Killing Time [Maruca/Closed]

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam was sitting on a boulder. He and Maruca had arrived at the meeting point waiting for Toshiro to arrive. Mount Paozu was relatively windy and his skin basked in the sun. During this time, Nam was deep in thought about space. He tried to picture how a foreign planet would look like, but he couldn’t manage to form anything different than what he already knew. He tried to picture Vegetan houses and all he saw were earthling homes. He viewed Vegetan seas and could only grasp the blue ocean he has already seen time and time again. The sky was blue with vacant clouds scattered like nomads and a single bright sun shining brightly from below. He couldn’t imagine anything different.

He took deep breaths and consciously embraced and felt the tingling feel of the sun’s rays on his skin. He wanted to remember how it felt –for it might be the last time he felt it. Despite his inexperience on space, he knew the basics. How a single mistake could lead him into the Vacuum of space and have the life sucked out of him within seconds. He’d die so fast he wouldn’t have time to flashback through his life. All this without mentioning he was relying on a machine to get him where he wanted, a place he might never even reach.

His hands trembled slightly as he continued to ponder. His breath ragged and his heart raced. If he didn’t find something to distract him soon, he might malfunction, chicken out or just have a mental breakdown. He wrenched the thought away and closed his eyes. Nervous sweat drops rolled down his sun-kissed face and his hair flowed with the wind over. He couldn’t back down. It didn’t matter whether he stayed or not, his life was constantly in risk –including his teammate’s lives which he was now in charge of. Vegeta was their best bet, but even then, the stubborn half-saiyan couldn’t help but feel his ‘brethren’ were just looking to stab him in the back. How could he possibly know that he wasn’t leading him men into another mouse trap? At least, here he was home in a land he knows and recognizes. But Vegeta is foreign to him; even now he found it hard to believe it even existed. It was nothing but a fable to him.

He glanced at Maruca. He was getting anxious again. He felt that every second he spent lying around was another second wasted away while his enemies were getting stronger by the minute. There was no doubt in his mind that Geurin has been manipulating the little child just the same as he had manipulated Zach. But he simply had to believe that everything would turn out for the best. He had to…

“Hey, Maruca…” he uttered. Toshiro was still nowhere in sight and they were all alone in the plateaus of Mount Paozu. No, you dirty mongrel, he was not thinking about mingling with the woman. You should be ashamed of yourself as a reader and writer. Go jump off a bridge.

“What do you say if we have a little spar to kill off some time?” he offered.

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Nam was lucky he was not thinking the thoughts he was because today, despite the two of them being somewhere south of the equator, the place was not warm, due to the area having some relatively cold wind blowing around it. Mt. Paozu had mostly been flattened by a blast five years ago and the environment had mostly changed, but there was still a semi-misty woodland in the area they were in nearby.

Anyway, Maruca was wearing a blue two-piece bathing suit that hugged her body quite closely. Why, well, she had come to learn during her stay on Earth that the seasons changed more rapidly than on her own planet, so she was taking her time to gather in the planet’s last rays of sunshine before Fall or Winter came and destroyed her chances to live further north than she normally would. Her planet was a warm place with a hot season and a mild season, but with no extreme cold temperatures.

Her entire body ended up practically exposed to the sun as she lay on a flat slab of stone and looked up at the empty sunny sky. Her blue eyes were wide open so that even they got in the needed sunlight she knew was healthy for her physique and bones. She heard Nam say, “Hey, Maruca…” so she turned her head and gazed at him.

It was odd to that he was uttering her name now, just before they were to possibly head into space. It was even odder that Maruca had decided not to change into different clothes yet despite the fact they were going into space. Wherever their trip took them though, whatever they did, Maruca was sure to remember a moment like this since she and Nam were doing absolutely nothing. She took it upon herself to sit up using her elbows and say, “Toshiro is late. I should go circle the Earth and drag him here.”

She really wanted to do that. Especially, since her student was the weakest in their group, the KGSF. He had not helped them in the last fight they had against Geurin and now that she had trained him, again she was not too sure he would be able to handle himself in a second round even. “If you do not want me to though…” Maruca uttered while a small smile crept onto her face, “Can I wring out his neck and hang him up like a chicken?”

She had heard him say something about a spar as she simultaneously said these words and contemplated her two options. Torture someone for being late or get your butt kicked? Nam could wipe the floor with twenty copies of her probably the entire day. Why did he want to spar?

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam chuckled and looked away. “No,” he replied with a smirk. “Let him do whatever he needs to do before we leave… I don’t know when we’ll be back” “-Or if we ever will…-” he thought. He glanced discretely back at Maruca, it was hard not to look when she had been exposing her body like so. Sometimes he wondered if she was provoking him; then again, she’s from another planet, they probably didn’t think much about showing skin. Heck! The first time they met she barely wore anything but jewelry on her neck and thighs. He smirked and wrenched the thought away. It definitely had to do with her people’s customs. But even so, being a man, it was hard not to think about it.

“So, what do you say?” he asked once more, looking at the rigorous land around them. It was vast and spaciously closed within a few plateaus; almost like a really big valley. It was perfect for a spar. “You never answered my question, would you like to have a spar while we wait for Toshiro?” He looked back at her and noticed she seemed confused about his request for some reason, he also noticed her smooth and curvy body; something he constantly and continuously regressed to the back of his mind while his instincts told him to stare and drool. Maybe she just wanted to soak peacefully in the sun.

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"I suppose Toshiro can do what he wants, but then so can I. I think I do want to fight you. I'm not sure I had before, but since you insist and we have time to kill give me a second to do some things." Maruca responded to him.

She smiled before she pulled a small blue and pink capsule out of a black back pack she had laying next to her. Her new, regular clothes a pink shirt with a blue bow and blue jeans poofed into existence with a puff of smoke. She really was starting to like this Capsule Corporation wherever they were. She then stood up and pulled these clothes on over top of bathing suit. She did not want Nam to ogle over her anymore if that is what he possibly intended to during their fight.

Once she was done with this she spread both her legs out in front of her and put two balled fists against the side of her hips. She was going to use a rather simple fighting stance since Nam probably did not intend to kill her during this sparring match. She was sure it would be fun, especially if she let him have the first strike. So she stood on her slab of rock and waited to see what he would do.

[Nam Reikonaga]

He hadn’t expected her to give him the first move. It was evident the way she stood over the rock and waited on him, so he leisurely got to his feet and stared at her for a brief moment before he zanzokened a few feet closer, lifting debris from where he had previously stood and thrust the opening blow. He was actually expecting Maruca to break the ice. He imagined a fight where she would continue attack while he simply dodged and blocked; a good exercise and served for training each other. Nam would learn how to dodge while Maruca would learn how to punch the air.

Never the less, they’d get there soon enough, but right now it was Nam’s move. He attacked aggressively enough to pose a challenge to his teammate, but he still believed she’d fair well with the amount of power he had restrained to fit her needs. If she seemed to do a bit too well, then Nam was prepared to kick it up a notch and push her to her limits; after the first thrust came a second and after the second came a third.

Nam had been floating midair while he assaulted the woman standing on the slab of rock. His body leaned closer from the thorax and his clenched fists roared like lightning. They aimed squarely at certain points of her body which she could only evade by moving her body completely away from the thrust, which were his intentions. The next punch would go wherever her body was going to be, testing her reaction time and speed to evade the follow-up. Nam’s intentions were to keep her on her toes and have her dancing around his arms gracefully.

The assault wouldn't end on the third thrust though; no, his was a flurry of lightning fast punches with no end. He would continue until she forced her way out his psychological grasp.

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Nam charged at Maruca with lightning like speed. She could just barely see the debris his movements kicked up as he moved and realized such speed might only be obtainable for her if she were trying to be serious. Nam seemed to take this match this way as he roared at her and started sending a sudden flurry of punches at her chest as he floated above her rock slab with his bukujutsu.

Crud... she thought. He must really hate that I was relaxing so much.

The punches were so fast for her that as she raised her hands to block the punches towards her chest she found that the first three he sent at her were immediately smacked back. Maruca had no choice but to quickly slide back, which she did, soon running out of room on the rock slab and thus deciding to drop down off of it, which she did. Nam's punches seemed to follow her as he moved after her very quickly and caused her to be unable to block much less give her a chance to dodge.

"Can you stop with the annoying flurry of punches!" she cried still moving away from his attacks, "This isn't your martial arts style!"

(I hope this is decent.)

[Nam Reikonaga]

“Make me stop!” he retorted, trying to provoke her. What did she expect from a spar? As you get better, the fights get tougher. Ten pushups soon become a thousand just to get that faint burning sensation. When you get this strong, you need to double and triple your efforts –else, you no longer improve and reach an impasse. Nam’s punches hadn’t faltered and maintained the same rhythm. He expected her to catch up sooner or later and start thinking ahead. He had deliberately formed a pattern to his attacks, waiting for her to decipher and take advantage.

He attacked a shoulder and she regresses to the left, only to find herself dodging a second thrust and then a third without much delay in-between. The fourth came like the first and the pattern continued. Despite the speed of the attacks, his flurry of raging fists was truly monotonous and easy. All Maruca had to do was clear her head and think regardless of how impossible it seemed in such a situation. He followed her, floating about a foot from the ground as he thrust down at her. It was much easier fighting her with her new clothes. Compared to other times, she was much more covered and simpler to look at without all the tempting skin. He couldn’t imagine trying to fight her in her bathing suit and watching her bosom bouncing and threatening to slap his face clean.

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Maruca was not sure if she wanted to continue fighting or not. His words, "Make me stop!" slightly provoked her as she landed on the ground behind her rock slab. From what she was gathering on his punches slowly, they were rhythmic. She noticed that he aimed them at her shoulders and sent at her an alternate series of four punches. Two aimed at her left and two aimed at her left. He continued to float a foot above the ground thrusting at her with these sloppy punches for a while. She really did not like this and it was much different than her prior fights with him.

She took it upon herself, as she backed up an watched him go through the fourth of his series of punches to grab him. When his newest punch came towards her she slid around to her extreme left and got on his right side of his fist just as the newest of his punches was about to hit her. She took the opportunity to grab the center of his arm and proceeded to try and trap it in bend in her elbow she created in her left upper and forearm. Then she tried to reach behind his back with her right arm and proceeded to grab and possibly flip him over, if he did not resist.

She wished to toss him on his back and gloat at him. He was extremely powerful, yet he had yet to use his true strength against her. She wanted that and little else from his abilities. She would transform happily and take a beating from him that way rather than continue this insulting fight. It was part of a sense of her pride, something that had run once long ago through most Florians, but now had become a mostly docile sensation with the Saiyans ruling over them.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam had continued to attack the same way he did, and with every thrust Maruca would step back and Nam would proceed forward. Suddenly, the woman had sneaked to his side and although it was a positive reaction; it wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. Nam wanted her to stay and evade his attacks and slowly take control of the fight, but he thought this was also an acceptable way to react. He glanced at her for a split second before he disappeared.

Maruca had reached for his arm. Within a millisecond of contact, he zanzokened out of her reach and stared at her from a distance. “What’s wrong?” he taunted. “Can’t keep up?” another attempt to provoke her. It was eating away at him though, he didn’t want her to believe his words as he couldn’t bare lying or talking bad to his peers, but she had to believe it for it to work. He wanted to say ‘Just kidding’ to soften the impact of his words, but he refrained from doing so and willed himself to stay in character.

His puckered face glared at her from afar and then he completed the gesture with an ostensibly cocky grin. He had no form whatsoever, his hands hanged leisurely to his sides as if Maruca posed no threat to him. He knew she possessed pride, he could feel it. He wanted that pride to eat away at her and make her do things she normally wouldn’t. For Maruca to improve through this spar, she needed to be pitched to her limit under considerable needs and then even further.

The simplest way would be to go super saiyan and harass her to no ends; no why didn’t Nam do it? It was because, apart from taking her to her limit, he needed to guide her into improvement. It was like riding a bicycle with training wheels. You skip the falling part and skip to the learning. Nam’s methods were instinctual and experimental though. He didn’t know how many times he had told himself he was not fit for teaching or mentoring others, yet Maruca called him sensei.

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Maruca tried to flip Nam, but he used yet again a Zanzoken to escape her grasp. Before she could do anything he moved away from her a good distance and stared her down, taunting, "What's wrong? Can't keep up?"

This kind of attitude annoyed her greatly. He puckered his lips together and started giving her a cocky grin which she wished to punch out of existence. It looked stupid on such a powerful warrior as him. Maruca noticed he took up a relaxed stance and let his hands hang at his sides. She became so maddened by this her arms began to shake with rage. If she could ever catch him she would wring his neck out. She had threatened Toshiro before with the same treatment and slowly began to realize this was her natural angry state.

She grit her teeth at him and shouted, "I"m using full power now!" But before she did she pulled off her shirt and slid off her pants so that she was standing in the bathing suit she had previously worn. These new clothes of hers were nice, but there had been a reason she had worn looser fitting clothes before. She was afraid they anything not made on her planet would tear if she tried to transform while wearing it. So she let them drop to the ground and lie at her feet.

Energy began to well up within her as flashes of pink sparks hovered around her. These sparks became more and more erratic and caused the ground beneath her to quickly become scarred by her energy. She could feel her power level rise quickly...

First 50,000....

Then 60,000....

A few seconds passed and within this time strange leaves began to cover her body while a large foliage of pink flower petals popped out of the scruff of her neck. When she felt her transformation was complete she let out an angry roar like Nam had earlier so as to mock him. He would surely transform or do whatever she had seen him do earlier. Somehow she could not help but remember that golden hair of his.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam restrained a gasp as the woman started stripping her clothes back off and dropped it beside her. He gulped, having detected her anger and all he wanted to do was apologize and tell her how it was all a ruse to get her going. None the less, he maintained his role like a professional and kept quietly observing as her power level gradually –but quickly started to rise. A drop of sweat nervously rolled down his sun-kissed face and his cocky grin was slightly crooked and threatening a nervous breakdown.

Maruca was now fully transformed and clearly angered by Nam’s disrespectful display of arrogance. But she was still idly standing from afar as Nam descended to the ground and glared. The fish had taken the bait and now it was time to reel it in. “Nice flowers.” He said, “Are you going to suffocate me with your aroma?” His smirk widened, this time, repressing a laugh from his terribly lame joke. But it did its job of raising the tension between them and probably served as that extra push to drive the Amazonian insane.

All the while, he was nearly wetting his pants. He stood tall and erect with his purple tunic proudly worn and an orange undershirt beneath them to serve as heavy weights. But at this stage in his life, he barely felt its effects pulling him down. It wouldn’t be long before he just takes it off and stops using it completely, which meant it’d be considerably harder to improve his strength without them. His arms trembled, but not enough for Maruca to notice.

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Maruca clenched her fists while Nam made his jokes about her. She was beginning to feel he was simply fighting her now as a way to pass the time since Toshiro was extremely late now. Nam seemed to feel as though he were in every right to fight her in the manner she was simply because he was stronger than every other person in their group. "Why had she agreed to this fight?" She wondered. There was no point.

Especially based on how his really struck at her heart. It was important for every Florian to respect the flowers and plants that grew around them and on them and he was making fun of her flowers frill. She growled at him and cried, "I HATE YOU! This is all some kind of joke to you! But I will crush you with my sweet aroma if you're so bored that you need to actually fight me like this!"

She charged forward using her Bukujutsu to boost her speed and aimed three quick jabs at his forehead, throat, and chest. If he wanted to play rough she decided she would give him a taste of a new type of fighting she had thought up on the spot. She would wilt his poor sense of superiority and make him bow down to her. She and her striking punches would knock the three most valuable things out of him if he kept up with the taunting his strange brain, his annoying voice, and his poor heart. If she could hit him properly he would not be able to breathe properly for quite a while.

Learning New Technique

Wilting Strikes

The user hits the opponent three times once in the face, once in the throat, and once in the chest to cause the most damage possible to their breathing.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam cringed. It finally happened; Maruca broke and rose up angrily. Her declaration was what moved him the most though. ‘I hate you’, she said. He was surprised his lame joke actually worked and was starting to think he made a big mistake. The florian warrior attacked him from the air. Nam crossed his arms in front of him and blocked the three jobs aimed for his face with the last hitting him in the chest and slightly pushing him back. He gasped.

Soon, the half-saiyan also took to the air, matching her height and unleashed another flurry of punches. He wanted Maruca to attack him without pausing, but she did and he needed to fill the idle standing with more action. His thrusts were similar to the first, except this time he packed more power behind them and there wasn’t a distinct rhythm to it. His chest was burning and his breath slightly ragged –but it was nothing too serious.

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Maruca let a seed pod grow out of her hands and forced a great deal of energy into it. A long vine rapidly shot out and because of the energy she forced into it she made the vines secondary ability, the ability to grow three foot thorns activate. To make sure she had the vine under her control she let the seed grow small roots around the back of her hand so that the entire thing could be held within the palm of her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, she let the vine lash out and come down two times very fast and hard. If Nam got hit by the thorns on this vine he could be very seriously injured, much worse than Maruca had been five years by her own vines. She remembered those injuries well on her hands and had been fortunate in that they healed, but had she had the kind of thorny vines she had back then she could have easily pierced through any bones in her body.

Maruca gave a wicked smile and a hearty laugh as she took her "revenge", "I may be a woman who follows up just about any challenge given to me without, but I really do not like it when my partners are extremely lazily. If you don't want then really fight please if we are to spar." she said in a tone that sounded like it was threatening.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam gasped and quickly retreated back as the vines shot out of Maruca’s hand. It was similar to that technique he had witnessed a few years ago during Geurin’s little tournament; except it was different. His eyes widened as he watched the vines thrust down and he dashed to the right with his high-speed movement to evade her attack. “She’s improved” he thought as he reconstituted his form and gazed at the woman. Nam noticed the difference right away. Maruca had learned from her mistakes. The vines were no longer automatic and worked by her own machinations. She now had more control over them and thus he couldn’t possibly trick her into inflicting pain on herself.

This, though, wasn’t either what Nam was hoping for. The florian kept coming with some kind of weird technique and rejected the idea of hand to hand combat, which was what Nam had been aiming for. Apparently, Maruca wanted Nam to fighter her seriously. He watched her from afar and began to ponder on the thought. He was thinking of helping her improve physically, but she keeps using long range attacks. Maybe it would be better to force the direct contact and allow her to learn on her own how she would deal with a close-range fighter. He sighed.

“I’m sorry I insulted you. I just wanted to make you fight me seriously…” he said, finally breaking from his role. He was dying for an excuse to take back what he had said and he couldn’t help but feel that he was making up excuses. He didn’t like it when people thought bad about him, much less when they had a reason to do so. “That’s over now,” he said. “I will fight you seriously!” a shockwave of power emanated from his body and shook anything around him.

His body was tense and straightened as he roared and his power began to rise. The air around him heated to his power and rose to the sky while colder and denser air descended in its place to continue the cycle; thus, wind was created and rotated his body violently. His individual strands of hair fluttered wildly in the currents and his naturally red aura engulfed his body. Mentally, Nam was preparing himself, for he was about to harm a woman once again, but he was going to harm her in order to save her pride.

“Here I come!” he announced, promptly disappeared and zooming at a speed which could only be compared to the light and reappeared in front of Maruca with an audible boom left by the broken sound barrier he had breached with pure speed. Nam grit his teeth and squint his eyes, bracing himself for the whopping thrust of his iron fist which would eat away at Maruca’s abdomen and launch her towards the direction of his applied force. Nam would then follow her falling body with a trail of light left at his wake as he unleashed another flurry of airborne punches –but added a few kicks and knees which weren’t intended to be blocked or dodged. Finally, he’d end the combo with a double fist strike that’d send her propelling towards the ground.

(Are you at full power btw? That makes us evenly matched so don't hesitate on evading or blocking my attacks)