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No offence Scruffie but you just blew off Engars post, and your fighting me kinda one sided since I am two levels above SSJ2 and at max in my level.
-From Engars Post
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Zensoko's rings had Vegen in a tight grip as his eyes were just about out of his head. He screamed and the grass was moving in a ripple around him. Suddenly he found a way to break the rings and his scream got more intense the ground under them started breaking apart and Vegen feel into a deep pit.
As soon as the other three now with Zensoko's student ran over to the hole.
"Darn... what is up with him, this hasn't happened before..." Zensoko was waving his head back and forth scanning for Vegens energy.
Suddenly Vegen shot up out of the groud the rings no longer attached and with a Ka-me-ha-me-ha wave fully prepared he moved his arms in the direction of the three and the blue beam fired.
"Hurry everyone grab a side!!" Zensoko yelled out as the three grabbed the beam and were slowly pushed back.
"PUSH!!" The three heaved the beam sending it backwards as Vegen dodged it just by a hair. Before they had a chance to breath Vegen was already by Saiyan his foot inches from his head....
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This is just a small part of my main plot which will come later.
-From Engars Post
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Zensoko's rings had Vegen in a tight grip as his eyes were just about out of his head. He screamed and the grass was moving in a ripple around him. Suddenly he found a way to break the rings and his scream got more intense the ground under them started breaking apart and Vegen feel into a deep pit.
As soon as the other three now with Zensoko's student ran over to the hole.
"Darn... what is up with him, this hasn't happened before..." Zensoko was waving his head back and forth scanning for Vegens energy.
Suddenly Vegen shot up out of the groud the rings no longer attached and with a Ka-me-ha-me-ha wave fully prepared he moved his arms in the direction of the three and the blue beam fired.
"Hurry everyone grab a side!!" Zensoko yelled out as the three grabbed the beam and were slowly pushed back.
"PUSH!!" The three heaved the beam sending it backwards as Vegen dodged it just by a hair. Before they had a chance to breath Vegen was already by Saiyan his foot inches from his head....
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This is just a small part of my main plot which will come later.
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I'm sorry, I think I jumped a post!
Well just ignore that one then, sorry guys. You can command the fight for Saiyan then, but don't think just cus you're two levels above SSJ 2 you have to be more powerful.
I never even mentioned how powerful he actually was, yet you're just whoopin' on him.
Thats the problem I find with the Forum Fanfics... everyone wants their character to be the strongest. we should choose who we want to come out on top before we post, like discuss it or something, instead of:
"I'm more powerful than you!"
"Ah, but Wait, I have ANOTHER transformation, which makes ME better! Haha!"
"Thats what you think, because I have another hidden transformation! Muahahaha!"
That is just lame.
Whatever, I'm going to go back to the new Saiyans in my next post.
Well just ignore that one then, sorry guys. You can command the fight for Saiyan then, but don't think just cus you're two levels above SSJ 2 you have to be more powerful.
I never even mentioned how powerful he actually was, yet you're just whoopin' on him.
Thats the problem I find with the Forum Fanfics... everyone wants their character to be the strongest. we should choose who we want to come out on top before we post, like discuss it or something, instead of:
"I'm more powerful than you!"
"Ah, but Wait, I have ANOTHER transformation, which makes ME better! Haha!"
"Thats what you think, because I have another hidden transformation! Muahahaha!"
That is just lame.
Whatever, I'm going to go back to the new Saiyans in my next post.
Sorry, that's mostly my fault. I just wasn't sure the extent of Saiyan's power or if he should hold back until later in the story. Sorry..
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Three pairs of hands shot out and caught Vegen's foot, shockwaves surrounding them all as they struggled to halt Vegen's onslaught. Zensoko had already burst into Kaioken, Yiang was increasing his power and Saiyan was also delving into his energy just to slow Vegen down.
It worked though, all three managed to hurl Vegen away into the forest where he knocked over tree after tree. Zensoko shrugged off Kaioken and gave Saiyan another glance,
"You are a lot stronger than I expected, you definately merit a one on one match. I'm sure Dende could furnish us with accomodations some time, Goku can't use the Look Out all the time."
"You never offered me that," muttered Yiang in a strange voice. Every word he said seemed to have the dual harmonics of two voices speaking at once but Saiyan was too busy to notice and Zensoko was used to it.
"You had two years in the Hyperbollic Time Chamber, probably months in the Room of Spirit and Time and training from all the greats. Even Korrin and he is a minor deity. I think you of all people can avoid being jealous."
Yiang chuckled to himself,
"I understand master, now let me show you what I have learned. Try and keep up kid." The last comment was to Saiyan though he was a few inches taller than Yiang.
The black and white garbed warrior stepped forwards and placed his hands together with his eyes closed. Without moving his hands or opening his eyes, Yiang took three steps forwards. Behind him he left what at first appeared to be after-images, but they did not fade and seconds later all four of the Yiangs formed a line between the forest and Zensoko and Saiyan.
"The 'Twelve Eyes Technique' if you were wondering," murmured Zensoko to Saiyan, "An impressive move no matter how you look at it. Piccolo knows this one as well, Krillen too I think.
All four Yiangs kicked off the ground in unison and rose into the air with Saiyan not far behind.
"Carefull all five of you, remember that Twelve Eyes has it's weaknesses."
Zensoko kept out of the fight, wanting to see his best pupil in action along with Saiyan. On top of that, he needed time to prepare his own little last resort.
Vegen clashed with Saiyan without warning, grunting into the boy's face while feeling surprised that he had managed to block. Saiyan kicked at Vegen's chin a split-second later, all four Yiangs seeking out the Saiya-Jin as he flew away with different froms of energy attacks.
"Kame-Hame-HA"
"Special Beam Cannon! Fire!"
"Gattling Gun! Fire!"
"Masenko! HA!"
Inspite of being stronger, Vegen was overwelmed by the series of attacks and stumbled backwards through the air. Saiyan struck out at him with a momentary glance into his full power, causing Vegen to fall from the air and only catch himself a few feet from hitting Zensoko. Who was out of Super Urufu-Jin. And grinning. And holding a white orb of energy.
A Spirit Bomb..
He pulled it back..
And hurled it..
Vegen tried to move.. but it was so close..
He looked into the bright light as it came closer and closer..
And..
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I leave it up to you Hinoki, end it how you like.
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Three pairs of hands shot out and caught Vegen's foot, shockwaves surrounding them all as they struggled to halt Vegen's onslaught. Zensoko had already burst into Kaioken, Yiang was increasing his power and Saiyan was also delving into his energy just to slow Vegen down.
It worked though, all three managed to hurl Vegen away into the forest where he knocked over tree after tree. Zensoko shrugged off Kaioken and gave Saiyan another glance,
"You are a lot stronger than I expected, you definately merit a one on one match. I'm sure Dende could furnish us with accomodations some time, Goku can't use the Look Out all the time."
"You never offered me that," muttered Yiang in a strange voice. Every word he said seemed to have the dual harmonics of two voices speaking at once but Saiyan was too busy to notice and Zensoko was used to it.
"You had two years in the Hyperbollic Time Chamber, probably months in the Room of Spirit and Time and training from all the greats. Even Korrin and he is a minor deity. I think you of all people can avoid being jealous."
Yiang chuckled to himself,
"I understand master, now let me show you what I have learned. Try and keep up kid." The last comment was to Saiyan though he was a few inches taller than Yiang.
The black and white garbed warrior stepped forwards and placed his hands together with his eyes closed. Without moving his hands or opening his eyes, Yiang took three steps forwards. Behind him he left what at first appeared to be after-images, but they did not fade and seconds later all four of the Yiangs formed a line between the forest and Zensoko and Saiyan.
"The 'Twelve Eyes Technique' if you were wondering," murmured Zensoko to Saiyan, "An impressive move no matter how you look at it. Piccolo knows this one as well, Krillen too I think.
All four Yiangs kicked off the ground in unison and rose into the air with Saiyan not far behind.
"Carefull all five of you, remember that Twelve Eyes has it's weaknesses."
Zensoko kept out of the fight, wanting to see his best pupil in action along with Saiyan. On top of that, he needed time to prepare his own little last resort.
Vegen clashed with Saiyan without warning, grunting into the boy's face while feeling surprised that he had managed to block. Saiyan kicked at Vegen's chin a split-second later, all four Yiangs seeking out the Saiya-Jin as he flew away with different froms of energy attacks.
"Kame-Hame-HA"
"Special Beam Cannon! Fire!"
"Gattling Gun! Fire!"
"Masenko! HA!"
Inspite of being stronger, Vegen was overwelmed by the series of attacks and stumbled backwards through the air. Saiyan struck out at him with a momentary glance into his full power, causing Vegen to fall from the air and only catch himself a few feet from hitting Zensoko. Who was out of Super Urufu-Jin. And grinning. And holding a white orb of energy.
A Spirit Bomb..
He pulled it back..
And hurled it..
Vegen tried to move.. but it was so close..
He looked into the bright light as it came closer and closer..
And..
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I leave it up to you Hinoki, end it how you like.
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The Spirit Bomb flung right at him was caught in his cupped palms as Zensoko realized a small problem with his plan. The SB was sending Vegen straight towards the village!!
I can't let this happen!! Suddenly Vegen regained his cool dropped down and kicked the SB up. It burst in midair creating a large shockwave which shook everything nearby luckly not damageing the village.
"Ug what happened..." Vegen landed on the ground returning to SSJ. Something was really clouding his mind now and he didn't like it.
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There all went as I planned it.
I can't let this happen!! Suddenly Vegen regained his cool dropped down and kicked the SB up. It burst in midair creating a large shockwave which shook everything nearby luckly not damageing the village.
"Ug what happened..." Vegen landed on the ground returning to SSJ. Something was really clouding his mind now and he didn't like it.
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There all went as I planned it.
"Oh Dende," croaked Zensoko, not caring that he actually knew the god he was talking to, "Oh Dende, what could I have done?"
His face was blank as he landed on the ground, falling from his Urufu-Jin form just as his knee's touched the scorched turf. He slammed his hands down against the ground, followed by his head.
"I could have killed them all, how could I have been so damn careless?!"
"Ug what happened..." Zensoko's eyes snapped open and before the reformed Yiang or Saiyan could say anything, he was on Vegen and slamming him against the ground.
"You *******!" He slammed the confused Saiya-Jin down again, ignoring the yells from his pupils.
"You UTTER *******!"
Saiyan wrapped his arms around Zensoko and tried to pull him backwards, but against the human's insane rage even his great power was at a loss. He could pull Zensoko back any number of times but he kept on fighting back towards Vegen who was pushing himself onto his elbows.
"Back away Saiyan," he turned away from the struggling, mad Zensoko to look at Yiang.
Yiang was taking a big risk but his master was clearly out of it. He didn't have a choice.
"Kai.." The warrior brought his hands up together and pointed at Zensoko, making sure he wasn't also aiming at the village.
"Oh.." Zensoko seemed to slow in his move towards the Saiya-Jin, his eyes swiveled towards Yiang every so often, then back onto Vegen.
"I swear I'll kil-"
"KEN"
Yiang had never been taught the move but like Goten, he had a decent ability to learn through observation. But Kaioken? A technique that could tear it's performer apart?
Even as the red aura surrounded Yiang he knew it was wrong, his powerlevel rocketed upwards too fast for things to be going well. His head became dizzy, his muscles burned. But for his master, he could not fail. The world spinned but he desperately tried to maintain control.. One blast.. had to be weak.. just to get his attention.
But he couldn't control the power, he felt most of his remaining energy ripping loose and heading towards his master.
Zensoko wasn't unified in any way with his darker part, it was the light that was trying to tear Vegen to peices in spite of how strange that sounded. He never noticed the hot red light that radiated from his pupil, it was Zensokzo who forced his eyes to move. And it was Zensokzo who acted.
Erupting from Zensoko with a roar, the beast of darkness brought his huge clawed fists upwards to meet the blast Yiang had fired. Yiang had already passed out, Saiyan catching him before he hit the ground. But it continued on regardless, forcing Zensokzo to lose ground as his freed partner returned to hammering at Vegen who could only block.
"ZENSOKO!" One last plea to the light that still held onto sanity, that could look past his rage and at the ball of energy headed towards him. The call echoed inside his head. He was Zensoko. He was a part of the pack. Vegen was a part of the pack. No matter what.
"No matter what.."
One minute he was whispering to himself, the next he was diving into Zensokzo and ascending to his Urufu-Jin form. He shoved his hands right through the blast and cleaved it in two, the energy disappating around him in an oddly beautiful display.
Still in his ascended form, Zensoko kneeled beside his student and smiled.
"You do you're parents proud, but not more than you do me."
He removed a Senzu Bean from a pouch by his side, where three were always stored just incase, and fed it to his pupil.
"But you aren't going to perform that technique again in your current state, you understand?"
Yiang nodded weakly as he swallowed the bean, then with a sudden burst of energy leapt to his feet. He bowed to his sensei.
"I must leave now, but I will remember what you said."
"Good, have a good rest. Class is over for you today, have some fun."
Yiang nodded and blasted off towards the village, the sight of which was sending shivers down his spine. He shivered as he regressed to normal old Zensoko, the anger he had felt welcoming him eagerly. But he wouldn't listen anymore.
He patted Saiyan on the shoulder,
"I'm sorry for my little outburst, it's not often your friends go mad and your home is almost destroyed." Zensoko gave an ironic laugh, "Though it does seem to happen every few years, welcome to the party my friend."
He walked towards Vegen and extended his hand. For a moment it was eerily like when Vegeta had offered Nappa his hand. Had Gohan, Krillen or Goku been there they might have felt slightly paranoid. Perhaps Vegeta too though he would deny it.
History didn't repeat itself though, he grabbed Vegen's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"I have-" began Vegen.
"Nothing to be sorry about," finished Zensoko, "We both went a little nuts. However, we must have a discussion about this. Perhaps you should skip training for the day."
He glanced backwards at Saiyan.
"You, however, have no such luxury. Porungu sent you here to train, and we will train."
He turned around, leaving it to Vegen whether he should stay or leave, and faced Saiyan. Then Zensokzo emerged from his back and landed beside him with a growl.
"Now we train."
Both warriors, light and dark, ran forwards with fists drawn back and energy flying. Saiyan grinned and dived into the fight, the party was really going now.
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Sorry about the slight assault on Vegen but Zensoko wont be holding a grudge against him. Suspicion though, will be held.
And Porungu, if you don't wish to post for Saiyan at the moment then I'll just skip over the training with him. I don't want to drag that out, especially considering I'm not sure just how powerful he is.
His face was blank as he landed on the ground, falling from his Urufu-Jin form just as his knee's touched the scorched turf. He slammed his hands down against the ground, followed by his head.
"I could have killed them all, how could I have been so damn careless?!"
"Ug what happened..." Zensoko's eyes snapped open and before the reformed Yiang or Saiyan could say anything, he was on Vegen and slamming him against the ground.
"You *******!" He slammed the confused Saiya-Jin down again, ignoring the yells from his pupils.
"You UTTER *******!"
Saiyan wrapped his arms around Zensoko and tried to pull him backwards, but against the human's insane rage even his great power was at a loss. He could pull Zensoko back any number of times but he kept on fighting back towards Vegen who was pushing himself onto his elbows.
"Back away Saiyan," he turned away from the struggling, mad Zensoko to look at Yiang.
Yiang was taking a big risk but his master was clearly out of it. He didn't have a choice.
"Kai.." The warrior brought his hands up together and pointed at Zensoko, making sure he wasn't also aiming at the village.
"Oh.." Zensoko seemed to slow in his move towards the Saiya-Jin, his eyes swiveled towards Yiang every so often, then back onto Vegen.
"I swear I'll kil-"
"KEN"
Yiang had never been taught the move but like Goten, he had a decent ability to learn through observation. But Kaioken? A technique that could tear it's performer apart?
Even as the red aura surrounded Yiang he knew it was wrong, his powerlevel rocketed upwards too fast for things to be going well. His head became dizzy, his muscles burned. But for his master, he could not fail. The world spinned but he desperately tried to maintain control.. One blast.. had to be weak.. just to get his attention.
But he couldn't control the power, he felt most of his remaining energy ripping loose and heading towards his master.
Zensoko wasn't unified in any way with his darker part, it was the light that was trying to tear Vegen to peices in spite of how strange that sounded. He never noticed the hot red light that radiated from his pupil, it was Zensokzo who forced his eyes to move. And it was Zensokzo who acted.
Erupting from Zensoko with a roar, the beast of darkness brought his huge clawed fists upwards to meet the blast Yiang had fired. Yiang had already passed out, Saiyan catching him before he hit the ground. But it continued on regardless, forcing Zensokzo to lose ground as his freed partner returned to hammering at Vegen who could only block.
"ZENSOKO!" One last plea to the light that still held onto sanity, that could look past his rage and at the ball of energy headed towards him. The call echoed inside his head. He was Zensoko. He was a part of the pack. Vegen was a part of the pack. No matter what.
"No matter what.."
One minute he was whispering to himself, the next he was diving into Zensokzo and ascending to his Urufu-Jin form. He shoved his hands right through the blast and cleaved it in two, the energy disappating around him in an oddly beautiful display.
Still in his ascended form, Zensoko kneeled beside his student and smiled.
"You do you're parents proud, but not more than you do me."
He removed a Senzu Bean from a pouch by his side, where three were always stored just incase, and fed it to his pupil.
"But you aren't going to perform that technique again in your current state, you understand?"
Yiang nodded weakly as he swallowed the bean, then with a sudden burst of energy leapt to his feet. He bowed to his sensei.
"I must leave now, but I will remember what you said."
"Good, have a good rest. Class is over for you today, have some fun."
Yiang nodded and blasted off towards the village, the sight of which was sending shivers down his spine. He shivered as he regressed to normal old Zensoko, the anger he had felt welcoming him eagerly. But he wouldn't listen anymore.
He patted Saiyan on the shoulder,
"I'm sorry for my little outburst, it's not often your friends go mad and your home is almost destroyed." Zensoko gave an ironic laugh, "Though it does seem to happen every few years, welcome to the party my friend."
He walked towards Vegen and extended his hand. For a moment it was eerily like when Vegeta had offered Nappa his hand. Had Gohan, Krillen or Goku been there they might have felt slightly paranoid. Perhaps Vegeta too though he would deny it.
History didn't repeat itself though, he grabbed Vegen's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"I have-" began Vegen.
"Nothing to be sorry about," finished Zensoko, "We both went a little nuts. However, we must have a discussion about this. Perhaps you should skip training for the day."
He glanced backwards at Saiyan.
"You, however, have no such luxury. Porungu sent you here to train, and we will train."
He turned around, leaving it to Vegen whether he should stay or leave, and faced Saiyan. Then Zensokzo emerged from his back and landed beside him with a growl.
"Now we train."
Both warriors, light and dark, ran forwards with fists drawn back and energy flying. Saiyan grinned and dived into the fight, the party was really going now.
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Sorry about the slight assault on Vegen but Zensoko wont be holding a grudge against him. Suspicion though, will be held.
And Porungu, if you don't wish to post for Saiyan at the moment then I'll just skip over the training with him. I don't want to drag that out, especially considering I'm not sure just how powerful he is.
bAH!!
Never intended to get involved again. I will try.
Since the Grey Buu disaster, Arthos had returned home. Tarsan had become beautiful. Due to his assistance in the saving of the universe, Mace was allowed to return as well.
The Massive hall of the Arbitor stood before him.
"Oh Mighty Arbitor, I bring news."
"Knock off the formalities Arthos. I know you all to well." Through his mind. "You hate formalities."
Returning via the mind. "Yea, ya caught me." Back to the voice. "The Genetic intergration project is moving along well. The Saiyan genetic samples I was able to collect from myself and others seems to be helping bring back the power the Tarsinite race once had."
"Good, are the mutations coming along safely?"
"I am one of your best scientists, I don't often make mistakes. Some have pain, and nothing more. The Transformation to Templar and higher is still that of the Tarsinite heritage."
"Excellent--"
"But there is one strange phenomena. The eyes are sometimes the blueish-green of a Saiyan. Obviously a dominant trait."
"Well, that is not a problem. If it wasn't for a single saiyan, our entire race might not exist anymore. Perhaps a small legacy is deserved. I want you to find those you fought with against the Grey Buu."
"I understand, but I have not been there in a very long time."
"Do not worry."
Arthos saluted and walked out.
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"I hope you aren't doing anything important Zensoko." Arthos Muttered to himself as he quickly disappeared.
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What the Arbitor was talking about was when Cinder began his genocidal war against his own race so long ago.
Never intended to get involved again. I will try.
Since the Grey Buu disaster, Arthos had returned home. Tarsan had become beautiful. Due to his assistance in the saving of the universe, Mace was allowed to return as well.
The Massive hall of the Arbitor stood before him.
"Oh Mighty Arbitor, I bring news."
"Knock off the formalities Arthos. I know you all to well." Through his mind. "You hate formalities."
Returning via the mind. "Yea, ya caught me." Back to the voice. "The Genetic intergration project is moving along well. The Saiyan genetic samples I was able to collect from myself and others seems to be helping bring back the power the Tarsinite race once had."
"Good, are the mutations coming along safely?"
"I am one of your best scientists, I don't often make mistakes. Some have pain, and nothing more. The Transformation to Templar and higher is still that of the Tarsinite heritage."
"Excellent--"
"But there is one strange phenomena. The eyes are sometimes the blueish-green of a Saiyan. Obviously a dominant trait."
"Well, that is not a problem. If it wasn't for a single saiyan, our entire race might not exist anymore. Perhaps a small legacy is deserved. I want you to find those you fought with against the Grey Buu."
"I understand, but I have not been there in a very long time."
"Do not worry."
Arthos saluted and walked out.
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"I hope you aren't doing anything important Zensoko." Arthos Muttered to himself as he quickly disappeared.
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What the Arbitor was talking about was when Cinder began his genocidal war against his own race so long ago.
After one hell of a fight with Saiyan, Zensoko had sent him off for a meal and a rest while he took care of his next class.
"Good one Kuro, just try to keep better balance. And watch ou-!
"Ah well, good kick Burakku!"
Zensoko was dealing with his second top level pupils, not as intense as the one or two who attended his most advanced classes but still very elite. Burakku and Kuro were the youngest members, both 16 years old.
They looked like brothers and their birthdays matched to the day but they were only cousins, their fathers were brothers and also some of the only people Zensoko had ever taught the Fusion Technique to. For some reason he seemed to be teaching the technique to relations, he had also taught the move to two sisters.
Kuro had dark black hair that stood up slightly and waved as he rolled between his cousins blows, he wore an almost pure white Gi that closely resembled Zensoko's apart from the fact that the only black part was part of the insignia on the back. Burakku's hair was pure white and had been so since birth, he wore an almost completely black Gi apart from the white in his insignia.
There were five others in class, ranging in ages from 20 to 30. It was sometimes hard to deal with instructing people older than him but on the other hand, they seemed to regard him with something like awe after all he had accomplished as a child.
Maybe that made things worse and made him more eager to teach the children to young too remember anything preceding the end of the Buu Crisis. It was easier to deal with people as equals, the hero worship he had received up to a year after the Buu Crisis had been almost too much to bare.
Still keeping and eye on the two youngest boys, Zensoko absentmindedly deflected a blast from a 28 year old women away towards the 22 year old man the blast had originally been headed towards. The other three were taking part in what looked from the outside to be some sort of mid-air ballet but was in actuality an intense battle. He side-stepped a punch that mistakingly headed towards him, then blocked a round house which had been quite narrowly dodged.
They're getting better.
And you're getting dumber..
Puzzling over what had been said, Zensoko deflected another two blasts while watching the boys, caught two legs as they swung towards him then used one of his pupils as a shield to block and energy blast that almost caught him by surprise. He released his shell-shocked pupil and went back to watching the boy who were creating large ripples of energy inspite of only sparring.
Wish the others would concentrate more, a few of those attacks were just plain careless to have come so close to me.
You're calling them unconcentrated?! Wake up kid, they aren't just attacking each other any more.
His hand sliced downwards and upwards three times, splitting three different energy blasts in no more than a second. A purple beam almost knocked him out of the air, he dropped out of its path only seconds before it hit and then only had another second to block a blue beam which followed him down.
"Think we got his attention?"
The 28 year old women rubbed sweat from her forhead and grimaced at the cloud of dust surrounding their absent minded sensei. She peered over at the 22 year old who was just laughing, then towards her sister who manged to keep a straight face in spite of being around the same age.
Kids..
The other two, brothers of 34 and the fathers of Burakku and Kuro, were floating beside each other already charging up another Gattling Gun each. Suspecting that was the only sort of definative answer they were going to get, she grimaced and began charging another Kame Hame Ha Wave.
"Will we w-"
2 Gattling Guns fired down together on the dust cloud, pin-pointing the energy of their sensei easily. Rolling her eyes she fired off her own glowing energy attack, followed by her sister and the boy who couldn't stop giggling madly to himself.
"KAIOKEN TIMES 5!"
She barely had time to swear.
All four attacks seemed to twist in their paths, colliding with each other short of their target and in an explosion that should have been larger. Their sensei's aura seemed to cancel out their energy, causing it to dissapate without much of a bang. Then he was beside all of them, five after images hanging beside five warriors. Except that only one could be real.
Each student, assuming that theirs was fake, fired at the next closest image. Each student's attack was blocked by each of the after images, which then turned and caught their opponent with an elbow to the gut.
All five landed on the scorched ground of the training clearing, each one briefly winded. Kuro and Burakku were laughing their heads off, only just able to support each other.
"I guess," murmured all five of the supposed 'after images' in unison, "That Tien would call this the 15 Eyes technique. The variation really threw you off, eh?"
Training started again minutes later, Zensoko taking the point that the boys could look after themselves and getting more involved. The sparring ended and Zensoko led the group in an incredibly complicated and incredibly slow Kata. That which took precise movements at high speed was even more difficult to maintain at slow ones, especially with two maniacs like Kuro and Burakku making explosions every five seconds.
Once that was over (an hour and a half of slow, precise movement) Zensoko allowed them to stretch their limbs a bit before another hour of meditation. He could have, and probably should have done the meditation along with them.
He however hadn't gotten much sleep so wandered away a little distance and collapsed onto his back with a sigh of relief. That was where anyone looking for Zensoko would find him, snoring away on the scorched turf while his pupils maintained the silence of meditation.
"Good one Kuro, just try to keep better balance. And watch ou-!
"Ah well, good kick Burakku!"
Zensoko was dealing with his second top level pupils, not as intense as the one or two who attended his most advanced classes but still very elite. Burakku and Kuro were the youngest members, both 16 years old.
They looked like brothers and their birthdays matched to the day but they were only cousins, their fathers were brothers and also some of the only people Zensoko had ever taught the Fusion Technique to. For some reason he seemed to be teaching the technique to relations, he had also taught the move to two sisters.
Kuro had dark black hair that stood up slightly and waved as he rolled between his cousins blows, he wore an almost pure white Gi that closely resembled Zensoko's apart from the fact that the only black part was part of the insignia on the back. Burakku's hair was pure white and had been so since birth, he wore an almost completely black Gi apart from the white in his insignia.
There were five others in class, ranging in ages from 20 to 30. It was sometimes hard to deal with instructing people older than him but on the other hand, they seemed to regard him with something like awe after all he had accomplished as a child.
Maybe that made things worse and made him more eager to teach the children to young too remember anything preceding the end of the Buu Crisis. It was easier to deal with people as equals, the hero worship he had received up to a year after the Buu Crisis had been almost too much to bare.
Still keeping and eye on the two youngest boys, Zensoko absentmindedly deflected a blast from a 28 year old women away towards the 22 year old man the blast had originally been headed towards. The other three were taking part in what looked from the outside to be some sort of mid-air ballet but was in actuality an intense battle. He side-stepped a punch that mistakingly headed towards him, then blocked a round house which had been quite narrowly dodged.
They're getting better.
And you're getting dumber..
Puzzling over what had been said, Zensoko deflected another two blasts while watching the boys, caught two legs as they swung towards him then used one of his pupils as a shield to block and energy blast that almost caught him by surprise. He released his shell-shocked pupil and went back to watching the boy who were creating large ripples of energy inspite of only sparring.
Wish the others would concentrate more, a few of those attacks were just plain careless to have come so close to me.
You're calling them unconcentrated?! Wake up kid, they aren't just attacking each other any more.
His hand sliced downwards and upwards three times, splitting three different energy blasts in no more than a second. A purple beam almost knocked him out of the air, he dropped out of its path only seconds before it hit and then only had another second to block a blue beam which followed him down.
"Think we got his attention?"
The 28 year old women rubbed sweat from her forhead and grimaced at the cloud of dust surrounding their absent minded sensei. She peered over at the 22 year old who was just laughing, then towards her sister who manged to keep a straight face in spite of being around the same age.
Kids..
The other two, brothers of 34 and the fathers of Burakku and Kuro, were floating beside each other already charging up another Gattling Gun each. Suspecting that was the only sort of definative answer they were going to get, she grimaced and began charging another Kame Hame Ha Wave.
"Will we w-"
2 Gattling Guns fired down together on the dust cloud, pin-pointing the energy of their sensei easily. Rolling her eyes she fired off her own glowing energy attack, followed by her sister and the boy who couldn't stop giggling madly to himself.
"KAIOKEN TIMES 5!"
She barely had time to swear.
All four attacks seemed to twist in their paths, colliding with each other short of their target and in an explosion that should have been larger. Their sensei's aura seemed to cancel out their energy, causing it to dissapate without much of a bang. Then he was beside all of them, five after images hanging beside five warriors. Except that only one could be real.
Each student, assuming that theirs was fake, fired at the next closest image. Each student's attack was blocked by each of the after images, which then turned and caught their opponent with an elbow to the gut.
All five landed on the scorched ground of the training clearing, each one briefly winded. Kuro and Burakku were laughing their heads off, only just able to support each other.
"I guess," murmured all five of the supposed 'after images' in unison, "That Tien would call this the 15 Eyes technique. The variation really threw you off, eh?"
Training started again minutes later, Zensoko taking the point that the boys could look after themselves and getting more involved. The sparring ended and Zensoko led the group in an incredibly complicated and incredibly slow Kata. That which took precise movements at high speed was even more difficult to maintain at slow ones, especially with two maniacs like Kuro and Burakku making explosions every five seconds.
Once that was over (an hour and a half of slow, precise movement) Zensoko allowed them to stretch their limbs a bit before another hour of meditation. He could have, and probably should have done the meditation along with them.
He however hadn't gotten much sleep so wandered away a little distance and collapsed onto his back with a sigh of relief. That was where anyone looking for Zensoko would find him, snoring away on the scorched turf while his pupils maintained the silence of meditation.
Unfortunatly, due to the extreme distance between Zensoko and Arthos, even Instant Transmission takes awhile.
Suddenly he appeared on the training ground.
He thought to himself, "First thing's first. Arbitor? Now what!?"
The Time delay was long, but a reply came. "Take a vacation with your old friends, I have men that can continue our work."
He had been sitting over a microscope all day and working out, so he was beat. He lay down on the ground next to Zensoko with the full intention of freaking him out when he awoke.
Suddenly he appeared on the training ground.
He thought to himself, "First thing's first. Arbitor? Now what!?"
The Time delay was long, but a reply came. "Take a vacation with your old friends, I have men that can continue our work."
He had been sitting over a microscope all day and working out, so he was beat. He lay down on the ground next to Zensoko with the full intention of freaking him out when he awoke.
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Vegen looked around, for some odd reason he had aged two years after the battle that had just taken place. He brought a group of the elitest of the people of the village to train with. They just punched at him, 7 fighters all tossing there energy at him. He doged it all yelling at them to push.
He conked a young girl on the head leaving a bump then as a older person was about to headbutt him in the back he dodged and met another head. The two dropped on the groud holding there heads just like the young girl.
"Yes well you all work on your techniques and call me when you think you can hit me." He walked off chuckleing to himself.
Who? suddenly a familier energy appeared near Zensoko, he instantly popped up next to Arthos hideing his energy. Arthos heard the grass wave and opened his eyes to see Vegen's face stareing into his.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Arthos shot up with his eyes practically out of his head.
"Bet I look different!" Vegen was teaseing with Arthos. "Who... Who are you?!"
Vegen frowned then as he did earlier to the young girl conked him on the head leaving a bump.
"Remember me now?!" Vegen yelled out as Arthos was rubbing his head, "Yes, ow..ow...ow..." Then Vegen looked over at Zensoko still sitting there after all the comotion around him.
"That kid...." Vegen gripped his fist like he was going to conk Zensoko.
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Got the conk idea from too much Rurouni Kenshin hehe Kenshin keeps getting hit by the girl and ending up with the big bumps.
He conked a young girl on the head leaving a bump then as a older person was about to headbutt him in the back he dodged and met another head. The two dropped on the groud holding there heads just like the young girl.
"Yes well you all work on your techniques and call me when you think you can hit me." He walked off chuckleing to himself.
Who? suddenly a familier energy appeared near Zensoko, he instantly popped up next to Arthos hideing his energy. Arthos heard the grass wave and opened his eyes to see Vegen's face stareing into his.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Arthos shot up with his eyes practically out of his head.
"Bet I look different!" Vegen was teaseing with Arthos. "Who... Who are you?!"
Vegen frowned then as he did earlier to the young girl conked him on the head leaving a bump.
"Remember me now?!" Vegen yelled out as Arthos was rubbing his head, "Yes, ow..ow...ow..." Then Vegen looked over at Zensoko still sitting there after all the comotion around him.
"That kid...." Vegen gripped his fist like he was going to conk Zensoko.
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Got the conk idea from too much Rurouni Kenshin hehe Kenshin keeps getting hit by the girl and ending up with the big bumps.
"Well, I still hold the record as the oldest living Saiyan. And don't you forget it. What's been going on Since I'd gone."
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Location: The great Desert of Tarsan
A tall monastary on a Plateau above the dunes.
Galak and Mace now resided here. Mace is now a full grown adult, and training partner for the Still emotionless Galak.
Galak had finally master the Dragon form. He could control the full potential of its power.
Mace, on the other hand, had been bitten by a strange desert creature. A sort of maggot. His skin had become leathery on the hand on which he was bitten and was spreading up his arm. A conflict between the posion and the combined Saiyan/Tarsinite genetic structure. It still remains unstable in the means of power, but Mace has mastered it.
Galak had a strange variation of his emotionless peaceful look. "Mace, I wish to return to Earth."
"Earth was destroyed, don't you mean New Earth?"
"Yes, that is what I meant."
Mace was puzzled.
"Well....why? They are not ready."
"What do you mean. I do not mean to train them. As far as I can tell, Zensoko already is."
"Then why do you want to return?"
"I feel drawn there, and I had a vision. That is why you must come. And bring your wife too(So you you don't think they are....you kno). She was in the vision."
"We shall leave tomorrow morning."
"Agreed. I shall inform your father that we are coming."
"Why? Is here on Earth?"
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Jaster was alone. His stolen Saiyan pod drifted through the stars. Coasting, reserving fuel.
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That's about it, gonna be a bit of a reunion.
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Location: The great Desert of Tarsan
A tall monastary on a Plateau above the dunes.
Galak and Mace now resided here. Mace is now a full grown adult, and training partner for the Still emotionless Galak.
Galak had finally master the Dragon form. He could control the full potential of its power.
Mace, on the other hand, had been bitten by a strange desert creature. A sort of maggot. His skin had become leathery on the hand on which he was bitten and was spreading up his arm. A conflict between the posion and the combined Saiyan/Tarsinite genetic structure. It still remains unstable in the means of power, but Mace has mastered it.
Galak had a strange variation of his emotionless peaceful look. "Mace, I wish to return to Earth."
"Earth was destroyed, don't you mean New Earth?"
"Yes, that is what I meant."
Mace was puzzled.
"Well....why? They are not ready."
"What do you mean. I do not mean to train them. As far as I can tell, Zensoko already is."
"Then why do you want to return?"
"I feel drawn there, and I had a vision. That is why you must come. And bring your wife too(So you you don't think they are....you kno
). She was in the vision.""We shall leave tomorrow morning."
"Agreed. I shall inform your father that we are coming."
"Why? Is here on Earth?"
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Jaster was alone. His stolen Saiyan pod drifted through the stars. Coasting, reserving fuel.
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That's about it, gonna be a bit of a reunion.
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You're prophecy goes out the window Scruffie
I'll snatch a half a hour from my studies in order to whip something up.
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The 20 year old curled up into a ball and sighed contentedly, he didn't like to miss sleep and hadn't gotten much with Saiyan arriving. He slept right through Vegen's little tirade and probably would have continued had Zensokzo not become bored.
Up already, you're going to sleep right through the day..
The idea of sleeping through the day was attractive but with Vegen towering over him and grimacing he decided to forget it. Zensoko sat up and yawned, rubbing the last traces of sleep from his eyes before glancing at the oldest living Saiyan-Jin who happened to be sitting right beside him.
"YAAAAAH!" Zensoko bearhugged Arthos inspite of his normally reasonably calm attitude, he hadn't seen the Saiya-Jin in 10 years and had begun to believe he never would. Having Arthos back was like having the whole group together again though there was only the three of them. Zensoko missed the old group..
"Zensoko-" choked Arthos, "You gotta let me breathe."
He released the Saiya-Jin with an embarresed chuckle and grinned at him, calming himself ever so slightly. He tried to force himself to remember that there was evil on the way but it was hard to think like that, his mind kept jumping back to the joy of having old friends back. He could show him the village in all its splendour.
All very well and good but you've left your class meditating.
Gasping, Zensoko twisted around and saw the whole group of humans still sitting where he had left them though it was obviously a strain on the two youngest boys. He called to them that training was over and told them to tell the others that training had been canceled for the rest of the day, he had buisness to take care of.
"Kuro, Buarakku?" called Zensoko before the two teenagers left, "You know what I'm expecting of you two. Both of you should train a little tonight, not much though and I'm giving you orders to be carefull." The boys nodded, serious looks on their faces for an instant, then they flew off home.
Turning back Zensoko laughed again and pulled himself to his feet,
"Arthos I hope you're hungry because I sure am. We're going to have a big meal, if you're up for it and then we're gonna catch up, a lot can and probably has happened after ten years."
Zensoko led the way, back towards his home where his mother would soon be trying to cater for 3 Saiya-Jin appetites.
I'll snatch a half a hour from my studies in order to whip something up.
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The 20 year old curled up into a ball and sighed contentedly, he didn't like to miss sleep and hadn't gotten much with Saiyan arriving. He slept right through Vegen's little tirade and probably would have continued had Zensokzo not become bored.
Up already, you're going to sleep right through the day..
The idea of sleeping through the day was attractive but with Vegen towering over him and grimacing he decided to forget it. Zensoko sat up and yawned, rubbing the last traces of sleep from his eyes before glancing at the oldest living Saiyan-Jin who happened to be sitting right beside him.
"YAAAAAH!" Zensoko bearhugged Arthos inspite of his normally reasonably calm attitude, he hadn't seen the Saiya-Jin in 10 years and had begun to believe he never would. Having Arthos back was like having the whole group together again though there was only the three of them. Zensoko missed the old group..
"Zensoko-" choked Arthos, "You gotta let me breathe."
He released the Saiya-Jin with an embarresed chuckle and grinned at him, calming himself ever so slightly. He tried to force himself to remember that there was evil on the way but it was hard to think like that, his mind kept jumping back to the joy of having old friends back. He could show him the village in all its splendour.
All very well and good but you've left your class meditating.
Gasping, Zensoko twisted around and saw the whole group of humans still sitting where he had left them though it was obviously a strain on the two youngest boys. He called to them that training was over and told them to tell the others that training had been canceled for the rest of the day, he had buisness to take care of.
"Kuro, Buarakku?" called Zensoko before the two teenagers left, "You know what I'm expecting of you two. Both of you should train a little tonight, not much though and I'm giving you orders to be carefull." The boys nodded, serious looks on their faces for an instant, then they flew off home.
Turning back Zensoko laughed again and pulled himself to his feet,
"Arthos I hope you're hungry because I sure am. We're going to have a big meal, if you're up for it and then we're gonna catch up, a lot can and probably has happened after ten years."
Zensoko led the way, back towards his home where his mother would soon be trying to cater for 3 Saiya-Jin appetites.
"Lest we forget how much I can eat."
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Back in the Monastary In the great desert of Tarsan...
"On second though Galak, I wish to leave now. I hope you have not informed my father?"
"I have not Mace, I was going to before our original departure date tommorow morning. What has made you change your mind?"
"I want to surprise the old goat."
A short but hearty chuckle followed. Galak attempted a smile, but it was only for display, for his emotions had not yet returned.
Mace turned an shouted.
"Kanimar? You've always wanted to go to Earth! Now's you chance."
"I'm coming!"
A young Tarsinite woman wandered out.
The three joined hands and disappeared.
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The Little convoy headed up the walkway toward Zensoko's house.
Simultaneusly, 3 forms appeared infront of them and A hot glowing sphere rammed it's way into the ground in the neighbors yard making a small crater.
Arthos almost didn't recognize those infront of him, and off to the side.
The 3 in front of them were Galak, Mace and his wife Kanimar.
"HEY! Been awhile son! You look alot different. Same wif you Galak."
"Well, we are Monks."
The 3 were in long ceremonial Tarsinite robes. Galak and Mace had long hair and decent beard's. Kanimar was rather attractive, and clung to Mace.
Their attention immediatly went to the form now walking from the crater. It was Jaster. He turned to the person whom's yard he destroyed."My apologies, I miscaculated." He was different too. Now he was wearing an orange jumpsuit that looks sortalike a leisure suit. He was also wearing goggles which he slowly lifted them up to his forhead. Then the strangest new trait showed itself. He pulled what appeared to be a cuban cigar out of his front pocket and lighted it with a tiny burst of ki.
"Long time no see." He put the cigar in his mouth.
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Back in the Monastary In the great desert of Tarsan...
"On second though Galak, I wish to leave now. I hope you have not informed my father?"
"I have not Mace, I was going to before our original departure date tommorow morning. What has made you change your mind?"
"I want to surprise the old goat."
A short but hearty chuckle followed. Galak attempted a smile, but it was only for display, for his emotions had not yet returned.
Mace turned an shouted.
"Kanimar? You've always wanted to go to Earth! Now's you chance."
"I'm coming!"
A young Tarsinite woman wandered out.
The three joined hands and disappeared.
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The Little convoy headed up the walkway toward Zensoko's house.
Simultaneusly, 3 forms appeared infront of them and A hot glowing sphere rammed it's way into the ground in the neighbors yard making a small crater.
Arthos almost didn't recognize those infront of him, and off to the side.
The 3 in front of them were Galak, Mace and his wife Kanimar.
"HEY! Been awhile son! You look alot different. Same wif you Galak."
"Well, we are Monks."
The 3 were in long ceremonial Tarsinite robes. Galak and Mace had long hair and decent beard's. Kanimar was rather attractive, and clung to Mace.
Their attention immediatly went to the form now walking from the crater. It was Jaster. He turned to the person whom's yard he destroyed."My apologies, I miscaculated." He was different too. Now he was wearing an orange jumpsuit that looks sortalike a leisure suit. He was also wearing goggles which he slowly lifted them up to his forhead. Then the strangest new trait showed itself. He pulled what appeared to be a cuban cigar out of his front pocket and lighted it with a tiny burst of ki.
"Long time no see." He put the cigar in his mouth.
Back in the seat..
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Mouth hanging open in shock, Zensoko's gaze passed over the four newcomers. It wasn't just that he hadn't seen Mace since the Cinder incident and had never seen the girl. It was also that he had been sure that Galak and Jaster dead. It's something to see again someone you assumed was dead, another entirely to see someone you were sure was.
Conflicting thoughts waved through his head: How? Why? Who?! but were waved aside as his rational side took over.
"Well this is one heck of a reunion, I'm guessing you guys (and girl of course) are all pretty hungry. I think we'd all be much more willling to hear each others stories on a full stomach, eh?"
Zensoko grinned and waved a half-hearted apology to the indiginant elderly man who's yard Jarester had landed in.
"Sorry sir, I'll get some students to clean it up."
With that Zensoko led the now larger group into his house, keeping out of the growing conversation until he had had enough to eat to think straight.
He was just stepping through the doorway when another, much more troubling thought came to his mind. He glanced over his shoulder at Mace and more significantly, his wife.
Dad's going to have a bloody field day!
Resigned to another "You're becoming a man now so I thought.." discussion with his father, Zensoko removed his weighted clothing and stepped inside.
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Mouth hanging open in shock, Zensoko's gaze passed over the four newcomers. It wasn't just that he hadn't seen Mace since the Cinder incident and had never seen the girl. It was also that he had been sure that Galak and Jaster dead. It's something to see again someone you assumed was dead, another entirely to see someone you were sure was.
Conflicting thoughts waved through his head: How? Why? Who?! but were waved aside as his rational side took over.
"Well this is one heck of a reunion, I'm guessing you guys (and girl of course) are all pretty hungry. I think we'd all be much more willling to hear each others stories on a full stomach, eh?"
Zensoko grinned and waved a half-hearted apology to the indiginant elderly man who's yard Jarester had landed in.
"Sorry sir, I'll get some students to clean it up."
With that Zensoko led the now larger group into his house, keeping out of the growing conversation until he had had enough to eat to think straight.
He was just stepping through the doorway when another, much more troubling thought came to his mind. He glanced over his shoulder at Mace and more significantly, his wife.
Dad's going to have a bloody field day!
Resigned to another "You're becoming a man now so I thought.." discussion with his father, Zensoko removed his weighted clothing and stepped inside.
My friends seem to be unable to post at the moment (either that or my deplorable writing skills have driven them away) so I'll make a double post to keep the ball rolling.
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Luck was with Zensoko that day, his father was out of town sparring with a few old friends and wouldn't be back for hours. Perhaps his sensing skills were as bad as Vegen kept insisting they were..
"You can take them round back," called his mother as she added another slab of meat to the grill, "Set up on the picnic table, we need to use it more anyway. I'll be right out."
Pausing only to sniff the delicious smell and restrain Vegen and Arthos from running his mother down for a bite, Zensoko led the group out the backdoor and into the garden where a picnic table with a bench on either side sat. He managed to juggle 8 plates by himself while Vegen brought glasses and Arthos carried out a large jug of cool fruit juice ("I wont have any drunk Saiya-Jins in my house, don't think I've forgotten what happened when Trunks and Goten came over!")
While the group sat down and continued their conversation, Zensoko darted back into the house to help his mother bring out the food. She only smirked and shook her head,
"I think Mister Goodwill is more important, if you don't fix his yard he wont be living up to his name for very long."
Sighing with relief (you could lose an arm at a table with just one Saiya-Jin) Zensoko left the house and gathered up a small group of low level trainees.
"I'm sorry to have skipped practice today but I guarantee I had a good reason," Zensoko tried to grin convincingly but it was poor in comparison to the 'Son Grin (tm)' "and I know it's a lot to ask but I could really use your help in this one."
The unenthused group sighed, glaring at the spacepod which was firmly implanted in Mister Goodwill's now scorched yard. They could hear him muttering something about beautiful roses.
"Look," Zensoko turned back to the group with a desperate expression, "I really need this. If you come through for me now I'll teach every last one of you the 12 Eyes technique, I know you'll like it. Especially the more liberal of you."
He pretended not to notice the sparkle in a few of the teenagers eyes and turned back towards the yard.
"You have your missions, back to work kids."
As the group started prying the smoking ship out from the ground, ignoring the old man all the way, Zensoko swiftly made his way towards his own home. He thought he was homefree when he reached for the door handle but instead he was in deeper than he knew.
"What did you do to my uncle's yard?"
A shiver ran up his spine as the now familiar female voice called to him, causing his nerves to twang in fear and embarresment.
Just be natural kid, be natural.
"Who are you calling a kid?! You're only 14!"
"What?"
I have the best of luck, I think it all started when a nice little wolfy gave me a present which I have held to this day..
Stop talking to yourself and talk to the girl. Kid.
Swiveling as if the ground was moving rather than himself, Zensoko turned and smiled nervously.
"M-mister Goodwill is your uncle?"
"My name is Jennifer Goodwill, what do you think?"
It had seemed such a cool day when he had woken up..
"Th-th-thats a n-nice name."
Oh boy..
If you don't shut up I'll kick you out!
In front of your girl-friend?
Yes in f- SHE IS NOT MY GIRL-FRIEND!
Better answer her.
"Huh?" Zensoko focused on the real world again to find her, Jennifer, staring at him expectantly.
"Um, c-could you repeat that?" She gave him an icey glare, indicating that repeating herself wasn't something she was happy about.
"I asked why you weren't cleaning up with your students."
Zensoko glanced over her shoulder at the group then back at her and gestured over his own shoulder.
"I have visitors, friends from out of town and I kinda want to catch.. up.." He trailed off under her glare, obviously he wasn't giving the right answers.
"You made a small scale disaster and now you're sending your students to clean it up because you wanna chat up some old friends?!"
Reduced to a stuttering mess, Zensoko wasn't able to answer her which meant that Zensokzo had a window of oppurtunity. He took control of Zensoko's voice and, with the mans voice slightly gruffer than normal, replied.
"So? I'm their master, I do what I want and they do what they're told. Who asked you for your oppinion?!"
Jennifer stuttered at that, unable to reply due to the severe build up of annoyance which was rapidly evolving into anger. Years of being watched by her father after he met this boy who had forced himself into her life without any prior meeting, who had completely ruined her chances of meeting any guy with her father watching her like a hawk. Her life had completely and utterly sucked because of this person and the only reason she had kept this to herself was that he didn't seem all that bad.
But she now saw him for what he was! An arrogant, good for nothing who was using his fame just like her father had said.
Needless to say Zensoko was also feeling speachless. At least in the physical sense.
What the hell did you just do?!
I have created chemistry between you two, you will thank me when you're married with kids.
Married? Chemistry?! THANK?! She looks like she's going to kill me and I know I'm going to kill you!
I'd block.
Wh?-
She had been brought up in a family of fighters and the result of that was that she wasn't one to pull punches. She had also spent a lot of time training making her a formidable opponent, especially for someone unprepared for an attack. Her right hook slammed into Zensoko's face and sent him stumbling backwards, by the time he recovered enough of his common sense to call for her she was gone from sight.
He could still hear her though, cursing loudly at all people with incredibly hard heads.
"She seemed nice," Zensoko had only begun to relax when he heard his father's voice, "Quite the fire-cracker and very pretty. You two ever gone out?"
"No," came Zenosko's dead toned reply, "How long have you been here?"
"Since she called you, I saw that little trick Zensokzo pulled. I knew he was on my side all along."
Zensoko gave a little mock bow,
"I'm glad you enjoyed the show Dad but as you can see, I wont be seeing her again."
His father landed a few feet away and kicked off the weights he had been wearing for his sparring match. He removed a towel from around his neck and rubbed his black/grayish hair free of sweat before dropping it beside the weights.
He opened the door and stepped inside, not looking to see if Zensoko would follow.
"I wouldn't be so sure Zensoko, didn't I ever tell you how I met your mother?"
Cursing all women in general, black eyes and fathers, Zensoko followed his own father inside.
I think you two will make a nice couple.
I. Hate. You.
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Not a mindboggling affect to the story, just keeping the thread active until the others are ready to post. Sorry if any of you guys were hoping for a fight scene.
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Luck was with Zensoko that day, his father was out of town sparring with a few old friends and wouldn't be back for hours. Perhaps his sensing skills were as bad as Vegen kept insisting they were..
"You can take them round back," called his mother as she added another slab of meat to the grill, "Set up on the picnic table, we need to use it more anyway. I'll be right out."
Pausing only to sniff the delicious smell and restrain Vegen and Arthos from running his mother down for a bite, Zensoko led the group out the backdoor and into the garden where a picnic table with a bench on either side sat. He managed to juggle 8 plates by himself while Vegen brought glasses and Arthos carried out a large jug of cool fruit juice ("I wont have any drunk Saiya-Jins in my house, don't think I've forgotten what happened when Trunks and Goten came over!")
While the group sat down and continued their conversation, Zensoko darted back into the house to help his mother bring out the food. She only smirked and shook her head,
"I think Mister Goodwill is more important, if you don't fix his yard he wont be living up to his name for very long."
Sighing with relief (you could lose an arm at a table with just one Saiya-Jin) Zensoko left the house and gathered up a small group of low level trainees.
"I'm sorry to have skipped practice today but I guarantee I had a good reason," Zensoko tried to grin convincingly but it was poor in comparison to the 'Son Grin (tm)' "and I know it's a lot to ask but I could really use your help in this one."
The unenthused group sighed, glaring at the spacepod which was firmly implanted in Mister Goodwill's now scorched yard. They could hear him muttering something about beautiful roses.
"Look," Zensoko turned back to the group with a desperate expression, "I really need this. If you come through for me now I'll teach every last one of you the 12 Eyes technique, I know you'll like it. Especially the more liberal of you."
He pretended not to notice the sparkle in a few of the teenagers eyes and turned back towards the yard.
"You have your missions, back to work kids."
As the group started prying the smoking ship out from the ground, ignoring the old man all the way, Zensoko swiftly made his way towards his own home. He thought he was homefree when he reached for the door handle but instead he was in deeper than he knew.
"What did you do to my uncle's yard?"
A shiver ran up his spine as the now familiar female voice called to him, causing his nerves to twang in fear and embarresment.
Just be natural kid, be natural.
"Who are you calling a kid?! You're only 14!"
"What?"
I have the best of luck, I think it all started when a nice little wolfy gave me a present which I have held to this day..
Stop talking to yourself and talk to the girl. Kid.
Swiveling as if the ground was moving rather than himself, Zensoko turned and smiled nervously.
"M-mister Goodwill is your uncle?"
"My name is Jennifer Goodwill, what do you think?"
It had seemed such a cool day when he had woken up..
"Th-th-thats a n-nice name."
Oh boy..
If you don't shut up I'll kick you out!
In front of your girl-friend?
Yes in f- SHE IS NOT MY GIRL-FRIEND!
Better answer her.
"Huh?" Zensoko focused on the real world again to find her, Jennifer, staring at him expectantly.
"Um, c-could you repeat that?" She gave him an icey glare, indicating that repeating herself wasn't something she was happy about.
"I asked why you weren't cleaning up with your students."
Zensoko glanced over her shoulder at the group then back at her and gestured over his own shoulder.
"I have visitors, friends from out of town and I kinda want to catch.. up.." He trailed off under her glare, obviously he wasn't giving the right answers.
"You made a small scale disaster and now you're sending your students to clean it up because you wanna chat up some old friends?!"
Reduced to a stuttering mess, Zensoko wasn't able to answer her which meant that Zensokzo had a window of oppurtunity. He took control of Zensoko's voice and, with the mans voice slightly gruffer than normal, replied.
"So? I'm their master, I do what I want and they do what they're told. Who asked you for your oppinion?!"
Jennifer stuttered at that, unable to reply due to the severe build up of annoyance which was rapidly evolving into anger. Years of being watched by her father after he met this boy who had forced himself into her life without any prior meeting, who had completely ruined her chances of meeting any guy with her father watching her like a hawk. Her life had completely and utterly sucked because of this person and the only reason she had kept this to herself was that he didn't seem all that bad.
But she now saw him for what he was! An arrogant, good for nothing who was using his fame just like her father had said.
Needless to say Zensoko was also feeling speachless. At least in the physical sense.
What the hell did you just do?!
I have created chemistry between you two, you will thank me when you're married with kids.
Married? Chemistry?! THANK?! She looks like she's going to kill me and I know I'm going to kill you!
I'd block.
Wh?-
She had been brought up in a family of fighters and the result of that was that she wasn't one to pull punches. She had also spent a lot of time training making her a formidable opponent, especially for someone unprepared for an attack. Her right hook slammed into Zensoko's face and sent him stumbling backwards, by the time he recovered enough of his common sense to call for her she was gone from sight.
He could still hear her though, cursing loudly at all people with incredibly hard heads.
"She seemed nice," Zensoko had only begun to relax when he heard his father's voice, "Quite the fire-cracker and very pretty. You two ever gone out?"
"No," came Zenosko's dead toned reply, "How long have you been here?"
"Since she called you, I saw that little trick Zensokzo pulled. I knew he was on my side all along."
Zensoko gave a little mock bow,
"I'm glad you enjoyed the show Dad but as you can see, I wont be seeing her again."
His father landed a few feet away and kicked off the weights he had been wearing for his sparring match. He removed a towel from around his neck and rubbed his black/grayish hair free of sweat before dropping it beside the weights.
He opened the door and stepped inside, not looking to see if Zensoko would follow.
"I wouldn't be so sure Zensoko, didn't I ever tell you how I met your mother?"
Cursing all women in general, black eyes and fathers, Zensoko followed his own father inside.
I think you two will make a nice couple.
I. Hate. You.
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Vegen had snuck out from the rest barely containing his laughter as the young girl grilled Zensoko. He went out into the field and crossed his legs floating in the air slighty. Waves of energy silently emitted from his body, though under complete control.
"Man, I don't think ill ever get the image of Zensoko getting caught off guard by a girl." he suddenly cracked up and fell out of mid-air because of his laughter. He looked around suddenly knowing someone was watching.
"Who's there?" His voice echoed around, "Where, who are you?"
Suddenly someone jumped out of a bush.
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"Man, I don't think ill ever get the image of Zensoko getting caught off guard by a girl." he suddenly cracked up and fell out of mid-air because of his laughter. He looked around suddenly knowing someone was watching.
"Who's there?" His voice echoed around, "Where, who are you?"
Suddenly someone jumped out of a bush.
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Jaster sat down in an arm chair in the living room. He looked around as he puffed on his stogie. He chuckled to himself about the events that just transpired.
Arthos took a seat on a nearby couch.
"Where you been you old lion."
Jaster removed the stogie. "Home. The planet Lyra. Unfinished business. You?"
Arthos stratched his head. "Well, long story, but I'll tell it. I went back to Tarsan. I had discovered that a strange genetic diasease had befallen the Tarsinite race. I had a great idea. If I introduced new genetic material into the genepool, it may greatly help. The only suitable genetic material I could find was either Human, oe Saiyan. Human DNA would have unexpected results. Possibly greatly increasing or greatly reducing the power the race naturally posseses. Understand?"
"Sorta. So?"
"Well, the safer choice would be Saiyan DNA. Unfortunatly, it's in very short supply. I recovered some from myself, and my son. A little from Vegen. The initial experiments worked. Unfortunatly, the new material wasn't diverse enough. It took me 3 years, but I managed to create a scrambler chemical named Mix Master. It allowed me to create diverse enough genetic samples. Let's just say that the Tarsinite race has a little bit of history to have pride in."
Mace and Galak approached. Thier robes were musty as hell.
"We need a change of clothes father."
"Sorry Mace, all I have with me is my leisure suit and a business suit. This was an unplanned vacation. I could use a change too. This lab coat is starting to stink."
Jaster looked around not seeing an ashtray, grabbed Arthos' hand and flicked his ashes into it. "Lucky I don't sweat."
Arthos took a seat on a nearby couch.
"Where you been you old lion."
Jaster removed the stogie. "Home. The planet Lyra. Unfinished business. You?"
Arthos stratched his head. "Well, long story, but I'll tell it. I went back to Tarsan. I had discovered that a strange genetic diasease had befallen the Tarsinite race. I had a great idea. If I introduced new genetic material into the genepool, it may greatly help. The only suitable genetic material I could find was either Human, oe Saiyan. Human DNA would have unexpected results. Possibly greatly increasing or greatly reducing the power the race naturally posseses. Understand?"
"Sorta. So?"
"Well, the safer choice would be Saiyan DNA. Unfortunatly, it's in very short supply. I recovered some from myself, and my son. A little from Vegen. The initial experiments worked. Unfortunatly, the new material wasn't diverse enough. It took me 3 years, but I managed to create a scrambler chemical named Mix Master. It allowed me to create diverse enough genetic samples. Let's just say that the Tarsinite race has a little bit of history to have pride in."
Mace and Galak approached. Thier robes were musty as hell.
"We need a change of clothes father."
"Sorry Mace, all I have with me is my leisure suit and a business suit. This was an unplanned vacation. I could use a change too. This lab coat is starting to stink."
Jaster looked around not seeing an ashtray, grabbed Arthos' hand and flicked his ashes into it. "Lucky I don't sweat."
"A-all of it?!"
Zensoko stared at the picnic table, bare of anything but crumbs and grissel. He had been gone for 15 minutes at the most, how could all the food have been eaten so quickly?!
"No, not all."
Hoping against hope, Zensoko turned slowly and spotted the steaming left overs of the meal in his mothers arms. Five minutes later the whole thing was gone and Zensoko was wandering away a happier person.
So many people to talk to, so little time left in the day.
His mental companion shared his eyes as he glanced around, Vegen was out in a field and he could hear the laughter already. Damn that Saiya-Jin and his hearing! Arthos, Jaster, Galak and Mace were in the living room, Mace's wife was probably around somewhere.
Time to make the rounds?
Yeah, it would save time if we split up. I'll take care of Arthos's family and Jarster, you check up on Saiyan. And don't scare him.
Zensokzo emerged silently from his body, stretching out his limbs and grinning up at Zensoko from all fours.
"If the child is scared by me then we have a lot more work than we planned on."
As the wolf creature padded into the house in search of Saiyan, using all fours mainly for comfort more than anything else, Zensoko smirked and walked into the living room.
Being joined with Zensokzo for so long, Zensoko's senses picked up more than a normal human's would. Granted he didn't have the hearing of Saiya-Jins or Namekians but his was still a little more reliable. Not just hearing though, his sense of smell was also much better. No surprise then when he sneezed after entering the room.
"You guys looking for a change of clothes?" Zensoko eyed the musty robes, then moved onto Arthos who wasn't looking too hygenic himself.
"Mum will have a fit if you guys don't change out of that stuff," pausing to gauge their sizes, Zensoko left and returned a minute later without waiting for argument. He held in his hands three of the training Gi's all his pupil wore, black and white with the insignia of two wolves on the back.
"This stuff should do for now, it's not fancy but Goku practically lives in his Gi so I guess you should be able to survive for a few days." Zensoko paused as he handed the Gi to Mace, "I'm not sure what size your wife is so I couldn't get her one, my mother should be able to fit her out in one though."
He smiled bashfully as he stepped backwards,
"I'm sorry if this sort of clothing isn't to your liking.. You see.."
Zensokzo and Jaster might not sweat but Zensoko was beginning to.
"I have become.. or will become when I'm older or something like that.. the Wolf Master.."
On planet Earth there were (and still was) various masters of different Martial Arts. Roshi was the Turtle Master, he taught Strength and Endurance. Korin was the Cat Master, he taught stealth and speed. And there had been the Crane master who taught flight, which was a rarety in the old days.
And the Wolf Master, here Zensoko was basically making it up as he went along. In his mind the Wolf Master should teach loyalty and team work. So Zensoko, hoping to be a Master one day, taught the Fusion technique along with how to fight in a group from the days when he fought alongside the strongest warriors the world had ever seen.
"And that is why I have the insignia of the two wolves, white and black. I just thought you should know before you decided whether or not to put them on."
He felt embarresed but couldn't think of a good reason for it, it was almost as if he had been caught stealing something. Or doing something wrong. It had, he realised suddenly, to do with the fact that Arthos was from a time when he was just a part of the pack. Now he had formed his own pack and he was looking for, hoping for approval. Strange..
He glanced at Jarster in order to avoid thinking of his embarresment.
"Zensokzo never had much of a problem with sweating and I assume you're the same way. Doesn't mean we cant be gracious though, my mother seems to specialise in making clothes for those not quite.. average." Zensoko frowned at the cigar, knowing what his mother would say.
"Um.. you might want to find somewhere to put that when my mom comes back, she isn't fond of smoking." His gaze travelled to Arthos who was holding his Gi in one hand and ash in the other, "Or mess. You might want to toss that outside."
He stepped back and looked over the group,
"You don't need to worry about just one set of clothes, Bulma isn't too fond of making Saiya-Jin armour but she's a friend so I think she'll make an exception. So if you're okay with that sort of clothing, I could get you some tommorow."
Sitting down on the couch opposite the one Arthos was using, Zensoko allowed himself to relax a little. He leaned his head back against the wall and smiled,
"Now it's time to start telling stories. We've all got a good one, I'll bet, but I think I should explain mine first. I suppose it started back in a barbecue a few months after we saved the universe as we know it.."
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Padding through the house silently, Zensokzo honed in on Saiyan's Ki easily. Even powered down Saiyan stood out like a lightbulb in a dark room. He paused before entering the room Saiyan was in and growled in a way of introduction, then moved inside.
"How you holding up, kid?"
Zensoko stared at the picnic table, bare of anything but crumbs and grissel. He had been gone for 15 minutes at the most, how could all the food have been eaten so quickly?!
"No, not all."
Hoping against hope, Zensoko turned slowly and spotted the steaming left overs of the meal in his mothers arms. Five minutes later the whole thing was gone and Zensoko was wandering away a happier person.
So many people to talk to, so little time left in the day.
His mental companion shared his eyes as he glanced around, Vegen was out in a field and he could hear the laughter already. Damn that Saiya-Jin and his hearing! Arthos, Jaster, Galak and Mace were in the living room, Mace's wife was probably around somewhere.
Time to make the rounds?
Yeah, it would save time if we split up. I'll take care of Arthos's family and Jarster, you check up on Saiyan. And don't scare him.
Zensokzo emerged silently from his body, stretching out his limbs and grinning up at Zensoko from all fours.
"If the child is scared by me then we have a lot more work than we planned on."
As the wolf creature padded into the house in search of Saiyan, using all fours mainly for comfort more than anything else, Zensoko smirked and walked into the living room.
Being joined with Zensokzo for so long, Zensoko's senses picked up more than a normal human's would. Granted he didn't have the hearing of Saiya-Jins or Namekians but his was still a little more reliable. Not just hearing though, his sense of smell was also much better. No surprise then when he sneezed after entering the room.
"You guys looking for a change of clothes?" Zensoko eyed the musty robes, then moved onto Arthos who wasn't looking too hygenic himself.
"Mum will have a fit if you guys don't change out of that stuff," pausing to gauge their sizes, Zensoko left and returned a minute later without waiting for argument. He held in his hands three of the training Gi's all his pupil wore, black and white with the insignia of two wolves on the back.
"This stuff should do for now, it's not fancy but Goku practically lives in his Gi so I guess you should be able to survive for a few days." Zensoko paused as he handed the Gi to Mace, "I'm not sure what size your wife is so I couldn't get her one, my mother should be able to fit her out in one though."
He smiled bashfully as he stepped backwards,
"I'm sorry if this sort of clothing isn't to your liking.. You see.."
Zensokzo and Jaster might not sweat but Zensoko was beginning to.
"I have become.. or will become when I'm older or something like that.. the Wolf Master.."
On planet Earth there were (and still was) various masters of different Martial Arts. Roshi was the Turtle Master, he taught Strength and Endurance. Korin was the Cat Master, he taught stealth and speed. And there had been the Crane master who taught flight, which was a rarety in the old days.
And the Wolf Master, here Zensoko was basically making it up as he went along. In his mind the Wolf Master should teach loyalty and team work. So Zensoko, hoping to be a Master one day, taught the Fusion technique along with how to fight in a group from the days when he fought alongside the strongest warriors the world had ever seen.
"And that is why I have the insignia of the two wolves, white and black. I just thought you should know before you decided whether or not to put them on."
He felt embarresed but couldn't think of a good reason for it, it was almost as if he had been caught stealing something. Or doing something wrong. It had, he realised suddenly, to do with the fact that Arthos was from a time when he was just a part of the pack. Now he had formed his own pack and he was looking for, hoping for approval. Strange..
He glanced at Jarster in order to avoid thinking of his embarresment.
"Zensokzo never had much of a problem with sweating and I assume you're the same way. Doesn't mean we cant be gracious though, my mother seems to specialise in making clothes for those not quite.. average." Zensoko frowned at the cigar, knowing what his mother would say.
"Um.. you might want to find somewhere to put that when my mom comes back, she isn't fond of smoking." His gaze travelled to Arthos who was holding his Gi in one hand and ash in the other, "Or mess. You might want to toss that outside."
He stepped back and looked over the group,
"You don't need to worry about just one set of clothes, Bulma isn't too fond of making Saiya-Jin armour but she's a friend so I think she'll make an exception. So if you're okay with that sort of clothing, I could get you some tommorow."
Sitting down on the couch opposite the one Arthos was using, Zensoko allowed himself to relax a little. He leaned his head back against the wall and smiled,
"Now it's time to start telling stories. We've all got a good one, I'll bet, but I think I should explain mine first. I suppose it started back in a barbecue a few months after we saved the universe as we know it.."
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Padding through the house silently, Zensokzo honed in on Saiyan's Ki easily. Even powered down Saiyan stood out like a lightbulb in a dark room. He paused before entering the room Saiyan was in and growled in a way of introduction, then moved inside.
"How you holding up, kid?"