Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2013 17:54:35 GMT -5
Any other person would be out celebrating. Any other person would be boasting and shoving their metal into the losers face and point out how superior they were. But while that piece of meaningless metal lay on the floor and sweat rained at the seams, this namekian continued his training –for it was the only true loyal companion he had. It never let him down. He always saw results. Before, he began to doubt he was improving at all. But the events at that arena, taking down foe after foe; he had come from a different planet and the next day he had already spread his name to the populace of Vegetasei.
Basna!
Basna!
Basna!
The crowd would cheer and fill his ego ever more, an ego that rivaled that of a saiyans and dangerously drifted away to something much higher. He always knew he was meant for greatness even though others doubted him and at times he doubted himself. But he had witnessed but a glimpse of good days to come. Meanwhile, he would remain faithful to the only thing that truly matters in his life; the one thing that had brought him to such glory. It wasn’t because some old green demented hag decided to ‘unlock’ his potential, no, his potential never needed to be unlocked. All of this was because of his strong determination to make something of himself and show the universe his presence; an ambition few could understand.
Clash!
Sparks fly as flesh met simulation and he stared into the eyes of the artificial saiyan whom he was fighting within the dark room. There were no windows, no open cracks, he had deliberately turned off the lights and watched the room fall to utter darkness while two other simulations cackled within and mocked him. They were jealous –he thought- nothing but a lizard way past his life-span, a saiyan with no bite and a poor old namekian trying to match him in strength –but to no avail.
Not a human in site. They were at the bottom of this power struggle. He had passed that level a long time ago. Except… he cringed and closed his eyes as if backlashing from the memory of that fateful day that would never end. The day he traveled to earth to find Touketsuki Yakedo, facing the only human he had ever known to possess such immense power that mountains collapsed around him. And what was the cocky namekian doing during this power struggle? –Cowering behind the same plateau that vanished before his very fingers, disintegrated, and melted away.
“RAGH!” he growled, slamming the simulated saiyan aside. His resistance was only making Basna’s frustration more unbearable. There shouldn’t ‘be’ any resistance. He should be able to overwhelm them with no contest. But then the icer snuck up from behind him in the shadows and grabbed a hold of him with that long and power tail –their strongest limb. He found himself powerless to stop it and felt his bones on the brink of crushing. The increased gravity made his breathing rag and the new weights he had obtained made him seem like in a comma. He couldn’t feel his limbs anymore.
Maybe it was because he was namekian. Perhaps that was the reason why he wasn’t out drinking. He barely needed a glass of water to live and the booze would do nothing but weaken him and hinder his performance. Why do saiyans waste their time with unnecessary and gluttony eating? Maybe, because he was namekian, he wasn’t out there with saiyan women and other different races to keep him company. Why would he want that? They were just useless junks of flesh. Did they make people stronger?
No, instead, he had isolated himself from this strange and foreign society and submitted himself to endure such pain and sorrow, knowing it would lead him to greatness in the end. Basna didn’t want to think his namekian genes were the cause. He knew that he simply had more resolve than any other mediocre being he could possibly meet.
“Argh!” he moaned as the first fist crushed against his solar plexus and he felt his body leaning forward. Then came the namekian, taking advantage of his state and slapped him across the face. Basna glared and roared before another fist struck him squarely and saliva spat out of his mouth. The burning sensation spread around his entire body and left him limp and immobile. It wasn’t long before the saiyan had come back from that little dive and started puncturing his body as-well.
Move! he demanded. Struggle! he thought. But his body wouldn’t respond. All he could feel were the consistent attacks pummeling his body, the strict rope-like limb leaving no space for movement of his limbs. He was completely immobile and defenseless. He felt himself trying to break free, but all of those attempts were merely psychological and vain; as if his very spirit and will was trying to move and command his body, but it had become detached and rendered useless. He was alienated from his physical form and the trio would continue to gang up on him with smirks and chuckles and degrading jests.
“MOOOVEEE!!!” he finally spoke in anger. His aura burst like flames and provided the only light in the room. The sudden power and heat would have scared anyone else, but these were only simulations of the real thing. They had no emotions, but Basna would teach them to fear even him. He roared and growled. The Icer would soon realize that the namekian had outgrown his grasp just enough to break free and stare down at the foe.
A giant fist hammered down on the Icer and cracked his neck as he went crashing down to the bottom of the seemingly pit-less dark room. It was only when he had struck the saiyan that he heard the thud of its fall. He couldn’t truly see them, but he could feel their presence and hear their movements. Basna turned to face the last, the namekian, and grabbed onto him with his hands. “What now.” He asked rhetorically.
What now indeed, as the simulation suddenly grew in size and artificial power to meet his own. Basna grinned. “Very well,” he said and they clashed once more.
It was a wonder why saiyans would invest in such a large training room, but it probably had to do with their Oozaru transformations. Regardless, how could they possibly see the moon with the confinement of this crack-less building. It was so refined and powerful that a simple energy wave couldn’t chip the walls, so the fighters within didn’t have to hold back. Although, he could feel the intents of breaking under his power; if he wanted, he could demolish the whole building –but why would he?
Before long, Basna’s movements started slowing down. His entire body felt red and stun, almost paralyzed under the strain of his weights and crushed under the gravity he was trying to overcome. Meanwhile, the simulation was still strong and showed no sign of weakness. They were designed to win and the only way to defeat them was with a single powerful blow. The two namekians exchanged blows until it became one-sided and Basna attempts were drowned by the other’s malice.
The presumably beaten saiyan had snuck up behind the giant’s head and slammed him in the neck. “UgH!” he moaned and eyes dilated from the sharp pain as his body was momentarily paralyzed and he collapsed to the ground. His body reverted and was soon picked up by the giant namekian. He fit perfectly in his hands. The roles had been switched and he was no longer winning. Again, in this constricted and restraining situation –but worse than before. The namekian started to apply pressure and crush his bones.
“A-aa-AAaaa-aaa~” he could barely even scream. The little energy he had was needed for breathing. He felt his lungs were congested. His nose and mouth bled purple ooze that dripped down. His eyes closed shut as he bared the pain.
Yes, this was his way of celebrating such glorious events. ‘CRACK’ lost an arm. He winced in pain. Tears escaped his eyes. He wasn’t crying, but his body was. Those were tears of a warrior, tears that were forced out by the will of another. He no longer had the power to regain his transformation. It didn’t matter though, he hated it anyway. He did though, have the strength and will to continue fighting. Sometimes, you’re not a saiyan. Sometimes, pure strength and will just won’t cut it. There are moments when you can’t scream your troubles away and suddenly overwhelm your opponents with newfound and inexplicable power.
This, was Basna’s reality. So he used what he could…
Eyes suddenly shot open and twin beams of energy were shot at lightning fast speed. He couldn’t see where his enemy was, but he knew he was a giant, and feeling the ends of the giant’s fingers he could narrow down that his location was straight in his face. The beams exploded upon impact, and as Basna was suddenly released he could see a glimpse his enemy. He had struck the eye. He grinned. They may not become tired, but their simulations were programmed to assume injuries.
Basna dropped face first to the ground and moaned. He tried to bring himself up, but his only arm shook violently, threatening to collapse. Suddenly, he was pulled up by the antennae. “Agh! Not there!” he shrieked, lifted off the ground and watched as a light soon illuminated his face. It was the saiyan, whom was wearing a cocky grin and stared into his eyes. He then proceeded to slam that energy ball on Basna and send him propelling to the other end of the room. The saiyan followed pursuit, zanzokening ahead and above, he dropped down knee-first into Basna’s face and slammed him to the ground.
By now his face was messed up and disfigured by the constant bleeding. This was going too far. Not only had he put himself in an outnumbered scenario, but his opponents were all high leveled and he was too full of himself to admit it. The attacks didn’t falter either. The namekian was still as giant as ever, and although Basna still couldn’t see them, he knew he had regained composure when he felt that giant fist hammer him to the ground like a nail and snap one of his legs.
He winced. More blood. More tears. This seemed grimmer every moment. He was lucky to have taken out the lizard when he did, but things were becoming dangerous. How degrading it would be if he were to die here and now. How anticlimactic. How embarrassing to be known as the namekian who died training. He’d become the laughing stock of the universe –and wherever he was going after death.
BOOM!
Again he was struck by the giant hand, and then a third… and a fourth… and it continued until it seemed like he was about to die. Blood gushed out of his mouth and spattered all over the place. His limbs were all crushed and left to nothing. His head was the only thing that remained remotely functional, but even then, his eyes blurred at the darkness, only seeing a dark shadow gazing over him as the last and final slam would take his breath away –and his life. Basna closed his eyes… and smirked.
Suddenly, the giant seemed to have frozen in place. There was a flash, a gaping hole in his holografically physical body and simulated blood gushed out like a fountain as he dropped down. Two down, one to go. The saiyan was left baffled and began to panic. He gazed at his surroundings wearily and everywhere he looked, there was only darkness. There was something out there, an animal, he thought. And he froze. He wouldn’t dare to breath for he felt the presence of that beast breathing behind his neck. He wouldn’t dare look back for he imagined red and glowing eyes full of hatred and contempt would stare into his soul. Fear has been struck into this artificial being; perhaps artificial fear, but fear in the least.
‘CRACK’
The saiyan had collapsed…
Basna began to panic. He couldn’t even speak; just stare, as the shadowy figure approached. He heard a crack and thud but he didn’t know who was who until it rest its palm overhead and he grinned. The two became one in a shining bright light. His eyes widened and he collapsed, suddenly fallen into a state of shock as the effects of the other had manifested on his own being; not physically, but mentally. His limbs were fine but his body weakened. His breathing ragged. He couldn’t get up. What torture, and to experience it twice, horrid. He twitched, almost like a seizure, fated to drown over the green goo which had filled the floor and emptied his vowels.
Cheers! To Vegeta’s Namek born Champion.
Cheers! To Basna
(PL + Heavy Weights + Simulation + 30x normal gravity)
Basna!
Basna!
Basna!
The crowd would cheer and fill his ego ever more, an ego that rivaled that of a saiyans and dangerously drifted away to something much higher. He always knew he was meant for greatness even though others doubted him and at times he doubted himself. But he had witnessed but a glimpse of good days to come. Meanwhile, he would remain faithful to the only thing that truly matters in his life; the one thing that had brought him to such glory. It wasn’t because some old green demented hag decided to ‘unlock’ his potential, no, his potential never needed to be unlocked. All of this was because of his strong determination to make something of himself and show the universe his presence; an ambition few could understand.
Clash!
Sparks fly as flesh met simulation and he stared into the eyes of the artificial saiyan whom he was fighting within the dark room. There were no windows, no open cracks, he had deliberately turned off the lights and watched the room fall to utter darkness while two other simulations cackled within and mocked him. They were jealous –he thought- nothing but a lizard way past his life-span, a saiyan with no bite and a poor old namekian trying to match him in strength –but to no avail.
Not a human in site. They were at the bottom of this power struggle. He had passed that level a long time ago. Except… he cringed and closed his eyes as if backlashing from the memory of that fateful day that would never end. The day he traveled to earth to find Touketsuki Yakedo, facing the only human he had ever known to possess such immense power that mountains collapsed around him. And what was the cocky namekian doing during this power struggle? –Cowering behind the same plateau that vanished before his very fingers, disintegrated, and melted away.
“RAGH!” he growled, slamming the simulated saiyan aside. His resistance was only making Basna’s frustration more unbearable. There shouldn’t ‘be’ any resistance. He should be able to overwhelm them with no contest. But then the icer snuck up from behind him in the shadows and grabbed a hold of him with that long and power tail –their strongest limb. He found himself powerless to stop it and felt his bones on the brink of crushing. The increased gravity made his breathing rag and the new weights he had obtained made him seem like in a comma. He couldn’t feel his limbs anymore.
Maybe it was because he was namekian. Perhaps that was the reason why he wasn’t out drinking. He barely needed a glass of water to live and the booze would do nothing but weaken him and hinder his performance. Why do saiyans waste their time with unnecessary and gluttony eating? Maybe, because he was namekian, he wasn’t out there with saiyan women and other different races to keep him company. Why would he want that? They were just useless junks of flesh. Did they make people stronger?
No, instead, he had isolated himself from this strange and foreign society and submitted himself to endure such pain and sorrow, knowing it would lead him to greatness in the end. Basna didn’t want to think his namekian genes were the cause. He knew that he simply had more resolve than any other mediocre being he could possibly meet.
“Argh!” he moaned as the first fist crushed against his solar plexus and he felt his body leaning forward. Then came the namekian, taking advantage of his state and slapped him across the face. Basna glared and roared before another fist struck him squarely and saliva spat out of his mouth. The burning sensation spread around his entire body and left him limp and immobile. It wasn’t long before the saiyan had come back from that little dive and started puncturing his body as-well.
Move! he demanded. Struggle! he thought. But his body wouldn’t respond. All he could feel were the consistent attacks pummeling his body, the strict rope-like limb leaving no space for movement of his limbs. He was completely immobile and defenseless. He felt himself trying to break free, but all of those attempts were merely psychological and vain; as if his very spirit and will was trying to move and command his body, but it had become detached and rendered useless. He was alienated from his physical form and the trio would continue to gang up on him with smirks and chuckles and degrading jests.
“MOOOVEEE!!!” he finally spoke in anger. His aura burst like flames and provided the only light in the room. The sudden power and heat would have scared anyone else, but these were only simulations of the real thing. They had no emotions, but Basna would teach them to fear even him. He roared and growled. The Icer would soon realize that the namekian had outgrown his grasp just enough to break free and stare down at the foe.
A giant fist hammered down on the Icer and cracked his neck as he went crashing down to the bottom of the seemingly pit-less dark room. It was only when he had struck the saiyan that he heard the thud of its fall. He couldn’t truly see them, but he could feel their presence and hear their movements. Basna turned to face the last, the namekian, and grabbed onto him with his hands. “What now.” He asked rhetorically.
What now indeed, as the simulation suddenly grew in size and artificial power to meet his own. Basna grinned. “Very well,” he said and they clashed once more.
It was a wonder why saiyans would invest in such a large training room, but it probably had to do with their Oozaru transformations. Regardless, how could they possibly see the moon with the confinement of this crack-less building. It was so refined and powerful that a simple energy wave couldn’t chip the walls, so the fighters within didn’t have to hold back. Although, he could feel the intents of breaking under his power; if he wanted, he could demolish the whole building –but why would he?
Before long, Basna’s movements started slowing down. His entire body felt red and stun, almost paralyzed under the strain of his weights and crushed under the gravity he was trying to overcome. Meanwhile, the simulation was still strong and showed no sign of weakness. They were designed to win and the only way to defeat them was with a single powerful blow. The two namekians exchanged blows until it became one-sided and Basna attempts were drowned by the other’s malice.
The presumably beaten saiyan had snuck up behind the giant’s head and slammed him in the neck. “UgH!” he moaned and eyes dilated from the sharp pain as his body was momentarily paralyzed and he collapsed to the ground. His body reverted and was soon picked up by the giant namekian. He fit perfectly in his hands. The roles had been switched and he was no longer winning. Again, in this constricted and restraining situation –but worse than before. The namekian started to apply pressure and crush his bones.
“A-aa-AAaaa-aaa~” he could barely even scream. The little energy he had was needed for breathing. He felt his lungs were congested. His nose and mouth bled purple ooze that dripped down. His eyes closed shut as he bared the pain.
Yes, this was his way of celebrating such glorious events. ‘CRACK’ lost an arm. He winced in pain. Tears escaped his eyes. He wasn’t crying, but his body was. Those were tears of a warrior, tears that were forced out by the will of another. He no longer had the power to regain his transformation. It didn’t matter though, he hated it anyway. He did though, have the strength and will to continue fighting. Sometimes, you’re not a saiyan. Sometimes, pure strength and will just won’t cut it. There are moments when you can’t scream your troubles away and suddenly overwhelm your opponents with newfound and inexplicable power.
This, was Basna’s reality. So he used what he could…
Eyes suddenly shot open and twin beams of energy were shot at lightning fast speed. He couldn’t see where his enemy was, but he knew he was a giant, and feeling the ends of the giant’s fingers he could narrow down that his location was straight in his face. The beams exploded upon impact, and as Basna was suddenly released he could see a glimpse his enemy. He had struck the eye. He grinned. They may not become tired, but their simulations were programmed to assume injuries.
Basna dropped face first to the ground and moaned. He tried to bring himself up, but his only arm shook violently, threatening to collapse. Suddenly, he was pulled up by the antennae. “Agh! Not there!” he shrieked, lifted off the ground and watched as a light soon illuminated his face. It was the saiyan, whom was wearing a cocky grin and stared into his eyes. He then proceeded to slam that energy ball on Basna and send him propelling to the other end of the room. The saiyan followed pursuit, zanzokening ahead and above, he dropped down knee-first into Basna’s face and slammed him to the ground.
By now his face was messed up and disfigured by the constant bleeding. This was going too far. Not only had he put himself in an outnumbered scenario, but his opponents were all high leveled and he was too full of himself to admit it. The attacks didn’t falter either. The namekian was still as giant as ever, and although Basna still couldn’t see them, he knew he had regained composure when he felt that giant fist hammer him to the ground like a nail and snap one of his legs.
He winced. More blood. More tears. This seemed grimmer every moment. He was lucky to have taken out the lizard when he did, but things were becoming dangerous. How degrading it would be if he were to die here and now. How anticlimactic. How embarrassing to be known as the namekian who died training. He’d become the laughing stock of the universe –and wherever he was going after death.
BOOM!
Again he was struck by the giant hand, and then a third… and a fourth… and it continued until it seemed like he was about to die. Blood gushed out of his mouth and spattered all over the place. His limbs were all crushed and left to nothing. His head was the only thing that remained remotely functional, but even then, his eyes blurred at the darkness, only seeing a dark shadow gazing over him as the last and final slam would take his breath away –and his life. Basna closed his eyes… and smirked.
Suddenly, the giant seemed to have frozen in place. There was a flash, a gaping hole in his holografically physical body and simulated blood gushed out like a fountain as he dropped down. Two down, one to go. The saiyan was left baffled and began to panic. He gazed at his surroundings wearily and everywhere he looked, there was only darkness. There was something out there, an animal, he thought. And he froze. He wouldn’t dare to breath for he felt the presence of that beast breathing behind his neck. He wouldn’t dare look back for he imagined red and glowing eyes full of hatred and contempt would stare into his soul. Fear has been struck into this artificial being; perhaps artificial fear, but fear in the least.
‘CRACK’
The saiyan had collapsed…
Basna began to panic. He couldn’t even speak; just stare, as the shadowy figure approached. He heard a crack and thud but he didn’t know who was who until it rest its palm overhead and he grinned. The two became one in a shining bright light. His eyes widened and he collapsed, suddenly fallen into a state of shock as the effects of the other had manifested on his own being; not physically, but mentally. His limbs were fine but his body weakened. His breathing ragged. He couldn’t get up. What torture, and to experience it twice, horrid. He twitched, almost like a seizure, fated to drown over the green goo which had filled the floor and emptied his vowels.
Cheers! To Vegeta’s Namek born Champion.
Cheers! To Basna
(PL + Heavy Weights + Simulation + 30x normal gravity)
Jorlaxl, master of crane.