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It was almost frightening how the mere noise he could hear as soon as he stepped inside were only his footsteps, almost as if there were nothing more than the void itself filling the room. The Earthling Saiyan was no kid, he had lived more than enough to see most things out there in the universe, but hell this was just weird. He didn’t even know how such a prominent place could fit inside one building floating in the middle of nothing but air so thin that it was hard to breathe for those who weren’t used to it.
“Uhmm. What is this place called again? Room of Spirit and Time?”
Speaking of which, how did they even end up here at first? At first, the day had begun like any other, Cornatto was just training and chilling at the ever so quiet Kame House before something had sparked in his mind; the thought of going ahead and visit the new Kami. His student Galen had mentioned a few words about him. Apparently, he was that much better than a precedent Kami which had become corrupted or something-- he had no idea. Galen preferred not to spend way too many words on her, and perhaps it was better that way, not like it would be that important if he didn’t know. After all, she had disappeared, and as long as she wasn't going to cause any trouble, everything was fine.
Although on his way there, his path met with an old opponent. Not in a negative way! An old sparring partner that he had fought back on Planet Natto during the golden age of the Alliance, however, he didn’t particularly recognize him at first-- Cervez was way stronger than what he remembered!
Of course, the two couldn’t help but think of that one time when they sparred and ultimately wished to do so once more throughout their newly found power. However, the two were interrupted both by the Guardian of the Lookout and eventually something else came to their attention as the two sensed an energy that neither seemed to recognize.
For one reason or the other, they were both directed into one of the chambers inside the Lookout by Kami himself. He had more or less caught the meaning of it as the room was supposed to be some way to make training far more effective than usual. He didn’t get how it worked, but it seemed that to spend a significant amount of time inside there would be a far shorter time outside, which he couldn’t understand, but he had no reasons to doubt Kami’s word, so he accepted.
“Man, I can feel the difference inside here. It’s so warm… but like, not hot. It’s just… I feel like suffocating, phew. I think I get it now! Training-- no wait, even living here is gonna be hard,” - he said before his hands placed on his hips, in a reliable manner that evidently remarked his current feelings; he was all fired up! He liked challenges after all.
“All right! Let’s do this!” - exclaimed the man.
His gaze shifted at his training partner as he smirked. “Let’s resume what we were about to start for old times’ sake?”
Cervez and @cornatto have entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!
“This room is located in another dimension entirely,” Cervez informed his Saiyan acquaintance, as it would be bad if he was caught unaware about the idiosyncrasies that this room contained. “For what I managed to get from the Kami, it seems that one whole year here is merely a day outside and that once we’re inside and the door is closed behind us we’ll experience hell like no other in the coming trials ahead.”
He turned towards his training partner, already rolling his eyes at the name. “To be honest, that’s much better than what I caught the Kami calling this place. Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Sounds really tacky for my tastes.” The Anubian rolled his shoulders, arms and then his neck to get rid of the kinks that assaulted his body, soon enough stretching his body around as he prepared for the upcoming days.
Ever since he had caught that strange energy rising on the horizon - and multiplying at a rapid rate alongside the rise of a tremendous amount of energy that felt Saiyan in origin in that direction. He just knew that someone had decided to plant that damnable parasitic tree on earth.
Since he lived here and by proxy he should care a little for this place, he went to inform the Kami of what was going around, it just so happened that he managed to catch Cornatto there once he got there. Soon enough seeing that they’d need all the strength they could get, Jie Shan allowed them the prestige of using the Room of Spirit and Time to train for the battle that was ahead of them.
Even so, the Anubian couldn’t help but wonder if it would be enough to warrant the safety of the Earth...
‘A whole year inside this place, eh? It should be interesting indeed...’
Done stretching, the Anubian turned towards his training partner and smirked haughtily. “It won’t be the same as last time. I’ve gotten much stronger since then.” Cervez fell into his fighting stance, the smirk never leaving his face as his body throbbed with energy ready to be released. “Who knows, perhaps this time you’ll be the one kissing my dust.” Not wasting any more time, the Anubian lunged at his opponent with a ferocity that would surprise most beings, but it certainly wouldn’t even shock the Saiyan Warrior one bit.
‘We have one year to get strong enough to go out there and help our allies stop that stupid tree from sucking the life from this planet… Hopefully it will be enough time to make a difference, otherwise, this planet will be nothing but a dead corpse floating in the middle of nowhere space like the previously irradiated planet Vegeta.’
If it came to it, he’d make sure to destroy this planet so something new could be reborn from the ashes of destruction, after all why let something that was dead continue to waste space when something new could be reborn in its stead? They could use the Dragonballs all they liked, but something told him whoever was orchestrating this siege on the planet wouldn’t let those orbs be used to revert the chaos that they caused.
Cornatto’s voice faintly echoed within the room’s infinite void as the two stepped out of the building itself and embraced the astonishing white that was pretty much anything they could see out of the entire ‘dimension’. It almost reminded him of a gravity chamber but it was about as big as a whole planet, or at least it didn’t seem like there was an end to the boundaries of the room. He was evidently amused, but not completely as his attention was shifted towards the Anubian.
“Another dimension? Well, I mean, I guess the time thing is handy. We can train for one whole year!”
The Earthling Saiyan exclaimed with a smirk all over his face. It wasn’t just about training for an entire year, but the fact they could get the same results when it would have just been a day outside. However, one also had to point out the fact that it was still going to be a year for them so it wasn’t going to be any easier but rather even far more challenging. He could tell that it was going to be far harder than training out there on Earth-- even the air on Vegeta was easier to handle than this.
Although he definitely agreed with Cervez. The name ‘Room of Spirit and Time’ was a lot better than ‘Hyperbolic Time Chamber’, it was easier to understand rather than a lot of chained up words.
Anyway, the name wasn’t probably going to be important but he definitely wondered how he was going to handle a whole year in there. Did they have food? He had spotted some sort of storage, so he guessed there was some kind of food in there. He was pretty sure there were also beds. Jie did mention that they’d have been fine, after all. Not that it was going to be easy, but there was what they needed to actually live in there. That’s what he told them at least.
He had probably lived in worst conditions anyway when he lived by himself in the forest, but at least in his case, there were creatures he could harvest and hunt down; animals and also trees and rivers to get what he’d need to live. He couldn’t say the same about this chamber. Yeah, definitely not.
The moment the two were offered this chance was a few minutes after the evil energy had sprouted, which had definitely concerned Cornatto. If it weren’t for Jie, he’d have made a run for it to check it out himself; it was strong, nothing he couldn’t have chewed in his Super Saiyan form but still a remarkable energy which would have been too much for plenty of citizens on Earth to even take on.
“Yeah… I wonder if they’re going to be fine, though.”
In less than a few moments, though, Cornatto’s concern switched into a warrior’s excitement as he fell into his own fighting stance and seemed to grin at Cervez’s choice of words. “Oooh? Now, now, that’s a lot to say, isn’t it? I believe we shall test this out ourselves,” - said the man before his energy sparked up into a bright, golden aura and his own appearance slighlty altered from what his base form looked like; to be precise, his hairstyle and color turned far more wild and golden. Although, if Cervez’s memory served him well, he could probably tell his hair looked brighter than it did during their sparring match. The Earthling Saiyan had long since retrieved and surpassed his old power level and attained the state of a Mastered Super Saiyan.
A moment of silence followed the sound of a powerful impact followed as Cornatto launched himself forth against Cervez, just like the Anubian did. The Saiyan grunted as their blows met; he had evidently felt the power of the former divinity-- he had already notice just how intense his aura had gotten but one thing was sensing it and another was feeling it on his own skin.
“Not bad at all! But I have also learned some new tricks...”
Honestly? Cornatto wouldn’t be surprised at this point if he were the one to lose between the two in an actual match. But, in a certain sense, his speech brought his mind elsewhere for a brief moment as he actually wondered whether they could have gotten strong enough as Jie believed they could get. It wasn’t going to be a matter of ‘ifs’ or ‘maybe’, they had to do their best! That power was sure enormous, but nothing they could handle, but experience brought Cornatto not to be foolish when it came to the battlefield. Not everyone was as strong as they may feel or look like-- which could be taken in a positive or negative point of view.
“I don’t know what is up with this Vegeta thing… Last time I have been there, we were brutally beaten up. But, what’s this stupid tree thing about? What do you know about it?”
Cornatto’s words were followed by strikes as he momentarily broke the clash between blows and came right back at him with his fists, that if Cervez were attentive enough. He would probably notice had a different feeling to them; they weren’t as raw and wild as when they first fought but had a far more refined style beneath them.
“This parasitic plant has got many names, but most people in the galaxy known it as the Tree of Might…” Cervez eyes narrowed as he barely dodged a punch that was aimed right at his kidney, but he quickly retaliated with a salvo of energy blast to keep Cornatto away for a few precious seconds before he continued his lecture.
"This tree is used to spawn a very peculiar fruit with the ability to grant a tremendous amount of power to those that eat it, but to create one single fruit from the tree's roots, it needs a suitable atmosphere to survive, such as Earth or Namek for instance, as something akin to a completely arid and dry planet will just kill it outright. That aside, the tree essentially sucks the planet that the seed was planted on dry until there is nothing left but a husk of its former self. As far as records are to be believed, a planet will survive for a whole week before it is killed from the inside out, producing about seven or so fruits from the tree ready to be consumed.” He glared with a hate filled stare, but it wasn’t aimed at Cornatto, more toward the space on his shoulders. “Only those of divinity are meant to consume fruits such as this one, but that hasn't stopped people in the past from seeking out seeds of the Tree of Might and use them for their own purposes."
He lunged at his training partner, only to suddenly disappear within a blink of an eye, almost like a shimmer in a desert - like Cornatto was looking at a mirage. He reappeared behind and to the side of the Saiyan Warrior and aimed a sick knee strike toward the middle of his back. “I’ll be frank, the longer that tree is planted the quicker this planet will die. The only way the effects can be reversed is with the help of the Dragon Balls, either from Earth’s or Namek’s but as far as I’m aware there hasn’t been a Guru on Namek ever since the previous one mysteriously vanished months ago.”
Cervez jumped back and readied himself for a counter attack from the yellow-haired warrior of legend. “There is another way but it is even riskier considering who has control of it. But it’s been rumored that the Arcosians had managed to change the tree’s properties and instead of killing its host it gives it back life. Now, it’s been a long time since I’ve set foot in that thrice damned cold planet but if all else is lost, that’s our only solace to make this planet great again.”
Purple eyes regarded the Saiyan coldly, yet appraising his strong form with the respect only warriors could give each other. “Now, I believe the time for talk is over, we have one year to become stronger, Cornatto. We best make good use of it, otherwise, all that training would have been for nothing…”
At the back of his mind, the Anubian couldn’t help but wonder how Samael was doing, since he had left the giant demon wolfman encased in a ball made out of his destructive energy, he sincerely hoped he had managed to overcome the trial and came back stronger from it, otherwise…
The man’s soft tone remarked his voice as he repeated that name. At first, it would sound like some plant that had to do with strength, but he didn’t quite understand what kind of might would ever have to do with such a terrific object. Or no, to be honest, it was nothing more than a weapon that Corn couldn’t just despise and it wasn’t even just a matter of how dangerous it was, but only a coward could make use of such an item. Whoever was using this Tree of Might wasn’t certainly going to be high on Corn’s list; how to blame him? He was a full-blooded Saiyan warrior; he’d rather fight it out to the bone. It was also true that his home world was in danger, though, he couldn’t indeed only think about his enjoyment. He had people to protect.
Speaking of which, he wondered what the Anubian would be doing out here so far. Wasn’t he supposed to like… be a God? Rule over some galaxy or stuff like that? Cornatto didn’t quite get the concept since he wasn’t even that strong-- by all means, he was stronger than the Earthling Saiyan at the moment, but you couldn’t certainly blame him for wondering why he wasn't stronger than anyone else in the universe. He did meet Komatsu who was leaps and bounds above them, after all.
Cornatto returned his same glare, although it didn’t have much to do with Cervez giving one of his own rather his words made him despite the fruit. It sounded something so damn cruel to destroy one whole planet just to get a little stronger. Honestly? He hated that someone wanted to do the same with Earth, it felt like something only Lettis would do, not even that, maybe. At least she was still a Saiyan, but she’d probably not be afraid of using such a weapon, or actually, now that he thought about it… didn’t he know what this Tree of Might was?
Little memories scattered all over his mind slowly came to him as Cervez talked about it.
“Wait… Yeah! I remember. The Brenchians annihilated the Kolds through the Tree of Might. Man, I had almost forgotten… I remember Natto telling me about this stuff and the war. Right.”
As soon as Cervez faded away from sight, the Saiyan himself crouched ever so slightly or to be precise, he only lowered his back in a quick reaction motion before he felt a stinging pain in the back and grunted. Before long, though, he turned around and would seemingly charge at him in an aggressive response, but before he’d even hit, he disappeared and appeared once more from behind and aim to plant his knee against the temple of the Anubian’s head.
“Hehe… Right. Either the Dragon Balls… or that Tree of Life. But, you know, I’d rather not even worry about those. Because I’m sure, Earth will come out of this in one way or the other!” - exclaimed the man before he would retreat and once more launch himself straight into the Anubian’s line of sight and throw his fists left and right to keep up the spar’s pace.
However, just like Cervez, he had a small, hovering thought over his mind… how was Kabocha doing at the moment? It had only been a short time, but he was admittedly a little bit concerned being confident in another dimension while the only Kami-- he’d probably know, what was going on at the moment.
The knee that was aimed at his temple was swiftly blocked, the purple-furred jackal quickly countering with a vicious haymaker that was aimed so obviously it was meant to push the Saiyan back more than attempt to damage him.
A brief stillness ensued as Cervez didn’t make another move as he stared at his opponent with a searching gaze. Eventually, a smirk formed on his muzzle. “You’ve gotten stronger indeed, but…” The Anubian lifted a finger, a yellow spark of light flickering right at the tip of his index finger aimed at the Saiyan. “So have I. Dodon Ray!” There was a flash of light...
3 Months later…
One would find the Anubian floating in the middle of nowhere in the vast nothingness that filled the Room of Spirit and Time. Large beads of sweat trailing down the side of his face as the temperature continued to rise dramatically every few seconds, only to quickly take a nosedive and fall close to sub-zero, making goosebumps appear under the protective fur that barely acted as a cover for the damn cold.
‘It’s been three months inside this place, or so the clock at the top of the chamber that leads to the outside said.’ His closed eyes seemed to narrow and twitch as the temperature fell once again to almost unbearably cold. ‘If I’m honest, I haven’t expected the environment to be so harsh, but the Kami did warn me about the things I’d go against once I went inside…’
One of which was the incredibly powerful gravitational pull in some places in the chamber, another was how the area seemed to confuse someone’s senses, and the other how was the absolute darkness that permeated a location almost three miles wide.
Those were only a few of the locations he had encountered, but he was sure there were many more hellish places that were meant to test someone’s will and determination to get stronger.
‘It doesn’t matter what this place throws at me, I’ll overcome it and come back ten times stronger, I swear it.’ He grunted as the temperature once more rose, the Anubian refraining from wincing as he actually felt what seemed like wisps of flames licking at his body, yet he knew it was only an illusion brought forth by this stupid chamber.
‘Concentrate, don’t pay attention to the illusions, they’re just there to fuck with you.’ The Anubian needed perfect tranquility and a peace of mind to continue his training, and what’s a better way to achieve that than put yourself through hell first?‘
Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on outside. Had the planet reached its end and should they come out they’d see nothing but a dark barren wasteland filled with nothing but corpses and withered valleys? He didn’t know why he cared so much about the safety of this planet considering what his job was an as Entity of Destruction, but he guessed the people here and the food had made him soft.
As soon as the Earthling Saiyan’s strike to the Anubian’s head was blocked, he would have proceeded with his original plan and hit back with a rush of hits until, though. He was met with a powerful haymaker which he lifted both his arms in a crossguard stance to block it, but the force behind the strike still sent him away from the Anubian’s reach.
That impact and the contact of the Saiyan’s boots against the surface of the ground caused some dust and debris to lift before quickly fading.
The Earthling Saiyan stood his ground not too far from he previously was, admittedly amused but not shaken at all from the Anubian’s power, on the contrary, he was only getting excited, and he was all fired up for this fight. It had been a while, but he could still remember how-- well, he wouldn’t say weak but how big their power difference was back in the days which, was effectively a shame for Corn himself since he’d have loved a fair fight and while they managed to keep it up for a while, the Saiyan would have preferred to go all out but if he were to use his Super Saiyan form, he would have likely just annihilated Cerveza back in the days.
Right now, though? Despite the fact that Cornatto had surpassed the first form of a Super Saiyan and managed to harness its full power, he was still nowhere the Anubian’s incredible power that he had apparently awakened sometime later in the years-- how long had it been again? Twenty years? Plenty of time to train, maybe something to be ashamed of considering Cornatto hadn’t gotten that much stronger or at least, one might have had higher expectations during such a large cap in the story.
Perhaps the relative peace or exile, or whatever one wanted to call it, had sort of weakened Corn but he hadn’t even noticed; Cornatto had spent most of his time trying to raise Kabocha the best he could, so he couldn’t have done otherwise, both as father and a Saiyan. Although she barely acted like one, she was strong! Stronger than Corn was at her age.
Maybe it was all just a matter of luck or something, but he could recall her being much stronger than him as a kid, too. So, he guessed he was lucky to have such a strong daughter! Wish she’d be a little less…-- shy? Yeah, probably that.
Cornatto watched as Cervez charged a ki attack with his index finger, a technique he recognized almost immediately as a large grin formed all over his face. “So, you want to come at me with all of your power, huh? Interesting!”
The Earthling Saiyan planted his left foot forward against the firm ground as he drew back his whole body as he bent his back ever so slightly. He leaned towards his center as he gathered his hands together and charged his energy all of his energy in one spot; soon forming a bright, ball of Ki rolling over its axis, with several rays of pure light coming out of it.
“KAA…MEE… HAAAMEEE...!!!”
…
Three Months Later.
Pant. Pant.
Sweat ran down Cornatto’s temple, no not only his temple, forehead, no! Not even just his head, he was all sweaty. It was evident that he had been at this for a while now, his training outfit had long since begun to drip wet-- no literally, it was thoroughly wet. If he wasn't training, or in a chamber where all he could see was white, one would think he had just thrown himself into a lake with all of his clothes on, but, on the contrary, both his hands were firmly planted against the ground as his body rose and fell. Back and forth.
“Two million eight thousand nine hundred ninety-eight…”
It didn’t take to be an empath to realize how tired Cornatto was at the moment; his muscles were rash on him at the slightest movements, it was hard to recall how many blasts he had fired or how many punches he had thrown that far. He felt like his muscles were going to fail him at any moment, he could tell that much, but yet Corn continued as his muscular arm almost twitched after all the work he had done today. Because, as a full-blooded Saiyan, breaks were only for lunch time.
“Two million eight thousand nine hundred ninety-nine…”
It had been three months, and he couldn’t even recall just how many things he had gone through this far. The very same atmosphere here had turned out more than just void, but it was almost like it would reflect his own emotions; but then, why were his own emotions so hard to him? He legit felt like flames from hell itself would be burning all around him as he’d exercise and yet, as he looked to check out, there was nothing. That was a recurring experience inside the chamber, but he could barely take it any longer, at least for today.
“Two million nine thousand…!”
The man extended his arms as much as he could as his chest rose from the ground, gritting his teeth in obvious pain before he slowly lowered himself to the ground once more. He couldn’t still believe it had already been three months, and yet, how long had it been out there? He had no idea, but it was honestly more than just a concern now, he couldn’t help but wonder how Earth had been doing and if Kabocha was all right.
“Two million nine thousand… and… one!!”
And as he was done spilling out those last words, he couldn’t help but just stop for the moment; his raven hair fell completely forth, covering his forehead as he slowly straightened his back and sat down.
“Phew… for how many hours have I been going at this?” - he muttered under his breath. His routine that far had been made out of several, major exercises and eventually also sparring with his partner and couldn’t help but lose track of time.
Cornatto crossed his legs and folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes as he lowered his head and muttered for an extended amount of time, he recalled most of the stuff he did today and also using this as a chance to breathe.
“Ah well… I guess I deserved some food, heh…”
The Earthling Saiyan had already made his way back to the temple once he was done with his exercises, he was visibly tired but not enough to prevent him from moving. He had admittedly not expected such a harsh training even to exist; was it what it felt like using a gravity chamber? He didn’t even know. He wasn’t certainly a fan of those despite the fact that he possessed one, but the Earthling Saiyan usually tended to go with other methods that he preferred way above those of some machine increasing the room’s gravity level
Again, it was probably one of the most efficient out there, but he’d not be surprised if it were also stressing and Corn didn’t believe that would work at all nor would it fit with what he had learned from the old man on the Kame Island. Then again, anyone could do whatever they wanted with their training, so he had decided to keep it in case someone wanted to use it.
“Man. I think that guy, right… What was his name again? Uh, yeah. I believe he got to like a hundred times gravity,” - he mumbled under his breath. It had certainly been a while ever since that little fragment of memory even sparked in his mind, it was one of his old friends that lived on this planet, it was that… right, the hybrid that wore a pink-jacket. He wondered what happened to some of those people. They could have gone anywhere as far as he knew after all the Universe was a big place and it was certainly easy to hide. That is unless you had a pretty significant power level and didn’t know how to suppress it, then again, one could just get away up to a certain point.
Not like the galaxy was infinite. Could ships even travel that far? He didn’t know; it didn’t even matter. He let out a sigh as soon as he caught a glimpse of the little ‘temple,' he called it. It looked hardly like anything else, anyway. The Earthling Saiyan’s gaze shifted to find the Anubian meditating in the middle of nothing; there was no need even to ask him how it was going; he could imagine just how much he was struggling even just to stay focused in a place like this. It was seriously as bad as one would think, it was almost like the place itself was an ethereal hell even if looked completely white and pure.
“I wonder if he’s done yet…”
It had been a little while since their last spar, but he guessed that both had their ways to train and in the end, he could tell that both were growing considerably stronger in just a day. He had no idea how he hadn’t even heard of this chamber before; it was true that he had close to little-- actually no, almost no interactions with the Kami. The last thing he remembered was the fact that they have kicked off the planet, again, that wasn’t even much of a surprise to him; the Saiyans deserved it over all as a race, but it was unfair to the Alliance.
“How long ago was that again?... I think I was… twenty, man. I can’t feel the years, haha!” - the man said to himself as he walked inside the temple, just leaving Cervez alone to prevent him from getting angry; what he could recall was that his people, in general, could get… quite snappy if you were to irritate them. “Yeah… Not going to stop him from that, haha.”
Sooner or later, his tracks brought him in the one place everyone who knew him would expect him to be-- the Fri-- ah no, right. The storage. That was one bad thing about this place; you had to make your food, and unfortunately, it wasn’t like there were many other living beings you could hunt down and then cook, literally none, to be precise. But he could work with that, more or less, in less than a few months he had learned how to use what he had and make something he could afford to eat without feeling sick. It wasn’t anything compared to what he was used to, but he had been in worse conditions than this, so whatever.
The only thing that could bother him at first was the mere fact that the gravity felt the same everywhere he stepped. It was just the entire dimension that felt like this, and yet, he didn’t feel like he was even about to get used to it. It was just so unnerving to know the entire Earth could be in danger right now and he was just there, training as if nothing were happening. He earnestly hoped everyone was okay, his concern mostly laid within his daughter’s safety. She was strong but not the greatest warrior neither as she was far more like a scaredy cat than a fighter, although he felt like he could trust her, he’d have probably felt better if he were out there with her and not in here, just training and whatever.
Right, he had to suck it up. He had to get stronger, just like Kami had suggested; which made him wonder, wasn’t the Kami some Namekian? Or did it change again? There was sure some Kami bargain going on around here, but hey, he looked sharp!
He’d have sure loved to spar him if it wasn't for the fact that they had sensed that evil energy. It even made him wonder if perhaps the issue had already been dealt wit-- after all, he was pretty sure Kami himself could have easily destroyed it, but then why send the two in the chamber?
“Man, this is so confusing… I think I might just go ahead and get some sleep…”
However, before he could even turn around, various noises from his stomach gave him a friendly reminder of what he had come in the storage for, as he blinked and burst out in a faint laugh. “Guess I’m eating first!”
The Anubian stood silent for a few seconds, only wincing when the pleasant silence was completely broken by the sound of an energy blast colliding solidly against an object in the distance, or perhaps an obstacle? It seemed that his training partner, one Saiyan by the name of Cornatto was taking great attention in his own training. Besides their random meetings every month to gauge their progress and to talk about nonsensical things; as staying in this place alone almost felt like it was torture, their progress was growing in leap and bounds.
Brushing that thought aside for a moment, the Anubian focused internally, the purple furred jackal expanded his senses and felt the being's life-force not too far away, judging by the slight shift that he felt in the thing's aura, it was clear to say that the attack he had thrown before hit its mark as intended.
He didn't expect it, as it threw him completely for a loop, but somehow he had found a different dimension within this dimension, almost like a small pocket of it inside this place where as soon as he entered he was immediately attacked by a shadow being of some sorts.
His senses then ‘saw’ that the shadow was now on the prowl, moving towards his location with slow, steady steps. It was almost an alien feeling, this sensation that coursed through his body, the feeling of being prey instead of an apex predator. He didn't necessarily like this strange feeling, and the sooner he dealt with this pesky being of shadows the faster he'd leave this place.
Leaning slightly and to the side of the tree which he was using as a cover, one purple eye spotted the shadowy being slowly making its way through the path. Smirking, the Anubian quickly put himself back into cover with a chuckle. “You might act like a predator, but it's clear that you've got much to learn yet...” He muttered before shifting his shoulders, bumps, and bulges starting to form around his sides for a few seconds. “Right, time to put this into motion,” With a small rip, there stood another Cervez right beside him, giving a quick nod to the original, the copy immediately darted out in the open to intercept the shadow, claws at the ready and mouth open in a snarl, showing rows of pearly white teeth.
Meanwhile, the original quickly began to move away from his previous location, years of training with his life force to thine it out and suppress it to almost undetectable levels giving him an edge in stealth, enough to at least not be found within thirty seconds at best.
The clone stopped in the path of the shadow, an evil grin parting his muzzle. “Got you!” The Cervez clone growled, the deep voice almost a thunderous boom enough to send shivers down the spine of most beings, yet the shadow remained unaffected.
The clone attacked, and the shadow fought back. However, even though its mass was almost incorporeal it still had enough mass to fight back. It matched every single one of the clone’s strikes with punches of his own; the Shadow's fists began to fly in a flurry of punches enough to where the poor clone was slowly driven back from whence it came until it disappeared with a shimmer.
After that was and over with, the shadow was left in utter silence, save for the rustling of trees, and the ambient sounds of animals and insects. The shadow continued walking down the forest path, still on the lookout for any sign of the Anubian he had deemed as its prey.
“Tsk...” Cervez gently held the side of his face and tried to remain standing after the experience was over, receiving the memories of your clone was never a fun thing to experience. “I think I’m gonna hurl...” Next time he’d make sure to make those clones or copies more durable… or at least not send them running to their death if this was the result he’d get every time they got completely and totally owned. Shaking his head —AND IMMEDIATELY REGRETTING IT HOLY SHIT— Cervez tried to get his bearings and succeeded, mostly.
Sighing under his breath, the Anubian focused internally in the energy that coursed through his body, and in the next moment there stood two more copies at either side of him. “You know the plan,” Of course they knew, given that they were almost perfect copies of himself and thus had all his experience and knowledge.
Cervez, meanwhile stood silent amiss everything that would start to happen around him, not letting any external sources shake his concentration as he began to gather his Ki, using the Shadow's probably shift its focus in his favor to buy himself some time for what he had planned. Considering that he knew of the disadvantage of splicing oneself, he knew that Clone #1 and #2 had roughly a certain percent of his power each, with him as the original with the remaining percentage that was left.
He knew that the clones wouldn’t be able to stand against the shadow being for much longer, in fact, he probably had only a few spare seconds to focus and gather his energy, so he’d use those seconds wisely as his clones kept the shadow occupied.
Copy #1 appeared a safe distance away from its location. His furred palms shone with stored power before he punched the air many times, releasing many energy spheres at the shadow, the energy giving off a warm light that illuminated the dark area with its radiance and chased away the shadows for few seconds, ending it with a larger than normal Ki blast.
All of his attacks were swiftly pimp slapped aside by his foe, except when he threw that overcharged energy blast out of the canopy Copy #2 came down for a freefall, a powerful falling ax kick aimed at its head. While the shadow had managed to block the last energy blast, it couldn't move fast enough to block the kick aimed at its face, as it connected with a meaty thwack, the heel of Cervez's foot stuck to the shadow's lack of a face for a couple of moments before it was sent flying through the forest, crashing through trees with such force that they completely snapped in half.
It kept going until finally, he hit the forest floor harshly, enough to shake the entire pocket dimension they were in. The Shadow laid on the ground, dazed and in pain, and it showed as its form seemed to shift and contract as wisps of shadow quickly reformed its body back to tip-top shape, but it was a slow process.
After a minute, the shadow began to stand up, body slouched forward. Its left hand clutched into a tight fist. Without warning, it punched a tree in front of it, the force of the blow causing the tree to nearly get vaporized.
Cervez winced as he heard the sounds of trees breaking apart in the background, the sound so grating to his ears that he almost stopped channeling his energy but soldiered on, but then there was a thunderous CRASH as the pocket dimension, hell perhaps the whole fucking Room of Spirit and Time began to shake and rumble dangerously with the force of something having broken the sound barrier with extreme prejudice.
He gulped at the horrendous noise happening not too far away from his location, and once he got the small snippets of memories from his clones, they getting completely owned in that shockwave of power, the Anubian quickly took to the skies, just in the nick of time as right where he stood moments ago the ground was torn asunder in a shower of splinters, bark, and debris.
He coughed, flailing his arms around to disperse the thick layer of dust that rose to the skies, once he could properly see without his eyes watering from the dust, his jaw almost fell to the floor in shock as he gazed at all the destruction that one of the shadow's punches could cause.
“It’s official...” He said as he gently began to descend from the air, keeping his eyes peeled in the case that the thing decided to attack. “I'd have to use IT if I'm planning on winning this...” His feet touched the ground, the Anubian having a bit of a hard time to gain his balance as everywhere you looked most of the forest was completely decimated, not even the ground floor was visible as trees, branches, piles of rock and other shit concealed it from view.
At least the mist remained, but now with a thick layer of dust with it hovering around the air.
Keeping his senses sharp, he began to channel his energy once again, slowly building it until it reached a crescendo. While he did that, he extended his senses outward and tried to find the thing's form and energy signature through all the destruction. “Where are you...”
There! All his senses screamed at once when he finally located its signature, the purple-furred jackal turning to regard the approaching shadow with his full attention as he fell into a battle stance.
The shadow then reached down and picked up a small pebble with its left hand. It began to toss it up once, twice before casually tossing it Cervez's way. Normally, a pebble-like that wouldn’t do shit against someone as strong as the Anubian. However, the Being of Destruction could tell that the way the shadow threw the pebble was not normal at all.
Shit! He barely had enough time to figure out what it was planning before he had to act. Dodging that deadly projectile was almost too easy. What wasn’t easy, however, was the split-second decision he had to make when the shadow being suddenly entered his personal space with a fist aimed at his stomach.
Either use THAT technique against the thing with every he had or let himself be hit and quite possibly lose all the air he had in his lungs. The decision was quite easy and made in such a quick time span it was lucky that Cervez didn't get whiplash. As it stood, the Anubian rose a paw and soldiered through the momentum in that punch, a shockwave of displaced air followed as his feet skidded against the ground but ultimate he stopped that attack, his fingers tightening against that shadowy fist to not let the thing get away from him.
With his free hand, he stretched the appendage outward, fingers straight and palm open facing the thing. Dark energy gathered inside his hand and around it before he intoned. "Hakai." With that one word, a pulse of that dark energy left his hand and slammed against the shadow being, earning blood-curdling screech of pain as it twisted and squirmed, trying to get away from what was causing it a tremendous amount of pain, but it was already too late.
In no time at all, the shadowy being began to disappear into dust as the destructive energy of the technique attacked it at the cellular level, leaving nothing behind once the process was complete besides a very tired Anubian standing there by himself.
The Master of two Martian Arts Schools slowly got up and began to stretch his tired muscles. "Man... that was a good workout." Not one he'd like to repeat in such a short order but enjoyable all the same.
Shaking his head, the Anubian left the Pocket Dimension behind him, making his way towards where he knew the exit was located so he could get to the main building inside the Room of Spirit and Time so he could grab a well-deserved rest and perhaps a bite to eat.
At first, the Earthling Saiyan had no idea this chamber would have even existed. After all, most of his training was as far as one could get with weights, training rooms and well, he did have a gravity chamber but never actually used it. He wasn’t fond of them, but either way, he wasn’t certainly one to put down a challenge but the Room of Spirit and Time would soon reveal itself to be something more than just a big gravity chamber. It wasn’t certainly a matter of style, but rather the lifestyle itself was rather harsh but not too difficult to handle.
That’s what he thought.
In the first months of their training, it was seemingly harsh but not too difficult to get used to it. Although it was a new experience for him, Cornatto himself had apparently been taking this nicely; almost as if he was growing used to it.
Every day was completely made out of training, training and some more training. Obviously, the Earthling Saiyan wasn’t foolish to know how important was also to focus at times, although it was barely a thing compared to how most of the time was spent on exercising and improving his fighting.
His bouts with Cervez would usually get harsher and harsher; their multiplied combat abilities were starting to become quite difficult to handle on each part, although the Anubian was the one who held the advantage over the Saiyan. But the latter one tried to keep up as hard as he could until the two had almost seemingly parted ways when it came to training and each one of them apparently went and did their own, but Cornatto didn’t question it.
He knew they wouldn’t have progress if each had to deal with the other’s quirks and weaknesses, maybe one could call them. But Corn preferred to call them differences, after all, it was evident there was an apparent gap between the two, and it didn’t seem to be a problem at first.
But if they wanted the best out of the experience in here, they wouldn’t have gained much out of training with the other but rather have their challenge settled in front of them.
In the beginning, each one of them seemingly done the same things out of their training regimen; they would usually come back to the building established in the center of the immense mass of void that was the Room of Spirit and Time and then they would talk and eat.
Of course, rest was also essential, each one of them had their rooms but, in one way or the other, the two never met directly outside of that as each seemed to take their way and spaces to train on their own.
To be precise, the Earthling Saiyan had also grown accustomed to staying in his Super Saiyan form for a while. It wasn’t certainly a surprise, but it was a little something he had developed to set higher limits for himself instead of turning back to his base form. After all, he had already mastered the form quite well, with the aid of Natto back in the days of the Alliance.
Nine Months Later.
His chest rose and left continuously; he didn’t know if he could handle more of this. He had thought this would have become easier as the months passed by but eventually he almost felt like he was going to develop some aggressivity against the world they were locked into.
It wasn’t a matter of being locked inside but the fact that he was isolated over there when the world outside could be about to die! He had been described the Tree of Might by both Kami and Cervez, although he did recall what had happened in the world of the Kolds, and at first, he was seemingly calm about it, the fact that time was different had started to grow over him.
What if time wasn’t actually ‘different’ in this dimension? Maybe it was just an illusion, and the Earth was no more, no, he couldn’t accept that. And with all of his might, despite not showing signs of his concerns at first, eventually he broke almost apart from the building entirely and had remained over twenty-four hours out there.
In the void, he had gone so far, he couldn’t even find his way back but he wasn’t even trying to; the blonde-haired male could be seen punching as he felt the flames of hell itself wrapping around his fists at each swing he took and the raging torment would only get worse.
He stepped back as he tried to catch his breath. His mind was so out of place because of his lack of sleep. He could feel himself only get weaker at each second that passed, at first he couldn’t even speak before he started mumbling to himself, but each mumble turned into a continuous whisper that only gathered all around Cornatto, and his ears couldn’t stop but pick up on the faint noise that it made.
The man’s features quickly hardened as he tried to walk past the flames, but as soon as he tried, the fire blew with a dark purple explosion as his entire vision was now dark; it was obscure and tainted by fumes that he had earlier pictured as the evil energy he had sensed earlier. Had the Tree of Might got this far?
No, that energy he felt was almost insignificant to him, while the tension he felt all over himself was completely overwhelming. He found it difficult to breathe too, almost as he tried to break free of whatever was going on.
To his eyes, the violet flames twitched and gathered all over around him; getting higher and higher and eventually, they’d bring themselves to lunge at Cornatto who would step back and even further. He could tell he wasn’t getting attacked and yet, Corn felt like he was supposed to suffer even if he felt nothing.
Nothing other than rage.
Anger. As soon as the flames suddenly shaped into a very well familiar form to the Saiyan; a bright, shiny humanoid form that he had previously fought during the war. Why? Was this thing even here? Hadn’t he got rid of him? Why was he always there? Maybe to remind him… that he was still weak?
“You..”
The Saiyan launched forth, a glare expressed his current emotions as he roared and aimed at his face for a haymaker, but before he could even make contact, the image faded and dissolved in a powerful fire that burned all over his skin.
As much as he tried to shield himself from it, there was seemingly no way for him to fight it, but rather, the fire itself was the Saiyan’s torment. But his attention soon shifted elsewhere as he heard someone crying out, whether it was in pain or help, he couldn’t tell. However, he immediately recognized it.
“KABOCHA!!”
He brought himself to step forward, struggling even to shift his gaze as he looked around but could find no one else other than himself. The crying only got worse as he could hear his daughter calling out for help, but the more she did and the more he knew he couldn’t take this anymore. He continued screaming his daughter’s name until his voice began to waver and soon he could see her.
“No… NO!!”
He could see others, other people he had met, his friends, each one of them fading away before Earth itself began to whiter, turning dark… and even darker before it was nothing more than a dead world.
From deep within his chest, a primal growl started to vibrate with echoing intensity, soon enough reaching a roaring crescendo as a golden aura flared around his body, and lightning sparks suddenly began to surround his muscular form. Then, his voice broke up into a powerful roar as he unleashed everything he had and his battle power rose above any limit he had encountered that far; he had just tapped into the form beyond a Super Saiyan.
The aura he unleashed was amazing, unlike any milestone he had hit that far as the entire scenario that earlier made use of his concern, his feelings for his home world, all of those flames were wiped away from his powerful energy. And soon, left him alone, once more, in the middle of nothing but a vast emptiness.
“Was… Was I seeing things?”
The man’s voice was sincere but sounded different than before; it was serious, he couldn’t help but feel his heart clench just like the first time he turned into a Super Saiyan; the same strain he felt before he had managed to master the first form of the legendary warrior. However, this time, it was stronger over him.
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, reverting to his base form as he cracked a grin before he laughed faintly. “Ha...haha… I guess I let myself go-- just a little bit!” - the man said to himself as he made his way back to the direction where he could sense Cervez and then, hopefully, take some rest.
Soon, a few more months passed and it was time for both to leave.
Unlocking Super Saiyan Two [x26]
Thread Exit! I'd like PL with HBTC bonus and my last 15% PL bonus.
WC: 1572 Total WC: 5778
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2017 15:27:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
The time was finally upon them. The final hour where the door would finally open and let them leave this place held in another dimension. It was almost sad to leave this place, considering they lived here for a whole year and created all sort of memories. Well, if you count memories are talking for a few minutes before beating the living shit out of each other on a monthly basis.
The two of them had grown in leap and bounds, their powers escalating further and further up as time went by. While Cervez hasn't managed to unlock any sort of latent potential deep within him, it seemed that the Saiyan Warrior named Cornatto found a new well of power deep within himself three months ago, the Anubian's sharp hearing easily catching the man's anguished scream before a truly stupendous amount of energy slammed against his face and shocking the purple-furred jackal to pay attention.
Naturally, once the Saiyan came back from his training Cervez challenged him to another spar, and he could easily say that this time Cornatto won the match fair and square, putting their record fairly even once more. Even so, he couldn't help the shiver of dread that crawled down his spine. Were their strength enough to withstand whatever summoned that parasitic tree out there, or were their efforts only doomed for failure?
In the end, he brushed those thoughts aside with a violent shake of his head, refusing to think further on them and instead focusing on the trials that were ahead of them now that their time was almost up. They were battered, bruised and their clothes had seen better days but Cervez hasn't felt so engorged with energy up to this point in time. "You ready for this?" The Anubian spoke, his tone more rhetoric than inquiring as he sends a smirk towards the Saiyan, the door opening in front of them, an almost blinding ray of light seeped into the chamber, threatening to sear their eyes yet the Anubian didn't look away.
"It's time to face this tree head on. Come, let's make haste, who knows what has happened since we entered inside." With that final message, the Anubian stepped forward into the unknown, knowing that Cornatto would be one step behind him and ready for combat.
He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was also eager to see his trusted vassal once more, even though it has been a day outside of the chamber, one year had passed inside, and that was one year too many without hearing the bassy tone of his servant. Hopefully he had passed the trial and came back stronger out of it, otherwise, he'd have to raise hell and take his soul back from the clutches of the afterlife.
TAGS: @cornatto OOC NOTES: It's been fun. I'd like PL please, with all the bonuses that are applicable!
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
@cornatto you've gained PL 37,519, bringing you up to PL 309,134. You've also unlocked SSJ2. Welcome to the first tier of your BMM =D Cervez you've gained PL 37,519, bringing you up to PL 45,675, bringing you up to PL 280,726.
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