Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Alex's DBZ RPG 5 Forum. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Control; Personal Saga, Complete
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 07:24 PM (124 Views)
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
[align=center]Control
Personal Saga[/align]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sky above was a deep, light blue. It felt calming to look up at, even though there weren’t any clouds that could be seen. The palace was high above most of them, and even so, it was an almost cloudless day. It had a calming effect on Oboe as he stared up at it, almost forgetting that he had just awoken from being unconscious and had quite possibly the worst headache of his life.

Now he heard footsteps to his left, soft footsteps, like leather being dropped on rock. He rolled his head over to see God looking down at him with a stern look.

“Hey, uh… I had a nice nap,” Oboe said in an attempt to break the ice.

God stared at him for a moment, then put his head in his hand. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused the other day?” he said quietly.

“I killed a monkey. So what?”

“You also terrorized a group of innocent humans. I have no doubt this will cause some sort of commotion down there… People have a tendency to overreact to everything. Your appearance, of course, certainly won’t help the situation any. But still, it’s probably best to just let things run their course. Doing anything about it is bound to make it worse. It would be best to simply resume your training. Just be cautious whenever you go down to Earth from now on. I don’t want you causing a mass panic or anything.”

Oboe pushed himself to his feet and brushed the dirt off of his pants. He cracked his neck, did a few stretches, and yawned. “Well, it’s good to know I’m getting back into the routine then. After all, I can’t just stay unconscious forever. So, what is it that you want me to do?”

“First and foremost, I figured I’d teach you to use that transformation properly,” God answered. “It will, without a doubt, take up a good bit of time. But in the end, it will be well worth it. As a Namekian, it’s one of the greatest abilities you have at your disposal. You certainly shouldn’t waste it. Now let’s get started.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 1
Word Count: 364
Word Total: 364
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
“Let’s start out with something simple,” God began. “Can you actually use the technique normally? The point of the elixir was to teach you how to do so. Only now will we truly find out if it worked.”

“Wait a minute… Couldn’t you have just taught me the technique instead of making me drink that thing?” Oboe pointed out.

“It’s much more difficult to teach than one might expect. It’s something that simply must be experienced for you to get a grasp on. That was the purpose of the elixir. Now, I want you to think back to that time, the sensations you felt while transforming. Take hold of them and attempt to use the technique once more.”

Oboe lost his grip on reality; his eyes stared blankly as he tried to remember what he had felt the day before. It was a very fleeting memory. In truth, he hardly remembered yesterday at all. It just seemed like a blur, resulting mostly from his insanity.

Then hints of the feeling began to resurface, like broken glass somehow being pieced back together. He recounted the moments he spent while transforming, and tried to mimic what it was he felt. He felt an intense pain, but there was more too it. He felt his body not only getting larger, but stretching, putting itself under great strain to get larger. In actuality, he thought it wasn’t too much different from making his arms stretch. It just affected the entirety of his body, not just one limb. But there was something else that made it different, the rush of power it brought him. It wasn’t just making him stronger physically; he felt his ki increasing as well.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality and realized that he’d initiated the transformation without realizing it. He’d been too deep in thought to tell that he managed to use the technique. But upon realizing his success, he also realized the strain it put him under. Maintaining the form was extremely uncomfortable, and he suddenly let go of the grasp he had. His body shrunk down and reverted to its usual size.

Oboe was left with his knees on the ground; his hands sprawled out in front himself, trying to catch his breath.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 2
Word Count: 375
Word Total: 740
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
“So, how did that feel?” God asked him.

“It was… incredible…” Oboe huffed. “I’m overflowing with power in that form. But still, what good will it do? I can’t stay like that for more than a minute.”

“It’s a technique that takes time to learn and far longer to master. If you practice it enough, you should be able to use it properly within years time at best.”

“A year!?” Oboe shouted. “But I need to be able to use it now!”

“You won’t honestly need a technique like this. It’s not like anything’s impeding your survival at the moment. Taking your time is the best thing that I can tell you to do. For now, I want you to try transforming and staying in that state for as long as possible.”

Oboe was just barely willing to oblige. The idea of having to train for such a long period of time to learn one move was something that he didn’t want to admit to. He’d only lived three years up until this point, and each year felt like an eternity in and of itself. But, he returned to a state of concentration and tried transforming once more.

He crouched down and began to focus his ki, the energy swirling around his body like the wind in a hurricane. It took on a glow that outlined his body, and then dispersed as he grew. The ground cracked beneath him, as the tiles of the palace weren’t able to fully support his steadily growing weight. The veins in his forehead became clearly visible through his skin, pulsing with blood that continued to pump faster as he became larger. Then everything came to an abrupt stop. The strain wasn’t quite as bad as before, in just one time, he’d managed to catch on to how the form worked. Something about it almost felt comfortable.

“So, are you going to break out of it this time?” God called from below. “Or can we continue on with the exercise?”

“I… I think I can stay like this now,” Oboe replied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 3
Word Count: 346
Word Total: 1086
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
“Alright,” God responded. “Now I want you to learn to control the size you’re at right now. It’s a bit smaller than before, which I suppose is to be expected. The larger you grow, the more difficult it will be to stay that way. You’re hardly half the size you were a few minutes ago. Now relax and try to match my height.”

God straightened up and tossed his staff to the side, then stretched a little bit before assuming a stance similar to the one Oboe took up moments before. A very similar aura surrounded him, but it was denser, just barely showing around him. But Oboe could tell that the old man had a surprising amount of strength, despite his old age. It was interesting for him to be watching someone transform instead of doing it himself. He realized how threatening the process actually appeared as his uncle slowly but steadily grew even larger than him, making even the palace in the background look insignificant by comparison. He too stopped, then relaxed and spoke to Oboe once again. “This shouldn’t be too much of a problem for you, right?”

“I hope not,” Oboe replied. He tried to adjust his size to match God’s, grow slightly larger than he currently was, but it seemed pointless. The strain just became too much for him to bear after getting a meter or so taller, and once again, he shrunk back to his typical size, sweating and panting.

“Hm, perhaps this might be a bit of a challenge for you even…” God pondered. “It might be best just to teach you how to maintain that size instead training you to get even bigger. From here on out, I want you to spend as much time as possible transformed. If you’re more used to it, it’ll be easier to control. With time, you’ll get as good as me, perhaps better. Now, I want you to return to that form and meditate in it for a few hours.”

“M-meditate!?” Oboe shouted. “You’ve had me meditating for weeks! Can’t I do some real training or something.”

“Meditation is real training,” God said calmly. “You just don’t think it is because you’re not at a point in your life where you can appreciate it. Now I need you to follow my directions exactly.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 4
Word Count: 387
Word Total: 1473
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
Eventually, time passed, and Oboe continued on with his tedious training, spending as much time in his giant form as he could manage, which while it was little more than an hour or two each day, did become easier as time went on.

Today he found himself in a similar routine, meditating while transformed, trying to clear his mind of any thoughts, including the strain of transforming. Then he heard some footsteps coming from behind him. Judging by the sound of them, he assumed it had to be God. He’d always noticed small differences in what peoples’ footsteps sound like. Of course, it was very easy for him to distinguish these sounds with his sensitive ears.

He heard little more than his uncle’s steady breathing, calm and repetitive. He knew he was watching him; there was no denying that. Then he suddenly spoke up. “I think that’ll be enough for now. This isn’t a technique you should expect to be able to use any time soon. You need to be more patient, Oboe. Just learn it bit by bit.

Oboe opened one eye and looked down at God, saying, “I know. It’s just taking so long. I usually catch on to what you teach me pretty quickly. This is taking too long. Isn’t there any way I could learn this faster?”

“If you’re willing to spend an entire year training, away from the rest of the world, I suppose there would be a way…” God said with a hint of mystique in his voice.

“What are you talking about?” Oboe replied. One ridge of his eyebrow was raised.

“Inside this palace is the entrance to another dimension, a place called the Room of Spirit and Time. Time flows differently there, and one day in this world would amount to an entire year in there. The conditions are nothing laugh at of course. The air in it is as thin as up here, and it’s many times the usual gravity. But most importantly, everything around a small building is an absolute abyss. It can make someone go insane just by being inside of it. However, I doubt that’d particularly bother you. If you decide to go inside of it, then you could spend as much time as you need training and practicing in that form.”

“Are you serious?” Oboe said suspiciously. “Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“I’ll be honest, I really didn’t think you’d need it,” God said. “But if you’re truly willing, I guess suppose it would be to let you have your way with it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 5
Word Count: 429
Word Total: 1902
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
God led Oboe into the palace and down a long spiraling staircase. He’d never thought that there was a basement to the place. The first floor alone tended to be enough of a maze, but this was just insane. The flights of steps seemed to go on forever until they reached a very large double door.

“It’s inside here,” God said calmly, pushing the doors open. Within was what appeared to be a sort of house, arranged like a small apartment. There was a kitchen, a fridge, and even two beds inside it. But then when you looked out at what surrounded the quaint little structure, your mind began to slip. It was nothing but vast white space. It was next to impossible to tell what was the ground and what was the air. And the worst part was, it appeared to continue on for eternity.

“What the…?” Oboe stuttered. “That’s crazy! What if I decide to see how far I can go and get lost?”

“Then, unfortunately, you’ll be stuck in here for eternity. Though I suppose you’d eventually die, as you don’t have enough water to last for much more than a year. Not exactly a particularly nice fate I suppose. It’d be best just to stay near this little building and not venture too far from it.”

God turned around and opened the door to go out, then turned around halfway. “Oh, and just remember, if you think you’re going insane because there’s no one else here and such, feel free to come out at any time. I certainly wouldn’t blame you, this room is rather unsettling.” With that, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

“So, I’ve got an entire year in here, hunh? I guess I better get used to talking to myself…” Oboe muttered. His voice echoed off the walls of the tiny house. “Well, I may as well get something to drink first…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 6
Word Count: 323
Word Total: 2225
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
The conditions within the Room of Spirit and Time were weighing heavier on Oboe’s mind than he liked to admit. The fact that the air was thin and the gravity was greater didn’t bother him in the slightest when compared with the vast emptiness of the dimension. There was absolutely no one else here, just him, alone, and quite possibly on the brink of insanity within a few months of his stay. For the first time, he actually meditated voluntarily, not because God had told him to do it. He needed something to get his mind off of the emptiness, the void that surrounded him.

Even so, he did his best to ignore it and continue on with his training, focusing much of it on controlling his newfound transformation. After time, it didn’t bother him as much as in the first few months or so. He eventually became used to it. The peace it presented was quiet and comforting, if eerie. Day in and day out, he’d use his time to practice as much as possible, though it was boring to him not being able to fight with another person.

With time, he could feel how much progress he was making, in more than just strength. He was getting older, more mature. At this point, he seemed to appear more like a young adult than a teenager. His body grew slightly more sculpted and muscular, though certainly not to any extreme degree. Perhaps, he thought, it was just another part of growing up. This was just the last part. Yet even during the last month or so of his stay, he felt that while he was getting older, he was still far from being fully-grown. That was likely to take many more years, and his youthful personality would mean it would take far longer to get out of mentally.

After slightly less than 12 months, there just wasn’t enough water left in the room to sustain him any longer. He pushed open the large double doors and walked up the spiral staircase, leaving the Room of Spirit and Time behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 7
Word Count: 351
Word Total: 2576
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
Mr. Popo, not God, was the first to notice Oboe as he stood in the doorway leading to the palace. He looked out at the world and took in a deep breath. It was refreshing to finally be out of that room. For the longest time, it almost felt like he’d been trapped in there.

Mr. Popo dropped the can he was using to water the flowers and looked up. Something about Oboe had certainly changed, even though it had only been a day for him. He wasn’t even aware the young Namekian had been in the Room of Spirit and Time. Instead, he just assumed that God must have some task that he needed to attend to away from the palace.

“Kami-sama,” Mr. Popo called. “Where has Oboe been for the past day? He seems different for some reason.”

God was staring off the side of the sanctuary at the world below, like he often spent his days doing. He turned around to see Oboe standing in the doorway with an almost smug smile on his face. “Oh…!” he exclaimed.

The two walked towards each other and looked one another in the eye. They stayed transfixed on one another for a moment. Oboe was the first to speak.

“Hey, I’m almost as tall as you are now,” he said with a grin on his face. In all honesty, it wasn’t very true. God was unusually tall, even by Namekian standards, and towered nearly a foot over Oboe’s head previously. The gap was somewhat closer now, though God was still significantly taller.

“I see your training has gone rather well,” God replied. “Though I’ll be honest, I expected you to improve more, considering you had an entire year in there. You’ve probably made about as much improvement in the short time you spent under me.”

“Well, I guess it’s just different kinds of training. If I’ve got a good teacher like you, then I suppose I’m just bound to improve more,” Oboe said, half thinking while he was speaking.

“Well, I suppose you may be right about that,” God replied, taking dignity in the compliment. “But still, one question remains, how good have you managed to get with your Choukyoshinjutsu?”

“I dunno,” Oboe said flatly. “I guess I’ll just have to try it out and see. Do me a favor and stand back a little. I wanna see if I’ve gotten as good as I hope.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 8
Word Count: 406
Word Total: 2982
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
Oboe bent his knees and closed his eyes. A calm, but intense aura began to surround his body, pulsing like a beating heart. The veins in his head started to swell and the pulsing slowly grew more rapid, as he let out a loud shout. Bits of the tile on the palace floor started to break off and float up in his aura, then shattered in the air. Suddenly, his body began to get steadily larger, cracking up the ground even further as he grew. His eyes shot open as he felt a wave of pain shoot through him like a bullet. Then suddenly, it subsided. He stood up straight to his enormous full height and looked down at himself. It felt almost surreal in some respects, to be this large and hardly suffering any negative effects from it. It hardly felt any different from being his normal size, though there was a very slight hint of strain.

Oboe looked down at God who was staring at him with an unsure and almost worried expression. “You know, I feel just fine like this now,” he told him. “You won’t mind if I get some exercise right now, will you? It’s great to be out of that cramped room.”

“J-just a minute now,” God remarked. “What exactly do you mean by exercise?”

But Oboe had already started now. He began just with a few simple stretches, bending down to reach his toes and the like, then suddenly jumped into the air and flipped backwards, shattering more tiles underneath of his feet.

“Wait just a moment!” God shouted. “You’re going to wreck my palace!”

Oboe once again wasn’t paying any attention. He did a few more flips just to test how agile he was. Being in this form had become so natural to him by this point, he didn’t even bother to think that there was any sort of difference. He ran one lap around the rim of the sanctuary and ended in a cartwheel. However, he lost his balance mid way and ended up falling on his size, smashing into one of the palace’s towers.

God shook his head, then put it in his hand. “Well, you’ve certainly learned how to use the technique…” he said. “But this is still going to take a lot of work. You can start by rebuilding that tower. It should be easier for you, considering you’re practically the size of a crane anyway.”

“What!?” Oboe whined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 9
Word Count: 411
Word Total: 3393
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Koyu
Member Avatar
Transforumer
In the end, it turned out God was just making a joke. With a quick wave of his hand, the tower appeared back where it was originally and the tiles of the sanctuary were back in place. Oboe had since returned to his typical size and was watching God stare off the edge of the palace.

He’d always been curious about why his uncle did this. He himself could see nothing but clouds below, so it never made any sense to him. Today, however, he figured he may as well ask considering he had the opportunity and wasn’t actively training.

“So, uh, what are you looking at,” Oboe piped up.

“Oh, I was just taking a look at a little village up in the mountains,” he replied. “It’s rather interesting to see what humans do on a day-to-day basis in some respects. Of course, there are a lot more things I should probably be paying attention to, like the handful of Saiyans and the like on the planet, but watching something calming every now and then helps keep my mind off the stress…”

“The stress?” Oboe remarked. “What stress? If you ask me, you’ve got a pretty cushy job here, especially if you’ve got the free time to be looking down into other people’s business.”

“What stress? You’re a good example yourself, you know,” God commented. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Oboe’s face. “Besides, this is a part of my job. It’s not the easiest thing in the world being God you know. Every now and then, even I need a break from it all.”

“That reminds me…” Oboe said, partly thinking. “I just know you as God. It seems kind strange to call you “Uncle God,” so I was wondering, just what the heck is your name anyway?”

“My name…?” God replied. “I don’t even remember… It’s been a while since I’ve used it anyway…”

“What!?” Oboe shouted. “How the heck can you forget your name?”

“250 years is a very long time my boy. You’d probably forget yours too if you had the time.”

“That’s the craziest load of crap I’ve ever heard!” Oboe shouted. “Of course I’d remember my name after 250 years, even if I didn’t use it.”

“Think what you will, but some of us are more forgetful than others.”

“Well then, I’m gonna turn in… It’s hard to get a straight answer out of you,” Oboe yawned. “Good night ‘Uncle God!’”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post Count: 10
Word Count: 411
Word Total: 3804
[align=center]Posted Image

Because my avatar just doesn't drive the point home enough.

-Click Here if you want to spar!-

Bio | Wiki | deviantART[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Earth · Next Topic »
Add Reply

RPG Chat RPG-D RPGfix eXTReMe Tracker

Back to Alex's DBZ RPG | Back to Main Forum

Black Water created by tiptopolive of the Zetaboards Theme Zone