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Post by Cooler on May 30, 2019 15:38:27 GMT -5
Vegeta growled in frustration at his failed technique, the effects of whatever caused him to be stripped of his powers was much more serious than he had thought. It didn't matter, though. Limitations be damned, he was Prince Vegeta, and he would persevere. It was all he could do to cross his arms over his chest to try and absorb the no infused kick that came swiftly after, further pushing the Saiyan prince backwards.
A smoky haze rested in the sparring chamber after the four blasts had exploded, cutting down visibility by half. Vegeta was in a highly unusual and uncomfortable disadvantage, but his pride wouldnt allow him to cede so easily.
The energy barrier didn't work, but he could feel ki coursing through his body. He placed his hands at his side and poured energy into it. A bright yellow light emitted from his palms, illuminating the training room. "Show me what you've got!" Vegeta shouted, daring his opponent to match him in a game of tug of war using energy waves. The prince roared as he unleashed the beam straight for Bardock.
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Post by Mirai Trunks on May 30, 2019 21:56:21 GMT -5
Bardock scowled in frustration. The prince had seen the blast coming, raised his arms so that they were parallel with the ground. The classic stance when one channeled their ki, manipulating the energy around them to form a barrier. Good. He smirked. Holding a barrier will root him in place. But the barrier never formed and four blasts struck the prince in rapid succession.
Is he trying to show off?! Ever the proud prince I see…
The prince’s arms came up in a defensive posture and he absorbed the force of the kick, allowing himself to be pushed back so that the force of the blow would be lessened.
Fumes from the blast blanketed the sparring chamber in an oppressive cloud of slate grey smoke. The prince dissolved into the could and Bardock was left suddenly alone. Electrical discharge sparked to life and the thick air took on a copper-metal taste.
Bardock moved away from where the two had met upon the ring. Not wishing to give the prince the chance to catch him off guard.
Bardock squinted, shielding his eyes with one hand as the room burst with a yellow glow. A voice mocked from with the shadows. "Show me what you've got!"
A wave of energy blast toward the young Saiyan with the force of a tsunami. Bardock leapt back, buying himself precious seconds. He raised an arm with the palm facing the prince, fingers towards the ceiling of the sparring chamber and screamed, “Big Bang Attack!!” A sphere of blue-white energy formed in front of his palm and he released the attack with as much momentum as he could for having no time to charge it properly.
Bardock watched as the fog recoiled when the two blasts collided at the center of the chamber.
The discharge of the energy was almost enough to spit the thick, reinforced steel walls of the training room.
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Post by Cooler on May 31, 2019 12:29:05 GMT -5
Bardock was more than able to keep up with the Saiyan prince. In his current state, Vegeta could feel that his power level was dwarfed by the first class Saiyan's. It was a new experience for Vegeta, one that was taking some time to adjust to. He was so used to being the strongest, most confident warrior in the majority of situations, as his power level used to reflect that. Ever since he suffered a traumatic event that caused him to lose his once magnificent power, Vegeta was still struggling to cope with the incredibly frustrating facts. The details of the event itself were beyond his reach, as he couldn't recall the specifics. His father, the king on the other hand, had been extremely supportive through the whole ordeal. Until his powers were either returned to him, or until he put in the work to earn them the old fashioned way, he was going to find himself at a disadvantage.
And he was about to find that out first hand. The fog in the room behaved curiously, appearing to distort in an odd fashion as Vegeta could feel a surge of power coming from his opponent. The haze parted enough for Vegeta to see what was happening, the technique in particular highly familiar to him in appearance. "You're going to use my own technique against me?" Vegeta called. "Why Bardock, I'm flattered. I didnt realize you were such a fan!"
Bardock returned the sentiment with a fleeting moment of silence before the words Big Bang Attack slipped through his lips. The blast rocketed towards Vegeta's beam, splitting the energy wave in two. Each newly created beam forked off in opposite directions, slicing lines in the sparring room walls where they connected.
Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise as the blast continued its trajectory. He had a choice to make, either bail on the technique or take the blast head on. Vegeta was not one to back down, his pride would not allow it. He let out a raging scream and poured even more energy into his beam, trying his hardest to overtake the Big Bang Attack. The Saiyan prince grit his teeth, dumping all of the energy he could muster into his own attack. The blast was losing momentum, but it wasn't enough. It was on a crash course with him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
At the last possible moment, just as the blast was about to collide with him, Vegeta shifted his feet and redirected his blast upwards towards the ceiling. The blast redirected in suit, exploding into the roof overhead, creating a massive hole. Large chunks of debris came crashing down into the sparring room, along with equipment that belonged on the next floor.
As the dust settled, Vegeta remained in the same place, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. His forehead drenched in sweat from the massive exertion he just put out, and his arms fell exhausted to his sides.
"Come on then... Is that... All you got?" He managed to speak between breaths. He knew he was overpowered, but he wasn't about to give up. "I've seen better... Attacks... From monkeys..."
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Post by Mirai Trunks on May 31, 2019 20:55:30 GMT -5
"You're going to use my own technique against me?" Vegeta called. "Why Bardock, I'm flattered. I didnt realize you were such a fan!"
Bardock smirked, “A lesson from your father. It appears there will be many lessons you will learn this day.” It was a dangerous game to taunt royalty; one could never be sure how one would react.
Currents of electric blue flared along the low born Saiyan’s out stretched arms. He scowled in concentration. The two warriors had met blow for blow. Neither were willing to back down. Neither would accept defeat. There was little distinction made between spars and a true battle, when Saiyans were involved. Doubly so when one was of royal blood, and a prince at that.
Bardock’s attack had proven superior, it smashed through the prince’s, splitting the beam in two, peeling it as if it were a banana. He grinned with anticipation. In his young mind, he had already won. And, while he had considered letting the prince take the victory, so as not to bruise his royal ego. He dismissed the idea outright. Saiyans were a proud race, those of the royal family infinitely more so. Bardock knew that if the prince detected even the slightest pulling a punch, or felt that the 1st Class Saiyan had held back in any way, he would never again train with him, never again allow him in the prince’s presence. Though the prince may posture, or mock, or even outright degrade, Bardock knew one thing would be true, as it was among all true Saiyan warriors. The desire to be the best. If the prince lost here, he would never stop, not until he had bested Bardock.
A strange thing happened, something the cocky young Saiyan had not expected. Vegeta had managed a monumental feat, had turned the blast at the last second, slamming it into the high ceiling and raining down debris and dust alike.
As the dust and noise began to settle, Bardock heard a strange banging sound. He turned his head, searching for its source.
Five young Saiyans of the Elite Guard had entered the sparring chamber, drawn in by the sounds of the prince’s match. They stood, in full armor, their crimson cloaks cascading down from their shoulders as they each beat a single fist on the chest plate of their armor.
Bardock smirked despite himself and nodded, as if it acknowledging the rightness of the Guards actions. No doubt they were proud to see their prince fight once more, and even in his diminished form Bardock could, albeit begrudgingly accept that the prince was a sight to behold, though he would never voice such an opinion in the presence of the prince himself, and would kill any man who would suggest it.
"Come on then... Is that... All you got?" The mighty prince taunted, taking deep calming breaths as sweat flowed from him. "I've seen better... Attacks... From monkeys..."
Bardock’s storm grey eyes fell on the prince, who to his credit found strength to stand up right. He gestured to the group of warriors now watching. “They honor you, prince. As they should.”
He dropped into a low guard, “Come then, if you have strength left to speak, then surely you have strength left to fight. Let us see how deep your reserves go, shall we?” He took a deep breath; he would never admit the amount of power he had poured into that last attack. He would never admit that he would fail to draw enough energy to light a candle, let alone form even the most basic of attacks.
But then, he asked himself, as he prepared to fight once more. What had he expected from the prince of all the Saiyans?
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Post by Cooler on Jun 1, 2019 13:22:24 GMT -5
Vegeta eyed the crowd without moving his head as they filed in. Evidently, word got out about the Prince getting in some combat for the first time, and everyone was interested to see perhaps the most famous Saiyan in action. The rumors spreading by word of mouth about Bardock, a first class Saiyan making a name for himself in the army ranks had drawn their interest as well. A combination of this and the internal destruction they were wrecking on the sparring facility would equate to a 'had to have been there' moment for the ages. That, and all the ruckus they were making, not exactly being discreet.
His vision blurred in and out as he tried to refocus on Bardock, the audience surrounding them all meshed together in a sea of faces and fists pounding in the air. "They honor you, prince," he heard Bardock same.
"You're Damn right they should," Vegeta reinforced with a smirk. He knew he didnt really have anything left in the tank, but especially with all eyes on him, he had to press forward.
The Saiyan prince began to charge forward for his final attack, drawing on the fumes he had left for energy reserves. He got about halfway between his starting position and where Bardock was situated before his legs gave out underneath him. Vegeta's face slammed into the ground, and his momentum propelled his limp body a few feet before coming to a stop at Bardock's feet, completely unconscious. He had literally given everything he had, as he always would.
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