Cargo vs Basna

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Basna landed softly on the blue grass and watched idly as a grin crossed his face. The namekian challenger had been skidding across the ground. His antennae twitched. He seemed to be taking his time. “Get up.” he thought. He hadn’t used enough power to kill or severely injure the man, so he was confident of the man’s ability to get back up. Basna knew what was happening. The guy had come with his chin in the air, claiming he could stand on even grounds with him. Now he had what could be called, ‘a rude awakening’.

He would learn that Basna wasn’t exactly an aberrant namekian you met randomly in the plains. This one had an agenda. Regardless, his opponent proved to be adamant as he struggled back to his feet. His clothes ripped and purple blood ran down his lips. Maybe he did use a bit too much power? He pondered.

The man’s arms dangled, adumbrating a sure end. Basna had this spar in the bag. A drop of sweat rolled down his bald green face. He rubbed off the blood from his lips and scoffed at the abetting statement. He acquiesced. His legs bent and spread across the ground. His arms were high in defense and his eyes squint with focus.

He had to admit it, this man was a good fighter –like Nahlin, he made Basna feel like he was actually challenged. Those last few blows demonstrated his wittiness and raw power and technique. Unlike his teammates, he made him want to defend himself.

Basna’s antennae twitched as a sly smirk escaped him. He was gazing towards the other namekian but he wasn’t ‘looking’ at him. Instead, he peered a few yards behind, his eyes slanted on an embedded boulder. It shook, slowly cracking free from its prison on the soil and with another twitch of his antennae, always foreshadowing his movements; the boulder came rushing towards the benign namekian’s back.

Assuming his opponent would probably detect the attack, Basna would outstretch his clenched fist at the man’s abdomen.

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The warrior seemed to gaze at Cargo as Cargo stood in defiance of losing the spar. Cargo wanted to see his true limits as he has never been pushed like this before. The blood, the aches, the torn clothes, and the scuff marks were all new to Cargo. This began to ignite a flame within Cargo that he never even knew existed. However, the flame was not yet lit and Cargo would no doubt have to face more hardship before truly understanding these new emotions.

Cargo began to feel as though something was a miss. That is when the subtle sound of the soil hit his hearing. Cargo didn't know what was amiss, but he wasn't about to find out. A loud noise came from behind him and he charged forward toward the warrior. It would seem he would get a nice move on the warrior, but his curiousity took over. He looked back behind him to see a huge boulder coming in fast and that split second would cost him as a fist crashed into his abdomen.

A mixture of spit and blood flew from Cargo's mouth as he was sent careening back into the boulder. The boulder exploded and caused a dust cloud to form as Cargo was now laying in a small sized crater. Cargo was distracted and took his eye off the ball for a split second and it caused him great pain. Cargo was covered in small bits of rock from crashing into the boulder and once again went into the seclusion of his mind.

" Why did I look behind me? I should have easily disregarded that. Am I fighting like a weakling because I know of the power he holds? I came into this spar knowing it would be good for me but wow. I... I have never been so lost. First I have no purpose for myself, and now I begin to fight like some child."[/b][/i]

Cargo closes his eyes as he comes to. He stands up once more with his eyes remaining closed. "I MUST LEARN MOOORRREEE!!!!!"[/b] Cargo's aura shoots high into the sky with a shine that was as bright as a star. He opens his eyes with a dead aimed look at the warrior. All he could see when he looked at him was someone who could help him, someone who can harm him, and someone who had just lit a match right under his ass.

Cargo charges for the warrior firing ki blasts until he was in striking range. One close enough he would use his zanzoken and appear directly above the warrior crashing down with a knee aimed for his skull. Cargo knew all to well that the warrior would easily dodge this and that is exactly what he was hoping for. He was hoping the impact of the knee would kick up enough dirt for him to placed all of his ki into his hands and legs. He would then use zanzoken again to appear to the left of the warrior and then again to appear to the right. He would use it one last time to appear directly in front of him. He would the launch a right spinning back fist to the side of the face followed by a left elbow to the chest. He would then perform a high back flip into the sky zooming down towards the warrior with a double kick to the face.

Cargo cared not if he landed a single attack all he wanted was to be pushed to his limit.

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Basna’s eyes widened. His opponent had done something unexpected, yet it was very favorable. It seemed he had not detected the boulder and instead charged head on to strike him. He grinned. He was in the perfect position, both of Basna’s attacks would hit and performing such and sneaky move so skillfully only brought joy to his heart.

There! he thought. The moment his adversary looked behind himself, Basna thrust forward for an impaling punch to the gut. Surprisingly, blood left the man’s mouth, indicating he might have seriously injured some internal organs. The namekian went through the boulder as a bonus move, something which brought a smile to Basna’s face. He always felt strategic and smart when he accomplished a move like that. It felt like playing a game and he just got extra points with that combo. The adamant challenger found himself contemplating further within a crater of his stature.

"I MUST LEARN MOOORRREEE!!!!!" he exclaimed, rising from the hole in the ground with a surge of energy skyscraping through the sky. His eyes opened with a dead on stare towards Basna. He was starting to feel uncomfortable and restrained a comical smirk for this awkward fighter. Learn more about what? What’s going on?

The namekian was soon charging at full speed once more. Basna flinched and got into position, deflecting every energy blast the man had thrown at him with his powerful energy barrier. Suddenly, Basna’s eyes shot upwards as the namekian appeared overhead. He broke through his shield like glass, meeting his knee with Basna’s hands which were raised high in defense. The ground sank and crackled as the debris was blown away by their identical powers pulsating through the open and generally quiet plains.

Basna’s antennae twitched and everyone knew what that meant. He gasped as a millisecond later his opponent was no longer above him but to the left, then to the right, and then dead in front of him. The rapid movements kept him in turmoil and his earlier screams had him bejeweled. Usually Basna had better acumen to judge his movements and think clearly in the heat of battle, but his mind was too scattered and thus his adversary slammed his fist across his face. His body jerked towards the opposite line of the attack and then staggered the other way with a burning elbow-strike to the pectorals.

The bitter acrid taste of blood filled his mouth. The smell of iron ran up his nose. He peered above, still a bit winded as the man came raging down with both of his heels diving down at him. He was really getting tired of those little disappearing acts. He didn’t know how he was doing it but he had just about enough.

Basna absconds from the man’s downward strike by rising to the sky in a forward flipping motion. His body rotated clockwise, his face moving away from the impending feet of his adversary while his own feet got closer to the man’s face with the intention of planting them firmly and pushing on it like a platform. While evading the attack would also cause a counterattack to send the man flying back down to the ground. To follow through, Basna aimed his hand at the namekian and launched a quick energy wave that would explode upon impact, possibly spelling the end of their little fight.

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The warrior fell for Cargo's ruse as he defended the ki blasts with a barrier. Cargo's plan began to work nearly to perfection. Cargo's crashed down on the warrior breaking the barrier. Cargo's zig zag like movement. This allowed the punch and elbow to land hard. Cargo went up for his double kick, but it was countered by the warrior. The the warrior's feet smashed into Cargo's face sending him flying once again. Cargo regained his footing as he stopped himself by pressing his feet firmly in the turf. As Cargo looked up, a energy wave made its way toward him. With no time to dodge he placed up his guard as the attack exploded upon impact.

This would seem to be the end of the spar, but it seemed the warrior had underestimated Cargo's true limit. The smoke caused from the blast cleared to reveal a kneeling Cargo. His energy was draining rapidly, but Cargo wanted to keep pressing forward. He had to prove something to himself. He had to prove he was more than a simple Namekian warrior. He wanted to prove that he was among the best and that he could hang with the best.

Cargo stands once more smiling at the warrior. His clothes are torn to near shreds. He grabs the top part of his martial arts clothing and rips it off. He cracks his neck and pops his knuckles and once again locks eyes with the warrior. It was obvious his ki was greatly depleted, but as long as he could stand he would continue the battle.

"Come on, Were just getting started."[/b]

Cargo extended his left arm as an attempt to make it seem like a strike. He would then quickly place his claws down in the turf and uses it the propel him forward with his right fist cocked back. When he was in range he would push it forward with all his might. He would follow that attack with a left uppercut in an attempt to cause the warrior to shoot into the air, and if that happened he would grab the warrior's legs and slam him down into the ground.

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Basna smirked to himself. Convinced that the battle had been done with his last attack, but adamant barely described his opponent. He was more like obnoxious –and he liked it. His grin grew wider as the rising smoke faded and revealed the namekian pushing through even when he was running on gas. Basna liked namekians with this attitude, they were a lot like him and together they would become the future of their race. With men like this guy, Nahlin, and him, they could help their race thrive and break the social barriers known as status quos.

After ripping his upper garments off, the warrior extended his arm forward. Basna alertedly jerked into a defensive position, but the sharp nails of his adversary were meant to be pinned on the ground –not his skin. Using this as support, the man was able to catapult himself forward. Basna’s eyes twinkled. He would remember that little trick, very innovative! He thought.

As the namekian dashed forward with a right fist, Basna blocked. He raised his left forearm to intercept his attack. The land around them shook in an explosive display of power; not because they were ‘that’ strong, but because their strengths were perfectly matched. He cringed under the pressure of his attack and his antennae twitched as a harbinger of the following uppercut, which Basna was able to grip to a halt with his free hand.

Finally, during their little power struggle, this namekian had gained Basna’s interest. “You’re pretty good.” He said, holding off his attacks. “What was your name again?” –in other words, ‘I want to keep in touch with you and aid each other in our trainings.’ Whenever Basna asked for someone’s name it was because he thought they held some value, and this man; this nameless namekian whom had stood up after everything that had been thrown at him, he had something special. Basna would need a comrade like him standing by his side the day they stood up to the aliens and demonstrated their might.

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Cargo attack was thwarted as this warrior blocked the fist aimed at his face. The land around them shook at the intensity and the near even power they shared. Cargo tried to land his uppercut, but the warrior used his free hand to nullify the attack by simply grabbing the fist. During this brief power struggle the warrior would speak to Cargo.

“You’re pretty good. “What was your name again?” –in other words, ‘I want to keep in touch with you and aid each other in our trainings."

Cargo grinned as he responded. "My name's Cargo. I haven't caught yours by the way."[/b]

Cargo pushed back from the warrior firing a few ki blast and stands his ground. Even though this was nothing more than a spar, their bodies looked as though it was a fight to the death. It made Cargo realize that he never truly had a spar that wounded him so much... he actually liked it.

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Cargo, he thought, finally getting a name as the other pushed away and fired a few bolts of energy. Basna backed away. The ki blasts exploding on the ground where he used to stand and rubble would fly off all directions.

“Basna,” he replied. He smirked and cracked his fingers. Was there a move he hadn’t demonstrated yet? He had done the multi-form attack during his fight with Nahlin, but he wasn’t in the mood for another demonstration. It felt too repetitive and boring. His other two techniques, the eye beams and the Special Beam Cannon were killer moves which he just couldn’t use in a sparring match. And if he were going to use the Special Beam Cannon again, he’d have to split into four entities in order to buy the other time. He could never pull it off on his own with the intense amount of energy required to charge a technique of that caliber.

Basna always tried to make every fight different and experiment new forms of fighting, but he was out of tricks, so instead, he just charged forward normally gradually gaining speed as he left a trail of afterimages marking his previous movements. The young namekian master would attempt to slam his fist into Cargo’s face; a clean punch without any tricks whatsoever. The force would be strong enough to force his body to fly nimbly across the area. Basna would meet him at the other end with his incredible speed and send him back with an uppercut. Taking the adamant warrior into the air, Basna’s body would flare up with his wild aura as he soars into the sky and engages into another power struggle of combo attacks.

Assuming Cargo would counter, the two namekians would find themselves fixed in the air, blocking and returning punches to the face, elbow strikes to the chest, striking knees with the other and ramming the groin, kicking each other’s heels and countless other rapid movements too fast for a common passerby to follow with the naked eye.

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The ki blasts hit harmlessly to the ground causing a bit of rubble to fly in all directions. "Basna." Basna charged forward and was moving with amazing speed. After images were left in his previous positions to indicate the immense speed he has. A fist came fiercely into Cargo's face sending him flying back. Cargo quickly fights against the impact and performs a front flip. He senses Basna behind him and quickly turns around. An uppercut is sent towards Cargo, but in order to dodge Cargo simply took flight.

He was quickly pursued by Basna. The two would then move in what seemed like a burst of speed, energy and power as they exchanged blows and countered blows. Attacks were landed in the face, chest, groin, and almost anywhere else you could imagine. This rapid speed movement would be impossible to track without have basic sensing ability of the independent Ki of both fighters. Sparks flew and it all seemed blurry due to the speed at which they were moving.

Cargo would try to land a decisive blow that could lean the exchange his way when he tries to place his palm on Basna's chest and fire an energy blast to send Basna flying back through the sky. It wouldn't cause him to crash land into the turf, but it would be interesting to see how this now air battle would play out.

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The Quiet Plains of Namek roared with their raging powers resonating throughout the area. The heat generating from their bodies made air molecules rise to the sky while colder and denser air descended in its place; thus, creating wind. Powerful wind currents swirled around them and danced across the field of blue grass below them. Energy sparked between them with every blow and interception. This fight had become a sonata of power packed fist. The scarce clouds above in the lime green sky began to gather in the form of rainclouds, thunder raged and the three suns were blotted out of the sky.

For the first time, night had fallen upon Namek in the form of an artificial storm created by their flawless and perfectly matched powers. Another pulse of energy swept the land below as Cargo pressed his palm onto Basna’s chest. He gasped. His hands flailed defenselessly skyward as his opponent gathered energy and launched it from point blank. Basna groaned as the yellow beam of energy road him back five feet away, taking a chunk of his clothes with it. He managed to reconstitute himself immediately in the air afterwards, but his chest was now bare to match his adversary and his green skin singed by the wave’s power.

Basna rotated around Cargo, looking for an opening, and dispelled a handful of energy bolts at the adamant warrior. Promptly after, he would rush in behind the blasts and ram his fist across Cargo’s cheekbone. The punch was but an icebreaker to the barrage of attacks that followed. Instantly, Basna engaged into a rush movement, pushing his opponent back with every rapid blow. He intended to overwhelm his opponent; a flurry of punches at the abdomen would purge on the man, the paralyzing sensation keeping him immobile for the heavy knee-strike aimed at the back of his neck as Basna’s body rotated and then came back down with another heavy blow to the solar plexus with his other knee, finally bringing his elbow back for another strike at the neck.

The resistance on this man still continued to astonish this young namekian. It was like fighting himself. It kept reminding him of the day he met Ozikai. He had lost an arm but he kept going –and in the end, he beat the saiyan, not with power, but wits and determination. Back then, his power boasted more than enough to render Basna useless, but he was the better fighter; for better didn’t always mean stronger.

Basna would then release Cargo and mount on his back as he charged another energy wave. He may have blocked the previous, but there was no way this one would fail. He thought. The yellow generic beam was meant to imitate Cargo’s as it was just a short wave of energy with the purpose of weakening his opponent. He didn’t expect him to stumble onto the ground.

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Cargo was struggling to find an opening to perfect his blow. The two would continue their rapid exchange as the area around them begins to change. The bright sunshine that was once always apparent was beginning to dim as dark clouds began to form above the warriors. It as though the time for strategy and grace was over as Cargo was still trying to find is opening, all that was done were power packed fist crashing into flesh. Finally an opening appeared, Cargo quickly placed his open palm on Basna's chest and fired a yellow energy blast. This caused Basna to fly back having his upper garments destroyed.

Cargo looked around him to find that Namek seemed to get it's first nightfall. It was dark with loud booms of thunder in the distance. Lightning was striking nearby boulders. A spar of this magnitude, one could only imagine if this was a fight to the death. Suddenly Basna rotates around Cargo trying to find an opening himself. Energy Bolts came flying towards Cargo and Cargo had a strange feeling that a move he performed earlier was about to be used but he disregarded.

Cargo deflected the energy bolts and sees a fist trail through it all. He ducks under the fist only to be forced back by a slew of continuous attacks. Cargo did his best to keep up, but it was hard as Basna began to press more power onto Cargo. Basna looped around and smashed a knee into the back of Cargo's neck. It knocked him back a bit as another knee was coming in fast towards Cargo but he swiftly blocked by placing his hands like a diamond shape causing the knee to plug the hold and send the force throughout Cargo's entire upper body. Having been stunned by the impact of the knee Cargo was left open and an elbow struck him hard in the neck. Basna mounted Cargo's back and marked the blast Cargo did from before.

Cargo dropped a few feet before regaining his composure. He smiles and spikes his aura. He charges in initiating another rapid interchange. He was going to try and land a decent blow by slamming his left leg into Basna's temple. He was hoping it would stun Basna long enough for him to land a double palm strike to his chest followed by his Zanzoken to get behind Basna. Once behind Basna, Cargo would place him in a choke hold using his telekinesis in an attempt immobilize Basna's leg's for a brief moment.

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Basna grins in return to his opponent’s smirk as they eye each other from afar under the thundering black clouds. They reminded him of that weird time on earth when everything suddenly went dark. It was different though and their sun was dimmer than theirs. Basna thought it was awkward how earth only had a single star, which was capable of shutting itself off, casting the land in its shadow. But when Namek grew dark it always meant something epic was occurring, whether it was good or bad –usually bad, but this time it was great!

The young namekian outstretched his arm forward in an attempt to ram his elongated fist into Cargo’s gut as he charged up to him. But the man swiftly dodged to the side and Basna suddenly realized he just let himself open. Mistake! He thought and nagged himself as the other promptly took advantage and swung his leg at Basna’s temple. His body jerked to the other side. He moaned in pain and while he tried to overhaul himself and get back into a decent position where he could defend himself Cargo wasted no time. But he was then striked by two palm strikes in the pectorals which winded him back.

He gasped. Cargo disappeared and he knew the namekian was now behind him. All he could do though is watch as his arm went around his neck and the other over. For some reason his legs were immobilized. Basna pressed his arms on Cargo’s; one for each hand as they pulled against his grasp. He couldn’t quite free himself from the choke hold, but he could ease the pressure the namekian was applying and stop him from making any abrupt movements.

What now? He thought with a puckered face and furrowed brows. His nose wrinkled as he struggled to keep the hold neutral and inert.

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Cargo now had Basna in a choke hold, but Basna was able to use his arms to fight off the pressure Cargo would have applied. Now they were in dead lock it seemed and it was the perfect time for Cargo to finally ask a question that has been bothering him.

"Just who are you? I know you are Basna, but the power you have. There has to be more to it."[/b]

Cargo knew Basna wouldn't tell him right then and there. Why would he? Cargo knew that this spar would have to be completely over in order for him to get an answer to that question. Cargo releases his telekinetic hold on Basna's legs and swan dives with Basna down to the ground. Cargo was attempting to have an crash landing impact that would no doubt damage them both. At the speed he was gathering it would be almost the equivalent of two trains crashing into each other followed by a spiraling plane nose diving into the dirt.

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Basna smirked. So the man now wanted to know why he was so strong, he thought. “The truth is, for now, there’s nothing more.” He said. It was true. Becoming the Master of his clan hadn’t given him much more power, the only thing he gained were two new techniques but his strength was gained through the same hard work and training any other namekian did, he just had more innate talent to fight is all!

Okay, so maybe that’s not the entire truth, he thought. He didn’t train like the others, that much was known. He had training from the saiyans to become this powerful and he traveled to earth. Another notable difference is how he was much more determined than the rest to get results. The real mystery is how there can exist two namekians like Nahlin and Cargo who had the power to match his own? Surely they didn’t have the same training he did? The idea was mindboggling and the thought that they reached this level without those special equipment made him feel something... what’s that feeling? His nostrils flared –inferiority.

Cargo then began to dive down at full throttle. Is he nuts? But Basna’s realization made him restless and now he had to prove to himself that he was not inferior. Instead of resisting to the plunge, he embraced it and the fall became ever faster and more dangerous. Soon, his rapid movement and speed would take control, he grabbed onto Cargo and he’d swing forward, pulling Cargo behind him so the other namekian would take the full brunt of the fall while Basna remained unscathed.

He rose out of the gathered smoke and peered down with his puckered and frustrated face. His chest out and chin high, he proudly and dominantly declared his status to demonstrate his superiority and authority. “I am the Master of the Namekian Warrior Caste.”

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Cargo was diving straight towards the ground with the intent of causing some huge damage. He felt as though Basna had no true escape. It had seemed impossible that anyone could escape Cargo's clutches at this point, but Cargo would soon find out that he was facing no ordinary Namekian.

Basna was able to escape the clutches of Cargo and turns the tide. Cargo is now the one who is going to take the blunt force of the nose dive. Cargo could catch a glimpse of Basna's facial expression and he seemed a bit different. Cargo couldn't quite place his finger on it and he had no time as a huge crater formed in the ground after the immense impact. Smoke and dust rose from the ground as the area around the crater continued to crumble as the shock wave was sent running through the roots of the ground. Basna, stood up after using Cargo's body to shield himself from most if not all the impact. His chin was held high as an aura of authority and superiority rose out of him.

"I am the Master of the Namekian Warrior Caste."

Cargo coughed up a bit of blood due to the damage sustained by the crash. Lying on his back he struggles to roll over to all fours. He was trying to summon the last of his strength to look Basna in the eyes. He wanted to show Basna that he doesn't need to be so proud when he spoke about who he truly was. Respect in Cargo's mind is given by ones actions and character, not by some title. Upon standing he smiled at Basna before speaking.

"Master... of the warrior caste? Why do you seem so proud when you say it? Do you expect me to immediately fall and fold into place upon this knowledge? Pride has no place here, and you may be a master but that does not change the fact that we are tripoli.(brothers) Now, seeing as how I know who you truly are, how about we intensify this spar?[/color]

Cargo activates his great namek form and his power grows very quickly along with his size. His power only darkened the clouds and skies of namek even more. This would be a spar for thee ages. This would be the spar of a lifetime. Now there was only two things left for Basna to do. He could either continue to fight Cargo or he could end this spar here if he feels there is no need to continue. Cargo had taken a beating, but the fact that he wanted more might be the thing that actually kept Basna fighting in the first place.

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“You asked, I answered.” He replied, still grinning proudly. Cargo wanted to know more about his power. He asked who he was, and it was only fitting for a leader to declare his name formerly and confidently –not stutter in his name.

Basna grins at the man’s determination. He didn’t care much for his little lecture. He was proud to be Master, which was obvious; he wasn’t waiting for him to kneel before him –it wasn’t his style. Having a namekian bow before him would be pretty weird and awkward. He wouldn’t know how to react. His eyes gazed over Cargo as he stood up and proposed they continue fighting. Basna didn’t know how much more this guy could take, it was interesting. There weren’t many namekians like him around, so Basna would relish every moment of it.

Without another word, the namekian slowly descended to the ground below, five feet away from his growing adversary. His power skyrocketed into the thunderous clouds and his body adapted its rightful form, standing about ten times his own size. Basna was no fool; he knew he couldn’t beat him in this form, so he accepted the bait and his own power began to rise until they were staring at each other eye to eye. From this height, they could see far, deep into the horizon. The world was now they’re arena, their stage.

Basna gave Cargo the first move.