To be a Viltrumite (Dc)

Groaning as my back spasms in pain. I slowly and a bit shakily stand to my feet. Surrounding me is a 3-meter deep trench caused by yours truly getting punched hard.

"Do you yield?"

The familiar voice of my one and only friend says as I nod a bit. Ursall smiles slightly and lands next to me.

"You're improving. And fast. I was trained by the best and yet you're able to match me for a long period." She compliments. But I just groan. She's strong. Like, if fighting Onann is like fighting a persistent teenager. Fighting Ursall is like fighting a Grown man on steroids. That knows alien martial arts. And they're also distractingly attractive. Or I'm just horny.

It's been a few weeks since we met. Deciding to take time training I've been getting taught the hard way under Ursall about Viltrumite martial arts. Before I was using it textbook-wise. Effective. But not efficient. Now I use it with more skill.

"Did you have to go so hard on me though? I told you I wasn't fighting to win but to learn." I whine a bit. Working out the kinks in my back as I look at the slightly shorter girl. Who's still smiling?

"I find you're complaints fairly amusing. Most other Viltrumites would rather die than express themselves so often." I nod. Alot of other Viltrumites have sticks up their asses and a metric ton of pride.

"Where's your brother. I thought he was watching us fight not to long ago?" I question as I note Onann's disappearance. Ursall sighs at that.

"My brother is an odd case. Lately, you've earned his slight respect. Which is a miracle as when he has an opinion on something he never changes it." Ursall draws on as I nod.

"Before, when he first encountered you. He planned to kill you. Assuming your triumph over Thidor to be nothing but pure luck. At first. I assumed the same until I saw you in combat. You fight with an edge my brother doesn't have. That's why I concluded you would beat him in a traditional death battle.

You've fought nothing but opponents stronger than you. I could tell by how you maneuvered during you're very brief clash with my brother. While Onaan has only dealt with those marginally weaker. And you hold a small edge in raw power. So the fight would've ended in your favor. Even if Onaan has far better training. His arrogance would've gotten him killed."

I hum. That's a pretty deep assessment. She's good. I never really noticed. But outside of the one mission I took. I've almost always been fighting physically superior opponents. But how would that give me an edge over others at my level?

I feel my mind wander before I feel my sleave get tugged.

"Vergil, I'm curious. Is your mother's race physically impressive? For a lesser species, I mean." I shake my head immediately. They aren't anything strong. I'd say they're physically weaker than humans as well if anything.

"No, they aren't. Impressive technology is their only strength. Why?" I ask. Genuinely curious as Ursall hums.

"Then how come you're so strong? You haven't even reached proper maturity. Yet you could match my brother. Who's years older than you and has been trained by the strongest Viltrumite in history personally? And you can briefly match me as well."

I almost blush at the praise. Scratching my arm out of reflex to being embarrassed I laugh a bit.

"I don't think I'm that strong-"

"There's no reason to pretend. I know you have a high opinion of yourself. You just feel embarrassed that you're finally being acknowledged by someone." Ursall cuts me off with a teasing smile making me scowl. For an alien princess, she can sure be a tease.

"Shut it."

I get a punch to the shoulder for that. Making me wince.

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Descending into my birth planet's atmosphere at a rapid speed. I immediately find myself floating down to a familiar palace. My face went blank as the guards bowed to me immediately.

Flying to the throne room. I find the familiar sight of my mother sitting on her throne. But something's different. My eyes dart to the corner of the room where another praying mantis alien can be seen peaking around the corner with clear curiosity as I raise an eyebrow.

"Mezeek! Come out! Big brothers here!" Mom calls out as the bug hiding behind the corner slowly walks out nervous. Huh. Big brother?

"You had another child?" I ask a bit perplexed. The praying mantis-esque child runs up to me clearly in awe as I blink down at my... half-sibling?

"Yes. I need an heir. As you aren't in the line. And I've grown quite fond of little Mezeek's father." I nod good to see she can still find love even after the violation which led to my birth

The child- My half-sibling. Mezeek reaches up toward me. Their three fingers grasp as I sigh and easily lift them.

"Boy or girl?"

"Girl"

I nod and smile. Lifting my half-sibling in the air I spin around at a massively subdued rate so as not to make this scary.

I get very human-like giggles from the young girl. Despite her clear alien appearance. Her mandibles chatter and she claps her hands and I smile.

"Fly! Fly!"

I almost grin at the words. My feet leave the ground as I float a few feet above the floor. The girl was giggling madly.

But she seems to suddenly conclude something as she observes my appearance.

"If you're my big brother. Why do you look like the strong bad men that visited a few cycles ago?" I almost cringe.

"Well- uh you see..." I try to give a child-friendly explanation of how I look so different even though we're half-siblings.

"Oh, are you saying your dad was a bad man who took advantage of Mama and led to you being born?" The very young girl concludes easily as I blink rapidly before nodding a bit shakily.

"Yea..."

"It's okay big brother Vergil! I love you still! Mama told me about how you were at my age. And how brave you are." That gets me to sigh in relief. I wouldn't want my younger sister to hate me for Conquest being a sick degenerate.

Looking at my mother I see her looking at the two of us with barely contained love. I feel my heart quicken as I take in her appearance.

Long gone is her youthful bug face. I see a sign of wrinkles under her eyes her once vibrant green skin is very dull green. Her mandibles are shorter.

'She's getting older.'

That thought horrified me. I gently put down Mezeek. My heart is pounding as I stare.

"Mother... how much longer?"

She doesn't need to ask what I mean. She seems to know immediately and sighs.

"Not long. 2 more rotations around the sun at most. Mezeek will take over by the next rotation." I feel myself freeze. She has at most 2 years left alive.

I move forward and hug her tightly. I can only visit this planet so often under the guise of a wage report. If I miss her final moments. I don't know what I'd do.

I... don't want her to go. It's selfish. I know but I want her to live as long as me. 5 years? Just 5 years of life? Mezeek will be dead by the time I'm Biologically 7. That's scary.

This species' life span is far too short it won't be long before my teather is gone. The one thing keeping me attached to the ground. Keeping me from mentally floating off and becoming no different from those stuck-up Viltrumites.

I let out a shaky shudder at the thought. I hug my mother slightly tighter. Not enough to hang her but enough to express my worry.

"Is there not any other way?"

That gets me a sad smile? Hard to tell. Mandibles and all. My mother rubs the side of my head slowly.

"Oh, Vergil. My little shooting star. I'm getting old baby, when it's my time to go. Like my father and your grandfather. And his mother and your great-grandmother. I'll accept my death."

I feel small amounts of tears build up as I nod. I could never be this Vulnerable on Viltrum. Never.

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Is it weird to admit that the place I go to calm myself is space? It's calming. No noise. No disturbances. Just me and my thoughts.

Sitting on Viltrum's moon I silently wonder why other Viltrumites don't visit the moon as often as I do. Not like I mind, more me time.

My memories of my last life are borderline non-existent. The small things I've kept a grasp on are- I'm in a fictional universe or what should be a fictional universe. There's a really strong man on Earth called Clark Kent or Superman. There's this group of strong individuals on Earth called the League of justice or something along those lines. And I was once a human.

That's it. That's all I remember. I get bleary dreams of unfamiliar faces from my past life. I can never distinguish their appearances. Or personality. I know I had a mom and a dad. Not what they looked like or how they were.

Each memory of my past is constantly overlapped and overwritten by my present. Not that I mind. Wasting my time grieving the loss of people I can't meet or see anymore would be useless.

Clenching my fist. I let out a sigh that doesn't make any sound. Space and all. I'm stronger. If I fought the young kid who just got his powers about a year ago. I'd one-shot myself.

I can now stand toe to toe with some of the younger Viltrumites and likely beat a good amount of them if it came down to it. But I can't tell if this strength is enough for anything to come.

(Your fascination with the moon is interesting, Vergil.) A familiar voice rings in my head as I turn to the left and spot Ursall. The only non psychotic Viltrumite I've met.

(How did you find me?) I ask as the Girl floats down and sits across from me on another rock. Unlike my standard white Viltrumite soldier clothing Ursall wears royal red Viltrumite armor. Showing off her status as heir.

(It's not hard to spot a lone Viltrumite brooding on the moon. This place doesn't have many visitors.) I grunt in acknowledgement through our mental link.

(Do you have any idea what lord Thragg is planning with the Gelderians? Or are you left in the dark as well princess.) I questioned intently, all he said was that there was going to be a war. Or at least that's all I remember.

Ursall blinks rapidly. Before she punches my shoulder making me wince. She needs to hold back seriously.

(My father already briefed you on our plans during the gathering. Vergil. Were you even paying attention when he was speaking?) Ursalls voice in my head makes me blush in embarrassment as I scratch my arm.

(Yeah, I paid attention. My memory is just bad you know?) That gets me a blank look from the alien Princess.

(No, you are a poor liar Vergil. And why do you refer to me as princess?) I resist the urge to sigh.

(Because your Father is the Grand regent. And you're his heir. So you're like the king's daughter.) I explain getting a mental hum from the girl.

(I don't like being referred to as 'Princess', but if you wish to use such words regarding me I don't mind.) I nod. Before we fall into a comfortable silence.

(Have you ever been to our sun?) Ursall suddenly asks as I shake my head no in response. Suddenly the Viltrumite royal smiles mischievously. A weird look on her normally stoic face.

(Do you wish to visit it?) That makes me perk up. I've never actually bothered Visiting any stars. Even though I've traveled numerous lightyears in my new life.

(Sure it could be fun)

I don't get any warning before Ursall pulls my arm and we go flying off toward the direction of Viltrums yellow sun.

At our speed. It takes no less than a single minute before we're floating a few hundred feet from the big ball of heat.

Squinting hard. I mentally groan I annoyance. It's bright as hell. Moving a bit closer out of curiosity as my eyes adapt to the suns brightness in mere moments I go from a few hundred feet of the star to right infront of it.

Doing something incredibly dumb. I dip my hand into the star briefly. Cringing at the heat. It stings a bit but I also feel invigorated? How does that work.

(Be careful. While our body's Resilience is immense if we aren't careful a solar flare could harm us badly.) I blink and on que a large beam of light shoots off from the sun a good distance away.

(Oh.... hey Ursall. Your versed in this stuff. The sun stung my hand but it also made me feel better somehow. Care to explain?) I ask the knowledgeable girl.

She nods as she observes the star.

(It's natural that you feel 'better' after coming into contact with a yellow star. While separated by a couple hundred thousand years. We share a common ancestor with the Now extinct Kryptonians and the Daximites. The sun holds the same empowering effect on us that it does them but it also harms us.

Our body's lack the natural capability to absorb energy from the stars that our two sister races hold. So when our smart atoms come into contact with a yellow star it eats enough energy that it's overfeeding itself. And we don't have any natural filters like our distant cousins have.)

I nod along with the explanation. Basically. We can't absorb sunlight safely cause our cells and smart atoms overfeed themselves when making contact with a star. Basically killing themselves in the process. And they can't filter the energy like the Kryptonians and Daximites.

But my real question is how come were so strong without being able to safely absorb sun radiation like our sister species. Probably natural ability? Or an ancestral trait.

Maybe being reliant on yellow suns is what limited our two sibling species from being naturally strong. A Kryptonian or Daximite under a red sun is no better than a human. While we're unaffected regardless.

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Meeting Ursall fist to fist I grunt in effort as I slowly overpowered her. I've earned the edge in physical strength through pure grit and pain.

It's a small edge but still an edge. Getting an eyebrow raise from my friend. She simply maneuvers away from our clash. Making me soar forward a bit unwillingly before she folds me on her leg in a hard kick.

"Impressive. You've surpassed me in raw physical output. It seems the beatings I've given you have been quite helpful." Ursall comments as I Wheeze on her leg.

Grasping the limb implanted in my stomach. I throw the girl away and launch myself toward her. Long gone is the brash Forceful way of flying. I don't fight against gravitys pleas. I move through it with consent.

My understanding of all my powers has reached a new level the past few weeks. Twisting around Ursall I double axe slam into her back and send her soaring through numerous mountains before she halts herself and blasts back toward me.

Entering my combat stance. We begin to trade blows rapidly. Each punch I throw is met with a dodge or a beautiful parry. She's still way more skilled than me.

I dodge a telegraphed punch and realize too late it was a feint. My nose is flattened by a follow up punch as I'm launched through numerous trees.

Groaning in pain as I finnaly come to a painful stop. My body slamming through a mountain before a large bolder stopped my crashing. I rub my aching back as grimace at the cracked rock before I dodge out of pure instinct. Ursalls kick shattering the massive boulder I crashed in to.

"Do you have to fight so serious all the time? This is sparring." I complain a bit as I duck under another kick. Grabbing Ursalls over extended leg I pull her close for a headbutt. Returning the bloody nose.

We separate after another exchange of super speedy blows. Ursall looks unfazed despite the flattened nose. Weirdly hot. Even with blood pooling down her chin.

Shaking my head to escape the trance I found myself in Ursall speaks up.

"There is no room to 'Take it easy' in combat I've lectured you enough on this Vergil." Her voice is serious despite the teasing smile as I scowl.

"Well I'm done for today I haven't ate in a while." I wave my hand as I turn to leave this desolate planet. One of the many in our solar system. Ursall and I decided to use it for a sparring grounds so we could push ourselves without worrying about collateral.

I smirk as I hear the girl slowly following behind me. She's been like this since we've met. Where I go she follows. I don't mind. She's the only person outside of my mother who I've truly opened up to plus she's hot.

If my life wasn't a whirlwind of shit I'd shoot my shot at her. Even though I'd likely get rejected. But I too focused on well, not fucking dying and getting stronger than to worry about a girl.

A sudden beeping noise resonates from my friends armor as she hums in confusion.

Pressing down on her chest area I hear a deep voice speak from the communicator she has on her person.

"Ursall, where have you been? Your brother told me you left off planet with someone else not to long ago?" I cringe in fear at the familiar voice of Thragg.

Ursall goes to respond as I frantically wave my hands infront of myself. Hoping she understands the message to not mention me to the 6'10 behemoth of a man.

"I was having a duel with a close acquaintance, Father." Ursall answers her dad as I resist the urge to scream in terror.

"Hmm, is it Conquests son? I've heard he clashed with Onaan not to long ago. Have you taken an interest?" I feel myself die inside. Thragg knows who I am. The one person I wanted to stay completely clear of.

"Affirmative."

I try my best to not punch my friend. Before sighing and accepting my fate. Killed by the Grand Regent for being too close with his daughter. What a way to go.