Celebrity Match up

[Geurin]

Zach had finally brought the combat to Geurin, his movements quickened and instant. The Kikkou rain had done its job, and continued to do so, providing a subtle rain for their combat. Zach however could not have expected his attack to hit, surely he knew that his instant movement could be tracked by the proffessional Geurin. As he appeared Geurin threw up his right forearm to block, and sure enough the fist landed hard. A bruise he could live with. He was prepared to strike back and yet his arm went instantly limp, dropping to his side.

"What the.."

His surprise cut short as Zach went in for a hook. Geurin threw his head back to avoid the attack, and as Zach's fist flew by he missed. Or so Geurin had thought. His body in the perfect position to strike back he prepared himself.

"Try agai....a...FUCK"

His face, it burned. No, it didn't burn, that was an understatement. His face felt as though it was on fire. Using all of his energy to jet towards the ground and away from Zach the Namekian descended, grabbing his face with his free hand and yelling obsenities through his opened fingers. His right arm was still to numb to help him, and Geurin found that he could not open his eyes or even hear himself speak. His senses were entirely ruined at least for the time being. So much so that he directed his flight into a nearby rock standing, slamming into it and burrowing deep into the ground. Writhing on the ground for another moment the Namek finally felt his face cooling down, rubbing it like an animal into the cooling dirt.

Zach had done something inadvertent, that likely would never happen again. He had hit only one of Geurin's antenna. Had he hit him in the face, or both antenna perhaps the attack would have been less dramatic, but by dodging Geurin had truly ruined his composure and sent himself painfully into the simulated rocks. This humiliation would not go unpunished. Pushing himself up with both arms and looking out the hole that he himself had created the Namek let of steam, preparing to yell at Zach, but instead choosing a ki release. Opening his mouth wide, and through it blasting a light green Ki, his demonic wave, straight from the gullet of the demon back at Zach. The Kikkou rain had finally died down, uncharged it could not last long.

[Zach]

Zach could feel the energy being sapped out of him every time he used the teleportation, his body was feeling heavier and heavier with each attempt as the reserve left for flying became less and less. Still he'd managed it once again, teleporting up beside Gurin and arriving right where he wanted to be. His right fist was in motion instantly, Gurin made a good effort to block the punch, raising his own forearm, though it would have been better for the Namekian if he had tried to avoid the strike all together. When the blonde's right hand struck the green man's arm, the ki energy stored was released and did it's intended work, scrambling nerve impulses and rendering the arm useless for the time being. Then came Zach's follow-up punch, this one intended for Gurin's head. The Namekian did a much better job of trying to get away from this one, weaving his head backwards to avoid the shot. Indeed Zach thought he'd missed and was quickly reeling his arms back in to continue the battle with good old fisticuffs when Gurin all but shrieked in pain and proceeded to dive towards the ground.

Zach watched in some surprise as the Namekian buried himself in the simulated terrain and truthfully Zach couldn't understand why. The antennae weren't particularly substantial parts of the green man's anatomy so the blonde didn't even register the impact when his fist sailed by. What ever the reason Gurin had fled to the was, Zach was pleased his paralyzing punch had seen it's first successful use. There was more to do though, the fight wasn't over, not until one of them gave in and for Zach, that wouldn't be until he passed out and at the moment that happenstance wasn't looking very likely any more. His opponent was down one arm for the time being and apparently affected in some other way Zach did quite pick up on yet. Dropping to the ground to save on his remaining power, Zach landed with a much heavier thud then usual as his boots his the artificial earth. Starting a cautious walk forward, the blonde was closing in on the hole in the ground when from out of the darkness a green beam of energy shot out.

Acting as fast as his encumbered muscles could accommodate, Zach brought up his left arm and quickly formed the cone buster, just as the beam was coming in to strike. The execution was understandably off considering the strain his body was under with the gravitational pull and his weights. Zach only just barely managed to get the pointed end of the cone up and the beam entered the redirection chamber at an odd angle. As a result of the rushed intercept, the return beam bounced out, cutting across the path of the still incoming beam rather then flowing over it. The result was a chain of explosions between the tiring teenager and the mouth of the newly formed cavern. Almost immediately after intercepting the beam though Zach had to dismiss the buster, his energy running dangerously low. Proceeding on foot instead, the boy trudged forward, his left arm returning to a ready position as he closed to engage the temporarily one armed Namekian in what he hoped would be some one sided hand to hand combat.

[Geurin]

Only moments after the beam left his innards, it was ended with a return fire that set the entire cave ablaze. Geurin took a step back and rose his arms to cover his face. His right arm still couldn't clench a fist, but at least he could begin moving it around. He could sense Zach from the other side of the smoke, perhaps an advantage they did not share. Zach was no doubt coming in to finish the fight hand to hand, and for once Geurin was not opposed to the idea of giving Zach a good beating. Running forward through the smoke, the first time Zach would see him was as he jumped out of the hole directly in from of him, his left hand raised for a solid strike, and he was more than prepared for it to be blocked, or even dodged. Even if this occured, the hand was actually an open claw, Geurin using his sharp nails to hopefully cut at the teen wherever he struck, whether it was a direct hit to the chest, or a hit to a defending arm or knee. He would land on the other side of Zach, crouching down and with his right leg going under for a sweep kick.

Once this was done the Namek would spin into a standing position and raise his left hand up. His right still unable to make a fist or move his fingers, he kept it around his stomach to prevent any dangerous strikes to that region. Zach however was no amateur and could not only defend himself, but fight at the level of a true martial arts expert. Geurin expected nothing less that a full powered attack from his human trainee, and even noted the pleasure that Zach was now getting from the fight. His anger seemingly quelled at least for right now, and yet his powerlevel still risen. He could be in spiritual ascension without the need for rage.

"Blowing up my beam, jerk face"

This would be useful in future fights against the saiyans, whom all had the power to transform on a whim. Geurin did not have any fancy transformations, he was left with his naturally enormous power, so his understanding of these transformed states was not from first hand knowledge, but rather what he observed. With that playful jest out of the way Geurin was prepared, his arms ready to defend, he waited for Zach's undoubtedly heated response.

[Zach]

As Zach closed on the mouth of the Gurin shaped cavern, the Namekian came bolting out, his left arm up and ready to fight, his right still paralyzed from the forearm down and guarding his midsection. The initial exchange was started by Gurin, going for a claw type strike to the blonde's chest. His armor still active and fresh, Zach let the strike through in favor of throwing a quick counter jab to Gurin's face. The Namekian's clawed hand would crash into not soft, warm skin, but the hardened energy barrier that covered the teen's chest and hopefully in the process, break those sharp nails Gurin was suddenly so keen on slashing him with.

Meanwhile the green man was still in motion, evidently intending to work his clawed jab into another move, something Zach's simple jab wasn't going to stop, although with any hope, and undefended blow to the Namekian's face would have some cumulative effect later on in the fight. Dropping low after the claw, Gurin attempted to sweep the legs out from under Zach, however the Namekian's assumption about his prowess in hand to hand combat was quite correct and bore out by his actions. Although Zach's mind might be slow in some areas, he was a master at his chosen craft and immediately recognized the sweep for what it was. As if from a cheap martial arts movie, as gurin descended and twirled about to take the blonde's legs out, Zach quickly crouched a couple of inches and then leapt skyward. Given the intense gravity trying to squash the two of them to the ground, it was no surprise that he didn't get far, although his jump was still high enough to avoid getting put on his back.

The blonde teen laded back on the ground with a thud proportionately louder to the amount of weight he was carrying and the attraction placed upon that weight by the gravity pump feeding the dome. Not stopping for a moment to keep as much pressure on Gurin, Zach let loose with a rapid volley of strait punches aimed at the green man's head, chest and even his guarded midsection. The idea being with only one and a half working arms, he would be able to overwhelm the other's defenses and score some major hits and with any hope and retaliation would be absorbed by his tank like armor while simultaneously opening Gurin up for only more punishment.

[Geurin]

His claws had scathed the armor that Zach bore, the Kikkou rain had apparently not done enough to break the armor and that would not bode well for Geurin who needed to score a solid hit against the blonde, and when his sweep kick shared the same results it became clear that even with his advanced power level he was still below zach's initial ability to fight hand to hand, he could only wait out the next barrage in hopes of seeing an opening worth exploiting.

His left palm caught the first punch, a lazy one to the head, No doubt a distracting as another punch immediately followed, this one slamming into the left pectoral and sending a sharp pain to Geurin's shoulder. His chest would have to take the heat though, his mid section and head came first, and with every strike to the head came another one to the limb arm or chest.

Raising his left knee up to catching another punch on the thigh rather than taking more brutal punishment to his chest Geurin found himself being forced to back up slowly as the attacks became faster, and stronger. Their arms moving almost like a blur to combat each other Geurin felt his opening, it was nothing Zach had done wrong, but rather something Geurin finally felt able to accomplish. His fist balled in his right hand, the feeling finally returning. When next Zach threw his fist to hit Geurin's head, the Namek would catch the punch in his palm, like he had before. This time however he would pull forward, and with his right arm throw an uppercut below Zach's chin with his free right hand, hopefully catching the teen off guard.

[Zach]

The hand to hand exchange was going pretty well as far as Zach was concerned, he was scoring a few hits and in spite of Gurin’s functioning left arm, the blonde was able to for the moment, over saturate the Namekian’s guard. Indeed, so intense was the teen’s offense that the green man was forced to make some interesting trade-offs when it came to protecting himself from the blows including using one of his legs and potentially loosing his balance. As the exchange continued it became evident that Gurin’s right arm was starting to recover from the earlier paralyzing effects of Zach’s charged punch. However as the actions of a moment later bore out, the Namekian seemed intent on injuring that limb over and over.

Zach launched another fast punch for the Namekian’s head which to the green man’s caught, but to the blonde’s surprise, instead of simply shoving off, he pulled Zach’s arm forward and then up can his right. Gurin, in spite of the porcupine exterior of Zach’s helmet, attempted to slam in an uppercut to the teen’s chin. The result would undoubtedly be rather bloody as the helmet was intended to deter just such an attack. Everything wasn’t peaches and cream for Zach though, with his reserves of energy low, none left to reinforce his armor again and the draining effects of the rain, the helmets pool of energy was diminished, shifting the protective covering through a rainbow of colors before it faded. The helmet had indeed taken the most damage, protecting Zach from the effects of the rain and now from an uppercut to the chin, however there was only so much the construct could stand without reinforcement and so it was now gone, but then possibly was the usefulness of Gurin’s right hand.

Reacting as quickly as he could with the growing strain on his body, Zach brought up the elbow opposite to the arm that was still in Gurin’s grip and used the close proximity to try and bring the limb hard across the Namekian’s face. With any hope that would stun him long enough for Zach to pull his other arm free and then launch a following kick to the green man’s chest to get a little distance.

[Geurin]

Funny thing about hand to hand combat. It is often hard to tell who is winning. If you had asked Geurin at that very moment that the helmet that Zach bore came off, he would have told you he was surely winning. His knuckles made contact with the spiked exteriar, and he felt as the tendons in his hand ripped a part even going so far as just past his wrist. In his hasty defense he had not concerned such a poor choice of counter, but it had gotten rid of the armor to his head.

A smile ran across his face, the pain in his hand was nothing compared to the victory of removing the helmet. That, and with his hand still somewhat tingly from the punch earlier, he genuinly did not feel the full front of his sacrifice, he would however feel every touch of the aftermath. An elbow, a dirty blow, straight to the Namek's nose. Even Geurin knew that Elbows were generally not used in martial arts due to their deadly effectiveness. Then again Zach and Geurin were not normal fighters. It would take more than an elbow to kill the Namek. His head however jolted back, and his midsection was almost immediately attacked with the full force of Zach's kick, sending his body like a ragdoll several feet out, before landing on his back on the scratchy mountainous ground.

His right hand was already glowing green. Zach would no doubt notice this and know exactly what Geurin was doing. He didn't have the time to heal himself, but his busted hand needed help or it would not be able to aid him in the future. His sacrifice still worth it, at least in the ministers eyes, he rose up on his left elbow, his right nostril now running with the silky mettallic purple blood. His chest heaved heavily, this physical encounter was the toughest Geurin had ever fought. Usually by now he would have killed his opponent with some nasty trick, but he wanted to get stronger physically. He also did not want to actually Kill zach, so many of his favorite attacks were out of bounds. Non the less the green demon pushed up on his propped Elbow in order to get on his knee's, and then with a wobbly shake rose onto his feet.

Zach had gained the distance he desired. The question was, in the time it took Geurin to stand up and repair part of his hand, what had Zach accomplished?

[Zach]

Landing his kick and driving Gurin back and to the ground, Zach gained a few free moments to gather himself for a renewed offensive should it be necessary. One thing he noticed now was that Gurin had moments earlier repeated an insult he knew he didn’t say out loud which meant that the green man was poking around in places he didn’t belong. It was perhaps why the Namekian resorted to physical combat rather then more energy based trickery but also brought up some questions. If Gurin could tell Zach desired the physical combat over the non-physical, then why had he not picked up on the opening the blonde perpetually left him and when he did finally take advantage, why did he so quickly relinquish that advantage?

“Something wrong? Getting tired?” Zach asked, trying to prod the green man on. “If this is too tough for you, you know where you can punch where I’m not going to block you, that is if your hand is feeling better. Or…” Zach continued, giving Gurin an out if he wasn’t interested in continuing. “You could show me how to do that splitting Xerox thing. That could be handy.”

Ready for either of Gurin’s choices, Zach brought his arms back up into their high, defensive posture and tensed his abs to offer better protection should the Namekian choose to attack and to target his open midsection. If Gurin wished to stop however Zach had gotten just enough out of the bout to justify his coming today. Granted he would have liked a good, thorough pounding to build his endurance even more but if the green man wasn’t willing to continue, then he wouldn’t push the matter.

[Geurin]

Geurin was in fact a little relieved that Zach had called off his need for physical sustenance. Geurin could have continued, but without the variety of deadly attacks he normally boasted, including most notably his Bikkuri, he was at a severe disadvantage. This was a lesson in fair fighting, as Zach never pulled any punches. That was a major weakness for him in legitimate combat, but noble none the less. Geurin may have been twisted, but learning to fight like someone at Zach's level couldn't have hurt.

Go figure that even at his level, the Victory school could teach him something substancial. His chest finally slowed as he caught his breath, and he rose from his crouching position.

"It is a nifty trick"

He said, agreeing to their cease fire and walking over to the blond, his hand finally healed from the earlier double edged attack he had provided. The rest of his body was a nice mix of different bloods, and this was exactly why he had removed his suit before fighting. Even the Prime minister had a spending limit, and reasonably so the Super Dome had put a strain on funds.

None of that mattered however, as Zach was prepared to learn something knew, but Geurin would have to shake it up. Zach was human, and their biology made it impossible to produce cells fast enough to create more limbs or grow other bodies, even with the assistance of Ki. He would have to do his creation entirely out of mental power, and so his multiform would have to be constructed using only Ki.

"Get in a comfortable stance, the first time you do this it won't feel very good. I like to cross my arms, it helps the clone mimic your movement and get a feel for you, otherwise you could create someone shorter, or substantially weaker than you."

His feet were shoulder length a part, and his arms crossed over his chest. Closing his eyes, Geurin was unpracticed in this method of the multiform so it would take him a moment to gather the energy necessary. He figured Zach wouldn't mind a slow instruction given their most recent spar.


"The rest is a mental image. Think of yourself, in every manner that you can. Each hair on your head, and freckle on your face. Its important to be as accurate as possible. It will create an exact copy of you, but if you are unpracticed you could come out with the wrong eye color, or without the ability to speak, hear, or any other number of Defects. Practice is key here"

When he finished speaking his aura flared, and slowly from his right side his aura began to pour in, phasing into existence a clone of Geurin whom was copying the very same pose. It would not be difficult for Zach to copy given his already high level, but the initial explanation was probably necessary.

[Zach]

Watching Gurin closely as Zach didn’t know which way the Namekian would proceed, the blonde maintained his ready stance just in case the green man decided he wanted to continue their bout. After a few moments Gurin decided to take the less painful path and ended their match, preferring instead to show Zach, as he’d asked, the split form technique. It suited Zach either way so he didn’t protest, lowering his defending arms and then dismissed his body armor, reclaiming what little energy was left in the immaterial constructs. Assuming a more relaxed posture but still considerably strained by the intense gravitational pull baring down on him and his already encumbering training weights, Zach moved closer to Gurin so as to better observe him.

The green man gave him instruction on how to stand and position his arms which Zach emulated, widening his stance so he could stand as easily as he could while so encumbered by the gravity pump. Next he held his arms out in front of himself and crossed them. He had a rough understanding of why Gurin was giving these specific instructions, the intersections formed by his elbows would form points of focus so that the teen could form a complete picture of the geometry of his own body. As Gurin continued to explain the technique and what he could to expect, Zach started to build up as much energy as he could so that he would have a great enough reserve to properly form the clone. The instant transmissions he’d performed earlier had left him greatly drained but now that he was no longer combating Gurin and could focus the sum total of his energy on one task, the supply would slowly recover, especially since he was only now using his physical strength to move and remain standing.

Watching Gurin as carefully as he had been moments earlier when they were still fighting, Zach observed the Namekian’s aura building and then the formation of the clone as if it were some immaterial hologram becoming real. The sight was interesting to say the least, the very concept that he was learning how to make a material construct just by the power of his mind and energy was exciting and more so the fact that it would be a functioning copy of Zach himself. ‘Ok, let’s give this a try.’ he thought to himself and closed his own eyes, focusing on the blob of energy that surrounded his body and then more specifically the mental image of his body. His spiked, bright blonde hair, the shape of his face, eye color, all were difficult to picture at once. It took a few moments before he was satisfied with the image and moved on to other details that were just as important such as his sculpted shoulders and arms, firm, squared pectoral muscles, the defined hills and valleys of his abdominals and the curved lines of his back. Skin tone, legs and finally clothes followed.

With the mental image complete, much like he would form for his instant transmission, Zach realized the outpouring of energy and mental imagery were very similar to the teleportation technique, except that instead of moving his bodily mass to a pictured location, he was forming a copy of his very mass, giving it substance via his energy. The similarity between the two techniques made the execution somewhat easier, although the current minute supply of energy he had to work with cancelled out that ease. New sweat from concentration joined the sweat already covering the boy’s features from the earlier combat. Scraping together and pooling every bit of energy his body was producing, Zach trembled slightly as he moved the mental image to his side and then attempted to force the sum total of his energy into it. Later he would use less power to execute, but for now since he had so little to work with, Zach was forced to use all of his power to form the clone rather then dividing his energy in half.

Slowly the blonde teen’s aura billowed out, bulging to his left to parallel Gurin’s clone forming on his right. The crimson energy swirled and coalesced, forming a roughly human shaped blob but did not yet possess any physical features or even substance. Zach pressed on, his body visibly strained by holding the position with his arms out against the gravity for so long and the increased expenditure of his energy being used to form the clone. As he continued the energy shifted and writhed, taking on more definition until it resembled a glowing red muscular man. The shape was right but the it still didn’t have substance or proper features. The strain starting to become too much, Zach decided that it would be nest to drop a few details and just see if he could form the clone rather then going for perfection on the first try. The result was an almost immediate formation of the clone’s remaining features. Zach’s face, hair and body shape were all correct, his clothes formed correctly and the only major hitch was that the entirety of the clone, skin, clothes and all, was red. Opening his eyes Zach looked to his side and the clone looked back.

“Oh…” Zach started.

“Wow…” the clone answered, finishing the blonde’s statement.

[Geurin]

It was rather comical to see zach's reaction following his creation of the identical clone. He was likely adjusting to the fact that he now controlled two beings of equal power level. The mental prowess needed to control more than a single being was much higher than that for regular attacks so it was impressive that Zach could get the clone out on the first try.

"Very good, if you practice enough you should eventually be able to dictate just how much power you put into your clone, and at any time simply wishing him away with cause all of his remaining energy to flow back into you."

The second Geurin most literally collapsed into a puddle of shadows, disappearing from existance. Namekian multiforms were different, the human one was made entirely of mental ki, while the Namekian clone was made out of their own biology. That said, the clone of Geurin would be slop on the grounds by the time the Ki returned to Geurin, leaving the left over cells to die. Taking a deep breath the prime minister crouched down, saving his legs the agony of standing and let out a light laugh.

"I certainly had not expected this good of a show today, are you satisfied?"

Zach had likely not trained this hard in some time, at least Geurin assumed as much. The fact was that the two of them had few equals to each other, so fighting other people was not nearly as effective. Their power was overwhelming to even the strongest of foe's, and anyone short of Boliko himself would be hard pressed to train with the duo. That said, the fight brought solace to Geurin, whom had been having his doubts before about winning against the saiyans.

[Zach]

Still staring in astonishment at his mirror image, all be it a crimson shaded copy, it took a few moments for Gurin's words to reach Zach's brain. Finally though he looked back to the green man and watched at the Namekian's clone collapsed into a puddle then directed his attention to the real green man. He'd all but sat down on the ground, bowing to the intense gravity in the dome. Zach though wasn't going to afford himself any such rest, he always trained hard and pushed himself further and faster then anyone he knew and wasn't about to stop. "Yeah, I think we did pretty good today, and I already have a few ideas of how to use him." Zach responded, gesturing to his copy.

"I did have a question though, if I send him somewhere and he sees things I haven't, will I know what he knows live, or would I have to wait until I recall him? Even then will I know what he knew at all?" Zach inquired as he looked back to his clone. It was at that time that the clone piped in asking along a similar line. "Yeah, I was wondering that too, and also, what is it going to be like when he turns me off? Will I be me when he calls on me again or just another copy of him when he does it?" Zach didn't know the clone would have such an independent mind but it made sense considering he was picturing himself as completely as he could so it was only logical that the copy would possess everything he did including a personality and memories, otherwise it wouldn't be able to function.

[Geurin]

Such in depth questions were surprising coming from Zach. He really took combat seriously and it showed in his willingness to pursue the training further without simply figuring it out for himself. Geurin was more than happy to answer him, besides the multiform technique had been very useful in the past, and surely would be useful in Zach's hands as well. "For starters, you may not have noticed, but you can see through your clones eyes. Even though he is independent of you, he is still just you"

This was the hardest concept for people to understand. Zach was essentially agreeing with himself, talking to himself, responding to himself, and looking at himself. The clone had an independent body, and Zach's mental conscious would keep the beings seperate, but he could in fact at any time break down the mental barriers and connect the two. Geurin did this when fighting with the KGSF. He had his clones in all different locations, and yet knew exactly what was going on with them.

"That said, your mind has created another being for you, so unless you choose to make this creation generic, it will be whatever you have chosen to make it. Believe it or not I have a clone active as we speak, he is currently dealing with my Prime minister duties. He has such a low powerlevel that it has not effected my own, and his personality is very business like as to fit the role. Your mind assumed that another person would act differently from you, and so this clone seems independent. He is however still just you. As for what it will feel like...Clones feel pain, but being recalled simply means that the Ki is removed from that body into Zach's so that is painless and smooth, if anything you will both feel relieved rejoining. If your clone dies the energy still returns to you, just not as fast."

These were all very important questions, and some that certainly Geurin's opponents had pondered about, not daring to stop and ask. This was also just in Geurin's case. It was more than possible that Zach had created his own form of the move and his clone worked on a different standard than Geurin's. Whatever the case was, this was what Geurin understood to be true, and since Zach took so easily to the technique, he assumed it was the same one.

"One last thing, you may have already realized this, but your clone owns half of your power now. If you are fighting someone of relatively strong capabilities, you and your clone will have the advantage of two on one, but both of you will be slower, and weaker than you had been as a single being. This is better for being sneaky, or fighting multiple people at once."

[Zach]

Zach's curiosity about the particulars of the technique was well sated by Gurin as the Namekian answered the blonde's questions. The green man was indeed correct, Zach's mind was a well lubricated and finely tuned machine when it came to the martial arts, some might say at the expense of the social graces but if you need someone to protect you, there was none finer then the ‘shirtless wonder’ as Toshio was so fond of calling him. Zach nodded in understanding, looking back to his clone pondering Gurin's words and the many possibilities this new technique presented. The teen didn't know if he'd ever be able to produce more then one clone as generating the first was exhausting enough, but then again that was due to the enormous strain his body was under and near complete lack of energy reserve with which to produce the clone.

It was at about that moment, without the stimulus of physical action, that Zach's body started to indicate to him just how exhausted he was. His legs started to feel decidedly like boiled noodles, the combination of intense gravity and his training weights starting to take their toll on the boy. "Mmm... Well, I look forward training this a lot more... I'm getting some great ideas already..." Zach stated, starting to sound audibly strained just standing there. His clone as well was looking tired, the amount of energy allotted to it rapidly being consumed just by existing in the inhospitable environment.

"Ok... He's starting to turn more red then I am." the crimson tinted clone chimed in. "I think you'd better turn this thing off before he ends up as a puddle on the floor.

The cheeky comment made Zach look at his clone again and smirk. "Oh you... I'm going to enjoy kicking your butt next time you're out." Zach replied to his doppelganger.

"Heh, don't think so, you kick my butt you won't get anything out of it." the clone retorted with a mirrored smirk.

"True, fine, I'll let you kick mine first, then I'll kick yours." Zach returned, to which the clone replied with a one word reply before evaporating into nothing. "Deal."

"Ok, I think I'm done, my legs are getting wiggly." Zach continued, looking back to Gurin. "Is there anything else you want to do before we shut this thing down." the blonde continued, gesturing around at their artificial surroundings.

[Geurin]

"No"

Geurin replied, the machine itself acting on his words, the world around them dissolving like a bad acid trip revealing the real world around them. It had been a few hours and the sun was now setting over the horizon leaving an orange hue reflecting behind them. Geurin rose up his right hand, a playful smile on his face as he spoke once more.

"I hope this settled any tension, you must know that I trust you greatly. Trust is the only way we will be able to repel our enemies"

No doubt zach questioned some of the Namekian's motives. He had blown up and entire planet, and was bringing back the common gladiator brawls to human society. These things were well beneath Zach, but perhaps having fought the displeasure out he would be able to move on past it. The gravity too then turned off, their muscles being immediately relieved of the tension.

Geurin noticed the change immediately. After his fight with Nam his energy had increased, that much was true, but now it appeared that his power had increased even more. This spar had once again beefed up the Namekian for any future conflicts, and with the new repertoire of techniques under his belt, he could perhaps also outsmart any creature that tried to bring him down. Hopefully Zach felt the same about their spar.