Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 19:09:37 GMT -5
"God..fuck my life.." Onio grunted, groaning lowly as he turned his head. His hair coming over his forehead and covering his eyes a tad. In his hands, a large black sphere with a golden pupil right smack in the middle. The Saiyajin's body was aching; bad. Gashes and tears had been placed all over his bodysuit, on his arms, legs, thighs, hips, shoulders and so on and so forth. Even his armor, the powerful shell that many Saiyajin's had the liberty of using to guard their torsos. Onio's breathing had been somewhat ragged and tough, as he had suffered quite the beat down when he was on that uncharted planet somewhere in the cosmos. His proof of victory the right eye of the dread dragon he dare fight whilst on said planet. As Onio's head was turned to the side, his peripherals were still functioning, quite well in fact. Able to bless him with the sight and ability to obtain the knowledge that a ship was exiting Vegeta's territories. The man inside unable to be identified, yet Onio passing it off as nothing. All he really cared about at the moment was docking and healing himself up. He deserved as much; After all, he wrestled and maimed a fucking dragon! Chuckling to himself, the male's eyes had closed half way. His brows relaxed and showing no signs of stress or negativity, His lips curved to a slightly smug grin. Realizing that he totally destroyed a mythological creature and took it's god damned eyeball successfully. Chuckling weakly more, Onio felt the increase of gravity set in on his ship. He wasa just about ready to land on the crimson red outskirts of Vegeta. As if he needed more red in his life, right? None the less, the bone white orb of transportation had dropped into the central wastelands of Vegeta, landing with a large conjuration of dust and rock. Onio's ship seemingly unscathed, though. Needless to say, Onio was somewhat sluggish on exit.
His body lurching forward and his right arm extended out, pushing the hatch of his pod open. An unsettling sound effect of smoke being released filling the air as it rose and allowed exit and entry all the same. Onio scooting up little by little, his butt raised and legs taking him out. In no time whatsoever, he had gotten up and out of the pod. The large optic still in his right arm. Something quite peculiar about it, though; The pupil..it still moved and searched as if it was still lodged in the eye socket of the great beast that Onio had defeated in the game of combat. As Onio rose out of his pod, he had brought his chin up some. Scanning and surveying the planet that he was born and trained on. Taking in the sweet, beautiful stench of war and blood into his nostrils and pushing it out of his mouth, through grit teeth. God, he loved it! It didn;t matter who was on Vegeta, so long as there was battle qand blood shed, he was at home and patriotic for it. Whipping his head to the side swiftly, Onio restyled his mohawk to it's rightful position. The hanging spike located between his eyes, rather than right over the right or left. Placing his open left hand on his stomach, the man had noticed something about himself: He was sure as hell that he was hungry! The loud roar of need leaving his body. Lucky for him, he had lunch right in his right hand. Onio had trotted off to obtain supplies. This activity taking only a mere ten minutes or so, as all he really required was some flammable stone and a few makeshift skewers. Such items easily gained and used for his well being. A flame being easily manifested and the eyeball stabbed dead center by a thin stick found laying beneath a tree. Onio thinking,
"Now, for the roast cycle. Mmm..~"
Alas, the cook time would take a lot longer than hoped. Instead of sitting down and taking a cool down, Onio had sprung up. Hopping form heel to heel, hitting his butt with his heel to make sure his limbs were still functional and able. Upon inspection's finish, the male had dug his heels into the star's ground. Taking a defensive style of stance and narrowing his eyes. "Ready..set..one, two, one, two, one, two..!!" Onio bounced form side to side whilst getting ready, but snapped still as he began to issue quick jabs and shorts. His left and right fist taking turns into movement, their speed unmatched and moving at the speed of a bullet. Hell, the Hunter himself would be more than willing to wager that he outclassed a bullet ten fold. He was simply that confident. And, not only this, but he knew damn well that he could back up his claims with his left and right fists respectively. In the blink of an eye, Onio's fingers unfurled form his palms and opened. Orbs being shot out quickly, his power of Ki still more than functional and that was acceptable to the Saiyajin. Halting movement, Onio had stood up tall. His hands snaking up his side, chest, neck and eventually to his jaw, Onio flicked his wrist. Effectively cracking his neck and following suit by cracking his knuckles and fingers. Once again, the male had taken in a good amount of air through his nostrils and exhaling through his teeth. Dropping to his rear end once more, he had decided to check on his roast: It was ready. Onio exerting a sigh of relief, his hand swiping the skewer's exposed handle off of the flame and examining his meal. Licking his lips, the Saiyajin had chowed down quickly. Taking large bites and swallowing. A pattern established in which he'd take several large bites before swallowing, albeit nearly choking several times. Breathing somewhat heavily as he finished, dropping onto his back and patting his filled belly.
"Gotta..gotta..keep moving..phew..~"
He had gotten up sluggishly, rising to his feet and yawning into his palm. Walking away form the fire and left over stick, and heading into the city of Vegeta, in search of fun and challenge. If he was to be stationed on his home planet, he'd make the most of it.
His body lurching forward and his right arm extended out, pushing the hatch of his pod open. An unsettling sound effect of smoke being released filling the air as it rose and allowed exit and entry all the same. Onio scooting up little by little, his butt raised and legs taking him out. In no time whatsoever, he had gotten up and out of the pod. The large optic still in his right arm. Something quite peculiar about it, though; The pupil..it still moved and searched as if it was still lodged in the eye socket of the great beast that Onio had defeated in the game of combat. As Onio rose out of his pod, he had brought his chin up some. Scanning and surveying the planet that he was born and trained on. Taking in the sweet, beautiful stench of war and blood into his nostrils and pushing it out of his mouth, through grit teeth. God, he loved it! It didn;t matter who was on Vegeta, so long as there was battle qand blood shed, he was at home and patriotic for it. Whipping his head to the side swiftly, Onio restyled his mohawk to it's rightful position. The hanging spike located between his eyes, rather than right over the right or left. Placing his open left hand on his stomach, the man had noticed something about himself: He was sure as hell that he was hungry! The loud roar of need leaving his body. Lucky for him, he had lunch right in his right hand. Onio had trotted off to obtain supplies. This activity taking only a mere ten minutes or so, as all he really required was some flammable stone and a few makeshift skewers. Such items easily gained and used for his well being. A flame being easily manifested and the eyeball stabbed dead center by a thin stick found laying beneath a tree. Onio thinking,
"Now, for the roast cycle. Mmm..~"
Alas, the cook time would take a lot longer than hoped. Instead of sitting down and taking a cool down, Onio had sprung up. Hopping form heel to heel, hitting his butt with his heel to make sure his limbs were still functional and able. Upon inspection's finish, the male had dug his heels into the star's ground. Taking a defensive style of stance and narrowing his eyes. "Ready..set..one, two, one, two, one, two..!!" Onio bounced form side to side whilst getting ready, but snapped still as he began to issue quick jabs and shorts. His left and right fist taking turns into movement, their speed unmatched and moving at the speed of a bullet. Hell, the Hunter himself would be more than willing to wager that he outclassed a bullet ten fold. He was simply that confident. And, not only this, but he knew damn well that he could back up his claims with his left and right fists respectively. In the blink of an eye, Onio's fingers unfurled form his palms and opened. Orbs being shot out quickly, his power of Ki still more than functional and that was acceptable to the Saiyajin. Halting movement, Onio had stood up tall. His hands snaking up his side, chest, neck and eventually to his jaw, Onio flicked his wrist. Effectively cracking his neck and following suit by cracking his knuckles and fingers. Once again, the male had taken in a good amount of air through his nostrils and exhaling through his teeth. Dropping to his rear end once more, he had decided to check on his roast: It was ready. Onio exerting a sigh of relief, his hand swiping the skewer's exposed handle off of the flame and examining his meal. Licking his lips, the Saiyajin had chowed down quickly. Taking large bites and swallowing. A pattern established in which he'd take several large bites before swallowing, albeit nearly choking several times. Breathing somewhat heavily as he finished, dropping onto his back and patting his filled belly.
"Gotta..gotta..keep moving..phew..~"
He had gotten up sluggishly, rising to his feet and yawning into his palm. Walking away form the fire and left over stick, and heading into the city of Vegeta, in search of fun and challenge. If he was to be stationed on his home planet, he'd make the most of it.
