Yamo! Part 2

While I meditated on my Nimbus Cloud, my mind goes back to what has happened to me so far. Since planet Vegeta.

I still remember how my first mission went. I was three years old and deemed fit to start working for the Frieza’s forces. That mission still gives me nightmares. So much death and carnage. For what? For Frieza. All because of Frieza’s and the Saiyans lust for battle. Innocents died. I and my squad killed them with our own hands.

The weak being step on by the strong. What a load-full of crap! The strong!? That’s bullshit!

It took me years to come to terms with what happened. I swore to myself that if I could, I would stop such things from happening. Because if I don’t, who will? I’m only one person, but if there is something happening in my presence, I will not run! Not again! Not ever! That’s a mistake I’m guilty of, from my past life.

Still, it doesn’t I’ll be Mister goody two shoes. I’m not that noble, nor I am some kind of hero. I’m just a guy full of regrets.

I started to think about Yamo. That monkey. What is wrong with him? Before, I could feel his anger and thirst to kill me. Now, I can’t. Has he accomplished to hide them from me? That’s not possible. I have fought him for the last six months. I dare say I know him more than anyone of his clansmen. The reverse applies to me too. He knows me more than I care to admit. That’s how he has managed to track me the last few months. I’m sure he knows where I’ll be heading in any moment now.

‘The fight we just had today. What the hell happened!?’ I thought. ‘He had me. He didn’t have to walk towards me. Giving time to recover or do anything. He could’ve just blasted me to death from high above. Not that I’m different. I let him escape the blast radius of my explosion. Why did I do that? Have I grown fond of him? Maybe. I don’t know. I’ll have to meditate about this later. I’ve arrived.

I looked down upon the grassland. There are big wooden square-like houses all over the place. There are humans with mining equipment make their way toward the mines far off in the mountains. Others had farming equipment on them and went to the farms. There was one thing both groups had in common. Ox guards. The Oxes had humanoid forms with the exception of calf feet and an Ox-head. They had some sort of short armor pants on. Some had nothing on their upper body, other had a shirt-like armor that went well with the pant. Their skin was the highlight. There were some as white as paper and others as black as a shadow. In short, if you have seen an Ox of any color, there were here.

Anyway, the sight of humans being treated as slaves is not new to me. This can be seen all over this lands. I’ve had free as many as I could on my raids. I don’t know much about where they run off to once I free them, but I heard of some kind of resistance group. I haven’t met them yet. They are a hard bunch to find. That must the reason they haven’t been neutralized by the forces of the Six Demonic Beasts.

“It is time,” I whispered. I took a deep of a breath as I could.

“OX KING! GET OUT FROM WHEREVER YOU’RE HIDING!” I yelled with all my might, letting my Ki out so that the small fry think twice before challenging me. I breathed in and continued, “I AM YAMO! THE ONE WHO WILL KICK YOUR ASS TOWARDS OBLIVION!”

A commotion exploded down below because of my yelling and the oppressing Ki I was releasing. It was then that a laughing voice was heard.

“Ha, ha, ha. You think you are my opponent, Human!” An immense Ki was released, dwarfing and oppressing me.

Ki/Mana surpassing 20,000.

‘I can see that!’ I thought. ‘20,000. What the hell!? Did I come here too soon?’

I felt the origin of the Ki suddenly appear beside. I felt a hand on my face for a short while. When I didn’t feel the hand on my face anymore, I notice I was deep inside a mountain. I got out immediately and looked around me. I was greeted with the view of a wasteland with big rock towers everywhere.

“Weak,” I hear the same voice from back in the Ox town coming from up above.

And there he was. The Ox King, looking down on me while flouted on the sky. Towering six feet tall, close enough to be seven feet. He was different for the other Ox people back in town. He was more human. Well, only his upper body until his neck. He still had an Ox head and calf feet. He had a slim physique full of condensed muscles. He had short pant, with a belt of pouches, stopping at his knees. He had some type of battle hammer with a rectangle head on his left hand. He had bandages from his waist to his stomach and on his wrists. He only had two fingers and a thumb on his fur-covered hands. And on his neck, there was some kind of necklace made out of teeth.

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I didn’t seed any crown of his head. I’ll go ahead and guess it is the necklace. That is the only thing on him that could be used to control him.

I made a cloud and transform it into a black staff. I was ready for anything.

‘Good thing that I made it habit to leave at least a clone at the base with half my lifespan because I forgot to make a clone and use it to fight the Ox King. What a mistake. If I am destroyed, then I’ll lose half of my lifespan.’ I mentally sighed at my mistake.

“I’ll just squash you to smithereens,” The Ox king said while raising his battle hammer above his head. It started to shine bright and lightning began to crazily emanate from it. The lightning became stronger by the second. It stroke some of the rock towers, destroying what it touche and making them fall.

“Thunder Smash!” The Ox King swung his battle hammer down towards me, signaling the beginning of the fight.