The Master of the Fist's Tale.

Nasu couldn’t really complain about living on Paprika Wasteland. The landscape reminded him a little bit of his home planet, Natto, especially during the dawn and dusk hours. He was homesick quite often the past few weeks, even though he wasn’t willing to admit. But one thing that annoyed him was the heat! Even though Planet Natto had plenty of wastelands, they weren’t as hot as Earth’s wastelands. And, from what he had experienced, Planet Vegeta, with its two red suns wasn’t as hot all the time. The weird thing was that, with the nightfall, the weather would change from water to oil, and that was really weird. To be honest, Nasu found plenty of things on Earth weird. One thing that made him really puzzled was the freezing north.

Every once in a while he felt this urge to visit the region in order to appreciate the peculiar beauty of the ice and snow. And there was the young saiyan, sitting atop of a mountain on the cold north region of the Blue Marble, staring at the dense gray nimbus that took over the skies. Nasu liked that. ”Gray is a better color than blue… For a sky at least…” he wondered, staring at that. He wasn’t using his scouter right now, instead, the gadget was resting beside him, on a pile of snow, while he allowed the cold razor-like wind to touch all of his face and caress his pitch black hair. His tail wasn’t wrapped around his waist, but swaying from one side to the other, and eventually hitting the snow, enough to make its fur to bristle and the young saiyan to chuckle.

It was peaceful… At least until some stupid animal decided to roar. That roar annoyed him, it had just killed the lovely silence of the mountain, poisoning the howl of the wind.

With a simple motion, Nasu pointed his hand towards the direction of the roar and fired a blue-colored ki blast, aiming to ultimately kill the beast who dared to interrupt his moment. ”I will eat you later…” he thought to himself, sighing just after that. Now he was in a rather bad moon.

Silence once again. After the noise of the body being tore apart by his ki blast, the breathe of the wind was once again the only sound on that mountain. ”Stupid creature… If you were silent, you wouldn’t be dead!” he thought to himself, sighing briefly. ”At least dinner is served…” and that though made him crack a small grin on his face; he had to admit, he loved to eat any sort of meat, and it could be raw and bleeding, he didn’t care, the young saiyan warrior wasn’t picky on that department.

However, the silence wasn’t going to last for long. To his surprise, someone spoke to him, right there on that desolated land. He referred to him by his race meaning that the person knew what he was just from staring. Then, the person asked what he was doing on this planet, making him roll his eyes on his orbits, bored to death with that question.

”Why the heck do they always ask that?! Is there a freaking law against visiting this pile of shit of a planet? If there is, they forgot to tell the whole damn universe!” he thought to himself, feeling slightly irritated by the questioning. Then, the person said something really annoying, inquiring when the saiyans became powerful and stopped being a joke. ”Looks like somebody has a death wish!” he thought to himself, gritting his teeth in anger, as he got up from his sitting position and stared, only to be surprised with what he saw: another namekian. ”Really?! Another slugman?!” Nasu stared at the namekian dead in the eyes and that made him crack a mischievous, almost evil smile on his face.

– A namekian! Another one… What happened? Did they destroy that boring planet of yours again? Or did you just get bored with the sameness of the whole damn ball of dirt you call home? – he asked, in a teasing tone. – What I’m doing here is none of your damn business… Flies don’t get to ask frogs! Hahaha! – he laughed in a cocky tone, as he wasn’t afraid of the namekian at all. – But, as the frog, I insist you answer my question… Otherwise I may not be so forgiving… - he finished his speech and then cracked his neck, leaning it from one side to the other, showing that he was ready to get down to business should the namekian refuse to cooperate.

Something was cheesy about that namekian, as he didn’t seem to understand what Nasu was talking about at first. ”The heck..? Didn’t he get I was talking about Namek? That’s odd… They usually understand this offense quickly… Maybe this one is an idiot, I mean, look at his expression… Or, perhaps… He doesn’t know Namek!” and that thought interested him, making his evil smirk to widen a little bit. Then, he changed the subject which just confirmed Nasu’s suspicion and made him chuckle a little bit. That was an interesting fellow, that namekian, as he was already speaking about combat. Of course Nasu wanted to beat the shit out of him, he would unleash on him a lot of frustration he had been gathering up, but, again, he was making him change his mind about ending his life.

– Haha… Hahaha… HAHAHAHA!!! – Nasu started laughing really loud, almost in a maniacal tone, after the namekian finished speaking about the warrior who would send him to the afterlife! That was quite a unique fellow, and now he had sealed his fate: he wasn’t going to die! He was too amusing to be destroyed, and the young saiyan warrior was starting to like his oddity! Just after his speech, he pretty much demanded Nasu to strike him, which made the saiyan chuckle a little bit more, and approach a few steps.

Nasu wasn’t really tall, as his height was but 5’7”, and he was more slender than muscular in build, but he surely was strong, and he was about to show that namekian just how much. Nasu clenched his right fist and used his left hand to crack it twice. – You are quite a figure, I tell you that! And I will strike you, so that you can taste my power! I hope you won’t fall to your knees and beg for your life afterwards! I’m not usually merciful, but you are amusing me, so… Who knows, right?! – he said in a highly spirited tone. Immediately after finishing speaking, Nasu vanished in a blink of an eye and then reappeared right in front of Naroka, almost crouching as he prepared to deliver his attack.

He would aim to strike him with a powerful hook to the stomach, using all of his strength into that attack. He wanted to wind Naroka and make him feel a huge amount of pain, but he wasn’t going to kill him.

The namekian demanded Nasu to stop joking and take his life immediately and, as an answer, the young saiyan warrior delivered the heavy hook to his gut that really injured him, making him spit that disgusting purple blood the namekians had. Although he claimed he wanted to die, his body still reacted as nature dictated: trying to preserve him from injuries and death. ”Heh! No one wants to die for real… I wonder what’s really going on inside this freak’s head!” curiosity was increasing by the second inside Nasu’s head, as he carved for understanding why the namekian kept on inviting him to kill him. It was tempting, really, but he was far too odd to be eliminated and maybe he could be of use later. ”A minion with little regard for his own safety… That’s a luxury not many can claim having…” he thought to himself, chuckling a little bit more as Naroka got back into his initial position, asking for more.

– Well… If you insist… But I don’t like to kill people right away, so it may take a while, my friend! – he said, and then, he began attacking again. If Naroka kept on allowing him to attack, his sequence would go like this: Nasu would first deliver a cross punch with his left clenched fist right at his chin, immediately followed by a powerful knee strike to his guts, trying to make his body bent and expose the back of his neck for a powerful sledgehammer with both hands, aiming to throw Naroka to the ground with all his power. While he kept on beating the namekian, he asked him. – Before I end your life, enlighten me on the reason behind this death wish of yours! – he asked in an interested tone, chuckling a little bit within every strike he delivered.

That namekian was actually really resilient, to be resisting Nasu’s assault like that and standing up once again. ”I wonder how much his power level is! He is doing pretty well against my attacks… Wonder if he would do this good against a ki energy attack!” he thought to himself, as he stared at Naroka with a deep curiosity inside of his eyes. Then he started answering the young saiyan’s question and he started by pointing out that he should already have noticed that. Nasu frowned his brows and his expression became serious once again.

– Uhn? – he exclaimed, in a questioning tone. Then he mentioned something about wanting to go home and not belonging to the realm of the living. He talked about recovering his original body, and the story was starting to get rather odd. Then he finally said that he wanted o be a demon once more, instead of a namekian, and now things were really weird. ”The heck?!” he couldn’t help but ask himself as he carefully listened to his words. As he claimed he would wait for the final blow for as long as it took. Nasu sighed when he ended his speech and folded his arms, staring at him in the eyes.

– Are you stupid or what? First… I think you are delusional! I know, it must suck to be a freaking namekian, but that’s just what I think you are… Did you hit your head or something? It wouldn’t surprise me with your speech of “oh my! Beat me to death!” all the damn time! – he said in a annoyed tone, and then he shrugged. – But say, for instance, that you are speaking the truth. If somebody stole your original body and threw you into the realms of the living, don’t you think they would have a safety measure in case you attempted suicide?! Do you really think that, again, considering that the bullshit you just threw at me is actually true, it would be just too easy? – he said, shaking his head a little bit. – I mean! They steal my body, lock me in the living world, I kill myself, all problems solved! Just like that! This is a stupid idea and, if it works, then the person who screwed up with you is really stupid, which, in turn, makes you even more stupid for being screwed over by such a person! – he finished his speech with another shrug, as he anxiously awaited for the namekian answer, or whatever he was.

The namekian seemed to get tired of being beaten to the pulp by Nasu, and when the saiyan mocked his goal, he got really angered and called the young saiyan warrior a fool incapable of understanding that. Nasu, in turn, laughed out loud of that first comment. – Hahahaha! Of course I can’t understand! I don’t speak bullshit, you moron! Hahaha!! – he said in a very mocking tone. He was having fun with that odd fellow, and it was a shame he got tired of getting beaten, and an even greater shame that he didn’t open a dialogue opportunity so that Nasu could turn him into a minion. ”A real shame, indeed.” he thought to himself, as he watched the namekian standing up again, after the beating.

Then, when he was about to leave, Nasu stared at him, who decided to walk instead of fly. – Hahaha, okay you crazy shit! Go ahead on your doom’s path! I’m SURE we will meet again… And, who knows, maybe you come to understand that this little goal of yours is completely bullshit! Hahaha!! Don’t die so easily, NAMEKIAN! I really want to meet you again! – his goal, with those words, was to make him even angrier and, perhaps, such anger would give him something to live for, even if it was just vengeance. Nasu himself knew just how powerful vengeance is.

After those words, he flared his ghostly-white ki aura around his body and flew away, going back towards Paprika Wasteland, to his home.