Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 18:41:01 GMT -5
The Outlands were home to many terrain features, ranging from lush jungles to barren deserts, all with the expected animal life, though with a much different evolutionary trend than one might find on Universe Seven's Earth. These animals were considerably larger and though perhaps similar in some ways, they were unique enough to justifiably be labeled different species entirely. The Saiyans are similar in this, for they grew to be much like the humans of Earth, but with a focus on combat and a harsher planetary environment, they were naturally stronger. There are genes widely untapped within the Saiyan code that allowed for impressive bursts of power, for where humans may find more use in the power of their intelligence and unity, Saiyans are practically bred for war and their bodies greatly reflect this. At least, that's true for Universe Seven Saiyans. While still maintaining a penchant for fighting and combat, Universe Six Saiyans are less geared towards war and more towards peace. Many of them enjoy the thrill of battle, but there are much more in this universe that tend to be more emotional or intelligent than gifted in arts of war. Those with that talent most often employ it in exercises of peace and tranquility, fighting the battles of those less gifted so that justice and freedom might prevail throughout the universe. There is no joy in taking from someone their home or conquering planets for selfish reasons or oppressing peoples. There is a generally good and high moral code virtually programmed into these Saiyans' minds that make them overall more righteous than even main universe Earthlings. There are exceptions, as there are with every race and every generalization, and it is those people, those that conflict with the general opinions and values of the mass populace, which create strife and conflict here on Planet Sadal. Yes, even the capital of the race that handles conflicts has conflicts of its own. Some minor missions will find Saiyan teams deployed on-world to handle their own. Due to resource availability and an intimate sort of knowledge of the transgressors, those missions are rarely considered difficult.
No such mission had lured Kazuya out here today, though he might have appreciated it after the week he's had. His parents were away and their home in need of watching; they had an assortment of pets one might compare to a zoo that Kazuya was of no mind to bring to his own residence, so he packed a bag and moved back to his childhood home for two weeks. The pets were, well, rather...large. They knew him, of course, as he wasn't one to just cease visiting family after moving out, but they'd not seem him in a while and were excited. Almost a full week later, and they're still excited. He's greeted with tackles and licks every time he walks in the door, all from a group of overactive critters, some bigger than him, that basically stay all over him as long as he's there. One of them, Jagg, is a large sort of spiked lizard creature, with elongated legs and thicker fingers. He looks fairly threatening when on all fours, but when he stands upright and stretches those arms out, he looks a monster. And he loves to fight. That's the main culprit of Kazuya's fatigue; it makes for good training, but Jagg just doesn't tire out! Another, dog like creature and only slightly bigger than one, runs faster than you would believe. Kazuya can't hope to keep up with that fellow at top speed, but that doesn't stop the racing.
While he adores the little family, Kazuya definitely appreciates times when he can get away and spend time alone, especially out training. That's what brought him to this more desolate locale in the Outlands, where plant life is scarce and animal life about the same; that way, he'd be able to go all out without worry of harming anything by mistake. Shaking his shoulders to adjust the weighted clothing he wore beneath his outfit, Kazuya hopped around on his feet, loosening up. He figured he could start the day with a quick run, maybe just a few miles to get his blood pumping. He'd not used weighted clothing before, and of course he picked out the heaviest set he could find when he finally got around to buying them, so what would normally have been an effortless, routine exercise was probably going to be very challenging, and that excited him. The young Saiyan took off, letting his feet carry him to get the full benefit; he could have flown and that would've worked him too, but actually moving the legs brought more muscle groups into play and had a more beneficial effect on his overall body. Plus, it felt a whole lot better.
He started as he usually did, with a casual, jogging pace to get his body ready for the actual run. Today was a day without weight lifting exercise -aside from the clothing, which he fully intended to wear every single day from now on- so the run would be extra rigorous. Once he felt that his heart rate was elevated and his legs loosened up, he took off at his maximum speed. The secret, in his mind, to getting faster was to hit the absolute top speed that he could, and then hold it for as long as possible, using willpower alone to compensate when stamina failed. This was a really tiring process, as one might imagine, so he tried to never do it on days where he would perform weight training, as his body would be already exhausted and perform to a lower standard and, therefore, decrease his strength gains. That, my friend, is simply unacceptable.
The wind whipped about, bringing dust into the lower part of the air and spreading the warmth of the sun about while also cooling the sweat already building up on the Saiyan's brow. He appreciated the breeze and tried often to run against the wind, not because it felt good, but because he liked the resistance it put up. The more he could push his body, the better. A greater cloud of dust than any mere breeze could provide trailed Kazuya's swiftly moving feet, spreading as he moved further away so that it just barely lined the edges of his peripheral vision as he ran. He always imagined how cool it might look, and that just encouraged him to push even harder.
With the sun high in the sky and a breeze to his front and nothing in sight, this was looking to be an excellent training session for the Saiyan. He wasn't even halfway through the run, maybe two miles in, sprinting his heart out and already imagining what he would do next. There wasn't any job today, he'd already fed and cared for the family zoo, so he could stay here just about all day long and do what he loved the most. And that's when Seitaro showed up. The other Saiyan, a few years 'superior' to Kazuya, had become a close friend since that event back on Planet Listros; they all had, really. It was a tragedy, but it brought those Saiyans closer together, forming a bond that they continued to build on over the years until now, when they were practically family. They went on jobs together whenever possible and were often assigned together, at least a few of them, because even the people in charge of dispatch recognized how fluidly they functioned when with at least one other member of the small family.
Seitaro landed a few hundred feet in front of Kazuya, who slowed his sprint to a jog and went on to meet with his friend. The sweat seemed to really start just then, and he could instantly feel the effects of those weights on his body. He wasn't able to run near what his maximum rate normally was, but he felt a lot more exhausted despite that; his legs were shaking and already starting to feel sore, his heart working over time and even his arms, sides, and collar bone were all starting to ache. He couldn't wait to see the sort of improvements these weights might offer after a few months.
"Training as always, I see." Seitaro commented. Kazuya just chuckled, his lungs still grasping for air. "We've got a quick mission, something on world. It looks like a few guys are running around an outer town, stealing from people and looting stores. Think you're up for it?" "Of course!" Kazuya replied. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and took off with Seitaro towards the unnamed town; Seitaro was as bad as Kazuya was with names, people and especially locations. Even telling him the place's name wouldn't make any difference; he'd forget it in an hour. The young Saiyan looked back down to his little training location, a little disappointed that he couldn't finish his training session, but he'd return.
Word Count: 1500
Weighted Clothing: 75%
Power Level: 1000(full)/250(adjusted)
Requesting Power Level.
No such mission had lured Kazuya out here today, though he might have appreciated it after the week he's had. His parents were away and their home in need of watching; they had an assortment of pets one might compare to a zoo that Kazuya was of no mind to bring to his own residence, so he packed a bag and moved back to his childhood home for two weeks. The pets were, well, rather...large. They knew him, of course, as he wasn't one to just cease visiting family after moving out, but they'd not seem him in a while and were excited. Almost a full week later, and they're still excited. He's greeted with tackles and licks every time he walks in the door, all from a group of overactive critters, some bigger than him, that basically stay all over him as long as he's there. One of them, Jagg, is a large sort of spiked lizard creature, with elongated legs and thicker fingers. He looks fairly threatening when on all fours, but when he stands upright and stretches those arms out, he looks a monster. And he loves to fight. That's the main culprit of Kazuya's fatigue; it makes for good training, but Jagg just doesn't tire out! Another, dog like creature and only slightly bigger than one, runs faster than you would believe. Kazuya can't hope to keep up with that fellow at top speed, but that doesn't stop the racing.
While he adores the little family, Kazuya definitely appreciates times when he can get away and spend time alone, especially out training. That's what brought him to this more desolate locale in the Outlands, where plant life is scarce and animal life about the same; that way, he'd be able to go all out without worry of harming anything by mistake. Shaking his shoulders to adjust the weighted clothing he wore beneath his outfit, Kazuya hopped around on his feet, loosening up. He figured he could start the day with a quick run, maybe just a few miles to get his blood pumping. He'd not used weighted clothing before, and of course he picked out the heaviest set he could find when he finally got around to buying them, so what would normally have been an effortless, routine exercise was probably going to be very challenging, and that excited him. The young Saiyan took off, letting his feet carry him to get the full benefit; he could have flown and that would've worked him too, but actually moving the legs brought more muscle groups into play and had a more beneficial effect on his overall body. Plus, it felt a whole lot better.
He started as he usually did, with a casual, jogging pace to get his body ready for the actual run. Today was a day without weight lifting exercise -aside from the clothing, which he fully intended to wear every single day from now on- so the run would be extra rigorous. Once he felt that his heart rate was elevated and his legs loosened up, he took off at his maximum speed. The secret, in his mind, to getting faster was to hit the absolute top speed that he could, and then hold it for as long as possible, using willpower alone to compensate when stamina failed. This was a really tiring process, as one might imagine, so he tried to never do it on days where he would perform weight training, as his body would be already exhausted and perform to a lower standard and, therefore, decrease his strength gains. That, my friend, is simply unacceptable.
The wind whipped about, bringing dust into the lower part of the air and spreading the warmth of the sun about while also cooling the sweat already building up on the Saiyan's brow. He appreciated the breeze and tried often to run against the wind, not because it felt good, but because he liked the resistance it put up. The more he could push his body, the better. A greater cloud of dust than any mere breeze could provide trailed Kazuya's swiftly moving feet, spreading as he moved further away so that it just barely lined the edges of his peripheral vision as he ran. He always imagined how cool it might look, and that just encouraged him to push even harder.
With the sun high in the sky and a breeze to his front and nothing in sight, this was looking to be an excellent training session for the Saiyan. He wasn't even halfway through the run, maybe two miles in, sprinting his heart out and already imagining what he would do next. There wasn't any job today, he'd already fed and cared for the family zoo, so he could stay here just about all day long and do what he loved the most. And that's when Seitaro showed up. The other Saiyan, a few years 'superior' to Kazuya, had become a close friend since that event back on Planet Listros; they all had, really. It was a tragedy, but it brought those Saiyans closer together, forming a bond that they continued to build on over the years until now, when they were practically family. They went on jobs together whenever possible and were often assigned together, at least a few of them, because even the people in charge of dispatch recognized how fluidly they functioned when with at least one other member of the small family.
Seitaro landed a few hundred feet in front of Kazuya, who slowed his sprint to a jog and went on to meet with his friend. The sweat seemed to really start just then, and he could instantly feel the effects of those weights on his body. He wasn't able to run near what his maximum rate normally was, but he felt a lot more exhausted despite that; his legs were shaking and already starting to feel sore, his heart working over time and even his arms, sides, and collar bone were all starting to ache. He couldn't wait to see the sort of improvements these weights might offer after a few months.
"Training as always, I see." Seitaro commented. Kazuya just chuckled, his lungs still grasping for air. "We've got a quick mission, something on world. It looks like a few guys are running around an outer town, stealing from people and looting stores. Think you're up for it?" "Of course!" Kazuya replied. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and took off with Seitaro towards the unnamed town; Seitaro was as bad as Kazuya was with names, people and especially locations. Even telling him the place's name wouldn't make any difference; he'd forget it in an hour. The young Saiyan looked back down to his little training location, a little disappointed that he couldn't finish his training session, but he'd return.
Word Count: 1500
Weighted Clothing: 75%
Power Level: 1000(full)/250(adjusted)
Requesting Power Level.