Shivero's Ship

[Story]

Within the confines of his ship, Lord Shivero had just received word that the others had finally returned to the ship. As such, he then proceeded to speak over the intercom and called fourth a meeting between himself, Lotren, and the others; Completely unaware of the changes he was about to be informed of. He was proud of them for repelling those who attacked the cerealians which he could only assume was some strange scheme of one of the other emperors from the other quadrants trying to overtake his property. However, they clearly learned the hard way that his own empire was superior to whoever was killed.
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Lord Shivero: Lotren, Zeirth, and Bellra. You are to report to the command center immediately in regard to your mission.​

After doing so, Shivero layed back in his seat with the Dragon Ball given to him by the human Vane, he had heard stories of these special orbs that can grant wishes, but he has yet to actually see it happen. For that reason, he was beginning to actually doubt just how valuable they really were. However, he also decided to wait it out until he eventually found all 7 of them in order to actually test them out; But for the moment he wanted to personally do something for the group who protected his most valuable planet.
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Lord Shivero: Cherry, when the group arrives don't forget to give them their reward. Be a little extra... generous as well.​

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[CairoOnyx]

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷

Lotren is a Saiyan stuck between two worlds and two philosophies. Raised by the disciplined warrior Lottus and influenced by the ruthless of his grandfather Turles. Beneath his composed exterior lies an unyielding determination to protect those he loves, shaped by loss, hardship, and the burdens of his lineage.


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Quite some time had passed since the battle on Cereal, maybe a few days or so; Lotren had woken up next to Bellra after some intense "sessions" together. Putting on his signature white and purple outfit even though it was completely shredded, it was all he had for the time being. As the pod they were in docked into the side of Shivero's main ship, the group would be greeted by one of the force members. One who Lotren hadn't seen in quite some time and it was honestly a good thing as he had been trying to get new accessories similar to a special saiyan from the past. To his surprise, this member had a whole new set of clothing waiting for him specially designed to fit his style, complete with the very accessories he had been speaking to him about a few times before.
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Vero Force Member: Lotren, as requested I finally finished your custom outfit. The necklace and head piece are meant to help control you power and keep it front reaching a certain threshold. You can set it manually with this control device. The outfit is made similar to our own outfits and are able to stretch and reform when you go in/out of your ape form. The clothes themselves are also very heavy duty despite how they look. I even made boots, gauntlets, and bicep cuffs to match your necklace. Though those 3 are simply for visual asthetics to complete your look. Try it on and let me know how you like it.​

With that, Lotren stepped back inside the pod for a moment to change his clothes. After a few moment he returned from the pod with a satisfied smile on his face from the way they fit, how light they were, and similar it felt to the old battle armor he use to wear as a kid. But obviously reinforced and more modern.
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Lotren: You never fail to amaze me, Cue. The new outfit looks great, feels amazing, the payment ahead of time was for sure worth it. - I guess I better head to see Lord Shivero now that i'm back.​

Just as he finished the sentence, Lotren began making his way to Shivero's command center.


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[King]

His memories of Cereal came back in fragments. The battle, him transcending to the Legendary Great Ape. Then nothing but instinct and rage and flashes of rage that he felt wasn't entirely engineered on his own. He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, isolated from everyone else. The intercom echoed throughout the ship. "Lotren, Zerith, and Bellra. You are to report to the command center immediately in regard to your mission." There wasn't much to say. He gave off a "Hmph" before leaving his quarters. Zerith made his way through the ship's corridor at an unhurried pace. Crew members moved around him carrying supplies, reports, and equipment while conversation gradually filled the halls. He ignored it as it didn't have any meaning to him to whatever people decided to conversate about.

Meanwhile, his thoughts quietly circulated around his brain. Zerith wasn't insecure enough to lie to himself. Lotren had become stronger, much stronger. They were once equals, but now that was no longer the case. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. This meant there was another wall to climb. As he approached the command center, his eyes briefly shifted towards Lotren's new attire.

"Good. You finally ditched whatever that was you were wearing before."

The compliment came casually. There was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice before his attention returned to the doors leading into Shivero's chambers. The smirk suddenly disappeared, not out of fear but because this part mattered. Without any other word, Zerith stepped through the entrance alongside the others. His posture remained straight, his expression was calm but stern.
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[Story]

When both Lotren and Zerith walked into his command chambers, he signaled Cherry to pay the two of them as they were the only ones to actually show up. While this irritated him as he took the absence of Bellra as disrespect for not showing up to his personal request, there were more pressing matters at hand which he needed to personally train the brothers for. But first he waited for Cherry to give the two their payments and get more information on what happened on Cereal since Tank & Jean never showed back up. With that, Cherry approached both Zerith and Lotren holding a large box of pol. Once opening the box, she handed Lotren around 15 Gold, 10 Blue, and 15 Platinum/Silver, and Zerith about half of that.
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Cherry: Here is your reward for protecting Planet Cereal, Lord Shivero is being grateful with this amount, but you did well. Use it wisely.​

The rest within the box will be closed in and taken back with Cherry. After doing so, Shivero will now lift a finger and motion for both Lotren & Zerith to step fourth.
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Lord Shivero: First, did the mission go smoothly? What information did you learn from it, and where exactly are Tank & Jean?​

Lord Shivero: Second, we will be going to my personal planet. I have another mission for you that I need you to be prepared for as this will not be an easy task. You will also need to rally your sister. This is a personal request from your father, Lottus. He has become a great friend and ally of mine, so this is a favor for him. I will inform you of the mission once we arrive on my planet.​

 

[CairoOnyx]

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷

Lotren is a Saiyan stuck between two worlds and two philosophies. Raised by the disciplined warrior Lottus and influenced by the ruthless of his grandfather Turles. Beneath his composed exterior lies an unyielding determination to protect those he loves, shaped by loss, hardship, and the burdens of his lineage.






Lotren had accepted the currency from Cherry, though for a moment he kept his eyes on her as this was the first time he's seen her in anything outside of her usual battle attire. The two of them weren't particularly close, in fact his feelings towards her were no different than they were from the others within the empire. He didn't know her, nor did he care enough to get to know her BUT he'd be lying if he said she didn't look good in her new outfit. Nonetheless, once Shivero motioned them forward after accepting his payment; This is when the explanation for everything began.
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Lotren: I wouldn't say it went smoothly, Lord Shivero. We lost Vane, Jean was killed, and Tank is in critical condition. We had him brought back and put into one of our healing pods. However, we did successfully eliminate the enemies from the planet. Not much was found out about why they were after the planet, however... their ship logo.. It was of a strange snowflake with a T in the center of it.​

He hadn't realized that the information he gave to Shivero was a very important piece of information. However, the next thing he said is what worried him. If their father requested for them to be trained by Lord Shivero, then the mission they're going on must be crucial.
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Lotren: It'd be an honor to train with you, Lord Shivero. Though I must ask, does this mission have anything to do with the symbol on the ships i mentioned?​

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[King]

Zerith accepted the pouch from Cherry. before securing it into his pocket. He gave the contents a little more of a passing glance. It was a fair reward but money hadn't been much of a motivator for him. There were things he valued more than currency. As Lord Shivero asked about Planet Cereal, Zerith remained silent while Lotren gave the report. His brother covered everything that needed to be said. There was no point in repeating it. However, calling it a clean success would've been a lie. Too many people hadn't returned.

When the conversation shifted toward another mission and their father's request, his attention returned to Shivero. Lotren wasn't someone who relied on anyone unless he believed it was necessary. If he wanted Shivero to train them personally, then whatever awaited them was going to demand far more than what they had shown on Planet Cereal. Zerith finally spoke.

"I don't need the details yet. If we're training first, then there's a reason."

"Cereal made one thing clear. We got work to do."

There wasn't any frustration behind the words. Just honesty. Zerith had never been interested in pretending to be stronger than he was. A faint smile suddenly surfaced on his face. He met Shivero's gaze without flinching.
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[Story]

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Shivero remained seated as one finger rested against his cheek while his tail lay coiled beside the throne. At first, Shivero processed the report as any ruler would. Planet Cereal had been secured, the enemy force had been eliminated, and the immediate threat to the empire had been removed. Yet the cost of that victory settled into the room one name at a time: Vane had been lost, Jean had been killed, and Tank now lay critically wounded inside one of the empire’s healing pods. Shivero’s expression did not visibly shift when Lotren mentioned Jean’s death, but his eyes lowered by the slightest degree. He had watched soldiers die before, entire battalions even, and he understood that an empire built through war could not be maintained without sacrifice. Still, these were not nameless troops who had fallen on a distant battlefield; they were people who had served beneath his banner and fought beside those he considered his own. However, once Lotren mentioned a certain logo, Shivero's blood began to boil and it could be easily noticed by the intense pressure that started to emit from him. The finger resting against his cheek stopped moving, and the faint sound of his tail slamming against the floor echoed through the control room. It was a small reaction, but those who knew Shivero understood that small reactions from him were often more dangerous than open rage. Shivero’s mind moved through memories he had spent years trying to bury. The snowflake logo belonged to an individual that had once operated side by side with him. Shivero had believed this was no longer something he needed to worry about, but clearly, he was wrong.

When Lotren asked whether the new mission had anything to do with the symbol, Shivero slowly lifted his eyes toward him. For a brief moment, he did not simply see Lotren as a Saiyan soldier standing before his throne after a difficult mission. He saw the boy he had took in as a favor to the boy's father. Lotren had noticed the importance of the symbol without being told, and that awareness mattered more to Shivero than any report of enemy casualties. It showed that he was learning to look beyond the immediate danger and recognize the other things moving around him that may or may not be as important. Then Zerith spoke, and Shivero’s attention shifted toward him. Zerith did not demand answers, nor did he attempt to disguise the failures of Planet Cereal beneath pride or excuses. His words carried no frustration, only a calm recognition that if Shivero himself was going to train them, then the danger ahead had to be far greater than anything they had faced so far. The faint smile on Zerith’s face was not arrogance; it was the expression of someone who understood that improvement was necessary and was prepared to earn it. Shivero respected that more than he would ever openly admit, because too many warriors mistook denial for confidence. In Zerith, he saw a different kind of strength, one built on recognizing the distance between who he was and who he needed to become.​

Shivero: You lost Vane, Jean is dead, and Tank is currently battling for his life. Yet you stand before me with the enemy defeated, their forces broken, and enough awareness to understand that victory is not the same thing as success. That is progress. - And you have learned something many Saiyans never do: strength is not proven by refusing to acknowledge weakness. Strength is proven by identifying it before someone else uses it to bury you.​

Shivero: The symbol you saw is not something you should have encountered on Planet Cereal. It belongs to Tundra.. my older brother. The fact that he's trying to take back one of my planets means one of two things. Either he's losing ground within his own galaxy, or he's simply trying to piss me off to get me to go after him directly.​

Shivero stood from his throne and stepped closer to Lotren and Zerith, lowering his voice so that the next words belonged only to them despite the crowded hall. His gaze first settled on Lotren, then quickly moved towards Zerith.
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Shivero: You will train with me because what comes next will not care how much potential either of you possess. Potential does not stop a blade from reaching your throat, and it does not bring the dead back once they are gone. Potential does not keep Tank alive, and it will not protect this empire if those collectors decide to turn their attention toward us. The mission itself is connected more to your bloodline, but now with Tundra making moves on my property... I'll be personally training you and preparing you for battle over the next few years until you're ready to face him, in case I am ever killed. - For now, go prepare yourselves, we will be landing soon.​

Within the next few moments, the ship was finally approaching Shivero's personal planet where he would be training both Lotren & Zerith personally.

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[Yozu]

She didn't hear the announcement the first time, she was still asleep.

The battle on Cereal lingered in fragments behind closed eyes. Flashes of crimson, shattered earth, the artificial moon hanging overhead, and the feeling of becoming something she hadn't been able to control. Even awake, those memories clung to her like smoke. When the intercom echoed through the ship a second time, she stirred with a quiet groan, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling before finally sitting upright.

Her eyes drifted toward the empty space beside her where Lotren had already been. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the night prior, their "sessions" so to speak.. before she noticed the time.

"...Shit."

She scrambled out of bed, pulling on the first clean set of clothes she could find. She hurriedly tied the crimson sash around her waist and rushed through the corridors of Shivero's ship, earning a few curious looks from passing crew members as she hurried by. She muttered a quick apology to anyone she nearly collided with but never slowed her pace.

By the time she reached the command centre, she stopped outside the doors just long enough to catch her breath. She straightened her clothes, brushed a few loose strands of hair back into place, and took one slow breath before stepping inside, the moment she entered, she immediately lowering her head respectfully.

"My apologies, I overslept. "

She remained there for a moment before rising back up. Her eyes shifted briefly toward Lotren and Zerith, and despite the serious atmosphere, she couldn't help feeling relieved to see them both standing there. They had survived. That alone was enough, her gaze lingered on Lotren for a heartbeat before a small smile crossed her face.

"...The new outfit suits you."

Turning her attention back to Shivero, the smile faded, replaced by a more thoughtful expression.

"I heard enough before coming in to understand what happened. Cereal wasn't a clean victory. We survived, but we paid for it."

She looked down at her hands, quietly flexing her fingers as memories of the battle resurfaced.

"I learned something out there. I kept trying to answer strength with more strength, but the only reason I stayed alive was because I started paying attention. I stopped chasing my opponent and started studying him. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be standing here."

Her voice grew quieter as another memory surfaced "And then there was... the transformation." For a brief moment, she hesitated.

"I remember pieces of it. Not all of it. I remember losing control, and I remember how easy it was to let instinct take over. That worries me more than anything else." Slowly, she closed her hand into a fist before meeting Shivero's gaze.

"If your brother is making his move, then whatever comes next is only going to be harder. I don't want to become someone my allies have to worry about protecting. I want to be someone they can rely on."

She stood a little straighter, the uncertainty fading from her expression and giving way to quiet determination.

"So if you're willing to train us... I'll give it everything I've got. However long it takes, I'll master that power instead of letting it master me."​