Defender

Inclining his head respectfully, the former Sadalan Elite wandered over to the bar counter and leaned against it. “Thank you! Pardon my intrusion.” He said politely. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

“You see, about 8 months ago there was an exhibition tournament that preceded the official battle royal match. I met Master there, and it was he who taught me what it truly meant to be a Saiyan. Thanks to him, I’ve achieved power that I’d not thought possible. And my sights are set even higher.” He linked his hands together. “In the battle royal, I managed to unlock the next level.”

He stepped away from the counter, and his hair erupted into gold. His first transformation had been destructive, but he now held enough control that only his clothes ruffled. “I achieved Super Saiyan, and Super Saiyan 2.” He powered down, his hair reverting to black. He didn’t have enough control over Super Saiyan 2 to use it inside the bar, so he wasn’t going to demonstrate it here.

“I’m right on the edge of the next level, but I’m having difficulties. You’re strong. You have a lot of latent power, and I was hoping you could help me get to the next level. Maybe I could help you ascend as well?”

Tifa felt the surge of power, her eyes narrowing in instinct at the display of it in her home. Tilting her head to the side, she watched in awe as the young Saiyan in front of her displayed his control. Impressive! 

“You want me to help you ascend?” she asked, surprised by his request. Sure, she was powerful, but she hadn’t surpassed the first level of Super Saiyan yet, and he wanted her to push him into level three! 

"I'm sure you're already aware. A Saiyan's power comes from stress. I'm sure you know what I mean. You must have noticed the first time you achieved Super Saiyan, right?" His face was serious as he observed Tifa. "For a Saiyan, regular training can only take us so far. You must've felt it, right? How your growth seems to be stagnating?"

Don’t. 

That’s it. 

You shouldn’t pet strangers’ dogs without asking either.

In Boston while waiting for the T, there was a woman with her service dog in full gear also waiting. Two young women went right up to the dog and the moment one of the women reached out to pet the dog, the older woman slapped her hand away and said “My dog is working, do NOT pet.” And I smiled because those young women were in the wrong.

One of my dog’s jobs is detecting seizures.  He gives me a few minutes warning.  If he can’t warn me because he’s distracted, I could fall and hit my head. 

I could die of a head injury because I wouldn’t have time to find a place to sit and sit down.

But, hey, a stranger gets to pet my dog. 

Here’s an article on what happened when someone pet a service dog and it DID distract the dog resulting in the owner suffering a seizure and injuries. 

For anyone who doesn’t feel like reading, here is the key points:

Hailey has multiple illnesses including Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and epilepsy. Her service pup in-training, Flynn, has the important task of alerting her roughly 10 minutes before she has a seizure. This gives her time to find a safe place so that she does not injure herself while seizing.

Sources: http://ow.ly/HsGP10168R5

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In response to his salvo, she brought her hands up and widened her stance, surrounding herself with a Barrier spell, blocking the entirely of the barrage, the explosions clouding her view. “Is this how you consider all your opponents?” She called out, unsure if she was heard over the noise. 

She extended her senses to see what her eyes no longer could through the smoke. It was definitely a different feel, but Cabba’s energy was not only recovering, it was starting to spike again. She was concerned of course, but their foe was the bigger threat. 

"W-what, what was that attack?!" He ground out. Blood leaked from his mouth, and he felt chilled to the bone. Hoarfrost covered him, and he felt every strike acutely. "You... Bitch!" He snarled, reaching into a pouch and grabbing what appeared to be some sort of injector. He slammed it into his arm, and his muscles bulged as veins throbbed. He yelled out as his Ki spiked, shattering the ice. He blurred from sight, snatching aqua by the neck. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you..." He said with a manic expression. He threw her to the ground hard, stalking towards her with malicious intent. He would not get the chance.

The rubble that Cabba was once buried under exploded into dust, Cabba himself hovering in the air. His hair was gold once more, electricity arcing all over. He threw his head back and an absolutely soul wrenching scream ripped itself from his throat, power skyrocketing. The wind whipped and howled, the ground beneath their feet trembling. As Cabba's hair lengthened and cascaded down his back the very sky parted above them. His Ki spiked, the ground cratering from the shockwave. After what seemed like ages but was barely more than a minute, Cabba's power stabilized.

Ruby Rose: First of all how DARE YOU even consider fighting this precious cinnamon roll what possible beef could you have with her. Second of all prepare to finally understand what it feels like to have a twelve year old break every bone in your body. 

Weiss Schnee: I understand. Really I do. How could you not want to fight Weiss Schnee at least a little bit? Everyone does, it’s a fundamental facet of her personality. That doesn’t mean she isn’t going to stomp your face into a freshly polished, solid gold curb. She’s just better than you. Do not fight Weiss Schnee.

Blake Belladonna: what the fuck. What the Fuck. hwat the fukc. do you know who this is. do you know who you’re dealing with right now? Blake Belladonna has killed a man with her goddamn pinky toe. Turn the fuck around and think about your choices you are not ready for this. 

Yang Xiao-Long: You should absolutely fight Yang Xiao-Long. I mean there’s no way in hell you’ll win but who doesn’t want to take a solid right cross from her? Fight Yang Xiao-Long you won’t regret it.

Jaune Arc: Please for the love of god fight Jaune Arc. You’ll have to deal with Pyrrha mopping the floor with your organs afterwards but I think we can almost all agree it’d be well worth it. You have exactly zero chance of losing this fight.

Nora Valkyrie: Have fun on the fucking moon you scrub.

Pyrrha Nikos: ??? ??????? ?????????????????????????? Do you… do you actually think this could possibly end well for you? Pyrrha Nikos is a goddess you are so lucky she wouldn’t permanently maim you. Maybe you’ll even get some tips on your form while you’re slipping into your concussion-induced coma, she’s nice like that. 

Lie Ren: This man turned a giant monster snake into chunky salsa with his bare hands. This man regularly serves food to Nora Valkyrie. This man has stared down death while making pancakes DO NOT FIGHT LIE REN.

Roman Torchwick: Absolutely fight Roman Torchwick. Wave some money in his face and kick him in the balls while he’s monologuing like the massive nerd he is. Kick some dirt on him while he’s down and take his hat please for all our sakes. Heck steal his lunch money while you’re at it. Play to his ego and you’ll walk away victorious, if maybe not unscathed.

Cinder Fall: Now I know what you’re thinking, “Hey isn’t she the main villain here? Of course I should fight her!” Well prepare to be dead wrong. Cinder Fall is flawless. She will tear you down piece by piece before she breaks your neck with her stilettos. You are going to be very turned on and also bleeding. Fight Cinder Fall only if you’re into that sort of thing.

Glynda Goodwitch: Look at Vale. Note the distinct lack of giant monsters or huge holes to underground death tunnels in the street. Consider for a moment how easily Glynda Goodwitch could throw you into the sun. Stay in your goddamn lane do not fight Glynda Goodwitch.

Cardin Winchester: I mean, if you’re sufficiently skilled at fighting, you are morally obligated to kick Cardin’s ass; it’s your civic duty. He’s a huge douchebag, wipe that dumbass smirk he always wears off of his fucking face. The world will applaud you as you curbstomp him into oblivion. Fight Cardin Winchester.

Russel Thrush: Kick his Sonic-the-Hedgehog-wannabe racist country ass to the fucking moon, holy shit please fight Russel Thrush. He is Cardin’s right hand man and he is just as much of a douchebag, and not as smart. Fucking green shell his ass like in Mario Kart with that stupid looking shoulder guard he wears. Go. FIGHT. WIN

Sky Lark and Dove Bronzewing: Please kick their asses. They haven’t spoken yet, but their first lines should be their shrill cries when you break their legs. Fight Sky and Dove. Fucking do it.

Sun Wukong: I mean, you should kick his ass, but can you kick his ass? You can try, but he will slip out of reach of all your punches and breakdance around you like the asshole that he is. He will laugh at you and leave banana peels for you to slip on in his wake and then probably steal your wallet. You could fight Sun Wukong, but you probably shouldn’t unless you want to be clowned into eternal shame.

Neptune Vasilias: YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY KICK HIS ASS. FIGHT NEPTUNE VASILIAS. Not only is he a major nerd, but he is also uncoordinated and flops around like a noodle when he’s not grounded. Kick his tall ass in the shins. Shove his KPop-lookin ass into a locker. You can do it. Fight Neptune Vasilias.

Velvet Scarlatina: What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you want to fight Velvet? How dare you???? HOW DARE??? No. She is a beautiful cinnamon bun too good for this world. Too pure. Do not fight Velvet Scarlatina. Plus, do you even know what’s in her box? Some say it’s the chopped remains of her enemies. Do not fight Velvet, you sick fuck.

Coco Adel: I mean, you can’t fight her and win, but you have to admit, you’d be honored to have her kick your ass. Fight Coco Adel. Not to win, but revel in the glory of her designer heels grinding you into the pavement.

Fox Alistair: Just because he’s blind doesn’t mean you should fight him. He will go Daredevil on your ass. He will eviscerate you and no one will be able to identify you afterwards. He’ll do that pufferfish shit to you like he did to that Ursa Major and that’d seriously be a horrible way to go. DO NOT FIGHT FOX ALISTAIR.

Bartholomew Oobleck: I feel like any man willing to take a flamethrower/bat to a corgi is worth fighting, but it may be the time to back down. Bartholomew Oobleck may be a green haired glasses wearing nerd, but this man is fast as dicks and has access to a near infinite supply of scalding hot coffee. Fight Bartholomew Oobleck only if you love dogs more than yourself.

Peter Port: How many of Peter Port’s bombastic stories do you think are true? Trick question: It doesn’t fucking matter he has a goddamn blunderbaxe. Axerbuss? Who cares. If you don’t want it lodged in your skull you’d better start paying attention, there’s a pop quiz next week.

Mercury Black: All the other kids with their pumped up kicks are lying in shallow graves out in the woods. Because Mercury Black murdered them. When this man kicks your ass you lose your entire ass. Do not fight Mercury Black.

Emerald Sustrai: Look I know you’re pissed this green haired chick just stole your wallet. I know you’re also pissed she stole your shoes, car keys, and dignity. It’s perfectly understandable. That doesn’t mean you should fight Emerald Sustrai .She’s got shit to prove to Cinder-sempai and coming home covered in blood along with her ill-gotten gains is as good a way as any.

Qrow Branwen: To be honest, if you were to cut Qrow he would probably bleed whiskey instead of blood. That doesn’t mean that you’re going to actually cut Qrow because unless you can actually git gud, there’s a 100% chance that this drunken motherfucker is going to dodge everything you throw at him before smashing the alcohol bottle into your face before leaving to bang the local waitress. But only after finishing the booze, because it’s worth more than you.

Neapolitan: Omae wa mou shindieru.

Taiyang Xiao Long: This man had an offspring with Raven fucking Branwen and her name is fucking Yang Xiao Long. Do you really think that you’re going to be able to fight the daddest dad? Wrong. He’ll probably tap dance on your face with his crocs. 

Zwei: Don’t. Just don’t. Not unless you want all of team RWBY as well at Taiyang and more than likely literally everyone else to come beat your ass harder than your mother would with a chancla sandal.

James Ironwood: Come on, the guy has literal abs of steel. You think you’re gonna punch him without breaking your own hand? Think again. And then once you broke your own hand, odds are he’ll pull some metal gear CQC on your ass. Not to mention the man has an army at his disposal.

Winter Schnee: If you thought you could fight the little sister without getting your ass kicked, what possibly made you think that you could defeat the older sister? Rumor is that Winter can turn someone to ice simply by looking in their general direction. She was probably trained by Big Boss Ironwood personally, which means she could just as easily CQC your shit into oblivion without her weapon. With it, you’d maybe make a nice pin cushion. PS: She could also likely snap your neck like a twig with those thighs, and you’d thank her for it with your dying breath.

Still, even if he didn’t directly respond to her verbal jabs, he did comply with her request, and did allow his feet to meet the solid ground. As long as he doesn’t take to the skies again, she should be able to take him. After all, like he discovered, Aqua doesn’t fight using this ‘Ki’, whatever it was supposed to be – she figured the form of energy this set of Worlds used, but now was not the time to think about that.

She ran a hand through her hair as she mentally prepared a slew of spells, certain that the drain on her stamina should be sufficient to defeat him before it left her empty. Her eyes widened as the assailant seemingly vanished from sight. She brought her hands up to cast a barrier spell, and gasped as she was kicked away, just a tad too slow to cast. She did fly back, but recoiled with a Payback Surge before she got too far away, or was sent into any of the rocky terrain.

“Cabba!” She shouted, pointing her Keyblade at him and sending a Barrier spell his way. It made contact with the apparently exiled Saiyan and surrounded him, but not until after he landed on the ground, already having made contact. Still, with the defense around him, he should be safe until he recovers.

This wasn’t good. Her senses were starting to pick up on the speedy movements of their foe, but at her current rate… She might not be able to keep up enough just yet until it was too late…unless she was able to predict his movements and react accordingly. It was the best she had, at least until her eyes could keep up easier. Her gaze narrowed in focus and, rather than respond with words, she rushed at him, Keyblade ready to deflect any projectile blasts. She slowed before she reached him though, and pointed her blade skyward, casting a powerful Magnet spell. “Gather!” Following up immediately with a Raging Storm, a trio of fiery pillars surrounding her, hoping he wasn’t able to resist the magnet’s pull. 

"You're beginning to annoy me, pest. You're beneath me!" He growled. Flaring his Ki as he powered up, he sent a barrage of Ki blasts at dizzying speeds. They were near innumeral in number, blast after blast bombarding her like a salvo of missles.

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Meanwhile, beneath the rubble Cabba found himself barely able to move. He clenched his fists. "I'm... So weak. I can't protect anyone. I couldn't even protect my career I worked so hard for." He clenched his eyes shut, a single tear slipping out.

'For a Saiyan, surrender is a fate far worse than defeat.'

His master's words from back then resonated through his mind. He grit his teeth. Electricity began to arc over his form. "No... It's not over..." He murmured. He could see it now in his mind. His master's judging eyes looking down on him. This wasn't the end. He remembered everything all at once. Everything he'd worked for in the SDF. The years of hard work. Getting framed, then exiled... All that time and effort gone. Wasted. Now this.

It was all just too much.

Yeah, that had to be it. Lengthening hair, and then a gasp of sort as this…transformation faded, and seemingly took most of his remaining energy with it. Once she was sure it was safe to approach, Aqua rushed to his side, kneeling next to him. There didn’t seem to be much in terms of injury, at least new ones. 

She listened to him think out loud, almost as though he were chastising himself for not being able to break through that glass ceiling of sorts. However briefly, she wondered if this stubbornness about getting stronger was a ‘Saiyan’ thing or if it was just Cabba. Though that train of thought did get derailed by his offer, and it brought her a bit of a smile. 

“Wait, can you fly?” He was a bit embarrassed that he hasn’t thought of it before. However before he could elaborate on it, his senses flared. In an instant, he turned and batted away a ball of Ki intended for Aqua. His face becoming gravely serious, he glared at a helmet clad figure in armor similar to his own hovering high above.

“You. You’re SDF. Why did you attack her? I’m your target! She has nothing to do with this!”

The helmet wearing unknown saiyan chuckled darkly, his hand still extended from the ball of Ki he fired earlier. “Cabba, former Sadalan Defence Force Elite. You are hereby under arrest on two counts of murder!” He paused. “At least, that’s what I’ll tell the higher ups after I kill her.”

Cabba stiffened. He grit his teeth, his Ki flaring. “You… Bastard. I didn’t kill anyone! And now you’re bringing an innocent into this?!” He growled as he exploded into super saiyan 2.

“Hahaha, not so fast!” His foe held up a strange remote, pressing the button.

Cabba gasped as his entire body felt heavy, and his hair returned to black once more. He could barely move his body, let alone fight. “E-what did you… Do to me?!” Cabba fell to the ground, twitching.

Her eyes widened somewhat, perhaps betraying her surprise as she watched him starting to fly. How in the world…? Was it some sort of Sadala thing? Her reaction most likely gave away her answer before her words did that, no, she couldn’t just…fly. She tried to answer in words a couple times but the words didn’t come.

She saw the ball of energy speeding toward them, and was reaching out, her mouth in the process of forming the words ‘watch out’, when Cabba had turned and swiped it away. So that was his plan, was it? Kill her and pin the crime on her? And clearly, he came prepared. For Cabba, at least.

Meanwhile, the unidentified Saiyan seemed impressed. "Hoh? You can still fight even with my Ki suppression device? That shouldn't be possible." He paused, ignoring her taunts as he slowly lowered to the ground. "Unless... You're not using Ki at all, are you?" He laughed. "Splendid. That would make you a foreigner. Oh this will cause an intergalactic incident if a foreigner is killed on Sadalan soil!" He seemed gleeful at the prospect of pinning it on Cabba. Suddenly he blurred from sight and appeared directly in Aqua's guard, sending a brutal kick to her torso with intent to send her flying away. He almost followed up when a tiny blast of Ki exploded off of his back, but did no real harm. He turned around with a growl. "Persistent runt..."

Cabba stood shakily, arm outstretched from the tiny ball of Ki he'd managed to fire. "Don't... Touch her." He ground out. Unfortunately he didn't seem very imposing when he could barely stand.

Yeah, that had to be it. Lengthening hair, and then a gasp of sort as this…transformation faded, and seemingly took most of his remaining energy with it. Once she was sure it was safe to approach, Aqua rushed to his side, kneeling next to him. There didn’t seem to be much in terms of injury, at least new ones. 

She listened to him think out loud, almost as though he were chastising himself for not being able to break through that glass ceiling of sorts. However briefly, she wondered if this stubbornness about getting stronger was a ‘Saiyan’ thing or if it was just Cabba. Though that train of thought did get derailed by his offer, and it brought her a bit of a smile. 

"Wait, can you fly?" He was a bit embarrassed that he hasn't thought of it before. However before he could elaborate on it, his senses flared. In an instant, he turned and batted away a ball of Ki intended for Aqua. His face becoming gravely serious, he glared at a helmet clad figure in armor similar to his own hovering high above.

"You. You're SDF. Why did you attack her? I'm your target! She has nothing to do with this!"

The helmet wearing unknown saiyan chuckled darkly, his hand still extended from the ball of Ki he fired earlier. "Cabba, former Sadalan Defence Force Elite. You are hereby under arrest on two counts of murder!" He paused. "At least, that's what I'll tell the higher ups after I kill her."

Cabba stiffened. He grit his teeth, his Ki flaring. "You... Bastard. I didn't kill anyone! And now you're bringing an innocent into this?!" He growled as he exploded into super saiyan 2.

"Hahaha, not so fast!" His foe held up a strange remote, pressing the button.

Cabba gasped as his entire body felt heavy, and his hair returned to black once more. He could barely move his body, let alone fight. "E-what did you... Do to me?!" Cabba fell to the ground, twitching.

She didn’t mind that he seemed to go off onto another trail of thought, it almost felt like he was starting to alleviate a weight off his chest, but needed more time to decide he was ready to talk about it – whether that was an overall statement or whether it only applied to Aqua herself, she didn’t know, and it didn’t much matter.

“Cabba…that’s a nice name,” she greeted with another nod. Though he took a few steps back, and Aqua bit her lip before doing the same when she watched what he was trying to do. She could feel the very atmosphere in the air change, and she widened her stance to not lose her footing as the ground trembled. A surreal aura of pure energy enveloped him, and Aqua gasped, arms in front of her face at the display, electricity seeming to cackle around him.

"Damn... So close! I can feel it..." He said panting, sweat dripping from his brow. "What am I missing??" He asked himself as he fell back into a sitting position. He thought long and hard. Then it came to him. 'Wait, Master had to force me to transform the first time. That's it! I need a push! But where?' He thought to himself. He looked up at Aqua briefly, before discarding the idea. No disrespect to the woman, but he didn't think she would cut it.

She seemed surprised. Was training really that surprising to her? He gave a nod. “Yes, training. Something wrong?” The area around him was littered with craters and holes from the intensity of his training. He’d only trained in his base form, trying to raise his base limits to get himself that much closer to the next level. It was then that it hit him.

“Wait a second…” He muttered to himself. He observed her closely. Already he could tell she was not a saiyan. Her foreign garbs were like nothing he’d seen on Sadala. She was not a Saiyan. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before, and you’re not a Saiyan. That would explain why you’re surprised.”

Though he started to observe her, almost as though he were trying to study her and figure some things out about her without needing to ask. And…what was a Saiyan? She tilted her head. “Er, no, I don’t think I’m a…Saiyan? Am I saying it right?” She asked. The last thing she wanted to do was come off as disrespectful to someone who is so dedicated to combat that even basic training doesn’t stop until he’s sorely wounded.

"Sorry. That's a story for another time." He shrugged. "I'm over it." At her name, he chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. My manners got away from me. I'm Cabba, nice to meet you!" He greeted with a grin. "Anyway, I'm fine now. Maybe now I can..." He trailed off. His face growing focused, he clenched his fists. "Let's see if I can reach it now." He muttered.

Stepping away a few feet, he set his stance. His fist clenched tight, feet spread apart. A second later, his hair erupted into gold, luminous aura of Ki radiating from his form. Narrowing his eyes, he grunted and his hair spiked slightly longer, the aura intensifying as electricity arced all over his form. He grit his teeth.

"Haaaa..." He let out a cry as his power skyrocketed. The ground trembled and shook, rubble levitating around him everywhere. A nearby lake thrashed like an ocean in a storm. His cry of effort reached a fever pitch, the ground shattering at his feet.

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Monster-themed for the most part, but feel free to change ‘it’ pronouns to something else for a humanoid villain.