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Post by Midnight M.D. Kelly on Nov 6, 2023 12:47:11 GMT -5
The arrival to Valhalla was a successful ond he was training in the basement of the castle, the sparing session he was ordered to have with Tarble, the fight was in one of the imperial chambers where the ki suppressors were active. Also his rules of engagement was to only use physials and hybrid attacks, no energy attacks were alowed in this friendly assessment of the saiyan prince tarble. This was to see if he had the potencial to outshine the other saiyan recruits... Tarble being a royal after all ment alot to Commander M. Crusher. He had to really control his strength and he would do that, the imperial elite waiting for the saiyan prince.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 6, 2023 19:30:07 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan  473 / 473 The journey to Valhalla proved to be a swift one for the lost prince. It had been six years since he had last departed from Earth. The only other world he could recall was Planet Vegeta, but his recollections of that place were hazy due to his tender age at the time. Upon their arrival on the planet, Tarble gazed around and observed that Valhalla bore a striking resemblance to Earth. Sensing the life forces of the inhabitants on this planet, he realized they possessed significantly greater power levels compared to those on Earth. “He does not talk much. I wonder if Master Kami forced him to bring me on this trip or if he asked Master Kami to send me. I need to gauge how he is feeling”Tarble turned his gaze towards Midnight, seeking to gain a better understanding of his feelings, “Easy flight, and I do appreciate you bringing me along. I think it was time for me to get away from planet Earth for a while and start seeing the universe”. As Tarble disembarked from the ship, he found himself immediately surrounded by several figures who grabbed his arms and forcefully guided him toward a towering castle. Gazing upward, Tarble watched as the castle soared into the sky, its spires nearly brushing the clouds. He was then forcefully pulled through the castle's corridors and led down into a room. “Master Tarble, these are one of the imperial chambers” spoke the two as they scurred off from the room. Looking around the room he was amazed at how structured this place was. The way it was built had to taken a very long time. Behind him he felt a powerful presence. Tarble turned around to see Midnight standing a short distance from him. “Hmm…. Wonder what this is. Something must be going on”Tarble stood still, absorbing Midnight's explanation that he would be tested to determine his position on the Saiyan hierarchy. Having encountered few Saiyans in the past, Tarble had little knowledge of the extent of Saiyan strength throughout the universe. It was then revealed that the test would be a full-fledged physical brawl, with strict instructions not to employ any ki attacks. “I think I understand now. I want to gauge how powerful Midnight is anyway. I can tell that he is strong but I know he is holding back. I will show him, just like my father that I am not weak and will become one of the strongest in the universe”Tarble extended his arms in front of him and began to stretch them after the lengthy journey. He then shifted his legs from side to side, ensuring they remained limber to prevent cramping. “This is going to be fun, are you ready Midnight” asked Tarble as he stood up ready to get this spar on. |
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Post by Midnight M.D. Kelly on Nov 6, 2023 22:17:52 GMT -5
The time was at hand for the saiyans to begin this friendly match up, he was happy to see that Tarble fully vollunteered to stand against the imperial saiyan elite and it looked like it was going to start, thinking that he'd be able to use his skills to really take down this noble saiyan warrior, he moved his hands at the speed of eight with the lightning strike and decisive strike method at his disposial, he now controlled his strength and began the strikes, rushing forward while he was raising his energy in bursts as he rose his power at will wit perfect control, the 9 fast delivery of punches were enough to make a grown first class soilder cry as he let the kid know he was being serious while holding back his power. this would really wake Tarble out of his dream and into the reality of a saiyan soilder, soon after he threw these nine fast and accurate shots he now used a propellor kick to spin 5 times and while spinning, his right leg was out to hit the saiyan prince multiple times, it was nice to dust off skills that were under his belt.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 7, 2023 17:48:17 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 588/1,061 The battle commenced, and Tarble stood prepared to demonstrate his might to one of the elite warriors. Throughout his journey, he had encountered nothing but defeats, facing opponents who consistently outclassed him in strength and swiftness. The young prince found himself pitted against warrior's superior in both power and agility on every occasion. However, Tarble understood that each defeat brought him valuable lessons, surpassing any victory. He had been steadily amassing battle experience, particularly from his fellow Saiyan brethren. “I will show this Saiyan what real power is from a true prince of all Saiyan’s. He will kneel at my feet by the time his spar is over”Lately, Tarble's mindset has undergone a transformation. Once a kindhearted soul who willingly risked his life to help others at every turn. Since his experiences in the Pendulum Room and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he has come to understand that true power is born through combat. His body now craves the rush of battle, with an insatiable hunger for pure power. This growing thirst has stirred a simmering rage within him, gradually shaping the young prince into a fundamentally altered being. “WHAT SPEED. I can't keep my eyes on him. How does he move so fast”As Middy initiated the encounter, Tarble recognized the wisdom in adopting an initial defensive stance. He aimed to discern the extent of his sparring partner's capabilities. The Saiyan elite, wearing a confident grin reflecting his formidable fighting skills, launched himself toward the wayward prince. With each step closer to Tarble, he unleashed a rapid barrage of punches. Though his fists never made physical contact with Tarble, nine strikes seemed to pass right through the lost prince, causing his entire body to tremble with each blow. “Awww, react… you must react before he can get another hit in. What can I do… think… think…”At the start of the fight, the lost prince found himself on the receiving end of a relentless assault. The sheer power at Middy's disposal seemed otherworldly. Just as Tarble attempted to regain his composure after enduring nine punishing blows, he witnessed Middy's airborne spin. In a desperate effort to block the impending attack, Tarble raised his right forearm, but Middy's rapid approach outpaced his reaction. Middy's foot soared over Tarble's knuckles and crashed into the lost prince's face, sending him tumbling off his feet and veering to the right. Tarble's body was forcefully propelled backward, covering a distance of approximately ten feet from his original position. When he struck the ground, a resounding thud reverberated through the battle arena's walls. The lost prince, after rolling over, began coughing and expelling spit from his mouth. He maneuvered his right leg up toward his chest to gain some leverage for pushing himself upright. With his left hand supporting him, he used his right forearm to wipe away any residual spit from his mouth. “What power Middy has. I would have never guessed he was housing all of that inside of him”Tarble finally rose to his feet, squarely confronting the Saiyan elite. It was time for him to leave his mark with an assertive attack. Utilizing whatever speed he could muster, he sprinted towards Middy, preparing for his opening strike. As he closed in on the Saiyan elite, Tarble unleashed a rapid series of jabs directed at Middy's rib cage. Unrelenting, he leaped off the ground, twisting his body to the left, and launched his foot through the air, aiming to deliver a powerful kick to the right side of Middy's jaw.
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Post by Midnight M.D. Kelly on Nov 7, 2023 19:48:32 GMT -5
The skill Midnight had along with his imperial (refined) saiyan elite rank was from endless training and preformance in missions and taskings, he was stronger than most saiyans wit this position of general, his name being General Crusher, aka Lord Middy and his nickname was the Midnight Kitsune.
Known for his combat skills as he was now dealing with Tarble with hits that landed against the saiyan prince. There was means of making someone want to refine and improve themselves and there were methods of training someone and having them become more skilled than they once were.
He wanted him to be in the military but did he want to make the grass grow with blood spilled from fighting enemies, sweat from training harder each time & tears shed when he couldn't take it anymore, never being good enough and living in the shadow of a family member, a friend or a rolemodel that you looked up to.
Regardless of anything, the praise would only be to the rank you had or the people around you liking you because of who knew you or who trained you and never yourself; never being noticed as yourself but as someone else.
Reading Tarble's mind he got a serious wakeup call on who the saiyan prince REALLY was. He was a boy trying his hardest to be worthy of his family but only respected and liked because of his family and his royal title of prince. As the last hit landed he heard Tarble's mind thinking of a plan and it was a good one.
First he came hard with rapid punches to the chest, striking like a machine to his upper body but... midnight's defensive reaction speed was top notch as he covered his body up and blocked ALL of the shots, his arms feeling a bit of heat from the strikes but even so his toughness allowed him to take the attack with a strong grain of salt and then a kick came in with the saiyan now using his left hand to parry the attack. This was nice! He was using moves he knew to attempt gaining a victory.
He now shoved him and then using his speed, readied his arms and attempted to preform a weighted brass punch to the upper body and midsection, if successful this would push him back and let him know that this was Valhalla and not earth. Such power would have broken him but the saiyan imperial was watching his strength while friendly fighting the great saiyan prince.
This would be his first spar with Tarble so he kept up his resolve and kept the banter and insults to a non existing minimum, right now was a tasking to guage the prince of saiyans to see how strong, fast and tough he was as well as seeing where he would need to improve, thus the fight was getting interesting as the battle was getting into the next phase but it was still in General Crusher's eyes the first round.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 8, 2023 18:24:42 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 405/1,466 Tarble launched a rapid sequence of fluid punches at Middy, aiming to gain an upper hand over the Saiyan elite. A victorious smirk illuminated his face, fueled by the idea of engaging in this intense battle. The lost prince poured his heart and soul into every strike, fully aware that if these punches connected, his subsequent kick would prove to be a game-changer in the fight. However, as Tarble's fists acted like a battering ram, Middy's lightning-fast speed enabled him to block each punch with his forearms. Recognizing that his initial assault had been thwarted, Tarble swiftly followed up with a spinning kick directed towards the right side of Middy's jaw. Due to Tarble's limited speed and strength, Middy skillfully intercepted his attack by using his right forearm to catch Tarble's incoming shin. Tarble found himself suspended in mid-air, vulnerable to Middy's next move. Seizing the opportunity, Middy employed both hands to forcefully push the lost prince backward. “What power, and I don’t have time to react. Just roll and take the force on my back so I can land quickly on my feet to charge back at him with another frontal assault”Tarble soared through the air, attempting to execute a mid-air somersault and land on his back. Just as he was regaining his footing, Middy's powerful fist made contact with Tarble's midsection. The force of the blow not only lifted Tarble off the ground but also elicited a harsh cough, causing spittle to spray onto Middy's forearm. “React… React… I need to react quickly. I need to dig down deep with all my power to try and take over this fight. If I keep taking hits like this, I will not survive much longer”The optimal strategy for Tarble was to place both of his hands on Middy's wrist, using it as a stabilizing point. Given Middy's considerably larger size compared to Tarble, attempting a throw was not a viable option. Tarble concentrated his ki into the palms of his hands, gradually building up energy for his next move. As a trickle of blood flowed from the right corner of the lost prince's lower lip, he spoke., “You are fast, I can see that, but lets see how fast you are in front of me”. With Tarble channeling sufficient ki for his attack, he let out a powerful cry, shouting "MESPOSO" as he unleashed the ki blast directed at the Saiyan elite's chest.
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Post by Midnight M.D. Kelly on Nov 8, 2023 19:45:39 GMT -5
Midnight of Kelly was really something, Tarble was young and he was the size of his older brother Vegeta but even so, his speed was paramount, his body tough and his strength was enough to destroy mountains, villages, towns, cities and even planets if need be but this fight was different, he could crush tarble but it would get him in BIG trouble, his saiyan uniform as an elite was strong with plating on it, he was wearing his mentor weights under the armor with his super wrist guards and super weighted gloves, his super weighted pants and super weighted boots, this was training since he only dealt in tough session and this wasn't one he was laughing at, even though his 'shit' was downpact this was a fellow saiyan who was up and coming to the point where people bowed to him, he didn't need to be a soilder but that's what he chose, he was a tough saiyan prince like his older brother but at the same time he was more of a critical thinker than his brother as he used his superior speed he said something that made sense to him, how fast could he move when the great Commander Crusher was infront of him.
Time slowed down as he fired his attack and instead of dodging at close range, covered up so fast that he blocked this speedy attack. He grinned as he wouldn't be able to see midnight mount such a defensive when the saiyan prince was right in his face. The attack exploded on Lord Midnight's arms and he then preformed a twin focused palm strike on each pectorial to push him back far and hard. Thi could poison him if it landed just right but it would only make his energy attacks strain Tarble more as well as it being temporary. T
And to add insult to injury he thrusted his right finger forward and discharged a master dodon pa which was as strong as a super dodonpa to the center of his pectorial which was so quickly delivered that he wouldn't even see him move his arms. The battle was still on or this friendly scrimage, now getting behind him and preforming another focused palm strike to the center of his back movin so fast the naked eye wouldn't be able to detect him as Commander Crusher was truely a saiyan super weapon. There was no question but he liked Tarble's determination to use such a tactic against the saiyan elite. He was moved by this feat to the point that he didn't even speak, banter or even sounded his voice in the form of laughter. It was after the fact this saiyan prince was determined to prove himself to everyone on Valhalla, his family, the military and more importantly to himself.
"Good tactic but where did you go wrong? At point blank range you need to use an attack that's really strong to cause damage regardless of speed and toughness. Try again and don't hold back." He said seriously to Tarble.
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Post by Tarble on Nov 9, 2023 18:55:17 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 529/1,995 Tarble's self satisfied expression made it seem like he had already won. Smoke had enveloped the area in front of him, bridging the narrow space between Middy and Tarble. “I bet he did not expect that to happen. He might be strong, but that was unexpected. Wait…what.. how the fu…”As the smoke dissipated, Tarble realized that Middy remained unharmed. His chest still resting on Middy's fist, Tarble had no time to respond to any impending danger; he was utterly vulnerable, hunched over on Middy's clenched hand. His eyes widened in shock, and fear caused his grip on Middy's wrist to loosen. Suddenly, two palm strikes struck his chest, propelling the beleaguered prince backward, causing his boots to skid and wear on the ground. Tarble stood there, nursing the pain in his chest, which felt like two distinct palm imprints. “Man.. it is hard to breath. I need to take short breaths if I am going to try and counter this attack. How strong is Middy. Even though that is a weak attack it was still up close and person. Is this Saiyan one of the legendary super Saiyan’s. I only heard stories as a kid but there was no sight of one”
Tarble blinked slowly, struggling to maintain his focus on Middy's actions. His vision began to blur from the relentless punishment he endured. Despite his head swaying, Tarble managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of the formidable Saiyan's movements. “I need to react somehow. I could try scatter shot, but I don’t think I can lift my arms up. If I go in physical, he will over power me. What action can I do that will at least make his back touch the ground”His eyes managed to catch brief snippets of the impending attack. Middy unleashed a technique unfamiliar to Tarble. With one arm raised and a pointed finger directed at Tarble, all the prince felt was his body hurtling toward the ground, his legs lifted, and he lost sight of everything around him. “Is this is… what did I get hit with. My body is flaring about, and I am unable to react. What can I do….”
Just before Tarble's legs stretched into the air, and his back met the ground, he was driven earthward by two powerful palm strikes to the chest, propelling him into a forceful collision with the ground. His lower back made initial contact, causing his head, legs, and arms to soar upward. As the rest of his body descended, crashing onto the ground, Tarble lay there, breathing heavily, with his eyelids closing rapidly. “I have to get up. Let’s go body, I need to move. I can make one more attack at him… I know I can”With the final moments Tarble said, “I… I will win… I can still fight”. As Tarble swiped his hand back and forth in an attempt to strike any part of Middy's body, his hand connected with Middy's shin. Tarble seized his hold on Middy's shin and uttered, "We... are... not... finished." With that, Tarble's eyes closed, and everything plunged into darkness for him and his hand let go dropping towards the ground lifeless.
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Post by Midnight M.D. Kelly on Nov 9, 2023 20:42:53 GMT -5
This was now the end of this friendly spar, Tarble was on the ground not able to move or could he? Probably not since he got cropped pretty damn hard by the imperial saiyan elite, it was now the end, he couldn't continue any longer. "Tarble? Tarble..." He went to see if he was still alive. "Wow, he gave it his all, i didn't think he'd last this long, this saiyan is special, a special saiyan prince...his power is almost at zero? Okay well you did well little man, better than any soilder i ever spared and fought with. Now lets get you into a rejuvination tank... MEDIC!!" Two third class soilders came out and placed him on a stretcher and took him to the infirmary as Lord Midnight spoke to him mentally. (Tarble, your one of the bravest saiyans i've ever fought.. you did everything in your power to survive and that was the entire point. Sometimes everything you know and do in battle isn't enough...your gonna use this as modivation to get stronger and more knowledgable in battle...but don't become bitter and let hatred consume you...hating your weaknesses and limitations is fine, it's just what you do and how you handle your hate which is important... use it to push yourself harder than before. Use it to break gates of limitations and ignoranace. I was told this by my master Killa Vince...he taught me what i needed to know before i joined the saiyan empire...) He now walked to sign Tarble into the infirmary, closely following the recruits who took the boy towards the infirmary. It was a dangerous and very well preformed scrimage, that in itself was somethin for the saiyan prince to be proud of. Time always passes however and he would become stronger than he was now.
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