Post by Nam Reikonaga on Feb 25, 2012 16:16:56 GMT -5
It was the third and last day of Nam’s training and he thought he should leave Satan City and return to the Lookout, where his real training would begin. Thanks to his efforts, Satan City was back to normal, as if debris had never fallen in the first place. The half-saiyan flew out, heading back to Korin’s Tower. It seemed a little odd to him that he hadn’t been attacked by any demons lately. Maybe they got tired of trying? On his way there though, he met with a shady figure. This man was about Nam’s size, he was wearing black tight clothing, two horns on his head and a long tail. It seemed they weren’t tired after-all.
Nam decided to descend to the ground to meet this demon, since he would just follow him otherwise. Nam thought it’d be best to end with him now and get over with it.
“Give me the medallion…” it started. His voice was weird and alluring, it almost sounded feminine. Nam’s eyes widened and he flinched as the dark figure revealed the body of a woman. He didn’t sound female, he WAS female. The tight clothing weren’t actually clothing, it was skin. The demon had black and tight skin, her body was slender and slick, which gave out a shine in the sunlight. It seemed as if she was wearing skin clothes, but it wasn’t likely. Her breasts were large, curved hips, defined abdomen, blood-red lips and petrifying eyes. She didn’t have hair though, but she was still attracting and Nam almost felt compelled to actually giving her the medallion. He was hypnotized.
“Well..?” she spoke again. Nam was trying to decide how he should act about this. Was he willing to fight a woman? It was a demon… but it was also a woman… Nam wasn’t sexist, he just respected woman too much to hurt them. The female demon seemed restless and began to walk hastily towards the paralyzed half-saiyan. Her high heels made tapping noises in the road. Around them were mountains and fields, nobody in sight; perfect for a fight of this caliber. Was Nam really considering fighting her?
The demon closed up to his face, staring with her red eyes into his, while slowly heading towards Nam’s right pocket; where the medallion was stored. Nam quickly gripped her hand before it reach. They were silent and she glared into his eyes. She flashed her right hand in his face, showing her long and sharp demon nails. “If that’s how it is…” she said, disappointedly. Her right hand tensed every tip of her nails pointing at his face and then thrust forward. Nam could barely react, all he could see were her breasts bouncing to her abrupt movements. He was only barely able to evade the attack inches from his face.
The half-saiyan crouched as he let go of the hand he was holding and left an afterimage when she tried kicking him with her left leg. Nam was standing a few feet away from her when the image faded with her attack. “I don’t want to fight you…” he said.
“Great, then give me the medallion.” She insisted.
Nam shook his head, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
The demon girl frowned and glared at the half-saiyan, “then a fight is inevitable…”
The demon charged at Nam. He stood there in a defensive stance: His left leg and hand were bent in front of the right; his right hand tucked in his hips and his left hand covering his chest and chin facing upward in a right angle, both clenched into fists. He was still trying to decide how to go about his situation, but it was hard for him to concentrate when her tight chest shook around the way they did as she ran towards him with a deathly stare and sharp nails.
The demon girl thrust her black nails as his chest, her breasts still flashing in his face. Nam shifted his left leg and hand backwards with the attack; now his right leg was bent in front and his right arm arched a 90 degrees angle upward, covering his chest and chin. She followed through with a second thrust with her left hand and Nam repeated the motion by moving his right leg and arm backwards in his previous position; although, he was further back than before.
They repeated this about three more times before she attempted a forward kick. Nam shifted the left side of his body backwards again, but this time, he caught the kick with both his hands. The demon used the support of Nam’s hands to send a second kick, leaving her midair. Nam let go of the first to dodge the second and stepped backwards; giving her time to get back on her feet. As soon as she did, the demon charged in again without time to spare and thrust another left claw at the half-saiyan’s face. Nam was getting tired of this and instead of moving back, he crouched forward with his arms crossed and then flicked them forward at her abdomen, just below her bouncing breasts, which nearly slapped him in the face.
After doing this, he stepped backwards again, to keep their distance. His attack wasn’t meant to hurt as much as it did to sting. It would paralyze her for a few moments while he decided what to do.
The stinging effect soon receded and the demon girl stood straight furiously and crossed her arms disapprovingly just under her chest, which highlighted her tight breasts even more. “Why aren’t you fighting? All you’ve done it dodge my attacks, you weakling!” she protested.
Nam sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m uncomfortable fighting a woman…”
“WHAT!?” she stomped her feet and yelled. The demon was outraged, it showed in her eyes. She then calmed down and smiled slyly. “Fine…” Nam was confused by her sudden change of heart. “If you won’t fight a woman… then you’ll fight a man.”
Nam was puzzled by this and failed at decoding her words. Then, it happened. The demon girl’s slick, slender and hypnotizing tight body expanded. Her whole body inflated and armor grew on her, covering the private areas, which were now… manly… Nam cringed at the sight. How could something so mesmerizing turn into this? The demon was more squared and muscular; its body was a little larger than Nam’s now.
“Time for round to…” her voice was now vibrant and deep. Nam was petrified once again, but not from his hormones overacting, this time he was stunned from sheer terror and disdain. She… he was hideous.
His horns were thicker and curved downward a half circle, pointing at Nam. As if they were the horns of a ram. His eyeballs were completely red and big wings grew on his back. He still had the slick tail behind him, which was pretty useless.
“Here we go!” he began again, raising his beefy arms into the sky with palms open and facing upwards. From there a black and red ball of energy emanated and expanded with every second. “DEATH BALL!” it yelled as the black arms moved downwards and launched the enormous sphere at the half-saiyan.
Nam couldn’t react in time. The amount of time for this being to create such a massive amount of energy was incredible, and the speed of his technique was flabbergasting. All Nam could do was create his energy barrier. The ball’s range was too wide to evade and the distance was too short for Nam’s Kamekameha Wave. It would have been easily overwhelmed as he lacked the space needed for it to reach its full strength.
As the Death Ball met with his shield, the ground below him bellowed and sunk into a crater; dust and rocks flew away and sparks flashed between them. The impact was so great it created strong winds around them which would send anyone flying away if they didn’t brace themselves. Regardless, the masculinized demon was standing firm as if it were nothing, grinning, revealing his sharp teeth. Nam’s barrier had done a good job avoiding the attack so far, but his shield began to crack. Nam was sweating in his enclosed state, heart racing.
Finally, the barrier shattered and the energy ball exploded on the spot. The demon laughed as he calmly walked towards the smoke to collect the ruby medallion from the half-saiyan’s corpse. “It didn’t have to be this way…” he smiled evily, but then his smirk was erased a three strands of light energy that spiraled his direction. The three strands slapped onto him, holding on to his shoulders, hips, and feet. The demon would feel a sting as an after effect as he was restrained.
The dust then faded and revealed the half-saiyan still alive and on his feet. His face was facing down, his top was burned off, revealing his abdomen and tan chest, his legs spread apart. His hands were resting to the side, holding his two-edged sword, which were the means used to create those energy strings to bind his foe. Nam’s eyes opened in surprise as the demon began to laugh out loud. Why is he laughing? he thought. Nam stood up straight and relaxed his body. His eyes widened as the masculinized demon easily broke through his binding technique by simply flexing his muscles.
“So… you wanna fight with swords?” he said. The demon extended his right arm to his side with palms open and a thin sword materialized as he closed his hands into a fist. “This is my Demon Sword…”
Nam was planning to sheath his sword, for he only used it to perform his binding technique or to fight armed enemies. It seemed plans had changed as his aggressor also had a sword and was planning to use it. Nam was confident though, he doubted such a small sword could hold its own against his thick, two-edged. Without another word, the two dashed forward and thrust their swords at each other. They swung up and down continuously as they clashed together. Every time their blades met a sharp metal sound made their teeth clenched together and white sparks flickered in the air.
It surprised Nam that such a thin blade was holding its own, and it also allowed him to move much faster. Nam was starting to have trouble keeping up with his opponent’s rhythm and every time they clashed he was back a beat, until he was just too slow and the slick blade slashed up his left shoulder. Nam jumped backwards, staring at the demon’s broad chest. He was beginning to miss the female version. Nam fell to his knees, letting go of his sword to hold his left arm together and keep it from moving. He watched as the demon licked the blood off his Demon Sword.
The demon slashed his sword across the air to clean off the remaining blood and as he did it dispersed and dematerialized. His grin turned into a serious gaze, as if he were determined to end it. He stood tall and firm with his clenched hands beside him and broad chest and face standing high. There was a shadowy appearance to him and an intense expression as he said the last few words while Nam shakingly stood back up on his feet while still holding his left arm and deserting his sword on the ground. “I’m bored.”
Without a second to spare, the demon thrust both of his hands forward and slightly bent his knees as he launched his final energy attack; a thick red beam capable of engulfing the half-saiyan’s entire body. Nam slowly let go of his left arm, now standing straight with his right side facing forward, towards his opponent. His face was serious too. He knew what must be done. His body ached, but regardless he lifted his right hand forward with palms open and unleashed a thick blue beam that matched the size of its counterpart. The two beams of energy, blue and red, clashed in an even struggle but soon the red energy began to overpower the mesmerizing blue beam.
Nam braced himself and performed his Kaioken to enhance his attack x3. “HAAAAAAAA!!” he yelled as he let all his power pour out through his hands. The scarlet aura engulfed his body and improved his power threefold as expected, but also strained his body even more since he was already enduring his injury. The blue beam then expanded more and quickly over powered the demon, swallowing him whole and reducing him to ashes after his masculine body regressed to the slender compact female.
The battle was over and Nam’s Kaioken had dispersed. Because of the technique, his wound had worsened and blood loss increased. All that was left was the cratered path caused by his Kamehameha Wave. Nam remembered seeing another image in his mind as he unleashed all his power. It was the figure of a blond man whom possessed power beyond imagination. For a moment, Nam thought it was him, but it couldn’t have. The man in his vision had turquoise eyes full of hatred and resentment, his golden yellow hair glowed as it defied gravity’s judgment.
He didn’t know what it meant, he was sure it was another of those visions from the medallion, but its meanings were beyond his scientific speculations. The half-saiyans vision slowly began to blur, and before he knew it, the loss of blood rendered him unconscious.
There was one thing Nam did manage to realize before losing consciousness though. He wasn’t sure whether he was only ever able to realize it because of Kami’s Medallion, or whether it was ever capable because of it –but the last few days, he had been winning and sleeping triumphantly after every battle, even if he was sleeping against his will.
(PL + Heavy Weights)
Nam decided to descend to the ground to meet this demon, since he would just follow him otherwise. Nam thought it’d be best to end with him now and get over with it.
“Give me the medallion…” it started. His voice was weird and alluring, it almost sounded feminine. Nam’s eyes widened and he flinched as the dark figure revealed the body of a woman. He didn’t sound female, he WAS female. The tight clothing weren’t actually clothing, it was skin. The demon had black and tight skin, her body was slender and slick, which gave out a shine in the sunlight. It seemed as if she was wearing skin clothes, but it wasn’t likely. Her breasts were large, curved hips, defined abdomen, blood-red lips and petrifying eyes. She didn’t have hair though, but she was still attracting and Nam almost felt compelled to actually giving her the medallion. He was hypnotized.
“Well..?” she spoke again. Nam was trying to decide how he should act about this. Was he willing to fight a woman? It was a demon… but it was also a woman… Nam wasn’t sexist, he just respected woman too much to hurt them. The female demon seemed restless and began to walk hastily towards the paralyzed half-saiyan. Her high heels made tapping noises in the road. Around them were mountains and fields, nobody in sight; perfect for a fight of this caliber. Was Nam really considering fighting her?
The demon closed up to his face, staring with her red eyes into his, while slowly heading towards Nam’s right pocket; where the medallion was stored. Nam quickly gripped her hand before it reach. They were silent and she glared into his eyes. She flashed her right hand in his face, showing her long and sharp demon nails. “If that’s how it is…” she said, disappointedly. Her right hand tensed every tip of her nails pointing at his face and then thrust forward. Nam could barely react, all he could see were her breasts bouncing to her abrupt movements. He was only barely able to evade the attack inches from his face.
The half-saiyan crouched as he let go of the hand he was holding and left an afterimage when she tried kicking him with her left leg. Nam was standing a few feet away from her when the image faded with her attack. “I don’t want to fight you…” he said.
“Great, then give me the medallion.” She insisted.
Nam shook his head, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
The demon girl frowned and glared at the half-saiyan, “then a fight is inevitable…”
The demon charged at Nam. He stood there in a defensive stance: His left leg and hand were bent in front of the right; his right hand tucked in his hips and his left hand covering his chest and chin facing upward in a right angle, both clenched into fists. He was still trying to decide how to go about his situation, but it was hard for him to concentrate when her tight chest shook around the way they did as she ran towards him with a deathly stare and sharp nails.
The demon girl thrust her black nails as his chest, her breasts still flashing in his face. Nam shifted his left leg and hand backwards with the attack; now his right leg was bent in front and his right arm arched a 90 degrees angle upward, covering his chest and chin. She followed through with a second thrust with her left hand and Nam repeated the motion by moving his right leg and arm backwards in his previous position; although, he was further back than before.
They repeated this about three more times before she attempted a forward kick. Nam shifted the left side of his body backwards again, but this time, he caught the kick with both his hands. The demon used the support of Nam’s hands to send a second kick, leaving her midair. Nam let go of the first to dodge the second and stepped backwards; giving her time to get back on her feet. As soon as she did, the demon charged in again without time to spare and thrust another left claw at the half-saiyan’s face. Nam was getting tired of this and instead of moving back, he crouched forward with his arms crossed and then flicked them forward at her abdomen, just below her bouncing breasts, which nearly slapped him in the face.
After doing this, he stepped backwards again, to keep their distance. His attack wasn’t meant to hurt as much as it did to sting. It would paralyze her for a few moments while he decided what to do.
The stinging effect soon receded and the demon girl stood straight furiously and crossed her arms disapprovingly just under her chest, which highlighted her tight breasts even more. “Why aren’t you fighting? All you’ve done it dodge my attacks, you weakling!” she protested.
Nam sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m uncomfortable fighting a woman…”
“WHAT!?” she stomped her feet and yelled. The demon was outraged, it showed in her eyes. She then calmed down and smiled slyly. “Fine…” Nam was confused by her sudden change of heart. “If you won’t fight a woman… then you’ll fight a man.”
Nam was puzzled by this and failed at decoding her words. Then, it happened. The demon girl’s slick, slender and hypnotizing tight body expanded. Her whole body inflated and armor grew on her, covering the private areas, which were now… manly… Nam cringed at the sight. How could something so mesmerizing turn into this? The demon was more squared and muscular; its body was a little larger than Nam’s now.
“Time for round to…” her voice was now vibrant and deep. Nam was petrified once again, but not from his hormones overacting, this time he was stunned from sheer terror and disdain. She… he was hideous.
His horns were thicker and curved downward a half circle, pointing at Nam. As if they were the horns of a ram. His eyeballs were completely red and big wings grew on his back. He still had the slick tail behind him, which was pretty useless.
“Here we go!” he began again, raising his beefy arms into the sky with palms open and facing upwards. From there a black and red ball of energy emanated and expanded with every second. “DEATH BALL!” it yelled as the black arms moved downwards and launched the enormous sphere at the half-saiyan.
Nam couldn’t react in time. The amount of time for this being to create such a massive amount of energy was incredible, and the speed of his technique was flabbergasting. All Nam could do was create his energy barrier. The ball’s range was too wide to evade and the distance was too short for Nam’s Kamekameha Wave. It would have been easily overwhelmed as he lacked the space needed for it to reach its full strength.
As the Death Ball met with his shield, the ground below him bellowed and sunk into a crater; dust and rocks flew away and sparks flashed between them. The impact was so great it created strong winds around them which would send anyone flying away if they didn’t brace themselves. Regardless, the masculinized demon was standing firm as if it were nothing, grinning, revealing his sharp teeth. Nam’s barrier had done a good job avoiding the attack so far, but his shield began to crack. Nam was sweating in his enclosed state, heart racing.
Finally, the barrier shattered and the energy ball exploded on the spot. The demon laughed as he calmly walked towards the smoke to collect the ruby medallion from the half-saiyan’s corpse. “It didn’t have to be this way…” he smiled evily, but then his smirk was erased a three strands of light energy that spiraled his direction. The three strands slapped onto him, holding on to his shoulders, hips, and feet. The demon would feel a sting as an after effect as he was restrained.
The dust then faded and revealed the half-saiyan still alive and on his feet. His face was facing down, his top was burned off, revealing his abdomen and tan chest, his legs spread apart. His hands were resting to the side, holding his two-edged sword, which were the means used to create those energy strings to bind his foe. Nam’s eyes opened in surprise as the demon began to laugh out loud. Why is he laughing? he thought. Nam stood up straight and relaxed his body. His eyes widened as the masculinized demon easily broke through his binding technique by simply flexing his muscles.
“So… you wanna fight with swords?” he said. The demon extended his right arm to his side with palms open and a thin sword materialized as he closed his hands into a fist. “This is my Demon Sword…”
Nam was planning to sheath his sword, for he only used it to perform his binding technique or to fight armed enemies. It seemed plans had changed as his aggressor also had a sword and was planning to use it. Nam was confident though, he doubted such a small sword could hold its own against his thick, two-edged. Without another word, the two dashed forward and thrust their swords at each other. They swung up and down continuously as they clashed together. Every time their blades met a sharp metal sound made their teeth clenched together and white sparks flickered in the air.
It surprised Nam that such a thin blade was holding its own, and it also allowed him to move much faster. Nam was starting to have trouble keeping up with his opponent’s rhythm and every time they clashed he was back a beat, until he was just too slow and the slick blade slashed up his left shoulder. Nam jumped backwards, staring at the demon’s broad chest. He was beginning to miss the female version. Nam fell to his knees, letting go of his sword to hold his left arm together and keep it from moving. He watched as the demon licked the blood off his Demon Sword.
The demon slashed his sword across the air to clean off the remaining blood and as he did it dispersed and dematerialized. His grin turned into a serious gaze, as if he were determined to end it. He stood tall and firm with his clenched hands beside him and broad chest and face standing high. There was a shadowy appearance to him and an intense expression as he said the last few words while Nam shakingly stood back up on his feet while still holding his left arm and deserting his sword on the ground. “I’m bored.”
Without a second to spare, the demon thrust both of his hands forward and slightly bent his knees as he launched his final energy attack; a thick red beam capable of engulfing the half-saiyan’s entire body. Nam slowly let go of his left arm, now standing straight with his right side facing forward, towards his opponent. His face was serious too. He knew what must be done. His body ached, but regardless he lifted his right hand forward with palms open and unleashed a thick blue beam that matched the size of its counterpart. The two beams of energy, blue and red, clashed in an even struggle but soon the red energy began to overpower the mesmerizing blue beam.
Nam braced himself and performed his Kaioken to enhance his attack x3. “HAAAAAAAA!!” he yelled as he let all his power pour out through his hands. The scarlet aura engulfed his body and improved his power threefold as expected, but also strained his body even more since he was already enduring his injury. The blue beam then expanded more and quickly over powered the demon, swallowing him whole and reducing him to ashes after his masculine body regressed to the slender compact female.
The battle was over and Nam’s Kaioken had dispersed. Because of the technique, his wound had worsened and blood loss increased. All that was left was the cratered path caused by his Kamehameha Wave. Nam remembered seeing another image in his mind as he unleashed all his power. It was the figure of a blond man whom possessed power beyond imagination. For a moment, Nam thought it was him, but it couldn’t have. The man in his vision had turquoise eyes full of hatred and resentment, his golden yellow hair glowed as it defied gravity’s judgment.
He didn’t know what it meant, he was sure it was another of those visions from the medallion, but its meanings were beyond his scientific speculations. The half-saiyans vision slowly began to blur, and before he knew it, the loss of blood rendered him unconscious.
There was one thing Nam did manage to realize before losing consciousness though. He wasn’t sure whether he was only ever able to realize it because of Kami’s Medallion, or whether it was ever capable because of it –but the last few days, he had been winning and sleeping triumphantly after every battle, even if he was sleeping against his will.
(PL + Heavy Weights)
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