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| Topic Started: Apr 24 2013, 10:49 PM (179 Views) | |
| Rem | Apr 24 2013, 10:49 PM Post #1 |
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| Kularian | May 1 2013, 04:40 AM Post #2 |
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Kularian found himself now, in a place where he had never thought that he'd be. The wolf was constrained, unable to move as the world around him seemed to be almost crumbling about him. Save that, it wasn't the world. Nay, it was a stone tomb, crafted by the the Saljuk to imprison and destroy him. He was told that they were unable to kill, that it was simply something that they would have to chalk up to a 'training accident.' That was fine with the wolf; he really didn't care if they tried to kill him or not. They'd been trying for weeks, and not one time had been successful. Hell, he'd invited it upon himself more than once and still nothing had happened. But now, the wolf found himself completely unable to move, his body held by the tight bonds of the telekinetic variety. He was supposed to use Telekinesis, but the fact that he had no idea how to even begin manifesting that made him seem a little bit... hopefully. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? The wolf growled, his body shuddering under the restraints while he was sure that the Ka'fag or whatever his name is was holding him down. The wolf let out a growl, his entire system rebelling agianst this. And yet, there was literally nothing that he could do. There was nothing that he could begin to start to do. He knew that this wasn't going to be able to get him anywhere, and he had no idea how much time he had before the very walls around him began to collapse. So instead, he closed his eyes, one of the few things he still had control over, and let his breathing begin to still. He was still in a point where he had the ability to let his subconscious control his breathing and such, and that was fine, as he was going to be shifting his mind to the Astral Realm, to see if he could come across someone, and find out just how to use Telekinesis. Likely, he wasn't going to be able to do so, but that wasn't something that he was worried about, at this moment. Outside the stone prison that the wolf found himself in, the telekinetic master, Ja'vei, watched ast he wolf began to concentrate, before he shook his head. “He doesn't realize it, but I've created a null void there, inside of that stone prison,” he spoke to an old man next to him, who simply watched, looking at the stone prison with interest. The spectator was incredibly ancient, and simply watched for another moment more before he nodded, and turned to walk away. “If he goes into the Shadow Realm, there's a chance he may not come out. Should I alert him?” Ja'vei asked the old fellow who walked away. The elder fellow simply shook his head, and Ja'vei nodded, looking back to observe what would be happening. Inside, the wolf continued to concentrate, and while things felt similar to what happened when he normally went into the Astral Realm, at the same time... it was different. It wasn't something that he could put a finger on, at least not at first, but after a few moments the wolf realized exactly what the issue was. The grass wasn't blue. Other than that simple fact, the world seemed to be the same. However, that small fact, no matter how trivial was something that put Kularian immediately on edge. Itw as like walking into a house that you've always lived in, and the door that led to the living room suddenly led to the kitchen. The wolf frowned as his eyes flickered to the ground, watching the grass. It was red. The wolf couldn't be sure, but when something was changed, and it had the tendency to follow the suit of the color of blood, generally, from what he'd seen and he'd read, that was rarely a good sign. Which meant that, whatever was here, it was probably not happy to see him at all. However... that only caused the wolf to grin, a dark smirk that spread across the entirety of his face. If there was something here that was going to fight him, then he couldn't exactly leave it disappointed and waiting, could he? There was a sudden influx of power as Kularian let his own power fill him, and the wolf's body shuddered, before his fist slammed downward, causing a sudden outflow of power to echo outward from his fist, striking the ground with a phenomenal force of power. The sudden change in power caused an explosion of force otuward as the ground rolled away from him in waves, like he had struck the center of some sort of water bed. The rippling force rolled off into the distance, and, despite everything that Kularian had ever known... there had not been anything to come after him, with that strike. “Come on now; don't be hiding out there!” he roared out, his eyes narrowed as he tried to find out what might be after him. The wolf hissed as he crouched down, low to the ground as he began to move through the blood red grass, his body darting through the crimson blades, trying to locate a foe, an enemy, anything, that was here. He had already given his power to the ground, to summon the monster that was here, (as he was certain that was the case; why else would he even be here?) and yet nothing had appeared. It was as if he had not done enough to garner its attention which was, to Kularian, baffling. He wanted to be the one that summoned the beasts due to his raw power, but there was nothing here, nothing that he could find. He closed his eyes then, after several moments of searching and, unfortunately, finding nothing. If this place wasn't somewhere that he could find something to kill, then he'd leave, and find a way out of his prison situation. There was little more that he could do at that point, but as he tried to leave, to get his mind back into his body, he found that he couldn't. “You've got to be fucking me,” he hissed, trying to put his mind into the body once more but it wouldn't. It felt like it was... stuck, or some such thing. He couldn't put a word on exactly what it was, but he wasn't able to resist the pull of this world; it drew his mind like a bee to honey. Opening his eyes, the wolf glanced around, a low growl building up in his throat. “...All right then,” he spoke as he stood up, his body twitching once before he shook out his fur, trying to look around at the area. And it was still the same. There was no sky, no clouds, no sun just... black. And while he could see for miles in nearly every direction, all that he saw were endless blades of crimson grass. His scouter gave him no indication of any sort of power level, not that it would, here. Here was a place of the mind, or so he thought, and thus having it was more a liability than anything else. He took a few loping steps forward, not sure what it was that he was looking for, when he realized that this might have all been part of the elaborate trap to keep him here. If he was stuck in here, then his mind was not with his body, and, if that were the case, then that stone tomb that kept him trapped would be more likely to fall around him here soon. That was something that was a bit of a travesty, as he would really rather not die, especially by something so stupid as to be rocks. The wolf gave a low growl before he let his power level spike again, using the full power of his expansive mind (what left of it remained) to try and pull something to him, in the event it feasted upon mental prowess. The chances of that wer enot likely, but he was running out of ideas, and time. There was a sudden lurch in the environment, then, and while nothing overtly changed, Kularian could feel something different. It was hard to say exactly what it might be, but as he moved, looking around to the various different items around him, he began to be able to see the darkness itself. It wasn't exactly the most... effective explanation that he had, but it was the only thing that he could say with honesty. It literally seemed as if the shadows were coalescing together, forming a more dark shadow, something that he wasn't aware was possible, were it not happening right here before him. And then, the creature began to form. It was nearly seven feet tall, and had all manner of darkness surrounding it, making its features indescribable, but from what he could see, he could tell that it was dangerous. “You are a fool to have entered here,” it spoke, and extended a hand into darkness, a mammothian blade seeming to be pulled out of nowhere at all, the weapon nearly as tall as the warrior itself, and probably heavier. “And now it falls upon my duty to see your soul ripped from your body,” the voice spoke, seeming to echo and resonate with itself as it darted forward, swinging that impossibly-large weapon as if it were a feather. WC: 1596 TWC: 1596 |
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| Rem | May 4 2013, 04:56 AM Post #3 |
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Rem ran then, knowing true fear as he did so. Kult... the brother of Sekt. How could such a thing be possible. Two super Nameks, from the same egg group, both of whom had run across Rem- or he them- in their travels. Both of them had the ability to forcibly absorb other Namekians, and both of them had promised to absorb Rem. Sekt had tried, and failed. he had been killed for his transgressions against Rem, and of course the rise of the Phoenix force that had killed him. Kult had also said that he would absorb Rem, but rather than actually try it, he had shown restraint. The man had actually dared to say that Rem was too weak at the moment to bother absorbing. Kult said that once Rem had reached his true potential, the pinnacle of his own strength, only then would he be absorbed. Then, he had disappeared. The man had left some sort of pack of dogs in his wake when he had left. That was why Rem was running. he had just gotten the utter shit knocked out of him, he was in no condition to take on a pack of dogs that had been created by a super namek that was powerful enough to completely decimate him in a fight. He didn't know who or what the dogs were, but hw knew that his scouter wasn't able to get a stable ki signature lock on any of them, they were jumping around up and down, moving along the entire line of power from extremely weak to quite formidable. He didn't think that they could possibly be a threat to him alone, and at full power- but they werent alone, and he definitely wasn't anywhere near full power. He was hurting, his body was shutting down from damage and loss of energy. So Rem ran, his legs moving so fast it would be invisible to sight from anyone watching. Still, it wasn't enough. Still, those dog beast things were catching up on him as he tried to run. He cursed, throwing himself faster and faster into the winds, trying to get away. How the hell could it all have gone like this, how the hell could he have lost that black dragon ball, to such a figure. The most disastrous thing was that such a being actually existed. How could there be a second super namek who gained his powers through absoption. Such a thing... Rem shivered within his soul as he ran. He had seen the effects of such a creature on Namek, had felt the complete disappearance of the energy signals of those that had been forcibly absorbed into the essence of the one named Sekt. he had felt the fear as the things hands had been laiun upon him as he tried to pull Rem into himself, and had nearly succeeded. he didn;'t want to die like that... Rem had to gain strength, had to get stronger. He simply couldn't allow that to happen to himself, he would refuse. Looking back, he saw that the dogs were still on his tail. He was slowly gaining a bit of ground, but he wasn't sure they were running all out. They seemed to be rather intelligent designs. He thought it might be possible that they were just waiting for him to tire further, then they would pounce upon him and kill him. He had to do something. Even if he couldn't take them all down, surely he had enough power to take down some of them, and perhaps that would be enough to scare the others off, to give him enough of an eopening so that he could, yes, indeed run the fuck away from the rest- or scare them off. He had to go after thef aster of the group, that would be his strategy, to take down those who were actually the most capable, and biggest threat o himself. Looking back, Rem could see clearly that there were a half dozen of them. Two of them were in the lead, running side by side as they tried to close on him. He would have to go after them first. Without hesitation, without trying to give away his plan, Rem threw his two arms to the side, stopped, spun in place, and then threw himself back in the opposite direction he had been running, back towards the pack of rapidly closing dogs. As he ran, two ki swords appearance,d, one in either hand, far out to the side of his body. And then he was upon the dogs, thrusting and slicing as he passed by the first two, trying to cut them to rubbons. Then he leapt into the air, wanting to clear distance to get away from the others. He spun in the air, throwing down the swords with all of his might towards the two dogs. One of them, he could see, was on the ground, hurt from where Rem had apparently connected with one of the slicing blows he had made on that pass through. The other was still running, having dodged rems awkward thrust. 858//858//2454 |
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| Rem | May 4 2013, 05:37 AM Post #4 |
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Rem looked down at the sight of his swords slamming into the ground, wanting to see wha tthe danmage would be if they anaged to hit the two dogs that he had been aiming for. The one that had been wounded didn't have the speed necessary to get the hell out of the way in time, and the sword struck right through its back, between its shoulders. The dog dropped to the ground, most likely already dead or whatever passed for death for them- he wassn't sure of what sort of creation they were, just that they were going to fuck him up if he gave them even half a chance to do so, and so he wouldn't. The second dog wasn't dead, damn... It had managed to evade his attacks when he had passed, and it had seen the blade that gohan had thrown coming. Luckily, it hadnt been quite fast enough. There was a scar down one of its legs, and a large portion of meat and blood showing on that arm. It was injured, and wouldn't be able to keep up with him at full speed now, that was all that he had really wanted out of the situation. Rem looked behind him, just tossing a quick glance over to where the rest of the dogs were coming up behind him, moving faster and faster as they sensed the blood, sensed that they were getting closer to him and the mean that was obviously promisef of his corpse. It was time for him to get the fuck out of there it seemed. Without waiting for another moment of hesitation, Rem knew it was time to get the hell out of there while th getting was good. he had taken out the two strongest and fastest of the dogs, it should be a hell of a lot easier to get out of the situation he had found himself at that point. He flew on, figuring to hell with running, they probably couldn't keep up with him at all if he flew. So he did so, flashing across the sky in blue glows of appearance,t hen fading as he went further and further. No one watching would have probably even seen him pass, but what they would have heard would have scared the shit out of them most likely- the sound of the sound barrier popping every sew seconds as he passed along. Looking back, Rem noticed that he was indeed getting himself some distance paced between himself and the dogs that were still back there. he wondered how long they would insist on chasing him. Knowing him, however, they were the kind of beast that would stalk him until they found their prey and the situation was dealt with, one way or another. But, for now, Rem had time to run and he was going to make the most of it, as he spread his arms before him, gathering his power all around him like a shield, and sliding along on the air like a current of its own. He was moving fast, and far, and soon he couldn't even see the dogs behind him as he continued his race. 531//1389//2985 |
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| Kularian | May 4 2013, 05:49 AM Post #5 |
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The weapon smashed into the ground a moment later, but Kularian had already moved, his body darting along the crimson grass as though it were a feather on the wind. He was on all fours, but didn't show any hesitation in his body as he watched the other, as if simply analyzing. “Soul ripped from my body? Hardly,” the wolf growled, waiting for the thing to attempt to attack him again. He was faster than it was, and would be using that speed to his advantage. He'd need to push himself faster than anything he'd used before, in order to stay the step ahead of this thing that he needed to. The wolf's body was ready, waiting and eager as the next strike came down, the weapon only able to swing in a handful of ways, thankfully, as it came down from the sky. The wolf flickered then, the weapon slamming to the ground where he had been a moment prior, leaving nothing behind for the other to strike as Kularian's claws dug into the red grass, the earth beneath it strong and powerful, able to resist the force with which Kular moved as his body soared across the ground, slamming a fist into the creature's body. And it barely reacted, as if the shadows that swarmed it gave it some level of armor. The wolf flipped backwards from his foe, narrowly avoiding the chopping weapon as he landed a short distance away. “You see? This fight is futile for you,” the creature spoke, advancing on Kular with the weapon drawn across one shoulder. It was a weapon that was no doubt incredibly heavy. And... it might just have the power necessary to rip through this other. The wolf moved then, darting inward and rather than strike at the creature's chest, as he had before, he pivoted, his fist slamming into the wrist of the knight like warrior, forcing the weapon out of its hands. It grunted as the enormous blade slammed into the ground. Kularian twisted through the air as he pushed off of the beast again, rotating through the air and grasping the weapon's hilt. He turned, and let his own weight carry him to the ground as he used that same momentum to rip the blade up from the ground, actually feeling his muscles strain a bit as he tried to wield it. The knight simply blinked, not entirely sure he was seeing what he thought he saw. The weapon had been his, and his alone, to wield. How had this warrior, by himself, managed to lift it? “You... just what are you?” the voice spoke, resonating within its own shadows. Giving a grunt, Kularian pulled the weapon back, trying to remember exactly what he had seen Rem do with that sabre he wielded... before he realized that this really wasn't the same kind of weapon. The shadowy blade was something that was much more made for breaking things, rather than cutting them. Its force was unheard of, and while he wanted to use it, he didn't think that he'd be able to for long, as the muscles in his forearms started to already weaken from trying to hold it aloft. Whatever it was, it was incredibly heavy... and Kularian wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it. However, the wolf wasn't about to give up, and launched himself forward, and leapt, finding the weapon leagues easier to wield while in mid air, and flipped forward once before bringing the entire weight of his body, and this weapon, upon the helm of the knight who still simply watched, as if in awe. The weapon slammed through the skull, shattering the iron and the shadows as if it were a hot knife through rancid butter, cleaving the entirety of the thing in half. There was a sudden shuddering throughout the world that he found himself in, before the shadows exploded away from the beast, the armor too firing off in random directions. “After so many long years, I find myself free,” a voice spoke, and Kularian did not recognize it, but he felt that he should, at the very least, listen to it. It was tired, old, but comforting, as if an old friend of some kind. “That blade is the bane of hope, and the bringer of nightmare. Should you wield it, be prepared to take the life of any around you who wish to wield it,” the voice spoke, the words starting to become difficult to hear, as if speaking through a bad connection. “Do not use it on your friends, but only your enemies... should you … have … kill ...” and the voice simply became too difficult to hear, at that point. The wolf suddenly found himself within the stone tomb... and no closer to finding a way out. Meanwhile... “...He made his way out of the Shadow Realm. What is this warrior...?” WC: 822 KWC: 2418 TWC: 3807 |
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| Rem | May 4 2013, 05:51 AM Post #6 |
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An hour later, Rem finally stopped- breathing hard as he did so. Sweat was dripping down his body in buckets. He couldn't believe how absolutely vanquished he was from hsi exertions. Well, he guessed he could. He had been nearly tapped out when he had started his headlong flight, and flying at top speed for that amount of time really hadn't helped him any. What he really needed was a good meal with high calories, and some rest to get back his energy and strength. He stopped on a plateau in the middle of nowhere, outside the twin forests that were to his east and west. He wanted to have a nice position from which to scout from, to see if the dogs were getting close to him... And that seemed to work perfectly for the purpose. Sighing, Rem sat down on an ancient stone, shifting himself so that his butt was on the ground and the small opf his back was pressed agains the stone. Almost immediately he wanted to just fall asleep, but he knew he needed to eat, and rubbed his hands in his eyes to stay awake. He reached into his utility belt, pulling free a set of dyno caps that he kept just for emergency situations like this that he had gotten himself into. He was just another half hour or so away from where the Kanassan colony tribe would be, another five minutes passed that and he could get to his own ship- but that wasn't even an option. He had to take care of the dogs at least, and then see about getting that Dragon Ball back. He still had no idea what the hell a black dragon ball meant, escpesially when it had five stars, and yet seemed to be the only one on this entire planet. Perhaps someone somewhere else knew something more, and he would have to find out in time, but for the nonce he was just about as tired as a man could get and just wanted to sleep. Pulling his scouter off, and setting his scouter to start beeping if it sensed an energy signl that got within a five mile perimeter around him, the Namekian slid the rest of the way down the stump. He let the dyno cap button press, an soon he was holding a box full of various fruit bars and shit that he could eat. he ripped into the first one, barely pausing between the bites of it and the next three to even breath, much less consider slowing down. He kept on, eating more and more of the bars, slowly beginning to fell that emptyness within him fill up. After a while, he decided he was done, and tossed the rest of what remained to the side beside him, scooted the rest of the way down the log, turned himself over, and closed his eyes as he attempted to fall into a deep sleep. He never even saw it coming, geting sucked into the warm embrace of unconsciousness even before he realized it was happening to him. Hours passed while Rem slept, regathering his energy and the natural processes that his bode needed to go through to get energy from the energy bars or whatever. Well, it turned out Rem was right. The dogs weren't going to give him a break until the situation was completely resolved. He figured this all out when he was awoken by the sound of his scouter beeping beside him. It was going off slow at first, just letting him know that there was one or two ;energy signatures in the distance that were of concern. Then, it seemed to get more and more insistent. That was when Rem was awoken, when it began to beep that there were a half dozen signals, closing faster, and faster upon him. Rem awoke then, he got to his feet... And then stod against the hounds. They battled for long minutes, but eventually Rem succeeded in killing the fuckers. He had gained just abit of energy from the foood and the nap, but it was enough for him to overcome them, finally. With that completed, Rem sighed in relief. Then, he went to bed. This time he would sleep long and hard before he was awoken at last. 717//2106//4524 |
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| Pierce | May 4 2013, 06:29 AM Post #7 |
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Gohan sat glumly on his bed, Gem of Telepathy in hand. He had practiced in the real world and against opponents in the Astral Realm for the last few days, and had been surprised to find he was astonishingly talented at Win’Kai. Flying around, unleashing a flurry of blows that weren’t too powerful, yet came in such quick succession that damage was a guarantee. He cut through opponents faster than he could have before, and it seemed that defeating King Cold might yet be a possibility. And yet he was wrong. Night after night he was confronted with another nightmare, in another setting, with a different King Cold. One night he would be invisible, and Gohan had no choice but to pathetically try to dodge as much as he could before he was killed off. The next there were hundreds of the Changeling, all surrounding the boy and crushing him in a wild attack. Each of the nightmares got progressively worse, and they all had the same, disturbing meaning: Gohan was completely powerless to stop whatever was going to happen in five weeks. He would be crushed and left for dead by the changeling King Cold. If it was even possible to prepare himself, he’d better step up his game. He groaned as he finally ran out of excuses. He needed to go to bed eventually. He knew he would have a nightmare, but in each one so far he had forgotten of the previous ones, feeling instead as if he was in the real world, on the day that was five weeks from now. Feeling as if he was actually in that situation, and his training had not prepared him well enough, was only adding to the horror. Gohan struggled to fall asleep, and he really didn’t have a problem with that. The longer he had to wait before going into that world, the better. Yet, the sooner he fell to sleep, the sooner he would be up in the morning ready to prepare himself more. Eventually sleep did overtake him though, and this nightmare was just as terrible as the rest. This time the Supreme Commander of the Planet Trade Organisation had a more demonic appearance to him: Somehow even taller than before, his horns had become larger and more pointed. The expensive red cape that had decorated the monster’s back was now in shreds upon the ground, and glistening saliva seeped out of its mouth. There were huge fangs visible, protruding from his lips. Unlike the second nightmare Gohan’s attacks did not go this fiend. But, despite making contact, they left almost no visible damage. The changeling’s attacks on Gohan, on the other hand, were devastating. His limbs were ripped from him one by one, until even his head was cut off. This did not mean the end of the dream, however, as from his severed head Gohan was still able to watch as the pieces of the rest of his body were ripped to even tinier shreds by the clawed beast. Eventually it was over, or so it seemed. As normal Gohan woke covered in his own sweat, the moonlight coming through his window making him groan as he realised the night was not over, and plenty of turning the pillow over and trying to get in a comfortable position over the pool of sweat he had created for the next few hours was to come. But almost immediately after getting up the boy’s attention was stolen by a strange humming sound. Sitting up, he was surprised to find that, on the floor next to his bed, a there was a huge hole in the carpet. Not something that had been somehow cut, but…it was a portal. A glowing purple circle that, looked into, showed the image of a strange dark land. What the hell? Getting out of bed and looking closely Gohan found that the land in the portal was very similar to that of his nightmares. However, the sky was black save for the occasional pulse of purple running through it. Like with all of his nightmares so far, Gohan for some reason did not suspect at all he could be in one right now, instead assuming this was some sort of real anomaly in the waking world. His curiosity got the better of him and the Psychic Master jumped over the hole, falling into the portal to some other strange realm. In a flash he had disappeared and, although he was still falling, he was now in some sort of vertical purple tunnel. The walls were made of purple energy, kind of like ki. In another flash he was out of the tunnel, and on the ground in the strange realm he had seen through the purple. The sky seemed even blacker now that he was here, the waves of purple almost lost in its darkness. The waterfall and river he usually saw were now red, and the grass beneath his feet was a lifeless grey colour. A long moaning distracted him and the Half Saiyan turned around to find some sort of culmination of all his nightmares so far. The demonic King Cold he had just dealt with was here, but now there were at least fifty of them. They were bunched together so tightly that they were phasing into each other, showing that in addition to being the demonic King Colds from before they had the phasing powers of the second nightmare. Gohan’s attacks would go right through them. All of the pack except for one suddenly disappeared. They had the invisibility powers from one of the other nightmares as well, it seemed. There was a few seconds of pause as the one remaining changeling stared right at him, and then Gohan was attacked from all directions. He screamed as he was stabbed, punched and blasted by opponents he couldn’t see in a never-ending barrage. After only a few seconds he had been brought to within an inch of his life by opponents he couldn’t see. Even if he could see them, it would mean nothing because his attacks went right through them. And even if he could suddenly hit them, these ones were so strong that any attacks would mean absolutely nothing. And even if he somehow became powerful enough to kill one of them, there were fifty and for all he knew an indefinite number more could generate. If he had the energy he would have chuckled through the massive number of attacks he was taking at once. Even one of these layers of futility would have made it impossible for him to win…and yet there were multiple. How did a changeling even have these powers? Invisibility…some sort of super deca form…phasing of some kind…so much power that even a powerful Saiyan’s strikes could be shrugged off…come to think about it, all of these traits were the ones he had been forced to deal with in his nightmares…There had been a phasing King Cold, an invisible one… “Wait!” Gohan yelled. He felt his voice echo for some reason. All at once the attacks stopped, and the Half Saiyan was instantly healed back to full strength despite being practically dead just a second ago. “This isn’t real!” Again it had clicked. The Half Saiyan had come to the realisation that this couldn’t possibly be real. And with it, partial control over this land that he now realised was his own mind was developing. “You…” He said quietly, looking in a circle around him where he knew those fucking changelings were. “You are not invisible!” He turned his voice up to a shout as he said this, and as he did all of the King Cold clones around him were visible again. Shock was on many of their faces, as the representation of Gohan’s very subconscious itself. “You may not phase! You are only one changeling, not fifty!” As he said that last one all of the changelings around Gohan vanished again, not invisible this time but dead. He smiled and walked towards the final demonic King Cold with a determined air about him. “You are NOT stronger than me!” He yelled. Right before his eyes the monster shrunk and its demonic features faded away. Its fangs receded, its horns shortened themselves again, and his royal cape returned. A strong wind blew between the two fighters as they stood facing each other. Then Gohan disappeared, using Speed teleport to move twenty metres away from his foe. “Let’s fight,” he said, smiling and getting into the Tiger Claw Stance. King Cold moved into his own stance, and the two faced off. Gohan had quickly developed skill with Win’Kai, and now he showed that off. Like the wind itself he fluttered about, launching vicious flurries and strikes and then retreating before his opponent could retaliate. King Cold tried to fight back at least somewhat, but for the most part was overwhelmed. Slowly he began to visibly weaken. Bruises formed along his body and blood trickled down from a few areas. Meanwhile, Gohan remained relatively untouched. Finally the fight seemed to be more or less over. The Saiyan and the Changeling stood across from each other. Determination was in Gohan’s eyes while desperation displayed itself in those of King Cold. Before Gohan could deliver the final blow, however, he woke up again. He had come to terms with the fact he had been in a dream, but waking up was still surprising to him. Sunlight shone through the window, and for once he actually felt well rested. The Half Saiyan smiled, finally coming to terms with what his subconscious was trying to tell him: He could defeat King Cold, he just had to understand what strengths his opponent had and deal with them. Otherwise they would overpower him with advantages they didn’t really even have. Or something like that, anyway. He could think about it as the day went on. He continued to train, but not how he had before. It wasn’t the worried attempts at self-evaluation he had experienced after losing to the Cosmic Empire, nor was it the desperate attempts to prepare himself from King Cold he had been going through for the past few years. He was still training in Win’Kai, but now it was more so he didn’t neglect training than it was to be ready to fight King Cold. He was ready to fight, or at least he would definitely be ready when the time came. Or there was to do now as to stick to his schedule, and the Supreme Commander of the Planet Trade Organisation would be going down. 1,772/1,772/6,296 |
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| Android 16 | May 4 2013, 07:08 AM Post #8 |
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Santa's Little Helper
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"Why am I here?" Gohan asked aloud as he stood, alone, in the middle of an empty clearing. He'd never even heard of this world before coming here, appearing in the midst of a crowded city full of tall, scaled, green skinned aliens that he had learned where called Kanassans- the prime race of this world. Apparently, they were still in Avalonian space. They, of course, being Gohan and the titan Cronus, who was almost entirely in control of the boy these days. He found it hard to resolve that fact. On the one hand, he hated letting anyone else have control over his life, actions, or fate. On the other, whatever iit was that the eye of cronus did, it was enough to give him the foresight and power to either stay one step ahead of those who would come for him, or to kill them. That wasn't to say it didn't get him into trouble. Over and over Gohan was pulled along on the whims of the eye, forced to do the bidding of his 'master'. Most of those biddings tended to be getting into a fight with strong foes, and then murdering them oncee the battle was over. Somehow, Gohan always seemed to be just strong enough to take on whoever he was fighting for Cronus. It was almost as if the thing had a list of people, and was sending Gohan after them one by one as he became strong enough to take on one or another. The question he had was why exactly he was here... It was as if he was being given some time off. He had been here for a day now, and not once had he felt the pull of the Titan, xrawing him somewhere to do something or other. He had left the city as soon as he was able, leaving and heading off to the forest before finding this clearing. He didn't want to be in town with all those people, didn't want to deal with all the buistle and the noise of civilization. Too much had happened, when he got a moment Gohan just wanted to be alone with his thoughts, to consider his actions, his path, where he was and where he might be going- not geographically, but in spirit and mind. Gohan sat down, closing his eyes and delving into his own mind. He wasn't much for meditation, but once in a great while it was something he liked to give a go at. He harkened himself back to the time when he had first met the Titan. It had been on a rocky, craggy world that Maverick had sent him too. Apparently, many years before someone had managed to at least defeat the Titan. Whoever it had been must have been a hell of a warrior. Gohan couldn't even consider such strength. No one he had ever met would have had that strength. The guy was... insanely powerful. he had seemed to defeat Gohan without even the first bit of effort. 504//504//6800 |
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| Android 16 | May 4 2013, 07:29 AM Post #9 |
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Darkness... that was what Gohan remembered the msot. He remembered being stuck in the darkness for an eternity. There had been nothing at first, not even existence, not even the thought that he might exist. But... after a while he had come to sense some sort of semblance of his mind. The darkness had been his world, had been everything for an eternity and longer. That was where and when he had met Uranus... The father of the titans. There, the man... the being, the... God... had told him a story that Gohan had found nearly uneblievable. Apparently, millions of years ago there had been a few forces of nature that had existed before any mortals. Those things had multiplied, ahd created more of themselves, had budded into minor, less figures... Those figures had been known as the titans. Knowing that the Titans were skewed, crooked figures the father of the titans, Uranus, had eaten his own sons and daughters, taking them unto himself so as to keep them from the universe. Only... the plan back fired for him. Within him, they had taken more of his power, had become stronger, and in time, one of them had come to the forefront of the others, and had broken free. That titan, Cronus, had joined with the others and they had managed to defeat Uranus and the others, had become the supreme beings of the universe. Cronus had taken his own father into himself, but having learned from the others mistakes, and done so in a way that would have kept him alone, without gaining any of his power- constantly draining his over the eons. For millions, billions of years that had happened... Until Uranus was nothing, Cronus was the god of gods... But in time, even that had passed away. The titans had been, in turn, defeated by the otthers. The olympians. But Cronus had never been defeated, simply locked upon that craggy world. That was where Cronus had stayed for the last few million yers. In time the olymnpians had fallen from power as well, been replaced by others, who were replaced by others, on and on down the line. Now... Now it was a universe owned and run by mortals. Cronus, however, had found an opening in gohan- and now he was trying to break free once more, to make of himself something once more. That much was obvious. Gohan awoke from his meditations, knowing that he was a tool for one of the ancients gods of this universe... Well, at least it would be an adventure. 424//928//7224 |
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