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| Ox King | Aug 13 2016, 10:58 AM Post #1 |
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The sound of whirring engines and firing guns echoed across the open plain. Engines, guns, and laughter. It was a deep, rumbling laughter that rolled across the plains and sent shivers down the tank crews' spines. There were at least twenty tanks, but now there were eighteen. Seventeen. Sixteen. With all the guns firing the battlefield was covered in smoke, obscuring their vision. He was among them, in the smoke, and they were being eliminated one by one. The rumbling laughter was only growing in strength. And then from the smoke leapt the hulking great figure. It stood at least ten feet tall, its body covered in gold-plated armour, and donning a horned helmet and a red cape. This 'man' was moving fast for his incredible size. His exposed arms were muscled and glistening in the hot sun, his face a blur behind a mess of a beard. A fearsome axe swung left and right, crashing into one tank, and then moving onto another. Sparks and debris flew as the carnage unfolded. Deafening shrieks of metal and billows of smoke, and the ever-present rumbling laughter emanating from this monstrous being. One of the tanks finally managed to get a shot on target, the shell slamming into the giant's side. The helmeted man's frenzy was finally put on pause. The shell threw him off balance, and the laughter abruptly stopped as he growled in pain from the impact of the shell. He lowered a huge hand to rub his side, which now bore a nasty bruise. You would have hoped from a tank shell, however, there would be a bit more than a bruise. The giant of a man than began to snarl angrily, the short reprieve for the tanks and their crews was over. The frenzy began again, though this time more aggressive, with growling and snarling from the man-beast. The tank crew were wishing they could have the laughter back, for now his pace had increased considerably, the armoured hulk could be seen bounding about to and fro, his axe swinging wildly, cutting down all that it came in contact with. Field Commander Wallace had seen nothing like it. Before his eyes he witnessed another tank get sliced in half as this ogre jumped and crashed down upon it with his axe. At one point, he saw the monstrous assailant leave his axe lodged in one tank, while smashing through another with his bare fist. This was not the time to relent however, and on this occasion Wallace was determined that the Red Ribbon Army would not flee the enemy. "Do not falter men," came Wallace's voice across the intercom of the remaining tanks, "We do not surrender to craven beasts and madmen. Keep firing, he will fall!" Their enemy certainly heard Wallace's words, perhaps from the already-broken down tanks whose intercom systems were blaring out across the plains. Wallace knew his enemy had heard him, because the growling had stopped. And the laughter had begun again. They were now down to five tanks, and their assailant appeared to have no plans of ending his onslaught. Wallace breathed a heavy sigh. There was no way forward. His own tank was firing away at the huge target, but he was moving too fast, and there was too much risk of hitting their already depleted number of tanks. He watched with horror as the giant ripped open the top of one of the tanks, flinging out the people inside. He then threw his axe into another. And then jumped and crushed another under his feet. And then lifted one tank up and smashed it on the ground. And all of a sudden, Wallace found him and his crew alone. He grimaced, and swore. "We cannot surrender. I refuse it. I ref-" The tank hatch was torn open and Wallace had to squint as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight that now flooded the cabin. Wallace's eyes widened as a huge arm, nearly the breadth of the hatch itself, reached inside to grab him. He had no time to grab his pistol from his belt as he felt his body lifted out of the tank and into the light. He found himself staring face to face with a bearded, menacing looking giant, who firmly gripped him with one hand. "Red Ribbon has no place here," he growled. "I am the Ox King, and you are crossing into my land. Leave, and never come back." ----------- That was a better time, decades ago. A time when people respected him. A time when he wasn't powerless to do the right thing, to provide for his family, to make ends meet. A time when his castle hadn't been burned down and his treasures lost. A time when he was able to fight, defeat most any foe and have the glory of being a warrior-king. Now Ox was the 'king' of a small shack. His riches were gone, as was his land, as was his strength, as was his pride. His muscles were not what they used to be, his body and mind had seen the effects of time and the curse of age. Oh he'd still put on a smile and pretend to be content, as people always do. They never are. Ox turned on the kettle, hearing the familiar click as the water began to gurgle within the metal pot. He stood in a kitchen that was far too small for him, and found himself hunching inside his small house. As he turned around to the sink his back collided with a cupboard and plates fell to the kitchen floor with a loud smash. Ox grumbled something and crouched down to pick up the broken pieces, pulling the bin closer to throw it into. As he picked up one of the shards, he caught his finger on the edge of one and cut himself. He stared at the blood dripping from his finger for a few seconds, it only lightly stung, but he should still probably do something about it. He stood up again, well, as much as he could in this tiny room, and opened a drawer next to the sink to find a plaster. What has my life become? Ox found the plaster and wrapped it around the cut finger. He then finished picking up the broken pieces, and took a large mug from a cupboard, lumped a teaspoon of instant coffee inside and poured the now boiled water. Ox then went and sat down on his sofa that was also too small for him. It was designed for three people, but barely fit him alone. He wore glasses now, a white shirt and a little horned hat to signify something of what he once was. He put his mug to one side, and turned his palms upwards and gazed at his hands. The lines and wrinkles had grown more pronounced, clearly having seen many years, as had his whole body. His muscles weren't what they used to be either, and years of inactivity had meant he continued to gain weight - just not in the right places. Ox sighed and picked up his mug again to drink. He had seen good years, as well as the bad. This was the lot of everyone, wasn't it? So he had lost his wealth, he still had a something of a home, didn't he? And he still had some old friends, friends he hadn't seen in years, mind you, but they were still around somewhere. And he had family, well, his daughter, Chi Chi and her family, who were also around somewhere. Then why did he feel so restless? Was this just the natural feeling of anyone approaching old age? The regrets, the things that never were, the things that should have been, the things that shouldn't have been. He raised a hand to scratch his beard, and stared blankly at the white wall in front of him. Ox smiled to himself as he imagined what his late wife would say. She had passed away shortly after the birth of his daughter, and would not have tolerated his current melancholy mood. "Pick up your axe, go outside and cheer yourself up, go do something, I don't know, kill something!" Well, she wasn't the most conventional wife, Ox chuckled to himself, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. She wouldn't have let him fall into these years of inactivity either, where he pretended to be 'content' with what he had and to stop training, and stop seeking adventure, and to stop seeking glory. Now he was just a foolish old man, full of regret. Past his prime. "There you go again, feeling sorry for yourself. That doesn't achieve anything. Oh my love you were born for more than this, stop lying to yourself." There was her voice again, Ox could remember it as if it were only yesterday. Back when she was alive, he had a rough spot where his castle had burned down, much like it had now, but with her encouragement and resolve they rebuilt what they had and increased their wealth. Those were her words, and if she was still alive they wouldn't be much different. Ox spoke, though there was no one else in the room. "Maybe you are right, my dear. But it is too late now." WC: 1,557 |
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| Ox King | Aug 13 2016, 01:38 PM Post #2 |
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Ox was on his way back from the groceries. He had managed somewhat successfully to remove himself from the prior more melancholy state of being he had found himself in. He had grown rather experienced at detaching himself from his memories, and he now enjoyed the sunlight caressing his face and beard. Others were also out enjoying the sunshine, and it was a generally happy mood around him, which helped a great deal. There was a gentle breeze, and the street was lined with trees among the houses. Birds were chirping, children were playing. Ox closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. At least, for now, in this moment, he could enjoy himself. Forget about his troubles, his regrets, his long-gone ambitions. In this moment, Ox could spend eternity. In this moment, Ox could, at least for a little while, feel free. "Hey fatass! Move out the way!" Ox was suddenly wrenched from this short reprieve as he heard the voice from behind him. A group of teenagers were skateboarding, and barged past Ox as they came by. Each of them laughed derisively as they used Ox as an anchor to push themselves onwards to go faster. They did not have the strength to knock Ox over, but the continual pushes were enough for him to lose his balance and have to correct himself, though fortunately not drop any of his groceries. He stared on in disbelief as they sped away. Was there no respect left in this world? His fingers curled into fists as his brain processed what had just happened. Would the Ox King have stood for this insolence? came a thought, The Ox King is dead, he shot back. He watched as the boys became more and more distant, before turning a corner and disappearing out of sight. The others in street did not seem to notice, and carried on with what they were doing. They were not really close enough to have witnessed what had taken place. Ox looked downwards towards the floor, and continued to walk back home. What had happened to him? Another place, another time, this would never have happened. No one would have dared disrespect him in such a manner. As Ox walked, he felt little drops of water falling on his head and arms. He looked up to see grey clouds approach, and the sun slowly blocked out. Well that's just great. He did not have an umbrella, and muttered something as the rain got heavier. His pace increased, as others too began heading indoors, and his shirt was quickly becoming drenched. For crying out loud. The streets were now wet and shimmering in the little sunlight that remained. As he walked past the local bank, he stopped in his tracks as he remembered he needed to withdraw more of what little money he had left. And it would provide some much needed shelter from this blasted rain. Ox entered to find a small queue to the front booths where clerks were waiting to help their customers. The bank was a fairly modest building, with a polished wooden interior that boasted of a sense of frugality combined with reliability. Ox waited in the queue, and watched outside as the rain only increased in intensity. Well, he could just wait here until it died down. Eventually it was Ox's turn to see one of the clerks. He approached one of the booths to find a small middle-aged red-haired woman with pursed lips, wearing fashionable glasses and raising her eyebrows as she looked Ox up and down. She wore a dark purple suit, star-shaped earrings and a necklace. "And how can I help you today, sir?" "I'd like to make a withdrawal." "Name?" "Ox." He had not registered himself with the bank as Ox King, for he was not king of anything. "Right... very specific. One moment." She began typing away at her keyboard, and her eyebrows furrowed as she squinted at the screen. She looked back at Ox, and her eyes betrayed a look of pity, "Mr Ox, I'm sorry, but we cannot process this request." "What? Why?" Though Ox had a feeling he knew what the answer was. "Your account is in the negative. You are currently in debt to us, I'm sorry." Ox clenched his fists again, and looked away from the clerk, he could not bear this humiliation. He murmured a thanks and turned to leave. So what now? He had not yet been able to find a job, and now had nothing left. Ox was finding his day going from bad to worse. The wisdom of decades of living on this Earth allowed him to shrug his shoulders and think, That's life. Ox tried to comfort himself, Well at least my day can't get any worse. He was suddenly interrupted in his thoughts however as he found his exit suddenly blocked, by an individual in a black martial arts gui. He had short black hair, and piercing blue eyes. The figure extended his palms, and glowing white balls of energy began to form above them. The orbs sizzled threateningly, the figure remained silent, staring at Ox, and then looking around at the rest of the bank. "This is a robbery. Everyone remain calm. No one has to die. Just take me to the vault." The bank security guard was the first to move, who was just a few metres away from the figure, immediately drawing his pistol. Before he could even raise the pistol to aim at the martial artist however, one of the white orbs was already well on its way. The security guard widened his eyes in horror, and could only let out a yelp as the white orb flew towards his chest at blinding speed. The orb had no intention of stopping. The martial artist smirked as the orb tore through the guard's chest, and kept travelling, before looping around and returning to hover above his palm. The clerk who Ox had been talking to let out a scream as she came to terms with what she had just witnessed. "Everyone remain calm, or you will suffer the same fate." came the voice of the martial artist again. The customers clearly were not calm, but none of them dared to open their mouths in protest. Ox was also in shock as he saw what happened to the security guard, but his shock soon turned to anger. "You picked the wrong day to rob this bank." "Oh yes, big man? And what are you going to do?" The orbs hovering around the martial artist's palms began to spin quicker and more threateningly, raring to launch themselves at Ox. It was a good question of course. What was Ox going to do? He could barely control ki himself, even back in his prime this would have been no easy fight. What could he possibly expect to accomplish? At the same time, he could not let this security guard's death go unanswered, and this man escape. He felt a deep sense of pity for the poor man who was just doing his job, and did not want to see anyone else get hurt. The martial artist stepped closer to Ox, his smirk only growing wider. The white orbs sizzled and spat out energy as if they were alive themselves and were desperate to attack Ox. The martial artist continued to walk towards Ox until he was just a few inches away from him. Ox stood at over ten feet, while the martial artist was around six. The robber then smirked again, and lifted himself into the air by harnessing his ki, an ability Ox lacked, to float up and speak to Ox face to face, mere inches away from his face. "So we've got a hero do we? Who do you think you are?" "I'm not a hero. I'm a man who just found out he has nothing to lose." Instinct took over as Ox burst into action. His head slammed forward, smashing into the robber's face with a crack as the robber's nose broke. Blood gushed out from his face, and the white orbs from his hands span out of control, flying out in different directions across the bank. One of the orbs crashed into the wall, exploding and ripping a hole right through it into the open air. The other orb smashed into a pillar, causing it to crumble to the ground and the whole building to shake and shriek as its ornate wooden interior no longer felt so safe and reliable. Ox did not waste any time in making use of his opponent's dysphoria, he could not allow him to regain his senses, for the robber was certainly stronger and more powerful than him. Ox reached forward with large hands and grabbed the robber, using his weight to fall forwards and drive him into the ground. The robber was struggling to regain his surroundings, and Ox drove his hands forward as he fell, smashing the robber into the wooden floor and cracking the ground around him. Ox's hands were bloodied as he was cut by the wooden floor he had just smashed the robber into, but none of that mattered now as adrenalin took over. Onlookers would be taken aback as Ox then threw his arms back and then began slamming the robber with his fists repeatedly in the head and torso as he lay on the ground. They would probably think he was going too far. They would think the robber has been dealt with, and think that Ox was killing him. But the old warrior was not so naive. He had fought enough to know power when he saw it, and knew that if he left the robber now, he would stand up within a few minutes, and with a vengeance. Ox could only continue pummelling the martial artist further and further into the ground. Adrenalin could only do so much however, as Ox suddenly felt something pop. Not now. His right shoulder had dislocated, his body hadn't been used like this in decades, and Ox growled in pain as his left arm instinctively reached back to locate the source of the pain. The super-powered bank robber looked a bloodied mess on the ground, his face and torso battered and bruised. As Ox had expected though, he was far from defeated. The robber immediately sensed the lapse in attack and a window of opportunity, and with a scream of pain mixed with rage he lifted his broken body into the air. Ox held his right arm in pain, and could only watch as the robber screamed again, this time louder in rage, as a bright white aura flared up around him. There were no more smirks on the robber's face, as he clearly felt humiliated and this was no longer a matter of robbery to him, but one of honour. The robber suddenly arched his back and propelled himself forward through the air towards his enemy. Ox raised his left arm and tried to block what was to come, but it was useless. As the robber neared Ox in the air, he sent his right arm forward, hurtling around towards Ox's left cheek. Fist collided with face with a loud smack and a crunch as Ox's left cheekbone collapsed under the force of the impact. It was now Ox's turn to come crashing to the ground with a huge thud. The robber was now on top of him, his arms around the giant man's large neck and squeezing hard. The martial artist's bloodied bruised face contorted itself into a now toothless smile as he watched to see the life drain from Ox's eyes. Ox began to grow delirious, his eyelids slowly closing as he felt the pressure on his windpipe increase. His lungs began to plead for air, and Ox found himself suffocating at the hands of this madman. He could faintly hear other people in the bank scrambling to escape through the hole in the wall, and was glad that they would be alright. Ox struggled to hold onto life, and a thought suddenly struck him as he gazed into the piercing blue eyes of his would-be killer. Why am I trying to survive? What is there left for me anyway? Ox would not give his opponent the satisfaction of seeing him struggle and beg for life. Instead Ox closed his eyes, and though his body reflexively struggled for air, he tried to restrain it as much as possible. Ox smiled as his last thought was of his wife. WC: 2,099 TWC: 3,656 |
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| Ox King | Aug 13 2016, 02:56 PM Post #3 |
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"Don't you dare die." His wife's voice sliced through his mind like a cold knife. "Be the man I know you to be, the man you always have been, and always will be." There is nothing here for me. I want to see you again. "I don't." Ox couldn't help but laugh at that, despite being suffocated, though in reality it wasn't a laugh as much as a strange gurgle as his windpipe was compressed. His wife continued, "I want to see you live, and thrive. Not only that, who will be there for Chi Chi?" It's too late for that. And Chi Chi has a family much more capable than me- "LIVE!" Ox opened his eyes. He knew exactly what his wife would have wanted, he knew her so well that he could imagine her every reaction and word as if she were right there beside him, and she was never one to say no to. He stared into his opponent's eyes once more, and he could see the smile return on the robber's face as he began to struggle for life again. His wife was right. Hadn't Ox just proven that to himself in this fight? There was still something inside of him. There was still... potential. Lifted by a sudden surge of self-confidence, Ox raised his left arm and began to slam his clenched fist against his assailant's side. The assailant grunted with each hit, but showed no signs of letting go, his bloodied, toothless smile only growing wider. It was no use, no matter how many times and how hard Ox hit him in the side, he would not relent. Ox could feel his life ebb away, but with a renewed motivation to live, he would not let up easily. Ox closed his eyes. A long time ago... decades ago... he had been a pupil of an old Turtle Hermit. While showing great potential in his physical abilities, he never did catch onto the whole ki thing. Searching for any avenue to win this fight, his old Master's words still rung clear in his head, "Calm and centre your mind, release the ki on the interior... to the exterior." Interior... to the exterior. It was in these last few moments, when human life was coming to an end, that a man can perform extraordinary feats. And right now, Ox needed something extraordinary. As his body struggled and gurgled its last few dying movements, he thought of his new inner motivation to live, he focussed on his drive and determination, he focussed on his very being, and who he was. He then grit his teeth as he growled out whatever remained in his lungs. In one final act of desperation, his left arm came around again for one last blow. But this time it felt different. This time it was faster, this time it was... burning. His left arm was surrounded by a flaming red aura as it slammed once more into his opponent's side. This time, his opponent's rib cage made an audible crack and he was thrown right off and sent flying into the wall. Ox felt a rush of air enter his lungs, and he let out a huge gasp and got to his knees, his left hand holding his neck as he regained his breath. Ox looked around to see the bank empty, apart from his opponent. Good. Ox was filled with a new sense of determination as he stood up, and looking down he saw his right arm still hanging limp. Reaching over with his left arm, he winced as he pushed his right arm back into its socket with a pop. His opponent was on his hands and knees at the end of the bank, spitting blood on the ground and staring at Ox in disbelief. He yelled across the room in rage, his voice muffled by blood and pain, "Mmmfffff can sense your power level... it's nothing... How is this possible... How is this possible?!" He got to his feet again, his face bloodied and unrecognisable, and holding the right side of his rib-cage. His body was enveloped in a white hot aura, and screaming he began flying through the air, propelling himself towards his underestimated foe yet again. Is he just going to do the same thing again? It seemed like it. He saw his enemy's right hand coming back again, going for Ox's now-broken left cheekbone yet again. With both arms now able, Ox also charged forward. He was not able to fly, but more than made up for it with his height. Ox growled with pain as his tired muscles worked and his body charged forward, and now his right arm came up to strike his opponent. Having performed his blast punch once before, he now knew how to trigger it, and commanded the ki within to envelop his right arm into a fiery red aura. The two opponents, one giant over ten feet tall, and one comparatively small fighter propelling himself through the air, came together with a crash. Fist made contact with fist, and for a brief few moments they were brought to a standstill. His enemy then immediately withdrew his hand and span around to kick Ox around the face. Ox reacted by catching his leg with his left hand, and then reaching forward to punch his enemy in his already broken ribcage. His opponent shrieked in pain and was sent to the ground reeling. The adrenalin in his enemy's body was not enough to allow him to ignore the excruciating pain any longer, and his body refused to stand up. "You are too hurt. It's over." Ox wiped blood from his face, created by his own crushed cheekbone, and let out a deep breath. His adrenalin levels began to decrease and the actual pain that he was in began to really set in. Ox could hear police sirens, and turned around to look through the hole in the wall to see them fast approaching down the street. This attempted robber could finally be taken in and brought to justice. Ox sighed, and felt a bit dizzy as he began to come to terms with what had just happened. It was then that he heard a voice behind him. "Don't... you... dare... turn your back on me." Ox then heard the familiar whir of ki energy forming, and turned around in shock to see his opponent, still lying on the floor, but his arm raised and white hot energy encircling it. "Farewell, oaf." Ox's eyes widened in shock as a huge blast of energy then surged forth from the man's hand, and he did not have time to react. The surge of energy was huge, and hurtled towards him, enveloping Ox's whole body in a bright white light. All he could see was white, and he felt his body scorched by an immeasurable heat, and Ox could not open his mouth for fear of it entering his lungs. He should never have gotten distracted, this was a rookie mistake he would never have made years ago. He should have made sure his foe was defeated, and now Ox was going to pay for this mistake with his life. All was white. And then all went black. WC: 1,212 TWC: 4,868 |
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| Ox King | Aug 13 2016, 06:10 PM Post #4 |
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His wife was a beautiful woman, it was quite obvious where his daughter got her looks from. Ox was now gazing into her eyes, and was the happiest man alive. Was he dead? Is this heaven? Whatever it was, it felt good. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Their eyes were locked, and they could have stayed like that for eternity. He finally held her in his arms again, re-united at last. Her hair was black, her skin a soft white and her eyes two brown orbs he could find himself lost in forever. They were walking through a brilliant purple-tinged field now, he had never seen anything like it. The sun was a brilliant red, the sky a pale green. Exotic birds Ox had never seen before graced the sky, and Ox could see others in the distance also coming up to meet him, other people he had not seen in a long time. Like his old friend Gohan, who he had trained with, and passed away many decades ago. His wife turned to look at him, they both smiled, and she stood on her tiptoes as he reached down to embrace her- "Having a nice dream are we? Hehehe. That might be the painkiller." Ox woke up with a start. He found himself lying on a bed too small for him, as most beds were, with the bed ending at his knees and his legs hanging off. He found himself covered in bandages from head to foot, with just his face and beard exposed. The air was pleasant, and a breeze was wafting into the room from the... sea? He could hear the rolling waves outside, and it was clearly a lovely day. There was something about this place that was so... familiar. Ox only then saw the source of the even more familiar voice that had just spoken. The Turtle Hermit himself, Master Roshi. He was an old, diminutive bald man with a long white beard, wearing red-framed sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, and holding a cane. "Master! What's going on? "Oh your antics made the local news, stopping that powered-up thief!" "Huh," his memories of that day all came flooding back, "Oh of course. What happened to him? "Oh don't worry about him, he's locked up safe in a cell somewhere." "And how did I get here?" "Oh, well, hehe, an old friend couldn't leave you in that hospital bed now could he. You were there for a good while, a whole week in fact. I thought you'd rest better up here at Kame House." "You shouldn't have, Master Roshi. You could have left me there." "Oh no doubt I could yes... You weren't the easiest to carry to say the least. Y'know they had security cameras in that bank... I managed to take a peek... must say I wasn't surprised by your new ki ability." "Really? You always knew I wasn't a very talented student when it came to ki." Roshi's cane suddenly whipped around and thudded the giant man on the head, which was already sore from his injuries, making him yelp. "Ox, you and Gohan were my first students. Do you think I took that decision lightly?" "Master-" "Do you?" "No, of course not, Master. "Come, let's walk." Master Roshi then turned around and walked out of the house, humming as he went. Ox opened his mouth to protest but the hermit was already gone. He looked down at himself in bandages, and groaned. Ox slowly lifted his leg, and his muscles responded to his brain's command with an angry shot of pain. He growled, and grit his teeth as he lifted his legs and sat up on the bed. Ox then slowly stood up, wincing in pain, and limped as he slowly ambled outside the house. He looked like a giant ancient mummy emerging from its tomb, and he blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight he was greeted with. He took a moment to enjoy the ocean breeze, and took in the scenic view in front of him, the golden beach that surrounded Kame House and the brilliant blue sea that lay ahead of it. Ox stepped onto the beach, his feet greeted by the warmth of the sand. He had many memories here, as Roshi's student. He remembered a much younger version of himself running various errands, and training with Gohan, or trying to locate questionable magazines for Roshi. Ox chuckled to himself behind his suit of bandages. Gohan was gone now, as had many who he had known from youth. That's life. He smiled as he looked out at the golden horizon, he felt a great deal of nostalgia being back here, and had doubted he ever would have come back here. Ox caught sight of Master Roshi standing at the beachfront, his feet in the waves as he stared out over the horizon. Roshi had not changed a bit, and Ox should not have expected him to. After all, it was said Roshi sipped from the fountain of youth, and had lived for centuries. Ox walked down to join him, and grimaced as he got his bandages wet. "Do you remember the first time you came here, Ox, with Gohan?" "Of course, Master, even though it was a long time ago." "Yes, you were just a boy, I remember it well. You were my first ever students. You both had much promise," Master Roshi paused, and turned to Ox, "Do you know the story of the Hare and the Tortoise, Ox?" "Yes... though I don't see what that has to do with anything..." "You know these young whippersnappers with their powerful ki abilities, many of them are hares. They excel at their training, in both their physical and ki prowess. And then they grow arrogant, complacent, or careless, and make mistakes. Fatal mistakes," Roshi then lifted his cane and poked Ox in the belly, making him wince, "And do you know who the tortoise is?" "No..." "People like you, Ox, people like you. Sure you were a bit slow to develop, hehe, that doesn't mean you didn't have talent. I saw great potential in both you and Gohan, though I didn't know how quickly you would learn... I didn't think you'd take this long. But even when you struggled to learn the kamehameha wave, and declared you were not able to, I did not think so. I had gathered by that point that you would be slower than my other students, but a student with potential you remained. You were one of my first!" "Thank you, Master..." "The point I'm making is this. You have taken a long time, heck, decades to finally begin harnessing your ki abilities. In that time you've lived as a warrior-king, and more recently, well, clearly not," Roshi poked at Ox's belly again, "You are the tortoise, and although the hare may be faster, becomes careless, and the tortoise plods along, gaining the invaluable wisdom and experience of age, always staying true to his course, and ending in triumph. Understand?" "Yes, Master." "Good. You better head back into the house and get some sleep. You'll need to rest up quickly." "Why quickly?" "Training begins at dawn." WC: 1,211 TWC: 6,079 |
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