Nappa vs Tarble Forum/Earth [Complete]

Tarble soared through the sky with a newfound swiftness, his heart brimming with exhilaration after emerging victorious in the Earth and Beyond Tournament. The chance to display his strength before the sprawling audience had ignited an uncontainable enthusiasm within him. His course was set for Master Roshi's abode, where he intended to recuperate before resuming his rigorous training regimen. Yet, as he approached the secluded island, a peculiar sight caught his eye.

Knee-deep in the water stood a massive figure, its immense frame periodically plunging a hand into the depths. Tarble, determined not to disrupt the mysterious presence, gently descended towards the island. As he drew nearer, the colossal figure's sheer size became apparent. His bicep alone dwarfed Tarble's entire body, and even in a crouched position, he loomed taller than the young Saiyan. It was then that Tarble's gaze settled upon a tail, unmistakably marking the stranger as a fellow Saiyan.

The revelation left Tarble bewildered, his mind racing with questions. Was this Saiyan here to reclaim him for their homeworld? Had his father dispatched this warrior to eliminate him, or was he one of the formidable fighters Master Roshi had spoken of?

"A Saiyan... How can there be another Saiyan here?" Tarble pondered, his confusion deepening. "Is he here to take me back to our planet? Was he sent by my father to end me, or could he be one of the powerful warriors Master Roshi mentioned?"

The Saiyan warrior broke the silence, his penetrating gaze seeming to pierce Tarble's very soul. Without his scouter, Tarble couldn't gauge the extent of the stranger's power, leaving him to imagine the dire consequences if one of those massive fists were to meet his face. But Tarble quickly regained his resolve.

"I am a Saiyan, and I bear the pride of our race. No force in the universe will make me tremble," Tarble resolved inwardly, mustering his courage.

"No, I'm not lost," Tarble replied with unwavering determination, meeting the Saiyan's intense gaze head-on.

"I began training with Master Roshi just a week ago. I was observing your training, curious about your technique. Are you practicing against your own reflection in the water?" Tarble inquired, his voice steady, despite the tension in the air.

With a bold move, Tarble removed the upper portion of his Saiyan armor, standing in the sunlight with only his black leggings. It was a deliberate display, a gesture meant to convey his fearlessness to the Saiyan warrior. Tarble wanted to make it clear that he would return to Planet Vegeta on his own terms, unyielding and resolute.

As Tarble rose to his feet after placing his Saiyan armor on the ground, the towering Saiyan before him spoke with a resonant, deep voice.

" No, I’m practicing. I’m also one of Roshi’s students, my name’s Nappa; I guess we just haven’t met yet. I’m uh...”

Nappa paused, chuckling to himself, then continued, “I’m working on being able to grab fish out of the water. I kind of got stronger a bit faster than I planned on, and I need to relearn precision because I don’t know what to do with my arms in a fight anymore.”

Before Tarble could interject, Nappa raised a finger to halt him. Tarble watched in awe as Nappa scanned the water's surface, searching for something elusive. In the blink of an eye, Nappa snatched a fish from the water, a fish so enormous that it dwarfed Tarble's bicep. Water cascaded from the fish like soaked laundry being yanked from a washer.

Tarble couldn't help but think, "Perhaps I should start speed training like this." He regretted not bringing his scouter to this planet; he was curious about the extent of Nappa's hidden strength.

"Are you hungry? I'm having sushi for lunch," Nappa offered, surprising Tarble.

In the Saiyan culture, battles and power were typically the topics of conversation, not casual invitations to share a meal.

"Sure, I'd love to sit down and enjoy sushi with you. My name is Tarble, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you, Nappa," Tarble replied, his excitement palpable.

It had been well over eight years since he had encountered another Saiyan. Being around his own kind was a welcome change from the human culture he had grown accustomed to. Tarble cherished the camaraderie, but he also yearned for the competitive spirit that came naturally among Saiyans. As they prepared to savor their meal, Tarble made up his mind: after eating, he would ask Nappa if he'd be interested in sparring. Tarble wanted to test his mettle in a challenging battle, and he knew that another Saiyan would be the ideal opponent. He wouldn't return home until he was strong enough to face his father.

Tarble observed as Nappa, the Saiyan warrior, emerged from the water and strolled towards a nearby table. A freshly caught fish landed with a thud on the table, and Nappa skillfully began to prepare it, effortlessly slicing it into bite-sized pieces with astonishing speed. Tarble watched in awe at the precision and swiftness of Nappa's knife skills. Though he had cooked fish himself many times, he had never witnessed someone handle a blade with such finesse.

While Tarble observed Nappa's culinary prowess, he couldn't help but wonder if he had ever heard of this Saiyan named Nappa before. Growing up, Tarble's guardian, who he referred to as his father, had regaled him with stories of legendary Saiyans like King Vegeta and his son Vegeta. Tarble had always been told that he was born with a lesser share of Saiyan power and would never come close to matching the might of those legendary figures.

As Nappa mixed the fish with a container of rice he had retrieved from the ground, he apologized, saying, "I'm sorry I don't have anything more extravagant to offer you, but I had planned on eating alone just to keep my strength up to continue my training."

Starving and grateful for any food, Tarble responded, "This is perfect. I've been on a mission all day and haven't eaten anything." He watched as Nappa gestured for him to take a seat, and Tarble eagerly complied, joining Nappa at the table.

Before sitting down, Nappa surprised Tarble with a request, saying, "After we eat, do you think you could do me the favor of having a fight with me? Just so that I could see how much I need to train?”

Tarble was taken aback. Another Saiyan was actually asking him to train together. Back on Planet Vegeta, Tarble had always been the subject of ridicule for being one of the weakest Saiyans ever born. Saiyans his age wanted nothing to do with him, and he had even heard rumors that the family he lived with was not his true blood. Though he had occasionally contemplated the truth of his origins, he had no connection with any other family and had grown to accept the one he had known.

As Tarble picked up the bowl Nappa had prepared for him and tasted the food, he felt a renewed surge of energy coursing through his body. He knew that he couldn't turn down Nappa's challenge. If he shied away from this opportunity, and word reached Vegeta, Tarble would become a permanent target of mockery.

With newfound determination and confidence, Tarble said, "I accept your challenge." It had been a long time since he had faced a formidable opponent, and he yearned to test his skills and strength against another Saiyan.

Tarble sitting down to a meal prepared by Nappa, devouring it as if it were his last on Earth. Nappa's culinary skills surpassed anything Master Roshi had mustered since Tarble arrived on his island. While Tarble rarely complained about free food, the joy of savoring a delicious meal was a rare treat. After finishing his bowl of fish and rice, the young Saiyan carefully placed the empty dish and utensils on the table. Leaning back, he gazed at the tranquil sky, attempting to find solace in the midst of recent events that had unfolded over the past few weeks.

A gentle breeze rustled the palm trees, creating an idyllic setting for a sparring session. Master Roshi remained indoors, engrossed in a workout video, conveniently out of their way. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting a serene glow across the sky and ocean. The two warriors sat in silence, a palpable anticipation hanging in the air, knowing what lay ahead.

"That was a great," Nappa remarked.

Tarble turned his head, a smile gracing his face. He found himself intrigued by Nappa's surprisingly upbeat demeanor. The tales he'd heard of Saiyan’s depicted of destruction and consumed of chaos. Yet, Nappa seemed to defy those stereotypes, his path diverging from the typical Saiyan agenda.

"I’m not going to rush you to fight me" Nappa continued, "So don’t feel any urge to finish eating until you’re ready; but when you are ready, I am!”

Nappa's declaration ignited a spark of excitement within Tarble. His mind raced, contemplating the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead. Could he truly compete against someone of Nappa's immense stature? The difference in size was staggering; Tarble stood at a modest five feet seven inches, while Nappa towered well over six feet. Physically, they belonged to entirely different weight classes.

However, Tarble's thoughts shifted toward his own confidence. He believed in his abilities and knew that victory was within reach. What better way to start a new day than with a hard-earned triumph?

"Is it time?" Tarble questioned himself.

The moment had arrived, and Tarble needed to prepare himself mentally and physically. Rising from his chair, he surveyed the area, searching for a suitable location for their impending clash. Fighting near Master Roshi's residence wouldn't be ideal, given the old master's generosity in allowing them to train on his island.

"This spot will do perfectly," Tarble declared as he made his way toward the shoreline. The heat from the sand warmed his feet, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. Gazing into the horizon, he knew there was no turning back now.

Tarble turned to Nappa and said with conviction, "This spot is far enough from Master Roshi's house."

Observing Nappa's preparations, Tarble couldn't help but notice as the seasoned fighter began stretching his legs. It was a routine Tarble had never considered before a match, but he realized the value in warming up the body. Excitement surged through Tarble as he anticipated learning from such a skilled fighter. This training promised to elevate his abilities to new heights.

Without warning, Nappa shot straight into the sky with blistering speed. Tarble struggled to track Nappa's movements until he spotted the Saiyan warrior hovering above. Tarble swiftly adjusted his stance, preparing to defend against whatever Nappa had in store. What caught Tarble's attention were the compact balls of energy Nappa was charging. This technique was unfamiliar to Tarble, a clever approach to harnessing ki. Before Tarble could react, six ki balls hurtled toward him. Lacking defensive techniques, Tarble's best option was to shield himself.

He raised both hands, intercepting two of the ki balls with his forearms, which sent him skidding back several feet. The other four struck the ground around him, stirring up sand and creating a turbulent dust storm. Tarble's forearms throbbed with pain, the impact feeling like two baseballs colliding with him. He couldn't help but wonder if Nappa had been holding back until now. How much power did this Saiyan truly possess?
As the dust began to settle, Tarble coughed and struggled to regain his footing. He summoned his resolve, preparing to counterattack, but before he could make a move, Nappa rocketed toward him. Their eyes locked in a tense moment, but Tarble's body froze as Nappa unleashed a powerful energy blast from his mouth.

"Move, body, move," Tarble's thoughts raced, but he was too slow to react.

The blast struck Tarble squarely in the chest, propelling him backward like a ragdoll. He soared through the air, skipping across the water's surface, eventually plunging into the depths about fifty feet from the shore. As Tarble spun in the water, desperately trying to regain his composure, he couldn't help but reflect on his father's words. Perhaps he was indeed a weak Saiyan warrior.

"Get ahold of yourself. Clear your mind and try to regain your bearings," Tarble thought as he struggled to regain his composure beneath the water's surface, determined to rise above his limitations.