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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 6 2013, 03:12 PM Post #1 |
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Edited by Sanosuke Hitori, Nov 20 2013, 04:36 PM.
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 9 2013, 12:23 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter One: From The Stars -1- The Plan A groan escaped the sleeping son of Kakarot as he rolled onto his side. The warmth of the comforter that wreathed the young Saiyan was soothing to say the least. Typically a good night’s sleep was something that always managed to escape the hybrid. However, since his release from Titan’s control, sleep managed to grow on the young hybrid. What made closing his eyes and drifting into dreamland all the better was the fact he got to do so in a comfortable bed, and not in a space pod. Even though the Cursed Legion was led by a band of demons, there was a much greater level of hospitality within its ranks. The members were treated as beings with actual needs; they weren’t simply tools to be used to The Dark Trinity’s ends. Is this really the best you can do!? General Salvia’s words resonated within Gohan’s psyche. You Saiyans are pathetic! The sleeping warrior could see the reptilian general’s astral form coming together before him. A thick grin was spread across Salvia’s face and his index finger was extended toward the son of Kakarot. Soon Master Aisu will return to finish what he started and you will be destroyed! Salvia’s words were followed by a blood curdling scream. An explosion of crimson plasma expanded throughout the blackness of Gohan’s dream world. Death’s hand had finally taken Salvia into the infernal depths where he belonged. “Ugh, that asshole is still haunting me even after I killed him.” Gohan grumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. “At least his death did have some sort of benefit.” The hybrid let a half smile form on his lips. Thanks to Salvia’s harsh words and his desire to push Gohan beyond his limits the hybrid acquired the power of legend. Like his father before him Gohan had become a Super Saiyan, a warrior legend to be revered by all. However, something was lacking about this legendary power. Unlocking this first doorway to Saiyan power made it clear to Gohan that he could still go further. Part of the young Saiyan wanted to return to Earth to speak with his father about this issue, but for now that wasn’t an option. He would need to press onward with his own wit and skill just as he had for the past thirteen years of his life. Gohan didn’t resent his father for sending him off to planet Vegeta at such a young age, but there were times when his human side desired to be around his direct family. Talking via scouter communications grew tiresome and practically meaningless after a while. “Perhaps the people of this planet can help me go even further…” Gohan said to himself as he rolled out of bed. Even though the Namekian Mystic who held the seven star ball was a complete idiot Gohan noticed that the green humanoids had a great deal of knowledge. Making them into his allies seemed like a smarter idea than making them into his enemies. The Cursed Legion had setup shop here simply to move forward in their goal, and that goal did not involve conquering the Namekian people. The alliance simply needed to make use of the planet’s resources that was all. “Well instead of pondering all day I should get some morning training done.” As the hybrid stretched his joints popped and his muscles tensed. The fight with Majin Buu followed by the conflict with Salvia still affected his body. No matter how proficient the rejuvenation tanks were at healing wounds, Gohan always found them to lack the effectiveness they were marketed to have. “Maybe we should have brought Grandpa Bardock with us.” Gohan stated as he eyed the armor Bardock had given to him. Dark blue and green battle gear was a duplicate of Bardock’s own. It represented the bloodline that Gohan had grown so proud of. Even though they were considered to be of low class stack all who’d been born under their family tree and risen to some semblance of respectability. While Gohan gathered his gear the other members of the legion gathered to discuss the future of the alliance. The addition of Majin Buu and the revelation of Aisu’s inevitable return made things a little more complicated to say the least. Dealing with Aisu was something that most of them believed fell upon Gohan, as he was Gohan’s rival and not theirs. However, Aisu desired to acquire the Dragonballs made him a problem for everyone. “Gohan seems eager to deal with Aisu himself.” Kizura said as he leaned back in his chair. Wyndara, Damian, Mania and Toshin all sat at the table with the crimson haired swordsman. Of the five of them Kizura had the best relationship with Gohan as the two actually trusted each other. “I think we should let him, but we also need to make him even more powerful.” Kizura continued as he crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you suggest we do that?” Damian leaned forward as his eyes locked with Kizura’s. “Simple we have him forge a relationship with the people of this planet.” A sly smile formed on Kizura’s lips. “Flute and Locke have the power to awaken one’s latent potential, should Gohan gain these people’s trust they will awaken a portion of his limitless potential.” Kizura explained as his directed his attention toward Toshin, who’d remained silent throughout the meeting. The dark lord wrapped his knuckles against the surface of the hardwood table, his crimson eyes narrowed as he mulled over Kizura’s proposal. Toshin had no intentions of conquering this planet, but he also didn’t plan on forging an alliance with the slug people. However, there was no real loss to gaining these people’s trust. Having an alliance with the people of Namek and the new regime of planet Hail, formerly known as Frost, would be beneficial. When Nishar was restored and brought into the physical world they would have no opposition and would be able to trade vast quantities of resources with neighboring planets. A sigh escaped Toshin as he prepared to speak. The others at the table instantly gave Toshin their full attention. “Very well allow Gohan to head our relations with the Namekians. He’s already proven his strength by becoming a Super Saiyan and by saving that village from Salvia.” The Makaioshin rested his hand upon the table as he revealed his decision. “Wyndara, bring the son of Kakarot here, let’s simply tell him our plan.” Toshin motioned toward the demoness as he gave his order. “Very well, I shall return with him shortly.” Wyndara said with a respectful bow. Post Word Count: 1,110 Total Word Count: 1,110/10,000 |
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 13 2013, 11:05 PM Post #3 |
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Chapter One: From The Stars -2- The Gravity Chamber Gohan ran his gloved hand through his newly cut hair as he stepped into the base’s gravity chamber. A relieved sigh escaped the son of Kakarot as he moved toward the center of the room. He’d let his hair grow out for far too long, if he hadn’t cut it he would’ve ended up looking like his deranged uncle, Raditz. Gohan didn’t exactly have a problem with his hedgehog of an uncle, but he didn’t aspire to be anything like the top class oaf. If anything Gohan molded himself after Bardock, his grandfather. Even though Bardock was considered a low class warrior he carried a certain prestige and presence that couldn’t be found any elite warrior. Bardock was revered by all and had a crew of his own to command. Gohan took after Bardock so much that he even adorned armor identical to Bardock’s own. However, since his arrival on the planet Namek Gohan felt something else calling out to him. Being on the emerald world brought about a desire to change himself, to reinvent himself. “It’s been far too long since I’ve trained in the gravity chamber.” Gohan said as he stretched his arms behind his head. “I’ll start with something pretty simple.” The hybrid said to himself as he set the gravity chamber to ten times that of Earth’s gravity. Almost instantly Gohan felt his mass increase, it was many times greater than what he’d grown accustomed to on Vegeta and Frost. However, Gohan was still able to move without straining himself. With a faint smile the hybrid turned away from the control panel and cracked his knuckles. A hum echoed through the chamber as the gravity device slipped into its operation process. As if it were a toaster-oven the chamber made a distinct ding sound as it reached the designated gravity. A computerized voice followed the ding, it simply informed Gohan that the chamber was set and his training could begin. The control panel that rested at the center of the room retracted into the floor, leaving Gohan with no obstacles. “Alright let’s make this more interesting!” Gohan shouted as he spread his legs shoulder width apart. The hybrid rolled his hands into tight fists as he began to call upon the energies sleeping within him. Slowly a golden aura hissed to life around his body as the ground beneath his feet trembled ever so slightly. A low growl escaped the son of Kakarot as his muscles bulged and his hair flared upward. The golden light that emanated from his aura consumed the entirety of his being as he pulled himself from his slightly hunched posture. In response Gohan’s hair and eyebrows became a luminous gold and his eyes took on a distinctive emerald green hue. Within an instant the young warrior had transformed into a Super Saiyan, a warrior of legend. “Heh I guess that battle with Salvia really helped me master taking this form.” Gohan mused as he looked himself over. The strain that the transformation initially put on his body was practically non-existent. Taking this form felt as natural to Gohan as it did to breathe. Not wanting to waste any more time reveling in his achievement the Saiyan sprang into action. He broke from the ground beneath him and leapt into the air. His fists flew through the dense air with each passing second. Concise breaths and grunts escaped him as he fought against gravity’s increased control. Ten times gravity seemed rather elementary, but once it came to actually training under such conditions Gohan started to feel its true effects. However, the challenge wasn’t one the Saiyan had any intentions of backing down from. Like all of his kind, Gohan lived to be challenged, to grow stronger as a warrior and to test his limits. He’d become a Super Saiyan sure, but he knew that there was a power further beyond. Gohan’s gut told him of an ascended power far greater than that of a Super Saiyan’s. That power would be Gohan’s for the taking, but he had to push himself toward it. He had to drive himself forward in a way that no one else possibly could, or even would dare to attempt. Just before Gohan was pulled back down to the ground his aura expanded and he jetted to the left. Right before colliding with the wall, the Saiyan rocketed forward and began to follow the circular shape of the chamber wall. Such training appeared elementary at first, but controlling one’s speed in heightened gravity was harder than one would have expected. There were multiple times Gohan threatened to collide with the outer wall, rather than gently move along its face as he traveled. Let’s make this a little more interesting shall we!? Gohan thought as he extended his left hand, which he braced with his right in order to keep it steady. A sphere of yellow energy amassed before his extended finger tips while he continued to fly around the chamber. The sphere grew to roughly six inches in diameter before Gohan released it ahead of himself. Unlike Gohan the sphere of Ki had no problems moving at its designated path under the heightened gravity conditions. The sphere careened around the room and quickly and started to close in on the hybrid. Gohan clenched his teeth as he turned his head slightly so that he could see his attack riding his coattails. Acting as quickly as his strained body would allow, Gohan whipped around to face the incoming sphere and extended his left hand. Just as his hand came into position the sphere collided with it. The distinct smell of burning rubber filled the room as it grinded into his gloved hand. Gohan’s boots grinded into the tile floor beneath him as he forced himself away from the chamber wall as best he could. The Super Saiyan’s teeth parted as he released a monstrous yell. His hand condensed upon the sphere of Ki turning into a smoldering plume of dust. “Damn that caught up to me way too fast, I’ll have to keep training under ten times gravity until it feels completely natural.” Gohan said as he looked at the burn marks that laced his glove’s palm. “Still the most important thing is that I have this transformation under control.” The hybrid said as he lowered his arm and made his way toward the center of the room. “Computer, raise the control panel.” Gohan commanded the chamber’s artificial intelligence. Right on command the control panel rose from the center of the room. “I think I’ll leave it at that for now.” Gohan said to himself as he returned the chamber to normal gravity. The distinct hum of the active chamber died down as the gravity was reduced. A relieved sigh escaped the hybrid as he also released his transformation. “Gohan,” Wyndara’s voice came over the speaker system, “please meet with me and the others members of the legion inside the briefing room, we have some things we’d like to discuss with you.” Wyndara continued. Gohan raised a brow, “alright…I’ll be right out.” The hybrid scratched the side of his face. “Could they finally be willing to talk about the issue of Aisu?” Gohan questioned as he made his way over toward the chamber’s exit. Little did Gohan know his desire to reinvent himself would soon be set into motion by his up and coming assignment. Post Word Count: 1,245 Total Word Count: 2,355/10,000 |
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 17 2013, 02:11 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter One: From The Stars -3- The Objective Gohan’s meeting with Toshin and the others was quick and decisive; their plan was simple and concrete. Interacting positively with the people of this planet was the smartest choice; that much Gohan already knew. However, he hadn’t expected Kizura to think through the idea so effectively. Even though Gohan didn’t want to admit it, he knew he was the best candidate in order to get the job done properly. The people of Namek had already seen his power during his battle with the murderous, and now dead, General Salvia. Despite the Saiyan’s infernal anger and hatred he spared the village nearest the conflict from his wrath. Gohan actually managed to save it from Salvia’s infamous Dragon Sphere technique. Even without technology to assist them, the Namekians who knew the village to be their home spread news of Gohan’s skills quickly. Eventually the entire planet came to know of the young Saiyan’s power and his inadvertent heroics. Hopefully they wouldn’t weigh those heroics against the crowd he was with; otherwise things would become rather problematic quickly. “Alright, I should make my way over to the village I saved first.” Gohan said to himself as he stepped out onto the cliff that overlooked the raging ocean below. The cool ocean breeze that washed over the hybrid’s form brought a legitimate smile to his face. The more time he spent here the more he started to recall from his birthplace. Of course he’d been shipped off to Vegeta at the age of two, so his memories of Earth were based purely upon his senses. The gravity of this planet was that of the sapphire sphere’s. The wildlife that existed here were mutated distant relatives of the beasts back on Earth. In comparison to that cursed ice ball Frost, Namek was heaven. “Well here we go.” The hybrid said under his breath just before he took to the skies. While Gohan blasted off toward his destination the two guardians of the emerald sphere conversed. Flute and Locke had heard of Gohan’s ascension to Super Saiyan and they’d heard of the arrival of the Cursed Legion. Thankfully they were aware of the events that transpired on the newly dubbed planet Hail. The Saiyans weren’t looking to expand their empire and take over Namek and the Cursed Legion was anything but an arm for the Saiyan Empire. The Cursed Legion and its members were here on their own accord. They wanted the power of the mystical Dragonballs, and frankly that worried the two Namekians. Porunga’s summoning and the acknowledgement of his awesome power would undoubtedly become a beacon for all who sought power. The thousands of years the Namekians had been able to keep their prized spheres out of everyday conversation across the universe, but now that secrecy was being threatened. “They already have the seven star ball…” Locke said to his brother as he looked out upon the endless sea. “They’re surely coming after the other six and we can’t be sure what methods they’ll use to get them.” Locke continued as he crossed his arms of his chest. A cool breeze swept over the warrior’s frame. “You’re right we don’t know what they plan to do in order to acquire the remaining balls, but if they wanted to destroy us they most certainly could.” Flute responded as he ran his hand over the scars that spanned over the bride of his nose, and down his right cheek. “The members of the Cursed Legion are powerful, especially the one they call Gohan. Perhaps forming some sort of alliance with them is our best bet. We may have started to train more warriors, but our people still aren’t suited for battle.” Flute said solemnly as he stepped beside his younger brother. Flute tended to be the more rational one of the two thanks to his age and real world experience. “Maybe…but we cannot hesitate to destroy them if need be.” Locke kept his attention on the horizon. “You must remember that they aren’t the only ones interested in our planet’s…resources. The one called Aisu will come to Namek soon enough and he’s even more fearsome than the Cursed Legion.” Flute’s eyes moved toward the emerald sky, he could feel Aisu’s forces lurking in the darkness of space. Locke paused as he remembered the stories of the terrible Icer. “Damn, it seems we’re stuck choosing between the lesser of two evils.” Locke uncrossed his arms and tightened his hands into fists. “Aisu will destroy us, but at least with the legion we won’t enter a full-blown war…” The jade skinned warrior paused for a moment. “But I still want to meet Gohan for myself, and then I will know if he’s truly worthy of our aide and cooperation.” “Smart choice brother, if he proves himself worthy we can bring out his sleeping power, or at least a fraction of it.” “Heh, brother you seem pretty interested in this kid.” Locke responded as he glanced over at his elder. “I am, I can feel his warrior’s spirit. He may not know it yet but the side of him that is human has yet to come to full bloom and once it does he’ll become a force far greater than you and I could possibly imagine. He will be a true ally, a Saiyan who is a universal force for good and not one for destruction.” Flute let a legitimate smile form on his lips as he envisioned Gohan’s future as some kind of hero. Unlike his younger brother, Locke had an uncanny ability to see into the futures of individuals. He could delve into their souls and see their paths in life, and with Gohan he could see a higher calling that transcended imagination. “Well we shall see once we meet him for ourselves.” Locke said as he turned away from his elder and returned to surveying the lands around their ivory tower. Amongst the stars in the blackness of space rested the flagship of the mighty Icer, Aisu. Unlike most Changeling spacecraft, Aisu’s ship wasn’t shaped like a flying saucer. Instead the Icer had a top class cruiser that was capable of obliterating planets and even stars. The grand ship housed over sixty-thousand men and women, all who would die for their Icer lord. Needless to say Aisu’s followership was even greater than Frost’s own. As everyone who’d joined Aisu’s ranks did so of their own accord, rebellion was something that existed well outside the realm of possibility. If there was such a thing as the perfect army, Aisu was the closest to reaching that ideal. “So, you mean to tell me that General Salvia was killed?” Aisu questioned his advisor as the toiled with his glass of red wine. Like many of his kind Aisu enjoyed the finer things in life. “Yes Master Aisu, scans show that he was defeated by a Saiyan…” The advisor hesitated to mention the murder’s race. “Oh? A Saiyan you say?” Aisu set down his glass. “Tell me what was the battle power of this Saiyan?” Aisu questioned as he eyed his advisor. The alien took a moment to bring up the details on the monitor across the boardroom. “The Saiyan was able to generate a battle power of 63,000 which is slightly greater than Salvia’s maximum 58,000 power output.” The advisor said as he brought up Salvia’s own statistics. The two values hovered next to one another on screen. An amused laugh escaped Aisu as he looked over the numbers. “So that brat is still alive!? Interesting!” Aisu howled as he ran his fingers over the table before him. “Did you get any images of Salvia’s killer?” “Negative Salvia didn’t relay any information back to us prior to his death. Our long range scanners weren’t able to photograph the conflict due to cloud formations brought on by their conflict.” The alien continued to speak as he provided proof of the scanners’ failings. “Well I know of only one Saiyan who has the potential to generate such power, it seems our dear friend Gohan is alive and is on Namek.” Aisu grinned deviously as he recalled ripping Gohan’s men apart. “I want you to send our dear friend Kontar down to the planet below.” Aisu picked up his glass of wine as he mentioned the infamous Kontar. “The Yautja sir? Do you think it best to send him down to Namek of all places?” “Of course, his hatred for the slug people will be perfect. He’ll cause enough death and destruction to bring Gohan running. Be sure to have Kontar record every bit of the action, I want a live feed. Seeing how much the boy has grown is top priority.” Aisu explained as he took a sip of his wine. “Very well Master Aisu, as you wish. I’ll have Kontar equipped and ready to go as soon as possible.” With that the advisor bowed and dismissed himself from the boardroom, leaving his master to himself. “So Gohan you’ve done it haven’t you?” Aisu questioned the air just before he drank the last of his wine. “You’ve reached the legendary power you were meant to acquire. Perfect soon you will be ready to face me at my full power.” Aisu licked his lips in anticipation as he removed himself from his chair. “I’ve sought a true challenge for eons now and finally one has started to bloom, you’d best meet my expectations son of Kakarot. Show me the true power of the legendary Super Saiyan.” The overjoyed Icer hissed as his dark eyes remained focused on the monitor. Aisu himself had a battle power far greater than 63,000, but 63,000 was a descent start, that much Aisu couldn’t deny. Soon Gohan would rise to become a challenger worthy of Aisu’s full power. It had been far too long since the rogue had the pleasure of enjoying a battle, but now his faith had been renewed. Post Word Count: 1,662 Total Word Count: 4,017/10,000 Aisu Aisu's Flagship
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 17 2013, 06:42 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter One: From The Stars -4- The Village of Lazarus The son of Kakarot touched down on the firm soil just outside the village of Lazarus. The scars of battle were still driven into the lands just outside the village; they were a constant reminder of what this village could’ve become if it hadn’t been for Gohan’s heroics. A faint smile came to Gohan’s face as he noted the damage. Before then Gohan had never truly desired to protect something and somehow knowing that this desire manifested from him pleased the hybrid. The loss of innocent life never bothered the hybrid before, but now a slight part of him begged for him to be more aware of such things. One might say that Gohan’s humanity was starting to grow stronger and become more apparent. However, Gohan was forced to dismiss his pleasure as he began to walk into the heart of the village. The jade skinned humanoids started to follow him as he wandered into their land, some simply did so with their eyes and others took to physically following the Saiyan. Well this is odd… Gohan thought as he casually glanced at the Namekians he passed. None of them seem ready to attack at least.Gohan noted their facial expressions and their slightest of movements. The Namekians were pleased by the return of their savior, but their ability to express that excitement was lacking, instead they came off like creeping drones. They gravitated toward the long haired Saiyan as he ventured toward the elder’s hut. “So Saiyan, you’ve returned to our humble village.” The elder’s voice echoed from within his abode. Two warrior Nameks stood outside the entrance, their hands clasped behind their backs and their eyes honed on the young Saiyan. “I am pleased that you’ve decided to visit us, there is much that I wish to discuss with you.” The Namek coughed as he left his abode. Unlike the inhabitants of his village the elder actually looked like he knew what aging was. His skin wasn’t a bright emerald and it wasn’t impossibly smooth. The elder was forced to walk with the aid of a cane and his back was slightly hunched. Age hadn’t treated the Namekian so well, that much Gohan could be certain of. “Well,” Gohan paused as he crossed his arms over his chest, “before that why don’t you tell me who you are exactly?” The Saiyan asked as he raised a brow. “Ah yes, that would be important wouldn’t it? My name’s Argo and I am the elder of this village.” Argo said as he dipped his head in place of a traditional bow. “Argo huh? My name’s Gohan, member of the Cursed Legion and former soldier of Titan’s empire.” Gohan returned Argo’s gesture of kindness with a bow of his own. Even though he was apprehensive about the aura of this village at first, Gohan had grown slightly more comfortable in the presence of Argo. “Interesting, I am surprised one of your affiliations was so willing to save our Village of Lazarus. Perhaps you really are a warrior of legend.” Argo mused as he kept his golden eyes trained on the armored teen across from him. “Tell me Gohan, why did you decide to come back here?” Gohan paused for a moment. He wasn’t sure just how honest he wanted to be with the elder initially. “There are two reasons. The first is the leadership in the Cursed Legion thinks that we should forge a positive relationship with your people in order to acquire the Dragonballs. Me personally, well, I just want to become stronger, strong enough to destroy the threat just outside your door.” The Saiyan’s muscles tensed as he envisioned the twisted visage of Aisu in his mind. A part of the young warrior earnestly didn’t want to allow Aisu to bring such terror to another race. The scars from Aisu’s actions still burned white hot, but instead of birthing an infernal rage they birthed a desire to protect. The people of this planet didn’t deserve the strife that Gohan himself endured for the past couple of years. Their peace deserved to be preserved, for if it wasn’t their prized possessions would become known around the universe. Many would come in search power and would eventually these warriors would bring an end to the emerald sphere. “So you desire strength, I should’ve expected no less from a Saiyan.” Argo’s laugh bordered on becoming a full on cough. “Well even though I can’t fully place my trust in the people you follow, I believe I can put my trust in you Gohan.” Argo said as he started to move toward the young hybrid. “Despite your lineage you have a good heart at your very core. Coming to Namek has started to bring that to the forefront that much I am sure of. So I welcome you to live amongst us here in the Village of Lazarus. Here you will become stronger, that much I can promise you and once your time here is done you will be free to go and see the guardians of our planet.” Argo explained. His elderly voice came out as a wheeze on occasion. Gohan surveyed the village as he mulled over his response, the inhabitants were of all ages. Some were young children who were half of Gohan’s height, while others were young, lean and ready to take on the remainder of their lives. The expressions of those who looked on at the young hybrid varied, most of them seemed happier thanks to his return. However, there were some who held expressions of anxiety or even fear. They’d never seen a Saiyan before and they’d only heard of the Saiyans’ destructive nature and inability to show mercy. The attire Gohan wore also turned them away from him; they could feel the cries of those who’d fallen by Gohan’s hand. The Saiyan had killed many in his time, and his armor had been washed in the blood of those he’d slain. Is that really the sort of legacy I want to leave for myself? The conflicted warrior thought as he eyed those around him. I want to destroy Aisu above all else, but becoming like Aisu in the process won’t do me any good. Gohan looked down at his gloved hand as he continued to reflect. Finally a sigh left the young warrior as his eyes returned to the elder Argo. “I will commit to staying here.” The hybrid said as he allowed a faint smile to break the corners of his lips. “I am pleased to hear it, but first I think it’s fitting we make you more suited to be one of us. Why don’t you come inside, I want to reward you for saving us anyway there are two items you will find useful in your path to power.” Argo explained as he motioned for the young hybrid to follow him. “As you wish Argo.” Gohan’s desire for change finally had an outlet to become reality. The path that his Namekian comrades would lead him down was unknown, but something in his gut told him it was right. There was no harm in softening up his tough persona, especially if it managed to make him a better warrior. Being cold and ruthless would only create more beings such as Aisu, and more strife would be pervaded throughout the universe. This was the start of Gohan’s turning point and true ascension. Through the people of Namek the hybrid would become the ultimate Saiyan warrior. Post Word Count: 1,259 Total Word Count: 5,276/10,000 |
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 18 2013, 12:30 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter Two: Life On Namek -1- The Onyx and Garments The change was sudden but much needed, Gohan’s entire body felt revitalized and energized. The aura that pervaded Argo’s abode charged the Saiyan was a certain degree of excitement. A mystical energy was housed here; the experiences that forged the wise elder had seeped into the hallowed walls of Argo’s abode. Each and every one of Argo’s experiences flowed into the young Saiyan, maturing him with each passing second. The seed of supposed good that had been planted within the Saiyan’s mind had begun to mature. “Come over here my friend.” Argo pulled Gohan from the realm of his thoughts as he motioned for the hybrid to follow. “What I have for you are both rather rare items, one of a kind on this planet actually.” Argo explained as he reached into a drawer behind the abode’s altar. The elder placed a set of training clothes on the altar and on top of it rested a black diamond; both items emitted a visible aura of mysticism. “This first item is known as the Vacillating Onyx, it’s a peculiar item that will bond with its chosen host. However, it can be stolen from you by another warrior who manages to defeat you in battle. The Onyx will create and aura that taxes those who do battle with you, drawing from their strength. It isn’t something that will be constantly active, however you may choose when to engage its full effects.” Argo explained as he moved the onyx and placed it beside the garments. Argo paused as Gohan took a moment to examine the Onyx. The black diamond was cool to the touch; it sent something of a tingling sensation throughout the hybrid’s body. He could feel the Onyx weaving into a piece of his soul. Just as Argo said the Onyx selected its own master, if the object didn’t recognize Gohan’s potential then it would reject him. Thankfully that wasn’t the case. The sensation died down and became oddly soothing to young Saiyan. The initial discomfort was gone and a new sense of self entered the son of Kakarot. Slowly the Onyx began to emit a dark purple light as it started to break down into particles of light. The forming particles wreathed themselves around Gohan’s arm as it began to fuse with its new master. Within a few minutes the last of the Onyx’s incorporeal form was seeded beneath Gohan’s flesh. A long and drawn out breath escaped the son of Chi-Chi as he felt the Onyx take root within his soul. “Well that was interesting.” Gohan said as he directed his attention toward Argo. A faint smile cracked the half-breed’s lips as he motioned for his elderly companion to continue. “Well it seems I was right in offering the Onyx to you my friend. Now the next item isn’t something that requires some sort of test. The Mystic Garments can simply be passed from one person to the next.” Argo explained as he motioned toward the training attire folded on the altar. “These garments will give you the ability to summon and create your own attire at will and they’re also extremely durable. I’d venture to say that they’re even tougher than battle armor you’ve adorned.” Argo scratched his chin as he eyed Gohan’s black and green armor. “Interesting.” The Saiyan mused as he looked at the folded gear. “Well I guess it’s time I leave this armor of mine behind.” Gohan sighed as he looked himself over. His armor had seen much war and bloodshed; it kept him bound to Titan and the planet Vegeta. However, the hybrid wished to transcend those ties and become something far greater. The people of Namek would help him do just that, the Saiyan could feel that truth in his very soul. “But before that I think it’s time for a haircut. That shaggy look of yours is…odd…” The Namek laughed as he motioned for Gohan to follow him to another room. While Gohan continued his all too important life change, the ship containing the infamous Kontar touched down on Namekian soil. The small pod landed without further ravaging the land outside the village. The pod’s door eased open with a distinct hiss as the pistons that operated the door did their job. A reptilian hand reached from the blackness of the pod and gripped the outer wall. A grumbling escaped the humanoid as it pulled itself from his space vessel. The grumbling quickly turned into a low growl as the alien stepped onto the hard soil, its eyes narrowed from behind its metallic mask. “Namek…” The creature breathed as he tensed his muscles. The circuits that ran through Kontar’s armor crackled as they engaged. “I will hunt down and slaughter them all.” Kontar said to himself as he took a step forward. “But first I must hunt down this…Gohan.” The Yautja scoffed as he looked down at the computer screen on his left gauntlet. The gauntlet computer began to scan the area for Gohan’s power signature. Before departure the scans had pinpointed Gohan’s location on this island, but Kontar needed to double check. Almost instantly the scans came back, Gohan was on this island roughly five miles away, at the heart of the island’s resident village. If Kontar had lips a grin would’ve been clearly spread across his face, but his mandibles made grinning an impossibility. Unlike most humanoids Kontar’s people weren’t exactly the best looking in terms of their facial features. “Now then it’s time to get moving.” Post Word Count: 928 Total Word Count: 6,204/10,000 Kontar
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 19 2013, 03:22 PM Post #7 |
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Chapter Two: Life On Namek -2- The Flames of Destruction Kontar released a series of guttural clicks and hisses as he came to the village entrance. His heart raced as he envisioned himself filleting Namekian after Namekian, their purple plasma caked his weaponry. Kontar’s seething and pure hatred toward the slug people was anything but unnatural; he blamed them for his people’s nomadic nature. It was an odd grudge, but it was practically bred into all of the Yautja people. If it hadn’t been for the Super Nameks that had been banished from the emerald sphere then the Yautja wouldn’t have lost their home-world. All Yautja were born with knowledge of their occupied home, and that hatred would never go away. Just as Kontar entered the threshold of the village he was greeted by the warriors that protected Lazarus. Depressingly for Kontar there were only four them. The Yautja wanted a much greater body count and these four couldn’t even be counted as an appetizer. Kontar’s desire for bloodshed and trophies was near immeasurable. Before the four warriors could ask the Yautja his name and his intentions the alien went on the attack. The dual blades sheathed within his right gauntlet engaged, reaching a length of two and a half feet. Hissing the predator sliced clean through the left forearm of the Namekian on his right. The slug man’s purple plasma streamed out from his newly formed wound. Delighted by the sight of blood the hunter Spartan kicked the jade skinned warrior toward a hut roughly three hundred meters away. “What the hell!?” One of the three remaining Nameks shouted as he shifted into a combat stance. “Just attack him!” Another warrior bellowed as his green aura exploded around his toned frame. The ground beneath his feet trembled briefly as his aura manifested in a brilliant flash of white and green light. “Right!” The third Namek responded as he stepped inward, toward Kontar. [indent ]“Pathetic.” The Yautja grumbled as he deflected the Namek’s incoming punch. “Now you will die.” Kontar’s voice deepened as he drove his blade into the Namekian’s midsection. Blood seeped out from the humanoid’s newly formed wound. Salvia laced with purple plasma oozed out from the warrior’s mouth as he clenched his teeth in order to cope with the pain. Without the slightest bit of remorse, the alien ripped the blade from the Namek’s chest and tossed him into the aura wreathed warrior. The two tumbled across the grassland together until they came into contact with a vacant hut, which collapsed upon impact. “What the hell are you!?” The final Namek stepped back as fear started to wrap its hands around his soul. “Your extinction.” Kontar plunged his fist deep into the center of the Namekian’s breastplate. His hand wrapped around the Namek’s spinal column, instantly locking the warrior in place. An expression of fear and anxiety was plastered upon the warrior’s now discolored face. Kontar howled as he took in this moment, the light fading from the Namek’s eyes pleased him greatly. Slowly Kontar tightened his grip; the sound of creaking vertebrae was like music to the twisted alien’s ears. Finally, after seconds that felt like hours, the alien pulled his arm back and in his hand was half the Namek’s blood and flesh ridden spinal column. The warrior’s skull was still attached to the vital bone structure, but the flesh still bore the Namek’s final expression. The iron smell of blood filled the air as did the smells of death and carnage. The dead Namekian’s blood coated Kontar’s forearm and started to run into the soil beneath the alien’s feet. Kontar howled with twisted joy as he raised his first trophy over his head. No matter how great a Namek’s regenerative skills were, they could never come back from such a horrible fate. “Nooo!” The armless Namek cried as he climbed to his feet, his eyes wide with anger and fear. Never before had the warrior seen such a gruesome death, hell he’d never even imagined a death so devoid of mercy. “You bastard!” The Namek bellowed as he commanded his arm to regenerate. “I will destroy you for what you’ve done to Keido!” The warrior continued to howl with anger and despair. His aura tore apart the ground beneath his feet, the signs of battle that once existed outside of the village had finally broke through the entrance. Kontar cocked his head to the side as his attention turned to the angered warrior. “What do you think you can do against me?” Kontar questioned rhetorically. A dark yellow aura began to seep from the alien’s distinct armor as the eye slits of his mask released a vermillion light. “Just shut up!” The warrior retorted as he aimed his right arm toward Kontar. “I’ll show you the power of my people!” As the Namek made his fiery declaration he braced his extended arm with his free hand, gripping his own arm with vice like strength. The nameless warrior’s boots dug into the soil as his energy expanded and particles of yellow light formed before his outstretched palm. “Eat this! Destructive Wave!” The Namek exclaimed as a massive burst of ki rush forth from his palm. The massive wave consumed the land as it raced toward the seemingly ill-prepared Yautja. Boom A thunderous explosion rang out across the entire island as a plume of smoke, debris and flames rose toward the emerald sky. The Namek’s exasperated breaths resonated behind the sounds brought on by such destruction. For a moment it appeared as if the warrior had dealt with the Yautja invader, but that hope was quickly snatched away. Kontar stepped from the ashes unscathed, his body enclosed in an energy shield. “Impossible…that was my most powerful technique!” The Namek fell to his knees as he let shock overcome him. “Nothing could’ve survived that…” The green man fell on all fours as he struggled to keep his eyes on his approaching enemy. “Not bad Namek, you actually managed to make me use this.” Kontar mocked his prey as he drew closer. “But now you die.” The alien raised his arm overhead as he prepared to decapitate the perfectly positioned Namek. Chink! The distinct sound of metal on metal action rang out across the battlefield. Just in the nick of time the son of Goku arrived; his aura laden index finger was the only thing that stood between the Namekian and death. The red and blue clad warrior held a solemn expression, his dark eyes trained on the murderous Yautja. Even though Kontar bore more of strength down upon the Saiyan’s finger the blade did not cut through it, the Saiyan remained unmoved. “That’s enough, you’ve brought more than enough suffering to these people.” Gohan said sternly as he forced the predator’s blades away from him. “If you want to fight someone then you can take me on.” Gohan flexed his crimson aura as he spoke, adding to the severity as his words. “Gohan?” The warrior wheezed as he looked up toward his savior. “How did you…” The Namekian’s voice trailed off as he sensed the depth of Gohan’s power. “Get the others and retreat to the heart of the village. I’ll deal with this guy myself.” Gohan kept his eyes trained on the Yautja. The alien had pulled back and put considerable amount of distance between the two. Kontar had also tossed aside the trophy he’d collected; all of his attention had been placed upon the newcomer to the mayhem. “Of course.” The Namek responded as his fear was alleviated. The very presence of the young warrior was enough to sooth his restless soul. “Perfect you’ve come out of hiding.” Kontar’s laugh came out as a twisted chuckle. “Once I kill you I’m free to slaughter the rest of this village.” Gohan bared his teeth at the alien as his crimson aura quickly became a fiery gold. The ground beneath Gohan’s feet caved as his muscles tensed and his feet spread shoulder width apart. A brief cry escaped the Saiyan as he became consumed by the ancient power of the Saiyan race. Within an instant Gohan had transformed into a Super Saiyan. His new attire glistened as it became imbued with Gohan’s aura. “So you’ve decided to become a Super Saiyan right of the bat huh? Interesting Master Aisu’s assumption was correct, you’ve become formidable indeed. However, your defeat of Salvia means nothing. He may’ve been a general, but he was nothing but an arrogant fool who flaunted his petty stature.” Kontar mocked the deceased dragon. “Master Aisu?” Gohan’s expression hardened. “So you work for that bastard huh? Well I’ll crush you just as I did the last idiot he sent down here. I hope he’s watching because what happens to you will be exactly what I’ll do to him.” The Super Saiyan ensured that his Namekian comrades got to safety before he flexed his aura even further. The battle between Yautja and Saiyan was set, and soon another raging conflict would consume the Namekian sky. Post Word Count: 1,509 Total Word Count: 7,713 Gohan's new Attire Super Saiyan Gohan
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 20 2013, 12:02 PM Post #8 |
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Chapter Two: Life On Namek -3- Life or Death “Ah, that brilliant light! That wonderful power! That is just what I want to see!” Aisu howled with insidious glee as he watched the live feed from Gohan and Kontar’s battle. The sight of the transformed Saiyan excited the rogue lord. Aisu had only seen a true Super Saiyan twice in his life and both ended up being failures as they fell before the Icer’s might. However, Gohan was different. Even though Aisu wasn’t on the battlefield himself, he felt the sheer magnitude of Gohan’s power. His transformation exceeded the previous two Aisu had seen. The tone of Gohan’s aura was different and the expression on his face was much deeper. The Super Saiyan’s hybrid nature no doubt attributed to his excess of potential and power. The pleased Icer licked his lips as he leaned forward in his chair; he pushed aside his refilled glass of wine as he did. “Yes, this is perfect, but he can still grow stronger. I can feel it. Kontar you’d best bring out that power, I want to get a preview of my challenger’s true strength.” Aisu hissed as he ran his fingers over the surface of the table. The Icer’s desire to be challenged was warped to say the least. However, for Gohan it was quite convenient. Soon Gohan would have his revenge and the Icer who took so much from him would be no more. Crack A bone crunching sound wave resonated through the emerald heavens as Gohan’s aura imbued fist collided with Kontar’s own. Even though Gohan had become a Super Saiyan the two fought on par with one another. Kontar’s strength wasn’t something to be misjudged or underestimated. While it was true Gohan was able to keep from being cleaved in two, Kontar’s physical strength was beyond that of any opponent Gohan had faced previously. Salvia paled in comparison to Kontar’s strength, cunning and tenacity. The Yautja was a credit to his people, he embodied their fiery desire to hunt and kill. Like the Saiyans the Yautja relished in combat and anything that provided a challenge. The only difference between the two races, aside from their looks, was the Yautja’s love for technology and weaponry. They were hunters before they were considered fighters after all. No culture, no matter how evolved, was able to completely abandon their roots. “Not bad Super Saiyan.” Kontar said as he pulled his fist away from Gohan’s and avoided a low kick aimed at his left shin. “I see how you were able to kill Salvia; however you still don’t have what it takes to defeat me.” The Yautja said as he slammed his knee into Gohan’s sternum, forcing the Saiyan backward a couple of inches. “See? You failed to see through such a simple counter.” The alien taunted his teenage foe. Gohan didn’t waste his breath on words instead as he kept his composure and went on the attack. The mini titan’s aura burned brightly around his form as his fists began to fly. Each of the Saiyan’s punches were carefully avoided by the Yautja. Each miss resulted in Gohan having to avoid being slammed in the chest or face once again. Slowly but surely the Yautja was proving that he was indeed more skilled than the hybrid. Their powers may’ve been dead even but the combat experience Kontar had greatly surpassed the son of Kakarot’s. Eventually the Super Saiyan would tire and that was when Kontar planned to finish things. Damn it, this isn’t working! Gohan thought as he ducked below a potentially fatal swing of Kontar’s dual blades. I need to change things up a bit! The hybrid thought as he avoided yet another swing of Kontar’s blades. Gohan blocked the slash once before, but Kontar’s sudden unveiling of skill made the hybrid change his mind about letting those blades touch his flesh again. Now! Gohan thought as he kicked backward and launched himself into the air. The Saiyan’s aura trailed behind him like jet exhaust as he accelerated away from Kontar. Gohan’s emerald spheres remained trained on his grounded foe, losing sight of the alien was not an option. Kontar sighed as he stood up, reaching his full height of seven feet and eight inches. The eye slits of his combat mask released a dark yellow light, as an energy weapon position itself on his right shoulder. The barrel of the weapon began to collect white hot particles of plasma as it hummed to life. A red beam of light shot from Kontar’s face mask and locked onto the dead center of Gohan’s chest. The sudden appearance of the laser sight brought an expression of shock to the Super Saiyan’s face. No matter how much he tried to bob and weave, the sight never left his body. “Shit!” Gohan thought as three plasma blasts were released from Kontar’s shoulder cannon. Dodging them was pointless; Gohan was left with only one option. One after another the three bolts of plasma collided with the Gohan’s arms. A burning sensation ran through his entire body as the bolts released their payload into the young warrior. The Yautja’s weapon was far more advanced and powerful than the blaster rifles most soldiers were equipped with. Kontar’s weapon actually had the power to inflict pain. The final impact and explosion veiled the hybrid in dust and debris, giving him what he hoped was a moment to catch his breath. “Rest is for the weak.” Kontar’s raspy voice came from behind the young Super Saiyan. Before Gohan’s mind could even register what had happened he was overtaken by pain and sent rocketing toward the terra firma below. Gohan’s body was well out of his control and with an alarming thud the hybrid impacted with the unforgiving land. The soil bowled outward as the Saiyan became impressed upon its surface. Now not only did Gohan’s arms and back hurt, but his entire body did. Groans of pain escaped the Super Saiyan as he forcibly climbed to his feet. Blood oozed from the cuts that adorned the teen’s flesh. The Mystic Garments on the other hand remained undamaged, just as Argo promised they were even more durable than battle armor. The only sign of wear and tear came from the smudges of dirt and debris that littered the once pristine attire. Heh, this stuff might be durable but it didn’t make the pain any less. Gohan laughed to himself as he climbed out of the impact crater. His muscles ached, but that didn’t stop him from continuing on. I need more power, I’ve become a Super Saiyan I know I can do better than this. Gohan thought as he fought through labored breaths. The Saiyan’s aura no longer burned around his body, it had evaporated upon impact with the earth. “Trying to take to the skies won’t save you Super Saiyan.” Kontar said as he paced toward his prey. “You fought bravely, however we all must meet our better sooner or later.” The Yautja said ominously as he brandished his dual blades. The alien was prepared to decapitate the adolescent. No, it’s not over yet…I still have the Onyx and the Chou No Ryoku. Gohan thought as he slid his left foot forward and drew his right hand back toward his hip. A purple aura hissed to life around Gohan’s form as he began to draw upon the power of the Onyx. Let’s hope this thing works! The desperate Super Saiyan yelled out as he shot his right arm forward, his hands were spread outward. Near invisible threads of energy leapt from the Saiyan’s finger tips and wrapped around Kontar’s muscular form. Gritting his teeth Gohan started to draw his fingertips toward the center of his palm. As he did the threads of energy became imbued with the draining properties of Onyx. The Yautja was instantly met with a sense of fatigue. Grinning, the hybrid wrenched his hand back, pulling the hunter off his feet and reeling him in toward Gohan himself. As the Super Saiyan balled his left hand into a fist he lurched forward. The moment Kontar came within range Gohan sent his fist flying. Gohan’s knuckles collided with the dead center of Kontar’s face mask. Not wanting to waste this valuable opportunity Gohan sent another strike toward Kontar, this one impacted with the alien’s right shoulder. With the Yautja immobile, Gohan sent blow after blow into the warrior’s frame. Each strike the Saiyan delivered was more powerful than the last. “Now be gone!” Gohan shouted as he unleashed his infamous Kiaiho into Kontar’s face. The shockwave of energy grinded into Kontar’s flesh as he was released from the Chou No Ryoku, and sent the alien rocketing toward a nearby rock formation. The pillars of earth collapsed upon the alien entombing him in a makeshift prison. Exasperated breaths escaped the Saiyan as he fell to one knee, using the Onyx as well as the energy thread had a greater drain than Gohan had anticipated. Damn I really need to learn how to sense energy, without my scouter I can’t tell if that bastard is still alive or not. Gohan thought as he cursed himself for not bringing along the device. However, if Gohan were to truly shed from his past as a Saiyan mercenary, the scouter had to go just as the armor did. Still, I shouldn’t assume he’s down for the count. Gohan thought as he stood up, the time for rest was still a long ways off. For a moment silence had overtaken the battlefield. Kontar showed no sign that he was getting out of his prison soon, but the cliché fall of a single stone told the world otherwise. Just as the stone touched the soil the other slabs of stone were blown into pieces. A hellacious laugh filled the air as Kontar stepped from the smoldering ashes, his body was riddled with wounds and his armor was nearly destroyed. Gohan’s attack had done quite the number on the alien; sadly it wasn’t enough to take him out. “Well, well it seems you had a few tricks up your sleeve.” Kontar’s face was still hidden by the veil of smoke. “But it seems you’ve brought out my unrelenting desire to kill you.” The now unmasked Kontar stepped into the light. The Yautja’s face was anything but normal. Instead of lips the beast had four menacing mandibles that folded over his mouth. Slowly Kontar’s mandibles spread outward revealing the razor sharp teeth that lined his mouth. A bloodthirsty roar escaped the alien as he called upon the infernal rage of his ancestors. Kontar’s golden eyes glowed with an ominous power as his metallic dreadlocks rode the gale force winds that whipped up around him. The ground beneath the Yautja’s feet trembled as his dark yellow aura formed around his body. Kontar’s roar quickly turned into hellacious laughter as he delved into a seemingly endless well of power. “This isn’t good!” Gohan said through his clenched teeth as he shielded his eyes from the raging wind and blinding light. Even without a scouter or the ability to detect energy signals it was clear that Kontar’s power level was on the rise. “Now you’re mine!” Kontar howled. Within the next instant Gohan found himself down on his knees, his vision blurring and a blistering pain surging through his body. The Saiyan struggled to gather his breath as he looked up at the menacing monster that stood over him. Kontar had slammed his fist into the young warrior’s chest, instantly dropping him. Gohan could barely recall what had happened, hell he was barely able to follow Kontar’s movements. The Yautja’s power had increased by at least double. Is this it? Is this really the end? Gohan thought as the world around him went dark. “Don’t be foolish.” A voice unknown to the hybrid reached out to him in the enclosing darkness. “You and I both know you have a much greater power resting within you. That latent potential that Kizura and so many others are desperate to see.” The disembodied voice continued. “You must reach for that power and harness it. You must use it as your tool!” The disembodied being bellowed from within the blackness. “If you cannot ascend you won’t be able to reach your true destiny…nor will you be able to meet the one person you must protect above all else.” The voice tugged at Gohan’s inner most desire for greatness. “Destiny…protect?” Gohan echoed the words of his disembodied counterpart. The two words took a moment to settle within the hybrid’s psyche. “He’s right I have to reach that power, I have to rise!” As Gohan came to his realization a brightly white light vanquished the darkness. The son of Kakarot climbed to his feet and released a thundering roar that could be heard around the world. Gohan’s true strength was finally about to awaken. Post Word Count: 2,158 Total Word Count: 9,871/10,000 Unmasked Kontar
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Nov 20 2013, 04:35 PM Post #9 |
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Chapter Three: The Ascension -1- The Awakening The ground beneath Gohan’s feet bowled outward as his cries grew louder. Hurricane force winds spiraled around the transforming warrior, his muscles bulged and his soul became infused with an immeasurable amount of energy. The Super Saiyan’s golden aura began to expand, white plasmatic sparks crackled through it as his power continued to climb. All of the pain that once racked the titan’s body had been brushed aside by the power that was blooming from within him. Gohan’s golden hair glistened as it was influenced by his transformation as well. It began to spike as the Saiyan’s power level did. Dust and debris enshrouded the transforming warrior as he allowed embraced the ascended power flowing through him to its fullest. “What…what is he!?” Kontar questioned as he was forced to shield his eyes from the raging storm of energy and debris. “His power level won’t stop increasing!” The Yautja exclaimed as he fought against the winds that further held him at bay. “This is insane! No child should have such power, Saiyan or not!” Kontar continued to ramble on in disbelief as the torrent of energy continued to expand. One final pulse of energy rang out from the transforming Super Saiyan before some semblance of silence graced the battlefield. The dust and debris that had enshrouded the young son of Goku and Chi-Chi slowly dissipated. Before the infamous Yautja stood a newly transformed Gohan, his aura was much more intense than before. Sparks of energy crackled through it like an angry pit of snakes, his expression was solemn yet his eyes were begrudging. His hair had changed considerably; it had spiked upward and left one string of hair that descended from his widow’s peak and stopped just past his bottom lip. The stem of hair was curved to the right and hardly obstructed the young Super Saiyan’s vision. “Tell me creature, what is your name?” Gohan questioned as his eyes locked with Kontar’s own. The alien took pause as he dropped his arm back down to his side. “I see you have the same creed I do, knowing the names of those you find worthy of a clean death. I am Kontar, Yautja Outcast and mercenary working under Master Aisu.” Kontar pounded his left hand over his chest as he introduced himself. “Well then Kontar, I’m Son Gohan…Protector of Lazarus and member of the Cursed Legion.” Gohan hesitated to dub himself Lazarus’ protector, but it was clear that he was truly deserving of such a title. “Now then, how about we end this?” The Ascended Super Saiyan questioned as he shifted into a combat stance. “Yes let’s.” The alien responded as he tensed his muscles. Kontar knew full-well that death was about to claim him, but like any Yautja he was going to go down fighting. Without pause the son of Kakarot darted toward Kontar, his speed had improved drastically. For a brief moment Kontar believed he was still able to track Gohan’s movements, but then the Saiyan’s visage suddenly phased through him, it was clear that Gohan was superior in the category of speed. In the next instant the real Gohan appeared to Kontar’s right and slammed his knee into the side of the Yautja’s head. The alien hunter tumbled over from the impact, but before his body could come to a natural halt Gohan appeared above him. With a cast iron expression Gohan drove both of his knees into Kontar’s sternum. A gargled cry escaped the predator as his arms and legs flared upward. Kontar’s luminescent plasma flowed through the crevice between his mandibles. Death was well on its way to dragging Kontar into the depths. “I guess you don’t have what it takes to take on an Ascended Super Saiyan.” Gohan muttered as he hovered over the limp Yautja. “This is goodbye Kontar.” Gohan aimed his palm toward his nearly unconscious foe. Particles of orange energy amassed before his palm. A distinct hum escaped Gohan’s radiating sphere of ki. Kontar attempted to speak, but instead of words escaping him more blood left his system. A solemn expression took over Gohan’s face just before he unleashed a barrage of energy blasts into the Yautja’s body. A brilliant flash of yellow light overtook Kontar’s body as each blast tore away at his flesh. The battle was over, Gohan was the victor and the power that had been resting within had been awoken. Post Word Count: 740 Total Word Count: 10,611/10,000 SSJ2 Gohan
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============ Grader's Notes: very good story, per usual Gohan. Looking forward to seeing where the character development goes from this point ============ Word Count: 10,611/10000[ +611 Over] Character Level: 11 =========== Base Rewards =========== Exp: 105 SP: 68 RP: 18 TP: ================= +Word Count Rewards ================= Exp: SP: RP: TP: ================= +Judge Bonus ================= Exp: SP: RP: TP: =========== Total Rewards =========== Exp: 105 SP: 68 RP: 18 TP: Fatigue: 10% *Updated* |
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