[Pursuit of perfection]

[Rensou Hiruen]

Twin Vegetan suns blistered the exposed skin of that Saiyan in the skies, his movement sluggish and tense under the effects of the burden he carried upon his normally lean, muscular body. The suns cascaded through the Tsurunoha orbs that jabbed at their master by his will, jabbing his face and tumbling him backwards as his left hand lifted too slowly to parry the strike.

The other orb pursued the tumbling fighter, elevating above him before crashing horizontally downward towards his torso. Rensou was purposely using his Tsurunoha to accustom himself to this new training method, but the learning curve was steep. The fortitude of will it took to damage himself was amazing in it's own right, but the way his body twisted sideways and his back arched to allow his second orb harmless passage was splendid.

Rensou's face lit up in a smile, but the time for celebration was shortlived as he redirected the two Tsurunoha orbs at his face as their maximum speed. They closed from that great distance at a blur, and Rensou began to redirect his Bukujutsu and propel himself downward.

A near success as the first orb flew harmlessly overhead, whipping his hair with the gust of wind that followed. Nearly is never enough, however, and the second stroke was lower. The head of the Saiyan snapped violent backwards as his vision blurred with the disorienting effects of the strike. A stream of red smeared his cheek where scar tissue opened easily as he began to fall to the ground.

In the middle of the fall Rensou reattained his senses, funneling the entirity of his Bukujutsu to halt his plummet to certain death, but all he managed was a trade as his body slammed against the hardened earth of his customary training grounds, the Scorched Plains.

The hardened ground concussed under the impact, and the sound of meat against concrete sounded out before Rensou cried out in agony. The legs of the man were spread out and his arms extended straight, pulled that way by the gargantuan mass gathered about them. Rensou's cry continued, echoing as he struggled to bring his arms about his chest in a vain attempt to contain the pain.

He was too weak.

The weakness was what made Rensou Hiruen strong, his Saiyan pride boiling within the darkest recesses of his evil soul and willing arms unable to move to life. They cradled him, and he rolled onto his stomach with knees sliding under to support him. Enraged and battered, he screamed again at his inability.

"HRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! ! !" bellowed those lungs, Rensou's body locked in the fetal position as he yelled out his hatred for his weakness, the awful pain, and these dreadful weights that were making him stronger with each second that ate away at his youth.

Silencing his cries, a hand pressed downward into the crater that was a product of his crash, and pushed his hardened mass onto one foot. Rensou shook with exertion as the other took a place below him. Growling the stress away, Rensou finally stood. . .

. . .and prepared to continue.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Standing upon the starched sands, a Saiyan strained with everything within his soul. Sweat dripped from every sun-burnt pore, and he staggered more than once, twice as he aimed a second kick into the air that was slow and weak with condition and burden. Rensou Hiruen would overcome this weakness and become one with these damnable weights if his short life expired under their effects.

Those bangles about his wrists and ankles would drag him to hell if need be, and suddenly he became renewed with vigor as the depths of his soul answered his demand for more, more, more power! Every muscle tensed within his body as the gift delivered from within permeated his all and he was dragged into the air by it, the aura billowing around him multiplying in size two-fold and exploding upward in jagged spikes of energy.

Pure, intoxicating power shook his body now instead of the pain behind the tremors before. In utter exultation Rensou Hiruen tilted his head to the suns above and opened his mouth, chilling laughter rolling forth to the skies that had borne witness to. . .

. . .to the Kousho, he decided, "the break," it meant in the Saiyan tongue. Normally the term was used in direction towards a fractured or snapped bone, for obvious reasons as Saiyan were a warlike people, and where battle and bloodshed occurred, broken bones and blood followed like vultures to the carrion.

Rensou Hiruen had broken the floodgates and had created a weapon much akin to the Kaioken through his everlasting lust for strength. His desire for it was so extreme he actually required more of it. . .that delicious, intoxicating, thrilling power that visibly showed about his floating musculature above the Scorched Plains. With the dam broken, the strength had been delivered to him in a raging flood.

With the Kousho, the weight of his bangles was more nuisance than impedement, and Rensou lashed outward with a punch that doubled the speed of his previous efforts. A grin crossed his face at the realization that he would finally be able to fully utilize these new tools, and proceeded with replenished spirit and returned strength.

A flurry of melee attack split the air before him as he whirled and propelled another series of punches, feinting left and right to issue a burst of energy at impressive speed. The warrior would test exactly how impressive this new speed and strength was as his gaze loomed downward to the hardened surface below.

Suddenly, movement encompassed his being as his now amplified Bukujutsu sent him down into the air, and he locked his arm backwards with bent joint. . .the gloved hand balled tightly into a fist. The monstrous aura shaped accordingly, streaking backwards as he closed upon the target. At the instant before impact Rensou Hiruen issued his attack.

Every fiber of muscle was utilized as the bicep and forecep unfolded, the deltoid rolling the lever in conjuction with his downward path, pure technique coming into play as the timing was perfected and that fist smashed into the ground with all the force of a bomb. A horrific explosion sounded as the world parted beneath his fist, rubble spraying outward and up. It smashed against his face and armor, cutting and bruising him but unsuccessful in attempt to stop Rensou. . .the single strike had cut a hundred meter chasm into the Scorched Plains.

The hand was broken and burrowed into the hard ground, but Rensou gathered his boots beneath him and heaved his fist free of the baked soil, thrusting it jubilantly above him into the darkness. The glove and skin were peeled backwards under the friction, but the pain did not matter as blood streaked down his arm from the terrible self inflicted wound. All the mattered was the power. The power that had broken his hand and the world and his limitations.

The Kousho.

[Rensou Hiruen]

And then, celebration was halted as a terrible rumble filled the chasm formed by the Kousho infused fist of Rensou Hiruen, and pebbles and dust showered him. . .covering him completely in soot. If the first growl was terrible, the second was terrifying. Yet, the brash Saiyan stood courageously, unafraid and confident in his abilities to escape this crumbling pit alive.

Powerful legs propelled him up, aided by Bukujutsu as he met the first stone to approach. . .a size comparable to that of a Saiyan pod. His hand broken, Rensou folded his arm again and pivoted his elbow upward, bracing under the shock as he and the stone met. One of the participants broke, but it was not the man beneath the falling mass.

In an instant the speeding stone had cracked through entirely, each fissure arching out until it broke upon the sharp striking point into a billion pebbles. Rensou had been slightly pushed downward by the force, but he continued his upward ascent.

The Saiyan climbed as more stone fell, this time a second wave of his home planet's attack approached in the form of a score of smaller stone, but Rensou was prepared as his body entired a violent twirl. . .his legs became a windmill of destruction, shattering the projectiles which managed to bear his assault. Those that couldn't were pulverized into nothingness.

The light shimmered down into lifted gaze as lips formed a grin, but then absolute darkness overwhelmed even the keen vision of the last Hiruen. It seemed the treacherous chasm had rallied all it's murderous might against him as the tremendous cut in the planet clotted with enough stone and dirt to render even the light of two suns too dull to penetrate.

Though he could not see, Rensou was utterly aware of the disaster that had sealed him within this gigantic tomb. . .a space that grew smaller by the moment as the sheer weight of the boulders and earth above him gradually slid down to crush the life out of him and write his final chapter.

One chance remained, the Tsuruha. . .the only way Rensou Hiruen could possibly survive was within him, but did he have the power to push through this final obstacle? He had no other choice but to die trying or go peacefully. The mentality opted for the first option, and with quick movement he shed the training weights and anchored his feet to the bottom of the chasm for the second time.

"Tsuuuuuuuu. . ."

Began the vocal cords of the Saiyan, the dirt and rock lifting and swirling about his filthy form as he strained all the remained into this final explosion of energy that must pull him from the grip of impending death. Teeth grit as he dug deeper, pushing the Kousho to the limit, and with it, his body far beyond.

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuu. . . .!"

The second chant escaped clenched teeth as pain began to overwhelm his body that was overloading with power, the entire cave suddenly lit by his dancing display of force. The aquamarine of his aura reflected beatifully off the jagged walls, shimmering in the tears that gathered in his eyes from the sheer pain he was placing his body in.

A growl rolled up and out of his throat as a gigantic boulder broke free of the mass above him, Rensou Hiruen was out of time and he knew his wave had to be completed then. . .right now. Willing the Tsurunoha orbs into material existence, he set them into work as they swirled around the glowing sphere held carefully beneath tense palms. Finally, they integrated as the boulder closed, threatening to halt his objection to death before he had even begun.

It was a mere foot away from the hands that lept up and propelled a massive beam of energy the tint of the ocean upward.

"HRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHAAAAAAAAA! ! !"

The boulder was instantly dematerialized as the rolling pinnacle of power soared up to carve the path for freedom, biting deep into the gritty mass and faltering a moment before it set itself to the task and began to burrow as Rensou had earlier, but this time the intended path of destruction was up.

The surface of the scar upon the Scorched Plains began to shake, the quake intensifying as the surface began to roll like an ocean under the volcano of ki that suddenly exploded upward and out, cautering the dry dirt and stone in a beautifully cut cave. From the mouth of the circular exit wound in Vegeta's surface emerged a dusty and heaving figure, his weighted bangles clenched in his hands as he collapsed to the ground, laughing between each swallow of delicious, fresh oxygen.

. . .he had never been so happy to sweat under the Vegetan suns in his entire life.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Kousho approved by Boliko. Here is a more understandable writeup for the technique.

Kousho : A power augmenting release attained by Rensou Hiruen after weeks of pushing his body past the limit through force of will. Almost identical to the Kaioken, a technique unknown to the people of Vegeta, the increase in strength and speed comes at a price: Rensou's physical and ki reserves are diminished at a startling rate. The fighting capability of the user is increased three-fold.

Thread is complete and ready for grading.

[Zach]

Power Level increase of 2400 awarded. Enjoy. ^__^