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Hearing his voice behind her, though she couldn't understand his words, the changeling woman simply accelerated, gradually building her speed more and more, willing to leave him in the dust if he wouldn't be serious. Fortunately however, it wasn't a great deal further, and in a short while she had arrived, floating over a rather large Namekian village, almost big enough to be called a town on earth. Realizing full well it was likely guarded, as the first she had found had been, she waited for Ander to catch up. "Ander, it seems the ball is down there, in that town. The last one we recovered from a settlement was guarded by a number of Namekian warriors. I don't have Ashernon here to sneak in and out with it, so I am hoping I can trust you to retrieve it." Those words finished, she held the radar out to the warrior, showing her trust in him, giving him the opportunity to prove his worth.

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Some time before the namekian and changeling had reached their destination, the village was subject to another visitor and this one definitely had no reason to walk in with a peaceful approach. The saiyan that had recently terrorised a smaller village and taken one dragon ball for his own gains decided that it was finally time that he laid his hands on another of these artifacts. After hiding the first one in a safe place he grabbed his radar and set off in search of the next one. As soon as the radar screen came to life he saw something very strange, there was a massive cluster of four dragon balls in the one spot. Velen quickly put the information together in his head and came to the conclusion that there was some one else that had the same kind of plan he did. Except they seemed to be more successful than he was at gathering the balls. He rushed off towards the closest, single ball to his current location and soon found himself coming up on the biggest town he had seen on this planet. It seemed to all be centered around one building in the middle, that had a massive circular dome on the top. After stealing a middle aged namekian and subjecting him to rigorous ‘questioning’ he found out that this was the capital city of the planet Namek and that the massive building housed their oldest and wisest member. The dragon ball, according to the radar, was housed just under the middle of that building and from the information he forcefully gathered, it was guarded by some of the strongest namekians ever to live. The saiyan was never one for subtleties in battle so his first instinct was to rush the building and take out as many as he could before they even realised he was there. The first namekian went down without any sign of struggle, he had no chance to even attempt to react before his neck was broken from behind. The second one only had a moment to register the fear that came from an attack before Velen’s tail shot out and grabbed him around the neck, slowly suffocating him. The saiyan watched as his victim struggled, then went still and turned a blueish green colour from lack of oxygen. Unfortunately his ego was too empowered by this minor victory over the ‘strongest namekians’ alive and he let out a small evil laugh, alerting every namekian in the building to his presence. Immediately most of them ran to the front line against the saiyan, ready for what ever attack he may throw at them. The same look was on each namek’s face, grim determination, as if they would all rather die than let Velen in to the building. With a shrug the saiyan acknowledged their wishes and proceeded to grant them. Tearing through the line of powerful warriors his mind began to grow almost euphoric with the heat of battle. It had been way too long since he had been able to commit genocide and he would more than happily make up for all the lost time with any and every action on this battle field.
A few minutes later he was absolutely covered in the dark green colour of namekian blood and there was only one warrior between him and the Guru guarding the dragon ball. The saiyan turned his full attention to this final remaining warrior and waited for him to make his move. As soon as the namekian moved towards him, Velen threw both his fists back to his right hip, and launched a massive kaiho attack, projecting his whole strength just outside his body and into the poor namekian warrior. The attack was a direct hit into the chest cavity, literally causing the warrior to explode in a mass of green blood and pink gore all over the saiyan.
The euphoria grew even more and Velen levitated a bit off the floor, slowly gliding towards the Guru, knowing full well that victory was at hand.

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learned: Kaiho + flight

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The first thing that came in to focus of Ander’s vision was a mass of purple blood, spilt from the elite namekian guard, flowing out of the door leading in to the Guru’s house. He stopped playing around and flipping in the air so he could fly faster, any group of people that could defeat the elite guard were definitely a force to be reckoned with, and even worse, the Guru could be in danger if the force was strong enough. Ander landed down lightly on his feet, making sure not to slip on the blood of his comrades, and strode in through the door of the building. When it came to protecting the Guru all namekians would gladly give up their lives to protect their elder and thus the green warrior strode in, to face off against this force, what ever they may be.
No matter what instincts told him to protect the Guru with his life, there was no way he could fight against the shock that gripped him when he entered the entrance hall. It was big enough, and came so suddenly that Ander stood there speechless with his mouth hanging open for much more time than he had to spare. There was namekian limbs and blood scattered all over the place, painting the walls and hanging off the chandeliers. He found a head of one of his brethren still intact, the eyes closed in intense concentration as the namekian elite attempted to re grow his whole body from the neck down. Ander stopped for a while next to this one, making sure he had enough energy to complete the restoration, but when he was satisfied that the warrior would make it through, he resumed his search for the people responsible for this destruction. The next room he came in to was a long hallway. It seemed that this whole building was designed around this single hall, with each room centered and accessible from this point. All he had to do was follow the trail of death and destruction, even in the nondescript hallway there were massive chunks of plaster taken from the walls and wooden beams ripped from inside them. One of these beams seemed to have been used as a weapon for it had impaled a namekian. What ever had caused this must have been drunk with power because impaling that namekian was not enough, they had to pick both the beam and the victim up and stick one end of it into the wall, leaving the dead namek impaled and hovering about a meter off the floor.
A very grim look haunted Ander’s face as he moved on wards, hoping that the elder was still alive and that there was a chance he could save him. As he neared the end of the hall, Ander could hear the sounds of battle getting louder, he must be close. The namekian turned the next corner into a room and saw the saiyan that had destroyed his village standing in the centre of it. He was surrounded by broken pieced of furniture and dead namekians. He looked over joyed at the fact that he had caused all of this death and Ander realised that it was his failings that allowed this all to happen. If only he had trained harder in his youth and been strong enough to defeat this saiyan when given the chance. His mind began the depressing downwards spiral of guilt and despair but he stopped it before it held a good grip. This was not the time or the place to play the blame game, no matter what had happened in the past, it was now his chance to make it right.
Ander looked at his opponent who had his back to him.
“You will pay for what you have done, you had no right to come to this planet and take away the lives of so many.”

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At the sound of that familiar voice behind him, challenging him so openly rather than attack behind his back a malevolent laugh could be heard escaping from the violent Saiyan warrior. "I will have to pay will I? You foolish warrior, you could have nearly anything you wanted on this planet, and yet instead you choose to oppose me when we could work together. No, my green friend, I had EVERY right to do whatever I damn well please with this planet. The only rights are those you take for yourself, the right of might."

Slowly, Velen turned to face the Namekian warrior, making no movement to attack just yet, instead offerring a hand of 'friendship.' "So what do you say... Ander... was it? A partnership? Together we could rule this planet, or butcher it, or whatever the hell else we want! Infact, if you'd help me find the rest of these damned balls I just might grant you your wish and leave this place in peace, I already completed my mission here. Do we have a deal?"

‘Some thing must have happened to make him stronger, or he would not be so smug.’the namekian thought to himself.
‘If he indeed has gotten stronger, as his body language suggested, than he would easily best me in a fight. Maybe it is a good idea to play along with this “partnership” for a little while, at least until he knew his opponent better. It would give him a good chance to keep an eye on the saiyan and maybe even a chance to best him when his guard was down. He had to sleep sometime’
The decision was made inside Ander’s head before Velen had time to realise that the internal dialogue was going on, and the namekian reached his own hand out to grasp the saiyan’s in his reply to the friendship gesture. As he did he began to say something about accepting the offer, but only to protect his people.

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Reaching down into the rubble, Velen would take hold of a few large chunks of wood, floating up into the rafters to secure his tail in them with the wood. ~This is not going to be pleasant, but it will grow back, and I can't allow myself the weakness that got me beaten last time,~ he thought to himself, levitating as high as he could before exploding downwards, screaming in agony as the tail was wrenched from his body, slamming onto the floor with a loud thump. "That... hurt..." He groaned, rising first to his knees, and then back to his feet, flying out the window in the opposite direction from which Ander had been launched, intent on sneaking around and attacking from surprise. After he'd dealt with the Namekian Fighter he would go back in and retrieve the two dragon balls.

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Levitating smoothly, gracefully up and over the Guru's home, hearing the thud. ~Only gonna get one shot at this.~ He thought, confident as ever that he could pull it off. Reaching the far end he grabbed the hole Ander had made, yanking himself through it as he turned on his afterburners, flying at maximum speed directly at the Namekian Fighter, an explosive burst, augmented by his arms, that should have him slamming into Ander from behind. Drawing an arm back as he approached, Velen snapped it forwards as he drew near, intent on landing the blow, backed by his full speed, on the middle of the Namek's back, targeting his lower spine... assuming he had one....

His mind pushed the most part of the pain away and he planned his next attack. Using the momentum given to him by the saiyan, Ander pushed off a bit and flew forwards, creating a bit of distance between them. He then spun at the waist, using the spin as momentum to throw out a side kick at the saiyan’s face, breaching that little bit of extra distance by making his leg stretch. The kick flew at Velen’s face, but unfortunately due to his strange starting position, he was a tiny bit off balance with the attack, leaving it just a bit weaker than normal for his attacks.

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Up flew his arms defensively, as the Namek was hurled forward, prepared for any of the tricks the Fighter had used before. Sure enough, he spun around, no doubt intent on launching an attack of some sort. ~Oh no you don't.~ Thought Velen, leaping forward and into the kick. Grimacing lightly as the kick struck his side, Velen caught the leg against him, wrapping both arms tightly around it and spinning in the air with the motion, his full grip locked onto the Namek as he twirled his adversary, building up speed till everything all around was nearly a blur, releasing at just the right moment to send the green fool flying directly through one of the corners of the building and up into the sky.

Without pausing, Velen flew after him, a bit dizzy at first, watching for signs of a counter-attack as he departed the damaged building.

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Righting himself mid-air, Velen took a defensive posture, ready for whatever the Namekian Fighter would throw at him.

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OOC: Sorry if it's a little sloppy, I'm kind of out of it right now, hope it makes sense.