Jul 26, 2022 13:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Maycair on Jul 26, 2022 13:36:59 GMT -5
May hard worked her way to seeing the king, sadly that didn't mean she was any more accepted. If anything, she was now under more of a lense. Upon pushing past the gates to the palace eyes locked onto her. Even with earned favors outsiders, especially one that was a halfling wasn't exactly favorable. The glares of a saiyan seemed much sharper than of the earthlings. A burn, one that peered from their eyes into her skin, into who she was. Were they searching for the type of person she was, sensing her battle strength? Each lined like pawns on the board, but with a ferocity more intense than the cannon fodder game piece. They were looking down on her, in sense of who she was and how small she was.
Normally this would be the chance to speak up, to say something snarky some sort of defense. Now she couldn't do that, have that oppurtunity. She had to treat this situation, these people with strength and respect. As a stranger with the foot in the door it meant she was going to have to work twice as hard. It meant that every mistake, evey slip up would be a justification for their hatred, their disdain for the young lady. She wasn't one of them a, nothing but a pretender wishing to wear the badge of Saiyan pride. It wasn't exactly a peachy feeling to be so excluded from your own kind. Before on earth there were barely demons or saiyans in every city, made it easier to shrug off the hate.
That weight carried with her every step, up until the throne. Looking up the great King Bracchus. A face so stren, eyes sharper than fine folded steel. Gauging his power wasn't easy, she couldn't tell in all honesty as if he was hiding it. It didn't matter how high it was, he radiated strength. It was something that reminded her of everything she hated, of those who saw her as nothing more than trash. That was motivation, that was stoking the coals in her heart. For once in her life, she needed to have better temperament. This was a once in a life time oppurtunity, one she was nothing going to throw away.
"Speak, state why you're here before I send you to duty on the other side of the planet, you seem quite audacious for someone who only just got their foot in the door." King Bracchus would say. His head rested upon his head, almost exhausted with what could potentially be a waste of his time.
"I have come to this planet to find strength among my people. to feel the pride saiyans so often talk about. I saw no strength in my father only weakness. I have already surpassed him and I hope for nothing more than to show my mixed heritage does not take from the power in my blood. I have heard of your greatness, of the intelligence and ferocity you carry. My rage holds power I wish to tame, I had learned to harness the power of the Oozaru on my own, I came here with my own will and might. I stand before you humbly asking for your guidance."
The king looked her over for a moment, lifting his head, heavy with thought. He only needed a few moments, just to ponder the potential. "Your decorum means nothing, the words you speak hold no value, and what you share is of little meaning to me unless you actually have the strength to match up. You are lesser than your kind, or so say's the voice of the many. If you want to prove your worth, you must dedicate your mind, your body to the cause. This planet is not one of our own, but it is still our home so I demand respect. Show me your might."
Like always she was wearing her weights, so her power was significantly diminished. She was sure he would be able to notice, but in order to hit harder on her points Maycair would initiate her Demon Blight. The raging power fueled her with such strength as she would flex her power. Pushing her aura as far as she could in it's current limited capacity. With ferocity she looked at King Bracchus, not in defiance but with the wrath that hid behind.
"There is potential, I'd say it's time we get to work then." The King would say with a bit of a smirk, he was going to have fun pushing this young one.
After a few days they would get to work, the King wasn't much of a hand in actual fighting but his wisdom was much appreciated. First was to build up her strength even more, not just in output but control. The first skill she was going to learn was something dubbed as the "power ball". She was told it would allow her to tap into the might of her great ape form when she wanted, it sounded like such a technique couldn't exist. It was quite the challenge for her in all honesty, to work for something she had no idea of. To make the training more intense, more emotionally demanding, Bracchus insisted her training dummy looked like the father she disdained so much. Along with that, it was set to the hardest difficulty. Which for her, meant each day would end with a sore behind.
"You're not gonna learn anything just running away from that machine, all you gotta do is focus your energy while his coming at you. There are times in a fight where you may have a chance to gather power, but you need to assume that your enemy will never let up. Pressure is the one true constant, life is nothing without struggle. If you are as much as saiyan as you claim to be then you will rise to the occassion." The King taunted, or that's how his instructions felt to the young halfing,
It was easier said than done when the programmed dummy was learning from all of her moves as well. Each jab, kick and grab was met with intense force. She was getting stronger, but each way of improving involved limiting herself. She had to learn to break these limits. Each barrier was put there for a reason, it was another road to power. To break the limits, she needed to break herself. That was likely to come as TD dressed as her dad was really laying into her. Even now in her thoughts, she would be broke free as May was suplexed into the ground.
Bracchus had to be enjoying this. May would reverse the suplex, tripping the bot up so she could power up while they were trading blows. Her ki gathered, focusing in her body to gather energy for a stronger attack. TD tried to interrupt, bringing his leg back in order to knock the wind out of her. She needed to swifter than him, pushing her leg into the strike to intercept. "FU-" she would try to scream before being interrupted. "Focus, pain is just weakness leaving the body, the only thing in your mind right now should be victory over your opponent."
Yeah that was real helpful. He was right though, she needed to stop focusing so much on herself during the fight. The real way to victory was turning her attentions to everything else. To the people around her, the elements of the battle. That's why the robot was so intent on stopping her breathing. If she couldn't center herself that strength inside was just unfocused, improperly being directed. Maycair had already learning the importance of directing uncontrolled energy. She would kick TD away, with his speed she would only have a moment. That's all anyone really had in a fight, so it was time she learned more than about street brawling. This was the path to become a true fighter.
A deep breath followed, a drop striking a pool, the second in which a small change, a minute action would move mountains. The ki within May was just raging now, she was directing it, when it came to attacks she knew what to do, but when it came to herself she had no idea. That was her flaw, she was unguided, her goals were misguided, it was causing a confusion that had stunted her most of her life. What few realizations she had recently were the entire reason that Maycair had began to make any progress in the first place. Time slowed down for a moment, just a moment time would come to a halt it felt like. Then, BOOM! Maycairs power would flow through her, firing a Ki blast at the robot that was charging at her. The blast knocked it back, it wasn't enough so then a black hole bomber. That one did a bit more damage, if he wanted to go in then so would she. Maycair would burst forward, ready to begin the beatdown.
May would dodge the bot's punch, charging her Black star striker. The attack would connect, the image of her father being struck so hard he spit blood was satisfying. It was almost euphoric, but she couldn't stop there. Like hands on a clock, kicks would come clockwise as she spun around. Even though the memory was coming back to her, she didn't get to see her father's face, the joy of overcoming her abuser. She had only killed him in a raging state, she wasn't the one in control, it wasn't her kill even if it was the halfling. It sounded wrong to take joy, delight in such a way but it was cathartic. She wanted a fair revenge, it would never come but this was just as good for her. TD was sent flying into a rock, so the pursuit continued. May would fly towards the bot, punching the patriacrhial illusion, a smile creeping along her face. May was gaining the strength to protect herself, her will would become steel and her body iron. If she was going to tap into those legendary saiyan combat instincts then she would need to let it out, to feel pride.
The hybrid stood over the robot, punching it into the earth until it would have the will to fight back. It would grab a hold of her leg, slamming her into the earth repetitively. Between slams, May would blast her Ki at the machine, seeing the seething face of her father made the same rage grow in her heart. The more the battle raged on the harder it was to distinguish this false image from the real thing. It was terrifying how that hatred could infest, but it was also a great source of strength if you didn't allow it to consume everything. That was the only real struggle, to learn to separate the emotion from its' use. In a sick way, this was a way of training that sense of control as well.
"I think that's enough, I think it's about time we start to focus on your skills. You must be slow but you managed to pick up half decent Ki control. If you really want to show me what you're capable of in that regard I think it's about time you show me what skills you can do on your own. Teaching you such a valuable technique such as the power ball requires trust, I need to know you can think on your feet. I have no need for flailing beasts, if you know how to fight, how to think I want you to show me. You claimed you tamed the Oozaru but I won't give you the chance to show me even unless I can trust you."
It was a fair point, or so May thought while her and TD stared at the king. The bot would let her down, giving a chance to reset positions for the next fight. Maycair had some moves she had been working on, including a new and improved version of her black hole bomber. It was time for her to see as well, did she have a good combat sense?
week one power ball training
WC: 2,003
PL: 36,360 (PL from weights = 9,090 )
25% Pl Gains from Training dummy
10% gains from training mix 7/10
75% gains from super heavy weights
5% gains from master training
Normally this would be the chance to speak up, to say something snarky some sort of defense. Now she couldn't do that, have that oppurtunity. She had to treat this situation, these people with strength and respect. As a stranger with the foot in the door it meant she was going to have to work twice as hard. It meant that every mistake, evey slip up would be a justification for their hatred, their disdain for the young lady. She wasn't one of them a, nothing but a pretender wishing to wear the badge of Saiyan pride. It wasn't exactly a peachy feeling to be so excluded from your own kind. Before on earth there were barely demons or saiyans in every city, made it easier to shrug off the hate.
That weight carried with her every step, up until the throne. Looking up the great King Bracchus. A face so stren, eyes sharper than fine folded steel. Gauging his power wasn't easy, she couldn't tell in all honesty as if he was hiding it. It didn't matter how high it was, he radiated strength. It was something that reminded her of everything she hated, of those who saw her as nothing more than trash. That was motivation, that was stoking the coals in her heart. For once in her life, she needed to have better temperament. This was a once in a life time oppurtunity, one she was nothing going to throw away.
"Speak, state why you're here before I send you to duty on the other side of the planet, you seem quite audacious for someone who only just got their foot in the door." King Bracchus would say. His head rested upon his head, almost exhausted with what could potentially be a waste of his time.
"I have come to this planet to find strength among my people. to feel the pride saiyans so often talk about. I saw no strength in my father only weakness. I have already surpassed him and I hope for nothing more than to show my mixed heritage does not take from the power in my blood. I have heard of your greatness, of the intelligence and ferocity you carry. My rage holds power I wish to tame, I had learned to harness the power of the Oozaru on my own, I came here with my own will and might. I stand before you humbly asking for your guidance."
The king looked her over for a moment, lifting his head, heavy with thought. He only needed a few moments, just to ponder the potential. "Your decorum means nothing, the words you speak hold no value, and what you share is of little meaning to me unless you actually have the strength to match up. You are lesser than your kind, or so say's the voice of the many. If you want to prove your worth, you must dedicate your mind, your body to the cause. This planet is not one of our own, but it is still our home so I demand respect. Show me your might."
Like always she was wearing her weights, so her power was significantly diminished. She was sure he would be able to notice, but in order to hit harder on her points Maycair would initiate her Demon Blight. The raging power fueled her with such strength as she would flex her power. Pushing her aura as far as she could in it's current limited capacity. With ferocity she looked at King Bracchus, not in defiance but with the wrath that hid behind.
"There is potential, I'd say it's time we get to work then." The King would say with a bit of a smirk, he was going to have fun pushing this young one.
After a few days they would get to work, the King wasn't much of a hand in actual fighting but his wisdom was much appreciated. First was to build up her strength even more, not just in output but control. The first skill she was going to learn was something dubbed as the "power ball". She was told it would allow her to tap into the might of her great ape form when she wanted, it sounded like such a technique couldn't exist. It was quite the challenge for her in all honesty, to work for something she had no idea of. To make the training more intense, more emotionally demanding, Bracchus insisted her training dummy looked like the father she disdained so much. Along with that, it was set to the hardest difficulty. Which for her, meant each day would end with a sore behind.
"You're not gonna learn anything just running away from that machine, all you gotta do is focus your energy while his coming at you. There are times in a fight where you may have a chance to gather power, but you need to assume that your enemy will never let up. Pressure is the one true constant, life is nothing without struggle. If you are as much as saiyan as you claim to be then you will rise to the occassion." The King taunted, or that's how his instructions felt to the young halfing,
It was easier said than done when the programmed dummy was learning from all of her moves as well. Each jab, kick and grab was met with intense force. She was getting stronger, but each way of improving involved limiting herself. She had to learn to break these limits. Each barrier was put there for a reason, it was another road to power. To break the limits, she needed to break herself. That was likely to come as TD dressed as her dad was really laying into her. Even now in her thoughts, she would be broke free as May was suplexed into the ground.
Bracchus had to be enjoying this. May would reverse the suplex, tripping the bot up so she could power up while they were trading blows. Her ki gathered, focusing in her body to gather energy for a stronger attack. TD tried to interrupt, bringing his leg back in order to knock the wind out of her. She needed to swifter than him, pushing her leg into the strike to intercept. "FU-" she would try to scream before being interrupted. "Focus, pain is just weakness leaving the body, the only thing in your mind right now should be victory over your opponent."
Yeah that was real helpful. He was right though, she needed to stop focusing so much on herself during the fight. The real way to victory was turning her attentions to everything else. To the people around her, the elements of the battle. That's why the robot was so intent on stopping her breathing. If she couldn't center herself that strength inside was just unfocused, improperly being directed. Maycair had already learning the importance of directing uncontrolled energy. She would kick TD away, with his speed she would only have a moment. That's all anyone really had in a fight, so it was time she learned more than about street brawling. This was the path to become a true fighter.
A deep breath followed, a drop striking a pool, the second in which a small change, a minute action would move mountains. The ki within May was just raging now, she was directing it, when it came to attacks she knew what to do, but when it came to herself she had no idea. That was her flaw, she was unguided, her goals were misguided, it was causing a confusion that had stunted her most of her life. What few realizations she had recently were the entire reason that Maycair had began to make any progress in the first place. Time slowed down for a moment, just a moment time would come to a halt it felt like. Then, BOOM! Maycairs power would flow through her, firing a Ki blast at the robot that was charging at her. The blast knocked it back, it wasn't enough so then a black hole bomber. That one did a bit more damage, if he wanted to go in then so would she. Maycair would burst forward, ready to begin the beatdown.
May would dodge the bot's punch, charging her Black star striker. The attack would connect, the image of her father being struck so hard he spit blood was satisfying. It was almost euphoric, but she couldn't stop there. Like hands on a clock, kicks would come clockwise as she spun around. Even though the memory was coming back to her, she didn't get to see her father's face, the joy of overcoming her abuser. She had only killed him in a raging state, she wasn't the one in control, it wasn't her kill even if it was the halfling. It sounded wrong to take joy, delight in such a way but it was cathartic. She wanted a fair revenge, it would never come but this was just as good for her. TD was sent flying into a rock, so the pursuit continued. May would fly towards the bot, punching the patriacrhial illusion, a smile creeping along her face. May was gaining the strength to protect herself, her will would become steel and her body iron. If she was going to tap into those legendary saiyan combat instincts then she would need to let it out, to feel pride.
The hybrid stood over the robot, punching it into the earth until it would have the will to fight back. It would grab a hold of her leg, slamming her into the earth repetitively. Between slams, May would blast her Ki at the machine, seeing the seething face of her father made the same rage grow in her heart. The more the battle raged on the harder it was to distinguish this false image from the real thing. It was terrifying how that hatred could infest, but it was also a great source of strength if you didn't allow it to consume everything. That was the only real struggle, to learn to separate the emotion from its' use. In a sick way, this was a way of training that sense of control as well.
"I think that's enough, I think it's about time we start to focus on your skills. You must be slow but you managed to pick up half decent Ki control. If you really want to show me what you're capable of in that regard I think it's about time you show me what skills you can do on your own. Teaching you such a valuable technique such as the power ball requires trust, I need to know you can think on your feet. I have no need for flailing beasts, if you know how to fight, how to think I want you to show me. You claimed you tamed the Oozaru but I won't give you the chance to show me even unless I can trust you."
It was a fair point, or so May thought while her and TD stared at the king. The bot would let her down, giving a chance to reset positions for the next fight. Maycair had some moves she had been working on, including a new and improved version of her black hole bomber. It was time for her to see as well, did she have a good combat sense?
week one power ball training
WC: 2,003
PL: 36,360 (PL from weights = 9,090 )
25% Pl Gains from Training dummy
10% gains from training mix 7/10
75% gains from super heavy weights
5% gains from master training
