Celebrity Match up

[Zach]

Actually managing to pull off his instant transmission and on top of that, succeeding in tying Gurin up in a full nelson, although it was really more like half of that considered the Namekian had a second pair of arms sprouting out of his ribs, Zach was happy to see Gurin doing just what Zach had intended, taking the hits from his own technique. One ball was destroyed while another struck the green man in the gut and bounced away, the third ball though found it's way into Gurin's hand and then seemingly was arbitrarily tossed away. At the same time though Zach had to deal with the distraction of Guirn contorting his trapped arms and reaching back to grab a hold of his neck.

"You know... Flashy stuff... and choking... aren't very fun." Zach chided the green man with what little air he could squeeze out through his vocal chords. That said, Zach now felt it was time to turn things up a notch seeing as he didn't particularly enjoy getting choked. Unaware of how long it would take Gurin's balls to return but having to act fast anyway because of the Namekian's counter to his hold, Zach ascended into his transformed state and immediately used the added power granted to him by it to release his hold on Gurin, pull his arms back and then shove the Namekian's bad away. With his added strength it would likely be child's play and the increased energy afforded him would enable Zach to hover under his own power.

[Geurin]

The confrontation was heating up now, Zach having ascended into a deeper focus. His power level nearly tripled instantly, and in order to avoid further damage from Geurin's counter choke hold he used the energy at his disposal to push the namekian back.

Geurin took advantage of his odd position, making sure that he could use the force of Zach's push to jettison a few feet ahead to create some reasonable space between the two of them. At this time the two balls would be coming back at Zach. They had more than served their purpose, for even with the strike to his abdomen the Name still felt he had been successful in damaging Zach. The problem was that Zach was in fact physically stronger than Geurin, his form was superior and so the Namek had to rely on his superior Ki control to take Zach down a couple notches. His right hand buzzed with energy. This was yet another attack that Geurin had been manipulating as his own. He had seen other fighters use similar techniques, and against someone so physically fit as Zach he knew it would be a perfect match. Both fighters seemed uneffected by the intense gravity they were under, and no doubt because they were now several hundred thousand in power level.

His right hand was finally prepped for the attack, it was an interesting counter that Geurin had crafted through ancient Namekian energy. Much like his Bikkuri this ancient style of Ki rendering was not often seen, but had a similar effect to other attacks seen in recent time.

Thrusting out his right hand palm out, it came out in waves, not an offensive attack, but rather a spread of energy like a heat wave, light green in color, and yet hardly seen to the naked eye. This had a name in the culture of the Namekian rite, but here it was simply known as Psychokinesis.

Psychokinesis: The user fires a wave of electric currents through the victims body causing the muscles to immediately clench for anywhere from 5-30 seconds. The muscle spasms prevent movement and can result in painful cramps.

[Zach]

Managing to free himself of Gurin's choke and shove the Namekian away by amping up his physical strength with his transformed state, Zach brought his arms back up into their usual defensive posture just as the two remaining balls returned for another strike. Spotting the first one coming on, Zach let loose with another blast of crimson energy from his eyes and dispatched the incoming sphere. The second struck at his back again, drawing only a grunt of acknowledgement as it's power was now considerably weaker in comparison to the blonde's. By this time Gurin had turned around and gathered yet another energy attack. Growing tired of the ranged play, Zach charged forward right into the new attack with the intention of powering through what ever it was and taking the spar right to Gurin. Zach was a very physical person and if he wasn't going to get a proper fight out of Gurin his attention and desire to continue was going to evaporate very quickly.

As he charged forward though Gurin let loose with an expanding cone of barely visible energy. At first thinking nothing of it, Zach drew back his right arm for a crushing punch to the Namekian's chest, however as he came within range and tried to launch the punch, the entirety of his musculature started to seize up. The blonde teen grimaced in growing discomfort as his body became almost as rigid as a statue, stuck mid punch. 'Holy crap what did he just do to me?' Zach thought, unable to get his body to respond to his brains commands.

[Geurin]

This would be his only opportunity. Gliding around three hundred and sixty degree's Geurin would use the back of his foot to slam into the teen's chest. The goal was to send him down to the floor of the stadium while his body was still working out the kinks of the new cramping attack that was taking its hold on him.

If zach somehow recovered from the attack sooner than expected, surely Geurin would be hit and a new plan of action would be taken, however assuming the kick did in fact send him back down to the ground below them Geurin would let his aura form around him, a black and green mixture that began replenishing the hole where his Ki had been. The gravity in the chamber, although within Geurin's working ability, was still active and taking its toll on him. No doubt Zach was feeling similarly. Their fight may not last much longer under these conditions and seeing as this was just a spar, there didn't need to be a clear winner, at least not to Geurin. The fact that they were both learning new things from the fight was enough for him...Well actually it occurred to him that Zach had in fact not learned anything new this entire fight. He had in fact only used attacks he already possessed.

Perhaps he was not one to create new attacks, it was impressive seeing him IT in mid battle, as that was no easy task, but he had yet to do anything new since their time on Vegeta. Perhaps Geurin would need to show Zach something new, but what? While he pondered the idea Geurin would wait for zach's response. A more aggressive offense would normally be the case in a fight to the death, but he really was just sparring with the human.

He was thinking of just what would benefit zach the most when suddenly he was hit in the back of the head with the weakened crasher ball. It was only enough to be annoying, but it truly was. The balls had expired in usefulness and so turning his head to the left, a set of eye beams demolished the remaining ball. They were now permanently out of play.

[Zach]

“Huuuh!” Zach gasped out as Gurin came about in a flip and planted his boot hard against the blonde’s chest. Although his muscles were tensed, made so by the cramping attack the Namekian had used on him, the kick still hurt, emptying the teen’s lungs and driving him to the artificial ground below. The teen’s arms finally moved again after a few moments, dropping out to either side once the muscle spasm that had frozen them had worn off and he could once again breath normally. Not going to spend the sparring session on his back though, Zach took just a moment to take a few breaths before hauling himself back to his feet under the intense pull of the dome’s gravity field and then looked to see where Gurin was now.

Looking up, Zach spotted the Namekian right where he was a few moments earlier only now he was angrily dealing with the last of the bouncing balls. It had apparently struck him but unfortunately Zach had missed that comical moment. Leaping off of the floor, Zach powered his way into the air for a renewed offensive. Ascending to reengage the Namekian, Zach launched his palms forward in a steady left/right manner, launching his energy punches at Gurin with no particular target in mind. The goal was to get the Namekian on the defensive as he close and then once he was within range, resume a proper, physical confrontation by launching an uppercut aimed for the green man’s pink gut.

Between the intense gravitational field trying to drag him back to the ground, the extreme amount of power needed just to fly and the huge drain of having used his teleportation technique, Zach’s energy reserves were starting to dwindle. However the teen wasn’t going to give up the spar until he got a proper workout, slinging energy around didn’t count in Zach’s book, he was a physical young man and demanded a physical workout.

[Geurin]

Zach's counter was quick, from the moment he lifted his body off the ground, to the second his fist made contact with Geurin's upper right arm there was literally no time for Geurin to implement any sound strategy. The punches continued, quickly and with great vigor. Geurin had four hands and it seemed he needed all of them just to keep up. Keeping up was at least possible until Zach led with a powerful uppercut.

Overall the moral of this story was that Zach was in fact physically stronger than Geurin. Could the Namekian be faster, and even deliver stronger Ki releases, most definetely. But taking the fight up close was just not going to bare any positive results for Geurin...at least not a single Geurin.

His stomach had just been rammed by the fist of Zach when out from the small of his back came another person, as if pulling himself out from the depths of his own body the Namek appeared and without wasting a moment balled his fist to make contact with Zach's rounded chin. The original Geurin used his downed position to jet forward, revealing the second clone in its entirety and removing the original Geurin from the combat situation. But not for long. Now with a total six arms, four on the original and two on the copy, Geurin would pull himself in behind Zach in an attempt to elbow him in the center of his bared skin.

Now being attacked from two fronts, Zach would finally get the physical challenge he had been waiting for.

[Zach]

Launching his diversionary energy punches ahead of him, Zach managed to close with Gurin and indeed landed a hard uppercut into the Namekian’s stomach. As Gurin was folding over his fist however the green man pulled another bizarre maneuver, as an exact copy of him, minus two of the additional arms, literally popped out of his back almost as if Zach had literally punched the copy out of him. The occurrence was strange enough for Zach to pause momentarily and wonder exactly what was going on and thus time enough for the clone to smash a punch into the boy’s face.

Zach grunted as his head snapped to the side and he drifted backwards. Unbeknownst to the blonde, the original Gurin who’d folded over his fist and then fallen out of sight was now coming up behind him and planted an elbow into the teen’s back. The blow arched Zach’s back and thus stretched his midsection a bit. The blows, although painful, seemed to lack the green man’s full strength. Zach couldn’t exactly quantify it given how fast things were happening but given the apparent reduction in physical strength, Zach felt he could stand to ignore one of the two green man, or at the very least, allow one of them to make clean strikes while he dealt with the other. Strikes to his back however weren’t going to be permitted to continue and so spinning quickly in place, Zach struck out with his left arm, intending to smash the four armed Gurin across the face with the back of his fist. The two-armed clone would for the moment be ignored, presented with Zach’s right side, his right arm folded up to guard his head against a retaliation by the copy.

Finally it looked as though things were getting interesting and on top of it, Gurin had displayed a technique, the first on in fact, that Zach found interesting. While normally he found double teaming an opponent to be somewhat distasteful, if the stakes were high enough, he could put his own sense of honor aside and do what was needed. He would have to make it a point to ask Gurin about this cloning technique one they were done beating the snot out of each other.

[Geurin]

Slam

Now this was a fight. In most cases the two warriors would be ducking and dodging, but this was a pull no punches spar, and Geurin was enjoying it. He was notably not as strong as Zach when it came to physically bashing each other, but the results of their spar were proving more than fruitful. For one the encounter would help Geurin fight other warriors in the future, because truth be told a man cannot simply dodge every punch thrown, and it occurred to Geurin that if he had engaged Nam physically perhaps he would have been weakened enough to be killed when Geurin launched his final attack on Vegeta. That was a mistake he would not make twice.

His head arched to the left as he was punched, hard in the mouth. His teeth slammed into his lips causing not only a great deal of swelling, but a sizeable amount of blood to spray out on Zach's fist and on him in general. Deep purple would flow from his lip, but this was not a sign of defeat, quite the opposite in fact this was a sign of pure excitement.

His clone had already begun its counter, throwing a punch that in fact wrapped around Zach's upper arm. The clone would try now to sling zach around and throw him back down to the ground. Of course even if this worked Zach could probably buukujutsu himself to safety before impact, which is where the second Geurin came into play. Even if the throw was unsuccessful, the original would cock his head back into position, and with all for arms begin a counter assault of punches to Zach's midsection. If he was flying towards the ground this would be even better, but if they were right next to each other at least Geurin could ensure a few hits with his right arm occupied.

The true beauty of having multiple arms, and multiple bodies. Zach's desperate focus was truly fighting well, and yet Geurin still wondered if Zach was able to pull himself into an ascended state as he had on Vegeta. Perhaps in their spar that would not happen, but it would have to occur again if they hoped to defeat the saiyans on their arrival.

[Zach]

Swinging his arm around, Zach got what he wanted, felling the back of his fist crash across the Namekian’s face. He didn’t actually want to bloody Gurin, having no ill will against him, but he knew the other had the capacity to heal both himself and others so saw no reason not to fight him properly during their spar, throwing variety into his attacks rather then just keeping to the body. While his left arm was still extended out to the side, Zach felt the clone hook his own arm around the blonde’s right and try to yank on it. Given the apparent reduction in strength though from the cloning, Zach managed to tug back and diverted his attention from the bloodied, four armed Gurin, to the two armed one.

The two were playing a diversionary game and it was working, in spite of his greater strength, Zach was forced to keep track of two opponents now and each was strong enough to hurt him if they got in clean shots, and that’s exactly what happened. With his left arm out to the side and his right tied up, the blonde’s body was completely open. Before Zach even noted the green blur in the corner of his vision, the four armed Gurin had gone to work pummeling his abs into mush with his quartette of fists.

“Oooph… Uuuh… Uhhh… Huuuh… Ough..” the teen gasped as Gurin pounded a rapid succession of punches into his midsection, the muscles not providing their usual protection as he had been swinging his arms, twisting and generally performing maneuvers that would be hindered by constantly flexing one’s midsection. The punches found purchase in Zach’s stomach, pushing into his musculature and forcing air out of the boy’s lungs, but oddly he did not double over, nor did he try to yank his arm free of the other Gurin’s hold. Instead he hovered there, absorbing the beating, letting the four armed Namekian have full run of his midsection. Gurin had rightly managed a excellent maneuver that opened him up wide and then took full advantage of it. The Namekian zero’s right in on Zach’s middle and was wrecking him in the manliest way there was, attacking the blonde’s core. Zach’s slightly masochistic streak took over and as Gurin punched, Zach resigned himself to see just how much he could take, provided of course the punches didn’t wander away from his softening stomach.

[Geurin]

Zach wouldnt budge an inch when it came to the clones attack to his arm, however it did seem an adequate distraction for Geurin to rail into Zach with the full ability of his multi-arm technique. Each fist hit its mark bringing about a barrage of punches that Geurin had expected Zach to block. He continued for a few seconds until he came to the realization that this beating was not productive to either of them. As it appeared he was going in for another set he actually disappeared, his body shimmering for only a second before disappearing entirely. On the other side a similar sight was occuring as the second geurin too faded from existance, both reappearing several feet infront of Zach, floating casually as he spoke.

"Are you getting Bored Zach?"

He asked coyly, the clones responding next.

"Perhaps things would be more fun if you found a friend to fight with"

Of course Geurin was talking about the multiform technique he had been boasting for the last several minutes. The two Geurin's both symmetrically raised their hands up to their head, cracking their neck in both directions, then doing the same to the knuckles in their fist. The four armed Geurin began to wipe the blood from his mouth as his bottom two arms slowly retracted back into his body.

[Zach]

The punches didn’t last nearly as long as they could and that fact actually annoyed Zach. This was a perfect opportunity to get some endurance training in and Gurin backed out. True he was short of breath and a little sore, but other then that and his growing energy deficit, Zach was in good shape physically, he wasn’t getting the exercise he wanted and Gurin was proving to be nothing more then a tease. So much so was Gurin being a tease that he and his copy started verbally taunting him and it was at that point that the blonde’s temper started to flare. Gurin had dragged him here, disrupted his day, made off with his school’s equipment and now wasted his time, Zach was not in a good mood and being teased was only making it worse.

‘He wants to throw barbs, lets try this one on for size.’ Zach thought to himself and then quite without warning directed his vision from the Gurin with four arms, although the two additional arms were not retracting, to the clone and let loose with every bit of energy he could spare, a murderous pair of deadly beans from his eyes, the goal being to slice the clone asunder.

“Don’t mock me, ‘Alien.’” Zach growled, pointing pointed emphasis on the word ‘Alien.’ Gurin was pushing the wrong buttons now and given Zach’s inherent instability, the friendly training session could very quickly spiral out of control, as evidenced by his current attempt to turn Gurin’s clone into chopped Gurin salad.

[Geurin]

Geurin was not about to defend his clone, not when Zach had wasted such fine energy to destroy him. He had clearly not understood what the minister was getting at. He had been suggesting that perhaps zach would like to learn something new. He had thought their training session was coming to an end.

But as it turned out, their warm up was finished.

Alien, The boy knew how to throw an insult. Not that Geurin was easily insulted, but the words meant more coming from Zach, it was borderline insubordination, and Geurin couldn't have that. Perhaps Zach thought he was stronger than the Namekian? Well a few crasher balls an two extra arms were nothing compared to the hell he was capable of raining down, and Zach should have already known that.

Nay if he did not want to learn, then Geurin would not teach him, but he had to remind Zach why he was in charge. If he wanted a work out, he would get one.

"Lets train that instant transmission of yours"

He said in a much lower voice, and disappointed frown plastered on his face. Zach had been training his ability for a few months now, but Geurin had been honing this skill for years. It was really his ace in the hole while fighting. Many warriors used Zanzoken or AfterImage, but Geurin felt more comfortable moving long distances at the blink of an eye. With that he was off, disappearing instantly and reappearing to Zach's left, alreadying primed for a powerful kick to his side. Zach could block, or dodge, but either way the Namek would disappear a second time, Reappearing this time on the other side of his body slightly above him with both fists balled ready to slam down on Zach.

This friendly spar had new meaning now, and the two would not walk away from it so easily.

[Zach]

Zach's temper was very quickly flying out of control and what was originally a somewhat annoying meeting was turning into a serious fight. Zach dispatched Gurin's clone with his eye beams, slicing the green man apart with but a few passes until the broken Namek chunks vanished, apparently dematerializing and returning their substance to the original. It was at that point the real fight was on, Gurin kept up the pretense of training but Zach was sure after seeing his clone so quickly dispatched, the green man growing just as angry as he was. His actions bore this out as the Namekian attacked the blonde on two sides, using his own teleportation to appear first at Zach's left with a kick and then at the teen's right and somewhat above with his fists ready for another attack.

Zach's own responses were just as fast, although he didn't employ the teleportation Gurin had, he was well experienced in others pulling cheap tricks with it. So when the Namekian vanished Zach knew what to expect. His arms instantly retracted to their usual defensive position and to avoid an attack from the rear, Zach immediately cut his capacity to fly. This ostensibly put him in a worse position then he would have liked as while descending, even under the increased gravity in the dome, Zach wasn't fast enough to completely avoid the Namekian's kick and instead of taking the blow to the ribs or even his arm where he would have preferred, Zach got the boot right to the side of the head. While out of range of the Namekian's fists which presumably were actually intended for his skull, the boy had still been kicked in the head and was now tumbling instead of dropping strait down.

He crashed to the ground on his side, shaking his head from the impact and disregarding the blood now trickling down from the outer edge of his eyebrow and down the side of his face. The boy was positively furious now, snarling as he shoved himself off of the ground and back to his feet. Somehow the oppressive gravity of the room meant much less to him as did the training weights he was forever wearing. All that mattered was putting Gurin's face into the dirt for wasting his time and starting this fight. Refreshing the energy in his body armor, Zach added the helmet now in all of it's spiked menace. He wasn't done yet though, if Gurin was going to play with proverbial fire, Zach would give him a taste of his own brand and diverted still more of his dwindling supply of energy to his fists. The next time Gurin appeared Zach would be read as he didn't dare just fly up to meet him again, or teleport up as they would likely use the last of his reserves. So Zach would play the waiting game and keep his charged fists at the ready.

[Geurin]

Slam, and a miss.

Zach's rage capping over as Geurin landed a solid strike to the man's face. He had not intended for the kick to land once again on the head of the teen but Zach's maneuvering had made it so. Careening back onto the ground with a hearty crash Geurin couldn't help but feel midly successful. But again he reminded himself of two things. The first being that he was inherently stronger than Zach, so using powerful attacks could inadvertently kill him, and then also the fact that they were still building the area around them, they needed a field they could destroy without actually harming the dome.

It was the perfect setting. Closing his eyes once more and opening them just a moment later, the scenery around them changed. Billowing out of the ground around them were rocks and plateaus, much like the scene of the famous Son-Goku and Prince Vegeta in their first match. This was a field malleable and ready for wear. The Namek smirked, the blood from his lip having finally clotted, leaving only slight bloody residue beneath his teeth. Zach was angry, that much was obvious, his body physically heeved as he breathed. Perhaps Geurin could in fact pull the ascended form out of him.

The helmet, the armor, all much stronger than the shimmering Toku that covered the Namek like a thin sheet. His battle armor was meant to take in inferior blasts, not punches and strikes of this power. He would need to fight back in a different way.

He would use his Kikkou.

He had already used it twice before, the first against Maruca, the second against Nam, or rather the planet Vegeta. Controlling the Kikkou was something that brought Geurin much pride, it was no simple task, and his Ki was always better for it. Putting his hands together like he had both prior times, two fingers jetting up towards his face the clouds began to form instantly. He would not use the strike, that would be too much. But the rain would be perfect, and it required little charge.

The cloud would immediately begin dropping its rain, like small needles falling from the sky. The Kikkou rain was unlikely to be able to deal damage to Zach, especially with his armor...but perhaps it would be more than his armor could stand. The needles would whittle away at the crass armor that Zach had created, and hopefully deal it some damage before Zach decided to counter.

[Zach]

Standing on the ground waiting for Gurin to make a move, Zach's paper thin patience wore thin pretty quickly, especiall when it seemed Gurin wasn't even putting much effort into the fight, instead once again playing with the dome's environmental controls. Then came the clouds, the very same clouds Zach recalled from Vegeta. He'd wasted enough time and recovered enough air, any more time wasted would mean another trick and Zach was getting tired both literally and figuratively of these tricks. The rain came and at first Zach didn't notice, the only exposed skin being overshadowed by the somewhat bulbous proportions of his armor. However as he focused on Gurin's position, deciding perhaps another attempt at teleportation might be in order, he noticed the helmet's clear, translucent color shifting towards blue. Knowing his armor quite well Zach could tell it was somehow being drained and even his rage roasted and sometimes slow brain could well imagine it was the rain coming down from the clouds, why else were they there?

'Grrr that's it, no more tricks for you jerk face.' Zach grumbled in his mind, all be it, somewhat immaturely. With his vision locked on Gurin, Zach had the green man pictured in his mind and set off on what was potentially a big mistake. There was no other course of action to be taken however, to simply fly up would be too slow and give Gurin plenty of time to respond, no doubt with a teleportation of his own and Zach definitely couldn't afford to chase the Namekian in that manner. So with his charged fists at the ready, Zach blinked out of sight and reappeared to the green man's right side. His right fists was instantly in motion, trusting forward not at any vital part of the Namekian's anatomy but rather directly for his shoulder. If the thunderous punch landed, the ki energy stored in the blonde's fists would release and act upon the underlying muscles, paralyzing the green man's upper arm. Zach intended to follow the right handed punch up with an immediate left, his one intended for the side of Gurin's head. He wasn't sure what the ki charged punch would do if it struck the Namekian in the head but if it too landed the results would likely be amusing.