Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 1:50:07 GMT -5
Why is master making Truffle fight like this? It had been an all-day thing, with Truffle in the middle of a coliseum type building, fighting wave after wave of Saiyan soldiers, doing his best to avoid the ki attacks that were flying his way, plunging his fists into the ground and encasing them in rock and smashing them over the heads of the common soldiers. Ninjin had ordered Truffle to fight thirteen rounds of this type of combat, and he was only on the tenth. A stray ki blast flew straight for his face, and he opened his mouth wide and caught it, swallowing it down, storing it in his specialized organ for ki-consumption.
He looked up at Ninjin, standing at the edge of the spectator’s area. He couldn’t read the emotions coming off his friend, which was unusual. Ever since he could recall, Truffle had had a special connection with Ninjin. The two grew up as best friends, and with nobody else in the world to rely on, Truffle had given himself to Ninjin completely. His love, his loyalty and his life. It was all for Ninjin. So this tournament of combat was confusing for Truffle. He had never in his life had to fight as hard as he was fighting now.
A ki blast rocketed towards him and he jumped and corkscrewed over it, the Saiyan that threw it coming closer with each jump. He was standing atop a hexagonal rock column, throwing blast after blast at Truffle, barely giving him time to think. The Hoyo ducked one and swallowed another, building up his reserve. He charged at the rock column, shoving his hands into the earth and shaking the huge thing. His physical strength was unbelievable, and it had to be. The Hoyo were a people devoid of ki. That was something Ninjin had always found fascinating about Truffle, was that he could not produce ki for himself. Saiyan scientists were baffled by the creature and wanted to dissect him to find out what his ki-storage organ was like, but Ninjin staunchly refused any requests of that sort, and for that Truffle thanked him profusely, in his own quiet way.
The column shook back and forth, the Saiyan jumping up and flying in the air to avoid getting knocked off of it. That was what Truffle had been expecting, and he smiled a large grin and he lifted the column by its base and smacked the Saiyan out of the sky with it.
The eleventh round began almost as quickly as the tenth ended, this time two Saiyan females banding together to take on the Hoyo. He panted with exhaustion, but prepared himself in a fighting stance. He would take them on, if only because his master had asked him to.
He plunged his hands into the earth, encasing them with rock and leapt in the air, spinning and launching the rocks from his fists at the Saiyans. They countered this with ki blasts, which Truffle had been hoping for. He only needed a little bit more reserved and then he could end this bout quickly. He swallowed the blasts as soon as they had destroyed his projectiles, and then he sat on the ground. The Saiyan females looked on, confused, and decided that if he was going to sit there, they would open fire with as many ki blasts as they could.
The barrage was almost unbearable, and a cloud of dust quickly obscured Truffle from sight by the sheer amount of ki they launched at him. It seemed like an eternity before the dust dissipated to find Truffle sitting in the exact same position he had been. The Saiyan females practically dropped out of the sky in sheer disbelief. He stood up, and smirked at them.
He took a huge breath, his large chest expanding, and opened his mouth, firing a huge beam of ki at the two women, a move that he liked to call Ganache. He would have told someone that, but he couldn’t pronounce the “shh” sound. The blast overtook the two females, and the buzzer rang for the end of the eleventh bout. Truffle was out of energy. He couldn’t keep fighting anymore and looked up to Ninjin, as if to ask him to stop this, but the Saiyan stood there impassively.
Truffle’s mind raced. There must have been something he did to upset the prince his master so much to put him through this. He thought back to earlier in the day. What had happened to get Ninjin so upset? A
thought struck him. Something the queen had said.
“He’s not going to be around forever, you know. Someday something is probably going to kill him. He’s not a Saiyan. He’s not strong.”
Truffle looked up at his master. Was his fear of losing Truffle causing him to push Truffle to fight like this? His master wasn’t punishing him. He was forcing him to be stronger. The thought pushed Truffle, and he defeated the twelfth opponent easily. He would do it. He would push himself and train hard, for he could not bear the thought of hurting his master by being killed. He would become self-sufficient and be able to take on any challenges.
The thirteenth round was a group of five different Saiyans. They surrounded Truffle, each looking more and more like a menacing brute than the last. Truffle looked up at Ninjin, and then went berserk. It was over in minutes. He would not be weak.
He looked up at Ninjin, standing at the edge of the spectator’s area. He couldn’t read the emotions coming off his friend, which was unusual. Ever since he could recall, Truffle had had a special connection with Ninjin. The two grew up as best friends, and with nobody else in the world to rely on, Truffle had given himself to Ninjin completely. His love, his loyalty and his life. It was all for Ninjin. So this tournament of combat was confusing for Truffle. He had never in his life had to fight as hard as he was fighting now.
A ki blast rocketed towards him and he jumped and corkscrewed over it, the Saiyan that threw it coming closer with each jump. He was standing atop a hexagonal rock column, throwing blast after blast at Truffle, barely giving him time to think. The Hoyo ducked one and swallowed another, building up his reserve. He charged at the rock column, shoving his hands into the earth and shaking the huge thing. His physical strength was unbelievable, and it had to be. The Hoyo were a people devoid of ki. That was something Ninjin had always found fascinating about Truffle, was that he could not produce ki for himself. Saiyan scientists were baffled by the creature and wanted to dissect him to find out what his ki-storage organ was like, but Ninjin staunchly refused any requests of that sort, and for that Truffle thanked him profusely, in his own quiet way.
The column shook back and forth, the Saiyan jumping up and flying in the air to avoid getting knocked off of it. That was what Truffle had been expecting, and he smiled a large grin and he lifted the column by its base and smacked the Saiyan out of the sky with it.
The eleventh round began almost as quickly as the tenth ended, this time two Saiyan females banding together to take on the Hoyo. He panted with exhaustion, but prepared himself in a fighting stance. He would take them on, if only because his master had asked him to.
He plunged his hands into the earth, encasing them with rock and leapt in the air, spinning and launching the rocks from his fists at the Saiyans. They countered this with ki blasts, which Truffle had been hoping for. He only needed a little bit more reserved and then he could end this bout quickly. He swallowed the blasts as soon as they had destroyed his projectiles, and then he sat on the ground. The Saiyan females looked on, confused, and decided that if he was going to sit there, they would open fire with as many ki blasts as they could.
The barrage was almost unbearable, and a cloud of dust quickly obscured Truffle from sight by the sheer amount of ki they launched at him. It seemed like an eternity before the dust dissipated to find Truffle sitting in the exact same position he had been. The Saiyan females practically dropped out of the sky in sheer disbelief. He stood up, and smirked at them.
He took a huge breath, his large chest expanding, and opened his mouth, firing a huge beam of ki at the two women, a move that he liked to call Ganache. He would have told someone that, but he couldn’t pronounce the “shh” sound. The blast overtook the two females, and the buzzer rang for the end of the eleventh bout. Truffle was out of energy. He couldn’t keep fighting anymore and looked up to Ninjin, as if to ask him to stop this, but the Saiyan stood there impassively.
Truffle’s mind raced. There must have been something he did to upset the prince his master so much to put him through this. He thought back to earlier in the day. What had happened to get Ninjin so upset? A
thought struck him. Something the queen had said.
“He’s not going to be around forever, you know. Someday something is probably going to kill him. He’s not a Saiyan. He’s not strong.”
Truffle looked up at his master. Was his fear of losing Truffle causing him to push Truffle to fight like this? His master wasn’t punishing him. He was forcing him to be stronger. The thought pushed Truffle, and he defeated the twelfth opponent easily. He would do it. He would push himself and train hard, for he could not bear the thought of hurting his master by being killed. He would become self-sufficient and be able to take on any challenges.
The thirteenth round was a group of five different Saiyans. They surrounded Truffle, each looking more and more like a menacing brute than the last. Truffle looked up at Ninjin, and then went berserk. It was over in minutes. He would not be weak.