Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2012 14:43:35 GMT -5
Heiwa the Northern Kaioshin, stands before his 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge, rag coated in polish in his hand. Slowly he strokes his prized possession, attempting with all his might to focus solely on the task at hand. However his mind pulls at him, his powerful telekinesis always allowing him to see the plight of those in his quadrant. He could pull it back and live in blissful ignorance here on his tiny planet, but knows better, knows his master would be shamed by such a thing.
Instead he is always vigilant, helping in what little ways he can. Planting a small positive thought in the mind of a man who is down in the dumps or making a pot fall in hopes of scaring a thief from a house. It saddens him that he cannot simply teleport himself to a point where a protector is needed and defend the weak. But it is not a Kai's place to get physically involved except in the most extreme of situations.
"Oh my beautiful Judge, I wish all the worlds could enjoy your beauty and be brought a semblance of the peace you give me."
But thanks to the death of the maniacal Majin Buu over a thousand years ago, the Kais have not been needed, at least not to a degree that would allow them to intervene. In fact when his predecessors died, no one replaced them, for the World Tree did not feel the need to bore a golden fruit.
The universe had found a balance that lasted hundreds of years until finally the first fruit in thousands of years fell, giving birth to his great and powerful master, Kensei. Then, a few hundred years later, Heiwa was born in the same manner. Finally, a couple hundred years ago the last of the three fruit fell, from which Heiwa's rival Kasai tore himself from.
"Judge, how can I protect when I am not able to leave this realm? The universe is always in constant flux, and I cannot lend a hand to help..."
He knows the car cannot speak with him, but sometimes talking helps him sort out his sadness. The car is actually a savior to him, for otherwise he'd be obsessing over the problems on Earth, the most prominent planet within his quadrant. All the death, the fighting, the evil... It makes him tremble with a quiet fury that he cannot protect them, but he bows to the grand wisdom of his sensei, the Sword Saint.
Instead he stands on his planet, helping in what little ways he can, hoping that one day an individual worthy, and needing, of his training will one day find their way to the Other World so he may give the universe a helping hand. So he waits... And waits...
Instead he is always vigilant, helping in what little ways he can. Planting a small positive thought in the mind of a man who is down in the dumps or making a pot fall in hopes of scaring a thief from a house. It saddens him that he cannot simply teleport himself to a point where a protector is needed and defend the weak. But it is not a Kai's place to get physically involved except in the most extreme of situations.
"Oh my beautiful Judge, I wish all the worlds could enjoy your beauty and be brought a semblance of the peace you give me."
But thanks to the death of the maniacal Majin Buu over a thousand years ago, the Kais have not been needed, at least not to a degree that would allow them to intervene. In fact when his predecessors died, no one replaced them, for the World Tree did not feel the need to bore a golden fruit.
The universe had found a balance that lasted hundreds of years until finally the first fruit in thousands of years fell, giving birth to his great and powerful master, Kensei. Then, a few hundred years later, Heiwa was born in the same manner. Finally, a couple hundred years ago the last of the three fruit fell, from which Heiwa's rival Kasai tore himself from.
"Judge, how can I protect when I am not able to leave this realm? The universe is always in constant flux, and I cannot lend a hand to help..."
He knows the car cannot speak with him, but sometimes talking helps him sort out his sadness. The car is actually a savior to him, for otherwise he'd be obsessing over the problems on Earth, the most prominent planet within his quadrant. All the death, the fighting, the evil... It makes him tremble with a quiet fury that he cannot protect them, but he bows to the grand wisdom of his sensei, the Sword Saint.
Instead he stands on his planet, helping in what little ways he can, hoping that one day an individual worthy, and needing, of his training will one day find their way to the Other World so he may give the universe a helping hand. So he waits... And waits...
Jorlaxl, master of crane.