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| Goten [w] vs Kakarot [l] [nosteal]; Ref: Chishan | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 13 2013, 01:39 AM (627 Views) | |
| Towa | Nov 13 2013, 01:39 AM Post #1 |
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The Bloody Eye beat relentlessly down upon the backs of the slaves tilling the fields outside one of the smaller farming communities on the planet. An inhospitable planet, Vegeta could not sustain leafy planet life with the exception of several pockets of decent climate. Thus it was that the denizens of Planet Vegeta, or more accurately their slaves, tilled the earth in order to plant root-based vegetables and fruits that draw nutrients from the surprisingly rich soil. But Goten wasn’t here for a lesson on the ins and outs of farming on a conquered battleground, nor was he here for an archaeology lesson but the dozen stone Tuffle temples within his field of view would have been suitable for that as well. No, Goten and his brother, Gohan were here for just one reason. Their father. Kakarot had fathered the twins some thirteen years previously, but until recently Goten had been unaware that there was a twin brother. Gohan was a clown; not worthy of the family name where Goten had been raised from a young age in the ways of battle that were the foundation of Saiyan history and culture. There was hope for the older twin; recently developments had seen the duo enlist in the army for real and Goten had begun to see that there was indeed Kakarot’s blood flowing through his brother’s veins. What was to come would test that theory, for the twins had issued a challenge to none other than their father himself. There were rumours abound that the almighty Chaos, Regent of the Cosmic Empire, would be making an appearance but Goten had learned long ago that rumours and myths could not be stabbed or broken and were thus irrelevant to his here and now. As a slight breeze swirled around the assembled trio, Goten found himself thankful for his Damaskian armour and its climate control. During training he had been the subject of much mockery about his alien tech, but the suit of armour had been granted to him because of his achievements and nothing short of military glory would make him wear something else. There was still cosmetic damage to the deep green armour where the Shadowguard insignia had been destroyed, with the only identifying mark remaining the nameplate that bore the codename, Darkstar. Goten’s armoured hand found his sword, the blade sliding noiselessly from its sheath as it was freed in preparation for the first attack. Kakarot used no weapons of any kind and Goten was anxious to demonstrate to his father that he was a worthy as a swordsman as well as an unarmed combatant. Such things should not have bothered him, but there was a vast portion of the teenager’s unconscious mind that strived for his father’s acceptance. As he rose up into the air with the assistance of the amulet around his neck, Goten felt the breeze on his face intensify. He was releasing the suppression of his energy to its base unpowered level, all the while wondering if Kakarot would be impressed by how far he had come since they parted ways. Now was the time to find out. The teenage Saiyan walked towards his father, half-tilled ground crunching beneath his boots as slaves scattered before him. In the face of the awesome powers arrayed before them, all of the slaves had retreated inside the small hut that served as their sleeping quarters while they were working here. A slight flare of his aura caused the structure to topple and sent the slaves scurrying for natural forms of cover like field mice after their haystack was set on fire. The memory made Goten grin, but he made no attempt to move faster. When at last he was in front of his father, Goten bared his teeth in an evil grin before striking out at his father with an overhead slash. This was no ordinary sword slash, however, for appearing almost at the same time were six other identical slashes, each aimed at a different point on Kakarot’s body. They targeted his flanks, his neck and various points on his legs and torso in order to cripple the legendary Saiyan before the fight even started. The sword sang through the air at the culmination of the attack, disappearing silently into its scabbard in preparation for the next attack. Calling upon his mastery of ki, Goten split into two individual beings, each one indistinguishable from the other and each one possessing four arms instead of two. Both attacked in a rush, with the illusion aiming a head butt at Kakarot’s face in order to obscure his vision while the true Goten kicked out at his father’s left kidney before moving behind him in order to attempt a hammer blow to the back of his head. Next the illusion took up a position on the left flank and fired two quick punches at Kakarot’s temple while true Goten attempted to knee him in the flank and in the back with successive strikes. The last of Goten’s four-armed attacks came in a flurry, with illusion and true self appearing to merge and all eight arms swinging power punches at a different part of Kakarot’s torso and head. As half of the arms faded to nothing, Goten and his illusion both kicked out from opposite sides, with the illusion aiming for the side of the skull and Goten aiming for the hip bone. With the illusion fading from view, Goten sprang to a position in front of his father and aimed a quick one-two punch combo at either side of his father’s chin. Word Count: 932
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| Bardock | Nov 13 2013, 06:21 PM Post #2 |
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[Zenkai, Battle Recorder + Technique Scanner Base, PL: 315,456] Their meeting was long overdue. Rumors of Kakarot's offspring on his home planet having finally reached his ears, he prepared to meet them. He could have watched their every move from afar, but chose the lazier route and just left them alone. They all lived in a universe where everyone had either a twin or had allies who possessed the ability of resurrection, so paying them any mind would have likely been for nothing anyway. He had died and come back more than once, and it was likely that his sons had gone through a similar experience. The exception so far was Gohan, who seemed to have dopplegangers everywhere. That much idiocy had to be put to an end. The only Gohan he had willingly acknowledged was long gone. Goten better have some brains or I'm getting a vasectomy. How his doppleganger sons had been named (or conceived) was a mystery to the Saiyan warrior. His time had been spent kicking ass and getting his ass kicked all in the name of... stuff over the past decade or so. Even before joining Chaos, Vegeta and Brosiris, he had been a very busy man. Countless battles had been fought and most of which had taken place far from Earth. Word reached him about a pair of enemies to the Empire fighting on Mortoseth and that's where he went. Unfortunately, he had arrived too late to eliminate them, but was fortunate enough to find out that he had a family reunion to attend back home. Jordan can wait. Jordan had been his most recent opponent and his turn to die was coming up soon. The bastard half-breed had taken what didn't belong to him and left Kakarot to lay shamefully in the dirt. It was one thing to lose a fight. It was an entirely different thing to lose a fight at home and then get beaten to the point you couldn't even hold on to the one thing you were supposed to keep out of his hands. He won't be waiting long. Finally back in the moment, he found himself already equipped for a one man war. Donning the brand new Damaskian armor that Chaos had sent him, he flexed and stretched until he felt comfortable enough to fight. He left his ship and secured his modified scouter over his eye, searching for a sign that his alleged son was nearby. Sure enough, he was close. In a single Superman-like bound, Kakarot found himself in a shitty slave pit of sorts. 'Shitty', meaning that the slaves smelled of shit and sweat and blood. It must have been a gay slave pit. And this is where my sons hang out? I'm definitely getting a vasectomy. Without much warning, Goten leapt at him with a sword in hand. He already showed that he lacked the finesse of a true swordsman and tactical fighter. Kakarot simply leaned his head over his right shoulder, letting the sword clash with his armor. Sparks flew for a moment, but then the half-breed recovered. Every slash appeared to have the ferocity of a fatherless child in need of a fatherly ass beating. It would come, and it would hurt Kakarot more than it would hurt his son. It wasn't out of a sense of parental necessity that the barrage of sword slashes connected when he allowed it, but it was just because Kakarot needed to test his armor's limits. Not bad. And then there were punches thrown. This particular style of fighting was what he enjoyed the most. It was common knowledge that Saiyans were hardheaded both literally and figuratively, so every punch thrown his way would not be as effective as it might have been against, say, a human. The kicks had much more sting to them, but his armor was brand new and holding up as well as he had hoped. His body was ready. The halfbreed had obviously been insecure in his ability to take his father on with a much more direct approach, what with his use of illusions and deception. "You have a lot to learn, kid," he said after being punched twice in the chin. He rubbed his face slowly, locking eyes with the doppleganger and ignoring the possibility that the other would show up. After a sly grin, he bent slightly at the knees and waist. His crimson and black aura swirled and danced around his form, tearing through the soil. He tucked his elbows to his sides and propelled himself forward, delivering a quick series of punches toward his opponent's midsection, never hitting the same spot twice. It was important to attack the body first, diminishing the power that would come with their next attack. Even if his own power wasn't at its best, he was still the smarter, more experienced fighter. The next barrage that Kakarot delivered went toward the young fighter's face. He attempted to cave in his eye sockets, cheek bones and jaw with three vicious punches to end his assault. The blows wouldn't kill the poor kid, but it would let him know who he was dealing with. If he wanted to fight out his abandonment issues, that was fine. However, that would be his undoing. Shit happens and you're supposed to move on. Kakarot had his own daddy issues to deal with and that was far worse than anything his doppleganger sons thought was going on with the three of them. I'm contradicting myself, but whatever. I can do that. The barrage now over, he leapt back to clear space between himself and Goten.
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| Towa | Nov 14 2013, 01:23 AM Post #3 |
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You have a lot to teach, thought Goten scathingly. Of course the Cosmic Butcher had mastered the many-arm technique. Of course he had. And as all eight arms sailed towards the young Saiyan’s stomach, he was struck by two realisations. The first was that the armour that Kakarot was relying so heavily on was the old model and the second was that he was faster than his father. It was this advantage in cognition that afforded Goten the chance to counter the oldest family member’s attack. In order to do so, he seized the power pole that was behind his back and extended it in order to project him above the flurry of punches. While he hovered in midair, Goten swung the pole with all his might at the back of his father’s head in the hope that the old man would see stars. You missed me. There was little time for gloating, for the Cosmic Butcher was seemingly determined to land himself a hit as he advanced upon Goten with eight arms whirling like the blades of a blender. The ground beneath the young warrior cracked apart as he set himself in a stance, spider-webs of disrupted ground extending out from each foot like a broken window. And when at last the attack arrived, Goten did nought but smile maniacally at his father. He gave the same treatment to both combos, for both were aimed at his face and the lack of any sort of reaction would hopefully give his father something to think about. “You have a lot to learn, Father.” With that, Goten leaned in close as if to headbutt his father in the chin, but instead of connecting with his forehead, he released a great gout of fire at the armoured chest of the Saiyan legend. Let him cook inside his out-dated piece of technology. Staying in the same position, Goten leaned back to fire an uppercut at his father’s chin that would make the older Saiyan’s teeth rattle if it connected. Word Count: 343
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| Bardock | Nov 16 2013, 02:48 AM Post #4 |
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He's a slick, disrespectful little shit. Kakarot couldn't help but give a mental nod to Goten's ability handle himself. The young halfbreed was a natural. Had he not been half human, it was possible that he could have been an even stronger warrior. As it was, he was still half human and half the kid with half the skill that Kakarot had around his age. The only way to make him better was to push him to his absolute limit and gauge his performance from then on. If he did well, he might live. Possibly. Son of a bitch. It wasn't often that he fought someone that used two weapons. When Goten leapt over his head, he instinctively shielded the back of his neck with his arm. It proved somewhat effective when the pole skimmed off his arm but still hit the back of his head. The throbbing that followed was made insignificant by the one attack that everyone in the universe knew – Fire Breath. He really needed to develop a way to handle it better. Until then, he pushed off his feet and leapt into the sky, barely avoiding his son's hot breath. It was then that he felt the sting of the uppercut that glanced off his chin. "I'll teach you a thing or two while you're still conscious, kid," he said from above and looked down with a venomous stare. Without another word, he dove down at a forty-five degree angle and drove his left elbow toward Goten's nose. He wouldn't give him a chance to recover, so he went for his ankle and attempted to throw his son to the heavens and vanished from below in a white blur. He reappeared above his hopefully dazed son and slammed both fists toward his cheeks, one after the other and then went to grab him by his thick skull. He pulled his own head back before throwing forward with bone shattering force toward his son's forehead. Descending rapidly, he vanished once again and reappeared with his feet near his son's midsection. The Cosmic Butcher clenched his teeth and focused on repeatedly kicking in Goten's ribs until they both reached the ground. It's like riding a bike. Once he reached the ground, he flipped backwards and settled into a basic stance to better defend himself against whatever might come his way. He new it was only a matter of time before his other doppleganger son showed up to the family reunion. What was a family reunion without fireworks, though? A boring one. Even with all the fighting going on, fireworks of some kind was pretty much mandatory. He pointed both of his palms out toward Goten and unleashed a short volley of crimson Ki blasts. Each orb stretched from perfect spheres to ovals and whizzed loudly as they approached their target. We'll have brighter fireworks when the whole family is here.
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| Towa | Nov 18 2013, 09:12 PM Post #5 |
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One can only hope that you turn out to be a better teacher and warrior than father. Jury’s still out on that one. The explosion of speed took Goten by surprise and snapped him out of his kid-with-Daddy-issues pout, though not quickly enough for him to do anything about the onslaught. As Kakarot’s elbow slammed into his face, it caught the plexi-glass of his scouter and diffused the impact of the attack sufficiently enough for the young Saiyan’s nose to remain intact, though he was now under no illusions as to who was stronger. The next series of events happened as impacts upon the armour that covered all of Goten’s body except the bottom half of his face, the young teen nought but a passenger as his Father demonstrated the skills that had earned him such a fearsome reputation. But the Cosmic Butcher wasn’t content with simply laying into his forgotten son; his ki flared momentarily before stabilising in the form of several orbs of concentrated energy. Though classified at a fundamental level as far as Goten’s rudimentary military training was concerned, they still stung like a dozen eagle-wasp stings when they made contact. But make contact they did, as Goten took a knee and crossed his arms over his face to ensure that the attacks didn’t hit the exposed flesh where his mouth was. From this position and even before the smoke cleared, Goten was on the move. A mere thought was all that was required to activate the shoulder mounted grenade launcher in order to launch a grenade with a slow-absorption immobilising agent that would slow his father down a little. Even as the grenade was flying through the air, Goten was taking the antidote by way of his armour’s connection to his body. For a race of cowards, the Damaskians really had outdone themselves with this technology. My turn. With dust trailing behind him like the tail of a comet, Goten launched himself at his father and aimed to return some of the favour by smashing him in the bridge of the nose with the armoured point of his elbow. He followed up by a quick chop at the throat and a left-handed flick with his middle finger at the sensitive point of Kakarot’s nose in the hope that it would connect and cause his eyes to water. With the old man potentially distracted, Goten aimed to seize him by the back of the neck and introduce his face to the right knee clad in brand new albeit battle-scarred Damaskian greaves. Word Count: 425
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| Bardock | Nov 21 2013, 04:04 AM Post #6 |
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The onslaught was delivered with brutal precision. In response, a familiar grenade exploded over Kakarot and seeped into his exposed skin. His joints ached and refused to move as fluidly as normal, allowing his doppleganger son to mount an attack. All he could do was weather the storm and wait for another opening. Unfortunately, it cost him a bloodied nose, difficulty breathing and a massive headache. He crashed violently into the ground, tumbling and twisting for several yards before coming to a rolling stop. I like where this is going. He stretched out on the ground and jumped to his feet. With as much speed as he could muster, he dove forward with each fist cocked back. He sent his right fist in an overhand slam toward the bridge of Goten's nose and the other fist up toward his gut. The idea was to keep Goten off balance and having to keep guessing where every blow would be delivered. This was a lesson that he had learned the hard way many years ago, albeit under more extreme conditions. Let's see what he's made of now. Kakarot was still eye level with Goten's midsection when he twisted his torso and swung his right leg back. Hoping that Goten was expecting a kick, he sent forth a left hook toward his ribs. His knuckles crackled with crimson Ki just a moment before closing in on its target. The explosive punch would hopefully force Goten to suck in his gut and therefore leaving his head undefended. Once the punch was pulled back, his leg surged forward toward Goten's temple. "Detonate!" he called out, focusing his energy into an explosive kick. The momentum of his kick took him for a spin before he settled on the ground in a slight daze. His fist and foot smoked as if he had tried to swat and stomp a fire out, and it gave him an idea. He raised a hand and instantly, a black grenade's handle was hooked over his fingers and resting in his palm. He grinned and violently slammed it downward over Goten's head, making sure he felt the full effect of the grenade. Black smoke filled the air after a loud pop. Even though the custom made grenade would not affect him, Kakarot jumped back to once again clear space between himself and Goten.
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| Towa | Nov 21 2013, 06:15 PM Post #7 |
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A broken and bloody Kakarot was surprisingly nimble as he picked himself up off the inhospitable Vegeta ground. Goten had succeeded in drawing blood and obtained no small amount of visceral satisfaction from watching it drip down his father’s face. He was the bastard child of a legend and that legend had just been sent crashing to the ground. Goten aimed to inflict many more sources of pain upon his father before this fight was done. The Cosmic Butcher charged at his son, telegraphing his attack sufficiently that Goten was able to snap his sword into an overhand guard in order to stop the overhead fist smash cold and deftly redirect the gut-punch to the side where it would do him no harm. Unfortunately, he was not so agile in response to the next series of attack. Though not completely sold on the kick-feint, it posed a substantial enough threat that he was forced to move his body in such a way that he could defend against it if it eventuated. The movements required made it impossible for the young Saiyan to get out of the way to the punch that did eventuate and it necessitated that he move his arm across in order to stop the attack with his armoured forearm. Even with the newest technology in the galaxy, Goten still felt the shockwave go through the armour and travel up his arm. In what was nothing if not ironic, Kakarot’s next attack came as a mirror of the first and as such Goten paid nowhere near enough mind to the oncoming foot. When it became obvious that ignoring it as a feint was folly, the young Saiyan tried to duck, instinctively protecting his face with his arm. The movement was sufficient only to intercept the attack and the resulting explosion sent Kakarot’s son skittering across the surface of the planet away from the farm. When at last the boy raised his head, he was greeted with an explosion that made his vision swim and his head feel as though he had the worst hangover in the history of hangovers. But as Kakarot increased the distance between the two, Goten knew that he needed to drag himself to his feet and shake off the soporific effects of the grenade. He did so by rising into the air in order to give himself a bird’s eye view of the man who was his father. Peering through the scouter attached to his helmet, Goten took in everything about his father’s current position in order to determine the best angle of attack. He decided that the best thing to do would be to rain down upon the man from directly above and that was exactly what he did. Several blasts of energy were conjured and fired in the blink of an eye, raining down upon the Saiyan legend from several different angles in order to maximise their effectiveness and minimise the chances of missing. Even as the energy rain was falling, Goten gathered the energy for his next attack in the fingertips of his right hand. He did a loop, taking advantage of the fact that the smoke from his attack would obscure his movements. Taking care to ensure that the sun was behind him and would thus obscure him from being seen by his father’s eyes, Goten flew in an angle towards his father’s front and fired the atomic beam at the centre of the elder warrior’s chest. Once the beam was gone, he floating up into the air, ensuring that the fight would progress on his terms and not his father’s. Word Count: 601
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| Towa | Nov 24 2013, 06:37 PM Post #8 |
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When the smoke cleared, Goten could detect no movement from his father, save for the occasional twitch of his leg or arm. There was a smoking hole in his stomach where the atomic blast had burned its way through, but that shouldn’t have been enough to take down a warrior such as his father. Perhaps it was a trick? Could the mighty Kakarot be playing possum in order to strike when his son least expected it? According to the information that Goten had gleaned from the archives when he wasn’t a party to their destruction, it was exactly the sort of thing the Cosmic Butcher would do. He shared that much with his youngest son at least. But with each passing moment, the youngest member of the family became more and more convinced that his father wasn’t faking. Which begged the question of how he came to be defeated so easily? There must be something else; something unseen that was plaguing his father to the point where he was defeated by an upstart. The more the feeling took root, the more hollow Goten’s victory became until he felt the need to punt his father in the ribs to alleviate some of his frustration. “Why didn’t you fight better!” he screamed at the unmoving face of the man who was his father. He seized Kakarot by the shoulders and shook him bodily, screaming gibberish in his face like a madman at the end of his desperate rope. It was at this point that something strange happened. Goten caught a glimpse of something in his father’s mind: a vision from a time not long past. Kakarot was attacked from behind and robbed by another Saiyan. That this battle was at the front of his mind could not be a coincidence. The other Saiyan had weakened Goten’s father and made him unable to put up the fight that his son so desperately needed in order to prove himself. The young Saiyan even knew the name of the Saiyan responsible. Jordan. Word Count: 337
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