Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 21, 2015 13:51:00 GMT -5
The lights flickered on with a hum and the distinct sound of engines whirring to life filled the airy space of the simulator hub. Ninjin Hattori looked around the space as he made his way to the center of it. It was a marvelous thing, a great invention by great minds. There were plenty others in the galaxy, but this had been the first his new PTO had come up with, and the Emperor was eager to try it out. One aspect of being the ruler of Beta Major he hadn’t expected to enjoy so much was his position as the CEO of the PTO. It had seemed like an arduous task on paper. After spending a deal of time with the workings of the company, and changing it to fit his image of it, he found he quite enjoyed it.
A console rose from the center of the floor to meet him as he made his way to the very epicenter of the dome.
Greetings A voice called out, seemingly coming from all around the Emperor. Ninjin smiled at the pleasant sounding voice. It was masculine, but not harsh. It sounded very intelligent.
“Greetings in return.”
What program do you desire, NINJIN HATTORI? His name was said in a pre-programed way, but the rest of the vocal qualities of the a.i were amazing. Ninjin was impressed with the work his scientists had been able to come up with.
“List all programs.”
Current available programs: Program 1: Father, Program 2: Demon, Program 3: Cardinal. End of list of current programs.
The first one caused Ninjin’s eyebrows to rise. Father? Did that mean…? Could it possibly? The simulator was said to be able to access the memories of one who uses it to replicate any fighter they had come across before. The three programs were limited sure, but the hardware was up and coming. This was a beta training session. Still that wasn’t any reason for Ninjin to hold back or not test himself.
“Run Program: Father.”
Right away sir
Suddenly the dome began to shimmer with mysterious energy and what it changed in to next caused a catch in Ninjin’s throat. It was a place long lost, one that he would never see again. The old throne room in the old palace on New Vegeta. It was identical in every last way, right down to the last hair on the beard of the giant Saiyan sitting on the throne. Ninjin’s found he could next get the breath to come to his lungs. The last time he had seen his father he had been poisoned and not yet back to his full strength. He and Natisha had made the decision to send Ninjin and Celeh as a war party for retribution. He died whilst Ninjin was away.
The hulking Saiyan looked down at the former crown prince of the Saiyans and scowled.
“Just what is it that you want now Ninjin?” The tone took Ninjin by surprise.
“Father?” The fact that this was a simulation was momentarily lost on the Saiyan. Tsyuo looked down annoyed at his son.
“What could you possibly need from me? And what could I possibly want from a failure of a Saiyan.” The force of the words hit Ninjin in the chest like a wrecking ball. He took a step back, and the look on his face was one of horror. That he had just heard his father utter such words, he had never spoken to his first-born son like that.
“You can’t possibly mea-”
“PAH! And now you suppose to tell me, ME, what I do and do not mean. This from the failure, a shadow of what my son once was.”
Ninjin’s fists curled in anger by his sides. What right did his father have to speak to him like that. He was the failure? He was not the one who had gone to Hell. He was not the one who had done such things as to invoke the wrath of his daughter and Ninjin’s sister Akassa Hattori. He was not the failure to the race.
“How dare you.” Tsyuo merely chuckled at the words.
“Yes how dare I?! The leader of the lizards wishes to ask ‘how dare I’. You are pathetic. You let your birthright go to your sister and gave it up without even so much as a fight, to do what? Lead the race that was once responsibly for carrying out our destruction in the first place. And you even fell in love with one of them?! Disgusting. I had such high hopes for you, look how far you’ve fallen.”
Ninjin gawked at his father. Tsyuo stood from the chair and walked towards his son still dwarfing him.
“Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. To think that I once loved you as a son.”
The simulation moved to walk past him but Ninjin stuck out his arm. There was a look of fury in his eyes.
“You’re the disgusting one. You seek to lecture me on how to rule a people, yet it was your own arrogance and vile ways that saw you brought low. I did what I did for my people. You only ever sought to sate your own ego. I have passed everything you ever dreamed of being.”
Ninjin stepped backwards and Tsyuo crossed his arms over his chest. With a roar Ninjin activated his Super Saiyan form. Up and up his power rose, past where it had ever gone before. Past what Tsyuo was capable of by far. Past what he had sensed from the kais themselves. Golden energy spiked off of his form, his hair stood rigid and gold. There was something different about this time however. There was no increased anger that came with the form. There was just calmness. Power. Authority.
“I am twice the Saiyan you could ever hope to be. I am stronger than the heroes of legend. I have the strength of gods. I am a Super Saiyan, and I have chosen my path out of love for my people. You could never understand that.”
It felt easy to be in the Super Saiyan form after having spent such a long time in it. He had truly mastered the form like he had been attempting to in Heaven. Tsyuo scoffed but Ninjin held up an authoritative hand.
“What you think no longer matters to me Father. You were a vile creature, one that deserves the hell you were sent to. My life is my own. My destiny is my own. Your shadow does not hang over me. I will not lose sleep over you suffering in Hell. Our people are far better for your loss. Computer, end program.”
Right away sir. The image around them flickered away. Ninjin’s Super Saiyan form retained, held there almost subconciouslly, with barely any effort from the Emperor. All he did for a long moment was stare at the spot where Tsyuo had been standing moments ago. Though no physical fighting had occurred, a battle that had been brewing for quite some time had been resolved. Ninjin Hattori had mastered himself.
[Pl please. Simulator.]
[Requesting Full Powered Super Saiyan trans.]
A console rose from the center of the floor to meet him as he made his way to the very epicenter of the dome.
Greetings A voice called out, seemingly coming from all around the Emperor. Ninjin smiled at the pleasant sounding voice. It was masculine, but not harsh. It sounded very intelligent.
“Greetings in return.”
What program do you desire, NINJIN HATTORI? His name was said in a pre-programed way, but the rest of the vocal qualities of the a.i were amazing. Ninjin was impressed with the work his scientists had been able to come up with.
“List all programs.”
Current available programs: Program 1: Father, Program 2: Demon, Program 3: Cardinal. End of list of current programs.
The first one caused Ninjin’s eyebrows to rise. Father? Did that mean…? Could it possibly? The simulator was said to be able to access the memories of one who uses it to replicate any fighter they had come across before. The three programs were limited sure, but the hardware was up and coming. This was a beta training session. Still that wasn’t any reason for Ninjin to hold back or not test himself.
“Run Program: Father.”
Right away sir
Suddenly the dome began to shimmer with mysterious energy and what it changed in to next caused a catch in Ninjin’s throat. It was a place long lost, one that he would never see again. The old throne room in the old palace on New Vegeta. It was identical in every last way, right down to the last hair on the beard of the giant Saiyan sitting on the throne. Ninjin’s found he could next get the breath to come to his lungs. The last time he had seen his father he had been poisoned and not yet back to his full strength. He and Natisha had made the decision to send Ninjin and Celeh as a war party for retribution. He died whilst Ninjin was away.
The hulking Saiyan looked down at the former crown prince of the Saiyans and scowled.
“Just what is it that you want now Ninjin?” The tone took Ninjin by surprise.
“Father?” The fact that this was a simulation was momentarily lost on the Saiyan. Tsyuo looked down annoyed at his son.
“What could you possibly need from me? And what could I possibly want from a failure of a Saiyan.” The force of the words hit Ninjin in the chest like a wrecking ball. He took a step back, and the look on his face was one of horror. That he had just heard his father utter such words, he had never spoken to his first-born son like that.
“You can’t possibly mea-”
“PAH! And now you suppose to tell me, ME, what I do and do not mean. This from the failure, a shadow of what my son once was.”
Ninjin’s fists curled in anger by his sides. What right did his father have to speak to him like that. He was the failure? He was not the one who had gone to Hell. He was not the one who had done such things as to invoke the wrath of his daughter and Ninjin’s sister Akassa Hattori. He was not the failure to the race.
“How dare you.” Tsyuo merely chuckled at the words.
“Yes how dare I?! The leader of the lizards wishes to ask ‘how dare I’. You are pathetic. You let your birthright go to your sister and gave it up without even so much as a fight, to do what? Lead the race that was once responsibly for carrying out our destruction in the first place. And you even fell in love with one of them?! Disgusting. I had such high hopes for you, look how far you’ve fallen.”
Ninjin gawked at his father. Tsyuo stood from the chair and walked towards his son still dwarfing him.
“Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. To think that I once loved you as a son.”
The simulation moved to walk past him but Ninjin stuck out his arm. There was a look of fury in his eyes.
“You’re the disgusting one. You seek to lecture me on how to rule a people, yet it was your own arrogance and vile ways that saw you brought low. I did what I did for my people. You only ever sought to sate your own ego. I have passed everything you ever dreamed of being.”
Ninjin stepped backwards and Tsyuo crossed his arms over his chest. With a roar Ninjin activated his Super Saiyan form. Up and up his power rose, past where it had ever gone before. Past what Tsyuo was capable of by far. Past what he had sensed from the kais themselves. Golden energy spiked off of his form, his hair stood rigid and gold. There was something different about this time however. There was no increased anger that came with the form. There was just calmness. Power. Authority.
“I am twice the Saiyan you could ever hope to be. I am stronger than the heroes of legend. I have the strength of gods. I am a Super Saiyan, and I have chosen my path out of love for my people. You could never understand that.”
It felt easy to be in the Super Saiyan form after having spent such a long time in it. He had truly mastered the form like he had been attempting to in Heaven. Tsyuo scoffed but Ninjin held up an authoritative hand.
“What you think no longer matters to me Father. You were a vile creature, one that deserves the hell you were sent to. My life is my own. My destiny is my own. Your shadow does not hang over me. I will not lose sleep over you suffering in Hell. Our people are far better for your loss. Computer, end program.”
Right away sir. The image around them flickered away. Ninjin’s Super Saiyan form retained, held there almost subconciouslly, with barely any effort from the Emperor. All he did for a long moment was stare at the spot where Tsyuo had been standing moments ago. Though no physical fighting had occurred, a battle that had been brewing for quite some time had been resolved. Ninjin Hattori had mastered himself.
[Pl please. Simulator.]
[Requesting Full Powered Super Saiyan trans.]