Vengeance, II (25x)

[Gray Callahan]

CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS TRAINING

"Increase the gravity to twenty-five times."

A moment of silenced passed as the man mentally prepared himself for the second round. He felt the gravity fall on his shoulders like a heavier lead weight, and he struggled for a moment to retain conciousness, a battle he won as swiftly as it appeared. Those dark hues opened and six far smaller droids appeared in a line before him, their eyes pulsing to life with a bright red hue followed by the soft hum of their various moving parts. Taking a defensive stance, the droids began moving in almost a rhythmic movement, surrounding the young Saiyan in a circular fashion, like a moon would a planet, moving rather slowly at first, merely waiting for the moment when the exercise would initiate. The man charged up a bit of ki within his hands and when he was ready, fired them off toward separate targets.

The orbs of ki bounced right off the flying, spherical robots at an angle that aimed straight for the Saiyan. Early on, Boliko found that he had to push himself to the limit as the droids bounced his blasts right back at him and close in around his location. Those dark eyes attempted to remain focused as he stretched his senses, obvious that he could not rely on only his eyes for this type of training. Strategically, there were too many bots and they were circling around him with far too little room to spot all of them at once. The Saiyan had expected to eventually throw in a third or fourth blast once he got used to it, but already, he was at his limit, barely dodging his original blasts as they came in from all directions, dodging one as the other attempted to bring him down. Nevertheless, as his heart raced and adrenaline forced his cheeks to flush a vivid red, a smirk appeared on his features. An overwhelming sensation filled him as he found himself facing something beyond what he had expected so early on.

It was natural for Saiyans to desire a challenge, to strive to become stronger by any means, facing incredible odds. Despite his own mentality, that Saiyan blood that pumped through his veins forced an excitement he hadn’t felt in far too long to arise upon his features. A hunger he thought had long since subsided, replaced by a thirst for revenge had resurfaced. The king charged up another blast and launched it out, despite the difficulty he faced already. It forced him to move faster, forced him to remain focused with every passing second; follow the path of each blast, don’t get caught dodging one only to fall straight into another’s path. The drive… the hunger… the challenge; it was almost enough to bring him to salivate.

Panting already, he found himself unable to resist the urge. Another blast was charged, despite her mind warning him not, and he launched it out, just as an oncoming blast grazed his extended forearm, though continued to move forward, having not made enough of an impact to explode. This was it; the excitement, the thrill; the danger. The feeling coursing through his body, a sense of pure lust filled his expression as he continued to weave his body in and out, the blasts seeming to increase in speed as the droids found it in their own right to suddenly increase the output speed of their deflections. Focus; keep your senses sharp!

His eyes could no longer be trusted; he judged the course of his actions entirely on the ability to sense the blasts. The man attempted to keep his mind and focus strong, attempted to predict the course of each blast as to not accidentally fall victim of moving his body straight into an unseen blast. His body began fading in and out as he pushed himself to the limit, moving faster and faster with each dodge, now completely forgetting about the increased gravitational pull. He couldn’t focus on that any longer, and his mind was set to pure survival mode. An animalistic expression fell upon his features, quite rare for the man who normally kept himself together, despite his brutal heritage; but he was having fun.

Time seemed like a blur, his prior reason for training all but lost; it was a race, a race to escape the trap he had sprung himself, and continued to spring more as he stupidly fired another… then, another blast, further forcing his body beyond his previous limitations. His muscles screamed, his mind shouted and yelled… yet, his blood continued to pump that Saiyan blood through his veins. It was like a drug, a drug she could not live without. He had felt a similar sensation back on the jungle world, the planet that kept him in his childhood, and perhaps tainted him with animalistic fury; fighting within the rainforest. He couldn’t count how many times he had forced his body to continue to fight, despite his own will begging to give up. It was the very blood in his veins, as well as the memories of his fellow Saiyans that kept him alive, forced him to continue to fight, and brought him to the point where eventually, he broke free of their control… and got the revenge he ever so deserved.

His eyes shifted to the left in an instant as he coated her left arm in ki and parried a blast heading her way; there were far too many blasts swirling around him, all targeting him near simultaneously for him to just continue dodging. It was at that point that he no longer completely moved out of the way to dodge; a mere shift to the left or the right, or a ki-coated hand would lift to deter the blast in an opposing direction, targeting anther droid off to the side who would merely catch the blast and send it straight back in his direction. Soon, the sensation became overpowering; he had rarely felt such… intensity.

His eyes were fully open, shifting his weight left and right, no longer fully moving from his position; merely staying in a single spot. He either deterred the strike with a swing of his hand, or shifted his weight to avoid the strike; whichever was more convenient. The young Saiyan had all but lost count of the blasts circling around his apt form. His movements now became similar to a dance; being able to sense the direction of each blast, as well as interpret the angle in which the bots would direct it back, calculating where each one would end up… he felt as if the universe itself was unfolding right before his eyes, whispering its secrets into his ears... and gods, did he feel powerful. Touketsuki would fear him, and all Saiyans.

It was a high like no other, his vision beginning to cloud over with a blurry whiteness as sweat now began to pour from his face and body. He no longer relied on his vision at all, ducking under one blast, smacking another away and moving the same arm to swat a third to the side. One movement of his arm was now required to parry up to three or five blasts at one time; dodging almost became irrelevant, as it required too much time to move. Just how many blasts were circling around him, aiming to take him down? Perhaps too many.

Suddenly, the blasts stopped coming in his direction. Instead, they bounced from one droid to the next, in a circular formation, forcing each and all blasts to circling round at an alarming rate. His eyes finally came back into focus upon the world around him, blinding red spheres moving at a rate of speed that became all but a blur in his eyes. The royal Saiyan could only widen eyes for a moment before realization slapped him across the face like a splash of cold water. With what little reserves he had, Boliko curled his body in and summoned as much ki as he could, preparing as much as possible within the short, brief moment he had. His entire body pulsed as that wild crimson aura was pulled into his core.

“AHHHHH!” And with a shout, Boliko brought forth an intense wave of pure energy, forcing that crimson aura to return full force, just as every bot angled their blasts toward him simultaneously. That flame-appearing aura solidified into a sphere of pure fire as each blast struck, producing a fiery explosion upon impact and filling the arena with smoke and flames. The ventilation worked quickly to remove the smoke, which aided most Saiyans in continuing their fight without worry of stopping to allow such dangerous fumes to sit, in Saiyan-designed vessels at least. When it finally cleared, that crimson sphere remained intact, the Saiyan within holding a cross-arm block and every single muscle in her body tensed to the point where he could not even move.

With the adrenaline suddenly leaving him, Boliko felt the rush fade and a lightheaded sensation began to fill him. His vision blurred, and as the bots continued to swirl around him, the man briefly lost consciousness, falling to the ground with a hard thud. Dazed for what seemed like only a moment, the groggy Saiyan let out a groan as an intense ache enveloped his body, forcing one hand to the ground to aid in his stance while the other reached his forehead, hoping to calm the intense pressure that felt like it threatened to crush his temples. His entire body trembled as he was finally able to push himself to a rather shaky stand.

Too much; he had pushed himself too far, too fast. The man cursed to himself, knowing good and well that he shouldn’t fall victim to the careless training Saiyans were well known for in the past. While certainly resilient and able to gain a vast amount of power in times of near death, such training was reckless. He knew this… yet, he allowed herself to fall for that well known hunger. Boliko swallowed hard as he made his way uneasily toward the center console, to where he had left both his water and his towel. The first thing he did was remove the gravitational pull, the weight upon her lifting in an instant, replaced by a sense of vertigo; feeling as though there were absolutely no gravity when, in fact, there was. It was enough to make his head spin.

“Ugh…” Boliko let out a breath, feeling an intense dizziness and immediately attempted to thwart that sick feeling in his stomach with some cold water. Several minutes passed before the man was finally able to gather his bearings. His head rested along his forearm, frozen in that one stance and only moving to take a brief sip from the bottle. Finally, his head tilted back, his dark eyes opening and his sight fully returning. The world had stopped spinning. The king buried his face in his towel, wiping off the sweat and water he had splashed over himself to cool his body off. He muttered incoherent words into the towel before he pulled it away from his flushed features, his body feeling quite the mess after the intense work out.

But hadn't it been fun? Suki would certainly be eating his words within no time.

No time at all.

[Gray Callahan]

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[Rensou Hiruen]

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