Post by Leke Hattori on Nov 21, 2013 0:10:07 GMT -5
(OOC: This takes place in the past, before the tournament)
The youngest Hattori prince found himself wandering aimlessly throughout the markets of Alpha Prime. He was bored, as he had nothing to do this day for the tournament. There was a lapse between the preliminaries and the main event, it seemed. Leke was just fine with that; he needed to recover and go over his fights. They were tough, but he had overcome adversity to beat two separate opponents, both with unique fighting styles. He'd have to use his wits and strengths to overcome his, and his opponent's, weaknesses to have any chance of getting even one more round further in the tournament.
Leke's train of thought was disturbed by a wail coming from thirty yards away. His eyes focused immediately on the scene of an elderly plant-looking alien trying to defend the wares of his market stall from a group of burly-looking, red aliens. The elder "plant" was crying and trying his best to ward off the hoodlums, but they continued to line their pockets with his trinkets and such. This unnerved Leke - was there nobody to stop this from happening? The Prince looked around, and then back at the scene. Nobody else was paying any mind to it; in fact, it even appeared as though the people were ignoring it. Prometheus Zex was indeed a foul ruler if he could not even protect small businesses.
Even though he knew it was none of his business, Leke knew he had to intervene. He leapt into the fray, stopping a yard behind the ongoing thievery. The red ones paid him little mind, but the shop owner pleaded with Leke to get his aid. "Please, sir, you have to help me! They're taking all of my merchandise! I have a family to feed!" Leke spiked his power level to full, blasting a gust of wind so powerful that it nearly knocked everybody in the area off their feet, to get the thieves' attentions. They turned around, half confused and half bored. It appeared as though they couldn't speak the common tongue that this plant, Humans, Saiyans, and most aliens spoke. They all proceeded to crack their knuckles and appear to snicker, approaching the much-smaller Leke Hattori.
That was the last mistake they would ever make. Leke, with a roar of fury aimed at those who picked on innocents, burst into action. He slammed his right fist into the gut of the first gangster, making him keel over in sheer pain. Quickly, he added an elbow and a sweeping kick to another, bringing him off of his feet as well. The remaining three looked like they had defecated on themselves. They all turned to run, but they were not even close to being fast enough for the Saiyan prince. Still enraged, he thrust forward at them and delivered elbows, punches, and kicks.
When the dust settled, four red aliens lay unconscious on the ground, and Leke was left alone standing. The elderly plant alien rose from behind one of his stalls to see the good deed that Leke had committed. When he saw it, he gleefully ran up and shook Leke's hand forcibly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir! They would have run me out of business..." The Hattori gave him a smile and took a jade necklace from one of the bodies. "Here's at least one of the stuff that's yours, I think..." The plant-man looked at him and shook his head. "No, sir, please take that. A token of my gratitude. I will get the rest and put it back, thank you." Leke grinned again before noticing that some kind of military authority was just arriving in the area. That was his cue to leave; there was no way that Leke would get himself, and his family, in trouble in another planetary system. He blasted off into the sky, necklace around his neck, leaving no more traces of his being there than the defeated gangsters.
Fin, Zeni please
The youngest Hattori prince found himself wandering aimlessly throughout the markets of Alpha Prime. He was bored, as he had nothing to do this day for the tournament. There was a lapse between the preliminaries and the main event, it seemed. Leke was just fine with that; he needed to recover and go over his fights. They were tough, but he had overcome adversity to beat two separate opponents, both with unique fighting styles. He'd have to use his wits and strengths to overcome his, and his opponent's, weaknesses to have any chance of getting even one more round further in the tournament.
Leke's train of thought was disturbed by a wail coming from thirty yards away. His eyes focused immediately on the scene of an elderly plant-looking alien trying to defend the wares of his market stall from a group of burly-looking, red aliens. The elder "plant" was crying and trying his best to ward off the hoodlums, but they continued to line their pockets with his trinkets and such. This unnerved Leke - was there nobody to stop this from happening? The Prince looked around, and then back at the scene. Nobody else was paying any mind to it; in fact, it even appeared as though the people were ignoring it. Prometheus Zex was indeed a foul ruler if he could not even protect small businesses.
Even though he knew it was none of his business, Leke knew he had to intervene. He leapt into the fray, stopping a yard behind the ongoing thievery. The red ones paid him little mind, but the shop owner pleaded with Leke to get his aid. "Please, sir, you have to help me! They're taking all of my merchandise! I have a family to feed!" Leke spiked his power level to full, blasting a gust of wind so powerful that it nearly knocked everybody in the area off their feet, to get the thieves' attentions. They turned around, half confused and half bored. It appeared as though they couldn't speak the common tongue that this plant, Humans, Saiyans, and most aliens spoke. They all proceeded to crack their knuckles and appear to snicker, approaching the much-smaller Leke Hattori.
That was the last mistake they would ever make. Leke, with a roar of fury aimed at those who picked on innocents, burst into action. He slammed his right fist into the gut of the first gangster, making him keel over in sheer pain. Quickly, he added an elbow and a sweeping kick to another, bringing him off of his feet as well. The remaining three looked like they had defecated on themselves. They all turned to run, but they were not even close to being fast enough for the Saiyan prince. Still enraged, he thrust forward at them and delivered elbows, punches, and kicks.
When the dust settled, four red aliens lay unconscious on the ground, and Leke was left alone standing. The elderly plant alien rose from behind one of his stalls to see the good deed that Leke had committed. When he saw it, he gleefully ran up and shook Leke's hand forcibly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir! They would have run me out of business..." The Hattori gave him a smile and took a jade necklace from one of the bodies. "Here's at least one of the stuff that's yours, I think..." The plant-man looked at him and shook his head. "No, sir, please take that. A token of my gratitude. I will get the rest and put it back, thank you." Leke grinned again before noticing that some kind of military authority was just arriving in the area. That was his cue to leave; there was no way that Leke would get himself, and his family, in trouble in another planetary system. He blasted off into the sky, necklace around his neck, leaving no more traces of his being there than the defeated gangsters.
Fin, Zeni please