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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 17:16:56 GMT -5
The stage had been set, the actors called upon. The mirrored hall was left abandoned for a moment, it's faithful dweller drawn from his hold by the one thing he loved more than loving himself, other people loving him. A spotlight appeared, and the muscled one stood striking a pose , showing off his well muscled well oiled physique.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..." His voice rumbled out across the small planet, magnified by the fact that it was his planet, and also the boy-bandish headset he was wearing. "Women and Kasai's of all ages..." lights and lazers flashed. Doves flew out from behind him. Somewhere a women cries at his beauty, then falls pregnant.
"Your special guest ref! The sultan of sexy, the Baron of Body, the Duke of Damn-Becky-Look-At-That-Body, The Ayatollah of ah ah ah I-Work-Out, JISHIN!!!!" The light faded and Jishin turned to face the group with a big grin on his face. The grin slowly faded.
"What are you guys doing here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2013 16:43:16 GMT -5
Kasai had gotten overly confident. He had thought that he would be able to not only beat Heiwa in their sparring match but also manage to pin the destruction of their home world on the pink blob of the North. He had never expected Heiwa to transport all of the combatants off world and into one of his other rivals territories.
“Hope you don’t mind old friend, but our battles tend to get a bit… Messy… At times, so I propose a new location. If I may?"
Kasai spun on his heels looking around. The planet was on of the cardinal planets but it was not Kasai's due to the lack of demons scattering the ground and it was not Heiwa's because of his stupid car that he was always working on wasn't there. What was there were a lot of mirrors, a set of weights and an area full of knitting supplies. Kasai's blood begins to boil at the sight of knitting station as memories of crappily knitted sweater washed over his mind's eye.
"And may I introduce our special guest referee…” Heiwa introduced with a wave of his arm.
"Ladies and Gentlemen...Women and Kasai's of all ages...Your special guest ref! The sultan of sexy, the Baron of Body, the Duke of Damn-Becky-Look-At-That-Body, The Ayatollah of ah ah ah I-Work-Out, JISHIN!!!!" A voice boomed over the planet as lights and smoke filled the sky. Soon the steroid filled neurotic idiotic Southern Kaioshin, Jishin, emerged from the the smoke.
He initially had a smile on his face but when he saw the four combatants standing on his planet the smile faded and was replaced one of confusion. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Heiwa...why the hell are we here? This idiot couldn't referee his way out of a paper bag! His has mind of a ten year old with the body of a shaved gorilla! We were perfectly fine the way we were!" Kasai growled through gritted teeth. He looked from Heiwa to Jishin several times before he howled in anger.
"THIS IDIOT! I AM PRETTY SURE WE COULD HAVE FOUND BAKA OR THAT NOBU DUDE AND THEY WOULD STILL BE A BETTER REFEREE!" Although undoubtedly Kasai looked like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum it was just the way he got when he was competing. It was his competitive nature that drove him to be way over the top.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2013 22:09:55 GMT -5
With a blink of an eye Kazama was no longer on the Sacred Kaio planet but rather a planet that at first he mistook for Heiwa's appeared before his eyes. But as the scenery came into view it was obvious that this was not his kaioshin mentor’s home planet. It was full of things of vanity and outside of his car Heiwa was decently free of the sin. This place however stunk of it.
Kazama could care less over what happened next. There were a lot of lights, smoke and sounds but it went in one ear and out the other for Kazama. He crossed his legs and sat down. The special weighted bands that Heiwa had made for the majin were starting to bug Kazama to no end. His punches felt slower and he couldn’t throw them with the same amount of the force. Normally it wouldn’t matter to the majin but having Sohko compete at a much higher level than he had in the past was more than enough to get under his skin.
Soon the lights and sounds were replaced by yelling. A lot of yelling. It was all done by Sohko’s kaioshin who apparently did not understand the term ‘friendly spar’. Sort of like how Sohko didn’t know the term ‘just one’. At that moment Kazama began to understand why the two were teacher and student. Kazama closed his eyes and began to meditate as he waited for the two teachers to actually start their round of the fight. Until then he was going to heal up as much as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 17:34:36 GMT -5
“Holy shit!”
Jumped from the siayan’s lips when the pudgy protector appeared beside him. Kazama was next to his chubby master, recovering just as Sohko was.
“Hope you don’t mind old friend, but our battles tend to get a bit… Messy… At times, so I propose a new location. If I may?”
Placing a gentle pink hand on the kai who wanted nothing more than to pound him into a puddle, Heiwa transported them instantly. The planet they found themselves on was eerily similar to Kasai’s and, Sohko surmised, Heiwa’s.
“And may I introduce our special guest referee…”
To say the saiyan understood why the fat kai was shining a defective flashlight in the sky would be a bold faced lie. His brow wrinkled in confusion over the action, that was, until its meaning made itself well-known. A booming voice thundered across every inch of the miniaturized planet, teeming with a suave mix of vanity and wisdom (mostly vanity). A moment later a face appeared to claim the voice as a bald muscle-bound man appeared donning a headset. A spotlight, which didn’t seem to originate from any visible source, highlighted the man’s sculpted body, as well as the baby oil which he appeared to have covered himself in head to toe.
“Ladies and gentlemen…”
Adding to the already awkward arrival was a multitude of lights and lasers as well as a flock of doves, all which once again appeared out of thin air. Far off in the distance the saiyan hear a woman’s lustful cry followed by a thud.
"Women and Kasai's of all ages... Your special guest ref! The sultan of sexy, the Baron of Body, the Duke of Damn-Becky-Look-At-That-Body, The Ayatollah of ah ah ah I-Work-Out, JISHIN!!!!"
Finally the lights dimmed into obscurity whilst the bald kai turned on his heel, large goofy grin on display. Seeing them standing before him made the smile slowly drop into a more curious glance.
"What are you guys doing here?"
The look of absolute rage which adorned the face of the saiyan’s master had only grown more twisted and hateful as Jishin’s entrance had continued. Sohko Wondered to himself briefly if Kage like any of his kaioshin comrades.
“Heiwa...why the hell are we here? This idiot couldn't referee his way out of a paper bag! His has mind of a ten year old with the body of a shaved gorilla! We were perfectly fine the way we were!”
A powerful growl grew from deep within the Western Kaioshin’s throat and the tailed warrior wondered if it would rattle the kai’s teeth free as it slipped through his lips. He followed this up by grinding his teeth, a sound which took the likeness of nails on a chalkboard being enhanced by a megaphone.
"THIS IDIOT! I AM PRETTY SURE WE COULD HAVE FOUND BAKA OR THAT NOBU DUDE AND THEY WOULD STILL BE A BETTER REFEREE!"
While his teacher continued with his tantrum, which included a bevy of crude remarks and hand gestures Sohko nonchalantly backed away, taking refuge beneath a nearby tree as he treid to recover as fast as possible. Leaning wioth his back against the bark he let out a long sigh.
“I knew he should’ve eaten before we came. He always gets like this when he’s hungry…”
The bladesmith mumbled as he thought of how ugly a combination competition and hunger was for Kasai Kage. He could only hope that the kai came out on top because he rued the idea of training with him the day after he lost a match. Sohko briefly entertained the idea of escaping to hell should such a thing happened. Plenty of places to hide from his teacher’s wrath.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 15:20:04 GMT -5
Heiwa stood quietly during Jishin’s elaborate arrival, as he usually was during such things. One would not think that such showboating was appropriate for a being of his station, but it was his way. Kasai also shared the Southern’ Kaioshin’s love for “presentation” as Heiwa often described it. The pink protector thought nothing of his comrades eccentricity for when you live millions of years, most of which is spent in solitude on a miniaturized planet, you tend to find ways of entertaining yourself. The Northern Kaioshin occupied his time with the studious observing of his quadrant as well as his gorgeous Pontiac GTO Judge.
Then Kasai began his usual hissy fit, another regular occurrence for the kind kai. Ever the attentive listener, Heiwa considered the merit of what he spewed. There was little amongst his words though as they were fueled by emotion and not by reason. From the edge of his vision he saw the saiyan mumble something under his breath after his teacher had finished his conniption.
“Yes, well, anyways… Kasai please calm yourself and get over losing to Jishin for Mr. Other World, as that is the reason for the majority of your animosity. All our toned companion has ever done is sew you adorable sweaters. The pink one with the flowers was my favorite on you.” Hewia spoke from behind a sweet smile which pushed his chubby cheeks up, squinting his eyes.
“And Jish, dear friend, I mentally contacted you over our arrival. I asked if you would like to referee our exhibition and I believe you’re exact response was “does a woman piddle at the sight of me?” I took that as a solid yes.”
Turning away from the group the tubby kai took fifteen paces before stopping and turning back around. Looking to Kaz, who was trying to recover, he smiled. The majin was coming along well and it warmed Heiwa’s heart that he was able to guide him towards good. Then his attention turned to his oldest rival.
“Well Kasai, I believe it is time we showed our students why we are cardinal kaioshin.”
Holding his hands at his sides, balled up into fists, energy began to collect making the clenched hands glow. The Northern Kaioshin always prided himself on being prepared and, knowing Kage’s tenacity, he’d have to be.
“Don’t worry old friend, I wouldn’t dream of stealing the opening attack from you, please go ahead. Oh, and good luck!”
No doubt Heiwa’s incessant kindness would only further eat away at the Western Kaioshin but it couldn’t be helped. The pink pudgy protector did have a bad bone in his, very large, body.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 22:08:59 GMT -5
“Yes, well, anyways… Kasai please calm yourself and get over losing to Jishin for Mr. Other World, as that is the reason for the majority of your animosity. All our toned companion has ever done is sew you adorable sweaters. The pink one with the flowers was my favorite on you.”
Kasai could not believe the words that had come out of his pudgy pink rival’s mouth. He had just been insulted with a loss that had never sat right with the Western Kaioshin. He could feel his rage begin to spike along with his power level. He was not going to wait for an opening bell, not with a comment like that from the biggest and widest of kaioshins. Kasai’s aura burst around him as he plunged forward towards Heiwa. He launched a flurry of punches and kicks at the greatest defender in the Heavens.
The image of a young Kasai being thwarted by Heiwa’s incessant defense listening to the mocking of the other kaioshins as they watched Kasai fail time again to land a single strike on Heiwa. In order to start landing some kind of strike he began to let his defenses down and let Heiwa hit him in order to hit the pudgy kaioshin back. This was the birth of Kasai’s unique fighting style, a style where he opted to never block a single strike. Instead he preferred to change his fighting style into pure offense preferring to overwhelm his opponents instead of outlasting them. With this style was a high amount of damage being dealt out to both sides. Kasai wore each of his scars proudly knowing that he had received so in the process of returning the favor tenfold over.
“You! How dare you insult me with a smile adorning your face?!” Kasai roared at Heiwa. His stomach was empty, his patience was short and his target was Heiwa. At the present moment it was not about showing Sohko, the now sobered up Saiyan, no. The insult made it personal. Heiwa probably never knew what he was truly saying but it did not matter now. The fight had begun the only factor that was truly up in the air for this fight and the fight between the two students was the unpredictable nature of the referee. Jishin, the most obscure and roundabout of the Cardinal Kaioshins.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2013 12:50:16 GMT -5
“Oh dear, Kasai you seem angry.”
The plump one said as his rival roared. The competition had ever been a sore spot, although Heiwa underestimated how much the mental wound had festered. He could never be sure, but he believed the fact that he, while most adorable but certainly not most sexy, having come in ahead of the Western Kaioshin in the voting only added to Kasai’s seeming hatred towards his fat brethren.
“Now, now, don’t be like this. This is a friendly spar my friend and no harm were intended in my words.”
It didn’t really matter at that point, this Heiwa knew too well. When Kage raged, it took quite some convincing to calm him. Usually. Then again sometimes Heiwa’s attempts only intensified him somehow. He never understood why Kasai felt the way that he did, as a fellow child of the golden fruit, and the eldest second to Kensei, Heiwa had had a hand in raising the belligerent kai. Regarding him as nothing less than a brother, Heiwa had always cared deeply for Kasai, as he did for his other cardinal brothers. But this was hardly a stretch from the ordinary for the pink kai was kind to all.
“Kasai, please don’t-“
Heiwa begged as he rushed forward, closing the gap of fifteen paces in a flash. With his thick fingers clenched at his side, energy still growing he let out a sigh as he lifted them, just as Kasai was upon him. Open palms greeted Kasai’s broad chest, which he so readily left open as he reeled back for the beginning of a mighty combination of strikes.
“Seraph’s Cleansing.”
He said with little joy as the (Charge 2) energy wave enveloped the muscular kai’s entire body. With one hand it was but average size, but with both palms it became a wall of ki which would no doubt send Kasai rocketing backwards. As he traveled via beam, he would feel every transgression in his life eat away at him. Every snarky word. Every cookie stolen from the jar above the fridge. As a kai he would not be effected by the secondary effects as much as another, but it would still daze him a bit.
He hoped the combined effect of both the beam itself and the emotions it surfaced would calm down Kasai, but Heiwa knew better. This would only drive Kasai more, pushing him to harm his brother in ways Kage had been imagining for many years. With his usual smile drawn to a tight line he dropped into a defensive stance.
“Come now brother, do as you must.”
Heiwa said with a heavy voice.
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PL:284,330 Kousho:852,990 Oozaru:1,421,650 SSJ:3,419,960 SSJ2:7,108,250 Zeni:0 Items: The Gladiator(120x,Simulator,Engine), Scouter, Space Pod w/Stealth, 4 Senzu
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Post by Rensou Hiruen on May 15, 2013 20:39:22 GMT -5
Heiwa: 4,050 Sohko: 7,650 Kasai: 4,000 Kazama: 3,800 Jishin: 250
Yay, Kai mods and Sohko and Kazama's weights still being 100% effective when this fight was written. Next time, finish the thread, this thing has been dormant so long and I'd prefer not to revisit it.
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