Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2013 21:56:09 GMT -5
A rage... that is all that could describe Sleet's distaste for his father, Arctic. This rage was well deserved, for his father was so apathetic towards him it was disconcerting. The only time any emotion was ever shown towards Sleet by his father, was one of anger and disappointment. He never failed to point out Sleet's failures and shortcomings. The little prince had grown weary of his father's abuse and decided to correct his father's behavior... permanently.
Sleet went to his chambers of black and crimson marble. He decided the only way to end his father and gain the right to succession would be to best him fairly in combat. This task would be daunting as his father was immensely powerful. So much so, that not even Sleet knew the true depths of his might. This was a true problem, but one that couldn't be solved with simple logic. Sleet would simply have to become so strong that not even his father would stand a chance. He would have to train harshly as well.
'Where to start,' Sleet thought to himself. He honestly had no clue where he could begin training. The guards were of little use as they would not dare harm him unless his father ordered it. Sleet would have to get creative on this part. He knew that almost everyone in the Gamma and Beta sector would know of him and his face. So that left only one other location to go... the Alpha sector. Sleet hated that place with a passion. The poor alien trash lived their and the gangs ruled the streets. "Well, I have no other choice I suppose," Sleet said to himself in a hushed tone.
This task had many dangers involved. The highest among these was the simple fact that if his father found out, he would be dead... or worse. Another issue he would have getting in over his head. All of these things would have to be dealt with later, for now he didn't have much time and would need to be back soon. Sleet then put on some commoner robes that he had confiscated from one of the guards earlier that day, and left the palace. The palace was well guarded, but sleet knew of a few secret entrances that would hide his escape.
Sleet slipped out of the castle undetected. He then took off into high orbit in order to avoid detection. Making his way he passed by Gamma before finally making his way to Alpha. It was a dark place to behold. One that was teaming with low-lives and gangsters. Many different races were gathered here. Some were Saiyans, some Icer's like himself, and other nondescript aliens of all shapes and sizes. The young prince shivered a little bit in disgust. He hated these 'lesser' life forms and wished them exterminated from his kingdom. That dream; however, would have to wait. It was now, that he had to concentrate on his current goal of getting stronger.
Sleet made his way through the city streets. People here didn't recognize him, or at least didn't seem to. This was working out well for him, now all he had to do was look for an establishment to train in. Surely their would have to be some sort of underground fighting in the area. He had heard rumors about it, but wasn't sure where it would be. Sleet made his way to what seemed to be a local pub. Waltzing in, he sat at a table in a darkened corner and started listening to the locals to see if they knew anything about it.
After a few drinks, Sleet heard a particular conversation that interested him. It was about the underground fighting and where it was going to be at. Sleet walked away and followed the tip he had eavesdropped on. His information had brought him to an old abandoned warehouse. It didn't seem very peculiar, but as he walked closer, he could feel several high power levels beneath the structure. Sleet moved closer to get a better look at the parameter. He wanted to see if someone was posted up as a guard. Surely their would be, as no one would just be so stupid to leave the entrance unattended.
Sleet looked for a few minutes until he finally found an individual that seemed to be making patrols. Sleet decided that now would be the best time to approach as no one else was around to discover him or see his actions. As the young prince approached, he covered his head on a hood and cloak. He approached the guard and stopped right in front of him. The guard peered down at Sleet and asked, "What do you want? If you are lost, get lost somewhere else." Sleet smiled and replied, "No. I am not lost. I wish to participate. Let me in." The guard scoffed, "You will have to get through me little guy before I can let you in." The arrogant prince smiled and said, "Very well..."
-A few minutes later-
Sleet then found himself in the midst of a small crowd. Thirty-two beings gathered in a room that was roughly double the size of the entire warehouse. All of the contestants looked like seasoned fighters. They had their bruises and scars from past fights all over their bodies. Each one wore their former wounds proudly, like a badge of honor. Sleet stood there and listened as the announcer started to randomly pick people for the line-up. He also listened to the rules. They were the basic rules: Ring out is a point, knock out is a point, and death is a point. Only one point to win the match, which was both good and bad. That would mean he would only get one shot. This was something he would have to keep in mind.
Sleet then snapped out of his day-dream and focused on the current situation at hand. He had been matched up with a lowly human. He didn't look like much, but Sleet wasn't going to take any chances. Sleet knew that making assumptions was the quickest way to get killed, and he wasn't about to die today. Sleet would then watch the fights that preceded his own. He studied the moves of everyone and how they fought. Sleet knew that his ace card was his transformation, and thus, would need to keep it hidden for as long as possible.
Sleet's wait on the sidelines would soon come to an end. The Prince would finally get a real fight for once. Sleet entered the arena, still sporting his hood and cloak. Sleet waited in the corner as his human opponent came forward into the arena as well. Sleet peered at the human and wondered how this one could measure up to his own strength. Sleet then stopped pondering and focused. Getting into a defensive position, Sleet waited for the announcer to start the match.
"FIGHT!" rang out and echoed through the massive underground room. Roars cheered from the sidelines and fists flew up into the air in a salute of sorts.
Sleet looked on the human as the man darted towards him with impressive speed. Dust flew as the young prince darted off to meet him. As they approached on another, Sleet saw the human disappear. Sleet paused for a fraction of a moment, and then lifted his left arm up as it had just barely blocked a kick. He couldn't see the attack, but he did sense it in time. That was his only reason for blocking it. Sleet was a bit taken aback by this development. He didn't know if he would be able to beat the human without transforming. Sleet had to though, that was his only shot so he decided to restrain himself for the duration of this fight.
Sleet held his guard up as he countered the human's attack with a tail swipe to the face. It was quick, solid, and effective. The human couldn't block it, but it didn't really harm him too much. It bruised his face, but the main effect was the human's pride was hurt. He took offense to being slapped around by a tail. Sleet smiled continued to guard himself. He leaped back and waited for the assault that was sure to follow. Sleet's instincts were right, and the human launched a counter assault in furry. His blows were wild and rapid. He was furious about the insult and would not stand for it. The onslaught by the human, though fast, was not very accurate. Not a single blow landed on Sleet's body. The prince had gotten lucky thus far, but the human began to calm down. Once this had happened, Sleet's luck was about to change.
Sleet then started to get pummeled by blows from seemingly all directions. The human had refocused his rage and increased his power and accuracy. Sleet could barely keep up with blocking and had no chance of being able to counter attack. Though the attacks were fast, Sleet realized they lacked significant impact. He wasn't sure if the human had sacrificed strength for speed or what, but Sleet knew how to counter the human's offensive onslaught. Sleet lowered his guard and allowed the following attacks to strike at his body. Sleet sat their, calm and collected as each hit felt like little more than a tap. The young prince finally grabbed the human by his arm and held him in place. "That is quite enough," Sleet said as the human struggled to escape Sleet's grasp. "You put on quite a show, but it is only to conceal the fact that you are weak. You use speed to overwhelm your opponents, but without strength, your punches are little more than taps to me." Sleet smiled and cocked his head to the side, "Now... let me show you what a punch should actually feel like." The prince then threw a quick jab and plowed into the humans diaphragm. His fist sunk in so far that Sleet could feel ribs snapping in two.
Sleet smiled as blood came spewing from the human's mouth. The prince was enjoying himself to much of his delight. Nothing pleased him more than seeing a puny human in pain. Sleet retracted his fist back to his side and let go of the human. Sleet stood up right and crossed his arms. "So this is the extent of your power? I am disappointing," Sleet said with an arrogant tone. The crowed was silent. Sleet saw the human double over and pass-out from the pain. The prince shook his head and walked off of the platform. He had expected more of a fight, but at least he was progressing to the next round. This was just the beginning though, for he still had two more fights before he reached the finals. He needed to stay on his toes, for he had no clue what could be thrown at him next.
Sleet then continued to watch the following matches. The preliminaries finished up quickly. The week were weeded out and only those with a chance of winning remained. Sleet himself was one of the remaining fighters. The young Icejin prince awaited to see who he would be pitted against next. So many fighters remained so he wasn't sure who it would be. Sleet was just eager to start the next match so he could hurry up and win. He knew that the longer he was away from the castle, the greater his chances of getting caught. Also, he couldn't afford to sustain any major cosmetic damage as it would be noticed by his parents.
Sleet's wait for an opponent was a short one. He would soon find himself at odds with an alien. One he was not familiar with. This was a tad bit disconcerting for the young icejin. He didn't like surprises and the species of a fighter was essential to a good plan. He would just have to improvise on this fight. He hated doing that, but it couldn't be helped. Sleet was then instructed to re-enter the arena.
Standing across from the alien, he went over several scenario's in his head. He was certain that this fight would be a lot more difficult that his previous encounter. Standing in the middle of the arena, Sleet saw the alien get ready for their battle. The young prince rotated his shoulders and head. Pops and cracks ran up and down his body. Sleet paced back and forth with his tail whipping back and forth, waiting for the fight to start. He then heard the umpire start the match. Sleet took off in the alien's direction. The alien darted off to meet him. Together they clashed fists and locked up. Sleet and the Alien grabbed each other and a struggle of strength ensued. This opponent was stronger than the previous one. Even still, he wouldn't be a match for Sleet; but at least he would make for a good warm up.
Their grasps tightened on each other. The Icejin prince smiled and said, "Well I have to say, you are much stronger than that human I fought earlier." Sleet paused and whipped his tail about and then said, "But you are still not strong enough I am afraid." Sleet then used his tail and wrapped it around his opponent's leg and grasped it firmly as a smile came over his face.
Sleet went to his chambers of black and crimson marble. He decided the only way to end his father and gain the right to succession would be to best him fairly in combat. This task would be daunting as his father was immensely powerful. So much so, that not even Sleet knew the true depths of his might. This was a true problem, but one that couldn't be solved with simple logic. Sleet would simply have to become so strong that not even his father would stand a chance. He would have to train harshly as well.
'Where to start,' Sleet thought to himself. He honestly had no clue where he could begin training. The guards were of little use as they would not dare harm him unless his father ordered it. Sleet would have to get creative on this part. He knew that almost everyone in the Gamma and Beta sector would know of him and his face. So that left only one other location to go... the Alpha sector. Sleet hated that place with a passion. The poor alien trash lived their and the gangs ruled the streets. "Well, I have no other choice I suppose," Sleet said to himself in a hushed tone.
This task had many dangers involved. The highest among these was the simple fact that if his father found out, he would be dead... or worse. Another issue he would have getting in over his head. All of these things would have to be dealt with later, for now he didn't have much time and would need to be back soon. Sleet then put on some commoner robes that he had confiscated from one of the guards earlier that day, and left the palace. The palace was well guarded, but sleet knew of a few secret entrances that would hide his escape.
Sleet slipped out of the castle undetected. He then took off into high orbit in order to avoid detection. Making his way he passed by Gamma before finally making his way to Alpha. It was a dark place to behold. One that was teaming with low-lives and gangsters. Many different races were gathered here. Some were Saiyans, some Icer's like himself, and other nondescript aliens of all shapes and sizes. The young prince shivered a little bit in disgust. He hated these 'lesser' life forms and wished them exterminated from his kingdom. That dream; however, would have to wait. It was now, that he had to concentrate on his current goal of getting stronger.
Sleet made his way through the city streets. People here didn't recognize him, or at least didn't seem to. This was working out well for him, now all he had to do was look for an establishment to train in. Surely their would have to be some sort of underground fighting in the area. He had heard rumors about it, but wasn't sure where it would be. Sleet made his way to what seemed to be a local pub. Waltzing in, he sat at a table in a darkened corner and started listening to the locals to see if they knew anything about it.
After a few drinks, Sleet heard a particular conversation that interested him. It was about the underground fighting and where it was going to be at. Sleet walked away and followed the tip he had eavesdropped on. His information had brought him to an old abandoned warehouse. It didn't seem very peculiar, but as he walked closer, he could feel several high power levels beneath the structure. Sleet moved closer to get a better look at the parameter. He wanted to see if someone was posted up as a guard. Surely their would be, as no one would just be so stupid to leave the entrance unattended.
Sleet looked for a few minutes until he finally found an individual that seemed to be making patrols. Sleet decided that now would be the best time to approach as no one else was around to discover him or see his actions. As the young prince approached, he covered his head on a hood and cloak. He approached the guard and stopped right in front of him. The guard peered down at Sleet and asked, "What do you want? If you are lost, get lost somewhere else." Sleet smiled and replied, "No. I am not lost. I wish to participate. Let me in." The guard scoffed, "You will have to get through me little guy before I can let you in." The arrogant prince smiled and said, "Very well..."
-A few minutes later-
Sleet then found himself in the midst of a small crowd. Thirty-two beings gathered in a room that was roughly double the size of the entire warehouse. All of the contestants looked like seasoned fighters. They had their bruises and scars from past fights all over their bodies. Each one wore their former wounds proudly, like a badge of honor. Sleet stood there and listened as the announcer started to randomly pick people for the line-up. He also listened to the rules. They were the basic rules: Ring out is a point, knock out is a point, and death is a point. Only one point to win the match, which was both good and bad. That would mean he would only get one shot. This was something he would have to keep in mind.
Sleet then snapped out of his day-dream and focused on the current situation at hand. He had been matched up with a lowly human. He didn't look like much, but Sleet wasn't going to take any chances. Sleet knew that making assumptions was the quickest way to get killed, and he wasn't about to die today. Sleet would then watch the fights that preceded his own. He studied the moves of everyone and how they fought. Sleet knew that his ace card was his transformation, and thus, would need to keep it hidden for as long as possible.
Sleet's wait on the sidelines would soon come to an end. The Prince would finally get a real fight for once. Sleet entered the arena, still sporting his hood and cloak. Sleet waited in the corner as his human opponent came forward into the arena as well. Sleet peered at the human and wondered how this one could measure up to his own strength. Sleet then stopped pondering and focused. Getting into a defensive position, Sleet waited for the announcer to start the match.
"FIGHT!" rang out and echoed through the massive underground room. Roars cheered from the sidelines and fists flew up into the air in a salute of sorts.
Sleet looked on the human as the man darted towards him with impressive speed. Dust flew as the young prince darted off to meet him. As they approached on another, Sleet saw the human disappear. Sleet paused for a fraction of a moment, and then lifted his left arm up as it had just barely blocked a kick. He couldn't see the attack, but he did sense it in time. That was his only reason for blocking it. Sleet was a bit taken aback by this development. He didn't know if he would be able to beat the human without transforming. Sleet had to though, that was his only shot so he decided to restrain himself for the duration of this fight.
Sleet held his guard up as he countered the human's attack with a tail swipe to the face. It was quick, solid, and effective. The human couldn't block it, but it didn't really harm him too much. It bruised his face, but the main effect was the human's pride was hurt. He took offense to being slapped around by a tail. Sleet smiled continued to guard himself. He leaped back and waited for the assault that was sure to follow. Sleet's instincts were right, and the human launched a counter assault in furry. His blows were wild and rapid. He was furious about the insult and would not stand for it. The onslaught by the human, though fast, was not very accurate. Not a single blow landed on Sleet's body. The prince had gotten lucky thus far, but the human began to calm down. Once this had happened, Sleet's luck was about to change.
Sleet then started to get pummeled by blows from seemingly all directions. The human had refocused his rage and increased his power and accuracy. Sleet could barely keep up with blocking and had no chance of being able to counter attack. Though the attacks were fast, Sleet realized they lacked significant impact. He wasn't sure if the human had sacrificed strength for speed or what, but Sleet knew how to counter the human's offensive onslaught. Sleet lowered his guard and allowed the following attacks to strike at his body. Sleet sat their, calm and collected as each hit felt like little more than a tap. The young prince finally grabbed the human by his arm and held him in place. "That is quite enough," Sleet said as the human struggled to escape Sleet's grasp. "You put on quite a show, but it is only to conceal the fact that you are weak. You use speed to overwhelm your opponents, but without strength, your punches are little more than taps to me." Sleet smiled and cocked his head to the side, "Now... let me show you what a punch should actually feel like." The prince then threw a quick jab and plowed into the humans diaphragm. His fist sunk in so far that Sleet could feel ribs snapping in two.
Sleet smiled as blood came spewing from the human's mouth. The prince was enjoying himself to much of his delight. Nothing pleased him more than seeing a puny human in pain. Sleet retracted his fist back to his side and let go of the human. Sleet stood up right and crossed his arms. "So this is the extent of your power? I am disappointing," Sleet said with an arrogant tone. The crowed was silent. Sleet saw the human double over and pass-out from the pain. The prince shook his head and walked off of the platform. He had expected more of a fight, but at least he was progressing to the next round. This was just the beginning though, for he still had two more fights before he reached the finals. He needed to stay on his toes, for he had no clue what could be thrown at him next.
Sleet then continued to watch the following matches. The preliminaries finished up quickly. The week were weeded out and only those with a chance of winning remained. Sleet himself was one of the remaining fighters. The young Icejin prince awaited to see who he would be pitted against next. So many fighters remained so he wasn't sure who it would be. Sleet was just eager to start the next match so he could hurry up and win. He knew that the longer he was away from the castle, the greater his chances of getting caught. Also, he couldn't afford to sustain any major cosmetic damage as it would be noticed by his parents.
Sleet's wait for an opponent was a short one. He would soon find himself at odds with an alien. One he was not familiar with. This was a tad bit disconcerting for the young icejin. He didn't like surprises and the species of a fighter was essential to a good plan. He would just have to improvise on this fight. He hated doing that, but it couldn't be helped. Sleet was then instructed to re-enter the arena.
Standing across from the alien, he went over several scenario's in his head. He was certain that this fight would be a lot more difficult that his previous encounter. Standing in the middle of the arena, Sleet saw the alien get ready for their battle. The young prince rotated his shoulders and head. Pops and cracks ran up and down his body. Sleet paced back and forth with his tail whipping back and forth, waiting for the fight to start. He then heard the umpire start the match. Sleet took off in the alien's direction. The alien darted off to meet him. Together they clashed fists and locked up. Sleet and the Alien grabbed each other and a struggle of strength ensued. This opponent was stronger than the previous one. Even still, he wouldn't be a match for Sleet; but at least he would make for a good warm up.
Their grasps tightened on each other. The Icejin prince smiled and said, "Well I have to say, you are much stronger than that human I fought earlier." Sleet paused and whipped his tail about and then said, "But you are still not strong enough I am afraid." Sleet then used his tail and wrapped it around his opponent's leg and grasped it firmly as a smile came over his face.