>>5426450But at your declaration, they all seem to lose interest in you. Several turning away from you and moving to go about their days. But this won't do. This won't do at all. So you clench your fists, focusing and drawing upon the depths of your golden power with a roar.
“HAAAA!” you shout, aura blazing golden as you transform into a Super Saiyan. Many of those who'd turned their backs and started moving away are knocked down to the ground by the shock wave you create by transforming. Everyone looks to you with shocked expressions on their faces, you smirking down at the weaklings.
“Maybe you all didn't hear me. I said I'm looking for the one called Soba the Undefeated.” you say, picking the single strongest one out of the group as you level your left hand's pointer finger at the standing creature. “Tell me where he is, now.”
“I don-” he starts, you immediately firing a Death Beam straight through his chest. Several of the other Yardratians all gasp out in surprise, the one you'd shot clutches at his chest as he sinks to his knees. He gurgles and gasps for air as his body fails, powerlevel rapidly shrinking as the rest begin radiating with fear. That fear washes over you, and oh boy:
It feels <span class="mu-i">GOOD</span>!
For a moment or two you just drink it in, letting their terror wash over and inundate you just as Darth Bane had taught you to do. The sensation feels far better than anything you've ever felt, the pleasure making you lose track of everything and everyone for a moment or two. But now's not the time for such things, no matter how tempting it is. Despite this new rush, you're here for one reason and one reason only. So you shake your head, trying to clear it a bit and focus back on your goal before addressing them all once more.
“I don't like repeating myself. Where. Is. He?” you demand, pointing at another one. As you do, you sense two distinct powerlevels behind you simply vanish. Which isn't surprising, as you learned that these people are the ones who invented the Instant Transmission skill. You hope they're going to fetch Soba for you, which would save you the trouble of hunting him down. You then see another raising their hand to their forehead, but enough have escaped to bring stronger warriors here. So you turn, immediately firing your beam through that one's elbow. But still feeling the high of their fear rushing through you, you put a bit too much force behind it and sever its arm completely.
