Post by Trubon on Mar 2, 2013 1:34:55 GMT -5
As the large ship hurdled toward Amazonica, Trubon, the fusion warrior who failed at becoming the King of Saiyans, ponders to himself about what's next in his life.
"Well...we could play tic-tak-toe!"
"We're not playing tic-tak-toe."
"Why? Scared you'll lose?"
"WE'RE THE SAME DAMN PERSON THERE'S NO WAY TO LOSE!"
"So...tic-tak-toe?"
"Oh my God I'm trapped in the vacuum of space with an eight year old. Just perfect."
Trubon stood up, Trulish in control, and made his way to the gravity chamber. Once there, he set the gravity on a mere 40x Vegeta's gravity and began jumping jacks. He had nothing but time to kill, muscles to build, a plan to hatch, and two people fighting in his brain. Sweat began to bead at 50, and the first drop touched the ground on 186. He made it to an even 200 before stripping himself of his shirt, boots, and gloves. He dropped to the ground and began push-ups. The sweat on his brown increased with each repetition of the exercise, but this was normal. Our hero's blue Potara earrings dangled just at the cut of his jaw as he thrust his body up and down, his biceps, triceps, and pectorals growing as they became engorged with blood.
After the better half of an hour, Trubon decides that the weight needs to increase. Raising the gravity to 60x Vegeta's gravity, and powering up, our favorite fusion warrior begins practicing his combat. Punches, kicks, elbows, the whole nine yards. Being smaller-framed, brute strength was but a dream. However, being so small, and so powerful, having an unmatched speed was his Ace in the Hole. Another hour of this, and he was beginning to feel the burn.
Deciding that 3 hours of training would be enough before his 15th meal of the flight, which was still in its first day, so he rammed up the gravity to 100x and began to run around the track that encircled the gym. After only 4 miles, he nearly collapsed. Using verbal commands, he shut down the gravity augmenter and carried himself to the galley. There were 18 plates over flowing with foods of all sorts, and the entire right border was filled with cola. Within 45 minutes, the entire table was bare, save the plates and silverware and a few bones he had forgotten to break open for the succulent marrow inside. Letting out a loud belch, he checked to see how far he was from his destination. Seeing he still had a ways to go, he decided he'd finish his run, after his stomach emptied and he lowered the gravity, then lift some weights, eat more, then go to sleep until he arrived at the destination.
On a measly 30x gravity, he did a decent 15 mile run with some sprints for good measure. After roughly 2 more hours of weight lifting under 50x gravity, he decided it was time to eat, and retire. And so he did...
Trubon's sleeping pod opened, just in time for him to feel his ship being shaken like it was in the middle of an earthquake. Apparently, while on autopilot, A small asteroid collided with the craft, setting it off course enough to collide with Amazonica's moon, and send it sceaming through the atmosphere, heading straight for the ground.
"Well...shit."
Was the only thought he could process as his ship exploded, and he flew to the ground. In shock, he forgot he could fly, so he hit the ground. Hard. Approximately 400 miles from his ship, and left unconscious. Luckily, however, his sapphire blue Potara earrings remains remarkably clean and unscathed.
"Well...we could play tic-tak-toe!"
"We're not playing tic-tak-toe."
"Why? Scared you'll lose?"
"WE'RE THE SAME DAMN PERSON THERE'S NO WAY TO LOSE!"
"So...tic-tak-toe?"
"Oh my God I'm trapped in the vacuum of space with an eight year old. Just perfect."
Trubon stood up, Trulish in control, and made his way to the gravity chamber. Once there, he set the gravity on a mere 40x Vegeta's gravity and began jumping jacks. He had nothing but time to kill, muscles to build, a plan to hatch, and two people fighting in his brain. Sweat began to bead at 50, and the first drop touched the ground on 186. He made it to an even 200 before stripping himself of his shirt, boots, and gloves. He dropped to the ground and began push-ups. The sweat on his brown increased with each repetition of the exercise, but this was normal. Our hero's blue Potara earrings dangled just at the cut of his jaw as he thrust his body up and down, his biceps, triceps, and pectorals growing as they became engorged with blood.
After the better half of an hour, Trubon decides that the weight needs to increase. Raising the gravity to 60x Vegeta's gravity, and powering up, our favorite fusion warrior begins practicing his combat. Punches, kicks, elbows, the whole nine yards. Being smaller-framed, brute strength was but a dream. However, being so small, and so powerful, having an unmatched speed was his Ace in the Hole. Another hour of this, and he was beginning to feel the burn.
Deciding that 3 hours of training would be enough before his 15th meal of the flight, which was still in its first day, so he rammed up the gravity to 100x and began to run around the track that encircled the gym. After only 4 miles, he nearly collapsed. Using verbal commands, he shut down the gravity augmenter and carried himself to the galley. There were 18 plates over flowing with foods of all sorts, and the entire right border was filled with cola. Within 45 minutes, the entire table was bare, save the plates and silverware and a few bones he had forgotten to break open for the succulent marrow inside. Letting out a loud belch, he checked to see how far he was from his destination. Seeing he still had a ways to go, he decided he'd finish his run, after his stomach emptied and he lowered the gravity, then lift some weights, eat more, then go to sleep until he arrived at the destination.
On a measly 30x gravity, he did a decent 15 mile run with some sprints for good measure. After roughly 2 more hours of weight lifting under 50x gravity, he decided it was time to eat, and retire. And so he did...
3m, 2d, 15h, 42m, 23s later....
Trubon's sleeping pod opened, just in time for him to feel his ship being shaken like it was in the middle of an earthquake. Apparently, while on autopilot, A small asteroid collided with the craft, setting it off course enough to collide with Amazonica's moon, and send it sceaming through the atmosphere, heading straight for the ground.
"Well...shit."
Was the only thought he could process as his ship exploded, and he flew to the ground. In shock, he forgot he could fly, so he hit the ground. Hard. Approximately 400 miles from his ship, and left unconscious. Luckily, however, his sapphire blue Potara earrings remains remarkably clean and unscathed.
