Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jun 10, 2013 15:27:13 GMT -5
The sound of fierce fighting sounded out loud all through the training hall of the Royal Saiyan dojo. The ruckus had gathered a crowd to watch. The Saiyan prince Ninjin Tsuyo Hattori was showing his lackeys what someone with the royal blood could really do. He easily evaded a punch thrown for his head and rammed an iron fist into Kabocha’s stomach. The captain’s air completely left his lungs and he fell to the side groaning. Shiitake’s foot connected with the side of the prince’s head, the sneaky lieutenant taking advantage of the momentary distraction. The gathered crowd let out a shocked gasp.
Ninjin’s head turned with the force but the crown prince moved not an inch. Shiitake’s foot remained pressed against his face but the prince began turning his head despite the force. The lieutenant’s eyes grew wide. Ninjin brought his fist up and punched the back of his knee, quickly spinning and using his foot to sweep shiitake’s leg out from under him. The lieutenant landed with a thud.
“Is that all you have?” The prince said cockily as his lackey’s rose to their feet. They came at him again, their fists moving so quickly they became a blur. With speed and precision unmatched in the room, the crown prince dodged each blow, his head weaving back and forth to move through the punches as his arms blocked the kicks.
He leapt into the air over the flurry of blows and spun, kicking shiitake in the head and sending him flying into the padded wall. He bounced off with a thud and a groan. Kabocha took advantage and wrapped the prince in a full-nelson, eliciting a smirk from the cocky royal Saiyan. He smashed his head backwards into the Captain’s nose, a sickening crack sounding through the dojo. Blood streamed down his face as he stumbled backwards clutching both hands to his face. Ninjin aimed a slow and sloppy punch, which the captain sidestepped. It was a ruse, the prince stepping his right leg behind the captains, reaching down and picking up his other leg slamming the Captain down.
A messenger took this inappropriate time to rush into the dojo shouting for the prince. Ninjin’s attention snapped to the messenger and Shiitake took advantage, kicking the prince hard across the face. His vision blurred momentarily and he saw stars. The Messenger let out a gasp as he knew the attack on the prince had been his doing, if he cost the prince a victory in a spar the consequences could be dire. Kabocha sprung back up to his feet and stepped down on the back of the prince’s neck, signifying the end of the battle.
“No. this is not how this ends.” He said it through gritted teeth, his vision snapping back into focus as the prince unleashed his true power. His aura flared, red encasing his body, small gold lightning bolts flickering back and forth across it. He rose to his feet, his two lackeys being flown off with relative ease. The crowd gathered held its breath.
Kabocha and Shiitake activated their auras, shining white like the common Saiyan full powered aura. Their power together was still no match for the prince. They knew it. The gathered crowd knew it. And most importantly Ninjin Tsuyo Hattori knew it. The smirk on his face said it all, the battle was as good as won.
They rushed him, but the prince was prepared, his fist catching Shiitake before the lieutenant could even think, sending him flying unconscious into the wall. Kabocha pulled up short looking from Shiitake to Ninjin and back, confused. Ninjin sprang forward and smashed his elbow into Kabocha’s stomach, the air leaving the Captain for the second time in this spar. With a burst of energy from his bukujutsu he landed a vicious uppercut on the purple haired Saiyan, sending him flipping backwards, as unconscious now as Shiitake.
Ninjin’s aura flared down and he turned his attention to the messenger pointing to the messenger and then to the floor in front of him, everything he needed to say was said without words. The messenger came shuffling forward looking sullen with his eyes intent on the floor.
“Please tell me dear messenger, what was so important that you needed to interrupt my sparring session with your ruckus.” He said it with a sickly sweet tone while wrapping his arm around the shaking messenger’s shoulder. Sometimes it was better to let them feel the fear and imagine what they wanted rather than inflict any punishment at all.
“Muh muh muh my lord… the the the king ha ha has requested your presence.” He finally stuttered out, squirming under the arm of the crown prince.
“Now pray tell me… Why couldn’t that have waited till after my spar?” he said it again in the same sickly sweet tone. The smell of pee quickly filled the room as the messenger voided himself into his pants, the fear of failing the prince overcoming his resolve. Ninjin patted him on the shoulder and softly told him to go get changed. Kabocha and Shiitake regained their consciousness and stood up, shaking the fuzz out of their head.
“My father has requested my presence in his throne room. Endou my dear?” The red haired female stepped forward and snapped a saucy salute, pressing her hand over her heart.
“Yes my lord” She purred in a breathy voice. She had been in love with him for as long as Ninjin could remember.
“Do we still have that case of… what the hell do those humans call it… wodka? Vedka?” He tapped his chin trying to remember the name of the delicious alcohol that the king of Earth had sent as a gesture of goodwill…
“Vodka my lord and yes we still have some” Endou said again.
“Well then my father is going to have to wait” he held out his arm to Endou, who wrapped her own arm around it and stared lovingly at the prince, together they walked out of the dojo, to a night of wining and dining, at least briefly, he couldn’t keep his father waiting forever after all.
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Ninjin’s head turned with the force but the crown prince moved not an inch. Shiitake’s foot remained pressed against his face but the prince began turning his head despite the force. The lieutenant’s eyes grew wide. Ninjin brought his fist up and punched the back of his knee, quickly spinning and using his foot to sweep shiitake’s leg out from under him. The lieutenant landed with a thud.
“Is that all you have?” The prince said cockily as his lackey’s rose to their feet. They came at him again, their fists moving so quickly they became a blur. With speed and precision unmatched in the room, the crown prince dodged each blow, his head weaving back and forth to move through the punches as his arms blocked the kicks.
He leapt into the air over the flurry of blows and spun, kicking shiitake in the head and sending him flying into the padded wall. He bounced off with a thud and a groan. Kabocha took advantage and wrapped the prince in a full-nelson, eliciting a smirk from the cocky royal Saiyan. He smashed his head backwards into the Captain’s nose, a sickening crack sounding through the dojo. Blood streamed down his face as he stumbled backwards clutching both hands to his face. Ninjin aimed a slow and sloppy punch, which the captain sidestepped. It was a ruse, the prince stepping his right leg behind the captains, reaching down and picking up his other leg slamming the Captain down.
A messenger took this inappropriate time to rush into the dojo shouting for the prince. Ninjin’s attention snapped to the messenger and Shiitake took advantage, kicking the prince hard across the face. His vision blurred momentarily and he saw stars. The Messenger let out a gasp as he knew the attack on the prince had been his doing, if he cost the prince a victory in a spar the consequences could be dire. Kabocha sprung back up to his feet and stepped down on the back of the prince’s neck, signifying the end of the battle.
“No. this is not how this ends.” He said it through gritted teeth, his vision snapping back into focus as the prince unleashed his true power. His aura flared, red encasing his body, small gold lightning bolts flickering back and forth across it. He rose to his feet, his two lackeys being flown off with relative ease. The crowd gathered held its breath.
Kabocha and Shiitake activated their auras, shining white like the common Saiyan full powered aura. Their power together was still no match for the prince. They knew it. The gathered crowd knew it. And most importantly Ninjin Tsuyo Hattori knew it. The smirk on his face said it all, the battle was as good as won.
They rushed him, but the prince was prepared, his fist catching Shiitake before the lieutenant could even think, sending him flying unconscious into the wall. Kabocha pulled up short looking from Shiitake to Ninjin and back, confused. Ninjin sprang forward and smashed his elbow into Kabocha’s stomach, the air leaving the Captain for the second time in this spar. With a burst of energy from his bukujutsu he landed a vicious uppercut on the purple haired Saiyan, sending him flipping backwards, as unconscious now as Shiitake.
Ninjin’s aura flared down and he turned his attention to the messenger pointing to the messenger and then to the floor in front of him, everything he needed to say was said without words. The messenger came shuffling forward looking sullen with his eyes intent on the floor.
“Please tell me dear messenger, what was so important that you needed to interrupt my sparring session with your ruckus.” He said it with a sickly sweet tone while wrapping his arm around the shaking messenger’s shoulder. Sometimes it was better to let them feel the fear and imagine what they wanted rather than inflict any punishment at all.
“Muh muh muh my lord… the the the king ha ha has requested your presence.” He finally stuttered out, squirming under the arm of the crown prince.
“Now pray tell me… Why couldn’t that have waited till after my spar?” he said it again in the same sickly sweet tone. The smell of pee quickly filled the room as the messenger voided himself into his pants, the fear of failing the prince overcoming his resolve. Ninjin patted him on the shoulder and softly told him to go get changed. Kabocha and Shiitake regained their consciousness and stood up, shaking the fuzz out of their head.
“My father has requested my presence in his throne room. Endou my dear?” The red haired female stepped forward and snapped a saucy salute, pressing her hand over her heart.
“Yes my lord” She purred in a breathy voice. She had been in love with him for as long as Ninjin could remember.
“Do we still have that case of… what the hell do those humans call it… wodka? Vedka?” He tapped his chin trying to remember the name of the delicious alcohol that the king of Earth had sent as a gesture of goodwill…
“Vodka my lord and yes we still have some” Endou said again.
“Well then my father is going to have to wait” he held out his arm to Endou, who wrapped her own arm around it and stared lovingly at the prince, together they walked out of the dojo, to a night of wining and dining, at least briefly, he couldn’t keep his father waiting forever after all.
Pl please