That was one crampy ride, traveling in a saiyan pod for a week took its' toll on the body. Sure the seat had some comfort, good life support but that meant nothing for the feeling. Maycair couldn't imagine how people chose to fly around these as a choice of travel, when a personalized ship was so much better. "That's something I need to consider buying before I leave..." She muttered to herself, she had initially arrived near the cities, her pod stored in a safe location. It was a waste of space, she'd be unable to return in the vessel but it was still better not to advertise her arrival. It was anyone's guess for how her fellow saiyans would treat her. Earthings weren't very kind, what could be said of the notoriously violent saiyan race?



It would be hard to find her way, but she had aims for the capital. Her father shared rumors of their home world, he was apparently "elite" but he must have been on the low end. Heritage only meant so much, power spoke for itself more than anything. Still, it wasn't good to be a show off so she wore her weighted gear. The strain it provided with the planets naturally stronger gravity would be enough to keep her line. It was better to stay low too, so she had been walking, though upon arriving to the city she'd likely need to sneak in flying over any walls she might see. The city itself seemed rather impressive, though you probably needed some strong structures when your people could turn into giant apes.



"So this is where the old man is from, people must have pushed him out, or that conqueror's mindset. This place doesn't seem too bad." She commented to herself, it was a bit of optimism but every now and then it was good to have that. The harsh reality of the world was already depressing enough, it was good to feel free of that sometime. Calling May's life a struggle would be a bit of an understatement. That was one of the main motivations to coming here, to understand her roots more so that she'd have the proper willpower to face the things to come. The closer the capital got the encompassing it felt, the heavier fear got with each step formed a stone in her stomach. Sand sat at the back of he throat, each step started to feel as if rocks were in her shoes. Her body pleading, begging to run away. That only made her fight harder, to wish to escape this feeling. The emotions that raged in her heart did not control her, she had the choice of response.



Still, it didn't meant that the path there was any less intimidating, it only became so much more when she actually reached the walls of the city. There didn't seem to be anyone posted, there wasn't anyone at the gates either. People did seem to be patrolling the skies. For once, it was smarter to use the front door. There may not have been a need for all this sneaking, but she wasn't trying to get killed so better safe than sorry. With her clothing covered, face covered as well May would walk under the great entrance. Awe washed over her, seeing so many saiyans, feeling their differing strength. It was surprising, how much of them were weaker than her, than the people she had met. Still, it was the potential of a saiyan that was more terrifying than anything. It would be foolish to underestimate any off the fighters around. They could have been hiding the skills, their power as well, one false step could lead to her head on a pike.



There were already crowds in the area, making for good cover. Being able to sneak through, pushing past much larger people, was the best skill to being so small. Sure it was easier to be smushed as well, you just needed to be more careful. Maycair had spent a large part of her time in cities pushing past lines and hordes when they weren't staring. There were all sorts of aliens in the world but she was afraid of the stares she'd get on this planet. She needed to establish herself to get a foothold in the city to show respectable strength. From all she knew of her people, showing power, saiyan pride, and alliance to the people was the best to earn trust. Easier said than done, first she needed a way to show off her skills.



"First some time to rest." May said to herself, sitting down in a lone alley for a moment. The walk had been decent, the flight felt like forever so she wanted to enjoy some nice food. Well as "nice" as dried fruits and meat could be. The jerky was seasoned rather well and the fruits were things she enjoyed. The quality was questionable compared to a fresh meal, but beggars couldn't be choosers. The first bite of jerky felt like a blessing, the dried fruits as well felt invigorating. Each bite drawing forth a desire for water, sucking the moisture in her mouth as it brought life to the flavors. Food was a comfort, no matter how, flavor was something anyone could enjoy. It was a good reprieve from the world, from the things that brought discomfort.



The short snack time didn't last long, it was just to gain her bearings. With something in her belly it was easier to try and think of a plan. Making her name known could be done a few ways, work seemed to be the most honesty route. Showing her strength, or worth as an asset could also be enough. She wasn't keen on the idea of being used, in the end that's what she was doing to them if they were as awful as the rumors made them out to be. Word of the USD had reached her from the PTO and Ika's information channels, so she understood the people weren't too happy about the planet's status. That wasn't enough, she couldn't out her connections either as she the weight of the interaction was something she didn't fully comprehend. It was always better to play ti safe.



While pondering ideas she would make her way on out to the streets again, a bar caught her eye, those were always good places to gather info. Would they be able to tell her age, or would it be too much of a struggle to get a drink. May made her way into the tavern, the drunken monkey, what a clever name. It wasn't too busy, just a few couple drunks, from the signs of the tables a rush had just been through. Tables were littered with mugs, some with a plate or two of bones picked clean, one was even missing the marrow. Whoever had just been in had clearly made themselves at home. "Bad time to come?" May would ask, walking up the bartender. He would respond "The only bad time is when customers don't have cash, if you can pay you can stay."



"Well I got good cash for spending, just a drink, a sandwich maybe if you have anything ready. I don't plan on sticking around for long, just a small reprieve before I head out for the day." May said sitting on one of the stools. "None of my business, I just care where the money goes. I assume anything goes on the food?" The bartender spoke up, pouring May up a large mug of some saiyan brew. "I don't care as long as it's good, I don't have any allergies or anything so I'm sure I'll be fine." She said, trying a swig of her drink. It was strong, strong enough to bring red to her cheeks. It would take a bit more for her to get drunk, it was still refreshing.



It was a bit low on activity to gather some information, that was until after the sandwich. It was a simple spread, some strange blue meat with a matching green sauce. Not exactly appetizing, but when in a new place it was best to eat as the locals do. The first bite was enjoyable, a mix of savory, herbaceous flavors washed over. A lingering aftertaste of something like berries and salted tickled the tongue. Some parts of it were, difficult to describe as the flavors were unique compared to anything she had tried before. It would've taken all of her attention, if not for the gentlemen who was grumbling way too loudly.



"Not capable enough for the guard they say, I'll show my strength, get them to speak up for me. This shouldn't even be happening..." the stranger grumbled to himself. It wasn't much to make of, it was better than nothing. Some information to go off of would give her better bearings for how things operated on Vegeta. He seemed like he was getting ready to leave soon, she'd have to beat him to that. Laying some cash down on the table she'd get her change, chugging her drink and downing the sandwich.



It wasn't a stakeout, or an ambush but rather just bad timing. May had planned to wait for him outside, to stop him before he had the chance to fly away. Instead, it would turn into an altercation. Upon the two meeting, May had promptly tripped into the man, knocking them both down on the ground. He wasn't very strong, still it wasn't good to be starting random street fights. A situation far from ideal was quickly unfolding, as Mr. Drunk would stand up, rage within his eyes. "Who-who t-the Hell you think you are! I'm an elite you punk, kiss my boots if you don't want a thrashing!"



Did he seriously just say that? It almost sounded fake, but he was vehemently sure, rage motivating his actions. Whatever was bothering him, he wished to take it out on her. She wasn't meaning to aggravate him, that was hard with buffoons. "No, I don't think I will, but I'd love to know why you're upset." May responded to the man, he was rather upset for sure. He would try to explain to her though, not without trying to throw a punch as well. "I'll have you k-know I'm gonna be a g-guard once I get a sponsor, so y-you better respect me!" He was ferocious, sadly that wasn't good enough to take out the hybrid.



"Good to know, maybe I can take your place." May said jauntily, skipping back to avoid the strike. Once again he continued the assault, another step and swing following from the man. Having enough of the situation May would jump up, bring her knee into the man's jaw knocking him out. The strike sent him flying back, it would also send a piece of piper out of his pocket. The strange document found its' way on May's feet. Not caring to check on the man she defended herself from, she would pick up the small sheet to see what it said. It wasn't exactly legal looking, but the details said it was for bareknuckle brawl tournament, the date seemed to be a week from the day.



The fight wasn't far away, enough time for her to get some extra training in, to adapt to the planet. That should've been a good enough of a breath in order to put up a worthy fight. It was a coin toss of what type of fighters might show up, how many bodies she would need to beat her way through. It was almost discouraging, but she needed connections, a better foothold in this land. Saiyans were well versed in the language of combat, so Maycair would need to speak to them in a way they understood. It was the only way to earn a modicum of respect. It didn't help she was an outsider or a halfing. There would certainly be struggles that came alongside that, but a good flex would go a long way.



To start things off May would go to a combat shop, she had plenty of money spend. The perfect purchase was there as well, a training dummy designed to mimic a fighter. With all the combat options it had she'd be a fool to not take advantage of this wonderful financial oppurtunity. Plus, you could only learn so much about fighting from punching rocks and lifting really heavy things. Even reflex training meant nothing if there was no experience, no memory for the muscle to call upon. The question was, how hard could this thing hit back?



May would find her answers rather quickly. After a small awkward exchange and the even more awkward attempt to carry it she found her way to a good spot on the outskirts of the city. She actually got a tent and some extra rations for a good deal as well, it was a good thing she had built up her funds a little before leaving earth. Even so she'd have to acquire a source of income soon or she wouldn't survive more than a couple weeks out here. "I doubt Vegeta has any welfare programs, especially for strange blue saiyans." May muttered to herself while staking the tent, and setting up a small bedroll inside. It was better to have shelter incase bad weather came. Now that her space was secured, she could set up the dummy.



Thank Kami for instruction manuals, because she was starting to feel like a dummy. There were some options to customize it, which were hard to figure out at first. After a couple of accidental punches from the machine, and few style changes, her opponent style was set up. She had set it to mimic a larger opponent, one that focused primarily on thrashing and grappling smaller targets. There wasn't much of delay either, once it had been set she only had five seconds to get away. Which was not enough time for her. In the matter of seconds the mechanized warrior had the halfling in a suplex, slamming her head into the earth. A crack and an off followed from May. She squeezed out in reply "well my fault for thinking a machine would take it easy."



With all of her might she broke free from it's grip, throwing the robot by the arm into the air, sending it high enough to give the two of them decent distance. He was rather apt though, as it would throw its weight down, soaring towards Maycair. "Oh crap!" she roared, running away as best as she could. Ki blast one after another would fire from her palms. The blasts rattled against it, knocking it back now and then but the attacks meant nothing for it. Well, pressure was always a good way to test one's capabilities. It was just more high aggro then she could have expected for something you were supposed to beat on. Maybe it was supposed to be trashing on her? Saiyans did have a weird sense of training, that's what she learned from her father's methods.



The pursuit would continue, but it would be risky to run to far. so until May gathered her bearings she ran around circles. It was almost humorous if it wasn't horrifying for. The Machine charged with such might, stronger than anything she had seen before in terms of a construct. It was more intimidating than then people of Vegeta. It was about time she stood her ground, there was power inside her, she just needed to tap in. With a sharp turn, a heel firmly planted in the ground she spun around to face the training dummy, a sharp kick striking its' steel chin.



"You know, I need something to call you, how about TD?" May asked, while spinning to deliver another kick to it's well crafted jaw. It was enough to shake TD, but enough to break his focus. TD would in fact only seem to be more aggressive as it grabbed May by the leg, attempting to swing her around. Frustrated at this development Maycair would blast a black hole bomber into him, breaking his grasp enough to slip free. "You know, I feel like we could be friends if you just came on less aggressive. That's considered impolite to some you know?" What was she doing, why was she talking to a non-sapient machine? If she wanted that couldn't she have just befriended an android. Still, it was good to have something to talk to, to vent emotions onto.



Each day would be a repeat almost for May. A poor meal of snack foods, or occasionally something she could hunt. It was still hard to tell what would taste good or even be edible so that was a gamble. Then after whatever her meal would be for the morning the halfling would start her first training session of the day. It always held mixed results depending on the fighting style. The general pattern that she would get a few good hits in then the robot would, back and forth until TD had studied her responses well enough to start putting he in the dirt. She was lucky that there was a command phrase that could be used to shut it off for a bit. Otherwise she would've received some broken limbs. It didn't help she was insistent on the fact of wearing weights whenever she was training. After a first thrashing she would go into town, get lunch, do some surveying. By the time those tasks were done, it would be time for dinner and nightly match with TD. It was strenuous, it was enough to test her, to push her towards a single objective. This was a way to tap into that so called warrior instinct, it helped that it also got her used to the gravity of the planet. Vegeta really was something else wasn't it, well so was May.



Then, the day for the tournament would arrive, it put pits in her stomach but fire in her blood. It was her first match, even if it was underground it was a big deal for her. She had her own relationship with fighting, what it meant to her was a way to speak, to voice who she really was. It wasn't just a way of harm, it was a way of expression, of honing the body for a purpose. It was beautiful to her. It was something that for once, she could have pride in. So it was scary, the thought of that pride being put down. To be shown she was weak, that she would never have control. A fear so numbing it webbed her speech, froze her body, or so it had for most of her life. It was a struggle this morning, like any of those other days. A heavy foot turned into a quick pace as she got up to head to the venue.



It was a long walk, which was good as the actual fights wouldn't start until the evening. May hit the town, slowly made her way there, picking up snacks along the way. It was always good to fuel up before a fight, or so she always thought. The snacks wouldn't last but half the trip, but it was enough to keep her energized. The actual locale was some sort of abandoned factory, for shoes? She couldn't quite make out the sign but the logo looked like a rather ugly boot. A smelly place for a fight but when you weren't exactly organized you needed whatever you could get your hands on. A few people lined up around back, now and then people slipping invitations to a group of shading saiyans watching the door. Looked like she found the right spot.



"Present your ticket, present your name to be put on the registry." The guard said to her, May slipped the ticket, hood still covering her face. After a quick look, she would be handed a digital clipboard, with a quick sign she would put her name. Well one of them, as much as she loathed it, if she was on Vegeta she needed to use her saiyan name. On the document she would write "Waater Malone". That was a true test of the things she'd have to put herself through. Before she would be allowed in, the guard stopped her one more time. "Before you can enter you need to remove the hood, just apart of the rules." After removing it the two watching gave a minor look of disgust. They would in contract say "Well whoever was able to get a ticket can get in, hope your fists are better than your looks. The only thing looked down on more than freaks are weak freaks and regular weaklings." That was real promising to hear, it would be a fun challenge. To make a name for herself, to hopefully be hated just a little less. It was a good thing they saw her tail, it was probably the only thing helping her at the moment.



Exposed she walked around with her tail in full sight as a type of social armor. Halflings weren't very well liked, but she was still a saiyan which was better than not being any saiyan at all. It didn't stop people from gawking, all of those around looking with some sort of judging eyes. They wouldn't say anything, most kept to themselves, if they did choose to say something they were talking to their friends. While they were busy having petty gossip, she was assessing everyone in the room. From the strength most were outputting there was a few strong people, some of them were potentially hiding it. There were definitely some that stood out, the strongest seemed to be about half of her level without her weights. They had good potential, she was sure there was at least one person stronger than her but she had her blight to help out with that.



While she was still pondering, a voice would perk up to gather the attention of everyone. A man on a platform, a rather round and short saiyan with rosy cheeks, floated down. When he properly arrived plenty of the people in the room stood at attention, showing respect for the strength of this man. May couldn't really tell, it was hard to pinpoint anyone's power with all the mixing levels. Still she didn't need to, right now was the time to listen. He had some things that he wished to explain. He began to speak up, starting off with a simple greeting. "Hello contestants, it's awful to see so many familiar faces of past losers but this might be your years. Still, I hope you feel welcome at my annual tournament." In response the people cheered "AYAY Cpt. Tom Ato!"



He was of some importance it seemed for sure, but he had alot more to say. "The rules apply as always, the first set of matches will be a series of knockouts, you need to survive 3 rounds in order to move onto the actual tournament. Please do not argue about number of match ups we've already done the math, we only made enough tickets for the bracket and all have been accounted for. So unless someone dies before the match you losers will all have your chance, now is there anything else anyone has to say before we start? No good, oh yes sorry the reward. The top four contestants will all receive a cash reward, with the champion of the four receiving a request that I will do my best to grant. I'm no wish granter but I'm sure you're alll aware of my influence. Now good? Good, lets get this show on the road I have some fine Rax Cake that I would like to get to as quick as possible.



The first few fights were rather easy, thankfully enough for May. On earth there was a game called poker, and often because of how it went there was a phrase about keeping your cards hidden. It was so that you could surprise people, sweep the win before they have the option to back out. She didn't want to give anyone the chance to back out. Sure it would lead to an easier victory but it also meant it would be less of an exercise for her. The more people she fought, the more blows she exchanged the more she learned. It gave a broader understanding of combat, of martial arts. It was an attempt to be as studious as possible in the art of war.



Her opponents weren't exactly weak in the earlier match, it was just that it didn't take much to knock them out of the ring. They for the most part all wanted to blitz at her right away. With most of them being much larger than her, it wouldn't be hard to duck under them, flipping them over. After a quick flip all she would need to do is blast them squard in theiir chests and they would go flying. Well that is for the first two, the third of her preliminary matches proved to somewhat more of a struggle. He was a grappler, a rather strong one. It would be good to get rid of him before they got to the actual matches, he probably though the same way as he came at her like lightning, but he wasn't a fool to be tossed. He got a hold of May pinning her to the ground. It was a desperate fight to free herself, she kicked and kicked until a hand was free. With a single limb pressed on his chest she would blast Ki into him until he passed out. Once the man was unconscious she tossed him out of the ring.



After a brief interlude the rest of the 8 fighters for the last set of matches. "Well well, glad you 8 made it far, matches in each bracket will go on at the same time, we don't want this to last till day time after all. It seems we may have some drama potentially. On each side of the bracket we have two members from the Malone Clan! A family rivalry perhaps, those one of them is lil miss blue here. Now keep in mind, mutants are allowed to fight as well just don't feed them!"



May would care about the joke, that is if she didn't hear about a potential family member. The other Malone was a large man with long black hair, an untamed mane. He had a strong but smooth face contrasting his rather stocky build. Her father never talked about family, but he appeared too young to be a brother to him. Then again, saiyans always looked young for the most part, this could've been her grandfather for all she knew. He was giving her a rather strong stare, hopefully they weren't the finally.



The first of her three matches was against a weaker man who seemed to get a little lucky. He did have speed and range going for him though. He taunted, running circles around Maycair. "Can't keep up, if ya can't take the heat then just step on out." It was annoying how he kept blasting beams at her. His attacks poked at her, nipping at her flesh. Still, he could only do so much when she crafted a blight shadow Infront of him to blast him with a Black whole bomber. Once he was down she would waltz right on over to him, delivering her hands firmly into his face before throwing him out of the ring. "There, just to ensure you won't be giving me any more sass!"



That could've been a bit rude, but her second match was against somewhat of a brute. A sevenf foot tall female saiyan, she was significantly stronger than May with her weights. It wasn't enough once she would activate her Demon Blight. She didn't really want to be playing this card before the final match, but from what she could see her kin was on his way to the champion bout. Motivation came from within, it was another way of shoving it back at her dad. He said she wasn't never good enough, we'll she overcame him and would overcome their family. Still, the bout took some out of her, it turned to a rather brutal slug fest. The female saiyan didn't show any signs of letting up. Despite her size she was quick enough to ensure Maycair never got more than arm's length away. The only way to beat her was to used her increased for to punch the giantess in her windpipe several times. Exhausting her May would throw her out of the ring, out of the warehouse infact.



"Make sure not to do that again, we don't want unneeded attention. The may know what's going on but bribes can only go so far." The host Mr. Ato would say to her. It was a good reminder, and good to know that apparently the other guards were aware. It must have been one of those hush hush agreements.



"Alright everyone, I hope you're ready for the final match, our two opponents are the upstart freak Waater Malone, and one-time ex-champ Snap Malone! Blood vs. blood, battle-scared veteran vs. baby blue underdog! I want a good, strong fight, knockouts only." Tom Ato would say, giving the crowd the signal to give off a mighty roar.



Before the fight would start, they had a small exchange. Snap would start off. "So, are you actually of the Malone clan, or are you just a pretender trying to use our good name for status. Last I checked no one in our family had blue skin." He was a bit snappy, but she could understand the sentiment. "My father was Hunni Due, I was born away from here as I'm a halfing, I came to find my place as a saiyan."



Snap would say "Well, that would be my uncle, I was but a boy when he left, are ages aren't far apart but I'll show you how different we are in skill. If you're strong enough, you can meet the family, if not I'll be sending you to your gods!" It must have been hereditary for the Malone's to only accept the life of something that was strong. He was a strict tester too, as he started the fight with a massive ki blast at Maycair.



In order to defend herself she would meet the blast with her own, they struggled against one another, his green ki against her magenta. Her ki was fueled by blight, by the power of a demon. It would take a bit more than a couple of punches to take him out. He was quick to used the dust from their attacks to fly towards her. In a second his massive hand would strike Maycair into the ground, she bounced before he would stomp on her chest. It was quite the blow, it hurt pretty badly, blood shot out in her spit.

"That all ya got" she'd said way too cocky for her position.



He held a large Ki blast in his hand, but May would create a black hole bomber of her own. This attack, would be infused with the power of Makyo increasing its' overall power output. The blast grew enough to consume her cousin, so she would let it rip launching him into the sky. Still, it wasn't enough, he was recovering quickly. Chasing him down as quickly as she could May shot up, blow after into burly his chest. A rattling roar kept on as she wouldn't stop the blows. His chance to retaliate came as he smacked her down once more, blood painted Snap.



Maycair was imbedded into the ring, but with all her might she would use what was left of her Ki to make 2 blight clones, with herself and them creating Bombers to barrage him with. it was a last ditch attack of what might she had left, the blasts crushing into snap. There was a smoke, it cleared slowly silence resting on the crowd in anticipation. They would be shown the sight of Snap, eyes closed and his face in the dirt.



"WELL WELL LOOKS LIKE THE STRANGE ONE WINS! WHAT A SUPRISE! I was expecting her to look more like soup by the fights' end. But, as long as she's still breathing then I can grant her request." Tom Ato flew down to May, while she was looking worse for wares she had still one. He would ask "So kid, what would ya like to ask of me?"



May had very little will, very little voice left. She had shown her might, her worth. If Mr. Ato had as much influence as it seemed she'd ask him but one thing. "Can you get me in as a guard, I'd like to fight alongside the finest of Vegeta, to serve the king. I'm sure he'd appreciate my strength."



With a smirk, Tom Ato would say "I'll see what I can do."

WC: 5,538
PL: 29,034 (With weights = 7,258)
Training Mix: 8/10 Left one consumed +10% gains
Extra Heavy Weighted clothing so 75%- pl 75% Gains
Training dummy 25% training gains


CAPITAL TOURNAMENT *Hard*

While inside of what's known as the 'The Saiyan Capital' you have just left a bar when a drunkard bumps into you and calls you out, saying that you pushed him first. You handle your business however you see fit but somehow you come across an invitation he accidentally leaves behind inviting him to a small underground tournament. No names or photos are on this invitation, might as well see what there is to gain by going, right? Describe finding it, entering it, and how you fare.



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Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:

+ 30% PL gains + 20% ƶ gains





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Chance to get free Medium Training Weights (15 or above/D20)

Required: At least 2,100 words