Post by Caius on Mar 28, 2012 16:24:16 GMT -5
Caius walked into the training room again. Every little juncture of metal, every gleam of the light, every dent on the walls or on the panels was familiar to him by now. Every one of the training machines, the pull-up bars, and each other apparatus...his bosom buddies by now. The places on the ground that had been receptacles for his blood, sweat and tears, they were his reluctant allies. Like the petty human bodybuilder, who sought only musculature for self-image, Caius had begun to enjoy his time in the training room. It was quite spacious, and gave the demon a feeling of relaxation, and peace. The exercise cleared his mind, and purified his body. The showers afterwards were satisfying, and left him feeling ready to fight. The journey was interminable, and Namek seemed within arms reach. It was all Caius could do to keep from asking Aice or Suki every time they passed in the halls of the ship if they would arrive soon.
Caius passed his time walking about the ship strategizing how he could combine his techniques, or how he could fight best with Gurin's Namekian talents, or Jorlaxl's impressive control over Ki. How best to take advantage of Aice's speed...the possiblities were endless. The WTO was assured victory, no fool would run to the side of a king who'd deserted his planet and his people just to assure his own safety were his enemy to directly hunt him down. Those who do were simply in awe of his power, power which would certainly need to be put down by Suki and his Traders if they were to go forward.
When Caius wasn't musing, he was pushing his body beyond the point of rational thought. Every time he dropped down for a nap, he went out like a rock. He'd become much more familiar with the workings of most of his muscle groups, just by lifting weights, doin g push-ups and other exercises, and sparring with the computer. The weights made him feel as if he naturally weighed much more than he normally did, and he'd almost gotten used to being as weak as he was with the great burden on his shoulders. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel once he took them off when they reached Namek. The power gains he expected were probably more than they actually were, but he still awaited the day when he would be able to fight on par with Suki, even in the lower of his forms.
Caius walked over the pull-up bar, and grasped it in his hands. They wrapped around it hungrily, the calluses they'd developed from combat, swordplay, and exercises neatly fitting the bar, and cushioning the flesh underneath. His muscles flexed neatly as he pulled himself up, and slowly let himself down. He thought about how he'd destroy Ikezu, the alien general who'd humiliated him in their last encounter, and the speed of his pull-ups slowly increased. The metal bar obstructed his vision at half-second intervals, and Caius was soon unaware of anything else but his desire for battle and his animal drive to sweat.
He lost count of how many pull ups he'd done after the 200th, and only noticed when a blister cracked in his hand, and the raw flesh exposed to the cold metal jolted him out of his trance. He blinked a little, and much more tenderly, lowered himself fully, and dropped to the ground. He looked at his hands, and they were red. Frowning, he rubbed them against the back of his pants, and decided upon a different exercise. He wrapped some gauze around his hands, from Aice's medical supply and physical fitness kit and walked over to the rubberized mats set out for a comfortable floor. With his unhurt hand, he dropped over and caught himself. While before, he'd have either collapsed his elbow under the weight, or buckled under the strain, he was now able to support his entire, weighted body, with his left arm. He was shocked at his own personal improvements. He began his own self prescribed push-up regimen.
After some time pondering Jorlaxl and Gurin, his thoughts strayed to Serori, the curious Saiyan girl. She bore much ill-will to both her adoptive parents and her real parents, the former from deceiving her and her latter for abandoning her and expecting instant forgiveness. They hadn't had a chance to help her revenge herself on her treacherous uncle before they'd left Vegeta...perhaps that was her own destiny to fulfill. Caius didn't exactly condone her completely psychotic bloodthirsty urges, though. Switching to his other arm, he dripped sweat through his tank top and off his face onto the mat as without pause he folded his left arm up and caught himself with his right arm. The blister, probably healed by now, and protected by the gauze, complained no more. Caius did an equal number of push-ups with his other hand before rolling over onto his back, and grabbing a pack of water and practically pouring it onto his face. Taking a breather, he stared up at the ceiling.
Why had General Hiruen sacrificed himself just to rustle Suki's jimmies? The horrifyingly large explosion of ki caused by his internal metabolic self-destruction had injured their Lord, but not nearly killed him. Gurin had arrived quickly, and Suki was merely hurt and unconscious, despite a full release of ki. Even still, their power levels at the time were relatively close. If he was only the general, Boliko was much more powerful. Still, he had to have known that Suki was more than a match for Rensou, why had he sacrificed him? Did he not value such a powerful ally? Or was he just simply that selfish? Would he really give up the good of his planet for his own self-improvement, as it seemed? Or were the benefits he'd gained from his alliance with the Namekians so great as to ensure victory against the WTO?
Caius greatly doubted this fact, as he got up, and began to run laps around the large training area. There was no way he was that much stronger than Rensou, or Suki would have been dead already. The two had met before, and Boliko had negotiated a proper deal that benefited both parties. Why had he not just wiped the Icer off the planet if he were the master of such a fierce, well trained warrior? The legends say that at birth, his power level was a stunning 10,000. Surely he was not a weakling.
Speeding up, Caius began to really sweat as he reached his maximum possible speed, without any kind of augmentation from his ki. He panted hard, and his vision grew dark at the edges. He'd really gone all out with this exercise, and upping the gravity from 20 to 25 times the normal had not really helped at all. Caius began to use his ki to speed up, until he had the ill-fated idea of seeing how long he could use the Zanzoken. He drew in a deep breath, emptied his mind, and transformed, flooding his body with energy. He ran faster and faster, gaining velocity until he threatened to injure himself. Then, with a trained click in his mind, he attained the Zanzoken, leaving after-images behind himself. He flitted around the room, barely touching the ground. Doing it for extended periods of time, not merely to close a gap or to circumvent an attack put an tremendous drain on the demon's ki, which he did not notice for a good minute or two until he realized the ringing in his ears was not normal, and his breath was ragged. He stopped, and slowed down, before tripping. His toe stubbed against the metal, and he managed to (very gracefully) retain his balance for a short while, windmilling his arms before colliding with the floor, chin-first. Grunting, he lost the last of his momentum in a series of bouncing collisions with the floor. As he passed out, the computer, realizing he had, turned off the gravity.
A short while later, after strange dreams of ice-cream worlds punctuated by the fawning attentions of beautiful scantily clad women. Caius felt a wet slap on his face. He wondered what was happening until he realized it was simply Jorlaxl, his friend, waking him up. The wetness came from Caius's own gratuitous sweating. Caius stared at his friend, blinking, before realizing he'd completely passed out. Surprised, he pulled himself up sluggishly, and with a muttered "I'm fine" to his amused and slightly concerned friend, dragged himself to his room, and instead of having a shower, put on a hot bath and immersed himself fully in it. He'd neglected to remove his socks, but the demon didn't care. He slowly reached an impressive physical nadir, and with his head lolling on the edge of the tub, where he'd smartly placed a pillow, his arms draped over the sides, the tired demon fell asleep.
Caius passed his time walking about the ship strategizing how he could combine his techniques, or how he could fight best with Gurin's Namekian talents, or Jorlaxl's impressive control over Ki. How best to take advantage of Aice's speed...the possiblities were endless. The WTO was assured victory, no fool would run to the side of a king who'd deserted his planet and his people just to assure his own safety were his enemy to directly hunt him down. Those who do were simply in awe of his power, power which would certainly need to be put down by Suki and his Traders if they were to go forward.
When Caius wasn't musing, he was pushing his body beyond the point of rational thought. Every time he dropped down for a nap, he went out like a rock. He'd become much more familiar with the workings of most of his muscle groups, just by lifting weights, doin g push-ups and other exercises, and sparring with the computer. The weights made him feel as if he naturally weighed much more than he normally did, and he'd almost gotten used to being as weak as he was with the great burden on his shoulders. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel once he took them off when they reached Namek. The power gains he expected were probably more than they actually were, but he still awaited the day when he would be able to fight on par with Suki, even in the lower of his forms.
Caius walked over the pull-up bar, and grasped it in his hands. They wrapped around it hungrily, the calluses they'd developed from combat, swordplay, and exercises neatly fitting the bar, and cushioning the flesh underneath. His muscles flexed neatly as he pulled himself up, and slowly let himself down. He thought about how he'd destroy Ikezu, the alien general who'd humiliated him in their last encounter, and the speed of his pull-ups slowly increased. The metal bar obstructed his vision at half-second intervals, and Caius was soon unaware of anything else but his desire for battle and his animal drive to sweat.
He lost count of how many pull ups he'd done after the 200th, and only noticed when a blister cracked in his hand, and the raw flesh exposed to the cold metal jolted him out of his trance. He blinked a little, and much more tenderly, lowered himself fully, and dropped to the ground. He looked at his hands, and they were red. Frowning, he rubbed them against the back of his pants, and decided upon a different exercise. He wrapped some gauze around his hands, from Aice's medical supply and physical fitness kit and walked over to the rubberized mats set out for a comfortable floor. With his unhurt hand, he dropped over and caught himself. While before, he'd have either collapsed his elbow under the weight, or buckled under the strain, he was now able to support his entire, weighted body, with his left arm. He was shocked at his own personal improvements. He began his own self prescribed push-up regimen.
After some time pondering Jorlaxl and Gurin, his thoughts strayed to Serori, the curious Saiyan girl. She bore much ill-will to both her adoptive parents and her real parents, the former from deceiving her and her latter for abandoning her and expecting instant forgiveness. They hadn't had a chance to help her revenge herself on her treacherous uncle before they'd left Vegeta...perhaps that was her own destiny to fulfill. Caius didn't exactly condone her completely psychotic bloodthirsty urges, though. Switching to his other arm, he dripped sweat through his tank top and off his face onto the mat as without pause he folded his left arm up and caught himself with his right arm. The blister, probably healed by now, and protected by the gauze, complained no more. Caius did an equal number of push-ups with his other hand before rolling over onto his back, and grabbing a pack of water and practically pouring it onto his face. Taking a breather, he stared up at the ceiling.
Why had General Hiruen sacrificed himself just to rustle Suki's jimmies? The horrifyingly large explosion of ki caused by his internal metabolic self-destruction had injured their Lord, but not nearly killed him. Gurin had arrived quickly, and Suki was merely hurt and unconscious, despite a full release of ki. Even still, their power levels at the time were relatively close. If he was only the general, Boliko was much more powerful. Still, he had to have known that Suki was more than a match for Rensou, why had he sacrificed him? Did he not value such a powerful ally? Or was he just simply that selfish? Would he really give up the good of his planet for his own self-improvement, as it seemed? Or were the benefits he'd gained from his alliance with the Namekians so great as to ensure victory against the WTO?
Caius greatly doubted this fact, as he got up, and began to run laps around the large training area. There was no way he was that much stronger than Rensou, or Suki would have been dead already. The two had met before, and Boliko had negotiated a proper deal that benefited both parties. Why had he not just wiped the Icer off the planet if he were the master of such a fierce, well trained warrior? The legends say that at birth, his power level was a stunning 10,000. Surely he was not a weakling.
Speeding up, Caius began to really sweat as he reached his maximum possible speed, without any kind of augmentation from his ki. He panted hard, and his vision grew dark at the edges. He'd really gone all out with this exercise, and upping the gravity from 20 to 25 times the normal had not really helped at all. Caius began to use his ki to speed up, until he had the ill-fated idea of seeing how long he could use the Zanzoken. He drew in a deep breath, emptied his mind, and transformed, flooding his body with energy. He ran faster and faster, gaining velocity until he threatened to injure himself. Then, with a trained click in his mind, he attained the Zanzoken, leaving after-images behind himself. He flitted around the room, barely touching the ground. Doing it for extended periods of time, not merely to close a gap or to circumvent an attack put an tremendous drain on the demon's ki, which he did not notice for a good minute or two until he realized the ringing in his ears was not normal, and his breath was ragged. He stopped, and slowed down, before tripping. His toe stubbed against the metal, and he managed to (very gracefully) retain his balance for a short while, windmilling his arms before colliding with the floor, chin-first. Grunting, he lost the last of his momentum in a series of bouncing collisions with the floor. As he passed out, the computer, realizing he had, turned off the gravity.
A short while later, after strange dreams of ice-cream worlds punctuated by the fawning attentions of beautiful scantily clad women. Caius felt a wet slap on his face. He wondered what was happening until he realized it was simply Jorlaxl, his friend, waking him up. The wetness came from Caius's own gratuitous sweating. Caius stared at his friend, blinking, before realizing he'd completely passed out. Surprised, he pulled himself up sluggishly, and with a muttered "I'm fine" to his amused and slightly concerned friend, dragged himself to his room, and instead of having a shower, put on a hot bath and immersed himself fully in it. He'd neglected to remove his socks, but the demon didn't care. He slowly reached an impressive physical nadir, and with his head lolling on the edge of the tub, where he'd smartly placed a pillow, his arms draped over the sides, the tired demon fell asleep.
