"Only A Failure Abandons His Principles And Pride."
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Feb 5, 2023 16:46:58 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 5, 2023 16:46:58 GMT -5
It had been a long journey in space, he had been traveling far and wide for roughly for months or so and it had led him to many different results to his desires and his quest. His ship was currently descending back down to Earth to land back down by his favorite spot and he had found himself in his gravity chamber with it cranked up all the way to it's maximum. Though he was doing a very light training session in the gravity, his mind had been wandering far and wide. After all, he had plenty to reflect on. It was a very busy few months and those few months had provided him with more content than the rest of his life. Though his life was very busy, few significant things had happened up until recently. Of course there had been the whole things with Orange City, the loss of his crew and kids and confessing his feelings for Zerori, but that had all been history now and for the most part, it was rectified.
Athren's travels had brought him to a Planet called Cereal. The planet itself wasn't very populated but the species had been recovering slowly from events that had happened long ago. According to legends from the locals, the planet was once conquered and the race brought to near extinction, though through time they had began to repopulate. What had brought Athren there had been a voice, a calling, almost as if he was being summoned from somebody familiar. Though he was hesitant to leave the Earth and follow the voice, he felt as if he had no choice in the matter since Zerori had gone missing. He couldn't help but think that maybe this voice had something to do with what had happened to her, but that wasn't the case at all. In fact, he'd find something much more sinister awaiting him on the surface of Cereal. Something he couldn't have ever been prepared for, something he couldn't have ever expected.
When he had arrived on Cereal he was met by a group of demons, one being his father. They had managed to find one of the Dragon Balls and had been attempting to wish for a portal to be opened up between the planet and the demon realm, it was the first planet in a long list that they had planned to conquer. The voice that had lured him there was his fathers and while there, Athren had learned plenty. He wasn't brought into this world by accident but bred to be the perfect fighter to do his fathers bidding. The perfect mixture of saiyan and demon genes, allowing him to ascend farther than any warrior previously had and a warrior that could be easily manipulated through demonic magic that the father had possessed.
What Athren's father didn't account for was the Yardrat training and that had allowed for Athren to be resistant to it all, to fight off all powers of mind control and to keep true to himself. After the hardest battle of his life, Athren had managed to wipe out all of the demons and take down his father, though it came at a cost. The price was that of his own life as he had sustained fatal injures. The final attack was with his demon claws, cutting his father in half but his father had faced him with an equal technique, a technique that tore deep into Athren's flesh. His last moments of victory, were spent getting weaker, his vision fading before collapsing onto the ground. His breathing strained as he tried to fight through, though there was no use as the black had taken his vision.
This moment may have been meant to be his last, but that wasn't the case at all. A namekian elder from a small group had been watching the battle from afar, and brought life back into the dying saiyan. The Namekian healed all of Athren's wounds and brought him back to full health and even mentioned a reward. The namekian had carried the other Dragon Ball and gave Athren the option for a wish, so long as it was pure in nature and Athren couldn't refuse. This was a moment he had wanted for such a long time, though he thought that Namek was going to be the place that it had taken place. His wish was simple, he wanted to bring his children back to life but it had come at a cost. Given the time frame that they had died and the distance between planets, the Dragon had brought one cost to him. All that knew of Athren would forget about him, his children, friends, Zerori. He would become nothing, he wouldn't even be a memory. Simply just a forgotten soul and Athren couldn't help but accept immediately.
With the simple nod of his head, the Namekian had made his wish. Athren's children were restored to the world of the living and Athren was forgotten about. His wrong doings, his good, all of it, wiped from everywhere but his own memories. It had brought his journey to an end, his little Cerealian adventure had concluded and he made his way back home. This had brought him to the here and now, his ship soon to touch down near Mount Paozu. Though now that he was returning to Earth, he really didn't know what he was going to do. He no longer had anybody here that would care about him, he didn't have Zerori, he didn't have Ayu. Hell, even Quash or Liari wouldn't remember who he was. His purpose wasn't clear anymore, and he didn't know which direction to take any of it. Though, even though he had no purpose there was one thing he could still do. He could still train and become stronger and figure it out from there. Aside from training though, he really only had one concern on his mind. He didn't wish the crew back, he didn't even think of it in the moment, so his kids were without guidance, they had been all alone. He knew he wouldn't get close to them like that, but he'd watch over them until they found somebody to take care of them. For now, he'd look after Earth until they were sorted out and safe. He assumed they'd want to go off planet, but he'd just have to be patient.
For now though, he was going to focus on his training. Even though he was in the maximum level of gravity his gravitron could pump out, he really didn't feel much of it anymore. His body had adapted to it on all levels. He remembered a time where it would literally be trying to force him to the floor with everything it had but now, he could barely even feel it. He had known that this gravity chamber and it's benefits were running their course and it was only a matter of time until it had absolutely no effect on his gains and with thinking that, he felt as if he should just give this machine just a few final pushes and reap all the rewards he could before it was too late. After all, if he was going to be on Earth it was only a matter of time until he ran into that cowardly Majin all over again, and he knew he didn't want history to repeat itself. He wanted to wipe the floor with her, beat her down and truly show her who was the strongest on the planet.
Whether or not he could would yet to be seen, but he was going to have to try his best. For now though, Athren stayed focused and got to it. Under the weight of the gravity chamber Athren would find himself shifting around the room rapidly, throwing strong and powerful strikes at a imaginative target. He monitored his breathing and made sure that every single strike was flawless, perfect and strong. He didn't want to be pulling his punches, he wanted to make every single one of them count. He was going to train like his life depended on it, because in turn, his life very well may be depending on how hard he were to train. The only one he thought that could kill him was on Earth, and now that nobody had known who he was, he highly doubted anybody would be on his side to back him up. Even if they were, the roster of the fighters on Earth who had shown up to fight Liari the last time were rather lackluster. They would be walked through rather effortlessly, so they wouldn't be much help anyway.
Athren had been well aware, he was on his own. Not only in the fight that he felt would find him sooner rather than later, but in all aspects of life. It may have been a very heavy price, but it was one that he was willing to pay. He didn't care about anything else the way he cared about his kids, his little girl was his whole world and his little boy? Well he had earned Athren's respect. The way he went out, he died like a true warrior. In a single moment, he had went from a little boy to a saiyan warrior. Athren would do anything for them, and if this was the cost to bring them back, he would pay it tenfold. He knew that now, they could live again, they could have a happy life, a long one and without the risks that he would impose on them. There was no more risk of his own actions bringing death and destruction to their lives and the fate of the two children, was ultimately in their own hands. Though he couldn't help but struggle to shake a small sense of fear for them as they were only children, he had faith that they'd find a way. With Celric being a fighter and Cress being the brains, they'd manage to get through this together and find a way to thrive. In the meantime, any threat that would target them here on Earth would be faced by him. He'd be his shield, their guardian, their protector, even if they didn't have any idea of who he was.
His training continued, he kept his attacking pressure high and kept the attacks coming out rapidly and even if he would land, he wouldn't stop yet. He was motivated, and somewhere through all his feelings he was rather happy, even at the great expense. It was all worth it to him, this would all be worth it to him. He knew he would have to keep training hard and long and push himself to new heights. The fight on Cereal had brought a new found sense of danger and just how far he was lacking. He thought his Super Saiyan transformation was a legendary power up, one that couldn't be rivaled by one individual fighter but he was wrong, his father had managed to break him down, to bring him to his knees until his organs and the blood loss brought him to collapse, and he couldn't have that happen again. He needed to thrive, he needed to survive, he needed to be there to protect the Earth and his children against anything that could come his way, and he was now aware that there would ALWAYS be a much stronger warrior in the universe, one above him and he needed to be ready to face that challenge, to fight so his kids could survive. He wouldn't lose them like that again, he wouldn't allow them to sent back to the Otherworld, not like the first time.
He knew he'd need to find a way to push past the limits of a Super Saiyan and create something new, or simply harness it to a new found level. Though it wasn't something he could confirm, something inside of him told him that it was possible, he just had to push hard, and if he learned anything through becoming a super saiyan, it was that he could achieve anything. He just needed to keep trying, to keep fighting, to keep pushing himself to protect his kids. They would be his motivation, his hopes, his everything.
So long as that drive remained, he felt as if it were the best way to achieve new levels. So long as he never stopped trying and never gave into his negative emotions, his sadness that lingered, he'd be fine. He'd do alright.
The training session continued, his breathing controlled as the attacks still continued to flow outwards onto his imaginary opponent. Each strike getting sharper and harder as he focused in on the goals, his kids more elegant and amplified by speed and desire, his punches swift and more elevated by his devotion. His need to get stronger fueled him, his preparations for the threats to come carried him, his hope to protect his children kept him whole while the rest of his world fell apart. He continued to spar with this imaginary opponent for quite some time, he refused to give in or give up, it wasn't an option at the moment and it helped with hiding the remaining pain on the inside.
Even though Athren was a Demon-Saiyan Hybrid who had grown up in the traditional saiyan ways, he was different. His children had mattered to him, they had meant the world to him and he had always wanted them to succeed. Even though they were now back to the land of the living and practically within an arms reach, he was going to miss being their father, he was going to miss the spars with Celric and the adventures with Cress, he was going to miss them bickering with each other, he was just going to miss them fully, but he knew that this was the right course of action. This was the best thing for them, to keep them safe. He was a danger to everybody around him at one point, and he knew that it was likely to happen again. It was only a matter of time until somebody else strong came running for him and whether that be the Majin or somebody else, he needed them to be out of the picture, somewhere safe and away from him. He just couldn't help but hope that they'd find somebody good, somebody decent to look after them, find somewhere safe to call home. He knew they'd have time to do so, they'd have the strength to carry on without him, but his worry was strong, and it always would be. He hoped though that soon, he'd wish back the rest of the crew and Ukare would take them somewhere even safer, somewhere that he wouldn't need to worry about them, somewhere he knew they'd be fine without his protection. That wasn't Earth, and he was aware but that was totally okay.
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Gravity; Activated at 175x.
Athren's Reboot story:
Went to Planet Cereal, Killed his father and stopped a demon portal from opening.
Wishes for his kids to be revived at the cost of everybody in the universe forgetting him.
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"Only A Failure Abandons His Principles And Pride."
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Feb 5, 2023 18:18:24 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 5, 2023 18:18:24 GMT -5
Though now that he had time to think about all of his worries, he thought it best to put it all behind him for the time being. He was lucky that way, occasionally he could just turn off his emotions and thoughts like a light switch. It was rather simple when he had an objective or a task before him to complete. Though his task wasn't overly complicated or difficult, it was more than enough to keep him distracted for the time being. He was going to shift his little training routine from a glorified shadow boxing session to something a little bit more traditional. He was going to change it up from that to a simple workout session. After all, he had all the equipment to do so. He spared no expense in the state of the art training room, after all it was super important to him. It was a vast majority of his life, always training to be the strongest, to be the absolute best warrior that he could be. If he had the best technology and setup to help get him there, of course he was going to spend his hard earned Zeni!
With the weight of the gravity still pushing down against him, Athren would wander over to his weights and begin doing curls with them. Of course he'd pick the heaviest weights he had, simply because he was strong enough that even those didn't seem heavy, but it was a nice way to keep the blood flowing and he knew that. Also, movement created momentum, so the more he moved the more he'd do, and the more he'd be willing to do and he was going to stick with that. His weights would be continued to be lifted and lowered under a very controlled speed. Though he was doing it rather quickly, he wasn't going to allow it to be sloppy. His movements were steady as the number of reps increased by the second, right arm, left arm, right arm, left arm. He didn't stop, he didn't slow his pace. As he worked out, his breathing remained smooth and steady, completely controlled. He wasn't doing anything overly exerting, so monitoring his own breathing was a rather easy task, but he was in fact enjoying the moment. There was something about working up even the smallest of sweats that brought a satisfaction to him.
Sweat would start to run down his forehead and drip down below as he kept up, the weight of the gravity remaining and starting to accelerate the fatigue and soreness of his muscles but it wasn't anything to worry about yet.He had a very long way to go before there was any chance of failing at a rep. It wasn't before long that Athren was in the thousands with his rep count and he was still going strong and steady, though he was getting a little bit on the bored side. He knew he'd have to do a solid circuit to keep himself from getting bored of the basics, though it was nice to do every now and then. It wasn't before long that Athren would set his weights back down where he found them and move to one of his chin up bars, though he wasn't going to do anything traditional. With a quick leap and flip, he looped his legs around the bar and hung his torso down. While he hung there he removed his black tee and threw it off to the side. It was then he began doing upside down sit ups, allowing for his abdomen to get the most of this workout.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! The number of reps began to build as he forced his torso up against the gravity. The sweat dripping from his skin and down onto the floor. The gravity effecting him just a bit more now in his awkward positioning, but it was almost a refreshing pressure against his body, one that didn't quite have the power do to anything else.
His reps were rapid, the numbers continuing to build. It was strange, the last few months he really didn't focus on training the way he used to, his time was very much consumed by trying to get answers on Zerori's location and even that had led him down another path. He never would've thought in a million years that he'd stumble across a planet in need, one attacked by his own father and surely, he never would've dreamed of his own origin story being the one it was.
So he was bred specifically to become the perfect warrior to open up the demon realm on planets, huh? He couldn't help but think of how that plan had backfired on his father as the bred warrior was the one to put him into the ground. Plus, he couldn't even believe that he had managed to come across some Dragon Balls and get his kids back. Sure, he still had some more wishes to make but he could make those in times, the most important aspect of it all was back. He was well aware that his crew needed to be brought back, along with Orange city and the innocents but that would take a little longer. After all, Namekian's had more Dragon Balls that were easily reachable but that planet needed to be liberated first and that was all on his to-do list, but until he could get there, it would have to wait.
As his thoughts wandered around about his most recent adventures and victories, his body naturally continued with the motion of the upside down sit ups. The number of repetitions increasing more and more. If he was bred specifically to be one of the mightiest warriors, at least that explained some of his unique abilities and power ups, though it was rather strange to him that he was destined to be a Demon Overlord. He couldn't help but stop on the thought that it was his kids that had brought that to an end, it was his kids that had changed his destiny and gave him another purpose in life, if it weren't for them he would've found himself under his fathers mind control abilities, instead of going on the Yardrat adventure and learning the perfect technique to counter it all.
It was strange the way the universe worked, but now that mostly everything was heading in the right direction he felt as if everything was going to be alright, even if he wasn't going to be able to come to a conclusion on Zerori. He was starting to realize that he couldn't be there for everybody, and he couldn't be the answer or have the answer to everything. Sometimes, he'd just have to roll with the punches and go with the flow, let time bring him the answers if that was the way it was supposed to be. He'd also just need to be patient and learn when those answers weren't going to come. Even if he was the strongest fighter in the universe, this fact wouldn't change and now that Zerori wouldn't even remember who he was, her fate was her own and there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Even if he did manage to find her, manage to help her if she even needed it, she'd probably just be snappy with him anyway, hostile, but who knew, right?
This was a fresh start, whether he wanted it to be this way or not. There was going to be things he missed, people, interactions, but it was all worth coming to an end. His legacy was his children now and they were back, and even if they didn't know their origins, they'd carry on his legacy in their own way, their success and future feats were going to be a part of his history, even when he was long gone. As he continued to think about this, the repetitions kept coming, one by one, his numbers increased up until he was into the thousands. His sweat continued to pour off him as he felt this muscles start to burn, it was a good kind of burn and it was nice to have this type of training. It was a blessing that he could actually enjoy this, even if some things about his life had fallen apart, but he was at peace now, with himself and that was such a good thing. The stress of getting his children back wasn't lingering, the worry about failure or defeat wasn't there. Though he wouldn't stop until his crew and the city were restored, he wasn't rushing those. It was also the fact that his crew knew the risks when they chose to sign up, the kids for that matter, didn't sign up at all. They were forced into that ship with that crew, following their fathers plans. They didn't have a say, but they paid the price. The crew? They picked their bed, and slept in it too.
After reaching over one thousand sit ups like that, it was time to move onto something else. He swung himself slightly before releasing the bar and flipped back onto his feet. He really wasn't sure what he was going to move onto next, but he was thriving at the moment. He was motivated to keep going, and there more he did the more he wanted to do. The funny thing was, his ship had touched down a little while ago and he could sense his children, but he was nervous of getting close. He knew he'd go check on them from time to time and simply observe from a distance, but he wasn't ready for that yet. The point was they were back, and currently safe and that is exactly what mattered to him the most.
For now, he'd simply keep sticking to his training though before he picked his next task, he walked over to the water fountain and chugged down a lot of water. For the amount of sweat he dripped, he needed to hydrate. After his very quick break, Athren would drop down to the floor quickly, and begin doing push ups. The weight of the gravity now fully being pressed down onto his back, sweat continued to drip to the floor as he began lowering himself and pushing himself back up into a firm, strong position. His numbers rose fast as he continued to be extremely motivated to keep up his training. Again and again, the demon saiyan lowered himself and pushed himself back up. This would carry on up until he was up in the thousands again and it didn't even take too long.
Athren would then swap up and go around and use all his equipment, getting the most out of all of it. He wasn't going to let one thing go untouched. He could feel the burning in all of his muscles but it only pushed him to want to do more, he had built up enough motivation an energy to keep him going for what he thought to be days, and at this point strength wasn't even on his mind. He simply just wanted to use this positive motivation to do something, to work his muscles! He was loving it, and he finally had every thought in his mind wiped clean for now, with the only focus being his own enjoyment, the relaxation he found in all of his actions!
His training wouldn't stop, he'd find himself swapping between workout routines for the next few hours, a mix of the basics mixed in with some more shadowboxing. The only thing he was really slacking on was using or working on techniques, but he was going to have more than enough time for that in the future, he didn't even know what kind of technique he wanted next, or which ones to work on. They weren't even a thought in his mind. He'd evolve them at a later date, as he knew it'd take some time to develop something that would suit him best, though at least now he understood his most likely opponent, the one that would give him the most struggle. So he had some knowledge.
More minutes had turned into more hours, and the training didn't stop. Though as his body burned from the workout that the breaks became more frequent with bigger rest periods. It was more so to keep fluids in his body, but he would quickly return back to his workouts. Though he was nearing the end, or so he thought. Every single item in his gravity chamber had been used to it's fullest and his aching muscles had been proof of that. It had seemed like a very likely spot to call it quits here, he simply didn't want too. He wasn't tired and he was still full of motivation and energy, though what was he going to do next?
It was in that moment that his ocean blue eyes rested upon little training robots, they were orbs simply created to fire Ki blasts at the target and simulate an attack, providing the user of them to work on defense. They weren't the most state of the art, but they would provide him with something different, not only that but they would be a little more engaging than everything else he had been doing up until now. Before he would get started on that though, Athren would give himself a little moment to stretch out his body, try and let the burning sensation calm down for all but a moment before getting back into it. He stretched out his arms slowly, one by one, followed by his legs and even his neck. He'd focus on stretching all muscle groups out to give himself the best chance of success. After all, he was only in his base form. He wasn't going to be trying to be as fast as he possibly could, otherwise this wouldn't provide him with any kind of a challenge.
With a crack of his knuckles, Athren walked out onto the most open space in the gravity chamber. He was physically ready and mentally prepared to take on this next little training session. His goal was simple, he didn't want to be hit once by this outdated technology, nor did he want to damage his ship. He needed to keep both of those things in mind here. He couldn't deflect attacks, otherwise he'd risk damaging the hull. "Alright, Activate the defense simulation." It was in an instant that the ten robots floated out from their storage spot and got into their position around Athren, they were preparing to force the saiyan to act. Prepared and ready, Athren awaited them to make their move and took his fighting stance. Even if he wasn't going to be pressing any sort of attack, he wanted to be prepared. He couldn't get hit, he wouldn't allow himself to be.
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Total Word Count: 5,000
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"Only A Failure Abandons His Principles And Pride."
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Feb 5, 2023 19:20:39 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 5, 2023 19:20:39 GMT -5
It was a few short seconds after initially reaching their designated spots, they'd begin moving in random patterns to surround Athren and begin firing random blasts of energy at him. They weren't just trying to barrage him but they'd ensure that there was more than enough to keep him moving at all times. Athren of course, was completely prepared for all of them. He immediately started to move his body around to avoid being blasted by the machines. He movements were swift and elegant as he moved around the room, flipping, hovering, side stepping and just outright dodging as all the blasts had come his way. He had found himself airborne at this time, floating around as some of the blasts narrowly avoided contact with his skin.
The blasts would flow into another one of the robots and quickly be redirected. Athren felt his heart racing at this point in time, he was rather excited to be doing this. It kept him hyper-focused on the goal and kept him completely invested in the training session he was in, it wasn't giving him even a few seconds for his mind to wander off about anything happening outside of the ship. It was the perfect distraction for him. He wasn't even capable of thinking about the trip to space, the wish or any of what he had learned out there.
He was fully immersed in the moment before him, even if it were lackluster, basic, and simple. The sweat continued to pour from his body, down onto the floor below. His movements continued around as the blasts kept going back and forth, redirecting onto him again and again. Even in his base form, this had proved to be little to no challenge.
Athren would keep this up for some time, and somewhere in the midst of it all he got in a trance of sorts. It was almost like he was reliving all of his childhood trainings, he could see himself as a growing boy, dodging some of the attacks coming towards him, the highlight reel of his life almost, as he dodged the incoming attacks, moments continued to replay in his head, moments of his victories, all the moments of his life that had led him to be as strong and capable as he was. Though he had a very rough life, he wouldn't have traded it for anything, especially now. All of the challenges, hardships, everything had shaped him to be who he is today, and he was doing rather alright. Not only was he the first super saiyan in a long time, he had managed to reverse his greatest defeat and completely reshape his destiny, and the moments that made it all happen were right there with him, as he continued to dodge all of the blasts.
It was strange how the moments that don't seem important come back in full force when they matter, the smallest of victories that don't really seem to have accomplished much shine brightly as they shape the future of the warrior, of the person who accomplished them. Every single step up the hill, shape the person who reaches the top. He never really looked at it that way before, Athren was always the type to observe his greatest victories, but never the small ones. Even with the events of Earth, everything that happened there, shaped him to who he was now. He was free of his father and nearly free of guilt, he was shaping his own destiny now, even if he didn't know the path. In this case, the path was just another hill and he was at the bottom. One step would start the climb and it was going to be a good one, he had a feeling. How could he not? Things were going in the right direction, he was in a good place and had the power to do something good for everybody. Whether or not his primary purpose was specifically to keep his kids safe, others would benefit from it and that was a good thing.
His brain would now bring him to Yardrat and his lessons with his former master, not only did the lessons save Athren's life, but they allowed Athren to resist mind control and defeat another massive threat. He saved Cereal, he saved the people from slaughter and he wouldn't have ever did that without Pybara and the special techniques that were taught to him. As he continued to dodge, he was still back in those moments of the past, though there was one thing specifically brought towards the front of his mind. It was Pybara's request for Athren to use these powers for good, to always do the right thing and Athren felt he had a responsibility to try, to try and be better, to try and be a hope for the hopeless. Of course, he didn't know whether or not he could be but if he was going to protect the planet for his kids, maybe it would come naturally.
Whether or not it did, he wouldn't be able to tell until the moment came. The moment would come with a lot of pressure on his shoulders, maybe even the weight of the entire world. With people like Liari free and roaming the planet, it very well might have come to that. Who knew what their next step was going to be, maybe they'd wipe the planet out completely. Athren would need to be the hope, because he knew nobody else had the power to go up against her. It might've been him against her, potentially the strongest threat this planet had ever seen and he needed to do his best, to keep his word, to protect his kids. Even though his kids were back, he knew the work wouldn't stop there. Protecting them while still trying to liberate Namek, it was all in the picture. How was he going to juggle it all? He had absolutely no idea, but he knew he'd have to manage somehow. There was too much on the line for him not too.
With another flip and another swift dodge, more blasts continued to narrowly miss the saiyan warrior and his skin. He snapped back to reality just in time to avoid contact. That would've sucked, surely it wouldn't have hurt but he would have failed in his goal to avoid getting hit. He focused in on the patterns again, the gravity now starting to weigh him down as the hours of training started to affect him. His muscles burned and flared greater than they ever did before, his heart continued to race as the adrenaline kept him moving, and the more he moved, the harder it started to get. He was pushing himself in his base form, trying his best to keep the pace but the robots didn't stop, the blasts just kept coming.
Though it wasn't before long, that he dodged a blast and it brought him back to a different moment. It was a moment of sparring with Zerori, a moment of him narrowly avoiding one of her blasts and he was right there again, with her. Sparring away before engaging in other activities. He could remember the way her eyes shined, the way she smiled and grinned, her growls as she launched her attacks at him. Right now, he was dodging those, he wasn't just dodging some random robot blasts. He couldn't help but wonder where she had actually gone too, where she vanished too. He wanted to believe that it was something completely out of her control, she didn't say anything to him, she didn't leave a trace of a hint to where she was going. Though he wanted to stay strong, he couldn't help but admit that it was eating at him lightly. He could only hope that she was okay, that nothing bad had actually happened to her. Surely though, she loved him.. You'd think she would have said something.
Finally, as he got lost to his thoughts he finally got hit in the back by a blast and hit the floor. The robots immediately shutting down until they were told to resume but Athren, he just layed there for a moment. His breathing heavy as his back steamed from the sweat and the impact. "Shit.." he mumbled as he pushed himself up and turned, sitting on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. Though it was unfortunate, he was rather happy that he got hit for one simple reason. It snapped him out of his thoughts and he could conclude that she was gone, maybe she'd turn up again someday but that wasn't for him to decide anymore. It's been months, he hadn't even sensed her powers anywhere. Whether he still had feelings for her or not, it was simply time to let her go, it was time to move on with his life. After all, what was meant to be, will be. As cheesy as that was, it was something he had to believe.
"Alright.." Athren took a moment to catch his breath. "Turn off the robots." It was at that point that they had returned to their storage spot, though Athren didn't move much in that moment. His muscles continued to burn and ache but the spot the blast had hit, it really didn't hurt at all. It was almost just a big push, and one that knocked him right out of his own thoughts. He couldn't help but hope he wouldn't linger on the past like that, there were some things the couldn't be changed, even if he wished for it now, he knew it couldn't be fixed. His former relationships, they'd be gone forever and no new wish could ever change that. He knew he'd only be able to make new relationships and move forward, though now it would be a little bit easier. After all, who on Earth would really want to befriend him if they really knew what he did? Destroying a city wasn't something that would be forgotten, and he was sure the population of Earth would remember, they just wouldn't remember him. For now, Quash and Jorey were the ones responsible, and that was assuming they ever got figured out. As he sat there on the floor, he couldn't help but wonder how this was going to affect his future, would people have a different outlook on him, be nicer? Would it be easier for him to approach people or would his own guilt hold him back? He intended on fixing that mistake too, but it was far off. He figured, that he'd have to wait and see to know how it was all going to go down.
Getting back into the world might've been a little difficult at first, but he knew it was going to get easier. He knew he wanted to visit the Orange City ruins first. Reflect upon his life a little bit, all the decisions that had led him up to that moment and all the events that happened because of that moment. He did want to make up for the wrong of it all, make up for all the lives that were lost. He never really considered the damage he had done until it happened to him and he had to admit, it was the worst pain he had ever felt. The thousands of lives he ended, gone in an instant and at the time, they didn't matter to him at all but now, every single one of them did. It was strange how it worked out, but it was a step in the right direction. He knew he needed to put it behind him, he knew it wouldn't be easy but it had to be done.
Though he wasn't going to linger on that thought too long, he couldn't really do much about it now and he wanted to go there to reflect. In the time being though, he had a little bit more gas in the tank and a few more hours to kill before doing anything else. He was going to continue his training, but he wasn't sure with what. It was rather odd, he had everything he could ever dream of as far as training items but was at a loss for what to do, maybe spending so much time alone was really getting to him, hell, maybe he could even try to make a friend to spar with again. Though, he assumed that might be a little on the difficult side. Though, it might be beneficial. After all, after only a few hours his training stuff was getting rather stale and his attention span was diverting elsewhere.
It was in that moment he decided to finish off with the basics, finish with the way he started. Going full force on a basic training routine, lifting weights, sit ups, chin ups, push ups.. but first... The saiyan had to eat. Taking another short break, Athren had found himself downing lots of water and food, recharging his batteries to a degree before walking back out into the gravity chamber, reactivating the gravity and getting ready to get back to it. Firstly though, he'd once again stretch. With his muscles burning and aching the way they were, he didn't want to cause himself an injury over something so silly.
"Alright Athren, let's just focus on the training.. nothing else." He said to himself, he wanted to keep everything else out of his mind. The only thing that mattered for the duration of his night was training. Though he was going to mix it up a little bit. It was almost in the blink of an eye that he transformed into his demonic form, followed by his Super Saiyan form. Though he had practically already mastered the two of them, he still enjoyed using them. There was something about the blonde haired form that made him just feel more powerful, more confident, it was a form that hadn't been seen in forever and he was the first one to achieve it. There was nothing wrong with flaunting it off to himself, to remind him of his victories, and to show him just how far he's come. Though it was a very powerful form, it was also a symbol of all the pain he went through, all the pain he managed to overcome and defeat. It was so much more than just another transformation to him, it was a culmination of his entire life and soon, he'd be breaking down the barrier too. In fact, he was going to try now. Whether or not a form past super saiyan even existed or not didn't really matter to Athren, he was going to try his best. The Saiyan's had been a mighty warrior race, surely they were capable of so much more. Their history must've been rich with legendary warriors surpassing and overcoming all odds. He was going to be the next in line.
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"Only A Failure Abandons His Principles And Pride."
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Feb 5, 2023 21:30:16 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 5, 2023 21:30:16 GMT -5
Now that Athren had been in his Super Saiyan transformation, he had felt rather recharged. His muscles didn't ache the way they were previously nor did they burn. It was almost like they were well rested and fresh for the day. He didn't know why, but it didn't much matter at this point. All he knew was that he could carry on training as if he just started and he was going to take FULL advantage of that situation. I mean, if he was able and willing to keep going, why wouldn't he now? If he was going to push himself further and break whatever limits he had, he'd need to work at himself non-stop and take every available moment he had towards it. It wouldn't be easy, and maybe he'd even need some kind of a trigger like he did for Super Saiyan, but there was only one way to find out. He was going to try and unlock it either way, but he'd find the answer eventually. For now though, he was just going to focus on his training session. The opportunity to start fresh was there, and he might as well. When he stepped off of this ship, when his feet once again touched the surface of the Earth, it was his second chance. It was a chance to be somebody else, to be somebody different.
It was his moment to be better than he ever was before, to the people who tried to interact with him, for the planet, for the universe. It was a very heavy train of thought but it was something that he needed to consider, something that he needed to face. For a good portion of his life, he was spent running orders for the Saiyan Empire and for another small portion of his life, he was running his own business, destroying and killing anything he was paid too. It didn't matter if they had been guilty, innocent, women, children, if the pay was high enough he'd kill everybody. It wasn't exactly a good life to live, and the weight of it all was very heavy, especially now that it was all put into perspective for him.
He really couldn't stop thinking about all the pain he caused, for those he killed, for their families. How many people survived and mourned their children, siblings, parents because of the actions of himself and the Crimson Nova. It was really all put into perfect perspective only when he went through the same pain, what he did couldn't be forgiven, it couldn't be redeemed but moving forward, he could change who he was, he could be better, prevent it from happening. He knew he was going to do it for his children, whether or not he'd take the leap to protect everybody yet or not, was yet to be seen but his children? He'd do anything for them.
It was weird to think that stepping off a ship would be such a big moment for him, it was literally a fresh start. Not a soul in the universe currently knew who he was, nobody even knew his name, nor what he did. His future was his to shape, without the outside world intervening. It was something to smile about, and he was truly relieved with it all. It was a whole new book to write, he just had to make sure he was writing the story as the hero, not the villain. He wouldn't allow himself to hurt anybody innocent anymore.
The only issue with this new book that he was writing, was he didn't know what direction to take outside of protecting his children and removing the threats towards them. He didn't have a home, friends, family, he didn't have anybody anymore. He didn't have a line of work, nor a source of income. I mean, it was obvious that he'd have to live off the land for a while and out of his ship, which wouldn't be an issue but aside from that.. he didn't know how to handle it. He truly had no purpose besides the one for his kids, and it really would have been a first. If he were on Namek, it would be a different story but now? What could the Earth even provide him with? He wasn't going to get some random job, working as a teacher, a medical professional or something else, he was a brutal warrior at heart, and he really couldn't put that skill set to use anywhere else. He figured he'd be lost for a little while, but that was okay. Surely, he'd spend some time watching his kids from afar.
Until the moment they needed him though and they were in danger, time would feel like a waste surely. What does a mighty warrior do when there's nothing but peace and no sign of a threat? It was a heavy question that made him wonder, deep down what was he actually going to do. He was going to be completely alone, no kids, no faction, nobody to take care of, to guide on the daily. He'd have nobody, but this was worth it to him. The loneliness he'd suffer every single day, it was a necessity and there wasn't any looking back now. The wish was made and things were returning to the way they were supposed too. Part of him wished that the children could've remembered him, but even that fact alone would've put them at risk. He knew he couldn't be involved in their lives, the risk was just too high. What if somebody wasn't affected by the wish, or somebody managed to remember somehow? He couldn't have them going after his kids just for that reason, and even Zerori? If they connected the dots, maybe she'd be at risk too. Whether or not he believed that this was the best and only solution, he had to do his best to believe it was. Though things would be hard for him, it would be easier for those he cared about.
He expected the next few months to be boring, to be the loneliest he's ever been but that was okay. He could handle the weight on his shoulders and he really didn't have much of a choice in the matter. This was all on him, his terrible decisions brought this outcome onto himself and he was going to have to live with it, alone. He had hopes that it would make him a stronger, better person but only time would tell and every chance a choice came up that could make him better, he'd have to pick the right one. There was a lot riding on every decision he'd make now, because he had to avoid it all being in vein, he had to turn his life around and go the positive way. Second chances don't often come for everybody, but he was blessed to have one. He had to fight for it, and it nearly costed him his life but saving another planet, the thousands living there provided him this chance and he was grateful.
A deep sigh was released from the Saiyan's lips, the weight of it all pressing down harder than any amount of gravity could and he knew it would be like this for a while. He was putting too much pressure on himself but after all he went through, who could blame him? He had been through plenty, putting all of the blame on himself and his own actions, and he couldn't allow people to suffer because of him anymore and if it came to it, he'd remove himself fully from the situation. Though as he thought to himself, the super saiyan would begin shadow boxing once more. Though his intensity was limited by his thoughts, his thoughts leading to nothing more than worry and distraction.
He would fight through it though, keeping up a slow but steady pace as he moved around his gravity room. Even if he had a distracted mind, he still had things he wanted to do. For in all of the distraction, there was still one threat he knew of on Earth that had lingered too long, one that he almost had faced before, one that had held all the advantages over himself. A warrior who could create clones, one who has created massive havoc on the cities around and Athren felt as if, she would be the one he'd have to face down. It was probably just a matter of time, whether it be days, weeks or months, if they were both residing on the planet Earth, they'd collide eventually. Surely, Liari would create a spectacle just for fun, force the weak to bow just to inflate her ego, to boost her self worth and sooner or later, Cress and Celric would be in the crowd. Though Athren was a proud warrior, a strong one, he had no idea how to handle such a threat. Especially if the numbers were on her side.
There was also more reasons to worry, such as the fact that Athren didn't have any knowledge on what Liari was. He had never encountered a fighter such as her. His knowledge base on Majin's was simply what was demonstrated the last time they had met and that had left him at a disadvantage. Saiyan's and demon's, they had seemed rather simple but a Majin? From his short time observing and from the stories he had heard from Zerori, Liari had some unique abilities. Abilities that Athren would need to find a way to break through, to punch through, he'd have to. There was far too much at stake and nobody else around to help. As Athren continued to think about the overall situation, he kept shadow boxing lightly. His movements remained rather elegant, but rather lagged in comparison to previously. Even with his super saiyan form. That might've been expected though, considering the fact that his mind was dragged, and his shoulders were weighed down.
Yet the fact of it all remained, this was truly his second chance. He highly doubted there would be an opportunity for anymore do-overs. If he lost it all again, it would be gone for good. Hell, he hadn't even managed to fix his mistakes, to restore those that died because of his actions. He didn't even know if he'd get the chance, though he'd still have to try. Losing it all again though, would be hopeless. Plus, what if he died? Who would be there to wish him back? Who would finish off the restoration? Probably nobody? There was a lot on his mind, the weight of success, the fear of failure. Both options being hard. He'd have to train and do his absolute best to make it work. Though maybe he'd be lucky, maybe he'd find somebody who would help him along his journey. Somebody he could start fresh with, after all defending the Earth and liberating Namek could be easier with a group, some friends.
Gathering the Dragon Balls in Numbers would be much easier too, but that was still far off. As Athren continued to train, all these what ifs had ran through his mind, what could be, what had happened. How he could prevent it, how he could prevail.
Athren would train a few more hours, preparing for his second chance. He knew this would take everything he had and more, mentally, physically. He'd need to stay true to the lessons he had gotten from his mentors, the Namekian on Cereal, Pybara.They had put their hopes with him, their best wishes and he was going to try his best to honor them. It wasn't just about him or his children anymore, but the wishes to others. Plus, he had made a promise. A promise to Pybara that he would indeed do his best to use his powers for good, to protect those who can't protect themselves and though he wishes he could forget, he refused to allow himself too.
The new journey he was about to take on was going to be a long one, a hard one. It was really going to put him to the test in all his entirety. His strength, his mental resolve and it would test who he really was. He was hoping he would be able to rise to the occasion, never to fail again but only time would tell, for the tests that lay ahead would be the hardest than ever before and he didn't know if his old mindset would get him through, Only the strong survive, while the weak parish. It wouldn't fit anymore. He would have to be there for the weak.
Whether or not he could even do this, lingered deep. It was against all saiyan nature, against all demon nature. Two beings who weren't known to care for others. They were those who cared only for themselves, for power or riches. To rule, instead of protect. He would be fighting against nature, years of training and ideals forced into his head, this battle was going to be the hardest, the one against himself. A fight with no physical injuries, but mental ones. Whether or not he could overcome that, was going to be the biggest challenge going forward, surviving all the doubts and fears in his mind, seemed like the most impossible of tasks. He was trained to kill, to fight for his life when backed into a corner, to never back down and to seek powerful foes but how does one TRULY overcome what they were, who they were raised to be?
That was a question, he wouldn't have an answer too and with his twenty nine years of fighting, he never had to have that answer. It was going to be something he'd need to learn and quickly. His life, any the life of many others very well may be depending on it. Whether he learned quickly enough, could be an issue but that was the test here. If he can overcome himself, surely nothing would be able to stop him, nothing able to slow him down, break his resolve. He'd succeed over everything.
Second chances were rare, they were often a gift. He wasn't going to let this chance go to waste. He'd train every day, work on himself, he'd make sure he beat all the odds and came out on top. He'd need to beat himself every single day, every minute but it would be worth it, he wouldn't allow it not to be. His children were alive, he learned new things about himself, he was powerful. Powerful enough to do it, he just had to walk the right path, the proper path and make the best choices possible. It started now, today was a new chapter in his story, and everything that was now his past was behind him. It was time to be who he was meant to be, it was time to figure out who that was.
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POWER LEVEL
354,508
Tech Points
28/75
Forms
Epic Majin [x34]
Zeni
23,106
Majin
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Feb 8, 2023 9:21:48 GMT -5
Post by Majin Liari on Feb 8, 2023 9:21:48 GMT -5
PL Gained: 15,675
Zeni gained: 4700
TP gained: 1
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