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Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Darkblade » Fri Jan 26, 2018 6:49 am

Leaving the others to their own training, Khol, Piccolo and Kures headed to the place Khol had built his little home. He might decide on living somewhere else but for the moment, the place he had carved out seemed to do the job. He had a few ideas on what he was going to do with these two, though perhaps he ought to take it easy on them. They were a ways off being able to truly spar with him, so probably best to warm them up to a real fight.

“Well I assume you want to rest a bit first, and get use to the place. Not that there is much to get use to.”

Khol felt it was nicer than suggesting they wouldn’t be up to much today, and considering the defeat he handed them it wasn’t like they’d suddenly have improved.

“I’ll hopefully have thought of something for you to do tomorrow.”

Kures had to ponder what exactly it was her brother had in mind, now he was deciding to take a more active role in their training. What had he learned so far away from home? It was likely to be interesting. Piccolo didn’t say anything, assuming the cross legged pose he always seemed to adopt when there wasn’t fighting to be had. Kures had been trying it out herself, but sitting still just wasn’t her thing. But there wasn’t going to be much to do if Khol and Piccolo weren’t doing anything, so she opted to using her brother’s house to crash in.

-----

Sleeping on the ground was nice and all, but her Brother might’ve thought about putting a bed in his house. It was practically just walls and a roof, but then he’d apparently only built it while training. So maybe he hadn’t gotten around to thinking about comfort, even a saiyan needed a place to sleep. When he got outside he saw Khol leaning against a massive boulder, there was another sitting next to it.

“She’s awake, I suppose that means you get to start one the basics.”

Piccolo hadn’t moved since the previous day, though his eyes were now open watching Khol. Who placed his palm against the boulder he was leaning against, Kures had to ponder how he had even gotten the boulders here without her hearing him. But before that thought could be pondered upon, the boulder shattered into pieces. Well that explained where he got the rock for his house.

“That one there is your target, no punching it to pieces. No flashy attack to reduce it to rubble, gather your strength and transfer it to the rock and let it do all the hard work.”

Kures then recognized the technique, it was the one he’d sent her to the ground with in the first fight with him. Though perhaps she’d seen it before then, that technique where he seemed to punch air but smacked her flying. Was that what he was getting at? But there was only one boulder.

“And what are you two going to be doing?”

Piccolo was now stretching, as he anticipated with hunger what Khol was seemingly offering.

“Well I promised Piccolo I’d spare with him a time or two during this training, so might as well do it while you do some homework so to speak.”

Kures was a bit disappointed that she wasn’t going to get to take part, but it would seem Khol was setting her a test to overcome. So it was she began channeling her ki, as the pair began to trade blows behind her. Opting for a purely physical fight, likely for her benefit. As an errant ball of ki might ruin her efforts, or simply cause they found it more enjoyable. Bringing her ki to bear seemed easy, but as she placed her palm upon the boulder it didn’t move and just remained gathered within her body. She pushed against the rock, and still her ki remained unmoved to her efforts. Looks like this test was going to be a bit harder than she expected, she doubted Piccolo was able to do it so why wasn’t he doing this too? Likely Khol couldn’t convince the proud Namekian into the learner role, the fellow was stubborn. Though that wasn’t bringing her anywhere nearer the solution to her problem.

-----

The days had blurred, with her standing before this damnable boulder her palm ached. It was difficult to grasp why it ached so much, she had only been placing her palm against the boulder. But she could see the red on the rock, there was doing more than she thought she was. Likely out of irritation that her ki wasn’t doing what she wanted it to, unlike forming it into an attack she was trying to transmit it’s effect without a real focus. No starting point to wrap her power around, just her the boulder and her increasingly sore palm.

She recalled just how scarred Khol’s right palm was, while recounting the battle Raditz had noted the only damage they did to him was done by himself. Some massive technique that matched the combined might of the others and the human, but no she’d seen the scars there during her own fight. The healing beans didn’t seem to do anything about them, while others recovered from seemingly worse wounds. Would this path he set her on lead to her own palm being as messed up as his arm?

“You’re over thinking it.”

It was piccolo, Khol seemingly was off to get food. Though why he wasn’t just meditating like usual when that happened was beyond her.

“It’s not some technique he’s teaching, it’s much simpler.”

Piccolo thought on that for a second, reassessing what was expected of Kures before continuing.

“Well, the premise is simple. You transmit your attack beyond the initial impact, thus allowing you to bypass the natural defenses of a body. It would seem he’s went beyond the kiai as we Earthlings call it, which turns an attack into air pressure to attack a foe from a distance. For a fool he can be quite infuriatingly intelligent..”

Kures understood a bit of what he was saying, but that didn’t really bring her any closer to a solution. Piccolo seemed to be done on giving advice, as he returned to his meditation. Probably irked by her brother’s apparent intelligence when it came to fighting, or he felt it was best to leave her to it now he’d said his piece. So again she placed her palm against the boulder, and tried again, and again.

-----
Piccolo and Khol were certainly enjoying themselves, Piccolo was moving faster than he had before he had against her. She was sure Khol was indulging Piccolo by keeping things at their level, but she ought to be more worried about the lack of progress she was making. She had almost lept for joy the first time she’d managed to have her ki just graze the boulder, thinking she had gotten a handle on it. But apparently that was the easy part, getting ki to leave the body without the usual focus points one generates. If anything it was similar to her wrapping herself in ki, though not similar enough to have made it take any less time. She recalled Khol’s words after she managed it, how he could keep an eye on her while fighting piccolo was beyond her.

‘Good, you’ve got your needle. Now forge it.”

She remembered him grinning even while evading Piccolo’s attacks, her brother was an odd ball. More so than Kakarotto, who had a habit of smiling in battle. Khol however seemed to find it far more amusing, as she hadn’t yet seen him drop this jovial attitude and adopt a more serious tone like Kakarotto would when it was necessary. Though Piccolo had him beat on just how serious he could be, namekians were probably a pretty serious race.

“Stop dawdling, and finish your homework. Or you won’t have any time to have fun.”

Khol while her biological brother, was the least likable. True he didn’t know she was his sister, but boy did he like his little injokes. As much as it was nice to see he wasn’t overly worried, she couldn’t help but think he ought to be taking this seriously. How was she going to get better at this with little more than his jokes? Piccolo wasn’t exactly helpful on this matter, but he’d given her more advice on what she was meant to be doing. But no, he had to give her a cryptic remark then back to being happy go lucky. She placed her palm against the boulder, her ki once again managing to just chip away at it.

“Going to take you a long time to do it that way.”

And there he was with criticism, she balled her palm into a fist her frustration getting the better of her. The punch she gave the boulder wasn’t all that much, but she felt as if her ki were launching some massive attack in reaction to her movements. The poor boulder didn’t stand much of a chance, as it showered the area with debris. She slumped to her knees, not out of shock but exhaustion.

“You put a bit too much into that, but I suppose it’s a start.”

Khol was behind her now, inspecting the rubble with a smirk on his face.

“What?”

She didn’t exactly have the mental energy to process what he was saying, but it seemed like he had been expecting his.

“While your frustration helped you throw more behind your punch, you need to be mindful that you’re also throwing away your ability to limit yourself. Could throw your back out doing it that way, but then I’ve had years of practice before I even tried doing this. So I suppose we can call it a pass. But I suppose you need some nap time..”

She merely slumped further to the ground, she didn’t have the energy to retort or struggle as he dragged her to the little house of his to rest.

-----

After that she was allowed to take part in the dueling, most of the it was her and Piccolo against Khol as he could easily take both of them at their best. Though to throw the wrench into the routine she found herself facing both the namekian and her brother. Which was a painful lesson in dodging, for while Khol might be holding back his full power, Piccolo didn’t feel such need for restraint. Though regardless of what method they invoked that day, she was always left exhausted afterwards. Khol apparently didn’t believe in resting, and she wasn’t sure Piccolo even knew how to sleep.

“Well, I think we’ve made some progress with her.”

Khol said to Piccolo as she came out of the house, still rather fatigued from the day before. Piccolo didn’t exactly seem overly rested either, while her brother was about as full of energy as he had been when she first met him. Which wasn’t very tolerable considering how much effort she was putting into her training, she ought to be able to push him a bit. It reminded her of General Nappa, while a serious warrior, he was always so energetic. She was a bit sorry for the pain her betrayal was likely to cause the old general, she did like him and it wasn’t his fault the King was a git.

“I did all the hard work, while you were napping.”

Piccolo said, apparently taking it upon himself the credit for her efforts. Which oddly reminded her of Kakarotto and Prince Vegeta, pair of them may serve the same King but boy did they like trying to one up each other. Though such rivalry was understandable among the saiyans, Piccolo was a bit different. She hadn’t expected him to give himself the leisure to have such friendly rivalry, being so serious about things.

“Today I go to Kami’s, to put them through the ringer. Kami apparently has his own test he wants to give, dunno how it’ll compare to trying to face lil old me but he knows a trick or two I suppose.”

Piccolo’s face was pretty grim, it would seem there was bad blood between Kami and Piccolo. It was one of the many things she wanted to know about the namekian who had elected to train her.

“I’ll go, I can trust Kami enough to not try anything. I’m stronger than him, and his whelp.”

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Post by Raptorman » Mon Jan 29, 2018 5:40 am

It had not gone well. Amy had experienced her body being sliced in half, which truly had sucked, though she had been quite hungry afterwards. Nothing could truly suppress her hunger for long, even the pain of death in a strange projection that had forced her to face off against what she believed to be a primal version of Khol from before he had come to earth. Though even through her natural inclination to eat and the unpleasantness of being cut in half there was something else to consider. If after the growth she had achieved and the way she had improved she still fared so poorly, it was a cause for concern. To be fair she was taken by surprise and did have more time to grow, but it was not a good sign.

And so she resolved herself to improve even more, to push herself to the limit as much as she possibly could in the time ahead. As a result of her internal musings though, and the way in which she allowed her hunger to take the front seat, Amy did very little talking at the meal that followed the unpleasant encounter with the saiyan. She was uncharacteristically quiet and thoughtful during the time, dwelling upon the events of the past and what she would need to do in the future in order to improve.

Then when the time had come and the meal had drawn to a close Amy left the gathering, having said rather little to the others. Indeed after that time had passed she sought out her teacher, the strange spirit who had given her instructions for the last several months, who had subjected her to brutal games of tag and the maze full of murderous traps. It did not take her long to find him, it normally wasn’t hard.

“Mr. Popo.” Amy began, drawing the spirit’s attention as the dark being turned to face her with his oddly featured face.

“Yes Amy?” The spirit replied in his typical, rather calm voice.

“I want you to make things harder, if the beings that are coming are like what we just fought in the chamber than I will need to get a lot more powerful before they arrive.” Amy had always taken things seriously, she simply was a somewhat low key, snarky person who would joke and play around at the same time. But in this particular moment, little of her normal good cheer and amusement was present.

“Of course. But remember the year has just begun. You have time to grow still.”

“Yeah, but if the rest of the monkey men from space,” Amy was never going to let the fact that the saiyans had silly looking monkey tails that were so clearly inferior to her own go, “are so much stronger and there are a lot of them, then I will need to be even more powerful than what we saw. And that isn’t going to come easy.”

Mr. Popo nodded after a moment. “I will prepare the training accordingly.” It appeared he could tell that she was not going to be dissuaded from pushing things.

With their interaction completed Amy drifted away, seeking the solace of her own chambers and her thoughts. It would be a long night, and the days to come would surely be onerous, but she had to endure it. After all, this was not the saiyan’s world to conquer! This was her world, and her father’s. And should he be forced to truly rouse himself the consequences would be dire.

After a rather restless night Amy returned to the site of her training for the previous while, the hedge maze that had been filled with murderous traps and other sickening devices, and found that it now looked rather more imposing. No longer was it just a maze of shrubs, now the shrubs had been replaced with metal walls, and the entire edifice seemed to radiate an aura of menace and danger. Or maybe she just was projecting her own thoughts onto it, but regardless it was more sinister in appearance. Who knew what new challenges and terrible devices awaited her within, things to test her and push her, forcing her to survive an onslaught of new and unexpected things. Well, she assumed that Mr. Popo knew, but other than him she wasn’t sure anyone did.

The pink and red haired young woman took a moment to steady herself and took a deep breath before she strode forth into the maze ahead. Her tail rose up to a position where it was held ready, there was no sense in keeping it hidden here, better to hold it at the ready to unleash its destructive potential.

Almost immediately it became clear that this maze was different from the last one. A few steps into it a guillotine like blade hurtled down from the ceiling, had she not reacted quickly enough, the enhanced blade could have seriously injured her. But Amy was alert to the danger, raising her arms and summoning the scythe blades. Her weapons clashed with the metal and then cleaved it, causing the deadly blade to fall in pieces around her. Unlike before though, where that could have been the entire attack, hatches on the walls around her opened, and metal darts shot forth before she had even finished dealing with the first one.

She was forced to multitask, her tail flicking out to intercept and parry several of the darts, but she wasn’t fast enough to stop them all. Several impacted with her, not hard enough to seriously wound her, but hard enough to hurt and draw her attention. Had these been actual attacks from one of the Saiyans she likely wouldn’t have been able to simply shrug them off. She had to get faster, stronger, more vigilant.

“Oww...” Her voice bore clear signs of annoyance as she rubbed at her side where the darts had struck. “No fair!” She gestured angrily at the wall that had belched forth the projectiles, but her protests were more instinctive than anything else at this point. Taking a moment to concentrate she called forth her additional limbs, shaping them again and summoning forth the blades to tip them as well. Yes it drained her energy to maintain them, but at the same time it was important practice, and having more limbs was one of her advantages.

In fact mere moments later it would prove to be quite helpful, for this time multiple sets of the blades launched attacks upon her, one from above and one from either side at different heights, shooting across the space between her and the walls. Her upper two arms parried the descending blade while the lower two each blocked one coming from either side. Anticipating the possibility of another hail of the darts, Amy did not stay in one place, instead immediately after parrying the blade she dove forward and rolled out of the way of any projectiles.

Unfortunately that took her right into a pit that opened up in the floor beneath her. Reacting instinctively, the young woman lashed out with her limbs, burying ki blades into the metal walls of the pit and keeping herself from falling down. “Okay Popo… this is definitely harder” she spoke, though there was no one there to hear her words before she clambered out of the yawning pit trap and allowed the energy blades that tipped her arms to vanish.

While Amy had initially acknowledged that the new maze was harder, this was only the first day, as time progressed she found the array of murderous traps growing more and more deadly, and less and less forgiving. She would frequently fail to dodge things, or be caught off guard and subjected to brutal punishment that left even her battered and bruised. What largely escaped her notice throughout this process was that the power of the traps was increasing, and that the blows that had hit her earlier and bruised her would have had almost no effect on her now, she was growing harder and tougher than before.

As the months trickled by and the training continued she would find that she had improved greatly, at least in some regards. The constant need to be ever vigilant to defend against attacks that did not have any ki warning honed her reflexes, and the failures honed her ability to take punishment and work through the pain. At the same time as Mr. Popo had promised at the beginning, he was working to unlock her own potential, to teach her to use her gifts to the fullest, and so she was forced to fully use her natural gifts. Her tail’s newly developed ability to shoot energy was one such example, so was the increased comfort and fluidity with which she used her extra limbs while they were manifested.

The young woman knew she had much more to learn, but she was pleased with the progress she was making and beginning to feel as if she had come close to learning what she could from her current teacher. By the end of the third month, even the upgraded murder maze was beginning to seem tame and she craved the opportunity to learn new techniques and tricks to unleash upon her enemies when they arrived. She also hoped that her next teacher wouldn’t force her to diet, that part of this had really sucked.

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Post by Madrigal » Mon Jan 29, 2018 9:23 am

Natsumi felt her eyes shift open in the dim light of her room. She raised one hand, rubbing at her forehead with the back of the wrist before quietly sitting up. The early rays of the morning began filtering through the window, a sight she had grown quite accustomed to. She swiftly shed the old childhood gi she had used for pajamas in place of one of her two freshly cleaned ones. A brief pause at the sink, and her teeth were swiftly cleaned and hair combed back. Giving herself a dispassionate look of approval, she turned to her daily routine. After her sets of crunches, push-ups and assorted other exercises, she moved on to the closet and disappeared. With a grunt, she emerged, carrying a massive bronze bathtub-sized onto the grand veranda, where Mister Popo had his garden. The massive metal bowl made a loud clang as it struck the ground harmlessly. After dusting off her hands, she scurried off to fetch a bucket. In all honesty, she reflected to herself, filling the bathtub with water was more draining than emptying it with her fists. Over the past few days, she had begun to see this exercise in a different light. More than a mere attempt to strengthen her arms. When she closed her eyes, she could feel it for the first time. Her will, her life force channeled through her fists, spreading and dissipating into the water with every strike.

As her last blow sent the water flying, she returned the tub to its closet, barely pushing it back inside with a grunt before grabbing the two bags of rice. Carrying one over either shoulder, she would dart down the path at high speed before turning and running back the other way. After finishing, she dumped the two bags in the kitchen, before turning on the stove. The water would need to boil for some time until it was ready to cook meat and rice. More than enough time for her morning jog. With a brief breath of air, she started around the brim of the island at an even pace. Her mind was only on her movement. Speed was no factor to her now. Just feeling the air around her. Feeling the air around her yield to her. As her own ki, expressed through her flesh, parted the early morning winds. Yes, it was a glorious morning for a run. As she breathed in the fresh air, she couldn’t help but wonder what her master had planned for today. More of his special meditation technique perhaps? Or a new eclectic training session perhaps? All she could do was wait, she supposed, though she couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of a new--

“HIYAH!”

She felt the blow coming before she heard the sound. A battle cry of an old master, overeager to test his young student. She swung herself to one side as Master Gohan flew through the air, striking the ground where she had been standing. His eyes glistened, filled with something she recognized. Her inner steely self. The side of her that dictated battle when she was in danger. He thrust his arm forward, and she dodged it, moving to the offensive. She struck the arm with her elbow, aiming to knock his arm aside to clear him for a strike. He advanced on her, his legs and arms a whirl of motion. She could barely keep up as she stepped backwards. Damnit. And she was halfway done with her run…

Natsumi hopped backward, hoping to put a little room between the two. Her strategy however was quickly overrun as the old man easily passed her overhead, holding the red pole in one arm as he landed twenty feet ahead of her along the brim. The wooden shaft spun breezily in his hand before it extended, the old man striking the ground in front of him almost mockingly. “What’s wrong, Natsumi? I thought you wanted to finish your run.”

She took in a breath as she watched him. Really? This was his training plan for the day? His pole extended, striking down at where she stood. Natsumi dodged, running forward. The pole came back around from the right. She had been planning to dodge underneath it, but her timing was off. It struck her in the side, sending the lithe young lady soaring into Kami’s little palace with a burst of dust. Gohan watched after her, the pole retracting in his hand. “Hmm. Looks like I don’t know my own strength.”

He stood still, watching the dust settle until he saw a figure emerge from it. Her gi torn. Her face bruised. Natsumi emerged, though her expression was different this time. It wasn’t gentle and kind, or strong and stern. It was like her face was chiseled from stone. The pole quickly extended again, thrusting out at Natsumi. She leaped forward in a graceful arc, landing on the pole before she darted forward along the staff. Gohan’s eyes widened. He tried to pull his staff back, but by now she was too quick for him to stop. She leaped forward, her leg lashing out forward as her bare foot struck him in the face. The old man flew backwards, plummeting over the edge of the island, down into the void below. The expression on Natsumi’s face shifted instantly as she crouched down at the edge of the island, and shouted down.

“MASTER GOHAN!”

There was no reply. No answer, save the shifting winds. She was about to dive down after him to try to save him when her burgeoning ki sense brought her attention back up. She recognized it instantly. Master Gohan! He was alive, flying just above her! And he was...oh crap. Small ki blasts, barely the size of the tennis balls she had grown so use to shredding rained down around her. Natsumi charged on ahead, doing her best to evade them. She felt something come over her. Something familiar. As her inner self asserted itself over her body, her movements shifted. No longer was she running wildly trying to evade the general area of his attacks. She was now moving more elegantly. Simply, as she moved from one side to another, sensing and then dodging the attacks, sometimes by mere millimeters. She had no plan in mind, no grand strategy. She didn’t need one. She simply ran on ahead, until she spotted something on the ground ahead. The extending rod! She dodged another blast, letting loose one of her Lesser Empty Palm Strikes. The old man ceased his attacks to avoid the strike, but that was all the time she needed. She grabbed the staff, turning swiftly and throwing it into the air like a boomerang. He extended one hand, catching the whirling projectile easily, but she didn’t need it. She let her body take flight, zooming up towards him. Her fists were braced for combat. She was ready for battle. She wouldn’t let Gohan get the better of her this time. She would--

thwack.

The blow to her head, though gentle, still stung as it hit her. With a loud ‘Ow’, the martial artist raised her hands, rubbing at her flowing dark brown hair where he had hit her. Gohan watched her for a moment, assessing his student before he spoke again. “That will do for now, Natsumi-san. Finish your jog. When you’re done, we’ll resume training.”

“...Yes Master.” Natsumi barely bit back a sigh as she responded. A student didn’t take such liberties around her master after all. But knowing Gohan, she would be repeating this ‘training method’ for the next month or so. She almost wished she was back in the hellish dreamscape...

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Post by Ninmast » Mon Jan 29, 2018 4:58 pm

Sakuranbo, Months 4-6

The blonde Saiyan’s feet touched down in the clearing at the coordinates she had been given, and could immediately tell it was where the commander and her brother had been staying. There was a fire pit and general detritus that tended to gather when Saiyans weren’t made to clean up after themselves, as well as places where their bodies had obviously laid next to the fire for prolonged periods. Getting back to nature, Master Roshi had called it, and it certainly looked like there would be no hot bath, soft bed or roof over her for the next three months. Certainly, they were conditions she was familiar with, but the longing she already felt for such comforts at realizing their impending absence made her think maybe Commander Raditz had a point. Living like a human was making her soft. Not in terms of combat, perhaps, but definitely in taking certain things for granted.

However, the clearing, itself, was empty of anyone other than herself. Raditz was nowhere to be seen. Oh, he wasn’t far away. She no longer needed her scouter to tell he was prowling the surrounding forest like a native wolf, watching her for an opening. She briefly considered initiating, but no. He was testing something, best to let him. She set the one thing she brought with her down on a nearby log, a Saiyan data tablet, and began picking up around the fire pit, piling the worst of it off to one side where she blew a pit open. Just because she was going to be sleeping under the stars, that didn’t mean she had to do it like a slob. Normally, it would be buried to put off scavenging native wildlife, but she figured blasting it would be effective enough.

She was hefting a large dinosaur bone over one shoulder – it really wasn’t hard to reconstruct what the boys’ diet had been for the last three months – when she felt the telltale energy spikes. Jumping into the air, she only just cleared the twin pink-violet beams as she whipped around and sent the bone sailing like a blunt rotary saw for her attacker’s face.

Raditz reached up and snatched the bone out of the air a moment before it hit his face with a cocky grin. “I’d been wondering if that training really worked,” he explained as he strode into the clearing while crushing the massive bone in his fist and let its halves crash to the ground. “All this time, I couldn’t shake the suspicion that maybe it was just a Namekian thing, or maybe those Terrans had done something to that exiled freak of nature. But you really could sense me, couldn’t you? And within only a month of us getting here. Within three months, it’s completely replaced your scouter.”

“I could teach you, Commander.”

But that just made the long-haired Saiyan scowl. “Don’t get carried away and forget your place.” He crossed his arms and looked her over. “You decided to wear your Saiyan armor for this.”

Sakuranbo matched his pose. “Master Roshi is repairing my gi, and he wanted to take extra time to make sure it stands up better. Besides, I figured my armor was more appropriate.”

“Oh, it is,” he confirmed in a tone of unveiled threat. “I’m going to spend the next three months reminding you why we wear it.” Without further warning, he launched forward and buried his great foot right into her chest on top of her crossed arms with enough force to send her through trees, and pursued without waiting for her to recover.

Barely, she rolled out of the way as his fist came down and obliterated the stump she left behind, but he was on her again before she could get to her feet and punted her in another direction. Over and over again, he continued this abuse. The one time she managed to block, he turned it around and broke her arm, and then continued to assault that side until the entire limb refused to lay straight. When she tried to turn that side away, he broke the other arm, and then pummeled her face with his knuckles until he drew it back once more and she wavered on her feet as he hesitated to see if she was really still fighting.

Instead, after only thirty minutes, she collapsed onto the forest ground.

Raditz turned his head and spat, a copper taste leaving his mouth from one shot she had gotten off, but otherwise he was unharmed. He hauled her over his shoulder and carried her to her pod he’d specifically made sure to relocate near the clearing. He only had to make sure he got her in there straight and shut the door, and the autodoc would take care of the rest.

With that done, he turned to a nearby rock cliff and dug his finger into the surface for a single line like he was drawing in mere dirt. “Day one,” he noted out loud, then went over and started doing finger push-ups. There was no way he was going to let some freak show him up in front of his brother. Every spare moment was for training. And when his soldiers couldn’t train anymore, it was going to be because they were beaten unconscious. After all, that had a funny way of making Saiyans stronger.

* * *

Sakuranbo came to with a gasp that was muffled by the hose over her face, and followed it with a cough as she struggled against the cabling to get out of the capsule. When she finally won her freedom, she collapsed over the lip of the doorway for a long moment, just sucking down fresh air. When she finally pulled herself up and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, she could see Raditz’ boots there in front of her.

“It’s not one of those Earthling beans,” he observed, “and it might not get you back to full strength, but it gets you back together.” He turned and walked back to the fire pit. “You have fifteen minutes to eat, starting now. I’m attacking you as soon as that time is up. I suggest you don’t spend the entirety of it getting over here.”

Sakuranbo coughed again in half-response as she marshaled her will to obey, a task eased by the smell of fire grilled meat. She felt more pulled by the slightly burnt aroma than she did propelled by her own legs and buried her face in lizard haunch without much effort at civility.

She had lost track of time in the chasm of hunger that was her body demanding nutrients to get back into fighting condition, a terrible mistake and her only reminder that she had done so a brief beep from Raditz’ scouter and a cruel grin lighting his face.

* * *

She had begun taking notice of the growing scratch marks on the stone face near the clearing. It was obvious Raditz was using it to keep track of how long they were training, despite being able to use his scouter to do so. It occurred to her when she would occasionally see two new marks instead of one that it was probably for her benefit, given that she often spent more of it unconscious than awake.

She would have liked to claim that the reason she was lasting longer was because she was fighting better, but the truth was her strategy generally involved running. Well, more like trying to avoid him long enough to come up with a counter strategy, but he was so aggressive that it really devolved into running. As much strength as she’d gained since coming to this planet, her commander had clearly not been idle, and the only punch he would pull was the last one.

“Say, you like strategic techniques!” Raditz shouted down at her from where he flew above, having been herding her with pot shots. “Try this one on for size! It’s your brother’s favorite! A real shocker! Yes, it’s Saturday Crush!”

For a moment, Sakuranbo panicked as she felt the energy gather for the homing, paralyzing attack, but then she realized it was the opening she was looking for. As he fired it, she jumped and turned, throwing out a Metallic Flash that intercepted the blast, filling the air with the eruption.

In its wake, Raditz paused, raising a couple fingers to touch his cheek where the extra of the beam had grazed it. “Huh,” he noted. “That old man has really been working on her precision.” He turned back to the forest beneath him, but both his eyes and his scouter returned nothing as hard as he searched. “Damn it, I lost her signature!”

It was difficult, Sakuranbo realized from where she had hidden herself in the forest while Raditz was distracted, to both suppress one’s power level and ready a ki attack without jacking up one or the other. Fortunately, what she needed wasn’t a very big blast. What she needed was a hailstone. She focused on her fingertip as she bit her lip in concentration, training it for a long shot that needed to be precise as light flickered at the end of her finger like a will-o-wisp.

Raditz was still searching for his underling and was about to start demanding she reveal herself when a flash of light snapped into his peripheral vision, but he barely registered it before it hit the side of his face. It barely qualified as an attack, doing little more than turning the side of his head, but when he turned back to the source to lock onto it … “That uppity bitch shot my scouter!” He caught a flash of movement and threw a fast ball ki blast, but with the scouter gone, Sakuranbo had thrown her power output back up to full and he hit nothing but empty forest.

He didn’t have to search for her long, however, as the bright blue light quickly gave away her new position right before the Kamehameha Wave impacted with his chest as he turned toward it. The impact shot him backwards through the air as he struggled to regain control of his momentum. Through great effort, he brought his arms before him to reduce the force against his abdomen, and slowed his cannonfire across the sky.

Sakuranbo realized when he had stopped entirely and redoubled her effort into the wave. At the other end, he grunted, moving back some more, but stopping again, and he endured until the light faded, the blonde saiyan no longer able to maintain it as she was forced to let it peter out to struggle to catch her breath. When she realized he was far better off than she, Sakuranbo turned to run again, only to ram right into his smoking armor as he grinned down at her from above.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you hadn’t mastered it,” he mocked. “The humans I’ve seen use that technique were far better at channeling it, you’re wasting way too much energy.” But when she staggered back, he suddenly had his fist buried in her stomach hard enough to lift her up off of the ground and up over it. “But since you want to get in a ki contest ...”

Sakuranbo’s eyes widened and then rolled back as pink-violet energy flared around the fist buried in her stomach, barely catching him mutter, Shining Friday.

As this second light faded, she collapsed over his fist and ceased to move, and he returned her to his shoulder once more. There was another day, and now he’d need to find his scouter before he could continue with his own training. Maybe he’d aim for a hundred thousand sit-ups.

* * *

The amount of time Raditz had to dedicate to his personal training continued to gradually decline as the months went by. He was generally pleased with Sakuranbo’s growth, though he wouldn’t admit it. He needed her to keep pushing herself, feeling outclassed and fighting with desperate struggle. It was the only way he could get her to grow as much as possible.

But there was no training on the final day, more because he didn’t want her to sleep through the meeting than because he wanted to go easy on her. If she was in her shuttle, he wouldn’t be able to safely remove and revive her until the autodoc released her. So instead, they sat at the fire pit, discussing tactics and the progress over the last three months.

“By the way,” Raditz asked, pulling out the datapad she’d brought that first day, “what’s this? You brought it with you, and then spent your entire time either fighting for your life or unconscious.”

Sakuranbo suppressed a frown at the reminder. “That, that’s a book on philosophy by a legendary human warrior.”

“But it’s in Saiyan script.”

“Yeah,” the blonde confirmed with a nod. “I transcribed it from a copy owned by Master Roshi. I can’t read Earthling, either, though, so he actually read it, and then I wrote whatever he said in Saiyan script. I thought you’d find it interesting.”

“I did.” He raised his head to meet the woman’s surprised gaze. “What? I had to do something while waiting for you to finish your beauty sleep. It helped pass the time while doing squats.”

Sakuranbo lowered her own head again at that with a scoff. “Of course you kept training while I was out. You’re a child of Bardock, after all.”

That drew a smirk from the commander. “You think I can afford to slack off? Forget about the king, I’m going to have two siblings to avoid humiliating myself in front of.”



* * *



Yuki Musume, King Kai’s Planet

Yuki hesitated only a moment in surprise before promptly dropping to one knee and lowering her head to the deity before her, but this only drew a laugh from the rotund little man.

“What’s wrong?” he cackled. “Gravity already getting to you? You should see it on a Wednesday!” His bad joke was followed by a laughing snort, but he waved his hands dismissively at the whole thing. “Seriously, seriously, cut that out. You’re not going to have time for any of that nonsense. We’ve got to get to your training.”

Yuki got to her feet as bidden, eyes lighting in anticipation. “We’re starting right away? How will we be training?”

“Oh, no, no,” he corrected. “We’re not starting yet. First, we have to get the tests out of the way. You have to prove you’re worthy of my training!”

The girl’s face snapped immediately to seriousness and she clenched her fist, raising it before her. “Then name your tests, King Kai, and I’ll clear them all!”

Solemnly, King Kai nodded in assent. “Very well, we’ll begin immediately. Your first trial: You must make me laugh.”

The seriousness of the girl’s face froze at the demand, her fist loosening ever so slightly. “Uh … I’m sorry, what?”

“Make me laugh,” he repeated. “I’ve got to spend nine long months with you. There’s no way I’m spending all of that time with a super-serious bore. Prove to me you’ve got a sense of humor.”

As the girl was still silent, her mother nudged her gently. “You can do it, dear. Remember all of the great jokes we shared when you were little?”

Of course, that was a bit more buried by time for her than it was for her mother, so it took a moment longer to fish them up. “Oh! Okay, I’ve got one!” She grinned widely as she held up her finger, clearly already amused as she suppressed a chuckle to get it out. “What do you call a man who gets his face mauled by a polar bear? Eye Scream!

The women’s laughter ignored the rigid tone King Kai had reflexively taken at that, and her mother elbowed her again. “Oh, oh! What about the one with the fish and the iceberg?!”

“SURIMI!!!” Again, their laughter overshadowed the way King Kai clasped his arms more tightly around his form.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” This one was Yuki. “A prince and his retinue are traveling through the frozen lands, and they’ve been out there for weeks! The wind picks up, and it’s even colder than usual. One of his guards asks, Did you just feel a chill? The prince replies, I couldn’t say, I haven’t been able to feel my feet for days. No, no, the guard corrects, not in the ground, in the air. You can still feel the air, the prince marveled, in awe at the guard’s hardiness. The guard, in turn, marveled that the prince was still going if he was in such bad shape. Sire, he insisted, we have to find shelter and raise your temperature. Are you insane, the prince demanded of him, can you imagine how cold I’d be if all this ice I’ve built up melted and soaked me wet?”

Though they laughed at this, too, throughout the prolonged joke, the deity had shivered more and more, huddling in on himself as ice seemed to form on him, too. “C-c-c-Cold!” He finally threw his arms wide. “Enough! No more jokes! Those are horrible! You are frigid, frigid women!”

Both stared at him in bafflement at his declaration.

“… Well, yes,” Yuki finally responded slowly. “What kind of jokes did you expect from an ice woman?”

King Kai stared back at her, seemingly quite sternly. But then his visage shook. And strange sounds started coming from his throat. Then suddenly, he could hold it in no longer and he threw his head back. “An ice woman! Ahahaha! An ice woman! That’s brilliant! Welcome to my tutelage! Ahaha! Aha!” He coughed, trying to gather himself once more. “Your next test is to catch Bubbles, he’s the monkey. Ahah … an ice woman ...”

Mother and daughter stared at one another, but soon shrugged. If it worked, it worked. And with that odd task complete, she turned her attention to the monkey. Catch a monkey by the tail. So easy it should be a children’s rhyme. Right?
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by McGenty » Wed Jan 31, 2018 2:47 am

“Don’t be too downcast at your inability to face the Star Child of Terra, the power Khol has now was born of the one you faced and he is a bit of a freak. Use that defeat to spur you into working harder to attain a strength to match it.”

Those words rang in Gray’s mind while the others under Kami’s tutelage shared a somber meal. After he had finished and was sitting quietly next to Krillin, observing the others and taking mental notes for his report, Gray was approached by Kami. 

“Excuse me, Krillin. I need to borrow this one.”                   

Continuing his trend of not using Gray’s offered name, Kami simply motioned at the Commando to follow him. The two walked across the lookout in silence, all the way to the opposite side from the others. Finally, Kami stopped and turned to Gray.

 “It’s about time you told me your real purpose, isn’t it?”

 Gray found the urge to fidget – a nervous impulse long trained out of him by the agency – almost irresistible under Kami’s gaze. Still, he stood his ground and met the elder eye to eye, as one would a superior officer. With effort, he maintained a casual fighter’s stance, and replied evenly:

“I’m here to learn from you, and others like you.”

The truth, or as much of the truth as could be told at any given time – was a very effective shield against probing questions. With many others, the response would have worked. Kami, however, seemed to hold in a chuckle.

“Yes, I’m aware of that. So much so, that I needn’t even bother asking who told you to do so. But that’s not what I asked. What is your real purpose here?”

Kami stared harder, and Gray felt his defenses faltering. No matter, orders were orders. Simply repeating his response would belie that he viewed this as an interrogation, so he grasped for something else to offer. He knew, deep down on a level far beyond intellectual understanding, that lying to this Kami was pointless, so he searched for some other grain of truth that he could offer as sacrifice. Finally, he replied:

“I am here in service to something greater than myself. My real purpose is to help protect this world.”

Kami smiled, a disturbing expression in conjunction with the way his eyes were boring into the very essence of Gray’s being, and prodded gently:

“That’s better. Still not right, but better. Now, I want you to forget about the Agency. Forget about your commanders, the military, even the monk. If none of that ever entered your life, you would still be here, with this same question. Now I shall ask you again. What is your purpose here?”

Something snapped. Gray felt his resistance, his training, and his instincts failing him. Futilely, he reached for some lifeline, some principle of his training, a regulation, a line from a field manual, anything to anchor his being to, but he found none. Then, something so long gone it felt entirely new to him: tears welled up in his eyes. That feeling tore away the last of his neutral persona, and a truth so deeply buried he himself hadn’t been aware of it spilled out of his mouth unbidden.

“I lost my family. My friends. My life. I lost them so much that when I had the chance to get back even the memory of them, I chose not to. All because some ridiculously powerful supercreature had a whim to break something.”

His fists clenched, not as a result of intense combat training, but out of the pure emotion, the rage he felt learning this about himself.

“Nobody should lose things that way. Criminals can be captured. Dictators can be killed or toppled. But Demons, Aliens, creatures that can obliterate cities at a whim? What can anyone do about that? I’m here…my true purpose…is to stop that from happening to anyone else. Kohl? Piccolo? Saiyans? Heck, even you, Kami…my purpose is to learn how to stop people like you from stepping on people like me. You’re gods among men, and half the time you don’t even know what you destroy when you have your little spats.”

He was full on ranting now, face red, body shaking with uncontrolled emotion the likes of which he’d never experienced.

“I’m here so I can protect them,” he gestured a hand over the edge of the lookout, only just noticing he’d come to float several feet past, “from having to be like me.”

He was shouting now, and he didn’t care.

“Is that a good enough reason, god? If I do this, then they don’t have to!”

He came to himself then, hovering miles above the earth with an impossibly powerful green man staring into his soul, and everything else – which he now recognized as layers surrounding and protecting the real him – came crashing back down. What had he done? He’d violated orders, broken every rule in the book, and thrown a toddleresque temper tantrum in the face of something like a deity. As Black liked to say, words did not exist to describe how royally screwed he was.

Crap baskets…

With great effort, he concentrated and floated forward enough to land on solid ground, then dropped his gaze to the floor. Kami would certainly throw him out now. He could make up a report to the Agency, but they had their own ways of weeding out the truth. There would be no explaining this situation. For the second time, this man’s life was over.

“That’ll do nicely.” Kami’s response drew Gray’s eyes, wide with shock, back up. Kami continued, an amused look on his face. “You’d never get anywhere if you were training for anyone else’s reason, boy.”

The guardian turned away from the commando, finally releasing him from that piercing gaze and turning his attention to the earth far below.

“You may continue, and I mean with everything. Keep training with Krillin, and keep sending your reports. We all have our parts to play, after all.”

He paused for a moment, and Gray’s intel-gathering instincts came back to him, flagging that pause as an indicator that there was a deeper meaning in Kami’s words, something about himself that related.

“All I ask is that you train for that.” Kami tapped his staff on the ground to punctuate his point. “Train to attain your own goals, not to complete a report or satisfy an officer.”

He turned back to face a very confused Gray and smiled.

“I’ll have Mr. Popo prepare some clothing more suited to you.”

With that, the guardian was off, leaving Gray to ponder...everything.

In time, Gray rejoined the group, even more somber than he had been before. Krillin made a couple of attempts at lightheartedness before letting it drop. Eventually, the group split and went their separate ways. Later in the evening, Gray was silently shadow boxing in a corner of the area he and Krillin had staked out for their own, when Krillin finally gave voice to what everyone had surely been thinking:

"If Khol's such a freak, what was the point of having him kick us around and then telling us not to be down about it?"

Gray barely slowed his rhythm as he switched to push ups. Focusing on the basics, he found, was a fantastic way to calm one's mind, even with someone chattering at you. He answered Krillin after a long moment.

"Brass is Brass."

The monk stared blankly. Gray finished his set, then shifted to a squatting position.

"I don't honestly know what a "guardian's" job is, so tell me if I'm blowin' smoke," he began to elaborate, "but as far as I can tell, Kami's a general, not a soldier. Dollars to donuts he's orders of magnitude stronger than you and me put together, but we both know he's not gonna be on the front lines when this thing goes down. That's not his job, even if it might have been once."

Krillin didn't seem to have a response, so Gray continued: "Kami could be a serious power on the battlefield, especially if he invested all this time training himself instead of us. But he must have figured that getting all of us to our limit will have a bigger payoff. The point is, Kami knows stuff we don't. Lots of it. When he makes a decision, he's accounting for factors we can't even imagine."

Gray paused while he started a second set of push ups. "For what it's worth, that wasn't too different from how my first sensei worked on me."

Thinking back to the first days of his "ki" training that were only a couple of months ago and yet a different lifetime all at once, Gray remembered fighting and losing to Black - who was bigger, faster, stronger, and more experienced in every way - over and over and over again. Every failure left him bruised, broken, and more determined than the last. Before that, there was the Agency's Boot Camp: a wrenching, tortorous, experience designed to break every part of you down. It was only the fact that there was nothing else for him that drove Gray through that experience, and every second of it was designed to be an insurmountable obstacle. With that context, it was easy to see what Kami was trying to do. 

"He thinks having that freak of nature kick the crap out of us will draw out the best in us. He's right about some of us. The others will fall behind, where they belong."

On the upstroke of his press, Gray saw the momentary surprise on Krillin's face before the monk replied. 

"I was wondering where the grim, grumpy Gray got off to."

Gray smirked. "Miss me? Now, if you're done moping, maybe we can get to work. I hope you've got a way to step things up."

Krillin took on a grim look of his own as he stood and stretched, then pointed at a box with a card on it tucked in the corner. "Yeah, I've got a few ideas. You can start by opening that."

Gray scowled, then walked over to the box and picked it up. Rather, he tried to pick it up, but only got it a few inches off the ground before its weight made him tumble forward. Krillin half chuckled, as the comical sight shaved off just a fraction of the hopelessness that was weighing on him. 

"What on earth?"

Leaving the box where it was, Gray opened the lid, taking a glance at the card with his name in quotation marks, to find a gray gi, similar in style to Krillin's but lacking any emblems or markings. In addition to the sleeveless tunic, pants, and belt, there was a pair of combat boots, a belt with a holster for a sidearm and slots he regocnized as being for grenades and ammo, and something resembling a Kevlar vest. The clothes felt like ordinary cloth, but as he went to pick up the topmost piece, the commando was astonished to find he could barely lift the shirt. He glanced at Krillin, who was struggling with a similarly upgraded version of his own orange gi.

"Is this a joke?"

Krillin grunted something incomprehensible while he literally dragged his shirt out of the box and wrestled it open, then dragged the pants and belt out to array the whole outfit on the ground before beginning to disrobe himself.

"Nope. And there's more once we get used to these."

He pointed at a stack of similar boxes along the wall, then flopped onto his back atop the new gi and shoved his legs into the pants. As ludicrous as the approach appeared, Gray quickly figured out that Krillin's was was the only way to even get into the clothing, as it was far too heavy to pick up and put on the normal way. 

After no small amount of time and effort, both fighters were on their back, new outfits just shy of crushing every bone in their bodies.

"Now what?" Gray gasped out, struggling to pull air back into his lungs. 

"We sit...up..." Krillin choked out.

"Great."

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White stood at parade rest, eyes ahead, passively avoiding making "eye contact" with any of the figures in the bank of monitors arrayed before him - not that such a thing was possible. Command never showed their faces, everything from the shoulders up always cloaked in shadow on the rare occasions they all gathered in this manner. White had deduced they didn't even appear to know one another's identities, with a few exceptions.  Generally, he dealt directly with one or two Commanders at a time, always at their discretion and direction, and always with a laser focus on whatever particular threat or tactical preparation they deemed necessary. A full Command Assembly was reserved for threat levels A (Continental) and Z (Global.) This was the third time since White's installment that he had seen them assemble, and as he understood it, that alone was unprecedented. 

Now, he was merely waiting. Gray's latest report had been massive, detailed, and supremely grim. For three months, Gray, their brightest prospect at the type of fighting they had seen from Piccolo and Khol, had been training and reporting what seemed to be incredible results. For three months, White and his team had seen with their own eyes, thanks to Gray's video streaming, their Agent performing impossible feats. Even Black had admitted he could no longer go toe to toe with the man who had been the second weakest member of the force. For three months, the rest of White's A team had been adapting Gray's relayed methods and seeing their own gains surpass their highest expectations. And now to find it was not even remotely enough...

Coping with disappointment was so commonplace as to barely merit a mention in martial life. No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy, everyone knew that. Adapting to challenges was part and parcel to survival. But this...Gray reported with brutal honesty that neither he nor any of his counterparts, all of whom seemed to have been training longer thgan he, had been able to scratch the alien Khol even as he was before his own training these last three months. Worse, Gray asserted without exception that conventional weapons were utterly pointless at this level, to the extent he had requested permission - which had not been granted - to return his own, claiming they were a liability. 

Of course, this information was all but white noise to White, as he no longer had any real say in what to do with it. His was only to wait for orders.

The Lookout
Month 4, Day Three

"One hundred eighty-eight! One hundred eighty-nine! One hundred....ninety!"

"Do you...have to...count out loud?" Gray growled.

"Why? Are...you...having trouble...keeping up?" Krillin still managed to taunt in spite of struggling through another push up. The two finished the set of two hundred before collapsing in sweat soaked heaps for a rest. 

"So that's four hundred for the next set?" Gray asked, once he caught his breath. Krillin half nodded, a hard thing to do from your back, and added:

"We double every time. Four hundred, then eight hundred, then - "

"I get it! You've done this before?"

"Not quite like this." Krillin admitted. "Master Roshi had me wear a hundred pound shell at most. Kami said we're starting at 500 and going up from there."

Gray struggled into a sitting position and asked reluctantly: "By how much?"

Krillin grimaced, knowing Gray wouldn't like the answer any more than he did. "Same as our training regimen. Double every change. But look on the bright side! We only have to change once a month!"

Tiles shattered under the weight as Gray fell back onto his back.

The rest of the next three months were very different from the first. While the first quarter had been all about learning the basics of ki, then building techniques onto that, the second quarter was all about building speed, strength, and power. Krillin explained that ki, and all of its uses, all depended on the core strength of one's body, mind, and spirit. The stronger the core, the more powerful the output. For Gray, it was finally something that made sense. Of course, ever since that moment with Kami, everything was making more sense than it had before he began this insane journey.

The weight training was grueling, but by the end of the first month, Krillin and Gray were moving almost as quickly with the five hundred pound clothes as they had without them on day one. The change in their one day of sparring without weight before taking on the doubled amount was astonishing.

The first day of the fifth month was pure HFIL, as the move from five hundred to one thousand pounds was more than the warriors could bear. Only the fact that Krillin refused to break and change back kept Gray going, and Krillin later admitted that only not wanting to be showed up by his pupil kept him from breaking. Still, after a couple of days barely moving, they adapted yet again, and their next day sparring without weights was all the more astounding.

Month six began very like month five, but a little better, as their bodies seemed to have learned something about adapting to doubled weight the first time around. Knowing another test was ahead, both men pushed themselves to their limits and beyond. Even with a solid ton of extra weight to haul around, Gray observed that their strikes were harder, their movements faster, and their ki techniques multiple times more powerful than they had been even at the end of month three.

Finally, the last day came before the next test. Krillin and Gray faced off in their sparring room, surrounded by shattered tiles, walls with holes of varying sizes straight through them, and chunks of rubble from the ruined ceiling.

"Ready?" Krillin asked.

Gray nodded, and the two simultaneously removed their weighted clothing. They had agreed to start the fight the moment they were free of their burdens.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! Krillin's tunic, pants, belt, and wrist weights landed, destroying the tiles and making small craters upon impact.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! Gray's vest, tunic, pants, two belts, and boots did the same, but it took a moment for the less than subtle difference to register with Krillin.

"Wait, you had six pie - AAAAAAGH!"

Gray's fist cut the diminutive warrior off, and he went tumbling through the wall behind him and nearly over the edge of the lookout.

"Oh-ho-ho!" Krillin chuckled. "You wanna show off, big guy?" He cupped his hands at his sides, a blue light forming and growing faster and bigger than he'd ever seen before.

"KA...ME...HA..."

"STRIKE GRENADE!"

A ball of white energy streaked through the air, faster than it had any business being. Krillin had to rush the rest of the technique, sending a blast out just in time to intercept the explosive blast.

"Like I'll let you have time for that!" Gray exclaimed, charging in for another attack.

Krillin fired another blast that veered off to the Commando's left. Gray delivered a punishing roundhouse, but Krillin barely blocked it with his left hand, right still extended. He looked up at Gray and grinned.

"You might have pulled a fast one with the extra weight, but you've still got room to learn."

With that, the blast that had never left Krillin's control circled around and slammed into the back of Gray's head, sending a surprised Agent tumbling off the lookout. It was several seconds of falling before Gray found his senses and flew back up, rubbing his head sheepishly.

"How much should we wear to the fight?" Gray wondered.

"Let's go with a thousand." Krillin said. "Don't want to overdo it right out of the gate."

The two spent the rest of the day sparring, wrecking their section of the lookout thoroughly in the process, before resting up. The next day was going to be fun.
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Kindredtown » Wed Jan 31, 2018 3:37 am

Namori

Namori and Kami returned to the mountains for the next portion of his training. There would be three months before the two groups would come together and essentially trade training notes. At first he was worried about where his training would lead because for the moment the Guardian didn't have anything left to teach him. But once he left the Pendulum Room he had an idea of what he needed to do at least for the current session.

Namori wasn't the type to typically meditate but when he needed to he had no issue staying in place. He ascended slightly off the ground and entered Piccolo's signature meditative pose. He wanted to test his own development and the development of the others training on the Lookout since they all began this training. The real test wouldn't be until three months later so this would be the best he could do in the meantime. He also needed to see how well he'd do against fighting more Saiyans. He only fought a few and fought alongside some but he needed to understand more about how they fought. They were definitely different from Earthling fighters and even Namekians.

His thirst for a true rival in Khol forced him to start his image battle against him. Kami became disappointed when he viewed what was going on inside Namori's mind. He continued to drift from the path of Guardian that he wished his apprentice would follow. He sought after the life of a warrior and it seemed that nothing could persuade him from it. For now he could only hope that this life that he sought wouldn't send him down a trail of darkness. At the moment that was nowhere near the case.

Namori knew that he wasn't even remotely close to being able to be a proper challenge to Khol. Not as he was on Terra and definitely not as he was when he lost control on Earth. That didn't falter him in his image battle. Fights weren't always won on just strength alone but strategy often played a significant part. Though he wasn't sure how much strategy could do when the difference in power was so overwhelming.

In the depths of his mind the stage was set. Namori was facing Khol in a wasteland with pillars of rock formations surrounding them. This was the Khol that he saw on the day of the Saiyan invasion. Sweat dripped from the brow of his physical body before his mental one charged forward to strike. He knew he couldn't wait for Khol to make a move because if he did, he'd be dead. Once he reached him he unleashed a flurry of punches but none of them touched their intended target as Khol effortlessly evaded them without even moving from his spot. Annoyed, Namori unleashed a blast into the seemingly possessed Saiyan's face and jumped backwards.

When the smoke from the blast cleared there were no signs of damage on the Khol's face. It was what he expected though. He started to run around him before leaving multiple after images in a circle and doing the same when some disappeared. Khol wasn't even following him with his eyes and instead kept looking forward. Namori knew it wasn't out of boredom and was preparing for his next attack but before he could even act Khol dashed to the right and grabbed Namori by the throat and had no intentions of letting go. He knew there was no use struggling to get free and instead ignited his right fist with electricity and sent his fist into his face. Khol didn't flinch or budge and engulfed him in a burst of ki.

Namori sighed when he exited out of his meditation. "Just as I thought."

For the next few hours he was running through a simulation of different battles with the others that he's witnessed or fought against.

This training would go on for the next month. During the morning he'd started with a series of image battles before going into physical training and sparring with Kami.

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During the second month he wouldn't have the opportunity to do it. It was the season in the mountains where lightning storms ravaged it the most. This wouldn't stop him from training though. He and Kami agreed to spar while using the lightning storms as a training method. They'd have to fight while also avoiding the hazardous environment around them. It helped Namori work on his ability to dodge fast and almost unexpected attacks.

When the storms started it brought back memories of his childhood and training with his first master to avoid the storms. He thought about how far he had come since then and he was proud of himself even if he wasn't currently the strongest. He was going to keep pushing to surpass his limits and the surpass the others.

As the season started to fade in the third month he mixed the two training methods of the sessions and continued to feel how he improved over time. By the time it was all through he needed Kami to make him five gis as they all got damaged.

Namori looked towards the Lookout and said, "It's time. I know how you feel about this, Kami. Everything will be fine. Despite how Master Roshi is, he's a great influence on those around him. Piccolo won't try anything either. If he does I'm sure by now I'll beat him in a rematch."

Taroga

There was silence between the two as they headed to their destination and it stayed for a moment after they made it there. The two usually talkative fighters were for once, silent. The elder of the two opted to break it by pulling out a tiny pill like capsule. He clicked it causing it to open in a puff of smoke and reveal an orange gi with a large Turtle Hermit School emblem on the back and a smaller one on the front close to where the heart would be. "As much as I hate it, you're technically now a member of the Turtle Hermit School... And as such you shall wear this gi."

Taroga stared at the gi and then at the old man. He wanted it but not like this. Not anymore. "No."

Roshi raised a curious brow. "No?"

"I don't want a gi that's hesitantly given to me. If I'm going to get it, I'm going to earn it. I have three months to make that happen. Let's not waste our time."

Roshi responded to his words with a blank expression before putting the gi back into his capsule. He still didn't believe that this particular Saiyan would change or prove himself to be worthy. He could talk differently all that he wanted to. It didn't really mean anything in the grand scheme of things. But if he was going to be forced to teach him, he was going to teach him right. Maybe he'll at least be able to whip him into something respectable. He pulled out a blindfold and handed it to Taroga. "Put this on. We're going to start off with teaching you how to sense ki. This will become one of the most useful abilities in your arsenal. Against the invading Saiyans this really can help turn the tide of a fight. You've witnessed that already."

The old man was right. Because of their scouters and inability to sense ki most of the Saiyans were killed because they were caught off guard by how strong the Earthlings could get. Though he also knew that if they were fighting someone like Khol it wouldn't help much. Even the others who had already learned how to sense ki were blind against him in the recent sparring matches. His body ached just by thinking about those spars. He wasn't even sure if he could even call it that. It was more like a playful massacre. It was something he didn't want to experience again. He placed the blindfold around his eyes and tied it. "What now?"

His question was met with silence and he realized that the old man was gone. Taroga noticed that the old man's personality seemed to change a lot. He acted a certain way around certain people. He clearly hated Taroga but he also acted differently when speaking to them all as a group and when talking with Raditz while figuring out the trainee switch. But when it came to his sister he was almost as he remembered when he first met him during the fight with Namori. It seemed that women or at least the thought of them had a certain affect on him. At least he had a semblance of a weakness he could go off of if he ever needed it.

He found himself lost in thought about this and completely unguarded. For a second he forgot that he was supposed to be training. Maybe the hermit could buy that he was clearing his mind or something. He doubted he'd be so gullible. He was hit in the stomach by something hard and larger than a fist but he wasn't exactly sure what it was. He forced himself to swing but ended up only hitting air. Before he could fully recover he was hit again but this time the base of his chin was the target. His head swung backwards as he teeth clattered painfully together. He found himself disoriented now and started firing off blasts of ki wildly in frustration. He hoped to hear some scream of pain but there was nothing but the sound of his blasts hitting nothing or the ground.

"Remember that pain throughout this training. That was only a taste of what I'll give you the longer it takes for you to learn how to sense ki. I'm not going to go easy on you. Partly because I can't stand you but also because it wouldn't be fair to you if I did. I'm a teacher first. My personal feelings will be put aside and frankly I don't want to feel responsible for your death in the upcoming fight." Roshi paused for a moment to think before whispering to himself about possibly using the opportunity to console Sakuranbo if the brat did end up dying. He shook the thought to the back of his mind for later but for right now he had an obligation.

Taroga expected to hear some kind of explanation on how to sense ki but instead what he got was more silence. He sighed but at least now he knew that an attack was coming. If he couldn't defend against it with this sixth sense then he'd have to utilize the other senses that weren't blocked off. That was a start at least. His hearing came to his aid when Master Roshi seemingly made a misstep due to Taroga's frustrated flurry and made just enough noise for him to locate him. He wasn't sure exactly how he'd attack but he was sure that he could attack him before he could reach him or at least at the same time. Taroga's right fist started to glow and he punched forward but still hit nothing but air and was consequently hit with a leg sweeping swing from the same thing he's been getting hit with.

He fell to the ground and slammed his fist into it and finally releasing the glowing ki from around his fist.

Roshi crouched down in front of him and Taroga could hear the sound of the air in his joints releasing. "You get easily frustrated, don't you? Find that it hurts your pride to get knocked around by an old man?" His words were met with silence. "It's not fun if you don't say anything! But it's more than that, isn't it? I recognized the look in your eyes earlier. The look of someone with a certain resolve, but you feel weak at the same time. Well, you won't get stronger sitting on the ground." He stood up and waited for the Saiyan to do the same.

Taroga slowly stood up and looked down to where he assumed the old man still stood.

"Now, that's more like it. Your hand earlier. It was glowing."

Taroga lifted his hands and looked at them as if he could even see through the blindfold. "Oh. That? I was taught how to do it when I was five years old on a planet called Bourget. What of it?"

Roshi was impressed at how young Taroga was when he learned a technique like that. Something like that was difficult for even seasoned warriors and he learned it way before puberty. Still as impressed as he was he shook his head at the ending question. "For someone that's apparently so naturally gifted, you sure are dense. Your understanding of the manipulation and utilization of ki is higher than that of your fellow Saiyans. In that department Khol is the only one that surpasses you. Learning how to sense ki should be a walk in the park for you."

"So... I'm better than Sakuranbo?"

Roshi's face dropped. This kid was really something. Something stupid, but something. "That's all you took from it? Kami, you're hopeless. But if that's how you want to look at it... no. Not necessarily. You actually had a head start and wasted it. But if that's something that pushes you, she started to get a feel for sensing ki two weeks into her training. Let's see if you can get it faster than that."

Taroga with a switch became serious. "Let's get started then." He returned to a defensive state and silence once again fell over the area.

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Taroga spent the next week getting battered around by Master Roshi. He didn't always attack with his staff or even his fists and feet. He used his ki attacks too. He really wasn't planning to go easy on him throughout this training. When he wasn't trying to sense attacks coming he was put through intense physical training until he was allowed to rest. Despite all of this he didn't break and wasn't close to doing so. When he did have his times of rest he thought about the training that the others were going through right now. One thing he was looking forward to after this was all over was continuing to train with the Earthlings. This planet pushed him further than he's ever been pushed before and he wanted more of that.

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On the morning of the tenth day something changed. Taroga was still feeling the pain from the day before but that wasn't going to stop him from trying that day. He had to prove Raditz and Roshi wrong. He wasn't some quitter just because he got batted around in training. If he did that there's no way he'd survive in these upcoming battles. He stood firmly and moved his head as if trying to search for something. It was true that he was but he wasn't using his eyes, his ears, or his nose.

The wing breezed through the air and it was then that he felt it. It was faint at first but he could sense the old man's power and he was getting closer. "Right there." He caught the head of the staff with his hand and pulled it and Roshi along with it before kicking him back. "I got you, old man."

Roshi brushed himself off. "That's master to you. That was just a lucky catch. Let's keep going."

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The rest of the month was spent making sure Taroga truly could sense ki and once that was done Roshi moved onto teaching him how to raise and lower his power as it was now a simple task to do without using any techniques to increase power.

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The next two months were spent with sparring sessions and intense physical training when they were done. He no longer needed to wear a blindfold and he adjusted his power so that he couldn't completely overpower him or so he'd like to tell himself. Either way it really provided him with a challenge and this way he was able to better understand Roshi as a veteran warrior. He often wondered how old he actually was but never decided to actually ask.

They decided to have one final spar on the second to last day of the third month and they had been going at it for about ten minutes but it seemed like hours. No decisive blows were made. After Roshi's last few attacks were blocked he jumped back from Taroga and let out a small sigh. "I didn't want to use this technique."

Taroga tensed up at this. What kind of technique had he been hiding this entire time that he was so unwilling to use? And why was he unwilling to use it til now?

Roshi clasped his hands together and started to hum before pulling the palms apart while having the tips of his singers still touch. By now his hands were glowing a dark, yet bright yellow. He then quickly pulled them apart and held them separately in front of him. A blue electric current then sporadically surrounded his body. Roshi then slowly lifted his hands above his head while yelling "Lightning Flash... Surprise Attack!!" At the uttering of the latter two words he thrust his arms forward releasing that dark yellow energy at Taroga. Taroga for some reason couldn't react and was struck by the energy and was pulled into the air with electricity surging throughout his body. He yelled out in pain and needed it to stop but it wasn't. Just what kind of technique was this?

"This is sort of a double-edged technique." Roshi said as he continued to hold Taroga in place. "You can't move and neither can I. It's best to use when you have allies. Or when you know it can kill your opponent as it is lethal."

Taroga knew that Roshi wasn't planning to kill him and he didn't want him to submit either. He had to find a way to escape this. He was naturally stronger than Roshi so all he had to do was return to his original state and even more, right? He had to utilize his training. He started to yell out even more as he tried to release the rest of his power. Once he got to his current base of power he could feel small slips in the technique but he needed something that could push him even further beyond to escape. Was it finally time for him to try his hand at that technique? He was hoping to try it for the first time against Khol but his first time being now will have to do.

Taking advantage of the slips in the attack he slowly struggled to cup his hands together while aiming towards Roshi. "KA-AGH..."

"Oh?" Roshi wasn't going to make this easy for him and put more into the technique.

Taroga yelled out in pain again but still kept going. "ME... HA... ME... HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The wave was far from perfect but for his first time it did the ump that it needed to do. The increased power caused the technique to disperse and for him to escape it and his wave made its mark right in front of Roshi. He didn't want to risk killing him and was never directly aiming for him. When the wave dissipated he fell to the ground. Roshi walked over to him and Taroga expected an earful.

"So you up and decided to learn my technique without my permission? And such a pitiful display at that. You Saiyans do love stealing techniques, don't you?"

He didn't want to remind him that they used to make their living by basically stealing planets so that their emperor could sell them. "I've seen it used for six months now. I've been wanting to try it ever since I was at the receiving end of it. But you have to admit that using it to escape your attack was a smart move."

"As much as it pains me to admit it, you're not a complete idiot. Still a brat, but not a complete idiot and you've earned some of my respect. And so, you've earned this." He tossed him the capsule that held his gi from the beginning of the their training.

Taroga caught and opened it and stared at the gi. "Thanks, old man."

"Master."

"Right. Master Roshi."

Roshi nodded. "Don't get any ideas. This doesn't mean I like you. You're not my type and not my ideal student. But... once this is all over if you're going to be walking around using my technique you're going to have to go through the proper training for it. There are no shortcuts."

"Got it."

"Now, get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."
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Re: Saiyan's Pride - Saiyan Saga (IC)

Post by Darkblade » Sat Feb 17, 2018 2:56 pm

They landed on the lookout, Khol had to make a few stops to collect the others. For while Roshi knew where Kami dwelt, the saiyans did not, and well Roshi was going to slow them down if he was going to continue to hide whether or not he could fly unassisted. He could catch up on his own time anyway, with vessel Earthlings used to fly around in. Aerobird or something, he wasn’t exactly one to take such things in as they didn’t involve fighting.

Kami was waiting, his face didn’t betray any emotion, though he was likely miffed with the scenario that saw him and his other half in the same place. Khol noted Piccolo’s jaw clenched a bit, but he remained calm as well. At least he wasn’t going to cause a scene, no point in doing so either. They were here to see how the Earthlings were fairing under Kami, and of course that meant Khol was going to be enjoying himself. Kami did seem to have plans of his own for the saiyans, at least that’s what he got out of their conversations before.

“I see your training has born some fruit, though I’m still adverse to relying upon saiyans to fight their own kind.”

Kami was very much like his other half, neither were overly enjoying the fact they were putting faith in people they’d fought before. Khol could agree logically to that, but this was as much a civil war as it was a war to protect Earth. Well he had made it that way, he was gunning for their King, something that could alter much about saiyan’s as a people. While Raditz may talk the talk about keeping their heritage pure, Khol saw little left to keep. Legends of past grandeur, and a present of thugish brutality. They would have to forge a new path, one that walked the true warrior’s path. So he saw it fitting to have saiyans on their side in this, even if a bit of coercion was needed to get the ball rolling.

“I rather not rely on anyone, but this is a fight bigger than whatever beef my King seems to have with me. So everyone willing to fight should have the chance to do so, which means preparing them for what is likely to be a life and death struggle.”

Indeed, this planet and it’s children depended on their victory. And even then it was unlikely there wouldn’t be a high toll paid for that victory. But that was the path set before them, regardless of his desire to pay back his king. Which wasn’t his most overriding desire, after all if he hadn’t been sent to Terra, it was unlikely he would become the saiyan he was now. He could’ve ended up in Raditz’s team, and been part of the extermination of life on Earth. Shame Terran’s had to die for that possibility to not exist.

“I’ll take them off your hands for the moment, the other’s are waiting for you.”

Khol had wondered why they weren’t already here, Kami was likely stacking the deck in his student’s favor. Allowing them to know what the plan was ahead of time, oh well, it would help them to be aware of that. Considering the gap that was likely to remain between them and himself. Unfortunate they lacked the ability to grow stronger from injury, but then one shouldn’t be looking to lose a fight to grow. It was something that bred a certain lack of concern for oneself, not that Khol was immune. If anything he was worse, even without the programming he’d be likely to charge down a stronger foe for the fun of it.

The place selected for this session was within the bowels of the lookout, likely to prevent accidental attacks sailing off and hurting people below. There was nobody there, just a ton of columns, though he wasn’t believing his senses. They were here, waiting for the opportune moment, Kami had saved him the hassle of explaining the scenario. Which gave them more time than the saiyans to come up with strategies.

“Hmm, nobody charging at me right off the bat. Guess that’s a saiyan thing after all.”

He felt a sudden surge in ki, Namori’s, though no attack came. He was walking out in the open, it would seem perhaps he was wrong about none of them wanting to charge him head on.

“I’ve asked the others to give me a few moments, I’ve hungered for a chance to face you for some time now. And I rather not have help.”

Guess Namori’s desire to surpass him was overriding his common sense. It was a team effort scenario, while he was hardly a modest person. He knew it wasn’t bravado that suggested none of them were ready to take him on in a one on one battle. Actually helped with the training that he was ahead of them, gave them a goal and someone they could try out strategies against. As there were likely saiyan’s of similar strength to himself amongst those they’d face, Raditz’s Brother, King Vegeta, the Prince Vegeta, each were touted as being above the norm. Then there were the high class saiyans in general who would be at least double the power of a low class commander like Raditz. But he could play with Namori for a bit if that would get this little issue set aside.

“You know, I was able to hold out a bit against the version of you that destroyed Terra.”

Namori said as he edged closer, there were sparks of electricity as he was preparing for one of his lightening attacks. So Namori felt facing the programming self was akin to facing that which the Terran’s faced? Though Khol wouldn’t exactly label that as holding out, considering how much he was fighting to regain control and thus holding back the now departed side of himself. But that was Namori’s issue, so he would do something about that to better give them the drive to improve.

“We shall see, I’m giving you first shot.”

Might be a bit of a cruel thing to do, saying it out loud as if it didn’t really matter what he tried. Well it was true, he could probably throw everything he had into his first attack and Khol would brush it off. That was just the gulf between them, he wasn’t going to deny it existed to placate an ego. Namori moved, he was sure it was fast enough to disappear from the vision of the weakest fighters. But Khol could track his attack the entire time, palming the fist and watching the sparks flare as he gripped down. He would then swing his arm out, hurling Namori crashing through a pillar.

“My turn..”

As Namori stood up, he would see Khol was still where he had been. But Khol was already one him, with a thunderous series of blows to the warrior’s chest. Namori dropping to his knees before Khol swung his right leg out to kick the human across the battlefield.

“Now give him a senzu bean and we can begin properly.”

Khol might’ve been in the mood to play longer with Namori, but the training mattered more. This lot had to be prepared, and if that meant trampling on a few people’s feelings that was what he was going to do. With that he waited with his arms folded, waiting for the true battle to begin. Natsumi was the first the strike, launching ki from here fists repeatedly while the one known as Grey attempted to use that as a distraction to get close to Khol and launch a projection of his fist. Khol didn’t yell, no that wouldn’t be required to overcome this amount of ki without consequences. His ki exploded outwards exploding the ki attacks before they even got close, the pair jumping back to now be cause in the kiai as the “demon” girl flew right down the throat of it. Slowed by the force of his ki she attempted to swipe at him with blades, but Khol increased the flow of his ki pushing her back though she jabbed her tail into the ground in an attempt to create an anchor. Khol moving in to deliver a knee to her gut, this was enough to send her flying. Ripping up the floor tile her tail had embedded in.

“Not bad thinking, I suppose. If you had the time to follow up with a technique, though I didn’t give you that.”

He chuckled as Grey now with Krillin were holding discs of ki, very dense ki at that. Likely designed to slice, which as one who had first hand knowledge of ki blades was a problem. Hurling them at him he spun, slashing out with his ki blades to parry them. No point being overly grand about how he stopped them. Not when this way he kept momentum, hurling ki balls as he came to a stop at the pair. They did not fare well against them, he could see the blackened bruises already forming as smoke trailed from their prone forms. They’d be up in no time though, as Khol was pulling his punches a fair bit.

“Ouch, I think I prefered fighting Piccolo.”

Krillin, likely remembering his time agains the namekian during Khol’s first tournament, he had to ponder when they’d get around to hosting another one. Namori’s lightning streaked past the pair, shocking them as Namori seemed to care more about taking on Khol than playing as part of a team. And here Khol was thinking Piccolo would’ve been the one he’d have that issue with. He didn’t bother blocking it, as that would cost more energy than taking the attack head on. Namori soaring in with a series of kicks and punches, that Khol danced around, recalling how he enjoyed doing the same with her ki blades. Bulma’s ‘friend’ Yamcha was standing over Krillin, he’d apparently elected to be the bean delivery person. It would seem they weren’t exactly the same person who once pushed Kami who had possessed a fighter in his attempt to thwart Piccolo. Krillin rocketed off to aid Namori the moment he’d eaten the bean, Khol moving in time with both laughing as he continued to watch Yamcha’s progress at dealing out the beans Korin gave them for this session. He had to ponder how many they had, cause it might be problematic if they run out of them at a pivitol moment.

“Kame..Hame..Ha!”

Krillin and Namori jumping backwards to unleash the Turtle School’s signature technique at Khol. He placed his palms against each beam, there was a sudden spike in his power, shattering the tiles beneath his feet as the torrent of ki was obiterated launching both fighters further back. The others regrouping, it would seem Yamcha had completed his task. He was adopting the stance he’d seen him use again Kami, the Wolf Fang Fist, or something like that. Namori and Krillin adopting the Turtle School’s preferred stance, the others were more a mishmash of styles he had no idea about. With the strange self confessed demon, looking rather comical trying to match the others.

“Are we finally going to get to the point where you all try working together? Which was kinda the main reason for this whole session, well come along, let’s see you at your best.”
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Kami walked along, the Saiyans following along. His other half putting as much distance between them as he felt was polite. Likely Khol didn’t bother mentioning this part, or they’d likely never have come.

“So we’re to undergo that bit of magic..”

The fact Piccolo spoke without throwing in a few barbs at his lack of strength, that surprised him more than his knowledge. For they had encountered this ritual while training under the previous Kami, thus his other half even in it’s duplicated form is likely to recall the memory of it.

“Yes, the Earthlings sampled the true ferocity of a Saiyan unleashed. These saiyan’s know the full might of their people, so I’m taking the opportunity to have them confront something a bit less well known to them.”

Piccolo had to ponder what foe they’d face, though he could imagine that which the Earthlings faced. This ritual allowed people to fight anywhere, at any time, against any foe. There was one Saiyan that fit the bill for that, especially considering how Kami viewed them. Probably not exactly deserved for their actions on Earth, but he didn’t hide the truth of his past all that much. So most likely the Earthlings faced Khol as he was before he came to Earth, considering how much of a problem Khol was when he held back it was likely a short lesson.

With a flash they found themselves warped away to their chosen battleground, not the battle scarred city of Terra during the rampage of the Star Child. No these saiyans found themselves before a temple, this place was taken also from Khol’s memory. The place he learned the art of fighting, and thus home to the warrior caste of the Terran’s. Raditz’s scouter picked up the location, and the growing power levels within.

“We’re on Terra, how?”

“It’s the magic of the room we entered, to replicate a time and space. One of the previous Kami’s developed it to perfect their training, the ability to fight anyone from the past can be valuable if you recall a strong enough opponent..”

The ki inside was moving, there was more than one that was for sure. Two were familiar to Piccolo, Khol’s and the one that had aided him against Turles’ squad. So they would fight the strongest of those Khol slaughtered, and the self that had lived among them. Piccolo cast his heavy clothing aside, this wasn’t going to be as easy as one might imagine. While Khol grew much stronger in the war, it was apparent he had a fair bit of raw power to begin with. King Vegeta was probably wise to want rid of such a potential threat, though sending him here of all places was the biggest blunder Piccolo could imagine. Just kill the kid before they could be tempered by war, disgusting and something Piccolo couldn’t imagine doing himself but it was the logical decision. The saiyan king wanted rid of Khol’s family, so why not kill him like the parents? In any case, thinking about that was not an option right now, for battle was upon them.

He barely managed to dodge the inital assault, four Terran’s and Khol didn’t even give a warning. As spheres of ki detonated in the ski, raining down smaller ki upon the group. He noted Raditz didn’t dodge, instead raising his own power and smacking the ki balls that came close to him. However one of the terran’s a female came hurtling in and with a kick sent Raditz flying before flying after him. Taroga flying into the air was intercepted by a young male, who latched onto the saiyan’s leg and hurled him to the ground. A older male went for Sakuranbo, while the female he could tell was Khol’s friend went for Kures.

“That leaves me with you, that’s good. I owe you a beating or two.”

This Khol laughed as he rushed in, spining around Piccolo’s stretching arms and elbowing him right in the gut. How like his current self this one was, he had thought that perhaps it was Khol’s lack of a challenge that might’ve been the reason he was so recklessly aggressive. But apparently that was just Khol, and it still worked as Piccolo was sent backwards carving a pair of trenches with his feet. Retracting his arms, as he rather not have them sliced off, he’d learned that much from their sparing sessions. Charging ki and raising his arms up then leaping into the air to draw the saiyan up, he lowered them and unleashed his ki.

“Masenko!”

He’d expected not to do much, but even then he was disappointed by how Khol’s arm seemed to come out of the ki and latch onto his face. He spun while holding onto Piccolo throwing him away as he slowed. Ki was being charged in the hand that was scarred in the present but still unsullied here. It would seem that was an injury of the war, though the attack that followed as Piccolo managed to regain controlled fight he knew very well.

“Terra Flare!”

Piccolo tried to brace himself, but it was too late. A moment of pain and blinding light later, he was in the chamber noting Kami wasn’t alone. Khol was there it would seem he was finished with the Earthlings.

“So how did they do?”

“About as I expected, once they managed to start attacking as a team. Would give that version of me a bit of trouble.. Terra Kami? Couldn’t think of somewhere else?”

Piccolo noted that Khol’s smile had slipped, a rather rare thing he’d seen only a few times. When it came to his friend, and the war he fought, seemed even this fool could feel something other than empty headed joy of fighting. Piccolo couldn’t exactly imagine what it was the saiyan felt, he noticed the Earthlings were now making there way down the stairs. Even with the healing power of the senzu beans, they weren’t exactly full of energy. Like the saiyans before them, they had likely found being Khol’s punching bag a less than thrilling thing to endure. But the saiyan wanted them to grow, and Piccolo understood that more than they did. He’d already endured it, the brutal beat down, the mercy, all of it just to spur the warrior’s spirit to rise up and defy the power that caused it. Khol didn’t train people with techniques, nor with hard work, he set them something to surpass. Be it a boulder, or his power, he expected them to do so not through following instructions but developing as their own warrior. It was like Khol didn’t want there to be another like him out there, though that was interupted by the spluttering of Taroga.
“I had him on his back, but then you go and let that one interferre in my fight!”

Khol moved between the pair, his face masked in shadow. Watching the battle inside the ‘room’, Piccolo ignored Taroga as well, would be a waste of energy getting into his head that he didn’t let that version of Khol do anything. Sakuranbo was back to back with Raditz facing down the adult pair, Khol and the younger male Terran were watching the female fight Kures. Sakuranbo and Raditz launched pinkish ki ad the Terran’s, however they flipped backwards in the air ki blades flicking out and batting the ki right back at the pair. Though they followed right behind the ki, so as Sakuranbo and Raditz batted their own attacks aside the Terran’s were right on them. And with practiced thrusts, the saiyan’s were impaled.

“What the..!”

“Sneaky ba..”

The saiyan’s stopping as they noticed the crowd watching them, proud warriors the saiyans were. And having their defeat on display was rather irksome to them no doubt, but that left the one he’d trained. Why the other’s had not interfered was likely the female Terran’s decision. He’d noted she seemed to have streak of pride in her own abilities, Namori recognised her.

“That’s Persi, and if I’m right in my memory we saw he body when we fought the Star Child.”

Khol looked back and at Kami, it was more akin to the look Piccolo would give his other half than the usual look that Khol would have.

“I want in.”

“But.. nevermind.. just walk in.”

Kami had thought to stop the saiyan interfering with Kures’ fight. But the look on the saiyan dissuaded him, he seemed genuinely angry. Not something Kami could recall seeing in this one, as much as he noted there was the capacity for real evil in him. He also saw no reason for that anger to exist, must be some saiyan thing. Piccolo understood however, as he seemed to be smirking.

“I’d tell you, but someone like you wouldn’t understand it anyway. You and my maker were split along more than just good and evil, but I’m not in the mood to argue when things are getting interesting.

Kures after seeing Raditz’s death had been that of an explosive increase in her ki, as she began to push back against Persi who had been dominating the fight at that point. Using her Soko Thrust to send Persi flying backwards, it left a mark, but that was about all as Persi mimicked the Terra Flare stance. Perhaps Khol wasn’t always against showing how his attacks worked, as she launched it at Kures who to her credit launched the technique she named after her brother’s roar. It was enough to make things interesting, but not enough to prevail.

“Damn it, what was she made out of?”

Piccolo though patted her on the shoulder, Kures looking up rather surprised to see him. The disorientation of leaving the chamber was a common thing, but he felt proud at the efforts of the one he’d trained. She had been the right one to pick, that rage had been enough to almost nullify the initial gulf in the power she faced.

“Oh, you’re all here too.. wait.. where is my brother?”

“Over there, and in there.”

Piccolo pointed first to Raditz, then to the chamber as Khol entered the moment she had died. Khol had no intention of saving anyone, as Kami had thought, no he had something more interesting in mind.

“This should be fun.”

-----

Khol was pretty pissed, if he was honest with himself. The thought of Kami using his memories of Terra in such a manner, just irked him. These were his demons on display, and while he could agree that giving them the strongest fighters he’d faced to face was wise. He didn’t feel that, he felt he wanted to punch that self righteous old namek through a mountain.

“Another one..”

His past self seemed so happy, much more than he could muster in the present. For while there was a joy in the fight, it was marred by the slaughter that erased times and places like this.

“You might not see it, but he’s different. Though familiar.”

Persi, she could his ki. The Terran’s all could, even restrained to avoid blinding them they’d noted the similarity to his old self. But Khol wasn’t here for a conversation with shadows of his past, no he was here to let of steam and show those watching just what was being held back during their sparing sessions. They’d never grow strong enough if they believed sort of holding their own against him was the truth.

With that he moved quickly, much faster than even Kami with his godly sight could manage to discern. First went the parents, slashing through them before blasting Melo, Persi leaping backwards guessing where he’d strike. Only to find herself impaled from behind, Khol wasn’t playing around, but there was hesitation in this act. Before stopping and looking at his past self, there was shock, then rage, then came the full power of the Star Child.

“You!”

“You!”

The pair were savage, and without the ability to sense ki barely able to be tracked. The Temple of Combat was quickly reduced to rubble, his past self had a lot of power but Khol had more than enough to deal with him. The pair though were scratched up with numerous gashes from where a ki blade had been barely avoided, the past self’s left arm was limp. The bones shattered from his transmission of kiai ability he still needed to name, though it should be noted neither of their sashes had even been scuffed. Both were still very conscious of their Terran training, but right now they were focused on only the next blow. The past raising it’s unscarred right, the present the charred right. The difference was apparent when the ki surged around them, the past cracked the ground with the pressure. The present ripped it up as the heat below their feet fed into the attack, along with his unreconciled rage.

“Terra Flare!”

There was no contest, once the attacks met the present’s flare continued on as if there was nothing in it’s path. There was naught but a charred ditch when it was over, Khol raising his head to the sky exhaling he felt a bit better. The magic faded and he was there in the room with the others again.

“I think I need some air.”

He walked passed them, hopefully they’d understand the point. He winced a bit as the dull pain in his hand had flared up with the usage of his version of the Terra Flare. Their move, that he marred with her blood. They had to be ready to face foes that could push him, and he had to be ready as well. He couldn’t hold back for them, no if he was to stop his people he once more had to go beyond what he was. On Terra that was what turned him from a saiyan that would find a place in the high class, to the monster they called the Star Child. To go beyond that, he would need to tread the path of legends.

-----

Later they gathered to eat, Roshi had finally made it. Along with Tien, he’d finally returned from his mountain training. Khol felt Tien was probably the best at hiding their ki, well aside from her.

“We’ve only six months left, at most. So make them count, and don’t feel limited to sticking with your own kind. The time for caring about anything other than survival has passed.”

Kami pondered where Khol had gone, he hadn’t returned to eat. Which was odd, from what he knew of the saiyan he wasn’t one to skip on meals.

-----

At capsule corp, Bulma was anxious though was pretty confident in her friends to stop the saiyans. When Khol turned up, he was in a mess, not as bad as the mess he left others in but it was weird to see him bleed.

“I’ve a favour to ask, I want you to rebuild the armour that was in my pod.”

Why would he need armour? Bulma found that to be an odd thing, considering she felt he preferred his normal clothing to them.

“When the saiyan’s come, I want them to know I’m fighting them as a Saiyan who hasn’t lost sight of what I am.”

He’d heard it from Raditz, the notion he was more Terran than Saiyan. Perhaps that was true, they trained him, raised him. But he was a saiyan, one who had never lost sight of the ideal of the warrior. To face the strong, to grow and strive to attain the power beyond legend. He would remind these interplanetary thugs of that ideal, and the path they forsook.

“I doesn’t need to protect me, just look the part. Like I need armor, but if you could.. it would be appreciated.

“Of course, though couldn’t you have asked the others?”

“Probably, but you’re better at making stuff. Well with that sorted, back to getting ready for the fight.”

Well that was one of the reasons, though he was more concerned about figuring out how to go beyond his current level of power. The others were still playing catch up, which meant he was unlikely to find much room to push against his full power. The improvements they’d made were impressive, and would certainly help, be Raditz had claimed there were saiyan’s that beyond his own power. While it might’ve been in error, he couldn’t take that risk, for as much as he’d enjoy facing a power beyond himself. There was too much at stake, to become focused solely on his own enjoyment.

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Post by Ninmast » Mon Feb 19, 2018 1:27 pm

Sakuranbo's dining was ... thoughtful. Truthfully, she felt half starved, and fully intended to make it through the bulk of the buffet Kami had provided, considering just how few meals she'd consumed over the last three months. But she was considering her adversaries, those Terrans they had fought. If their Khol had been the most powerful being on that planet, it wasn't by much, and she wasn't positive he was the most skilled. The echoes she saw to this planet's warriors was what gave her pause in particular. The cool, calm, technical way her own opponent had approached battle and the way he levered his power level through his techniques, he wasn't sure she could have taken him even if he didn't overpower her by leagues. It reminded her of how the Namekian fought, and a part of her was envious of Khol to have grown up in that environment.

Still, she reflected as she slurped down a dozen noodles at once from some sort of salt broth, the way they fought indicated they were extremely close. They all trusted one another, and the similarities between the man and the younger woman wasn't lost on her. She lacked any solid declaration, of course, but she was certain that they fought the family that Khol had called his own. Her own family was important enough to her that she was willing to betray the crown for it, adopted as it was. But was that any different from Khol? They were both orphans, they both came into a new family. All she had was her equally orphaned brother. He had a mother, a father, a sister, maybe a best friend. And then he destroyed it all because of the mental programming they all thought nothing of.

She took a break from some sort of animal she hadn't yet encountered, barbecued and slathered in a sauce with a vinegar tang, to grab a mug of chilled milk and chugged the thing while leaning back. She sighed as she let the empty mug return to the table without leaning forward as well, her head leaning back in thought. She knew the Saiyans had fallen, they all did. Even Raditz, who spoke of what it meant to be a Saiyan. He didn't mean the bullies and thugs they'd become, he meant being warriors of legendary caliber. But in all of their minds, it was something that required as little change as just fighting a couple tyrants, first their own, then the one they were running from, and like magic, they'd be paragons their ancestors would be proud of again.

The naivety of that was really starting to sting.

She leaned forward again and turned to her side. "Hey, little brother, pass me that cream pie."



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It was obvious that Bubbles was accustomed to the enhanced gravity of King Kai's planet, and Yuki was certainly not. Every movement took ten times as much effort as it normally would. Every breath was ten times as laborious. Every time she slipped or lunged and missed, she fell at ten times the speed and hit with ten times the force. When Bubbles dodged and she went face first into mud, she'd just about had enough, and she pulled herself up with a growl and wiped her forearm across her face to clean it while the monkey danced and clapped.

"You can do it, dear!" her mother called from behind her, and she glanced back to see the priestess and King Kai sitting on lounge chairs while a large grasshopper served them iced tea. That just irritated her even more, that she was being used as an entertainment show.

But when Yuki turned back, the monkey was gone, no doubt thinking to play hide and seek. Well, enough was enough of that. She pushed fully to her feet and clenched her fists. She was done playing games with monkeys. She gathered her ki around her and threw her senses out, searching out Bubbles' life energy. Time to stop treating this like a game and time to start treating it like a battle.

"There!"

She threw her head to the side, looking directly at the monkey, who let out a yelp and turned to run, but skidded short before a flurry of snow that manifested as the child he was fleeing. He wheeled around, clawing at the ground for traction, but as his tail went out for balance, her hand came out and snagged it, yanking him off of his feet.

"Good job!" King Kai's rotund form praised as she approached, holding the monkey before her. "And it only took you two weeks!"

That made her brow shoot up. "Two weeks?! Seriously?!" She knew the sensation of time didn't flow like in the mortal realm here, but to think she'd been chasing the monkey for that long was disheartening.

"Don't worry," Kai assured her, "that's actually a really great time! I once trained a guy that took over a month! Forty days, as I recall. Bubbles is no easy catch. Everyone has to do it, and not many did it as quickly as you did. You have one more test, then I can begin your true training in earnest! Gregory!"

The grasshopper floated up from behind the table. "I am ready, master!"

"Good! Yuki, your next test is to hit my butler, Gregory, with this mallet!" King Kai waved his hand and a wooden mallet appeared before her.

Gregory casually approached the princess in the air as she worked her hands over the mallet, figuring out the best way to heft it. "I appreciate how respectful you've been of my master. Not everyone that comes to visit is. In gratitude, I'll warn you, I'm incredibly fa-- AAGH!"

In truth, Yuki hadn't been listening to him. She wasn't really struggling with figuring out how to swing a mallet, either. Rather, the thing was heavy. Unnaturally so, even with the incredible gravity of the planetoid. What poor Gregory had seen was Yuki exerting in a sudden burst of ki as she reflexively took on her practiced "frozen corpse" face while raising it, and instead of a young woman, Gregory had seen an atrophied, wan face with iced over eyes and frostburnt decay.

The next moment, he'd barely sidestepped a crashing blow that shook clear over by King Kai and her mother, then turned and fled from the terrifying specter. Immediately, Yuki whirled and took off after him.

Rather than the playful escapades Bubbles had taken, the next two weeks were a brutal, endless display of Gregory seemingly running for his life while the warrior princess liberally obliterated everything in her path in her attempts to bring it down on the sprite's head. Each day, unnoticeable at first, she got a little faster, Gregory's dodges getting a little closer, the blows getting a little harsher.

On the last day, Gregory was tiring, and was desperately hiding to catch his breath, but knew he couldn't take long. Hiding from the princess was impossible. Sure enough, he barely jumped out of the way as the hammer obliterated the plant pot he had been hiding behind. He tried to shoot through the air, but stopped short as the girl appeared before him, or tried to. Instead, he skidded ... right through the after-image.

He signed his surrender when he lagged in confusion, and Yuki appeared above him. When he recognized the shadow, it was too late, and the mallet sent him cratering down to the planet.

Yuki followed shortly, collapsing next to him and panting heavily, the haunted mien vanishing at the same instant.

King Kai came to stand over her, hands crossed behind him and a smile on his face. Her mother joined him shortly, towering over him and her smile warm and proud.

"Excellent, excellent!" King Kai praised her. "Gregory, get some food going, I think we're all hungry, and I'm looking forward to getting this one's training started."

"Ugh-ugh ..." Gregory replied as he staggered out of his hole, head lolling about. "Y-yes ... m-master ... I'll get on that ... as quickly as possible ..."
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Post by Kindredtown » Tue Feb 20, 2018 1:51 am

Taroga found himself thinking about the time traveling training that they had just went through while he was devouring the best meal he had in a while. No offense to his sister's earlier prepared meal, of course. This Kami definitely knew how to appease someone's appetite. The only one he felt that could compare on this planet was the blue haired woman that had hosted the original war meeting party. Though he was sure that she didn't prepare the food herself. She didn't seem like the kitchen type. Now that he thought about it he wasn't sure what her role was in all of this. What connection did she have to all of these Earthen fighters? And why did it appear that she was the only thing that Namori seemed to fear? If he recalled correctly he even warned Khol about being late because of her. Did she hold more power than she and the scouter let on? He knew the Earthlings were skilled at hiding their power but he didn't see her as a warrior at all.

His thoughts were digressing again and he returned them back to the time traveling. He didn't exactly know how it worked so he just chalked it up to simply magic just like the beans they've become so used to using now. He believed that, that session was some proof to his improvement over the six months. It took that version of Khol interfering to take him out of the fight. And it was satisfying that he wasn't the first one out.

Taroga was in the middle of tearing into the ribs of some delicious animal with his teeth when Sakuranbo asked him to pass her the cream pie. He reached for it and then handed it to her. He swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth. "Something on your mind?" He already knew that there was. He'd be a terrible little brother if he didn't notice simple things like that when it came to her.

Namori thought it was a sight seeing Khol eat but these Saiyans could really put away some food and it didn't make their bodies change in the slightest. He wondered how any Saiyan could even get fat. He wondered where Khol had gone off to and if he'd return before they started training again. Though part of him doubted it after what just happened with fighting his past self. He guessed for now they should let him have his own space.
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Post by Ninmast » Tue Feb 20, 2018 7:13 am

Sakuranbo didn't bother dishing out slices of the pie, merely digging her eating utensil directly in. The filling was thick, and tasted a bit like a sweet, soft cheese, and the topping was little, red fruits in a thick syrup. The crust was some sort of crumbs that tasted sweetened with a browned sweetener. She liked it. "Yeah," she answered after she had chewed down her first bite enough to do so, then finished it and swallowed. "Did you notice?" She glanced toward her brother with seriousness in her eyes. "Those people we fought. They were his family. He was raised by a family before his programming activated."
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Post by Kindredtown » Tue Feb 20, 2018 1:57 pm

He noticed. He didn't want to think too much about that part of the simulation. It reminded him too much of his start. The only difference was that he wasn't brainwashed into killing the one that looked after him. He didn't realize that he didn't respond to her immediately and was drifting off. He turned to her as he regained his senses. "Yeah... I noticed." He didn't talk much about his time spent on the planet if at all. "Hard to imagine someone could bring death to someone that raised them, right?" There was more than a hint of sarcasm in his words. Maybe it was time for him to confront his own past. "His life has been filled with tragedies like that. Two families killed and both technically by the hands of his King. The more that you think about it the more you realize we've been blindly following two tyrants. One was just better at hiding it."
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Post by Darkblade » Tue Feb 20, 2018 6:31 pm

Kures was coming to terms with this latest defeat, not cause she’d lost again. No she was getting used to this training showing her just how far she still had to go as a warrior. Sakuranbo and Taroga had hit the nail on the head, they’d just faced her brother and the closest thing he knew to a family. Before that arm of his was covered in that blackened scar, he was a powerhouse yes, but more than that, he seemed to have a truer joy in the fight than his present self. The laughter was less biting, it would seem her brother’s victory against the odds had taken more a toll than he liked to let on.

“The Temple was home to the warrior caste of the Terrans, where they could hide their power from the city dwelling castes. For Terran’s can see Ki as we see light, thus the truly strong among them could blind their kin if not separated. There were many more in that temple, but I drew upon those that were strongest in his mind. I assume that is why he was called the Star Child, most Terrans never saw their deaths coming.”

Kami had been in deep conversations with King Kai ever since encountering Khol, the Kai was indeed surprised to find the saiyan had somehow gotten to Earth. It was he who told him much of what he knew of the war of extinction fought on Terra. It certainly coloured his perception of Khol, and the Saiyans.

“So that’s what she meant..”

Piccolo muttered to himself, not comprehending what it was Persi had said to him. Though still unknowing to why it was said, she saw his ki, but to call it gentle was folly. His ki ought to reflect his nature, the Demon King reborn. Though it made him ponder who she had remind her of, not Khol for sure. Even when he wasn’t committing genocide, his ki felt overpowering rather than ‘gentle’. Kami however was proving yet again, while he might be the pure goodness to his evil he had no grasp of what it was to be anything other than a guardian. Holier than thou, didn’t teach you anything of what it was like to be alive. Didn’t seem to grasp it might cause people a problem to see the dead of those they cared about might be a bit of a problem to those that had those connections. While he had no such people, he could understand it, the pain and rage that could come from that. Piccolo noted that the brother and sister had a habit of their ki exploding out in response to their anger. Kures more so, as Khol had yet to really but pushed to their limits while he had known him.

“They didn’t seem very blinded by us, if anything they were just as fearsome as the stories used to scare children suggest.”

Raditz wasn’t so much speaking of their power, which was indeed troublesome. But their lack of emotionalism, he’d fought many battles in the past. Never had he faced someone who didn’t show some sense of emotion, be it those who found joy in fighting, or anger to those that had done wrong by them. Pity that it had to come down to a battle even, no the eyes of that Terran just stared at him. As if they were merely studying an odd shaped cloud, not engaged in a life or death struggle. The younger pair, at what point would they have begun to adopt that emptiness? Had Khol’s programming not kicked in, would they have encountered him one day making the self same empty stare? Ok, that was doubtful. Even if it had been only the second time he’d seen anger in Khol, he enjoyed fighting too much to be able to achieve such a state.

“Well if he doesn’t return, I’m eating for him.”

Kures had noted her hunger wasn’t lessening like it normally would, that fight seemingly took more out of her than she realised. Maybe it was the stress of seeing Raditz being skewered, bringing about an emptiness she needed to fill with meat. Though if they were the ones strongest in Khol’s memory, she had to ponder about the young Terran who so readily kicked her butt. Even if she did manage to get a lick in before getting blasted into oblivion. What was she to him, more questions she could be asking him. But her wasn’t here, and she hadn’t exactly gotten around to opening up about their relationship.

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Post by Ninmast » Wed Feb 21, 2018 7:01 am

"If they see ki as light," Sakuranbo put in to Raditz' observation, happy to have some facet of the fight to analyze that wasn't as depressing as the truth of the infant programming they'd all accepted culturally for so many generations, "maybe it's relative."

She filled her empty plate with some sort of noodles, vegetables and meat segments slathered with a starch and a black, salty sauce as she continued. "I know you haven't learned ki sensing yet, commander, but even without it, every Saiyan knows what it's like to stand in the presence of a more powerful ki. If this was their warrior caste, it makes sense that they're significantly stronger than the rest of the population of the planet. Khol was close enough to them in power level that he was brighter, but not blinding, until his programming activated, which is why he lived with them instead of in the general population." She took the fork and entwined it in as much of the pasta in one go as she could, vegetables and meat being picked up in the process. She got almost the entire plate in one go. "We would have been notably brighter than the general population, perhaps, but nothing brighter than what the caste's children put off compared to what they were accustomed to seeing."

And the whole thing went into her mouth, typical Saiyan eating, if less rude only because she chewed with her mouth shut and didn't make obnoxious noises while doing so.
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Post by McGenty » Thu Feb 22, 2018 3:41 am

For his part, Gray was a little less somber at this meal than he had been the last time they’d faced a version of Khol. Sure, the entire group had still lost to the Saiyan. Sure, they had still not managed to place a meaningful scratch on him. But this time, they had managed to stay on their feet longer, and that was progress in its own right. Adding to that the fact that he and Krillin had done the whole thing wearing their weighted clothing (in large part because the opportunity to dramatically remove the weights as they had planned never presented itself,) Gray was outright encouraged by the encounter.

Cheery as he may have been – or as close to it as he ever got, which would still appear blank facedly serious to anyone who didn’t know him – Gray was still Gray, which meant he still ate in relative silence, speaking only when spoken to and observing his erstwhile allies intently. Being used to fighting in a tightly disciplined team, this group frustrated him a great deal. Namori in particular seemed to have no concept of fighting with or for anyone but himself. Gray had already determined to stay clear of him when the day came, lest the man’s suicidal self-centeredness engulf him in its fallout. There may have been hope for the others, but as everyone had just discovered, fighting as a team didn’t come easily, even with the best of intentions. At the level they would need to perform at, weeks, if not months of practice would be required.

This train of thought took hold about halfway into the meal, and after some musing, Gray addressed Krillin.

“Tell me more about that guy,” he gestured to Yamcha.

“Yamcha?” Krillin shrugged. “There’s not a lot to tell. He’s a great fighter compared to most people, but he’s even more out of his league with the Saiyans than you and me.”

“You think he'd be able to keep up?”

Krillin thought for a moment, then shook his head slowly. "I don't think he wants to."

Gray scowled, and asked: "Is there anybody else you'd put at about our level?"

The monk pointed at a large, bald man with a third eye in his forehead. “Tien’s the only other one I know of. Last time I saw him, he was way stronger than me, but nowhere near Khol. He might be stronger than you…”

Gray registered surprise, briefly, at Krillin’s tacit acknowledgment of the difference in their power that had developed, but he let it go without further mention. Krillin continued:

“…but he mostly keeps to himself. The last time I heard anyone ran into him was a couple years ago.”

“Do you think he could fight in a group?” Gray prodded.

“Probably. He was part of a pretty good sized school when we first met him.” Krillin narrowed his eyes. “Why? What are you thinking of?”

Gray didn’t answer, instead watching while the meal wound down and people started splintering off into their training groups again. Sure enough, Tien was left standing alone in short order. Gray approached him, and after brief introductions, proposed his idea: The three of them, being varying degrees of not-even-close to Khol’s level, would train together. Obviously their goal would be to increase their power as much as possible in the remaining time, but more importantly, they would learn to coordinate their attacks, defenses, and techniques and fight as one single unit.

Krillin agreed readily, adding his own explanation of the gains he and Gray had made together.

“Show me.”

Gray offered the three eyed man his usual blank stare. “Show you what?”

“Show me what you can do. I don’t have time to waste training below my level.”

In response, the commando removed his combat vest, gun belt, and gi, letting each crash to the ground, shattering tiles, and motioned for Tien to make a move. The match was brief, and Tien pulled off a solid, if not easy victory, but he was convinced. The four agreed to continue training on the lookout, starting the next day, since Tien would need to retrieve some belongings.

“One more thing,” Tien added as the group was about to split for the evening. “Where did you get those clothes?”

“Kami.” Krillin replied. “I think Mr. Popo actually made them, though.”

“I did.”

The group was universally startled to find the spirit suddenly standing inches away. Gray could have sworn he hadn’t been there even the moment before Krillin said his name.

“Would you like a set as well, Tien Shinhan?”

“I would.”

“I will make you several sets.” Popo smiled. “They will be ready for you in the morning. Sweet dreeeaams.”

The spirit then turned and left. Only after he seemed to be well and truly gone did Gray ask:

“Does that guy scare anybody else?”
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Post by Kindredtown » Fri Feb 23, 2018 6:19 am

Although he'd hate to admit it, it made sense to Taroga that the Terrans weren't blinded by their k or even fazed by it. Though he hated being compared to children of the warrior caste. The Saiyans were supposed to be the most elite fighters in the Universe and apparently that was just about equal to a child on a now extinct planet. But the topic of ki being shown as light did seem to interest him. What did the light of his enemy look like? He lived for the day that his own light would swallow his.

Namori listened to the conversation while he watched them eat. The ability to see ki as light and not being able to control it seemed more like a weakness to him than a benefit. The incident of the Star Child and Kami's words seemed to confirm that. He started to wonder about Persi. Would she ever find it in her to forgive Khol? Would she listen to the explanation about the programming? He started to doubt it. The last time she saw him he was well within his mind. She probably wouldn't believe it. But if she did she'd be a great help towards their future fight against the king and his men. If she truly wanted her revenge on Khol she'd be training just as hard as they were now. Maybe even harder because she witnessed his overwhelming power just as they did. The difference is the Khol that was the Star Child didn't hold back or toy with them like he did when the Saiyans arrived on Earth.

When the conversation seemed to die down he stood up and turned to Taroga. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

He was in the middle of stuffing his face when Namori addressed him. He swallowed whatever it was that was in his mouth and responded with a simple, "Sure."

They walked off away from the group. When they stopped Taroga asked, "What is it?"

Namori looked him up and down as if he were sizing him up. "I noticed your gi. It honestly surprised me to see that Master Roshi took you on as a student. Don't take it as an insult. I just know how he can be. In my training I keep letting my one sided rivalry against Khol and my loss to Piccolo get in my head. I can't let that happen in an actual battlefield. I can't put the lives of the others at risk like that."

"Okay... What does that have to do with me?" He had a feeling where Namori was going with this but the beating around the bush was annoying to him.

"It both does and doesn't. I want you to train with me under Kami. He'll probably protest to it but I can convince him. I need someone to be able to push me in training. Someone that can keep my mind off of everything else because I'll only be able to focus on the training at hand."

"What's in it for me?"

Namori thought about that as well. He hoped he'd be able to convince him just as he convinced himself that this was a good idea. "You'll be pushed as well. You already consider me your rival. I can help you grow your techniques as well."

"Okay. I'll train with you and your Kami."

Namori looked at him shocked. "Really?"

Taroga shrugged. "I was already going to say yes. I've been wanting to train with you since the beginning. Training with a rival is in some ways better than training with just a teacher. Plus, I need to ask something of your Kami."
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Post by Ninmast » Fri Feb 23, 2018 7:13 am

Sakuranbo had watched the two leave and finished off her pie before getting up and grabbing a glass bottle of a beverage called soda as an excuse to get closer, popping the top and taking a drink while listening to the exchange.

At the end of it, she promptly flashed over and grabbed each boy under an arm with a surprise mischievous hug. "Aww, did my little brother make a friend?! Are you gonna get extra strong now?"
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Post by Kindredtown » Fri Feb 23, 2018 6:27 pm

Taronga found himself stunned at the surprise hug. He couldn't move to evade. He was trapped. "Remind me to kill you when all of this is done." He finally responded. "What about your little boy toy? You haven't bothered him like you normally do."
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Post by Ninmast » Fri Feb 23, 2018 8:11 pm

"Oh, there'll be plenty of time for that if things go how I think they will," Sakuranbo replied far too cheerfully for anyone - namely Taroga - who knew her, a sure sign she was up to something. "But right now, I'm more interested in your friend here." She turned her face to the human. "It's Namori, right? You can control electricity. Exactly how powerful is that ability?"
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Post by Kindredtown » Sat Feb 24, 2018 4:49 am

Taroga was sure that he didn't want to know how Sakuranbo wanted things to go or what she was up to so he decided to leave that alone. He was, however, interested in knowing why she was inquiring about Namori's electric abilities.

Namori was starting to feel bad for Yamcha. If Bulma hadn't broken him then he believed this Sakuranbo would. Though he also felt like she could be the one who ends up bringing his true fighting potential out. He turned to think about her question. "It's stronger than my normal techniques but at the moment it's nothing compared to my Kamehamehas. But I don't think I've really hit the potential of it all. For a while I've been thinking about developing more electric techniques or finding a way to strengthen my current ones. Why do you ask?"
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Post by Ninmast » Sat Feb 24, 2018 4:54 am

"Hmm," the blonde took the details in, considering them before pursuing her intended thoughts. "Can you discharge it over a wide area, or just into your attacks?"
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