Post by Man on Jan 8, 2014 5:03:17 GMT -5
It was his third time in this chamber. It was his first time with weights while inside the chamber. The gravity was increased five times more than the last, but it felt like twenty. Conri Lane left the place almost irrecognizable. The aides worked day and night in order to restore the chamber as fast as possible so Model Zero's training could resume. The floor tiles were completely removed and replaced by newer ones. The walls were fixed in provisional patches. In just a few days the android would need to report to Lord Zex to receive his very first order, and they made sure he was ready for it.
He would never forget the technique he witnessed that day. Nor would the scientists. While they awaited for the gravity chamber's restoration, Ivan and his crew were brainstorming and rethinking Model Zero's design. They pondered of ways to somehow replicate such an attack or even create a new one which could counter it. But Man's inability to wield energy on his own was an obstacle. It did not take too long before they concluded that the saiyan's technique would not be deciphered over night. Instead, they worked on enhancing Zero's performance with smaller upgrades while they continued to develop the blueprints for something big and destructive.
Let me go! called out a voice muffled from the walls enclosing the chamber. Said walls opened like a hatch. The man was pushed inside the gravity chamber and the doors promptly closed behind him, morphing with the walls. There was no escape. Angered and panicking, he broke through the poorly tied ropes binding his hands out of sheer strength and removed the sack they had placed over his head. "What's the big idea!?" he shouted out, only to find he was all alone in a vast white room. There were no windows, no exit, nothing but a red figure in the distance.
"Is this all we could get?" Ivan asked disappointingly as he observed through the monitor. The man's power-level was not sufficient. "Unfortunately, yes," the doctor replied behind him. "It's difficult finding a suitable challenger within the general public, there are very few like Conri Lane." Ivan scoffed and snarled, unwilling to accept his assistant's comment. There must be stronger people out there, he thought. "However, this one knows how to use energy. Perfect for our experiment," the doctor said. "He's also a criminal. We scooped him off the streets of the Gamma Slums while no one was looking. He has a sweet tooth for jewlry and he's an avid fighter -or so I've heard."
Ivan sighed. "I guess he'll just have to do then." His voice seemed unconvinced but conformed. He studied the hoodlum through the small screen as he began to poke Model Zero's forehead with his index finger. Ivan's eyes grew uninterested. "This job is becoming more of a chore than I bargained for... how are we going to turn this thing into the world's strongest fighting machine without someone who can test its limits? We can't import an ape everytime Model Zero needs to train. It's too expensive!"
"Looks like he needs some sort of rival," the doctor suggested.
"Yes, but where? And how would we maintain it?" Ivan asked. Of course, he wasn't expecting an answer. The doctor's silence was enough, there was no viable solution. The most they could hope for was teaching Model Zero some social skills and tossing him in some bar. Maybe he'd rough it up with some stranger and end up becoming pals. But then, what were the chances that the stranger could keep up with him? And what would happen when Zero surpassed his little toy? They would need to train both in order to keep them competitive, but that could be detrimental to their funds. The doctor lowered his head. Ivan sighed. "Go get me something to drink, I'm gonna get this over with before this guy pokes a whole through Zero's forehead..."
"HelllloooooooO! Is. There. Anybody. In. There?" With every word, the man jabbed his index finger into the android's forehead. Each time a little harder than the last. But the slim being, clad in red armor, had not moved an inch since before he had arrived. His arms hung loose and his back lumped down as if bearing an unimaginable weight. Man's face remained stoic and cold as the floor below their feet. The hoodlum was beginning to question whether he was even conscious.
Suddenly, a static sound buzzed throughout the white chamber and Ivan spoke. "Please stop poking my robot," he pleaded sarcastically. "He is not a boglehead."
The man searched around the room, startled by the sudden voice reverberating off the domed walls. "Huh? Who are you? Are you the guy in charge? Listen, I don't appreciate being dragged here like a sack of shit, you hear? And I'm tired of your little friend here. He hasn't moved an inch since I got here!" The man whined without pause. His language and the manner in which he spoke had that street vibe at the roots. He finished with a kick at Zero's legs, which only ended in hurting his own foot. THUD! He hopped up and down, holding it down with tears in his eyes. "Ouch!"
"Wow, you're a lively one." Ivan commented with a renewed tone. He seemed more interested in the gangster. "You don't seem to be affected by the increased gravity... You do realize you are experiencing gravity over fifteen times its normal intensity, right?"
The man finished rubbing his foot and replied. "What this? This is nothing! Me and my gang got this back at the crib! We snatched it from one of those rich folk in Alpha Prime, ya know?"
Ivan grinned. He was even more intrigued. "That's quite a feat!" he complimented genuinely. The man rubbed his nose with a wide grin, feeling proud of his achievements. But his ego cooled down after the scientist's next comment. "But then, why is it that you are so weak?" The statement brought fury into the man's eyes and he lashed out with a flushed face. "Weak!? Who you callin' weak? C'mon out here and I'll show you how weak I am! I am so weak I'm about to make you weep for a week!"
"Ah! Clever," Ivan praised. "But although that sounds so tempting, I think I'll pass." A short pause. They could hear the sound of a glass, and then Ivan gulping down the water he had requested. "Hey! You gonna share that!?" the man said. Ivan chuckled. "Hahaha, you're funny. I'll tell you what. If you can defeat that android standing next to you, I'll give you a whole jug of water and perhaps even negotiate a place for you within our facilities."
The gangster smirked. "I dunno, I don't like taking orders from others. And your pal here looks kinda stoned." "-It's that or death." Ivan clarified. "You're a thug. We have the authority to take you down where you stand. We'll burn up your corpse and dump it in some nearby galaxy. Nobody will even miss you."
PSHA! He scoffed. "I'd like to see you try!" Silence. "But if that's what you want, I don't mind giving your toy a few whacks in the head."
"Great!" Ivan replied. "Model Zero, your training starts now."
Hearing his cue, Man straightened up his body and took a more poised stance. The hoodlum was taken aback, alarmed by the android's sudden activity. He had been like a statue for over half an hour. Regardless, he didn't seem like he was ready to fight. His back was no longer lumped down, but his arms rest leisurely on each side. He had absolutely no defense. "That's what you call a stance? Here boy, I'll show you how to fight for real!" he said. The man bent his legs slightly at the knees and started jumping in place with his hands high. After demonstrating his exemplary footwork for a few minutes and throwing punches at the air, he lunged towards the android with his first thrust.
It was in that moment that the android finally lifted his gaze from the ground and locked his eyes on the man attacking him. Model Zero simply jerked his head to the left, dodging the man's punch. "Oh, so you've got some fight after all!" The gangster smirked and moved in closer with a second thrust to follow up. His fist came arching from the side like an anchor, but the android shift his body away from him, feeling but the wind of his strokes. The man grew restless and built up the momentum, launching a flurry of punches. But Man dodged them all with subtle shifts of his body. When facing someone with such low power in comparison, it was best to work a sweat dodging their attacks than it would be to actually counter them. This way he was creating muscle memory of basic but effective movements to evade physical assaults. Not to mention, with both gravity and weights dragging him down, this was the best aerobics one could dream of.
"Damnit!" the gangster cursed. "Can't you fight like a man? All you do is dodge!" He was beginning to grow tired. Sweat began to roll down his face, perhaps the heaviest drop of sweat that has ever fallen on the Omega Collective. Meanwhile, Man appeared completely unaltered. His face was dry and fresh as it were from the moment they started fighting. The draw of his breath was soundless and calm. One might think an android could not excrete sweat or need air. But even they had a use for such things; such as a refrigerant to cool down all of the mechanical components within his body. Like a living, breathing creature, his need for air would increase as his mechanism became hotter. And, of course, that could only occur after a certain amount of physical stress.
"That's enough, Zero," Ivan buzzed in through the microphone. Man stopped a moment and gazed above to listen. "We did not bring him just so you could show off your dancing skills!" He nodded. The hoodlum decided to take advantage of the android whilst his attention was elsewhere and attempted a discombobulating roundhouse kick. Man's eyes seemed to flash as he glanced back at the ruffian and stopped his kick midway. His hand latched onto his heels and he groaned with pain. "Sheeiiiitt, man, let go!" he whined. Model Zero complied and tossed him aside with a flick of his arm. The man was sent sprawling towards the end of the room. Everything Man did had a purpose; a reason.
They were in that gravity chamber to test out the new ability Ivan and his crew finished installing earlier that evening, while others were busy kidnapping the hooligan from the ghetto. But to do so, it was required that they be at a distance, and so Model Zero created that distance to instigate the use of ranged attacks. At first, the man didn't get the message and he went running back towards the android with fist cocked behind his waist. Zero lept out of fighting range just as he arrived, like a phantom, there was no reaching him. But the message was still not going through and he continued to run across the room with a war cry. Model Zero made quick work of it and sent him back running the other way when he took out his pistol and shot near his feet. He scrambled and jerked towards the end of the room.
"Fine! You wanna be a lil'wuss, aiming your watergun at me? I'll show you real power!" Suddenly, in a once still and soundless room, a current of wind spawned at his feet and rose up like a spiral. The man's clothes and hair fluttered frantically, and his face adapted a whole new look. Even Model Zero might have shown a modicum of surprise as their guiny pig's power-level grew at an alarming rate. But then again, maybe that was just the hoodlum's hair, or a smudge of dirt on Ivan's screen. The scientist smirked.
"HYAAAAAAGH!!!" he screamed out into the chamber with a powerful voice amplified by the energy resonating from his body. His aura broke into a wave that nearly shook the tip of Zero's golden blond hair -but just slightly. It appeared as if he had gone through some sort of transformation. Disappointing, he thought. Although his strength proved to be deeper than the surface let in, he was still not in line to meet Zero head to head. But all the same, he would serve his purpose in due time.
The delinquent spread his arms apart at either side with his palms facing wide towards the android. Tension in the muscles, he began to form balls of incandescent ki on each hand. Perfectly round and vibrant, they flickered brightly throughout the already well lit chamber, emitting its distinct buzz. With a proud grin and positive expectations; he thrust both energy blasts forward, in what would be the start of a long barrage. The energy blasts whirred across in a straight line, each with a short tail marking its traversed path. Normally, Man would be forced to take some sort of action. He could dodge to either side, block it with his arms or even repel them. He did none of the above.
Model Zero, with faith in his creators, stood completely still and focused his mind in performing a peculiar technique he wasn't even sure would work. If it failed, even one as weak as this would inflict considerable damage to his unprotected body. As the blasts of energy approached, the emerald green crystal began to glow brightly. What seemed like a sure hit, turned into the work of saints as the energy balls vanish into nothing. The air ripples in their wake.
"Haha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAHAHAHA!" Ivan laughs in awe at the fruits of their work, almost falling back on his chair. His aides stand a clap behind and the doctor nods approvingly. None of them were sure if it would work, but evidently, it has and it continued to do so. "Look at that, doctor!" the scientist exclaimed. Through the screen they witnessed dozens of energy blasts at a time, enough to give even Lord Zex a pleasant tan. But it was not the damage that mattered, it was the fact that Model Zero could simply stand still as if some magical force removed obstacles from his path. The view was almost godly, and majestic with the android's hair flaunting in the resulting winds of the hoodlum's assault. He was so picturesque! While the greatest warrior was forced to perform some kind of action to avoid the attack -no matter how petty it may be- Zero could just sway them aside without moving a finger. Ivan settled down and propped his head over his arms to watch more.
Finally, the barrage ended and the man stared, baffled by what had just happened. "Un... real..." he huffed for air. By now he was beginning to feel the strain of the gravity and his energy depleted back to its previous state. Man's crystal dimmed with the last energy blast dissipating in the air just like the rest. The hoodlum threw himself to the floor, breathing heavily. "That's it... I'm done... This guy is too much." He said, sitting defeated. However, they were not done testing Man's new ability. There was still something left to try out. Ivan buzzed in, "Aw! Done already? You know what that means, right?"
Model Zero nodded. Although Ivan was not speaking to him directly, he knew what was coming next. The android began walking forward. "Aw, c'mon man! Gimme a break!" the gangster whined. Man stopped for a moment in case Ivan changed his mind, but the lack of response said enough. He started walking again, approaching his victim. "You are a criminal," the android finally spoke for the first time in the entire fight. His young voice seemed to surprise the man, but it seemed dull and lacked that spark and warmth normal people had. Zero's voice was cold, and his eyes even colder. "You must be dealt with."
"Oh no! I'm not going down that easy!" the gangster said as he stood back up and started tossing more energy blasts. But he was tired and worn out, his aim became sloppy. Model Zero evaded them with a shift of the body, and after the third; when the man bumped against the wall, the android faded and met with the criminal at arms length in the blink of an eye. His hands reached for the neck. The man gasped and yelped as he was raised off his feet and slammed against the wall. He struggled and kicked helplessly as naturally purple face turned pink. And then Zero's crystal began to glow once more. The energy seeped out of the man and weakened his will. Slowly, his resistance faltered and the strength to fight back was sucked right out of him. Never had Model Zero been seen in such a dark light. At last, the man's arms limped and hung down lifelessly.
"Ghastly..." the doctor commented. Having witnessed the results, he wasn't feeling very thrilled, but Ivan was ecstatic. And that worried him. "Sir, you told us that Model Zero had an infinite supply of energy. Why must he possess such a technique?"
"You are correct," Ivan commented. "Model Zero doesn't need to generate energy, it is all already at his disposition." "-Then why?" the doctor insisted.
"Because, his enemies are stronger. If Model Zero can boost his strength by taking it from others, then that is something we must look into if we plan on taking down those saiyans. But this is just the first step. His ability to absorb energy from his victim is still raw. He may be able to drain their energy, but we've ways to go before he actually starts to yield power from that energy." The doctor was silent. "Furthermore," Ivan continued. "Taking energy from others, in a way, simulates the act of creating your own energy. I hope that Model Zero will familiarize himself with that sensation and learn to wield energy on his own. He may have gone a long way, but take away his weapons and he's completely useless. We can't have him bare such dire weaknesses. Not when the stakes are this high."
Energy Absorption
Some androids have crystals in their palms that allows them to absorb energy from others, or even absorb Ki blasts if the blasts are not too powerful. Model Zero has it on his forehead. It requires that the user stand still while in effect. (How much is too powerful? Would I be able to absorb energy blasts from someone like Wrath as long as they aren't charged?)
PL
Gravity x15
Heavy Weights
Criticism
He would never forget the technique he witnessed that day. Nor would the scientists. While they awaited for the gravity chamber's restoration, Ivan and his crew were brainstorming and rethinking Model Zero's design. They pondered of ways to somehow replicate such an attack or even create a new one which could counter it. But Man's inability to wield energy on his own was an obstacle. It did not take too long before they concluded that the saiyan's technique would not be deciphered over night. Instead, they worked on enhancing Zero's performance with smaller upgrades while they continued to develop the blueprints for something big and destructive.
Let me go! called out a voice muffled from the walls enclosing the chamber. Said walls opened like a hatch. The man was pushed inside the gravity chamber and the doors promptly closed behind him, morphing with the walls. There was no escape. Angered and panicking, he broke through the poorly tied ropes binding his hands out of sheer strength and removed the sack they had placed over his head. "What's the big idea!?" he shouted out, only to find he was all alone in a vast white room. There were no windows, no exit, nothing but a red figure in the distance.
"Is this all we could get?" Ivan asked disappointingly as he observed through the monitor. The man's power-level was not sufficient. "Unfortunately, yes," the doctor replied behind him. "It's difficult finding a suitable challenger within the general public, there are very few like Conri Lane." Ivan scoffed and snarled, unwilling to accept his assistant's comment. There must be stronger people out there, he thought. "However, this one knows how to use energy. Perfect for our experiment," the doctor said. "He's also a criminal. We scooped him off the streets of the Gamma Slums while no one was looking. He has a sweet tooth for jewlry and he's an avid fighter -or so I've heard."
Ivan sighed. "I guess he'll just have to do then." His voice seemed unconvinced but conformed. He studied the hoodlum through the small screen as he began to poke Model Zero's forehead with his index finger. Ivan's eyes grew uninterested. "This job is becoming more of a chore than I bargained for... how are we going to turn this thing into the world's strongest fighting machine without someone who can test its limits? We can't import an ape everytime Model Zero needs to train. It's too expensive!"
"Looks like he needs some sort of rival," the doctor suggested.
"Yes, but where? And how would we maintain it?" Ivan asked. Of course, he wasn't expecting an answer. The doctor's silence was enough, there was no viable solution. The most they could hope for was teaching Model Zero some social skills and tossing him in some bar. Maybe he'd rough it up with some stranger and end up becoming pals. But then, what were the chances that the stranger could keep up with him? And what would happen when Zero surpassed his little toy? They would need to train both in order to keep them competitive, but that could be detrimental to their funds. The doctor lowered his head. Ivan sighed. "Go get me something to drink, I'm gonna get this over with before this guy pokes a whole through Zero's forehead..."
"HelllloooooooO! Is. There. Anybody. In. There?" With every word, the man jabbed his index finger into the android's forehead. Each time a little harder than the last. But the slim being, clad in red armor, had not moved an inch since before he had arrived. His arms hung loose and his back lumped down as if bearing an unimaginable weight. Man's face remained stoic and cold as the floor below their feet. The hoodlum was beginning to question whether he was even conscious.
Suddenly, a static sound buzzed throughout the white chamber and Ivan spoke. "Please stop poking my robot," he pleaded sarcastically. "He is not a boglehead."
The man searched around the room, startled by the sudden voice reverberating off the domed walls. "Huh? Who are you? Are you the guy in charge? Listen, I don't appreciate being dragged here like a sack of shit, you hear? And I'm tired of your little friend here. He hasn't moved an inch since I got here!" The man whined without pause. His language and the manner in which he spoke had that street vibe at the roots. He finished with a kick at Zero's legs, which only ended in hurting his own foot. THUD! He hopped up and down, holding it down with tears in his eyes. "Ouch!"
"Wow, you're a lively one." Ivan commented with a renewed tone. He seemed more interested in the gangster. "You don't seem to be affected by the increased gravity... You do realize you are experiencing gravity over fifteen times its normal intensity, right?"
The man finished rubbing his foot and replied. "What this? This is nothing! Me and my gang got this back at the crib! We snatched it from one of those rich folk in Alpha Prime, ya know?"
Ivan grinned. He was even more intrigued. "That's quite a feat!" he complimented genuinely. The man rubbed his nose with a wide grin, feeling proud of his achievements. But his ego cooled down after the scientist's next comment. "But then, why is it that you are so weak?" The statement brought fury into the man's eyes and he lashed out with a flushed face. "Weak!? Who you callin' weak? C'mon out here and I'll show you how weak I am! I am so weak I'm about to make you weep for a week!"
"Ah! Clever," Ivan praised. "But although that sounds so tempting, I think I'll pass." A short pause. They could hear the sound of a glass, and then Ivan gulping down the water he had requested. "Hey! You gonna share that!?" the man said. Ivan chuckled. "Hahaha, you're funny. I'll tell you what. If you can defeat that android standing next to you, I'll give you a whole jug of water and perhaps even negotiate a place for you within our facilities."
The gangster smirked. "I dunno, I don't like taking orders from others. And your pal here looks kinda stoned." "-It's that or death." Ivan clarified. "You're a thug. We have the authority to take you down where you stand. We'll burn up your corpse and dump it in some nearby galaxy. Nobody will even miss you."
PSHA! He scoffed. "I'd like to see you try!" Silence. "But if that's what you want, I don't mind giving your toy a few whacks in the head."
"Great!" Ivan replied. "Model Zero, your training starts now."
Hearing his cue, Man straightened up his body and took a more poised stance. The hoodlum was taken aback, alarmed by the android's sudden activity. He had been like a statue for over half an hour. Regardless, he didn't seem like he was ready to fight. His back was no longer lumped down, but his arms rest leisurely on each side. He had absolutely no defense. "That's what you call a stance? Here boy, I'll show you how to fight for real!" he said. The man bent his legs slightly at the knees and started jumping in place with his hands high. After demonstrating his exemplary footwork for a few minutes and throwing punches at the air, he lunged towards the android with his first thrust.
It was in that moment that the android finally lifted his gaze from the ground and locked his eyes on the man attacking him. Model Zero simply jerked his head to the left, dodging the man's punch. "Oh, so you've got some fight after all!" The gangster smirked and moved in closer with a second thrust to follow up. His fist came arching from the side like an anchor, but the android shift his body away from him, feeling but the wind of his strokes. The man grew restless and built up the momentum, launching a flurry of punches. But Man dodged them all with subtle shifts of his body. When facing someone with such low power in comparison, it was best to work a sweat dodging their attacks than it would be to actually counter them. This way he was creating muscle memory of basic but effective movements to evade physical assaults. Not to mention, with both gravity and weights dragging him down, this was the best aerobics one could dream of.
"Damnit!" the gangster cursed. "Can't you fight like a man? All you do is dodge!" He was beginning to grow tired. Sweat began to roll down his face, perhaps the heaviest drop of sweat that has ever fallen on the Omega Collective. Meanwhile, Man appeared completely unaltered. His face was dry and fresh as it were from the moment they started fighting. The draw of his breath was soundless and calm. One might think an android could not excrete sweat or need air. But even they had a use for such things; such as a refrigerant to cool down all of the mechanical components within his body. Like a living, breathing creature, his need for air would increase as his mechanism became hotter. And, of course, that could only occur after a certain amount of physical stress.
"That's enough, Zero," Ivan buzzed in through the microphone. Man stopped a moment and gazed above to listen. "We did not bring him just so you could show off your dancing skills!" He nodded. The hoodlum decided to take advantage of the android whilst his attention was elsewhere and attempted a discombobulating roundhouse kick. Man's eyes seemed to flash as he glanced back at the ruffian and stopped his kick midway. His hand latched onto his heels and he groaned with pain. "Sheeiiiitt, man, let go!" he whined. Model Zero complied and tossed him aside with a flick of his arm. The man was sent sprawling towards the end of the room. Everything Man did had a purpose; a reason.
They were in that gravity chamber to test out the new ability Ivan and his crew finished installing earlier that evening, while others were busy kidnapping the hooligan from the ghetto. But to do so, it was required that they be at a distance, and so Model Zero created that distance to instigate the use of ranged attacks. At first, the man didn't get the message and he went running back towards the android with fist cocked behind his waist. Zero lept out of fighting range just as he arrived, like a phantom, there was no reaching him. But the message was still not going through and he continued to run across the room with a war cry. Model Zero made quick work of it and sent him back running the other way when he took out his pistol and shot near his feet. He scrambled and jerked towards the end of the room.
"Fine! You wanna be a lil'wuss, aiming your watergun at me? I'll show you real power!" Suddenly, in a once still and soundless room, a current of wind spawned at his feet and rose up like a spiral. The man's clothes and hair fluttered frantically, and his face adapted a whole new look. Even Model Zero might have shown a modicum of surprise as their guiny pig's power-level grew at an alarming rate. But then again, maybe that was just the hoodlum's hair, or a smudge of dirt on Ivan's screen. The scientist smirked.
"HYAAAAAAGH!!!" he screamed out into the chamber with a powerful voice amplified by the energy resonating from his body. His aura broke into a wave that nearly shook the tip of Zero's golden blond hair -but just slightly. It appeared as if he had gone through some sort of transformation. Disappointing, he thought. Although his strength proved to be deeper than the surface let in, he was still not in line to meet Zero head to head. But all the same, he would serve his purpose in due time.
The delinquent spread his arms apart at either side with his palms facing wide towards the android. Tension in the muscles, he began to form balls of incandescent ki on each hand. Perfectly round and vibrant, they flickered brightly throughout the already well lit chamber, emitting its distinct buzz. With a proud grin and positive expectations; he thrust both energy blasts forward, in what would be the start of a long barrage. The energy blasts whirred across in a straight line, each with a short tail marking its traversed path. Normally, Man would be forced to take some sort of action. He could dodge to either side, block it with his arms or even repel them. He did none of the above.
Model Zero, with faith in his creators, stood completely still and focused his mind in performing a peculiar technique he wasn't even sure would work. If it failed, even one as weak as this would inflict considerable damage to his unprotected body. As the blasts of energy approached, the emerald green crystal began to glow brightly. What seemed like a sure hit, turned into the work of saints as the energy balls vanish into nothing. The air ripples in their wake.
"Haha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAHAHAHA!" Ivan laughs in awe at the fruits of their work, almost falling back on his chair. His aides stand a clap behind and the doctor nods approvingly. None of them were sure if it would work, but evidently, it has and it continued to do so. "Look at that, doctor!" the scientist exclaimed. Through the screen they witnessed dozens of energy blasts at a time, enough to give even Lord Zex a pleasant tan. But it was not the damage that mattered, it was the fact that Model Zero could simply stand still as if some magical force removed obstacles from his path. The view was almost godly, and majestic with the android's hair flaunting in the resulting winds of the hoodlum's assault. He was so picturesque! While the greatest warrior was forced to perform some kind of action to avoid the attack -no matter how petty it may be- Zero could just sway them aside without moving a finger. Ivan settled down and propped his head over his arms to watch more.
Finally, the barrage ended and the man stared, baffled by what had just happened. "Un... real..." he huffed for air. By now he was beginning to feel the strain of the gravity and his energy depleted back to its previous state. Man's crystal dimmed with the last energy blast dissipating in the air just like the rest. The hoodlum threw himself to the floor, breathing heavily. "That's it... I'm done... This guy is too much." He said, sitting defeated. However, they were not done testing Man's new ability. There was still something left to try out. Ivan buzzed in, "Aw! Done already? You know what that means, right?"
Model Zero nodded. Although Ivan was not speaking to him directly, he knew what was coming next. The android began walking forward. "Aw, c'mon man! Gimme a break!" the gangster whined. Man stopped for a moment in case Ivan changed his mind, but the lack of response said enough. He started walking again, approaching his victim. "You are a criminal," the android finally spoke for the first time in the entire fight. His young voice seemed to surprise the man, but it seemed dull and lacked that spark and warmth normal people had. Zero's voice was cold, and his eyes even colder. "You must be dealt with."
"Oh no! I'm not going down that easy!" the gangster said as he stood back up and started tossing more energy blasts. But he was tired and worn out, his aim became sloppy. Model Zero evaded them with a shift of the body, and after the third; when the man bumped against the wall, the android faded and met with the criminal at arms length in the blink of an eye. His hands reached for the neck. The man gasped and yelped as he was raised off his feet and slammed against the wall. He struggled and kicked helplessly as naturally purple face turned pink. And then Zero's crystal began to glow once more. The energy seeped out of the man and weakened his will. Slowly, his resistance faltered and the strength to fight back was sucked right out of him. Never had Model Zero been seen in such a dark light. At last, the man's arms limped and hung down lifelessly.
"Ghastly..." the doctor commented. Having witnessed the results, he wasn't feeling very thrilled, but Ivan was ecstatic. And that worried him. "Sir, you told us that Model Zero had an infinite supply of energy. Why must he possess such a technique?"
"You are correct," Ivan commented. "Model Zero doesn't need to generate energy, it is all already at his disposition." "-Then why?" the doctor insisted.
"Because, his enemies are stronger. If Model Zero can boost his strength by taking it from others, then that is something we must look into if we plan on taking down those saiyans. But this is just the first step. His ability to absorb energy from his victim is still raw. He may be able to drain their energy, but we've ways to go before he actually starts to yield power from that energy." The doctor was silent. "Furthermore," Ivan continued. "Taking energy from others, in a way, simulates the act of creating your own energy. I hope that Model Zero will familiarize himself with that sensation and learn to wield energy on his own. He may have gone a long way, but take away his weapons and he's completely useless. We can't have him bare such dire weaknesses. Not when the stakes are this high."
Energy Absorption
Some androids have crystals in their palms that allows them to absorb energy from others, or even absorb Ki blasts if the blasts are not too powerful. Model Zero has it on his forehead. It requires that the user stand still while in effect. (How much is too powerful? Would I be able to absorb energy blasts from someone like Wrath as long as they aren't charged?)
PL
Gravity x15
Heavy Weights
Criticism
