Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on May 9, 2016 20:37:10 GMT -5
Jie Shan breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he was done for the day. As he set aside the last paper on his desk, he let loose a little shout for joy. He cared not who heard him. His mind was already far from the office. It was already seated at a bar, knocking back shots of fierce Saiyan liquor, stuff that really burned a throat and put hair on one’s chest. He had every intention to get blackout drunk tonight. It would be a good night if he did. Of course, getting that drunk meant that he’d be have to do without memories of the evening or even dreams during his drunken sleep. And he didn’t mind the idea of that at all. If his father were telling the truth, it would mean he’d lie still for at least a night.
Jie Shan prepared to leave his office. As he made for the door, he picked up the blade that he left lying against the side of his desk. He felt naked without it, and he scarcely went anywhere without it. Gods knew that the day he forgot it would be the day he needed it most, so he made a habit of making sure it was strapped to his back whenever he was out and about. Thankfully, it did not attract many looks among Saiyans. They were a warrior race. It would be more odd if they didn’t carry weapons.
But Jie Shan attracted looks anyway. How could he not? In his mind, not only was he devilishly handsome, but he also attracted stares because of his display in the arena. He figured that when one transforms into a legendary state amid lightning and earth shaking displays, that person tended to attract a stare or two. And it was not as if he minded. He enjoyed the attention quite thoroughly. For a halfblood, acceptance like this was more than he could ever hope for. And, of course, it came with the attention of women. And he certainly did not mind that. Of course, it probably didn’t impress the ones he cared about most…
He shrugged it off as he finally left the building. No matter, he thought, he was bar-ward bound. There were sure to be any numbers of ways to fill that desire. At the very least, he’d be able to poke fun at Carota as he tried his luck. And that always made for a good time. Cornel and Jie Shan had once made a game to go along with it. One shot for each time Carota had struck out, two if he she spoke to him for more than two minutes, and a whole bottle if he successfully wooed his target. They did not finish off too many bottles.
It was a nice day on Natto. Though, he thought to himself, any day in which he wasn’t fighting for his life or dealing with crashlanded Saiyanesses was a good day. He chuckled as he walked down the street towards the bar. How far had his standards for a good day fallen? Would he ever reach a point where he could say ‘Well, I didn’t lose a limb today, so it wasn’t bad’? If he ever reached that point, perhaps he should just retire. He knew that Saiyans were supposed to go down fighting, but he’d like to enjoy the last few moments of his life. Come to think of it, if he could spend them in a bar, that would be preferable.
Finally, he reached the bar and was delighted to see that his friends were already waiting for him. “Jie Shan!” Exclaimed Carota, “What the Hell, man! We’ve been waiting for like half an hour!” Cornel simply shook his head and sighed, as if to say ‘this guy’. But Jie Shan simply shrugged him off and said, “Well, Carota, somebody has to keep this planet from destroying itself. Lemme know when you want to swap places. I’d be glad for a break.”
“Fine,” shouted Carota, “Tomorrow morning, I’ll take over! And when the Overseer gets back, he’ll be so impressed, he’ll promote me all the way up.”
Jie Shan shook his head and barked a harsh laugh. “As if,” he scoffed, “No way I’d let you do anything like that. Man, I wouldn’t even let you touch my stapler. You’d probably kill somebody with it by accident.”
“Man,” sighed Carota, “You have so little faith in me it hurts, Jie Shan.”
“For good reason,” grunted Cornel, “Do you remember the time you almost stranded us on that desert planet? Because I sure remember. I was ready to throttle you.”
“Hey,” whined Carota, “Everyone makes mistakes!”
“Yes,” chipped in Jie Shan, “But not everyone nearly kills their friends with their mistakes.”
“Well, uh…” stammered Carota, “Ah, screw this! Let’s just get to drinking!”
“Finally,” sighed Cornel, “You’re speaking my language.”
The trio entered the bar and immediately claimed three seats. Jie Shan felt eyes lock onto him, and heard murmurs in the ground.
“The counselor…” came one voice.
“He’s a freakin’ Super Saiyan,” came another.
“I heard he once cut a man clean in half with that sword of his,” said a gruff voice in the crowd.
“I see somebody is popular,” chuckled Cornel. Jie Shan smirked and shook his head. “As it should be,” said the hybrid. Carota elbowed him in the ribs.
“Hey, Jie Shan,” whispered his friend, “Do you think you could wingman for me? The chicks would be all over me if they knew I was best friends with Jie Shan Lan Dian.”
“What’s the matter?” Whispered Jie Shan back, “Can’t score on your own?”
“Hey now,” grunted Carota, “A little help never hurt anybody. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. You know how it works.”
Jie Shan sighed. “Carota, what could you possibly have that I want? I don’t need help getting women.”
“I could help you out with Potana,” he shot back.
Jie Shan felt his heart skip a beat. But he quickly recovered and played it off with a laugh. “Carota, I’m pretty sure that she hates you,” he said.
“Look!” Whispered Carota harshly, “Are you going to help me or not, asshole? Remember, we’re basically blood brothers!”
“Fine,” Jie Shan, “But only once. So really pick out someone you’re into when you want my help.”
“Aw, sweet!” Exclaimed-whispered Carota, “You’re the best, bud! I knew you wouldn’t let me down!”
“Yeah, yeah,” mumbled Jie Shan, “Now let me get a drink.”
Carota broke from the group to go and pursue the women of the bar, leaving Jie Shan sat alone with Cornel at the bar. “Damn, Cornel,” sighed Jie Shan loudly, “I don’t think that guy has any breaks.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” agree Cornel, “The kid is more animal than person sometimes. You’d think he’d never seen a girl before. One day, he’s gonna end up with so many kids he’ll be able to have his own squad.”
“I know right?” Snorted Jie Shan, “Though I bet you’ve got plenty yourself out there.”
Cornel laughed, a deep bark of laughter. “No, no,” he enthused, “I’m quite sure that I don’t. I’d know, trust me.”
“Aw come on,” teased Jie Shan, “No lovely lady in a port of call on some backwater planet have a brat of yours?”
“Nope. I can say that with one hundred percent certainty,” chuckled Cornel.
“Why’s that? No woman ever want to have her kid inherit that ugly mug of yours?” Jabbed Jie Shan.
Cornel coughed. “Well, no,” he said plainly, “It’s because I prefer my partners a little more on the… male side.”
“Oh,” said Jie Shan, “Uh, sorry. Um, didn’t mean to tease you like that.”
“Nah,” said Cornel with a shake of his head, “And besides, I prefer to think of you guys as my kids. You, Carota, Potana… Hell, you kids were just sprouts when you got assigned to me. ‘Course, you came along a little later, Jie Shan, but I still consider you one of mine.”
Jie Shan smiled. Not a smirk, not a grin, but a real smile. “Thanks, Cornel. That… That means a lot to me. It really does.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jie Shan,” said Cornel, “Now! On to drinking! Bartender! Two over here! Give us the Vegetian brew!”
The two of them drank for some time, retelling stories of their time as a squad. And Jie Shan felt happy. Perhaps it was the booze spreading through his body, but his heart was light and free of pressures. At least for a time.
And soon, Carota came back. “Hey, Jie Shan,” slurred Carota, speaking right into Jie Shan’s ear, “I found the perfect girl. Come on, man, help me out.”
Jie Shan pounded back his last drink. He was eager. “Alright, man!” He exclaimed, “Let’s go!” Carota led him to the girl, and suddenly Jie Shan saw why he was interested: she was beautiful, very much so. At least through the lens of liquor. He turned to his friend and shot him a thumbs up. And then he approached her. “Hey,” he said, the alcohol plain on his breath, “You know who I am. I’m Jie Shan, I’ve got that whole Super Saiyan thing going on. But you know who you should get to know? My buddy over there, Carota.”
She said something, something Jie Shan did not hear through the haze of it all. But he thought he caught the word “boyfriend”. And suddenly, he felt a rather large hand on his shoulder. He spun around, and a large, angry Saiyan was shouting at him. Seconds passed, and Jie Shan said something that he’d already forgotten. This only made the larger Saiyan angry and he swung for Jie Shan’s face. And surprisingly, he actually connected. Jie Shan was vaguely aware the fist connected. He did not feel pain, or even a slightly tickle. “Now why’d you do that?” Slurred Jie Shan.
The Saiyan shouted something again. And this time, he pulled back his first and brilliant green light appeared in the man’s hand. Well, thought Jie Shan, that wasn’t good. He shuffled his feet and eyed the man, trying to gauge whether or not to just take the blow or dodge it. No, he thought, better not risk it. And besides: he liked a challenge.
The man let the attack fly. And in response, Jie Shan flooded his entire body with ki. More ki than normal. So much ki, in fact, he felt wild, as if he was moving faster than he’d ever moved before. He turned back. And it was as if he were looking in the mirror. A perfect image of him stared back, even more perfect than the kind that resulted from the afterimage technique. Perhaps there was something to be said for drunk fighting.
Jie Shan immediately went into the Super Saiyan state, almost on reflex. The golden glow of his aura illuminated the room and people looked on in, what looked to drunken Jie Shan, awe. He looked at the man with his now teal eyes and drunkenly smirked. “So,” he slurred, “Do you wanna keep this going, or are we gonna talk about this like adults?”
And whatever would come it, Jie Shan would not remember. In his mind, he was barely there already. But he was happy. There’d be no dreams tonight and he’d be better off for it.
(I'll take zeni for this, please! Also, learning (ST-3) Wild Sense)
Jie Shan prepared to leave his office. As he made for the door, he picked up the blade that he left lying against the side of his desk. He felt naked without it, and he scarcely went anywhere without it. Gods knew that the day he forgot it would be the day he needed it most, so he made a habit of making sure it was strapped to his back whenever he was out and about. Thankfully, it did not attract many looks among Saiyans. They were a warrior race. It would be more odd if they didn’t carry weapons.
But Jie Shan attracted looks anyway. How could he not? In his mind, not only was he devilishly handsome, but he also attracted stares because of his display in the arena. He figured that when one transforms into a legendary state amid lightning and earth shaking displays, that person tended to attract a stare or two. And it was not as if he minded. He enjoyed the attention quite thoroughly. For a halfblood, acceptance like this was more than he could ever hope for. And, of course, it came with the attention of women. And he certainly did not mind that. Of course, it probably didn’t impress the ones he cared about most…
He shrugged it off as he finally left the building. No matter, he thought, he was bar-ward bound. There were sure to be any numbers of ways to fill that desire. At the very least, he’d be able to poke fun at Carota as he tried his luck. And that always made for a good time. Cornel and Jie Shan had once made a game to go along with it. One shot for each time Carota had struck out, two if he she spoke to him for more than two minutes, and a whole bottle if he successfully wooed his target. They did not finish off too many bottles.
It was a nice day on Natto. Though, he thought to himself, any day in which he wasn’t fighting for his life or dealing with crashlanded Saiyanesses was a good day. He chuckled as he walked down the street towards the bar. How far had his standards for a good day fallen? Would he ever reach a point where he could say ‘Well, I didn’t lose a limb today, so it wasn’t bad’? If he ever reached that point, perhaps he should just retire. He knew that Saiyans were supposed to go down fighting, but he’d like to enjoy the last few moments of his life. Come to think of it, if he could spend them in a bar, that would be preferable.
Finally, he reached the bar and was delighted to see that his friends were already waiting for him. “Jie Shan!” Exclaimed Carota, “What the Hell, man! We’ve been waiting for like half an hour!” Cornel simply shook his head and sighed, as if to say ‘this guy’. But Jie Shan simply shrugged him off and said, “Well, Carota, somebody has to keep this planet from destroying itself. Lemme know when you want to swap places. I’d be glad for a break.”
“Fine,” shouted Carota, “Tomorrow morning, I’ll take over! And when the Overseer gets back, he’ll be so impressed, he’ll promote me all the way up.”
Jie Shan shook his head and barked a harsh laugh. “As if,” he scoffed, “No way I’d let you do anything like that. Man, I wouldn’t even let you touch my stapler. You’d probably kill somebody with it by accident.”
“Man,” sighed Carota, “You have so little faith in me it hurts, Jie Shan.”
“For good reason,” grunted Cornel, “Do you remember the time you almost stranded us on that desert planet? Because I sure remember. I was ready to throttle you.”
“Hey,” whined Carota, “Everyone makes mistakes!”
“Yes,” chipped in Jie Shan, “But not everyone nearly kills their friends with their mistakes.”
“Well, uh…” stammered Carota, “Ah, screw this! Let’s just get to drinking!”
“Finally,” sighed Cornel, “You’re speaking my language.”
The trio entered the bar and immediately claimed three seats. Jie Shan felt eyes lock onto him, and heard murmurs in the ground.
“The counselor…” came one voice.
“He’s a freakin’ Super Saiyan,” came another.
“I heard he once cut a man clean in half with that sword of his,” said a gruff voice in the crowd.
“I see somebody is popular,” chuckled Cornel. Jie Shan smirked and shook his head. “As it should be,” said the hybrid. Carota elbowed him in the ribs.
“Hey, Jie Shan,” whispered his friend, “Do you think you could wingman for me? The chicks would be all over me if they knew I was best friends with Jie Shan Lan Dian.”
“What’s the matter?” Whispered Jie Shan back, “Can’t score on your own?”
“Hey now,” grunted Carota, “A little help never hurt anybody. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. You know how it works.”
Jie Shan sighed. “Carota, what could you possibly have that I want? I don’t need help getting women.”
“I could help you out with Potana,” he shot back.
Jie Shan felt his heart skip a beat. But he quickly recovered and played it off with a laugh. “Carota, I’m pretty sure that she hates you,” he said.
“Look!” Whispered Carota harshly, “Are you going to help me or not, asshole? Remember, we’re basically blood brothers!”
“Fine,” Jie Shan, “But only once. So really pick out someone you’re into when you want my help.”
“Aw, sweet!” Exclaimed-whispered Carota, “You’re the best, bud! I knew you wouldn’t let me down!”
“Yeah, yeah,” mumbled Jie Shan, “Now let me get a drink.”
Carota broke from the group to go and pursue the women of the bar, leaving Jie Shan sat alone with Cornel at the bar. “Damn, Cornel,” sighed Jie Shan loudly, “I don’t think that guy has any breaks.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” agree Cornel, “The kid is more animal than person sometimes. You’d think he’d never seen a girl before. One day, he’s gonna end up with so many kids he’ll be able to have his own squad.”
“I know right?” Snorted Jie Shan, “Though I bet you’ve got plenty yourself out there.”
Cornel laughed, a deep bark of laughter. “No, no,” he enthused, “I’m quite sure that I don’t. I’d know, trust me.”
“Aw come on,” teased Jie Shan, “No lovely lady in a port of call on some backwater planet have a brat of yours?”
“Nope. I can say that with one hundred percent certainty,” chuckled Cornel.
“Why’s that? No woman ever want to have her kid inherit that ugly mug of yours?” Jabbed Jie Shan.
Cornel coughed. “Well, no,” he said plainly, “It’s because I prefer my partners a little more on the… male side.”
“Oh,” said Jie Shan, “Uh, sorry. Um, didn’t mean to tease you like that.”
“Nah,” said Cornel with a shake of his head, “And besides, I prefer to think of you guys as my kids. You, Carota, Potana… Hell, you kids were just sprouts when you got assigned to me. ‘Course, you came along a little later, Jie Shan, but I still consider you one of mine.”
Jie Shan smiled. Not a smirk, not a grin, but a real smile. “Thanks, Cornel. That… That means a lot to me. It really does.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jie Shan,” said Cornel, “Now! On to drinking! Bartender! Two over here! Give us the Vegetian brew!”
The two of them drank for some time, retelling stories of their time as a squad. And Jie Shan felt happy. Perhaps it was the booze spreading through his body, but his heart was light and free of pressures. At least for a time.
And soon, Carota came back. “Hey, Jie Shan,” slurred Carota, speaking right into Jie Shan’s ear, “I found the perfect girl. Come on, man, help me out.”
Jie Shan pounded back his last drink. He was eager. “Alright, man!” He exclaimed, “Let’s go!” Carota led him to the girl, and suddenly Jie Shan saw why he was interested: she was beautiful, very much so. At least through the lens of liquor. He turned to his friend and shot him a thumbs up. And then he approached her. “Hey,” he said, the alcohol plain on his breath, “You know who I am. I’m Jie Shan, I’ve got that whole Super Saiyan thing going on. But you know who you should get to know? My buddy over there, Carota.”
She said something, something Jie Shan did not hear through the haze of it all. But he thought he caught the word “boyfriend”. And suddenly, he felt a rather large hand on his shoulder. He spun around, and a large, angry Saiyan was shouting at him. Seconds passed, and Jie Shan said something that he’d already forgotten. This only made the larger Saiyan angry and he swung for Jie Shan’s face. And surprisingly, he actually connected. Jie Shan was vaguely aware the fist connected. He did not feel pain, or even a slightly tickle. “Now why’d you do that?” Slurred Jie Shan.
The Saiyan shouted something again. And this time, he pulled back his first and brilliant green light appeared in the man’s hand. Well, thought Jie Shan, that wasn’t good. He shuffled his feet and eyed the man, trying to gauge whether or not to just take the blow or dodge it. No, he thought, better not risk it. And besides: he liked a challenge.
The man let the attack fly. And in response, Jie Shan flooded his entire body with ki. More ki than normal. So much ki, in fact, he felt wild, as if he was moving faster than he’d ever moved before. He turned back. And it was as if he were looking in the mirror. A perfect image of him stared back, even more perfect than the kind that resulted from the afterimage technique. Perhaps there was something to be said for drunk fighting.
Jie Shan immediately went into the Super Saiyan state, almost on reflex. The golden glow of his aura illuminated the room and people looked on in, what looked to drunken Jie Shan, awe. He looked at the man with his now teal eyes and drunkenly smirked. “So,” he slurred, “Do you wanna keep this going, or are we gonna talk about this like adults?”
And whatever would come it, Jie Shan would not remember. In his mind, he was barely there already. But he was happy. There’d be no dreams tonight and he’d be better off for it.
(I'll take zeni for this, please! Also, learning (ST-3) Wild Sense)
