Post by Gray Callahan on Jan 23, 2012 16:33:00 GMT -5
(This occurs after the fight with Rensou in the 10x gravity, hence the apparent mastery of that level.)
Training mod = 1+.75+.3=2.05
Technique gained - Eye Lasers. Speaks for itself.
So. Further research into the history of the Saiyans and the World Trade had shown that they had a semi-partnership – in the later years, however, it appeared to be a more akin to slavery, the Saiyans forced to work as elite soldiers in their empire. Perhaps the ‘new’ World Trade Organization had that in mind? But no. Touketsuki had seemed too hateful for that, far too hateful. Perhaps something to do with that sixty year gap in data?
The World Trade supposedly had a hierarchical structure – this Frieza character had several family members, with a ‘King Kold’ heading the organization, supposedly. This would be potentially worrying if Suki, similarly, had any threatening family members – Boliko now had done enough research to believe he would be a threat enough on his own, without a brother or father to back him up – unless, of course, they were always in competition with each other, which could play to the Saiyan King’s advantage, at least initially – but then he would have to take out the others eventually if his Empire was to truly dominate the planetary trade.
So, more training would be promptly required, then.
This was why he was back in the gravity chamber, the damage from his fight with Rensou Hiruen only recently fixed by his dedicated builders and technicians. His heavy weights hang on his wrists like hand-cuffs – and indeed, the King of Saiyans felt imprisoned by the weight of the impending fights – and if he lost, the entire Planet Vegeta would have to serve an extended prison sentence, per se.
Or worse. Extinction was truly a possibility in the king's mind.
The red light flickered back into existence, as the molecules within the chamber all gained weight as a multiplication of the mass. Gravitron intensifier set to 15x. Lock and load, Spartans.
Boliko begins to swing out at the air. Perspiration begins to show on his face and arm-pits, the Saiyan King’s (already) heavy weights exemplified. His punches start out slowly, sluggish – his arm muscles are clearly working, however, achieving the desired effect in the long run. Beneath the layer of skin his muscle tissues were roaring with strain, some tearing in small places – and indeed, this was also helping Boliko’s plan – for the new tissues would be both stronger and adapted to this level of gravity, thanks to the rate of Saiyan-kinds natural adaptation mechanism – zenkai.
His swings slowly become stronger and swifter, and after half an hour Boliko stops suddenly, turning around – his arms feeling raw but the feeling in his gut sweet. Warm up finished, he decided. He claps his hands, and music begins to flow out of the speakers. Oh the joys of Saiyan electronica!
Something suspiciously like deadmau5’s ‘Sofi Needs A Ladder’ pours from the musical speakers. Boliko was ready to take it up another notch.
He placed the heavy weights around his feet, now; the bands clench around his kneecaps (indeed, they were made of the same material as the Saiyan battle armour – one size fits all). He begins to kick out at the air, and his legs scream with a delicious agony that Boliko had learned to savour during his intensive training sessions. The air feels like trying to kick through a dense layer of water, like being in a swimming pool – despite this Boliko, again, becomes increasingly fast.
After half an hour, again, he stops. Without the simulator he wouldn’t be able to put his latest training to the test – however he intended to make use of his new speed. Taking the weights from his wrist he closes his eyes – and, like a true Saiyan warrior, pictures his ultimate foe – at the moment, the lord of all Icers and leader of the World Trade Organization – Touketsuki Yakedo. He roars a Saiyan cry of war, the sounds bounce from the walls – and then he sweeps in, his fists flying. Beads of sweat burst from the pores on his forehead and back and stream down his face. Swing, kick, headbutt…
Heh. Oh… his builders wouldn’t be happy about this next one.
You see, the king had recently conceived the idea for a new attack, and well… perfect opportunity to pull it off. He pushes his head forwards and two thin red beams shoot from his eyes and blast two perfect circles in the wall – piercing straight through and out into the sky. Eye Lasers, the perfect technique to surprise an opponent with – and indeed he intended to make good use of the attack.
Slapping his hands together once more, both the gravity and music dies. Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, he moves to leave the room; it was time for a well-earned shower, then more research into the history of the Saiyans.
Training mod = 1+.75+.3=2.05
Technique gained - Eye Lasers. Speaks for itself.
