Post by Zach on Feb 29, 2012 18:04:26 GMT -5
Zach awoke in his temporary quarters in the Kami's lookout and rolled over onto his back, folding his arms up behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He thought of the room he'd been allotted as temporary because although for the moment Kami's and his intentions to protect the planet coincided and he benefitted from the aid of the other warriors, Zach knew eventually his attitude towards the Saiyans and tendency to use 'proactive defense' against any perceived threat would start to sour the Kami's opinion of him. It was bad enough he was being ignored so open hostility wasn’t that hard to invasion. The Namkeian was just too soft to understand why the extreme measures Zach was willing to employ were needed. For Earth to be safe, every threat had to be eliminated, this included every hostile alien, android and dæmon. The blonde teen understood that eventually the Namekian would show his weakness and throw him out, or worse, lecture him about the dark path he was on again like a few weeks prior, in either case it would likely mean his expulsion from the lookout and hence why he considered the room a temporary lodging.
Morning was breaking and Zach was still laying in bed when the first rays of sunlight started to filter into the room. The nude teen climbed out of bed, having slept in the buff as he usually did when he had an indoor place to sleep, and scooped his socks and undergarments off of the floor. He dressed quickly, pulling them on followed by his weighted black pants and then laced up his boots then finally pulling on his wrist bands. Preferring to skip breakfast for now in favor of some morning training, Zach headed out of his room, navigating the corridors to the upper level where he exited out onto the open deck of the lookout. Heading across the platform to the area usually used for training, the teen started to stretch his arms and then finally when he reached the middle of the training area, followed up by stretching his legs and trunk.
Limbered up and ready, the blonde dropped into his usual fighting stance and summoned a sufficiently imposing imaginary opponent. That Gerrek fellow from the tournament did nicely. To anyone watching it just looked like simple shadow boxing with brief pauses added in haphazardly. In fact Zach was playing through different exchanges with his imaginary opponent, throwing real punches and guarding against the phantasmal reprisals, all the time gauging how long it would take for each exchange and looking for ways to improve. It was further complicated though by the fact that the imaginary opponent he'd chosen had a fifth appendage with which to attack and being Zach only had four and only thought for four, he was having some difficulty both devising attacks for his opponent to use and defenses against them. One attack he came up with involved the phantom Gerrek using his tail to gain a hold of one of Zach's arms. The boy wasn't sure just how well the tail could be used for grabbing but if it went the way he imagined it, he would have ended up with a broken nose or ribs by the time he got away.
The shadow boxing went on for about half an hour until the teen had worked up a sweat and was sufficiently warmed up to push things to the next level. Powering up into his transformed state and ascending off of the platform floor, Zach engaged his body armor technique as well, intending to put the biggest possible strain on himself short of fighting an actual opponent. Putting his imaginary target in motion, Zach dove over the side of the tower and circled below it to avoid attracting attention. As he circled, the boy was pushing himself harder and harder to fly at ever increasing speeds, all the while throwing a speedy succession of punches at the imaginary opponent that was always just an inch too far away to be hit. Managing to get himself mad and thus further pushing himself, Zach's crimson aura was pouring off of him in waves as he circled the lower half of the bowl shaped structure. He was moving so fast there was a nearly complete ring of red, residual energy left behind by the boy, encircling the lookout. Sweat was pouring down his exposed torso now as he punched his way around the tower at still increasing speeds. His fury and energy couldn't last forever though and within a few minutes of the start, Zach's punches started to loose power and coordination. His speed slowed and his burning aura started to sublimate into a faint glow. He kept moving though, pushing as hard as he could in spite of the burning in his muscles and weakening reserves of energy.
Punch, punch, punch... a sudden gasp for breath... a few more punches... and other gasp. Zach's breathing was now too deep and irregular to support the continued barrage. The lactic acid building in his muscles further slowed the boy's assault on his imaginary target. Eventually Zach pulled up, flew up just over the lip of the lookout's deck and then crashed into the floor on his back with a hollow sounding thud. Zach's energy reserves had given up upon crashing into the deck and he dropped out of his transformed state and laid there, arms dropped out to either side and chest raising and falling with each desperate breath. The boy had trained strait to exhaustion, having had just barely enough power to make it back onto the platform before his ability to fly quit on him. Zach laid there for some time, panting and actually secretly wishing Nam would stop by to deliver a kick or two... or a thousand. While training with an imaginary foe did some good, nothing can beat working with a live opponent, besides this was the perfect time to do some further endurance training, when his body is too tired to defend it's self and is forced to absorb every punishing blow. Alas, Nam wasn't around, at least not at the moment, Zach had picked the early morning so he wouldn't be interrupted after all, that and he was still bitter over how much power the other teen had aquired without working for it.
The blonde teen remained there on the floor for about five minutes, staring up at the sky as the sun started to ride higher into the blue. Eventually his burning body started to call for more physical activity, almost seeming to catch a second wind. Rolling over, Zach got into position to perform some pushups and started the routine. His tired muscles worked through a few sets before he started to feel like his arms were transforming into noodles. Turning back over onto his back, the teen folding his arms up behind his head and started doing sit-ups, again taking the exercise until his muscles failed and dropped flat on his back. By now he'd been working so hard and sweating for so long that his mouth was starting to get parched, still he wanted to press on, to teach his body to do more with less.
Standing up, Zach started to perform squat thrusts, spreading the burning ache of his muscles to every part of his body. His musculature was now thoroughly shredded, every muscle group showing clearly through the boy's skin and although they looked strong, they'd now been reduced by the rigorous exercise to mush. So intense was the workout that Zach felt like he was going to hurl even without the aid of a stomach punch, although one wouldn't be unwelcome considering he was still missing out on endurance training at the moment. The day's training was over though, at least as far as Zach's solo regime was concerned. If one of the others wanted to challenge him he'd of course except and quite probably lose, but for him it would still be a win. Starting towards the main building, the blonde boy trudged along, heading to get some breakfast to replenish himself after the session.
{Complete. Power level increase requested.}
Morning was breaking and Zach was still laying in bed when the first rays of sunlight started to filter into the room. The nude teen climbed out of bed, having slept in the buff as he usually did when he had an indoor place to sleep, and scooped his socks and undergarments off of the floor. He dressed quickly, pulling them on followed by his weighted black pants and then laced up his boots then finally pulling on his wrist bands. Preferring to skip breakfast for now in favor of some morning training, Zach headed out of his room, navigating the corridors to the upper level where he exited out onto the open deck of the lookout. Heading across the platform to the area usually used for training, the teen started to stretch his arms and then finally when he reached the middle of the training area, followed up by stretching his legs and trunk.
Limbered up and ready, the blonde dropped into his usual fighting stance and summoned a sufficiently imposing imaginary opponent. That Gerrek fellow from the tournament did nicely. To anyone watching it just looked like simple shadow boxing with brief pauses added in haphazardly. In fact Zach was playing through different exchanges with his imaginary opponent, throwing real punches and guarding against the phantasmal reprisals, all the time gauging how long it would take for each exchange and looking for ways to improve. It was further complicated though by the fact that the imaginary opponent he'd chosen had a fifth appendage with which to attack and being Zach only had four and only thought for four, he was having some difficulty both devising attacks for his opponent to use and defenses against them. One attack he came up with involved the phantom Gerrek using his tail to gain a hold of one of Zach's arms. The boy wasn't sure just how well the tail could be used for grabbing but if it went the way he imagined it, he would have ended up with a broken nose or ribs by the time he got away.
The shadow boxing went on for about half an hour until the teen had worked up a sweat and was sufficiently warmed up to push things to the next level. Powering up into his transformed state and ascending off of the platform floor, Zach engaged his body armor technique as well, intending to put the biggest possible strain on himself short of fighting an actual opponent. Putting his imaginary target in motion, Zach dove over the side of the tower and circled below it to avoid attracting attention. As he circled, the boy was pushing himself harder and harder to fly at ever increasing speeds, all the while throwing a speedy succession of punches at the imaginary opponent that was always just an inch too far away to be hit. Managing to get himself mad and thus further pushing himself, Zach's crimson aura was pouring off of him in waves as he circled the lower half of the bowl shaped structure. He was moving so fast there was a nearly complete ring of red, residual energy left behind by the boy, encircling the lookout. Sweat was pouring down his exposed torso now as he punched his way around the tower at still increasing speeds. His fury and energy couldn't last forever though and within a few minutes of the start, Zach's punches started to loose power and coordination. His speed slowed and his burning aura started to sublimate into a faint glow. He kept moving though, pushing as hard as he could in spite of the burning in his muscles and weakening reserves of energy.
Punch, punch, punch... a sudden gasp for breath... a few more punches... and other gasp. Zach's breathing was now too deep and irregular to support the continued barrage. The lactic acid building in his muscles further slowed the boy's assault on his imaginary target. Eventually Zach pulled up, flew up just over the lip of the lookout's deck and then crashed into the floor on his back with a hollow sounding thud. Zach's energy reserves had given up upon crashing into the deck and he dropped out of his transformed state and laid there, arms dropped out to either side and chest raising and falling with each desperate breath. The boy had trained strait to exhaustion, having had just barely enough power to make it back onto the platform before his ability to fly quit on him. Zach laid there for some time, panting and actually secretly wishing Nam would stop by to deliver a kick or two... or a thousand. While training with an imaginary foe did some good, nothing can beat working with a live opponent, besides this was the perfect time to do some further endurance training, when his body is too tired to defend it's self and is forced to absorb every punishing blow. Alas, Nam wasn't around, at least not at the moment, Zach had picked the early morning so he wouldn't be interrupted after all, that and he was still bitter over how much power the other teen had aquired without working for it.
The blonde teen remained there on the floor for about five minutes, staring up at the sky as the sun started to ride higher into the blue. Eventually his burning body started to call for more physical activity, almost seeming to catch a second wind. Rolling over, Zach got into position to perform some pushups and started the routine. His tired muscles worked through a few sets before he started to feel like his arms were transforming into noodles. Turning back over onto his back, the teen folding his arms up behind his head and started doing sit-ups, again taking the exercise until his muscles failed and dropped flat on his back. By now he'd been working so hard and sweating for so long that his mouth was starting to get parched, still he wanted to press on, to teach his body to do more with less.
Standing up, Zach started to perform squat thrusts, spreading the burning ache of his muscles to every part of his body. His musculature was now thoroughly shredded, every muscle group showing clearly through the boy's skin and although they looked strong, they'd now been reduced by the rigorous exercise to mush. So intense was the workout that Zach felt like he was going to hurl even without the aid of a stomach punch, although one wouldn't be unwelcome considering he was still missing out on endurance training at the moment. The day's training was over though, at least as far as Zach's solo regime was concerned. If one of the others wanted to challenge him he'd of course except and quite probably lose, but for him it would still be a win. Starting towards the main building, the blonde boy trudged along, heading to get some breakfast to replenish himself after the session.
{Complete. Power level increase requested.}
