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Roshi's Trial; Medium Quest - complete
Topic Started: Aug 16 2010, 10:44 AM (246 Views)
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Roshi's Trial

Difficulty: Medium

Reward:+600 zeni, +5 DP, +20 all stats, +5 Rp Credits

Bonus: +55 all stats, +8sp, +1 free Roshi taught technique

Available: Always

Requirement: Must have trained with Master Roshi for 2 weeks and must be under 15,000 PL.

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Master Roshi has taken you under his wing. After training with him for awhile he gives you his trial. It will be an intense mental and physical gauntlet. Only his best students have survived!


Taken by myself and Karas. 4200 words minimum.

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Hmm, yes, that's nice go on...
A voluptuous tail flickered in front of Bardock. He slowly smiled.

Tack-tack!

He squinted.

Tack-tack-tack!

He opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the absence of said tail. As his eyes moved over to the side, a mockingbird turned his head to look better through the glass. The sun slightly flared through it, just hitting Bardock's face.

"Just... peachy," he said groaningly to himself as he threw off the covers.

As a Saiyan, Bardock was trained to be an early bird. Being so far from all the action - all kinds of it - turned him into a real sleeper. Earthly beds don't help much in the matter, either.

He shambled over the window and opened it, startling the bird away.

"Fuck you," he softly said, blasting it out of the sky with a shot from his index finger.

He sat on his bed, still not dressed. Out of boredom he rolled the telepathic gem through his hands, observed its rainbow colors and continuously threw it against the wall. Anything to avoid going amongst them. Something about the atmosphere at Kame House was too... sugar-coated for him. Everyone smiled, everyone laughed, everyone patted everyone else on the back.

The thought some of it might have rubbed off onto him made him shiver. Though he wasn't exactly a 'proud' Saiyan, Bardock wasn't one to deny his heritage. One of bloodshed. Once his plans have unfolded, surely the Saiyan Empire will find out so soon enough.

Already a bit familiar with the humans' notation of time, he looked at the clock, figuring it must have been past noon. He jumped in his battle gear, as that's all he has, and made his way downstairs.

As usual, the place was a mess, more crowded than a marketplace with students rushing in and out, flying in and out of the windows. It was a miracle the old man managed to keep this small island off the radar.

"Yo, grumpy! It's been too long since you've had me do anything. Zombies and funny magazines only last me so long, you know."

Roshi lowered the latest edition of Playboy, one he had Bardock fetch for him. He peered at the Saiyan over his spectacles.

"You're right. Today you take the trial," Roshi said.

The room went quiet for the most part. Many students had been training under Roshi for way longer than Bardock, seemingly having waited to be allowed this 'trial'. Bardock chuckled. If it involves braindead humans or magazines it would be a cake.

"But not alone," Roshi assured the lot that looked like they could jump Bardock.

"Look, old man, you tagged along one time and the other time you had me babysitting a little girl," Bardock replied somewhat annoyed. "No, I work alone from now on.
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WC: 479

Bardock's minimum word count: 479/900
Quest's minimum word count: 479/4200

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“Bardock, calm yourself.” Karas told him as he walked in from the next room over, a white towel around his neck and his torso left bare from his morning shower. “I’m going with you because I was offered the trial as well.” He told him as he made his way over to the fridge the old man kept in the large room they had all been sitting around in and opened it, pulling out a beer for not only himself but Bardock as well.

“Yes Bardock that is true.” The old hermit said with a sigh as he closed his magazine and placed it down beside him. “Young Karas here has been just about as fed up with my training as you have so it makes perfect sense that the two of you should undertake my trail together.” He informed the slightly enraged saiyan as the younger brought the beer over to him, having taken a drink of his own first.

Handing Bardock the other unopened bottle Karas collapsed freely on the large couch and kicked his legs onto the table top. “You two will be participating in a large martial arts tournament in North City four days from now.” The old man continued with a slight gaze at the younger of the saiyans. “The use of weapons is strictly prohibited and you are not allowed to kill your opponents.” He continued as he watched the still standing saiyan rebel. “Many strong fighters from competing martial arts schools will be there and only the strongest of the strong from these schools have been permitted to take part. This is the next step in your training and the two of you are already entered. I would enjoy it much if you would wear the school’s uniform I am about to give both of you and if you both made it to the finals. This event will be on TV.” He said with a smile.


WC: 323
TWC: 323
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Bardock lowered his shoulders a bit.
Good, a Saiyan. He smiled slightly, looking forward to the competition.
It wasn't so much that he loathes company, after all he was an excellent squad leader on Vegeta, just that so far he has yet to meet a human that he can stand being around.

Absently, he accepted the beer brought to him by Karas. So far he had seen many Earthlings drink it, but he stood by drinking water.
Can't be that bad after all...

He fidgeted a bit with the tap, but managed to pry the thing open. He brought it to his lips, savoured the taste and hissed a bit through his teeth.

"Bitter," he said. "I like it."

He dropped himself in a seat across from Karas and Roshi.

"No weapons? No killing?" he said when Roshi had finished.

"I take it they want us to hold back," he added, smirking to Karas.

"Don't worry though old man, we'll give them a show."

Bardock then stroked his chin before sipping from the can.
"What's this school uniform you're talking about though? It better not be those red and blue pyjamas with a turtle logo on them."

Roshi frowned.
"Actually, it is."

Bardock cupped his front in his palm.
Third commander Bardock... Playing tag with humans in turtle pajamas.

"So, that's it? Four days from now, in North City."

"Well, obviously the tournament spans a couple of days. You can already check into your motel starting tomorrow," Roshi explained.

"Definitely," Bardock said, looking forward to some rest.

Again, he nipped from the can.
Damn! Not even the Tuffles invented something like this.

"Only humans?" he asked as he carefully read the can's contents.

"Well, obviously no..." Roshi said. "Many races will participate. They'll just make it seem like costumes or make-up or whatever. You just hide that tail and you'll be fine."

"Great, looking forward to tangling some aliens, right Karas?"
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WC: 329

Bardock's minimum WC: 808/900
Karas' minimum WC: 323/900
Thread's minimum WC: 1131/4200

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Karas grinned when Bardock questioned the uniforms they had been asked to wear during the tournament. “Let me stop you right there, I figured you’d say something like that so I had a few people who owe me a couple favors do a little job.” He told them as he stood up and left the room for a moment. Coming back a few short moments later he was carrying a medium sized travel case in his hand.

Setting it down on the table and sitting down once more he opened it up away from the other two before taking out what seemed like a replica of Bardock’s own armor and tossing it to him. “Take a look at the back.” He followed up by fishing out a shirt that was a simple replication of his own.

If the others would care to look they would see the Kame logo on the back of each piece of clothing Karas had taken from the case on the table. “I knew you would want us to wear your uniform old man but a saiyan doesn’t go around in pajamas when they fight, we use what we find comfortable.” He said bitterly as he slipped the shirt in his hands on over his now dry torso.

“I think that works as a pretty good compromise.” He smiled and stood up to model his own personalized uniform for their teacher, pointing out the logo on both the back and left side of the chest area in front.

“Yes that is a nice touch that I never thought of,” The old turtle hermit replied as the younger of his two students modeled for him. “Very well, wear those in the arena and as far as what you said about holding back Bardock, do not. You just can’t kill your opponents or you will be disqualified and the same goes for the use of weapons. The contest is simply hand to hand.” He finished as he picked his magazine up once more. “You two know what you’re doing now so you can leave when you feel ready.”


WC: 350
TWC: 673
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"Hmm. It's definitely not Saiyan... but it feels alot better than option A," Bardock said as he held out the armor in front of him. The turtle kanji on the back looked kind of out of place, but he shrugged it off. He would not yet put it on though, only when the time came. His own armor was far superior to it anyway.

“Very well, wear those in the arena and as far as what you said about holding back Bardock, do not. You just can’t kill your opponents or you will be disqualified and the same goes for the use of weapons. The contest is simply hand to hand. You two know what you’re doing now so you can leave when you feel ready,” Roshi said, handing Bardock and Karas each a note. "Directions to your motel."

Bardock tucked the fake armor under his arm.

"Well, I'm leaving as soon as possible," he said, walking over the window. "So... see you in four days, Karas?"

He put one foot on the windowsill.

"I hope you're up to it," he grinned before flaring up and soaring off to follow Roshi's directions.

This trial... Better be some reward to it. So far the old man hasn't learnt me a single one of his special techniques.

Tournament. Great fighters? Maybe. Earth after all. Great fun? Definitely.


Bardock laughed out. He had 'met' many great fighters, but each one he only met through his gem of telepathy. Surely, he was the strongest on this little planet in the corner of the universe? He laughed out louder. There was no way he would meet the likes of Frieza or Nappa, not here.

But then there was Karas. Slightly less powerful than himself, but still, as a Saiyan he towered above the regular bunch of Roshi's students. From their spar Bardock knew that if Karas trained well, he would pass him. But for now, he shouldn't fear.

In the bag.
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WC: 332

Bardock's minimum WC: 1140/900
Karas' minimum WC: 673/900

Thread's minimum WC: 1813/4200

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Karas stood outside the entrance to the tournament. These past three days had been nothing but training for him. No doubt Bardock had been doing the same thing. The younger saiyan was almost excited about the possibilities of how much his saiyan mentor had grown in the few days since they had split up back at Kame island.

"I can't wait to see how much stronger Bardock has gotten." He said to himself with a smirk as he picked his bag up from the ground beside his feet and lugging it over his shoulder. "Well, the only way to find out is in the ring!" He exclaimed with what sounded like pure confinance as he walked forawrd into the enterance ceramony.

"Warriors and fighters from all over, I welcome you to our humble tourament!" The announcer shouted into his blow horn. Karas was standing among the others in the second row fron the front. A quick look around and he noticed how many warriors had come to participate. A sly smile crossed his lips when he caught a glimps of the other student that had been sent here with him.

"We will now begin placement for each of you, please step forward and take a slip of paper from this box beside me." The announcer finished as he stepped down. When it came time for Karas to pick his number he pulled out a simple slip of white paper with the number thirteen on it. His name was then writen down on a large white board thriteen spaces to the right. He was the absolute last fighter, he could deal with that.

WC: 272
TWC: 954
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"Ah, the glory of absolutely... nothing," Bardock sighed to himself with a content smile, looking out his window.

Saiyans were never really spoiled, so to say.
But damn, I could get used to this 'room service' thing.

Tap-tap

"Room service? Come in," Bardock shouted.

A tiny, Asian looking man in a white shirt and red bow-tie wheeled Bardock's shiny, newly polished armor into the room. He wasn't going to wear it, but it's on Roshi's paycheck so why the heck not?

He smiled at the man, and waved him outside. He looked a bit annoyed at Bardock, who either did not know he should tip him, or simply did not care.

He banged it softly as it was hung up, and stuck his hands inside to see if it still stretched out. It was in perfect shape.

He charged his right index finger with ki, and pointed it at the armor. He looked over to the tv screen to make sure he was doing it right.

After a few moments, an eagle's head proudly stood on the armor's left side of the chest. Not an exact copy, but more scratches and lines that vaguely reminded of it. Bardock liked it. It was something to set him apart from the other lot that wore this kind of armor.

He glanced at the clock. Time. He jumped in Karas' makeshift armor and tried moving his arms and hips as freely as he could. It came very close to the real deal, but didn't offer the same protection.

On his way out he snatched an apple from the lobby desk. He hadn't seen Karas in the hotel, but that's probably because he hadn't left his room much.
~
Roshi said nothing about little gadgets Bardock thought, grinning.
He glanced across the room, tapping his scouter and memorizing the readings. It was unlikely these people knew how to trick powerlevels, like Bardock.

"Hey, hey you! No scouters," a green figure with a red scale on his head said. He was also wearing Saiyan armor.

"Hmm, so there are aliens participating," Bardock replied, putting it away.
I got all I need anyway.

The alien looked down, noticing Bardock's tail curled around his waist.

"Ohoho, two of you Saiyans? We've lost this one already," he joked.

Bardock laughed. It was the kind of stupid, straight-forward humor he hadn't heard since he last visited Vegeta's cantina.

Meanwhile numbers were being drawn to determine the tournament's outcome.
I'd better not pull thirteen he telepathically told Karas. Bardock grinned as he saw him look for him through the crowd, then nod when he saw him.

Bardock pulled the number seven. Turns out the green alien was his first opponent. He looked for him in the crowd, and signaled him as if he was going to cut his neck. The alien just smiled, and put his thumb down at Bardock.

Good luck, Karas. See you one of these rounds, I guess.
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WC: 502

Bardock's minimum WC: 1642/900
Karas' minimum WC: 954/900

Thread's minimum WC: 2596/4200

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The younger of the two saiyans smiled as Bardock wished him luck in his own match. ‘I better see you in the finals my friend, wouldn’t want to waste my energy on someone who doesn’t deserve the honor.’ The younger replied as the announcer was back on the stage and scanning through the crowd before his eyes settled on Karas. “You!?” He shouted confused.

As Karas focused on the man’s face he noticed why he was so shocked. It was the very announcer from the last world tournament he had participated in. Shrugging his shoulders he signaled to the man that it was of no importance to him if they recognized him or not. That just told him that his reputation for fighting would rise in conversation as the fights were announced.

To his horror the man said words he dreaded. “It seems we have one contestant who will pass the first round without a battle. Contestant number thirteen has no opponent to face off against and will automatically be moved to the next round.” The man had started. It was a bitter-sweet way for the battle hungry saiyan to start the tournament. Sure he would be able to see how much training Bardock had done and how much better he had gotten but it also meant he wouldn’t be at full focus when his first battle did happen. “But do not be disappointed, you have the honor of sitting with the very masters who have some with their students for the first round and possibly learn a trick or two from them by the time your match comes around.”

“Then I have no need to sit and listen to your mouth right now do I?” He asked with an edge to his tone of voice. “The tournament rules are being explained now and from there you may stay or leave the grounds so long as you return in time for the second round matches.” The blond haired man explained. “The rules are simple, weapons are not allowed in the matches and the entire area from wall to wall of the seating area is the ring. There is no ring outs and the fight will last until one of two things happen. A contestant looses consciousness or one of the two declares defeat.” He finished with a long breath. “There is a waiting area behind the entrance to the ring and a small training room beside it if any of you feel like some last minute training. You may leave the tournament grounds so long as you are back in time for your match. Failure to show up will lead to being disqualified. Now that you know the rules will contestants one and two take their place on the stage.” He finished as he hopped off the arena floor.

Karas snorted and made a bee line for the training room they had just been told about to work off his fury.


WC: 491
TWC: 1,445
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So Karas is off the hook. He'll need it in his fight with me.

Bardock grinned.

He still knew the readings from the scouter, this green alien was no match for him. For some bizarre reason though, Bardock couldn't break into his thoughts, as if he was being filtered. He thought nothing of it.

"I hope you're ready," Bardock said. "Got a name, pal? Mine's Bardock."

"Yeah. I'm Vislor, a Makyan," he replied.

Bardock nodded. Few Makyans remained, due to the Makyo Star's constant movement through space, but he knew they were cunning.

A tall, slender man with sunglasses and dressed in a tuxedo came up on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The first of our fights shall be Bardock versus Vislor. Remember, men, no killing! May the best man win."

Almost immediately after the bell rang, Bardock flared up and raced towards Vislor.
Powerlevel just over 4000... let's get this shit over with.

Despite Bardock's clear superiority, the green balding alien had moved out of the way with a clear grin.
Familiar trick?

Bardock's eyes widened.
Those thoughts weren't mine.

The Saiyan grabbed Vislor's fist without much effort, and twisted his wrist. He looked at him in an enraged state.
"Speak! Why can't I break in, and why can you?"

The Makyan smiled.
Because - because - because you are WEAK

Bardock cupped his head in hands, trying to keep out the sound. Vislor just stood up, and this time grabbed Bardock's wrists. Still shocked he opened his eyes, looking straight into Vislor's.

The alien's eyes whitened out completely, blanking out Bardock's conscience. He then let go, leaving Bardock to stare in his entranced state. Vislor pumped one fist into Bardock's gut, sending him crushing to the floor.

Powerlevel - powerlevel is not everything - everything !

Those were the last thoughts that raced through his mind, though they were not his.

~

A few hours later, he was observing Karas' fights. It was after all, only one punch, but that wasn't what beat him.
That mindfuck did.

The Makyan was nowhere to be seen anymore, forfeiting the remainder of his fights.
He knows. This skill I developed, he knows. And he fears.

Mindreading seemed like a petty trick to Bardock now.
Bending people's will? I will find this Makyan, and by my ancestors, I will squeeze it out of him.

The plan had been formed. Bardock smiled. After he left Earth he would need something to look after on his way to vengeance. This Makyan is perfect.

He glanced back into the ring. Karas had more luck with his opponents it seemed, clearly outclassing one pathetic 'fighter' after the other.
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WC: 469

Bardock's WC: 2111/900
Karas' WC: 1445/900

Thread's WC: 3556/4200

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Finally, Karas' round had come around. It seemed like it never would to the young saiyan who had spent all of the first round matches in the training area of the waiting section. The only fight he had stopped for to watch was Bardock's. He was the only one Karas cared about, he was also the closest thing he had to a rival aside from the rest of his guild. Each one of them was strong in their own way. Oboe was capable of self regenerating, but then again all Namekians could do that. 16 was the only android and could offer Karas much more when it came to combat and sparring with his hidden weapons and unique fighting style. Turles was a fair saiyan but he thought of him as too close of a friend to really get a good fight out of, even if he was a fellow saiyan. Those were the only ones he really got to know, the others were always away for what guild meetings he could show up to.

Stepping onto the arena he could hear the rush of the crowd less and less as he tuned it out. Only the voice of the blond haired man with the mic could be heard by him as his opponent's name was announced. Sad for him that Karas couldn't care about the name of the man who was gonna be seeing the inside of a hospital room for the next few months after he got done with him. Once the announcer stepped off the tiled floor the hulking man of an alien began to rush at him as he was capable.

As the man brought his arm across his chest seconds before he reached Karas he brought it out with great force. The man's hand his thin air as Karas vanished from his sight. "What? Where did you go?!" The being shouted as he began to look everywhere for his opponent. To his right, to his left, above and below. Nothing but the surrounding area. "You really expect me to believe that you can be a strong opponent?" Karas asked from behind his enemy, a blank look on his face to show how bored he truly was. Lifting his hand he brought it down with a quick chop and a decent amount of force at the base of his target's neck, turning to slowly walk away after. "Don't bother with the count ref, he's down for the next day at the soonest." No sooner had Karas finished his sentence than his opponent began to collapse into a hulking pile sprawled out on the white tiles.

"It seems contestant Karas wins with little to no effort what-so-ever!" The announcer yelled into his microphone, Karas walking away back into the waiting area as he was announced the winner and passing the rest of the contestants on his way to Bardock. “What happened out there? He beat you with a single punch.” He asked. When Bardock told him what had happened he sighed. Before he could tell his thoughts he was called back for the next round.

Again he was facing such a weak opponent. His enemy this time wasn’t one he would waste his speed and cunning on. As his opponent charged forward he moved his head to the side as the punch came. For the next five minutes he was doing nothing but dodging the blows with an air of grace to his movements. Finally the time to strike came as he knocked his opponent’s fist away once more, following up by driving his elbow into the hard material blocking direct contact with the man’s stomach. Retracting his elbow the other fighter fell to the ground. “The winner once more is Karas ladies and gentlemen!” The blond man screamed. Roars erupted from the stands as Karas walked off. Cheers could be heard followed by his name. It seemed he was quickly becoming the fan favorite of this contest.

The next two rounds ended the same way. At last the finals came and Karas pushed to his limits as various places on his arms and legs were cut open. His opponent this time wasn’t as foolish as the others had been. He was using his own ki to create a blade around his hand. No weapons was the rule but this didn’t count as one, it was a technique and the man knew how to use it. Sliding and taking out the man’s legs from behind him Karas followed up by spinning around and laying a strong kick to the side of his head. The strength of his kick was enough to send the man flying into the wall. Taking deep breaths the winner was announced after a ten count. “Today, the winner of our tournament is Karas of the turtle hermit’s school of martial arts!”

The next day the two were back on Roshi’s humble island. “You two did well. I can tell you both learned much in this tournament.” The old man told them. I can say with pride that you both pass my trail.”


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TWC: 2,294

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