Post by Man on Jul 3, 2015 20:20:55 GMT -5
Tears swelled up in his eyes and cascade down his cheeks like razorblades. The stormy clouds above them roared, playing along with his pounding heart the sound of raging thunder. They were alone. He was alone. Such pain too much to bare, with no one to witness, his emotions were free to stream and rupture. Droplets of rain and tears dripped over the visage of a woman lying still on the ground. Her sweet scent slowly faded. He could still remember her lively beautiful eyes from that very morning as she walked out the door and blew him a kiss. If only he had known that would have been the last time he saw her, he might have scaled down the stairs and embraced her. Now, he held her lifeless body in his arms, his cries drowned by the rumbling skies of despair.
Sakura…
Zero’s eyes shot wide open. He had been meditating in the gravity chamber with his heavy weights as accustomed. He had witnessed that vision a number of times now and each time it seemed more vivid than the last. It was almost as if he were there. The rain never touched him, but the perception of being there was so realistic it fooled his mind into thinking he could feel the sensations of the droplets banging against the hull of his helmet and roll down his cheek just like the man in his vision. However, every time the man’s lips moved, no words came out –as if the audio had been removed from a clip, or the very words themselves stolen from right under his nose. On the other hand, this time it was different. Surprised, the android gazed off at the distance, attempting to make sense of what he had seen. It was the first time he actually heard the name of one of the characters in his mind. Sakura. Who was she? What happened to her? Why was the man crying at her expense?
“W-why… why can’t I win?
The brown haired man staggered as he fought to climb back on his feet. Before him stood a saiyan with its distinctive unruly black hair and battle armor. He was one of the many strays who acted on their own accord. Somewhere out there, he wore the face of a father and lover to his family, living peacefully under the banner of their powerful king. However, when visiting the world of lesser beings such as humans, their hearts churned and twisted into itself, revealing them for what they truly were. Monsters.
“You wanna know why?” the saiyan grinned smugly as he approached the fallen young man. His deleterious smirk subsided suddenly and adapted a stern and serious expression as he addressed the man of brown silky hair. His nostrils flared, as if he could smell the stench of saiyan blood tainted by that of a human. “It’s because you’re weak! You’re low class mutt! Heck, you’re not even pure!” he explained. “You’re the worst saiyans can offer.” The saiyan placed his foot over the young man and began to press on his injuries. The injured half-saiyan screamed in agony. “Maybe a bit of suffering will get you some more power, but just maybe! HAHAHAHA!” he laughed, and grinned, and pressed harder every time. His solemn visage reverted back to his blissful simper. After a while, the young man stopped screaming and closed his eyes.
“What, did I break him?” the saiyan joked. He stopped kicking for a brief moment to inspect his play toy, but then started to crush on him again. “WAKE UP! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!” but the man was unresponsive.
Suddenly, the air revived and coursed around the fallen man as his aura burst with passion. The ground elevated and broke into pieces circulating the injured man. His red aura spawned and formed a shield over him, covering from his adversary’s attacks. The saiyan observed him silently with a perplexed look on his face, as if waiting for the punch-line. Still shielding himself, the young man lifted his body into the air, just over the surface. He then opened his eyes, which flared with rage.
“Now what…” a rhetorical question backed up with a smirk and followed by a swift thrust. The saiyan’s fist broke through the young man’s barrier, shattering it like glass and hit him directly in the gut. The shield had not impeded or thawed the attack in the slightest, fooling the young man into a sense of a false sanctuary. The force behind the saiyan’s gut-wrenching punch propelled the young man through a pair of mountains. Dust was lifted, and nothing could be seen. Nothing but a trail left by the man’s crash landing.
“HAHAHAHA! You can’t beat me no matter how hard you try. Resolve won’t get you anywhere without power to back it up.” Thinking the boy dead, the saiyan spat on the ground and turned his back. But as he was about to fly away, a feint voice could be heard in the distance. The young man’s life force had returned and his weak voice could be heard murmuring –or chanting the words to his signature technique. “..a… me…”.
“What’s this, can’t speak properly anymore?” the saiyan burst into a cackle. However, no answer was deigned. “H… ME...” his voice was now echoing through the mountains. The impatient saiyan was becoming restless, “listen here, I don’t have all day to play with yo-,“ he stopped, as he saw a bulb of blue light, hiding in the airborne dust. With one reverberating cry stemmed from the deepest bowels of his heart, the young man extended his hands forward and released the distinctive blue beam of energy. The dust was pushed aside and then garnered as it rode along the circumference of the impending energy wave. The cocky saiyan was caught off guard, granting him a direct hit. The young man had put every bit of energy he had left into this final attack.
The smoke soon dispersed and the man was laying with his back against a protruding rock which served to prop his attack. His arm hung in the air, his chest heaving with exhaustion. I… won? he thought, unable to verbally express his feelings any longer. He was so badly injured he couldn’t figure out why the pants of a fighter is always the only piece of fabric to barely survive. The young man relaxed his body and began to laugh at himself, or at least, that was the intent. Every cackle was met with a sharp pain and incessant coughing, blood splattered on the ground, exuded from his mouth. His mood was soon crushed, however, when he heard the mocking laughter of what he hoped was an illusion. The young man lifted his head as far as his mistreated body allowed. At this point, he could barely make out the shape of his own feet. Trying to see what was coming; a figurative human was walking towards him. With the combination of distance and the man’s blurred, tired eyes, he could not make out the details of the dark figure that had spawned from the depths of the cloud of debris. But that was fixed with time, when the saiyan had gotten to talking distance.
He looked down casually, examining the half-saiyan’s terrified expression. “What, you thought you killed me?” a rhetorical question with a bit of sarcasm. He wasn’t even scratched. “I gotta admit… you scared me there, for a moment. But like I said…” with that last word; he slammed his foot on the young man once again, who could barely even grunt at this level. The saiyan gripped his face and lifted him in the air, -what’s left of him at least.- and he then realized the earthling had feinted. Losing interest, he tossed the young man aside, as if he were some disposable trash and left him there, under the full moon…
Model Zero stood atop a pillar, spectating the event. He had grown into the habit of ‘re-enacting’ the visions that invaded his mind with help of the simulator. His face was still and calm as ever, unaffected by the outcome of the struggle. His gaze was that of utter scrutiny. The android believed that if he could literally place himself inside the visions, he would be able to better understand why he was witnessing them or the meaning it may or may not bear within. His mind lingered on the blue wave of energy that ruptured the air and threatened to end the saiyan’s life. The technique was exquisite and oddly familiar, yet he could not clearly grasp its name as the young man chant its name.
The scene soon faded with the wind. Zero was transported back to the gravity chamber with the replica saiyan staring at him a meter away with a neutral and empty expression. Model Zero crouched slightly and cupped his hands behind his back in an effort to imitate the young man from his vision. The saiyan’s visage would not change. He appeared almost robotic or absent minded as the android continued. Not knowing the exact words used during the techniques execution, Model Zero neglected to use any and remained silent as he channeled his energy into the palm of his hands. The blue pools swirled about his fingers, magnifying by the minute. Zero glanced sideways as his grip with a troubled look. The immense energy he tried to harness in one sphere was so much his hands would begin to shake and tremble, threatening the stability of his stance and the attack as a whole. Fearing the worst, Zero extended his arms forward with the intention of releasing the energy wave, but as soon as he did the sphere convulsed and erupted in his hands.
Steam hissed from his body as he stood empty handed and damaged by his own technique. He did little more than shift the saiyan’s hair with the turbulent breeze unleashed by the shockwave of his failed attack. The saiyan’s monotonous gaze shifted to a smug grin to ridicule the android at his poor attempt. If there was anything the android had learned from this, it was one thing...
[PL/Heavy Weights/Simulator/70x Gravity]
Sakura…
Zero’s eyes shot wide open. He had been meditating in the gravity chamber with his heavy weights as accustomed. He had witnessed that vision a number of times now and each time it seemed more vivid than the last. It was almost as if he were there. The rain never touched him, but the perception of being there was so realistic it fooled his mind into thinking he could feel the sensations of the droplets banging against the hull of his helmet and roll down his cheek just like the man in his vision. However, every time the man’s lips moved, no words came out –as if the audio had been removed from a clip, or the very words themselves stolen from right under his nose. On the other hand, this time it was different. Surprised, the android gazed off at the distance, attempting to make sense of what he had seen. It was the first time he actually heard the name of one of the characters in his mind. Sakura. Who was she? What happened to her? Why was the man crying at her expense?
“W-why… why can’t I win?
The brown haired man staggered as he fought to climb back on his feet. Before him stood a saiyan with its distinctive unruly black hair and battle armor. He was one of the many strays who acted on their own accord. Somewhere out there, he wore the face of a father and lover to his family, living peacefully under the banner of their powerful king. However, when visiting the world of lesser beings such as humans, their hearts churned and twisted into itself, revealing them for what they truly were. Monsters.
“You wanna know why?” the saiyan grinned smugly as he approached the fallen young man. His deleterious smirk subsided suddenly and adapted a stern and serious expression as he addressed the man of brown silky hair. His nostrils flared, as if he could smell the stench of saiyan blood tainted by that of a human. “It’s because you’re weak! You’re low class mutt! Heck, you’re not even pure!” he explained. “You’re the worst saiyans can offer.” The saiyan placed his foot over the young man and began to press on his injuries. The injured half-saiyan screamed in agony. “Maybe a bit of suffering will get you some more power, but just maybe! HAHAHAHA!” he laughed, and grinned, and pressed harder every time. His solemn visage reverted back to his blissful simper. After a while, the young man stopped screaming and closed his eyes.
“What, did I break him?” the saiyan joked. He stopped kicking for a brief moment to inspect his play toy, but then started to crush on him again. “WAKE UP! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!” but the man was unresponsive.
Suddenly, the air revived and coursed around the fallen man as his aura burst with passion. The ground elevated and broke into pieces circulating the injured man. His red aura spawned and formed a shield over him, covering from his adversary’s attacks. The saiyan observed him silently with a perplexed look on his face, as if waiting for the punch-line. Still shielding himself, the young man lifted his body into the air, just over the surface. He then opened his eyes, which flared with rage.
“Now what…” a rhetorical question backed up with a smirk and followed by a swift thrust. The saiyan’s fist broke through the young man’s barrier, shattering it like glass and hit him directly in the gut. The shield had not impeded or thawed the attack in the slightest, fooling the young man into a sense of a false sanctuary. The force behind the saiyan’s gut-wrenching punch propelled the young man through a pair of mountains. Dust was lifted, and nothing could be seen. Nothing but a trail left by the man’s crash landing.
“HAHAHAHA! You can’t beat me no matter how hard you try. Resolve won’t get you anywhere without power to back it up.” Thinking the boy dead, the saiyan spat on the ground and turned his back. But as he was about to fly away, a feint voice could be heard in the distance. The young man’s life force had returned and his weak voice could be heard murmuring –or chanting the words to his signature technique. “..a… me…”.
“What’s this, can’t speak properly anymore?” the saiyan burst into a cackle. However, no answer was deigned. “H… ME...” his voice was now echoing through the mountains. The impatient saiyan was becoming restless, “listen here, I don’t have all day to play with yo-,“ he stopped, as he saw a bulb of blue light, hiding in the airborne dust. With one reverberating cry stemmed from the deepest bowels of his heart, the young man extended his hands forward and released the distinctive blue beam of energy. The dust was pushed aside and then garnered as it rode along the circumference of the impending energy wave. The cocky saiyan was caught off guard, granting him a direct hit. The young man had put every bit of energy he had left into this final attack.
The smoke soon dispersed and the man was laying with his back against a protruding rock which served to prop his attack. His arm hung in the air, his chest heaving with exhaustion. I… won? he thought, unable to verbally express his feelings any longer. He was so badly injured he couldn’t figure out why the pants of a fighter is always the only piece of fabric to barely survive. The young man relaxed his body and began to laugh at himself, or at least, that was the intent. Every cackle was met with a sharp pain and incessant coughing, blood splattered on the ground, exuded from his mouth. His mood was soon crushed, however, when he heard the mocking laughter of what he hoped was an illusion. The young man lifted his head as far as his mistreated body allowed. At this point, he could barely make out the shape of his own feet. Trying to see what was coming; a figurative human was walking towards him. With the combination of distance and the man’s blurred, tired eyes, he could not make out the details of the dark figure that had spawned from the depths of the cloud of debris. But that was fixed with time, when the saiyan had gotten to talking distance.
He looked down casually, examining the half-saiyan’s terrified expression. “What, you thought you killed me?” a rhetorical question with a bit of sarcasm. He wasn’t even scratched. “I gotta admit… you scared me there, for a moment. But like I said…” with that last word; he slammed his foot on the young man once again, who could barely even grunt at this level. The saiyan gripped his face and lifted him in the air, -what’s left of him at least.- and he then realized the earthling had feinted. Losing interest, he tossed the young man aside, as if he were some disposable trash and left him there, under the full moon…
Model Zero stood atop a pillar, spectating the event. He had grown into the habit of ‘re-enacting’ the visions that invaded his mind with help of the simulator. His face was still and calm as ever, unaffected by the outcome of the struggle. His gaze was that of utter scrutiny. The android believed that if he could literally place himself inside the visions, he would be able to better understand why he was witnessing them or the meaning it may or may not bear within. His mind lingered on the blue wave of energy that ruptured the air and threatened to end the saiyan’s life. The technique was exquisite and oddly familiar, yet he could not clearly grasp its name as the young man chant its name.
The scene soon faded with the wind. Zero was transported back to the gravity chamber with the replica saiyan staring at him a meter away with a neutral and empty expression. Model Zero crouched slightly and cupped his hands behind his back in an effort to imitate the young man from his vision. The saiyan’s visage would not change. He appeared almost robotic or absent minded as the android continued. Not knowing the exact words used during the techniques execution, Model Zero neglected to use any and remained silent as he channeled his energy into the palm of his hands. The blue pools swirled about his fingers, magnifying by the minute. Zero glanced sideways as his grip with a troubled look. The immense energy he tried to harness in one sphere was so much his hands would begin to shake and tremble, threatening the stability of his stance and the attack as a whole. Fearing the worst, Zero extended his arms forward with the intention of releasing the energy wave, but as soon as he did the sphere convulsed and erupted in his hands.
Steam hissed from his body as he stood empty handed and damaged by his own technique. He did little more than shift the saiyan’s hair with the turbulent breeze unleashed by the shockwave of his failed attack. The saiyan’s monotonous gaze shifted to a smug grin to ridicule the android at his poor attempt. If there was anything the android had learned from this, it was one thing...
[PL/Heavy Weights/Simulator/70x Gravity]