As Clark issued the command and stood poised to attack, Vegetto Black kept his confident smirk forward. He paid no mind to the Kryptonian until he felt the impending surge; his eyes only shifting very slightly towards Clark as he sensed the man was about to charge. However, once Clark vanished in a strange phenomenon of colorful energy, Vegetto Black's attention turned back to Whis as if the Kryptonian never existed in the first place.
Cayde rushed forward, his eyes narrowing quickly as he reached for his holster.
"What the hell did you do to him?!"
However, Vegetto Black paid the android no mind. His confident smirk went undeterred, having no interest to even entertain or belittle the android for what just happened. Cayde kept a stern stare, as the lack of ignore normally would spark the android to make the first attack. Yet between the two, they both knew that Cayde would not attack; it would be too risky in the android's eyes and a loss to start the impending fight now.
So Cayde stepped back, watching on while the others made their own premonitions known first.
Cayde rushed forward, his eyes narrowing quickly as he reached for his holster.
"What the hell did you do to him?!"
However, Vegetto Black paid the android no mind. His confident smirk went undeterred, having no interest to even entertain or belittle the android for what just happened. Cayde kept a stern stare, as the lack of ignore normally would spark the android to make the first attack. Yet between the two, they both knew that Cayde would not attack; it would be too risky in the android's eyes and a loss to start the impending fight now.
So Cayde stepped back, watching on while the others made their own premonitions known first.
Upon further analysis of the man, there seemed to be no strange pressure or Dark Energy directly radiating from Vegetto Black. The Saiyan, aside from the anomaly of missing a soul, was no more than a mere powerful warrior. Similar and identical nearly to Vegetto in every regard. No special magical resistance or divinity above normal people; a mortal who could bleed like any other being.
Yet as the dialogue allowed for a brief pause to observe and sense the man, you could tell the body itself was fluid. Normal beings, while possessing potential that was dormant, still had a readable and static presence. One that could advance and improve, but still had an origin point to gauge something from.
Vegetto Black, however, possessed none. Whatever sense you can read of the man, you can tell in your gut that it wasn't valid or reliable. Whatever the man was capable of, power or weakness, was too fluid to truly understand.
Yet as the dialogue allowed for a brief pause to observe and sense the man, you could tell the body itself was fluid. Normal beings, while possessing potential that was dormant, still had a readable and static presence. One that could advance and improve, but still had an origin point to gauge something from.
Vegetto Black, however, possessed none. Whatever sense you can read of the man, you can tell in your gut that it wasn't valid or reliable. Whatever the man was capable of, power or weakness, was too fluid to truly understand.
With Clark gone and Cayde retreating, Vegetto Black looked towards Whis as if nothing had changed. Yet as the others spoke on his relation to his strange existence and sensation, Vegetto Black's right eyebrow immediately twitched at the words "artificial" and "zombie". A small, miniscule and miss-able crack in the confident demeanor; a blow to the man's pride.
He composed himself quickly, interjecting immediately at Zenta's question before Whis could answer. He directly overstepped and drove the conversation the way he wanted; a mocking chuckle at Whis.
"Yes...do tell. How is it that you could manage to under and overestimate me at the same time? You're supposed to be better than this...but like them...you're just another fool, pretending to the world that you have some worth."
Whis looked on sternly, yet the angel offered no immediate reaction like someone who would normally be upset if the truth was thrown in their faces. The taunt and words themselves fell on the ears of an expert, and Whis only sighed in dismissal of the accusation because Whis did not care about his reputation or image towards others. He glanced towards Zenta slightly; one eye trained on Vegetto Black at all times. As despite the goad being completely untrue, the actual question of Zenta's concern was real:
In Whis' true demeanor and wariness of Vegetto Black, it was clear that Vegetto Black could defeat Whis alone in combat and was mostly responsible for the damage done to the angel. Whis spoke flat and plain, choosing to answer Zenta's question immediately than address Vegetto Black.
"I do not know. If he's here...then she can't be far behind."
At Whis' answer, Mooli had interjected and proudly stood in defiance of Vegetto Black's orders. The doppelganger eyed her momentarily, and soon his confident smirk dropped. Instead, Vegetto Black sighed audibly in disappointment, his eyes narrowing in exhaustion of the behavior rather than frustration.
"Really?"
He stood tall with his arms at his side, continuing on without pause.
"None of you could even take me, let alone both of us. But even if you could beat me...you don't even have any reason to. It's all the same with your kind; you're either a mindless brute only looking for the simple, fleeting high of a fight... or you're shopping for another master to hold your leash. To tell you how to think, how to breathe."
Vegetto Black's arrogant smirk rose, lifting his chin slightly as he looked down on the group.
"Don't you ever get tired of this...meaningless cycle...of action and reaction? On and on...win or lose...you haven't made a single difference. Your worlds, your friends...whatever pitiful accomplishments you're proud of...they're all gone. Old news."
His eyes turned towards Bernkastel next, his devilish smirk raising slightly as if he was singling her out, despite his words being intended for everyone.
"The only thing you have left is this strange attempt to save...well...whatever this group is supposed to be. Doom broke you, but instead of scattering to save what little respect you had left for yourselves, you all clung to each other like parasites. Wasting away while you try to find any memory you can to keep yourselves warm at night."
His smug scoff came next, his eyes dancing specifically between Brachi's group.
"It's why you prattle on so much about your past...about the good ole' days. Because you know your future doesn't matter."
Vegetto Black did not wait for a reply, however, from the group as he knew no one would lash out at him immediately in anger. Instead, his eyes turned back to Whis, narrowing again.
"I'll spell it out for you: I have greater plans for this broken world. Plans that this-
Vegetto Black gestured to Whis.
-liar wants to stop."
His hands balled into fists.
"But most importantly, plans that you don't care about and don't involve you. So leave...I don't care what hole you crawl into this time. Just stay out of my way."
Vegetto Black kept his eyes narrowed, eyeing Mooli down first with a scowl.
"This is your final warning."
