Saiyan asked in a dreadful tone of voice.
Before Zorn had a chance to say anything more he felt a dark and sinister Ki wash over him and it took a great deal of willpower not to lost his composure. "J-Just never mind!" He yelled at the other Saiyan but doing so loudly enough to surely bring unwanted attention towards both of their ways. Damn it Zorn this is why you should never loose your cool! This guy may not even have a Frizea in his universe and here you are lashing out at him for no good reason.."
Among all the beefy hulking warriors and strange aliens, there were a few sources of estrogen in this hall of mingling warriors. Among them was one that seemed completely detached from the entire room. Wearing a small set of high quality headphones and tapping her foot to a steady beat. The young girl fixed her gloves and checked her nails with a nonchalant look. She wasn't very large or terribly dangerous or awe inspiring like many in the room but something was obvious about her. She was not worried or stressed with the presence of the powerful. Sometimes her eyes would look up and focus on certain individuals. Usually she'd roll her eyes or shrug after a while, but other times she would smile in a almost creepy way and go back to listening to music with a few finger snaps.
The presence of those with God Ki were not a surprise to her either it seemed. Although they and only they, warranted her longest stares. Overall she stayed to herself and most were not considering her of much merit. Of course... if any of the other universes warriors were from Goku's crew. they would immediately become aware of the fact she was someone familiar. Although, her timeline was quite a bit ahead of most others. Since Pan and Bra were so much older and closer in age in Universe 28. A Potara Fusion is nothing to scoff at, unless you were also a fusion or a god of destruction. Perhaps everyone thought her a duo of silly girls that got fused by some mishap in a goofy backwater universe. Well, that was fine too. Brapan was keeping her power level at a incredibly low level, creating a fake energy reading for others to gauge. This was a usual tactic by many fighters but in her case she had her gender to help with the underestimation. She hated being looked down on but it kept people out of her hair right now.
After all... chatting with a bunch of punching bags wouldn't be very fun.
Derion was a bit taken by surprise by the reaction of the Saiyan man on his getup. Judging by his tone and facial expression it certainly wasn't because it looked bad on Derion in his opinion -which was good, because then there might've been a problem- but rather over to who, or rather what the gear was related to. He could've guessed a thousands times over, but it'd just be guessing game, but something told that the Saiyan he just had met had some issues with Lord Frieza or someone from his army. Well, it was they were from a difference Universe, so it really wasn't his problem.
Once he had arrived to his conclusion, Derion sensed an overwhelming power, which was rather sinister compared to those of most around the area. It was obvious to the Saiyan that his company had sensed it too, though while Derion himself was able to be mostly unaffected thanks to him having sensed people even stronger during his stay, the man in front of him seemed far more affected by it. "At ease, friend. He might have us outclassed, but he's not going to be doing anything," Derion said to the man with a somewhat reassuring tone. Though after short pause he continued, "Well, unless he didn't care even a bit about the tournament or the wish."
Giving a shrug to what he just said to himself, Derion decided to just try to help his fellow Saiyan to ignore the immense and sinister power level. Well, it was an interesting(?) challenge to say the least. "By the way, I'm Derion, from Universe 996," the Saiyan man said with a friendly smile and offered his hand for the other Saiyan to shake. Words: 285 Notes: Four people's enough, so mind editing the thread to be closed for now, Zorn? Also, why tagging Majin Vegeta instead of me </3 Tags: ZornGoku (Black)
Black had turned, watching as he saw the two shake in fear from his ki. He was excited about fighting, but sadly their poewrs were minor..VERY minor. So he might have a few other chances, there was indeed SOME people with a semblance of skills. And then there was another idea, perhaps he could offer to train some of them so they would eventually try and best him? Despite being zamasu, he had gotten enough of Goku's personality that already made him a mix. He had Zamasu's want for DESTRUCTION and the end of all mortals, with Goku's need to fight. Black then stopped, hearing the two talk..there was a saiyan with a minor power level, and then there was another..someone still lower than him. "I don't kill..I don't even care enough that I may have to fight you..mortals, but I am going to battle..soon. I WILL get the wish..and will be completed soon, SOON..I will become the only god this world needs.." Black shot them an uneasy sinister grin as he then chuckled.
