Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 18, 2014 19:43:37 GMT -5
The only sound the Saiyan warrior and former prince known as Ninjin Hattori could hear was the beating of his own heart. The breath he had taken minutes ago was held deeply within his chest, and with a sudden yell and exhale of breath he struck the punching bag in front of him with tremendous force. It exploded violently on contact with his glowing gold fist, sending chunks of the brick material inside shooting all over the training room. The prince had many forms of punches that he could hit one with, his favored style of combat being a straight on brawl, but his favorite was perhaps his ki infused fists. There was something so natural feeling about it. With his blood gauntlets he had to physically bleed first. His Father-Son strike required great energy. His solar-lash required solar energy to build. The ki infused fists were just so… easy. With minimal effort he scooped up another punching bag and placed it in the spot where the previous one had been mere moments ago.
He exhaled deeply and struck it once again, though he did his best not to break it this time. This cycle continued, though the prince’s mind was elsewhere. They were still on their careening course deep through space, Celeh and he. Traveling after an assassin who was terrible at his job. Though perhaps he was due a promotion or raise for getting the former crown prince and enemy number one of the church to follow after him. What it was they would find upon arrival at wherever it was they were going, none in the Saiyan war party could even fathom a guess. It was as unknown as the vastness of space.
There was something he couldn’t get off of his mind though, besides everything else that had happened. It was what Celeh had said shortly after coming out of the healing pod. The way to destroy a planet would perhaps lie within a technique intended to pierce, with an extended release. The thought should have come to him before, and he almost kicked himself. The idea was extremely plausible and if the former prince could think of anything that would work to destroy a planet on such a level it was that. Now… how to go about creating such a technique? And one with power to destroy a planet? That… that was asking a lot.
Ninjin had obtained a level of control over his body few in the galaxy could rival, and he prided himself on it. But even he wonded whether or not he had within him the power to destroy a planet. The sheer force it would require… well more power than he had ever seen. For all the power Aer Nin had the best she could do by blowing herself up was take down a castle. He would need so much more power than even that, he wasn’t trying to take down just one building, he was trying to take down a world. Still, he had reached a level momentarily that far surpassed what even his Oozaru form was capable of, and scoffed at the power that Aer Nin could output. Still, the question was, would he be able to reach it again?
And even if he did… would he have a technique ready that was strong enough? In his minds’ eye he could perfectly picture the move that Celeh had described. Arm’s shaking he held them both out before him, bases of his palms touching and fingers curled towards the center. With extreme focus he poured his energy into the point where his palms met. Ki built there as he had expected it to, after all he had mastery over himself. That was never really the issue though. The question is would he be able to get the technique right. That was the difficult part. Getting it to bore first, and then explode. He would practice with his punching bags until he got it right, and then even after that.
Hands shaking he let the little amount of ki go, and it exploded on contact with the punching bag, charring the side and leaving little bits smoldering with fire. Ninjin gritted his teeth. This would not be a quick endeavor. He went again. After what felt like hours he felt a tap on his shoulder that caused him to jump slightly. Who in the world would be interrupting his training. Secretly he hoped it was Celeh, and was slightly disappointed to find it was Maru, this ship’s pilot. He had with him a thermos of water, which the former prince took and drank from greedily. It surprised him, he hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. The training was taking much out of him. No doubt he would need to use a healing pod after all of this, simply to regain his spent energy.
“How long have I been at this?” Winded he asked the smaller Saiyan, who grinned cheerfully and mischievously at the words. That was one thing the former prince always noticed and liked about Maru, there was always a mischievous spark in the smaller Saiyan’s eyes.
“Are you sure you want to know sir?” He said in a sing-song jokng voice. In truth it had been hours, but the former prince had been so lost in what he was doing that he hadn’t noticed the time flying by. This technique had to be perfected, it was very likely that all of their lives, and quite possibly the lives of all of those they had left behind on New Vegeta, depended on it. It was not something Ninjin could afford to take lightly. He turned his back to Maru and back towards the punching bags. He had run out of fresh ones long ago, it wasn’t as if the ship had an unlimited supply of punching bags, but the former prince had been careful, and thus was able to repair bags to reuse them.
“Want me to come bring you more water in another few hours?” Maru asked cheerfully, but the former prince gave no answer, he was lost in his zone of concentration once more. The pilot bowed and ducked out of the room, and once again it was just Ninjin alone with his thoughts and his training and his punching bags. He was not allowing himself much time to rest, as he never knew just when it was they would finally discover their destination. He had to be ready. This technique had to be ready. If it wasn’t it could spell doom for them all. The amount of pressure that he was in was almost indescribable. He was doing everything he could to strengthen himself before they reached their destination. He and Celeh had trained for what felt like hours as well, the training room still had the damage to it to prove it. Through it all he noticed that the heavy armor bubebolos had given him wasn’t slowing him down as much as it used to, and it felt good to wear even whilst training.
The ki left his palms and he concentrated, focusing on the technique as he envisioned it within his minds’ eye. It struck the bag and pierced it, making the first progress of the technique. The former crown prince was elated, but the beam never exploded within the bag, it had merely fizzled out upon touching the bag. He growled and swore in frustration, kicking one of the bags by his feet and causing debris to fly up out of it. He sighed and the visor of his armor fell away with a thought, exposing his face. He ran his hand over it and tried to shake some of the stress away. He had noticed in the mirror earlier that his jet black hair was beginning to lighten at the temples. The stress of being royalty, and living his life, was aging him prematurely.
“It’s times like these I could really use you here Truffle.” What he wouldn’t give to have his best friend by his side during this whole ordeal. Hell there were many times recently where he wished Truffle would have been there. He could only imagine how strong the two of them would be had his friend been by his side the entire time. Also, he could only imagine how different things might have turned out. Though one of the things that kept him going was knowing that despite what was happening to him, Truffle was safe. He hoped his blue best friend was happy wherever he was. It saddened to think he would never see the alien again. Would the alien feel it? Should he perish in the upcoming conflict, would the Hoyo be able to feel it even across the universe? No doubt he would. Hoyo’s were just like that.
It was likely he would never see anyone he loved again. If the mission went according to plan or otherwise, there were not a whole lot of options that the former prince had. Escaping the destruction of the planet would nesisitate having a ship, and there was no guarantee that that would happen. Also there were all of the enemies that they would no doubt encounter. If the head of the church was there this was no doubt suicide. And even if he didn’t perish on the mission no doubt upon his return home to New Vegeta he would have to attempt to take his throne back from his sister.
He had obtained a power unlike any he had felt before, but if the rumors were true so too did she. Which of them was the legendary super Saiyan? And whichever it was, would this determine which of them would keep the throne? Ninjin had the rightful claim to it being the crown prince, but Akassa had taken it by force then she was no doubt powerful indeed. The former prince and rightful king supposed that would be decided if and when he returned home.
Once more the ki left his conjoined palms and pierced the bag, but cut through too far and exploded on the other side, though weakly. Ninjin swore and threw one of the bricks that made up the contents of the bag at it. It rebounded and struck him square in the center of the forehead. With great fury he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose. The bag was not taunting him that was impossible, the bag was only a bag. The technique also wasn’t playing games with him, it just needed the proper utilization and then he would master it. He vowed to master it.
Once more Ninjin tried the technique. He reckoned it was a smart idea to keep things on the smaller scale he had been, as the results had been less than pleasing for quite some time. Adding more ki to the moves would make the mistakes that much more costly. They could ill afford to lose their ship to an accident by the former prince. That, and there was the fact that he could always add in more energy later by charging his ki into the attack.
The beam pierced the bag, and there was a small detonation within it. It was a start. Hours and hours seemed to fly by, though in actuality it may have only been minutes, so lost was the former prince in his creating and mastering of his technique. Maru once again brought him water, but this time the prince didn’t even seem to notice. The smaller Saiyan smiled.
To Maru the king looked fierce. The Saiyan pilot had supported the crown prince since his coronation day, and had looked up to him ever since. Now, to be here, in the prince’s presence… there was nothing like it. And the move seemed terrifying, and certainly, at least to the pilot’s limited understanding of ki based attacks, like it should destroy a planet. How could Akassa have wished to stand against him? She had done so before and the prince had won, everyone in the galaxy had been front row center for that fight. What the king had done was brutal, and no doubt so too would the false Queen’s punishment be when Ninjin once more returned home. He left the king alone, vowing to try and never piss him off.
Ninjin’s thoughts moved towards his friend on the mission, Celeh. He wondered what she was doing at this time, if she too was trying to think of a technique that could destroy a planet, or if the thoughts of the mission weighed as heavily on her mind as it did his. He knew her stance on the genocide, but only if he could make her see. If he didn’t do this… their people might be pushed to the brink of extinction. If he failed, the mission would fall to her, though truthfully he wasn’t sure how she would be able to pull it off if he had been unable to. Still and for all she was a good solider, and the more time the former prince spent with her the fonder he seemed to grow of her. The feelings he found himself having towards her surprised him, both by their romantic nature, and by how powerful they were becoming. He wondered if it was their possible coming doom that was making him think this way, or if he was truly growing feelings for the Saiyan woman? Either way he wished to explore them, but he didn’t know how the woman felt.
He shook his head, all of these thoughts were only serving one purpose, distracting him. Regardless of his feelings for Celeh or anyone else, he had a job to do. His people’s lives hung in the balance, their blood on his hands and he was not willing to let them all down. He had already done that once, letting them attack New Vegeta as they had. It was time to end the life-long war he had had with them.
His technique once again left his hands, and as it did he knew he had done it correctly. It burrowed into the bag and nestled there for a moment. It was a long enough moment for the prince to doubt he had done it correctly. Then the bag buckled and exploded outwards with tremendous force. It had worked. Now there was the matter of making it bigger, infusing it with the power to destroy planets. How could he add more power to one of his moves? He knew a few ways.
Without thinking, almost as if acting on instinct, the king of vampires slid a knife from a sheath in the small of his back. He ran the blade along his hand, and although a cut form there no blood dripped from the wound. He slid the blade along his other palm and shivered from the pain of it, but continued nonetheless. Once more his formed ki into his palm, and as he did so, two streams of blood began to trickle from the slices in his palms into the forming sphere of energy. He release it and once more it shot into a bag. It nestled there once again, then it exploded with a force more violent than the first time.
Close, but there was one more thing Ninjin could do to enhance the strength. He returned once more to the position he had created to harness the technique, and ki began to flow. Soon after the blood magic followed. Thirdly and lastly, Ninjin’s right arm began to glow with intense energy. It was the power of the sun’s lash. He channeled it too into the orb, it was now a melding of all of the prince’s sources of power. It was a symbol of his own power. It would be a symbol of his refusal to bow to the church, and as such it would destroy one of their planets.
He launched it at the bag once more, and it did its job exactly as Ninjin had first envisioned the technique, exploded with tremendous violent force. It knocked the Saiyan warrior off of his feet. If there was one thing that was going to destroy wherever it was they were going, his new technique would do the trick.
Still in his heart-of-hearts he wished that he didn’t have to use it. That there was still some way he could talk to the church and make them listen to reason. But he had dealt with these people longer than anyone should have been forced to. He knew there was to be none of that with them. It was kill or be killed, and Ninjin had finally just decided to let go and be the one to do the killing. He rationalized it within his own mind. It was not as if he was doing it to just any old somebodies. These people had just killed thousands of his own, had tried to do so for years, and would continue to do so if left unabated.
He now had the power to destroy worlds, or at least he was convinced he did. If he used the technique, in combined with the power he had unleashed before, he was convinced he had the power to destroy a planet. He just hoped his actions could be forgiven.
After all. He wasn’t left with much of a choice.
Technique learned-
*Ultimate Shirishiri Cannnon- Combining all three of Ninjin’s sources of power, the ki his body had, the blood magic that he gained from the Iblisians, and the solar energy stored within his arm, Ninjin forms a ball of energy, which, with enough of his energy poured into it, was designed for planet-killing. This technique has the ability to burrow into a target, and then blow up on a delay (a post later/ charges extended the delay by one post per charge). At lesser energies this move is not as effective, but still potentially devastating.
*Master-level tech.
Pl please. Heavy weights in effect.
He exhaled deeply and struck it once again, though he did his best not to break it this time. This cycle continued, though the prince’s mind was elsewhere. They were still on their careening course deep through space, Celeh and he. Traveling after an assassin who was terrible at his job. Though perhaps he was due a promotion or raise for getting the former crown prince and enemy number one of the church to follow after him. What it was they would find upon arrival at wherever it was they were going, none in the Saiyan war party could even fathom a guess. It was as unknown as the vastness of space.
There was something he couldn’t get off of his mind though, besides everything else that had happened. It was what Celeh had said shortly after coming out of the healing pod. The way to destroy a planet would perhaps lie within a technique intended to pierce, with an extended release. The thought should have come to him before, and he almost kicked himself. The idea was extremely plausible and if the former prince could think of anything that would work to destroy a planet on such a level it was that. Now… how to go about creating such a technique? And one with power to destroy a planet? That… that was asking a lot.
Ninjin had obtained a level of control over his body few in the galaxy could rival, and he prided himself on it. But even he wonded whether or not he had within him the power to destroy a planet. The sheer force it would require… well more power than he had ever seen. For all the power Aer Nin had the best she could do by blowing herself up was take down a castle. He would need so much more power than even that, he wasn’t trying to take down just one building, he was trying to take down a world. Still, he had reached a level momentarily that far surpassed what even his Oozaru form was capable of, and scoffed at the power that Aer Nin could output. Still, the question was, would he be able to reach it again?
And even if he did… would he have a technique ready that was strong enough? In his minds’ eye he could perfectly picture the move that Celeh had described. Arm’s shaking he held them both out before him, bases of his palms touching and fingers curled towards the center. With extreme focus he poured his energy into the point where his palms met. Ki built there as he had expected it to, after all he had mastery over himself. That was never really the issue though. The question is would he be able to get the technique right. That was the difficult part. Getting it to bore first, and then explode. He would practice with his punching bags until he got it right, and then even after that.
Hands shaking he let the little amount of ki go, and it exploded on contact with the punching bag, charring the side and leaving little bits smoldering with fire. Ninjin gritted his teeth. This would not be a quick endeavor. He went again. After what felt like hours he felt a tap on his shoulder that caused him to jump slightly. Who in the world would be interrupting his training. Secretly he hoped it was Celeh, and was slightly disappointed to find it was Maru, this ship’s pilot. He had with him a thermos of water, which the former prince took and drank from greedily. It surprised him, he hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. The training was taking much out of him. No doubt he would need to use a healing pod after all of this, simply to regain his spent energy.
“How long have I been at this?” Winded he asked the smaller Saiyan, who grinned cheerfully and mischievously at the words. That was one thing the former prince always noticed and liked about Maru, there was always a mischievous spark in the smaller Saiyan’s eyes.
“Are you sure you want to know sir?” He said in a sing-song jokng voice. In truth it had been hours, but the former prince had been so lost in what he was doing that he hadn’t noticed the time flying by. This technique had to be perfected, it was very likely that all of their lives, and quite possibly the lives of all of those they had left behind on New Vegeta, depended on it. It was not something Ninjin could afford to take lightly. He turned his back to Maru and back towards the punching bags. He had run out of fresh ones long ago, it wasn’t as if the ship had an unlimited supply of punching bags, but the former prince had been careful, and thus was able to repair bags to reuse them.
“Want me to come bring you more water in another few hours?” Maru asked cheerfully, but the former prince gave no answer, he was lost in his zone of concentration once more. The pilot bowed and ducked out of the room, and once again it was just Ninjin alone with his thoughts and his training and his punching bags. He was not allowing himself much time to rest, as he never knew just when it was they would finally discover their destination. He had to be ready. This technique had to be ready. If it wasn’t it could spell doom for them all. The amount of pressure that he was in was almost indescribable. He was doing everything he could to strengthen himself before they reached their destination. He and Celeh had trained for what felt like hours as well, the training room still had the damage to it to prove it. Through it all he noticed that the heavy armor bubebolos had given him wasn’t slowing him down as much as it used to, and it felt good to wear even whilst training.
The ki left his palms and he concentrated, focusing on the technique as he envisioned it within his minds’ eye. It struck the bag and pierced it, making the first progress of the technique. The former crown prince was elated, but the beam never exploded within the bag, it had merely fizzled out upon touching the bag. He growled and swore in frustration, kicking one of the bags by his feet and causing debris to fly up out of it. He sighed and the visor of his armor fell away with a thought, exposing his face. He ran his hand over it and tried to shake some of the stress away. He had noticed in the mirror earlier that his jet black hair was beginning to lighten at the temples. The stress of being royalty, and living his life, was aging him prematurely.
“It’s times like these I could really use you here Truffle.” What he wouldn’t give to have his best friend by his side during this whole ordeal. Hell there were many times recently where he wished Truffle would have been there. He could only imagine how strong the two of them would be had his friend been by his side the entire time. Also, he could only imagine how different things might have turned out. Though one of the things that kept him going was knowing that despite what was happening to him, Truffle was safe. He hoped his blue best friend was happy wherever he was. It saddened to think he would never see the alien again. Would the alien feel it? Should he perish in the upcoming conflict, would the Hoyo be able to feel it even across the universe? No doubt he would. Hoyo’s were just like that.
It was likely he would never see anyone he loved again. If the mission went according to plan or otherwise, there were not a whole lot of options that the former prince had. Escaping the destruction of the planet would nesisitate having a ship, and there was no guarantee that that would happen. Also there were all of the enemies that they would no doubt encounter. If the head of the church was there this was no doubt suicide. And even if he didn’t perish on the mission no doubt upon his return home to New Vegeta he would have to attempt to take his throne back from his sister.
He had obtained a power unlike any he had felt before, but if the rumors were true so too did she. Which of them was the legendary super Saiyan? And whichever it was, would this determine which of them would keep the throne? Ninjin had the rightful claim to it being the crown prince, but Akassa had taken it by force then she was no doubt powerful indeed. The former prince and rightful king supposed that would be decided if and when he returned home.
Once more the ki left his conjoined palms and pierced the bag, but cut through too far and exploded on the other side, though weakly. Ninjin swore and threw one of the bricks that made up the contents of the bag at it. It rebounded and struck him square in the center of the forehead. With great fury he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose. The bag was not taunting him that was impossible, the bag was only a bag. The technique also wasn’t playing games with him, it just needed the proper utilization and then he would master it. He vowed to master it.
Once more Ninjin tried the technique. He reckoned it was a smart idea to keep things on the smaller scale he had been, as the results had been less than pleasing for quite some time. Adding more ki to the moves would make the mistakes that much more costly. They could ill afford to lose their ship to an accident by the former prince. That, and there was the fact that he could always add in more energy later by charging his ki into the attack.
The beam pierced the bag, and there was a small detonation within it. It was a start. Hours and hours seemed to fly by, though in actuality it may have only been minutes, so lost was the former prince in his creating and mastering of his technique. Maru once again brought him water, but this time the prince didn’t even seem to notice. The smaller Saiyan smiled.
To Maru the king looked fierce. The Saiyan pilot had supported the crown prince since his coronation day, and had looked up to him ever since. Now, to be here, in the prince’s presence… there was nothing like it. And the move seemed terrifying, and certainly, at least to the pilot’s limited understanding of ki based attacks, like it should destroy a planet. How could Akassa have wished to stand against him? She had done so before and the prince had won, everyone in the galaxy had been front row center for that fight. What the king had done was brutal, and no doubt so too would the false Queen’s punishment be when Ninjin once more returned home. He left the king alone, vowing to try and never piss him off.
Ninjin’s thoughts moved towards his friend on the mission, Celeh. He wondered what she was doing at this time, if she too was trying to think of a technique that could destroy a planet, or if the thoughts of the mission weighed as heavily on her mind as it did his. He knew her stance on the genocide, but only if he could make her see. If he didn’t do this… their people might be pushed to the brink of extinction. If he failed, the mission would fall to her, though truthfully he wasn’t sure how she would be able to pull it off if he had been unable to. Still and for all she was a good solider, and the more time the former prince spent with her the fonder he seemed to grow of her. The feelings he found himself having towards her surprised him, both by their romantic nature, and by how powerful they were becoming. He wondered if it was their possible coming doom that was making him think this way, or if he was truly growing feelings for the Saiyan woman? Either way he wished to explore them, but he didn’t know how the woman felt.
He shook his head, all of these thoughts were only serving one purpose, distracting him. Regardless of his feelings for Celeh or anyone else, he had a job to do. His people’s lives hung in the balance, their blood on his hands and he was not willing to let them all down. He had already done that once, letting them attack New Vegeta as they had. It was time to end the life-long war he had had with them.
His technique once again left his hands, and as it did he knew he had done it correctly. It burrowed into the bag and nestled there for a moment. It was a long enough moment for the prince to doubt he had done it correctly. Then the bag buckled and exploded outwards with tremendous force. It had worked. Now there was the matter of making it bigger, infusing it with the power to destroy planets. How could he add more power to one of his moves? He knew a few ways.
Without thinking, almost as if acting on instinct, the king of vampires slid a knife from a sheath in the small of his back. He ran the blade along his hand, and although a cut form there no blood dripped from the wound. He slid the blade along his other palm and shivered from the pain of it, but continued nonetheless. Once more his formed ki into his palm, and as he did so, two streams of blood began to trickle from the slices in his palms into the forming sphere of energy. He release it and once more it shot into a bag. It nestled there once again, then it exploded with a force more violent than the first time.
Close, but there was one more thing Ninjin could do to enhance the strength. He returned once more to the position he had created to harness the technique, and ki began to flow. Soon after the blood magic followed. Thirdly and lastly, Ninjin’s right arm began to glow with intense energy. It was the power of the sun’s lash. He channeled it too into the orb, it was now a melding of all of the prince’s sources of power. It was a symbol of his own power. It would be a symbol of his refusal to bow to the church, and as such it would destroy one of their planets.
He launched it at the bag once more, and it did its job exactly as Ninjin had first envisioned the technique, exploded with tremendous violent force. It knocked the Saiyan warrior off of his feet. If there was one thing that was going to destroy wherever it was they were going, his new technique would do the trick.
Still in his heart-of-hearts he wished that he didn’t have to use it. That there was still some way he could talk to the church and make them listen to reason. But he had dealt with these people longer than anyone should have been forced to. He knew there was to be none of that with them. It was kill or be killed, and Ninjin had finally just decided to let go and be the one to do the killing. He rationalized it within his own mind. It was not as if he was doing it to just any old somebodies. These people had just killed thousands of his own, had tried to do so for years, and would continue to do so if left unabated.
He now had the power to destroy worlds, or at least he was convinced he did. If he used the technique, in combined with the power he had unleashed before, he was convinced he had the power to destroy a planet. He just hoped his actions could be forgiven.
After all. He wasn’t left with much of a choice.
Technique learned-
*Ultimate Shirishiri Cannnon- Combining all three of Ninjin’s sources of power, the ki his body had, the blood magic that he gained from the Iblisians, and the solar energy stored within his arm, Ninjin forms a ball of energy, which, with enough of his energy poured into it, was designed for planet-killing. This technique has the ability to burrow into a target, and then blow up on a delay (a post later/ charges extended the delay by one post per charge). At lesser energies this move is not as effective, but still potentially devastating.
*Master-level tech.
Pl please. Heavy weights in effect.