Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2012 19:17:11 GMT -5
As the night grew colder and darker, there seemed to be nothing in the air but stillness. Nothing seemed to sway or move in the pitch black dark, of the planet. It was lacking a moon for some reason and he couldn’t see anything in front of him at all. There had always been mentioning that some planet didn’t have light at night, and it would be a terrible encounter to fight something accustomed to the darkness. AS they could see and you couldn’t, but for some reason there was a peace to it, as there wasn’t anything moving, there were no sounds, but then again that was the eerie part about it. Back on vegeta the nights where full of life, no night was restless there were always soldiers moving, the clubs opened up at night, and then there was that dance place down the street his father liked to go to.
Standing up slightly he decided that he was tired of waiting around and to see if anyone was going to come for him. He had been standing here for a while now, and he knew that something coming in the near future wouldn’t allow him to be at such peace as this. At this time in the night it would be a perfect chance for him to be able to train himself to such an extent that he could possibly push himself beyond what he was normally capable of. He heard that people had developed such techniques to be able to power themselves up much further then what they were originally. Thinking about this for a little bit he had an idea, he would need to push himself even further in a train exercise then they had on Vegeta, he was going to need to push himself to his near limits.
The idea of pushing himself to his near limits seemed great, but the question was there wasn’t a place to spar. There was no one around him for him to train, and then the other thing is if he was going to train and find the power inside of himself to push himself to a greater fortitude, then it struck him. He would have to battle himself inside of his own mind. There was something interesting about these trees he remembered, he was thinking about the girl and her family before he had fallen asleep, maybe if he thought about fighting himself while he stood near one or sat up against one he would be able to activate the tree once more, so that he could have fun and remember the past and get things rolling once again. Sure it was an odd ball chance, but maybe just maybe, it would work.
Sitting down next to a tree and taking a deep breath, he began to put himself to a semi-asleep stage through meditation; sure it wasn’t something most people would do on a foreign planet. But he needed to be able to make sure he was able to sense the world around him at the same time, and to understand what was happening in his dream, but the chance of it not working where as equally great. He pushed deep into himself in his meditation, drawing out the inner aspect of him. To see if he could acquire such strength to possibly further his own power, so that on this planet he wasn’t so weak, but the possibilities of that where slim to none, but he was willing to take that chance to acquire a little bit stronger of a power. But for someone of his stature, and rank in the saiyan army, it wouldn’t mean a thing to anyone but him.
Suddenly a figure appeared before him in the forest that he was in. The figure that stood in front of him, was almost dead even with how he looked, had the same stature, the same build. But the colors he wore where the opposite of Zilo. For some reason this was a tad bit confusing to him, Zilo didn’t know he had found his inner self, but the tree had put him to sleep with its warmth. Then he remembered what the tree’s dreams did to him. It made him feel the pain that he felt in the dream. He could feel everything that had happened to him. And then the thought hit him, he had made a grave mistake. Because the inner soul of a man, is one that can corrupt or enlighten someone to the ways to begin their journey, should he lose to the inner soul, he puts his mind up for grabs.
If he loses, he turns over his body to the darker side within him, one that show’s itself when their truly hurt, or had just snapped like he did earlier today. The man across for him wore a steady white outfit, but his hair was blood red, that was something surprising. Then he remember that his hands where stained by the blood of the girl and her mother. Cursing to himself slightly he had no clue what he had just done. The boy across from him seemed to mimic his moves. Raising one hand slowly the boy raise the exact same hand, Zilo got an eerie sense that he was peering at himself through a window, but for some reason it seemed that this wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. Mimicry of the soul, tends to be nearly flawless of each other.
Then the idea came to him, this is what he had been looking for the inside of his soul. The one that had killed the girl and her mother in a way that wasn’t to be done. He should of let them be but instead he had murdered them in a gruel and unreasonable way. He had let this man take control of him and use his body to do a deed, which he could never bring to do himself. The one of which was the devil of him, the man of death, the darker side of the one man named Zilo. Slowly a smile came across both of their faces as they faced each other. And they had to know something about the other, that each of them where even in every way. But the man standing in front of the white haired boy, was the devil inside, or as most refers to them as a demon.
Zilo looked at himself in a reversed mirror showing what he could look like if he choose the path of darkness, the red hair, the bright amber purple eyes like his own, but a sense that was chilling to the bone when you looked into them. There was something that showed no concern, nothing but the pleasure of wanting to kill. That cold sadistic grin you see when a hyena or wolf finds a hare to prey on, and traps it in a corner. Waiting just the right moment to pounce, and the hare was Zilo. Gulping a little bit, he had seen what he was able to do. The darker side of him was using the skills he had honed, better then he could ever hope to use them. Fusing the purple lighting with his forgotten truth to destroy the young warrior easy, but that wasn’t all that bother him. The man’s lips started to move.
Then the words came out, they were dark and evil and the voice sounded insanely like it belonged to hell itself. The voice was deep and with a tint to it that could strike fear of everyone that listen to it. It was cold and calculating, but it showed a sign that it had expected to win, to show that it had a way to kill the man in front of him. But it showed something entirely different to him. It was offering him something to help him in his future, but in return would do something he couldn’t quite understand, then a red lightning wrapped around the man and he appeared right beside Zilo and hit him across the face with the back of his hand, Zilo went flying hitting into the wall or he should say some invisible force as he bounced off and landed on the black ground under him.
Standing up the man had much more power then he had, and he could tell already that he wasn’t getting anywhere, but something kicked in, he was just like the man. They were even in every single way that they could seem to be, and yet this man had more skills then Zilo had ever seen with that technique. But perhaps just perhaps… Standing up and growling to his self slightly and smiling. He disappeared and mimicked the man using his purple lightning to appear beside him bringing a hard hand up to the right of his face. The man moved casually out of the way and caught the hand. Swinging himself around on the hand and catching Zilo in the jaw with both of his feet knocking him backwards a bit. His vision went narrow for a minute as he tried to think what had just happened.
Of course the man would know what he was about to do, he had pulled the same stunt that he had just done to himself. But then he thought once more, that he had allowed him to use the same move and attempt the same attack. But also countered it showing him how to counter fast moving enemies just like him, the darker side of him was training him, the man knew that he could take over at any time he wanted of the body, but what use would t be to him if the pathetic side couldn’t protect himself. Zilo stood to his feet only to be caught under the chin and shot into the air flying backwards. Then the man warped into a red lightning and ended up in the place where he was going to land, catching him square in the gut with a kick holding him there.
Then as Zilo saw the man had a small smile in his mind, he had an idea, and began to pound on him knocking him sideways, but the assault didn’t end there, the force behind each of the man’s blow kept Zilo in the air, and the man manipulated the lightning around him to increase the strikes of his punch, and the speed and power in which they came. All if anyone could see was Zilo being juggled in the air, his feet not touching the ground for a second at all. It was as if he wasn’t going to be allowed to when the man turned around and grabbed Zilo under the chin and brought him back around over and slammed into the ground with full force. The ground under Zilo cracked on the pure pressure created from the drop. The man sneered slightly, at the pathetic form he was seeing.
Standing up slowly at first struggling and coughing blood, Zilo was right he could feel everything when sitting by the dream, if anyone saw the body outside in the real world, they would see blood starting from the mouth of the young boy sitting there in a meditated stance. Sitting up slightly he growled at the man in front of him that didn’t seem to show a care, he was disappointed in the other side of him, which had control of the body most of the time. Suddenly the man with blood red hair was caught in the stomach with a breath taking blow. Grunting the man moved to grab the hand that had hit him in the stomach only to see it fade into a purple lightening of the boy’s aura, and to be replaced with a fist to the side of the face, the lightning fading in and out.
The punches landing on the bloody haired boy was just as powerful as the one’s that he threw on the boy. With the weight of what seemed to be of pure power instead of something that most would call restraining of the soul. Each punch had the effect of being hit by a truck. Suddenly he watched the hand disappear and then the entire body disappeared in front of him replaced by the purple lightning aura of the boy. Then turning his head to the side, he got caught in the stomach by a kick. The boy didn’t move he just created an illusion using the lightning. Flying backwards and bouncing like a ball till he caught himself and disappeared, he was pissed that the boy had actually hit him. But at the same time he was happy that he had taken the assault and used it to create a combo of his own.
Suddenly he watched as the white haired boy disappeared in purple lightning again, and he did the same being able to see each other in high speed movement, they collided, if anyone could see this battle at the moment with the speed they were using from the lightning technique, it would look as if there was a purple and red lightning clashing with each other, trying to push back the other for the ground underneath them. The two trading punches in their own pace, seeing and connecting each time, they had hit in the same way, each throw was exactly the same, cuts and scratches appeared on both of them. Suddenly a flash caught the bloody haired boy by surprised. Looking down he saw a forgotten truth charged and pointed at his chest. He was already moving at maximum speed, there was no way he was going to dodge it completely. But he could move the blast…
Grabbing the boys hand he moved it away from a vital area as it pierced through the white armor that he wore, as it tore through his right chest. Spitting out blood on the ground he looked at Zilo and the boy was too busy smiling and charging at the fact he had damaged his opponent, to notice that whatever happened to the bloody haired boy happened to the other boy. Suddenly Zilo stopped and felt a sharp pain in the lower part of his left chest, looking down he saw a whole in him. He coughed and sputtered falling to the ground. The bloody haired boy walking over to him and sneered, “Now you gone and done it you fool. Whatever you do to me happens to you, and the body outside. There’s no way for us to survive now… In less we fuse to one…”
Looking up at the boy in front of him he had a smile on his face, he didn’t seem to want to know what he was thinking and but at the same time it was a logical thing. They had holes in their opposite chest, and to fuse would heal that completely but Zilo started to say no way but the man had already read his mind. “I know you don’t want to, but I will lend you my power, and my strategies. I’ll increase you power whenever you tap into the strength that I harvested in here, used your techniques to make combos. I will let you use them when you need. But if we don’t fuse now then we will die. Now do you trust yourself not to fall to my ways and use me all the time?” The man said with a crooked smile on his face.
Knowing that this was logical and the only way Zilo had to think for a moment. Standing up holding his left side, he felt everything getting weaker he had no other choice. “Fine we will fuse together; I will harvest your powers and use them as my own. I will use both of our auras together, and your confidence to increase myself to stand up to an enemy I don’t think I could take on, and work together with you to take on the upcoming battles.” The man nodded and walked towards Zilo putting a hand on him and suddenly began to vanish as his red lightning wrapped around Zilo. Growling slightly to himself and feeling the pain of his wounds healing, he also felt a surge of power go through him. Knowledge of ways to combine his skills, and the technique the man had hidden. It was a trap card. A card to power himself up past the extent of others, a boost of a sorts, it was one in which was used as a last resort if needed be. Because the user became confident a little to much, and that could lead to utter destruction….
Suddenly Zilo woke p covered in sweat, the blood in his mouth had been flowing, wiping it away he stood up looking around. The sun was up, and the warm sun had been blazing down on him for some time. But the man he could remember in the dream was him. But an alternate him, one that was evil, and yet at the same time, kind… In his own unique way but he was still kind, he could of killed Zilo easily and taken over, he could of taken that form and used it against him… The form name the man had given it, the 666 transformation…
Ei since its to much trouble about a transformation, I'm just gonna get some power level here...[/b]
Word count:2,947
Standing up slightly he decided that he was tired of waiting around and to see if anyone was going to come for him. He had been standing here for a while now, and he knew that something coming in the near future wouldn’t allow him to be at such peace as this. At this time in the night it would be a perfect chance for him to be able to train himself to such an extent that he could possibly push himself beyond what he was normally capable of. He heard that people had developed such techniques to be able to power themselves up much further then what they were originally. Thinking about this for a little bit he had an idea, he would need to push himself even further in a train exercise then they had on Vegeta, he was going to need to push himself to his near limits.
The idea of pushing himself to his near limits seemed great, but the question was there wasn’t a place to spar. There was no one around him for him to train, and then the other thing is if he was going to train and find the power inside of himself to push himself to a greater fortitude, then it struck him. He would have to battle himself inside of his own mind. There was something interesting about these trees he remembered, he was thinking about the girl and her family before he had fallen asleep, maybe if he thought about fighting himself while he stood near one or sat up against one he would be able to activate the tree once more, so that he could have fun and remember the past and get things rolling once again. Sure it was an odd ball chance, but maybe just maybe, it would work.
Sitting down next to a tree and taking a deep breath, he began to put himself to a semi-asleep stage through meditation; sure it wasn’t something most people would do on a foreign planet. But he needed to be able to make sure he was able to sense the world around him at the same time, and to understand what was happening in his dream, but the chance of it not working where as equally great. He pushed deep into himself in his meditation, drawing out the inner aspect of him. To see if he could acquire such strength to possibly further his own power, so that on this planet he wasn’t so weak, but the possibilities of that where slim to none, but he was willing to take that chance to acquire a little bit stronger of a power. But for someone of his stature, and rank in the saiyan army, it wouldn’t mean a thing to anyone but him.
Suddenly a figure appeared before him in the forest that he was in. The figure that stood in front of him, was almost dead even with how he looked, had the same stature, the same build. But the colors he wore where the opposite of Zilo. For some reason this was a tad bit confusing to him, Zilo didn’t know he had found his inner self, but the tree had put him to sleep with its warmth. Then he remembered what the tree’s dreams did to him. It made him feel the pain that he felt in the dream. He could feel everything that had happened to him. And then the thought hit him, he had made a grave mistake. Because the inner soul of a man, is one that can corrupt or enlighten someone to the ways to begin their journey, should he lose to the inner soul, he puts his mind up for grabs.
If he loses, he turns over his body to the darker side within him, one that show’s itself when their truly hurt, or had just snapped like he did earlier today. The man across for him wore a steady white outfit, but his hair was blood red, that was something surprising. Then he remember that his hands where stained by the blood of the girl and her mother. Cursing to himself slightly he had no clue what he had just done. The boy across from him seemed to mimic his moves. Raising one hand slowly the boy raise the exact same hand, Zilo got an eerie sense that he was peering at himself through a window, but for some reason it seemed that this wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. Mimicry of the soul, tends to be nearly flawless of each other.
Then the idea came to him, this is what he had been looking for the inside of his soul. The one that had killed the girl and her mother in a way that wasn’t to be done. He should of let them be but instead he had murdered them in a gruel and unreasonable way. He had let this man take control of him and use his body to do a deed, which he could never bring to do himself. The one of which was the devil of him, the man of death, the darker side of the one man named Zilo. Slowly a smile came across both of their faces as they faced each other. And they had to know something about the other, that each of them where even in every way. But the man standing in front of the white haired boy, was the devil inside, or as most refers to them as a demon.
Zilo looked at himself in a reversed mirror showing what he could look like if he choose the path of darkness, the red hair, the bright amber purple eyes like his own, but a sense that was chilling to the bone when you looked into them. There was something that showed no concern, nothing but the pleasure of wanting to kill. That cold sadistic grin you see when a hyena or wolf finds a hare to prey on, and traps it in a corner. Waiting just the right moment to pounce, and the hare was Zilo. Gulping a little bit, he had seen what he was able to do. The darker side of him was using the skills he had honed, better then he could ever hope to use them. Fusing the purple lighting with his forgotten truth to destroy the young warrior easy, but that wasn’t all that bother him. The man’s lips started to move.
Then the words came out, they were dark and evil and the voice sounded insanely like it belonged to hell itself. The voice was deep and with a tint to it that could strike fear of everyone that listen to it. It was cold and calculating, but it showed a sign that it had expected to win, to show that it had a way to kill the man in front of him. But it showed something entirely different to him. It was offering him something to help him in his future, but in return would do something he couldn’t quite understand, then a red lightning wrapped around the man and he appeared right beside Zilo and hit him across the face with the back of his hand, Zilo went flying hitting into the wall or he should say some invisible force as he bounced off and landed on the black ground under him.
Standing up the man had much more power then he had, and he could tell already that he wasn’t getting anywhere, but something kicked in, he was just like the man. They were even in every single way that they could seem to be, and yet this man had more skills then Zilo had ever seen with that technique. But perhaps just perhaps… Standing up and growling to his self slightly and smiling. He disappeared and mimicked the man using his purple lightning to appear beside him bringing a hard hand up to the right of his face. The man moved casually out of the way and caught the hand. Swinging himself around on the hand and catching Zilo in the jaw with both of his feet knocking him backwards a bit. His vision went narrow for a minute as he tried to think what had just happened.
Of course the man would know what he was about to do, he had pulled the same stunt that he had just done to himself. But then he thought once more, that he had allowed him to use the same move and attempt the same attack. But also countered it showing him how to counter fast moving enemies just like him, the darker side of him was training him, the man knew that he could take over at any time he wanted of the body, but what use would t be to him if the pathetic side couldn’t protect himself. Zilo stood to his feet only to be caught under the chin and shot into the air flying backwards. Then the man warped into a red lightning and ended up in the place where he was going to land, catching him square in the gut with a kick holding him there.
Then as Zilo saw the man had a small smile in his mind, he had an idea, and began to pound on him knocking him sideways, but the assault didn’t end there, the force behind each of the man’s blow kept Zilo in the air, and the man manipulated the lightning around him to increase the strikes of his punch, and the speed and power in which they came. All if anyone could see was Zilo being juggled in the air, his feet not touching the ground for a second at all. It was as if he wasn’t going to be allowed to when the man turned around and grabbed Zilo under the chin and brought him back around over and slammed into the ground with full force. The ground under Zilo cracked on the pure pressure created from the drop. The man sneered slightly, at the pathetic form he was seeing.
Standing up slowly at first struggling and coughing blood, Zilo was right he could feel everything when sitting by the dream, if anyone saw the body outside in the real world, they would see blood starting from the mouth of the young boy sitting there in a meditated stance. Sitting up slightly he growled at the man in front of him that didn’t seem to show a care, he was disappointed in the other side of him, which had control of the body most of the time. Suddenly the man with blood red hair was caught in the stomach with a breath taking blow. Grunting the man moved to grab the hand that had hit him in the stomach only to see it fade into a purple lightening of the boy’s aura, and to be replaced with a fist to the side of the face, the lightning fading in and out.
The punches landing on the bloody haired boy was just as powerful as the one’s that he threw on the boy. With the weight of what seemed to be of pure power instead of something that most would call restraining of the soul. Each punch had the effect of being hit by a truck. Suddenly he watched the hand disappear and then the entire body disappeared in front of him replaced by the purple lightning aura of the boy. Then turning his head to the side, he got caught in the stomach by a kick. The boy didn’t move he just created an illusion using the lightning. Flying backwards and bouncing like a ball till he caught himself and disappeared, he was pissed that the boy had actually hit him. But at the same time he was happy that he had taken the assault and used it to create a combo of his own.
Suddenly he watched as the white haired boy disappeared in purple lightning again, and he did the same being able to see each other in high speed movement, they collided, if anyone could see this battle at the moment with the speed they were using from the lightning technique, it would look as if there was a purple and red lightning clashing with each other, trying to push back the other for the ground underneath them. The two trading punches in their own pace, seeing and connecting each time, they had hit in the same way, each throw was exactly the same, cuts and scratches appeared on both of them. Suddenly a flash caught the bloody haired boy by surprised. Looking down he saw a forgotten truth charged and pointed at his chest. He was already moving at maximum speed, there was no way he was going to dodge it completely. But he could move the blast…
Grabbing the boys hand he moved it away from a vital area as it pierced through the white armor that he wore, as it tore through his right chest. Spitting out blood on the ground he looked at Zilo and the boy was too busy smiling and charging at the fact he had damaged his opponent, to notice that whatever happened to the bloody haired boy happened to the other boy. Suddenly Zilo stopped and felt a sharp pain in the lower part of his left chest, looking down he saw a whole in him. He coughed and sputtered falling to the ground. The bloody haired boy walking over to him and sneered, “Now you gone and done it you fool. Whatever you do to me happens to you, and the body outside. There’s no way for us to survive now… In less we fuse to one…”
Looking up at the boy in front of him he had a smile on his face, he didn’t seem to want to know what he was thinking and but at the same time it was a logical thing. They had holes in their opposite chest, and to fuse would heal that completely but Zilo started to say no way but the man had already read his mind. “I know you don’t want to, but I will lend you my power, and my strategies. I’ll increase you power whenever you tap into the strength that I harvested in here, used your techniques to make combos. I will let you use them when you need. But if we don’t fuse now then we will die. Now do you trust yourself not to fall to my ways and use me all the time?” The man said with a crooked smile on his face.
Knowing that this was logical and the only way Zilo had to think for a moment. Standing up holding his left side, he felt everything getting weaker he had no other choice. “Fine we will fuse together; I will harvest your powers and use them as my own. I will use both of our auras together, and your confidence to increase myself to stand up to an enemy I don’t think I could take on, and work together with you to take on the upcoming battles.” The man nodded and walked towards Zilo putting a hand on him and suddenly began to vanish as his red lightning wrapped around Zilo. Growling slightly to himself and feeling the pain of his wounds healing, he also felt a surge of power go through him. Knowledge of ways to combine his skills, and the technique the man had hidden. It was a trap card. A card to power himself up past the extent of others, a boost of a sorts, it was one in which was used as a last resort if needed be. Because the user became confident a little to much, and that could lead to utter destruction….
Suddenly Zilo woke p covered in sweat, the blood in his mouth had been flowing, wiping it away he stood up looking around. The sun was up, and the warm sun had been blazing down on him for some time. But the man he could remember in the dream was him. But an alternate him, one that was evil, and yet at the same time, kind… In his own unique way but he was still kind, he could of killed Zilo easily and taken over, he could of taken that form and used it against him… The form name the man had given it, the 666 transformation…
Ei since its to much trouble about a transformation, I'm just gonna get some power level here...[/b]
Word count:2,947
