POWER LEVEL
19,786
Tech Points
3/9
Forms
N/A
Zeni
6,000
Archived
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Jun 11, 2022 20:11:06 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 11, 2022 20:11:06 GMT -5
The more Tabu traveled the universe, the more he discovered that, well, people weren’t really all that inventive. Sure, it was fascinating to study this or that culture and ponder how a species’ surroundings had forced them in new and interesting ways, but some things seemed like universal constants. In the same way stars wheeled through the infinite black of space, and the subtle interactions of carbon gave rise to life, some things were just intrinsic to sapient beings, no matter what their appearance. There would always be wars and tyrants, there would always be those who rose in opposition to them, confident and sure in their ideals and morality.
And, without fail, every single species Tabu had encountered or heard of had dive bars of some description.
“AND THAT’S IT! OUR MYSTERIOUS STRANGER SECURES HIS TENTH SEQUENTIAL KNOCKOUT FOR THE GRAND PRIZE! GIVE IT UP FOR THE GREEN MEANIE!!!!!!!”
The roar of the crowd grated at the Namekian’s sensitive hearing, making Tabu wince even as he stomped back to his table. The sound made him long for the specially-designed earplugs that his people had created for such occasions, but unfortunately, his last pair had been destroyed in his last mission, melted to slag by a well-aimed ki blast narrowly missing him as he delivered a death blow. With time, Tabu was sure he could fashion more, but that required money, money that was hard to make on short notice without risking combat which would reveal him to his enemies.
Thus, the underground fighting ring.
Taking a deep draft from his drink and placing bloody fingers against his temple, Tabu forced himself to relax, allowing the pain of his piercing headache to flow through him, instead of against him. The words of his father whispered like a ghost in his mind, leading him gently through the mental ritual. It was a good memory if a little tainted by his overwhelming guilt and cowar-
Growling, Tabu forced the surge of self-hatred down, forcing himself to stare out at the crowd instead. If was honest with himself, perhaps a small part of these fights was as a distraction. There was something…refreshing about being able to fight without worrying about this or that contract term. And it was always nice to clear his mind once in a while, rather than brood over his failures. Unfortunately, his next match wasn’t for an entire hour, so he would have to find something to amuse himself until then….
PL: 3,085
WC: 411
TWC: 411
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jun 12, 2022 15:29:45 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jun 12, 2022 15:29:45 GMT -5
East City; if there was a place to be more fascinated with how such a place can never stay still and remain in a stagnating pace with the others across the many continents, it was this one. For such a thriving metropolis truly found life and wonder in the underground realm of sports, combat, and of course, the fighting rings – illegal one could honestly say – to their dismay, and by rights those people were correct for such a spectacle to not be recognised as an official tournament, and yet one cannot deny that the sheer zeni a person can make within a single bout was unquestionably profitable. If anything, it had caused quite the scene so much that the East City Police department have tried and again the shut down these unlawful tournament battles and gambling stadiums down, but to no avail… If anything, it has only caused more and more people to be invested from either hearsay, a friend of a friend, or even a relative that acquired the ‘password’ in order to get inside such a place. If one was a fighter, or had a ‘desire’ to participate in a battle at the risk of their reputation and also becoming flat out broke? Well, all the more sucker for them.
Though the night was always young, and there was always someone to spice up the competition.
Callion had heard these ‘illegal tournaments’ existing for some time now, especially with the surprisingly long time he had dwelled upon the planet and getting to know the people that lived in such vast and diverse cities, it was an experience to him to explore and learn from the Earthlings as well as the different races that also managed in finding a home on this world, one often comes to question as to what other kind of lifeform or being with power could find themselves here. Approaching to the sealed door with a sliding visor that had a very 1920’s reminiscing vibe, Callion spoke to the person on the other side about participating in the area; one which the guardsman that was behind the door simply allowed the Saiyan to enter, making sure that his tailed coiled around his waist like a belt upon entry, least anyone had any funny ideas in grabbing his tail or worse, and that was something he could not tolerate – at least for now in order to surprise them when they least expect it.
However, what was surprising to the Saiyan Monk was how lively and populated the underground club was, people from all walks of life, drinking, partying, and not to mention watching the immense arena down from underneath the balcony of the party club, and it was in that moment of curiosity and wonder that Callion, standing by the edge of the balcony amongst the crowd saw the Green Skinned man for the first time, though for his case, it was a second Green Skin individual. Ever since his first initial encounter with Ayu; whom was also first met in the Eastern Continent in the Bamboo Forest, so in an odd hindsight, the Saiyan Monk had a little bit of a stroke of luck when it comes to contact with such people: perhaps it easy meeting green folks after all? One could not honestly say, except for the fact that this Namekian was a strong fighter, a gifted warrior, and a race that the Saiyan had never seen before in his life! What wonders and mysteries such an individual held, the history and culture that he could tell, and above all else, what sort of fighting techniques this unusual person had in his position. The thought excited Callion a little as was his species natural instincts, even for someone who has trained venerably in the art of tranquillity as it matched his very ki itself; as gentle as a candlelight that was alit in a calm manner.
“See, this is why I remain unimportant: Less pressure.” Callion joked with one of the people inside the club that overlooked the balcony that got a laugh from his little joke, admittedly amazed to have heard that a fighter such as the Namekian was able to win ten consecutive matches in a row, and judging by the look on his face, he was still hungry for more. “ALRIGHT! LET’S SEE IF THE GREEN MEANIE CAN GO FOR ELEVEN! OR WILL HE DECIDE TO THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR GO TO THE ELEVENTH AND FINAL BOUT! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH WILL GET THE GRAND PRIZE MONEY OF TEN-TOUSAND ZENI! GREEN MEANIE! FROM THE AUDIENCE, CHOOSE. YOUR. OPPONENT!” The mysterious announcer spoke, to which Callion himself was made unaware that anyone that was relatively close to the balcony was prime pickings for Tabu to choose for his opponent to fight in the ring. The honour and glory for the Final Round was about to be decided, and perhaps in this moment with the Saiyan slowly gazing at Tabu… Maybe… Just maybe…
He'd be the one to give the Namekian a run for his money.
Word count: 845
Power Level: 30,397
Super Weighted Clothing Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 7,599 |
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POWER LEVEL
19,786
Tech Points
3/9
Forms
N/A
Zeni
6,000
Archived
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Jun 13, 2022 13:43:07 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 13, 2022 13:43:07 GMT -5
“So what about it “Green Meanie”? You gonna take a dive or are we going to have to ‘help’ you out?” Tabu gave the burly alien a passing glance, then yawned loudly, instead allowing his eyes to wander the patrons of the bar. Most of the occupants were drunk rabble, liberally pouring Earthen substances into their systems with wild abandon. The Namekian hadn’t ever really gotten the appeal of booze, it seemed like an easy way to destroy your body and mind, and the only real benefit it produced was making you stupider and more prone to embarrassing mistakes. Of course, Tabu was honest enough with himself that part of his perception was probably colored by his inability to process the damn stuff, one cup had put him in critical condition as his organs were nearly destroyed by the foreign liquid. Still, it seemed so….pointless. Unfortunately, his ruminations were soon interrupted again by the low bellow of the human before him. “Hey are you listening to me? Didn’t your Mama Slug ever teach you any manners?” “Don’t have a mother. My species reproduce asexually.”“That wasn’t my point and you KNOW that wasn’t my point.” The alien smashed a fist on the table, sending Tabu’s food and drink flying off the stick wood. Finally, Tabu slowed and turned, staring the man dead in the eye. The Namekian didn’t much about the man, other than the fact that he styled himself as “The Dragon” and ran the biggest group of toughs on this side of West City. They had impressive power for thugs,, for sure, but to a Namekian that had traveled the universe, they were nothing all that special. With grunt of annoyance, Tabu rose to his full height, walking straight past the man on his way to his next fight, divesting himself of the splattered food with a quick telekinetic burst. Quick as a viper, Tabu’s arm lashed out, delivering a chop to the nerve cluster at the back of the alien’s neck that turned out the lights for the mod boss. The alien fell face first into the table, shattering the wood and sending the remainder of his dinner flying towards the other patrons. Stepping into the ring, harsh fluorescents shone from every angle, marooning the Namekian in a see of whites and blues. While he waited for the announcer to finish, Tabu examined his prospective challengers for someone who was worth a damn, getting the measure of their kis one by one. After ten pushovers, the victories began to feel cheap to Tabu, even if they were making him a pretty penny. The former dragon clan member wanted a workout this time, someone who could last a few exchanges before desperately dropping out. This bout, however, Tabu’s prayers were answered. A powerful energy shone like a steady candle of power among the flickering embers of the others, one that exceeded even his own by a significant margin. Tabu’s head slowly turned left, until he was staring directly at Callion, a small smile of satisfaction tugging at his lips. He pointed towards his foe with one confidently, shouting to be heard over the roar of the crowd. “You there! Spiky hair! Get in the ring if you’re game, I need to actually work up a sweat this time!”
Assuming Callion agreed, the announcer gestured Callion towards one side of the metal cage, even as he raised one arm high into the air. “For those just joining us, I will explain the hallowed rules of the Cage! All forms of combat other than the physical are strictly forbidden, we don’t have the money to keep fixing the bar after someone collapses one of the walls. Other than that, anything goes! Killing and Cheating are encouraged! While we haven’t had anyone commit cannibalism before….well you can be the first! Ready, set…………….begin!” Almost instantly, Tabu exploded forward, crossing half the ring in an eyeblink before attempting to hit Callion square in the face with a flying knee. Regardless of this rush’s success, Tabu would then back off a few steps, firing off jabs and hooks from a distance, attempting to bury his foe with constant pressure. If he let this man bring his strength to bear, he would soon be the one on the mat. The Namekian raised his voice over the roar of the crowd. “So by the tail I’m assuming you’re a Sayian? Strange to see one of you in these parts.”
WC: 743 TWC: 1054 |
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jun 13, 2022 17:42:02 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jun 13, 2022 17:42:02 GMT -5
Mama Slug? Now that was a phrase that Callion wasn’t expecting to hear from the Announcer at all, let alone being called Green Meanie. Was it a little much or perhaps on the nose to call such a person that? Maybe, and yet still it appeared at least in the Saiyan’s view that the Green Warrior had little to no trouble at that department. Callion had a good sense of hearing from his training to pick up what the Burly Alien was saying, which caused the monk to squint his eyes at the mob boss character for a moment, analysing the motives of the individual. Was such a creature in charge of this general facility and making a fortune? There was no true answer to this, and if there was? Well, one would just have to travel down one giant rabbit hole to get the answers they were looking for in the underworld of fighting rings. Yet there was one thing that the Saiyan was going to get from such an experience by being here today: Learning Experience and the art of how fighters in the underworld of illegal sports fight and beat each other into a bloody pulp with only one victor.
When the Saiyan Monk heard the announcer calling for the Namekian victor of the consecutive bouts, a part of him that was deep in the back of his mind beside all the training of tranquillity and patience hoped that he was to be selected for the fight, that Saiyan primal instinct flickering with life and renewed vigour, which only amplified when it was indeed the case where Callion was selected to be the final fight for the ten-thousand zeni reward. Whether the Saiyan exceeded the Namekian in terms of power was up for debate… The real question and answer came down to the skills and technique one used in the art of combat itself, where those who fought logically as well as relentlessly were the de-facto victors of the tournament. A smile appeared on the Saiyan’s face when he was being called out by the Namekian, the desire for the fight was well and truly ignited, using but the smallest of his energy to float in the air and slowly levitate himself onto the ring itself.
The impact was small, but an evident thud, that caused the ring to slightly shake just a little at Callion’s landing. He decided to answer back in kind; “Now you see, that’s the problem with being a big fish in a small pond… I could never tell the little fish apart.” The Saiyan replied, feeling the energy in the room along with putting on just a dash of an overconfident individual just for the dramatic flair. After all, they were being watched by the people that were close to the balcony, and the number of viewers only quadrupled at the show that was about to begin to witness the final round. Naturally, this was not Callion’s true personality at all, but he went along with the humours and sarcastic tone just to see the reaction of the Green Warrior. The Saiyan’s ears perked up whilst entering into a traditional martial artist stance in a Dragon Style Pose, listening in to the rules of the Illegal Tournament battle between the two, and it made sense for the most part – besides the whole cannibalism idea… Hopefully the Namekian was not hungry for Saiyan flesh, that’d definitely be a position where even the Saiyan Monk may not find to be a pleasant idea at all.
Then there was the encouragement of killing and cheating that rubbed him the wrong way. Cheating? Sure, that was to be expected in these kinds of tournament battles, for he wasn’t blind to the obviousness behind such a bout. Though killing? A waste of life that could be use to improve and become better to be snuffed out in the bloody sport for these people to enjoy somewhat dampened the mood, but he wouldn’t show that he lost face. Not yet that is, and besides there was a battle to fight, a new fighter to befriend, and of course, a one-on-one match to win! Provided that such a turn of events does happen, and Callion not falling face first to the ring floor.
The battle started as soon as the announcer gave the all clear for the two fighters to engage. Callion; witnessing the Namekian to come charging in with a flurry of blows and hits, immediately got into a defensive position, recognising that the Super Weighted Clothing that he wore was bound to slow him down, especially in a fight like this, took to the more protected form of combat. His arms and body took on blow after blow by the Namekian. He was fast, that was for sure, knowing that such a fight like this was certainly going to take a good while, now that Callion saw he was dealing with one that knew how to read and analyse an enemy before the fight started. Once more, the Saiyan’s ears perked up once he recovered from the strong flying knee, for such an attack managed to break through his guard, but took the opportunity when Tabu backed off to regain his guard. “Oh, I happen to be in the area… Seeing the sights, killing bandits that look like sabre-tooth monsters… The usual. Though I must say, I haven’t seen anyone like you before. When this is over, you’ll have to tell me what are you.”
Callion replied back, but also parried with a question back of his own accord. He was surprised that the Namekian knew that he was indeed a Saiyan, all the more reason for the monk to fight with just a little bit more effort than normal. He was someone that didn’t fight in the traditional sense of a Saiyan; he was calculative, cunning, wise and strategic in battle – a viper preparing to lunge and strike with accuracy and strength, which was something that he did. The Saiyan began to get closer, morphing and changing his foot work as he got closer towards Tabu, using the opportunity once he got closer to throw a series of Fast, precise and above all else, powerful punches towards the Namekian. It was clear they were currently nowhere near as fast as his opponent’s flurry of attacks due to the Super Weighted Clothing that he was wearing, but should those punches hit…
Well, a certain someone was going to feel it in the morning…
Word Count: 1,086
Total Word count: 1,931
Power Level: 30,397
Super Weighted Clothing Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 7,599
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POWER LEVEL
19,786
Tech Points
3/9
Forms
N/A
Zeni
6,000
Archived
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Jun 13, 2022 21:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 13, 2022 21:04:00 GMT -5
Tabu raised an eyebrow as the Sayian’s flair for theatrics, folding his arms as the ring itself shook from the force of the Sayian’s landing. His stance was that of a warrior to be sure, well-balanced and containing little telegraphing of movement. Tabu had spent many years wandering the universe, seeing the worst it had to offer and coming to terms with the hard truth that fighting was often, dirty, brutal and dangerous, and was so rarely the true test of strength and skill so many idealized it to be. But, perhaps this bout, this was the bout that could make Tabu truly satisfied.
“Funny. I’ve never heard a fighter bragging about being a fish before. I’m not going to say it doesn’t suit you, I just don’t know why you would brag about having the power of one.”
Despite the cocky words, Tabu was clearly taking this situation incredibly seriously. This man radiated danger from every pore. While the Namekian had no plans to follow the frankly insulting ruleset that the announcer proposed, there was no guarantee his opponent wouldn’t take full advantage. In his opinion, such tactics should be reserve for true life and death bouts where one’s life was on the line: there was no need to resort to them in a match between warriors such as this. As far as killing and cannibalism, well, Tabu saw no reason not to come at his opponent with the full intent of the former, while the later was simply not applicable for one such as him. The Namekian’s feet slid across the stained matt of the ring, assuming a modified version of the traditional Hydra Clan fighting stance: feet spread wide, his fingers curled against his palms, body positioned so his shoulder faced his opponent
As the announcer shouted and the bell rang, Tabu’s brazen charge across the stage seemed to have been successful, his knee connecting with the sharpness of a clean strike, granting him the initiative and space he needed to set up his initial barrage of strikes. While the Namekian wasn’t quite as much a counter-puncher as this Sayian seemed, he too fought with his brain instead of his heart, and his coal-colored eyes dissected his opponent as body blocks and kicks hammered like sledgehammers into his opponent’s tight guard. His foe’s black jacket was clearly no normal article of clothing if the muffling of his punches targeting the man’s upper body was anything to judge by. And yet, the jacket didn’t seem thick enough to provide the kind of armoring that the kind of weight he felt should provide. It piqued Tabu’s curiosity, but the Namekian shoved that aside from now. There would be time to solve the mystery when he wasn’t in immediate danger of getting punched in the face.
“Not exactly normal activities for a vacation, though I suppose I’m not one to judge. Still, I’m sure their victims would be quite thankful. You don’t get many warriors with our strength who are willing to prune the dregs of the universe.”
Tabu’s tone was slightly sarcastic, but clearly sincere. While Tabu himself was no preacher of morality (no longer at least), he could at least appreciate such a deed. Knowledge of ki so often seemed to corrupt those who sought to claim it, twisting them until they sought nothing but absolute power. It was…nice to hear he had found someone of a similar mindset in such a galactic backwater.
Even if he hit like a damn truck.
As Callion began his counterattack, Tabu would slowly give ground, dodging and parrying punches and kicks through a combination of tight footwork and abusing his far longer reach to simply shove blows out of the path of his body. The few that managed to breach his guard were tame on the chin, with nothing but a few wheezes and grunts betraying the pain and damage that was building up on the Namekian’s form. While it was clear that Tabu wasn’t a martial arts grandmaster in any sense of the term, his economy of motion was still a beautiful thing to watch, allowing him to somewhat compensate for his lacking reflexes and strength when compared to the more compactly build Sayian.
“As for me, I’m nothing special, just another alien from a planet you’ve likely never heard of. I would tell you to visit, but sadly the PTO decided to make it another one of the many jewels in their crown.”
The bitterness and pain in the Namekian’s voice bled through his usually stoic exterior. It hurt Tabu deeply to have had to run like a coward from his ancestral home, but he had simply not had any other option. If he had stayed, he would be dead or captured, simple as that. Until the day Tabu had the strength to return and chase those damn lizards away from his home, it was best to draw as little new attention as possible to the planet of the Dragon
Reading the timing on one of the Sayian’s punches, the Namekian weaved past it, grabbing hold of the thickly muscled arms. Pivoting on his heel, Tabu heaved upwards, using all the strength of his upper body to attempt to throw the Sayian headlong into the metal cage of the ring. If this gambit was successful, the Namekian would give the Sayian no time to recover his footing, launching a series of stomps towards his foe’s upper body and head. If his hypothesis was correct, the Sayian’s strangely weighted gi should make regaining his footing under such a barrage quite the difficult prospect….
WC: 933
TWC: 1987
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jun 14, 2022 17:58:01 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jun 14, 2022 17:58:01 GMT -5
Before the fight had started, when the Namekian made the reply that was based on the Saiyan’s Earthling sarcastic dialect that was involving being the bigger fish in a pond, it left him actually dumbfounded, then a smirk slowly appeared, until finally a laugh; a genuine, light-hearted fit of a giggle that blasted out of the Saiyan’s mouth. It was by no means an insult to Tabu’s character in any stretch of the word, but the fact of a serious individual making such a comment in trying to deduce the satirical comment, even made the likes of the monk having a moment of weakness in finding something that was actually hilarious to hear, a victory point to Tabu for making Callion laugh indeed which only cemented that he was going to enjoy this battle indeed against the formidable and also funny opponent. Yes, this was the one to truly make the Saiyan warrior grin with delight from this challenge, something that he graciously looked forward to test out his capabilities whilst continuing onward with putting on a show for the crowd and himself to enjoy – a battle worthy in every sense of the word, provided of course that no one had to die of course, or outside play was going to be involved.
With the battle well underway between the two alien fighters, the competition continued to be ever more fierce and ferocious, the battle of the minds clearly at play rather than the ever classic sense of throwing bodies at one another; tactical wit and strategy was the stuff that won wars, and this fight was no exception to such a claim. It was no surprise for Callion to watch and read Tabu’s footwork knowing that while the Namekian was studying the Saiyan’s footwork and fighting style, the Saiyan had done the exact same thing as he did. The people of the Illegal Sports ring were at awe with such a surprisingly good fight, even the announcer himself was impressed albiet in a more irritating manner; the face of someone who had bet a lot of money for a fighter to lose or win… But what such a decision was remained clouded in the unknown. Though what much such the combatants more intriguing was the burly alien himself was getting irritated by Tabu appearing to be enjoying himself, the likes of the extra-terrestrial seemingly more concerned about rigging a fight than to allow the two to enjoy themselves, the corner of Callion’s eye took a moment to shoot a darting look at the individual as he appeared to be talking to a fellow alien of the same species, perhaps a plan in motion to make sure that they’d ‘help’ Tabu out the hard way during the fight.
Yet, that was a moment of weakness that caught the Saiyan by surprise, whilst he majority focused on the battle; the instant that her very slightly glanced at the burly alien was in that second that he was actually picked up by the towering Namekian when the green man grabbed a hold of his muscled arms and slammed him into the metal cage and on the ground. He was successful for the move worked perfectly! … Perhaps too perfectly. As Tabu managed to use all his strength on such a throw, he would’ve felt that the Saiyan was ungodly heavy, as if he was carrying a Guru of his village that had several tanks strapped onto the back of the village elder. The moment the Saiyan made impact with the metal cage, the entire Ring and even the walls shuddered under the colossal slam, the impact of the Saiyan with his Super Weighted clothing caused the metal cage to have a massive humanoid dent in the steel works, and when Callion slammed onto the arena floor, apparently he was that heavy to have caused the arena itself to break, causing the stadium to be in a permanent slanting position, slightly augmenting the fight.
The Saiyan was not surprised at all for the Namekian to take the opportunity to proceed with the series of stomps to the upper body and head, and while he had the hard time in not currently being able to get up, he was able to once again, brace himself with the impacting blows – the arms and even legs took part in protecting himself. With their fight continuing onward, the Saiyan was learning more about the character that he was fighting against as he was being beaten on the floor, the motivation to getting stronger and wanting an opponent that could give him a challenge. In the Saiyan’s opinion, it was possibly to take on this PTO organisation for the foreseeable future and the role they have currently played on the Namekian’s homeworld – it was that very line that in a way Callion understood. “The feeling is mutual. I remain unaware if any Saiyan’s are alive or dead on my planet, I had to flee ever since I was an infant, not even having a chance to say goodbye to my own family. I know not who the PTO are… But I can assume one thing that they do…”
Within seconds, Callion’s tail came to life, using the opportunity when Tabu was busy wailing on the Saiyan with a continuous footstep to the upper body and head whilst he had his guard up. The Saiyans unusually large tail coiled and twisted around the Namekian’s spare leg that he kept firmly on the Arena’s tilted ground. This was the moment that Tabu may very well learn that it wasn’t just his fists that hit like a damn truck. “They’d fight dirty.” If successful, the Tail immediately pulled to the left and would cause the green alien to fall down onto his side, and as he did so, the namekian would feel the full impact of the Saiyan’s foot to the chest as though he just got smacked by a tank firing it’s high calibre bullet at him, the force of the kick might send the tall warrior hurling towards the metal cage on the other side of the arena, granting the Saiyan the opportunity to slowly get back up onto his feet.
Word Count: 1,032
Total Word count: 2,963
Power Level: 30,397
Super Weighted Clothing Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 7,599
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POWER LEVEL
19,786
Tech Points
3/9
Forms
N/A
Zeni
6,000
Archived
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Jun 25, 2022 14:45:57 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 25, 2022 14:45:57 GMT -5
Most fights in Tabquila were a brutal example of the sport, short, ugly, and usually one-sided. The alien who owned the bar liked it like that, it allowed him to keep several fighters on hand to keep near total control of his own ring. Anyone that didn’t give him a cut of their winnings was put against one of the hulking behemoths Farud kept on hand for such a purpose, and said fighters were usually carried out on a stretcher, or a coffin depending on the circumstances.
This match, however, was no simple one-sided brutality: it was a chess match.
Farud chewed on his lower lip, watching as Tabu fluidly parried and dodged, even as his opponent did so in return. If this kept up, it was entirely possible that the insubordinate Namekian could win, and the alien knew that the green man had no intention of respecting the rules of this place. It was a dangerous challenge to his authority that could bring his illegal kingdom to its knees in under a minute: an opportunity that his many enemies would surely seize on. However, if he directly interfered in the fight, it would shatter the delicate pretense that allowed everyone to pretend that fights in his bar were “fair”. If he wanted to survive the knight, it seemed he would need to be a little craftier. Smirking, the alien turned on his heel, searching for an acquaintance of his that he had seen not a few minutes ago…
This Saiyan is good. Better than good actually, if he was fighting to kill, I doubt I would be able to hold him off very easily. However… Tabu seized on the split-second hesitation in Callion’s guard, piercing his defenses and shifting his weight to his heels in preparation for a shoulder throw. However, as soon as he moved to toss the Sayian, the Namekian was nearly driven to his knees by the Sayian’s sheer weight, only barely managing to keep his equilibrium steady enough to execute the throw. Then, Tabu received another surprise: instead of hitting the cage and crumpling to the floor like was his plan, the entire ring shook like it had been struck by a great hammer, crumpling the steel like paper and nearly destroying the steel supports keeping the ring elevated above the baying crowd. Tabu was forced to leap slightly in into the air to not lose his footing in the initial collapse, which he would attempt to turn into a flying stomp aimed at the Sayian’s upper body.
“Might want to lay off the junk food there my friend. I would hate to know what that kind of diet is doing to your body.”
Tabu’s dry chuckle hid a mix of anxiety and fear that was unfamiliar to the Namekian. How was this Sayian moving almost as fast as himself while weighing nearly ten times the amount? For that matter, how was he that heavy while seemingly supporting such an athletic build? The Namekian just couldn’t understand what a phenomenon meant, and the confusion began to crack through his stoic exterior.
Said confusion didn’t stop the Namekian’s brutal offense, and for a few long seconds it was only Callion’s reflexes and muscled arms that prevented disabling injuries. Even as the two warriors continually attempted to take each other apart however, their exchange of backstories continued, and, surprisingly, it seemed they shared more in common than Tabu would have first imagined.
“You don’t know who the PTO are? Your family must have really wanted you hidden if they sent you far enough away that even the PTO are unknown.”
Three quick stomps with a booted heel as Callion blocked each one expertly. A tail twined around his foot, pulling him off balance in time for the Namekian to eat a devastating step kick that nearly broke a rib. Tabu crashed into the opposite side of the ring, giving it a dent in steel bars not unlike the one Callion had made not a few minutes before. Wheezing, Tabu slowly extricated himself from his metal prison, “Nice kick.” Tabu hissed, spitting a globule of purple blood on the arena floor. Without his ki abilities or regeneration, he couldn’t take many more of those kinds of hits. The Namekian approached his foe once more, moving considerably more carefully this time, testing the steadiness of his wobbly legs against the newly slopped ring.
“The five second version is that they’re a massive company bent on selling planets to those lacking them. And they’re not particularly picky about whether its occupied first or not. With the way that things are going, I wouldn’t be surprised if they come after the Sayians next.”
Perhaps it was a bit of fear-mongering, but Tabu would bet every zeni he had on the changeling’s rampant greed. If left unchecked, the Changelings would devour the universe planet by planet until nothing remained to challenge them. To stop them, Tabu would need strength beyond any other, strength to do onto them the same things they did to others.
It was the only way.
“Of course, they’re not the only ones who can fight dirty.”
Suddenly, Tabu’s right arm extended forth, stretching two twice, then three times its length as Tabu attempted a devastating uppercut from halfway across the ring. The Namekian prepared to follow it up with a left-handed kidney shot, only to suddenly lose all ability to control his body. Standing still as a statue, the Namekian’s arm fell limply across the Sayian’s shoulder. Would he take advantage of it?
WC: 925
TWC: 2912
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jun 26, 2022 17:07:37 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jun 26, 2022 17:07:37 GMT -5
The Alien who owned the bar’s facial reaction was getting more and more irritated. Not only was this fight between the two strong, intelligent, and down right calculative fighters was dragging on far longer than what he liked, but now their battle was essentially tearing the damn ring apart, and the worst fact about what was going on, the people that were watching the fight were absolutely LOVING the spectacle, and now these spectators had the audacity to start betting on both warriors! No! No! NO!! This was not only not part of the plan, but now the finances were going to be in jeopardy, and the bar owner decided to enact the ‘safety protocols’ getting his phone to contact Farud and not only give the brute a very quiet verbal lashing, but also to tell him that cancel the fight no matter what it took, or even to try and kill that ‘monkey tail’ fighter just so that Namekian can fall back in line. The owner didn’t care about the people that were enjoying it, he wanted to see this match over yesterday and if Farud didn’t finish the job by the time the fight was going to be decided, then the Bar Owner will simply have to force more extreme matters…
From the command of the Bar Owner to Farund and to the ‘security’ staff of the Underground fighting tournament, the battle was to be called off by any means necessary, with the command sent the security team began to move away from their posts in a discreet manner, allowing the spectator and still dancing citizens within the club to party at their hearts content whilst the men in suits went into the back rooms and got armed with weapons mainly poor excuses of Earthling guns that were fully loaded with weak bullets that they had no idea was probably not going to work on either one of the fighters that were still battling each other in the ring. Once the security staff were now equipped, they made their way up the stairs and into the upper balcony section of the arena, away from the prying eyes of the citizens and only the fighters could see them in the hopes to drive the point for the Saiyan to back down and give up and to allow the Namekian to win, and all it took was the command to shoot, waiting for the Bar Owners command.
Meanwhile as the fight pushed ever onward, from the chuckle that Callion made along with the Namekian at the junk food remark from weight of the Super Weighted Clothing having done it’s job in bringing Tabu to near to his knees and having caused the ring itself to quake and morph due to the damage the arena was taking as the Saiyan that apparently weighed as much as a tank, and now even the cages were not sparred when the Namekian was kicked to the otherside of the arena from the Saiyan’s kick. These fighters were putting their all into the fights like the Gladiators of Rome, battling with strength, speed, as well as brainpower with technique, and in this moment the Saiyan respected the tenacity and prowess of the Namekian before him, believing himself to have found an ideal friend and training partner once this was all over, someone like him that respected brains and brawn in the art of fighting and martial arts. As the two continued to fight as well as talk, Callion listened into the rather short version of who the PTO are and recognised that they were just as much of the scum as he expected, but now even Moreso…
When the aspect of them targeting the Saiyan was mentioned. This he could not allow. The moment the namekian went for the devastating uppercut with his stretched right arm, by sheer instinct and possible a side of anger, the Saiyan managed to catch the right arm and was preparing to intervene and brace himself for the other arm, only to have noticed the Namekian’s body acting strange, which immediately caused Callion to snap out of his changed state, his eyes gone widened by Tabu’s state and rushed over to the otherside of the ring, not even hesitating to check on the opponent. “Hey? You OK? Your body’s gone numb is something-“ But before Callion could ask if his rival was alright, the sounds of weapons being loaded and pointed at the duo were locked onto to both party members right there on the ring. The noise shocked and caused the citizens inside the illegal club to gasp and quietened down, even the music that was the lifeblood of the area was now dead silent when the moment of truth was pretty much revealed to everyone of the sheer… Consequences were to show when their fighter was not putting his all into the match.
“THAT’S FAR ENOUGH MONKEY FREAK!” One of the security staff members called out to Callion, apparently seemingly knowing exactly who or what he was with the tail having been pretty much exposed by this point. “YOU’VE HAD YOUR FUN, BUT NOW ITS OVER. SURRENDER YOURSELF AND FORFEIT THE MATCH OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE, AND AT THIS POINT WE DON’T CARE IF WE SHOOT YOU, THE NAMEKIAN, OR BOTH OF YOU!” Another security staff warned, the people in the area slowly began to move away from the ring, some of them having the sense to get out of the place and call the actual cops of what was going down inside the place. Callion looked back to Tabu and raised his arms in defence, seemingly using himself as a shield to protect the Namekian from being shot. The Saiyan monk had more than a worthwhile and exceptional fight with what he saw was a worthy partner to train with and he’d be damned if he was going to lose him now.
The eyes of the Bar Owner were now fixed on the Namekian and Saiyan, slowly raising his arm up, willing to give the command to open fire. All he needed now was to see if they’d make the next move to call off the match or the Burly looking Alien were to make sure that the two got the picture in simply giving up. That of course was depending if he had finished in searching for that acquaintance of his.
Word Count: 1,066
Total Word Count: 4,029
Power Level: 59,289
Trainer: Master Roshi (5% PL Gain Per Week)
Solo Base: Earth
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped (75% PL gain)
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 14,822 |
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POWER LEVEL
19,786
Tech Points
3/9
Forms
N/A
Zeni
6,000
Archived
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Jun 28, 2022 15:40:49 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 28, 2022 15:40:49 GMT -5
"You heard the man! I want both of you out of this bar or you're getting sent home in pieces!"
Farud had re-emerged from the depths of the bar, accompanied by a strangely insect-like alien that clicked and hissed as it moved. Its antenae were currently pointed directly at Tabu, radiating a pulsating orange energy that seemed to warp the very air around it. If one looked very closely, they would see a similarly-colored orange aura circulating Tabu, glowing ever so softly. Faurd glanced at his superior, then at the warrior at his side, reassuring himself that he was in the superior position. The sneer adorning his face widened, even as he gestured for the security team to move closer, before snapping his fingers as if suddenly remembering something.
"Oh right I almost forgot! This monkey cheated didn't he? Slipped some poison into our good Tabu's drink before the fight to secure the win? It's alright my green friend, I'll get someone to remove that paralytic from your system." Farud's tone was that of concern, but the alien's eyes shone with greed. If they could keep up the telekinetic hold on this "Tabu" character, and announce that he died of complications from the "poison", there was no telling the kind of profit he could make. Rich humans across the planet would pay top dollar for a live alien as a pet, or even as a piece of taxidermy. He wouldn't even have to share it with the bar owner if the doctors met with a few unforunate accidents. All it would require was the death of the Sayian and Tabu.
Farud could live with that.
Seriously? An illusion spell? My father would disown me if he found out that I had been caught in something so basic. Tabu thought, gazing contemptously at the paradise surrounding him.The harsh pulse of the bar music and desperation-excitment of his excellent spar had been replaced by the rolling hills and deep oceans of his homeworld. If Tabu was honest, the spell was actually not that bad, still primitive by Namekian standards, but not bad. Unfortunately, whatever tome his attacker had learned the spell from had not included any mind-altering component, making it more of an inconvience rather than a perfect trap like others of its kind Tabu had seen. A little pressure at the nexus point, and the whole thing would pop like a soap bubble.
Tabu outstretched a hand glowing with magical energy, pressing his essence up against the barrier that held this world together. Then, he hesistated, Could it have been Callion? I was pressuring him pretty badly at the end there, even if he still had cards left to play. The Namekian hoped not, the fight against the Sayian had been rather....nice. It wasn't often Tabu found people that didn't try to kill him or use him immediately, and even rarer to find people that were fun to fight. The Namekian wouldn't be very happy if he was betrayed yet again, even if the friendship was only minutes old. Well, there's only one way to find out I suppose. With a deep sigh, Tabu let loose his will, shattering the familiar plains of Namek into a million glittering pieces.
"Always knew your greed would overcome your good sense Ratoz, Faurd."
Tabu's words rang out over the now quiet bar, even as the Namekian slowly regained his feet. The Namek strode forward until he was alongside Callion, giving the insectoid creature next to Farud a curious glance. "You should have hired a better mage though. Now, all you've accomplished is pissing me off."
"You dare" Ratoz sputtered, glaring first at Farud, then at the alien currently simmering with anger on his broken stage. Tabu didn't even bother responding, instead flicking his fingers dismissively at the crowd of soldiers. Their guns were ripped out of their hands by some unseen force, congregating above the stage in a giant ball. With a clench of his fist, Tabu crushed them into uselessness, sending shards of metal and plastic scattered across the bar.
Ratoz looked over the ruins of his bar, at the patrons terrified in corners, at the bartenders and musicians cowering behind counters and tables. He looked at the two warriors on to pof the stage who had defied his will so openly, and at the ruins of the only weapons he had to stop them crushed into a giant ball.
"I WILL GRANT 1 MILLION ZENI TO ANYONE WHO BRINGS ME THEIR HEADS! KILL THEM!"
There was several seconds of silence as the occupants of the bar stared at each other. Then, a few warriors charged the stage, then a few more. Before long, tens of enemies of various shapes and sizes were charging at the ropes of the ruined ring, scrambling towards the ropes.
Tabu put his back to Callion's, flaring his ki to its maximum extent, causing the very air itself to shake with the force of his energy. "Finish our fight later? I would rather beat you without any interruptions."
WC: 840
TWC: 3752
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jun 30, 2022 8:57:24 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jun 30, 2022 8:57:24 GMT -5
If there was anything more infuriating and insulting, it was the very aspect of being labelled as a cheater for a crime that the Saiyan didn’t even remotely correct. Honestly, being called a cheater for supposedly ‘slipped some poison into Tabu’s drink?’ Apparently, Earthlings still have zero understanding about Saiyan’s whatsoever. “You must be honestly rather stupid and pathetic to even assume I’d stoop so low as to poison a drink, and not to mention the fact that I only just got here. It must’ve been a very fast brew for me to have made such a beverage.” Callion called out with a blunt remark, the faces of the Security Staff evermore evident to the lie though they were slowly becoming ever more agitated as a result to such blatant arrogance against them. “SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH MONKEY! DO YOU AND THE NAMEKIAN KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HAVE RUINED THIS FOR US!?” The Saiyan in return raised an eyebrow, looking over towards the Namekian and then back to the armed staff with a smirk. “Oh, I know… Honestly, you really should pay the both of us more than the bad excuse of what you call this an arena.” Callion joked once more, going back-to-back with the Namekian as he himself powered up with his aura up to its maximum.
The club itself began to shake and quiver before the combined power of Tabu and Callion, the metal roof no longer able to contain itself as it began to demolish and fall to each side, sparing the two that were in the arena. The Saiyan monk heard Tabu wanting to finish the fight later and wanting to beat him without interruptions. “Sounds good to me. I’ll take care of those thugs on the roof. That musclebound brainless oaf is yours. Get you working a good sweat to make it easier for me to beat you.” Callion joked with a grin before he flew upward with an impressive speed, having seemingly appeared infront of the armed men around the rooftop. Needless to say, they were all immensely terrified from having witnessed the Saiyan having arrived at their location in seconds, some of them having taken several steps back in horror, and even fewer even dropped their guns. “W-W-What just happened!? What kind of freak are you!?” One of the more veterans from the illegal fighting arena’s security staff whose head to toe was adorned with a heavy suit of army police like army only freaked out more when he witnessed his assault rifle having been bent backwards by the Saiyan’s strength.
With a smirk having grown on the Saiyan’s face, he was all too connected into this fight using his tail to backhand the approaching security staff team from behind. “It’s like you said. I’m the monkey freak. Sounds like this is the ideal moment to go ‘ape’.” Callion entered into a limited fighting brawl with the security staff, no longer were their weapons pointed at Tabu, allowing the Namekian to have a full-on brawl with Farud in peace with not getting blasted with round on his body. “Tabu! It’ll take care of these guys up here. Knock out that brute so we can get out of this dump!” The Saiyan called out to the fellow fighter, whilst he was engaging in a several fight at one, one staff after the other was getting knocked around, but more started to jump onto the Saiyan in the attempt to pin him down, yet none of their attacks were working and they were just being hurled around like garbage, their cries echoing from the rooftops in the comedic fashion.
As for the Bar Operator and Owner of the Illegal club. He snapped, more than had enough of the establishment and the people inside, getting out the phone calling an anonymous source; “The prize Namekian is lost. Set up the charges, we’re blowing this place and everyone inside to hell.” He said with his eyes twitching towards Tabu and then looking up to the monkey that was busy dealing with the brawl, deciding to blow up the entire establishment and the zeni along with it just so that if he couldn’t get the amount of money that was to be gained with the Namekian from the hands of the Saiyan, then no one could. The Owner slowly made his way with a gleaming eye towards Tabu should he take on Farud and then look up to the Saiyan who was far too busy engaging in combat with the security staff with the weapons, not to mention having to duck and weave the bullets that were fired upon him. “Farud. Finish the Namekian and the Monkey and get out of here. I’ve rigged the whole club to explode, we’ll just have to make ourselves some money in another city.”
Word Count: 803
Total Word Count: 4,832
Power Level: 59,289
Trainer: Master Roshi (5% PL Gain Per Week)
Solo Base: Earth
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped (75% PL gain)
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 14,822
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POWER LEVEL
19,786
Tech Points
3/9
Forms
N/A
Zeni
6,000
Archived
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Jun 30, 2022 19:05:25 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 30, 2022 19:05:25 GMT -5
Tabu snorted outright at the security staff’s petulant complaint, “You’ll forgive me if I don’t much care about your profit margins. I would have been perfectly happy to take my money and leave but sadly it seems you can’t get over the fact that your warriors resemble particularly uncoordinated bears more than they do warriors.” The Namekian said scathingly, casting an eye at Farud who’s face was rapidly approaching a fascinating shade of purple. The brute had had it out for Tabu ever since the Namekian had first humiliated him in the ring, and tonight was only the first in a long series of attempts on his life, if one could even call them that. Tabu would be glad to rid himself of such a bothersome insect.
As the building itself began to shake apart from the sheer force of Tabu and Callion’s combined power, Tabu’s gaze was locked onto the brute, eyeing him not unlike a predator did prey, even as Callion’s acceptance resounded in his ear. “If he can work a drop of sweat from me, I’ll eat my own gi.” Tabu replied with an insulted sniff, aura screeching against the air itself. Faster than a gunshot, Tabu sprang forward, nearly taking Farud's head off with a right hook. The Namekian gave his opponent no time recover, chaining a string of lightning-fast strikes into the big alien, sending him stumbling this way and that. Farud desprately peeked out from behind his guard, shouting toward a few of the club's fighters currently backing off from Callion's rampage. "Help me you idiots! If they succeed they'll kill us all!" The alien screeched, his voice full of panic.
However, the few fighters that had escaped from the Sayian to assist their boss met nearly the same fate. While Tabu lacked the sheer explosive force of Callion, his raw skill and subtle integration of telekinesis reduced all reinforcements to groaning heaps, until the only remaining warriors was Farud, who stood alone in the ruins of the club he had once called his kingdom."W-wait please! You don't have to do this. I can offer you money! Shelter! Information! You have no idea what you'll unleash by killing us here!" The alien begged, dropping to his knees.
Tabu simply snorted, not even bothering to reply to such a blantant lie. With a blur of motion, the Namekian struck Farud full in the face with a brutal right straight, turning out the lights in the alien's brain. As the brute toppled to the floor, Tabu would vanished from the eyes of most of the spectators, re-appearing behind the bar owner and attempting to pluck him up off the floor. If he was sucessful, Tabu would rise a story or two in the air, leaving the bar owner's feet to dangle and swing over feet of empty air. Raising his voice to be heard over the piteous cries for help, Tabu called out to his newfound friend.
"Can't leave just yet my friend. I'm afraid this little pig mentioned something about setting off some bombs to destroy the club, and I would rather avoid mass civilian casulties. Bad for business."
"How did y-" The bar owner sputtered, before Tabu simply tapped the side of his head. "Namekian hearing. You should have done your homework better Ratoz. So." The Namekian snarled, loosening his grip ever so slightly. "What's it going to be?"
WC: 565
TWC: 4287
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jul 2, 2022 16:41:58 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jul 2, 2022 16:41:58 GMT -5
Tabu was more than successful in picking up Ratoz from the floor, the owner panicking and screaming like a frightened woman as he was dangled upside down, acting in a crazed frantic manner, wanting to be free from the gigantic Namekian having him hold in such a way that he could go face to face against the might of the Slug warrior. But what about his men, those heavily armoured soldiers that were armed to the teeth with weapons that were busy fighting with the monkey martial artist. Yes! Of course, they’d come down from the stage roof and save their boss from this monster… Or so he fought. Instead, Tabu and Ratoz were welcomed with the defeated soldiers collapsing to the floor around them one after another; dropping like flies in a way as the Saiyan slowly returned to the ground infront of the Namekian with a smile on his face, dusting his hands and shoulders off with a proud nod. “Phew! That was a good break, shame about those weapons they were carrying. They probably cost a lot of zeni. Poor guys. Ah well, a shame – but as for you…” Callion spoke, looking at the upside-down hanging Owner, kneeling down and poked him with his tail.
“Are you so busy wanting Zeni that you cannot see your own club falling around you?” Callion asked Ratoz, who glared and barred his alien fangs at the Saiyan, who’s facial features was that of someone completely unamused, threatening with the phone. “So, is this how you wish to lose what little honor that you have left within yourself hmm? Threatening the lives of the people here, us, as well as yourself? Perhaps you should look inward and ask yourself if this is the way you really want to die?” The Saiyan monk asked him, seeing the failure and the realisation appear in Ratoz’s eyes, the hand that was holding the phone was quivering at the idea of wanting to destroy the building along with himself inside just so he could make sure that no one could have the zeni. “So what! I Failed! Even if I decide to stop the bomb, what makes you think the cops will let me go on bail!? Hah! Fat chance in that!” The ignorance and denial were all but blatant on him, the reality of having lost it all just simply foreign to him until Callion continued;
“Failure is only the opportunity to begin again. If you want, knowing that you’ll spend time in prison and once you are free, you can use the second chance to do some good for the world. Instead of an Illegal fighting arena, perhaps you can open up a charity store. Or, perhaps a tea shop! I myself am rather fond of Jasmine tea.” Callion replied with his answer in showing that once this was all over, it was up to the Owner of the Illegal arena to decide what to do with his life and yet the Saiyan offered the owner a different way to make life better for not just other people but possibly for himself in the long run. The face and mood of the owner changed with those words, the humility settling in, at last, realising that there was no where to go or escape. In that moment, Ratoz lifted the phone up to his face and uttered the words; “Turn the bombs off. It’s over. We’ll hand ourselves in.” There it was; the moment of defeat and total surrender to the power of the Namekian and Saiyan combo, as he indeed took the homework lesson from Tabu and the words of Callion to heart.
With the fiasco of the bomb disposed off, it wouldn’t take long for the Police Department from East City to arrive en masse and escort the people, including the fighters out of the building and begun a mass arrest of the owner and the staff involved in setting up the illegal fighting ring. Apparently both Tabu and Callion were given a free pass due to the situation having been a long-standing issue for years and were just happy to hear that the fighters were sick and tired of the games being made, and they even gave the winning prize money to the Namekian from having heard that he was going through the long streak. Normally, this could’ve been seen as highly illegal due to it being absolute evidence of the crime scene… However, with the vast witnesses that the Police had, along with the history of Ratoz and his crime syndicate… Well, you can put two and two together to figure out that no one was going to miss the money.
“Well, that was fun. Shame it had to end like that, but hey. Just means we can use this opportunity to relax right new friend?”
Word Count: 806
Total Word Count: 5,638
Power Level: 59,289
Trainer: Master Roshi (5% PL Gain Per Week)
Solo Base: Earth
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped (75% PL gain)
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 14,822 |
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POWER LEVEL
354,508
Tech Points
28/75
Forms
Epic Majin [x34]
Zeni
23,106
Majin
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Jul 13, 2022 9:40:55 GMT -5
Post by Majin Liari on Jul 13, 2022 9:40:55 GMT -5
Callion PL Gains: 6,799
Zeni Gains: 3213
TP gains: 1
Tabu PL Gains: 2,785
Zeni Gains: 2,356
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