Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 21:50:29 GMT -5
This…was new. Well…not entirely new. Well….he had only existed for a month, so being on this…planet? Was that what they call it? Language was new as well. The worlds flying around his head…Fuboom was confused. He had attempted to speak to a tree, but it didn’t respond. He called it a jerk and kicked his foot against it, but that had just caused him pain. Pain was something he found he instantly disliked. He didn’t really know how to put a name to the things he was seeing, so he walked around, desperately hoping to find someone like his creator. Unfortunately he was under the impression that all beings like his creator didn’t move but were a sedentary race. This is why when he bumped into a person, he screamed a little, whimpered and then smiled. In that order.
Who?
Who what?
You are what?
I’m human.
Your name Human! You are creator?
The human, being deeply disturbed and unused to seeing creatures that look like Fuboom, got into his car and rapidly fled. Fuboom used his bukujutsu and sped in front of the car. The human slammed on his brakes, but his car slammed into Fuboom. Again, Fuboom found that pain wasn’t something that he was fond of.
OWWWWWWWW
Fuboom slammed his fist down onto the car, effectively destroying it, but leaving the person inside completely unharmed. The man climbed out of the car, looking up at Fuboom.
Why are you doing this to me?
Fuboom cocked his head to the side.
What do I do to you?
The man screamed and ran away.
That has been happening far too often lately.
The rare moment of clarity did happen to Fuboom on occasion, and he found that it was very confusing, having these moments of brilliance. Or maybe it was just indigestion.
He flew as fast as he could in the direction that the man had run, and smacked right into the side of a mountain. He hadn’t seen the man flee into a tunnel underneath the mountain.
He yelled in pain. It seemed as if the very earth he was on was trying to beat him up. If anyone could speak to the earth, they would find out that yes, it was, and for very good reason. But it was keeping that reason to itself, thank you very much, and no, it wasn’t going to share. He fell down the side of the mountain, like one of those rubber octopuses that you would throw at the wall and then... well... I digress. He landed at the bottom with a plop, and sat up. He was wondering how he could keep someone from running away from him and finally have an intelligent conversation, but he didn’t really understand the social aspects of being on this… planet! Yes. That was the word for it! He had finally found it. This was going to take some getting used to.
Fuboom flew toward the large shiny yellow-red object, but found that looking at it hurt his eyes. A sharp sting flew through his shoulder, and he floated down to the ground, looking for what happened. He found a strange looking man there. The man was tall and gaunt, his skin a bluish sort of gray. He had incredibly long fingernails and was giving Fuboom a strange short of grin.
Hello fat one.
Fuboom looked around, trying to find who this creepy man was talking to.
You. I’m talking to you.
Fuboom was confused. Why would this thing suddenly be talking to him. Everything else he had encountered had run away from him as fast as it could, save for that squirrel. That squirrel had not run away but more skittered, throwing squirrel swears over its shoulder. In a strange turn of events, Fuboom spoke fluent squirrel and was un-amused by its squirrel antics.
What are you doing?
Fuboom looked over at him, confusion staying apparent on his folds…I mean face. The gray man held up his hand and shot what appeared to be fingernails at Fuboom. They tore through his skin and into his body, causing him pain. The holes closed up quickly, and he healed, but the pain was still there.
That….hurt….
The gray man laughed, and turned away from Fuboom.
You’re not even worth my time.
He turned and started flying away, and Fuboom frowned at him, hoping he would explode. When he didn’t, Fuboom flew at him and tackled him through a large tree.
What are you doing?
You hurt me, I hurt you.
The gray man pushed Fuboom off of him, and laughed.
Now it gets interesting.
He flew at Fuboom, with every intent to punch him, but his hand sunk into Fubooms fat.
What?!?
Fuboom smiled and flexed his stomach muscles, shooting the gray man’s hand out of his stomach, and sending him flying into a nearby boulder.
The fun and games is over, fat one. I kill you now.
The gray man charged at Fuboom and shot the fingernail like ki at Fuboom, sending them ripping through his stomach and arms. He healed fast, but the anger started bubbling inside of him.
NO
Oh, did that hurt?
Yes, that hurt. But this will DESTROY.
Fuboom formed a ki filled apple, and put it in his mouth, chewing on it.
What is that going to do?
Fuboom spat the energy apple out at the gray man, and his eyes grew wide as the energy got closer and closer.
Oh shit. Who are you, you fat Fu--
BOOM
The apple attack smacked him in the face, and he dissolved in a ray of energy.
An apple a day kills the gray man dead. Wait. That’s not a rhyme. What’s rhyming?
I don’t know Fuboom, you’re going to have to figure that out for yourself.
Oh. Ok.
And thus, contact was established between the Narrator (myself) and Fuboom, Fuboom had his first battle against a unknown force, and came out on top. But who was this mysterious man. Why did he fight against Fuboom, and why wasn’t he given a name? Find out next time on Dragon Ball F: In the mind of the Fat One
Who?
Who what?
You are what?
I’m human.
Your name Human! You are creator?
The human, being deeply disturbed and unused to seeing creatures that look like Fuboom, got into his car and rapidly fled. Fuboom used his bukujutsu and sped in front of the car. The human slammed on his brakes, but his car slammed into Fuboom. Again, Fuboom found that pain wasn’t something that he was fond of.
OWWWWWWWW
Fuboom slammed his fist down onto the car, effectively destroying it, but leaving the person inside completely unharmed. The man climbed out of the car, looking up at Fuboom.
Why are you doing this to me?
Fuboom cocked his head to the side.
What do I do to you?
The man screamed and ran away.
That has been happening far too often lately.
The rare moment of clarity did happen to Fuboom on occasion, and he found that it was very confusing, having these moments of brilliance. Or maybe it was just indigestion.
He flew as fast as he could in the direction that the man had run, and smacked right into the side of a mountain. He hadn’t seen the man flee into a tunnel underneath the mountain.
He yelled in pain. It seemed as if the very earth he was on was trying to beat him up. If anyone could speak to the earth, they would find out that yes, it was, and for very good reason. But it was keeping that reason to itself, thank you very much, and no, it wasn’t going to share. He fell down the side of the mountain, like one of those rubber octopuses that you would throw at the wall and then... well... I digress. He landed at the bottom with a plop, and sat up. He was wondering how he could keep someone from running away from him and finally have an intelligent conversation, but he didn’t really understand the social aspects of being on this… planet! Yes. That was the word for it! He had finally found it. This was going to take some getting used to.
Fuboom flew toward the large shiny yellow-red object, but found that looking at it hurt his eyes. A sharp sting flew through his shoulder, and he floated down to the ground, looking for what happened. He found a strange looking man there. The man was tall and gaunt, his skin a bluish sort of gray. He had incredibly long fingernails and was giving Fuboom a strange short of grin.
Hello fat one.
Fuboom looked around, trying to find who this creepy man was talking to.
You. I’m talking to you.
Fuboom was confused. Why would this thing suddenly be talking to him. Everything else he had encountered had run away from him as fast as it could, save for that squirrel. That squirrel had not run away but more skittered, throwing squirrel swears over its shoulder. In a strange turn of events, Fuboom spoke fluent squirrel and was un-amused by its squirrel antics.
What are you doing?
Fuboom looked over at him, confusion staying apparent on his folds…I mean face. The gray man held up his hand and shot what appeared to be fingernails at Fuboom. They tore through his skin and into his body, causing him pain. The holes closed up quickly, and he healed, but the pain was still there.
That….hurt….
The gray man laughed, and turned away from Fuboom.
You’re not even worth my time.
He turned and started flying away, and Fuboom frowned at him, hoping he would explode. When he didn’t, Fuboom flew at him and tackled him through a large tree.
What are you doing?
You hurt me, I hurt you.
The gray man pushed Fuboom off of him, and laughed.
Now it gets interesting.
He flew at Fuboom, with every intent to punch him, but his hand sunk into Fubooms fat.
What?!?
Fuboom smiled and flexed his stomach muscles, shooting the gray man’s hand out of his stomach, and sending him flying into a nearby boulder.
The fun and games is over, fat one. I kill you now.
The gray man charged at Fuboom and shot the fingernail like ki at Fuboom, sending them ripping through his stomach and arms. He healed fast, but the anger started bubbling inside of him.
NO
Oh, did that hurt?
Yes, that hurt. But this will DESTROY.
Fuboom formed a ki filled apple, and put it in his mouth, chewing on it.
What is that going to do?
Fuboom spat the energy apple out at the gray man, and his eyes grew wide as the energy got closer and closer.
Oh shit. Who are you, you fat Fu--
BOOM
The apple attack smacked him in the face, and he dissolved in a ray of energy.
An apple a day kills the gray man dead. Wait. That’s not a rhyme. What’s rhyming?
I don’t know Fuboom, you’re going to have to figure that out for yourself.
Oh. Ok.
And thus, contact was established between the Narrator (myself) and Fuboom, Fuboom had his first battle against a unknown force, and came out on top. But who was this mysterious man. Why did he fight against Fuboom, and why wasn’t he given a name? Find out next time on Dragon Ball F: In the mind of the Fat One
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