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Namek was a strange place. In his early years Zyahe had traveled around several worlds and looked up at perhaps a dozen different colours of sky. Green hadn't been one of those, although there were several shades of off-blue which came close, the lilac and lavender one's were always nice though his personal favourite was always the burnt orange which transitioned to a bright red close to the line of the horizon when it came around to sunset. Earth's own atmosphere in which he had spent the last few years allowed for a complicated interplay of ever shifting hues beyond its standard blue, but the strangest thing about either world was in fact something which they shared in common. Namek and Earth were both largely peaceful, something which those same early experiences had shown him was at a premium in the universe. Stranger still then that an organization of primarily Saiyans would find themselves here.
Oh it made a certain amount of sense, he knew that well enough after almost half a year here. There were things to which the Saiyan temperament was not well suited and vice-versa for the Namekians. Though they had their own warriors having a large contingent of a vaunted warrior race close by made significant sense so long as each was on good terms with the other. They just seemed so very different to begin with was the thing. Namekian warriors he had heard would use their down time to fit in whatever training they could or else spend it in quiet contemplation of themselves and their ki; more closely at hand he'd observed his Saiyan colleagues would use whatever downtime they had between training to squeeze in more training still. Sometimes he wondered if he were really one of them at all or whether this was all some great cosmic joke. He might prefer that at this stage.
Lying flat on his back Zyahe rolled his muscles against the still unfamiliar presence of his battle armour. He'd been told that it was designed to be super-light weight and not to impede one's movements in as far as possible, even the over-large shoulder pads had a good deal of flex in them for this purpose, but while many other Saiyans sat in it as though they'd been poured he could never quite get settled in it. He knew why. The armour didn't fit, oh it bent and stretched to accommodate his body perfectly but it wasn't him, it didn't fit him. Thee armour was uncomfortable chiefly because it reminded him of an uncomfortable truth. He had not wanted to leave Earth, it was quiet and kind and simple, if it weren't for a series of devastating events that had tipped public opinion far and a way against the Saiyan race he would be there still. He'd left Earth's peace behind as an unfortunate necessity but he would have to leave behind the peace of Namek as an inevitability.
If he were lucky, quick and string enough he would come back, but sooner or later he would be ordered off to battle again. That was the job, everyone kept on reminding him, which meant that if he wanted to stay in this safe, peaceful place then it was his job. Saiyans were a warrior race, it was said. Often and loudly. He was a Saiyan and he was here,it was really that simple.
Sitting up with a sigh he looked out across the pristine, undisturbed water which reflected the emerald green above. Namek was strange, he thought, but it was nice. Occasionally a Saiyan would whoosh overhead reminding him of where he was, sometimes even throwing out ripples across the water's surface if they were really booking it but his time spent here in contemplation had been largely undisturbed. How long had he been sitting there, he wondered, it suddenly occurring that he had little enough inclination of time passing on a planet with three suns. It was only in leaning back that he realized that this had probably been altogether too long, as instead of the strange, serene green skies he was greeted instead by a figure framed in the perpetual glower of one of Namek's solar triad.
'Uhm...' he began, not really sure how to go on under the circumstances.
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In his new red armor with cape on it, Beat strolled on the academy grounds. He was part of this academy before his graduation a year later. As the leader of Remnant Alliance's student, normally he doesn't need to join the academy, but to prove to his girlfriend's family that he's indeed a man that's worthy of her, he joined it anyway. It resulted him to finish the entire training in two years. While practical matters doesn't matter because his higher power level and heck, he was the Alliance's Legendary Super Saiyan at age of 12. He's could aced everything easily. However, experience wise, he was lacking. When he fought with Tarro in even field, he noticed just how lacking he was. In these two years, he's building his experience, and finally here he is. He hoped that he would be a considerable force to be reckoned.
"Hmmm, well, I guess it's time huh..."
One day he was invited to teach. It's something rare, but... Beat decided that hey, maybe he could teach them indeed! He'll use a bit of experience on how his master taught him to teach finally! And so, he walked in front of the newbies. His height is not imposing, merely about 160 cm in height. He's merely beefier than other Saiyans at his age, and that's pretty much how different he looked. His red hair and red eyes signified his mixed blood and his golden tail looks fluffy. If they don't know better how he performed in the academy, no one would believe this guy ever fought together with Kingdom soldiers and Toru against the demons.
...But their terror just began.
"YOU THERE, QUIT SLACKING! ARE YOU SOME SNAIL!? EVEN A SLOTH RUN FASTER THAN YOU! I'LL PROBABLY FINISH GRILLING AN ENTIRE DINOSAUR WHILE WAITING YOU RUN A FUCKING LAP! YOU, STOP TAKING IT EASY! EVEN MY DEAD GRANDMA HAD MORE SPIRIT ON HER LEGS THAN YOU! HERE YOU CALL YOURSELF A SAIYAN!? HER OLD BONES GONNA CLATTER FROM LAUGHING AT HOW SHE'S FASTER THAN A SO CALLED WARRIOR RACE! GO TAKE ANOTHER FUCKING LAP!!"
...Perhaps he's enjoying this a bit too much, but Beat pretty much yelled at them on the top of his lungs. Well, it would be fine and dandy if he wasn't such an intimidating figure but at the moment, he's twirling balls of ki on his hands like he's ready to shot them if anyone is slacking. Once it's seem that they're behaving enough, he would approach one that looked as if they're some lost kid.
"...Hey, state your name, soldier," he would address Zyahe suddenly. WC: 436
Struggling at first to make out the face of the armoured figure against the sun's rays it became abundantly clear from his order that this was a superior of one stripe or another, probably the one whom he had heard barking orders at some of the more raw recruits just a few moments ago. Whoever it was their very presence standing above him like this was suffocating, such that Zyahe for a moment forgot where he was.
'What? Me?' He had blurted the words out before his somewhat dazzled vision cleared, bringing in to better focus the exact kind of armour the figure wore and somewhat clarifying who Zyahe was actually talking to. This question, he judged almost immediately, had been a big mistake and springing up from where he lay he inclined his head respectively towards the figure he now recognized as the Remnant Ambassador. They'd never had occasion to meet, why would they after all? Zyahe had heard things about him though around the Citadel. Apparently he was not only ridiculously strong, but he could increase his might even further by becoming a Super Saiyan, something which Zyahe had never seen before but which the other recruits seemed to hold in esteem and awe. He did recall however, that his mother had once told him that the Super Saiyan (she'd used it singular but there seemed to be several in the Remnant alone, go figure) was by far and a ways the strongest of their race if not the greatest warrior in the universe. Without realizing it, the thought made Zyahe swallow the knot that had been forming in his throat at the further consideration of this person. What's more he had apparently been hand picked by the Overseer after attaining such a form at the age of only twelve. This was not somebody whom he would be favoured to mess around.
Now standing before him, Zyahe was still evidently flustered. Even on his feet, face to face, if he hadn't been able to sense his ki and even then if he'd known nothing of the other Saiyan's reputation then the continuous and insistent pressure that seemed to exude from him would be evidence enough of his strength.
'I mean-- uh, me, sir?' Standing ramrod straight now he broke in again hopefully before the Ambassador would have any chance to address his profoundly stupid question. 'I'm Zyahe, sir. I came in with a batch of recruits about six months ago or so... sir. It's a pleasure to be able to finally meet you, sir. That having been said he inclined his head again in another polite bow, something which he'd picked up on Earth that generally smoothed things like this over. Was he bowing too much? Not enough? Was the one enough? He was definitely saying 'sir' too much since now it tasted weird in his mouth, like it had lost all meaning and was just a collection of sounds.
'Did you need me for something, sir?' But there it went off again anyway, for want of anything better to say.
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It's not like Beat likes to flaunt off his status and all the power to even newbies, but considering there are seniority in place, also stuff like actual rank in the political circles of the Remnant Alliance, not knowing when to bow your head and when to act casually could be dangerous. Granted, he too acted a bit too casually around his teacher and leader, but he was a brat. It's more tolerable than someone who near an adult doing that... And so, when the guy asked if he meant him, Beat slowly squinted as if unamused. He awaited for several more moment before speaking up. "...Yeah, you. Did I stutter or did I look past you? My eyes directly looking at you who seemingly slacks off enough to have no idea that he's addressed by superior. Are you some sort of maggot with plastic beads for eyes? Some sort of sloth that would die if you exert more than what you can? Are you even saiyan to begin with? Now stand proud damn you. Show some backbone!"
Beat doesn't like to yell at people in public, and this... is one of the instance. Public shaming won't do, so he keep his voice normal although with more gruffness in it. "Do I need you for something? Well, answer me this then... This is the academy, place of training, my question is are you here for training, are you here for retraining, or are you here because you're told to go back to the basic? Are you a new graduate, or already graduated months before? Whichever the case you stand up straight this instant! If you want to take a break, take one on the proper place! I'd be damned if some newer recruits think that you could rest like it's no one's business like you're sunbathing! Might as well as take one of those metal plate and get some TAN at it!"
It might be excessive, but then again, he luckily just show this sort of personality when he's training the other. He checked for the guy's ki, and felt that he doesn't seem to be all that tired. For now he's going to gauge just how strong this guy is compared to the newer recruits. "...Well then... I guess because I'm currently a bit free, might as well as train you huh. Zyahe, is that your name? Until you prove yourself otherwise you're sunbathing worm to me. I'll call you that until you show me what you can do! Give me five laps around the academy, now!"
Zyahe had been in this situation often enough that he knew when a question, even one bawled into someone's face, didn't want an answer. Rhetorical wasn't quite the right word. So right the way through the Ambassador's tirade he remained bare faced and straight backed exactly like he'd been told. Albeit being called a sunbathing worm did kind of make him want to laugh and he had to try pretty damn hard not to do so. That certainly was a new one.
Five laps? Five laps of the academy wasn't nothing. Enough to really work up a sweat if he went all out... he wasn't going to do that, he concluded in short order. During his short time amongst his own people Zyahe had learned quite early on that if anything agitated a Saiyan more than perceived weakness then it was perceived strength. The trainers and higher ranks in particular were possessed of a keen impulse to test, assess and quantify the merest sniff of an unforeseen power. It was a habit not solely keyed in to effective asset management, he suspected, but then who was he to judge? As Zyahe started out jogging with obvious reluctance he was resolved that he would not give the Ambassador anything to express a sustained interest in, at the same time though he knew that he needed to put in a good enough performance that he was not disposed to punish the underling any more than he already had done. Five laps was a pretty decent trade off just so long as it meant he go his own way afterwards. Clearly he needed to find somewhere more secluded that he could contemplate his wretched luck from.
It was a balancing act then, good but never so as much as more than 'good enough' could be the assessment. Pitching in to a more concerted run the Saiyan half-breed quickly saw the back of the recruits which the Ambassador had just sent off before him. A fair few of the stragglers had been there just long enough to see the altercation and offered the conclusion that he'd 'really done it now, thanks' or that he was 'in for it' just as soon as he was done. For his own sake and maybe just a little for theirs Zyahe hoped that this was not the case. He'd had to deal with enough people on Earth getting up on him because of his heritage that positive discrimination wasn't exactly the break he was looking for. 'Even a Saiyan to begin with,' he'd said. Maybe only to begin with if this was his new normal.
His thought process detracting nothing from the strength and speed of his gait, Zyahe had soon broken the front of the pack, this was to be expected. Six months of experience and training ought to always trump a raw recruit, especially in a regimen so intense as those which the Remnant Alliance exposed its hopefuls to, but at the same time he didn't want to over-excite his observer and so after building a commanding lead he relaxed a touch and merely maintained distance with the pack. Some of the more proud runners tried to keep pace with him from there but either from aggravated exhaustion due to the continuous drilling or merely having overdone it trying to catch up they soon ran themselves out of contention. By the conclusion of his final lap he was running alone, everyone else either having switched out to further drilling or else now so far behind as they could hardly be counted running the same course.
With a final few slow, languid steps to convey tiredness which honestly wasn't there, he approached the Ambassador and resumed his prior pose standing by, straight as an arrow and staring off in to the middle distance as he didn't even deign to meet the officer's gaze and risk irritating him further.
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Perhaps when the older teen ran he would suddenly hear some voice on his head. The voice of the young ambassador of course. He has used telepathy, a skill that saiyans rarely picked. Admittedly, even their leader Komatsu dislike being contacted with telepathy. However, according to Beat this sort of communication is actually safer to hijacking compared to the more traditional communication with scouter. By the way, worm... just a little insight. Some lower class instructor might have no idea of someone's true potential, but for some people who already used to it, they know how strong would you give at your level. I would know. Are you serious in trying to keep that facade with me...?
When he said that, Beat would materialize some ki on his hand. The voice that rang on Zyahe's head would be very cold too, almost really dangerously cold. "There are several things I hate in this world, but if it came to recruits, I hate those that think they can take on the world without the power backing it up. I hate those bigheaded kids that want to jump to the frontline thinking they'll die some honorable death or survive and get some cool looking scars. I hate it when they think they're ready when in fact they still smell like they just pissed their diapers yesterday. Weakling recruits are fine with me. I'll just train them until they become elites. In fact, I like underdogs. I like those who are weak but trying hard to do what they can for their people. I like those who got called MAGGOTS yet didn't let that crush their spirits. I like those who trying to impress while earnestly working... Some instructors might dislike the weak bastards that they thought doesn't worth a jack shit, but I actually likes them a lot. I loved their guts... and that's why..."
He began shooting countless energy balls toward running Zyahe.
"THERE'S NOTHING THAT PISSES ME OFF MORE THAN SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY STRONG BUT TRIES TO TAKE IT EASY JUST BECAUSE THEY HATES CONFLICT! YOU GODDAMN SUNBATHING WORM, YOUR ATTITUDE PISSES ME OFF!! MIGHT AS WELL AS PUT YOU UNDER MY CARE TO RESHAPE YOU! I'D ACTUALLY HAVE BETTER CHANCES WITH SOME PLANARIA THAN A LEECH LIKE YOU! RUN, RUN LIKE YOUR LIFE MEANS IT, YOU GODDAMN SNAIL! MIGHT AS WELL AS CHOP THAT LEGS IF YOU DON'T RUN ANY FASTER! YOU'RE NOT EVEN WORTH TO BE CALLED WORM AT THIS POINT! WORMS STILL AT LEAST AERATE THE GROUND!"
...Indeed, this would be the first time that the recruits saw their Ambassador in super bad mood. It would cause many of them tremble in fear. Some might soiled their pants, another would just look at the running boy in sympathy. The rain of ki blasts would continue until the boy finally returned to Beat's side. "NOW GIVE ME FIVE HUNDRED PUSH UP! GET DOWN THERE, UP, DOWN AGAIN, UP, DON'T YOU DARE COUNT UNTIL YOU GET THE RIGHT FORM! YOU THINK YOU CAN TRICK MY EYES!? WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE FACING AGAINST HUH!? DID YOU THINK THAT I'M JUST SOME NEWLY BORN KID YOU CAN TRICK AGAINST JUST BECAUSE I'M YOUNGER!? OR ARE YOU THAT DAMN ARROGANT TO THINK YOU CAN MAKE A DAMN HIGH RANK NOT NOTICE ALL THE SIGNS OF YOUR SO CALLED BULLSHIT FATIGUE!? YOU WANNA HAVE A GO HUH!?"
Probably at this time, Beat's shouting would most likely gathered attention of many other, but he's not stopping. He's REALLY pissed in many way, but he guessed that because this is saiyan based society. In time where war is almost upon their face, Alliance doesn't need any lazy members that doesn't know their place. WC: 620 TWC: 1481
Having ignored the voice in his head, the one which wasn't supposed to be there at any rate, Zyahe had pretty much proceeded with his plan regardless. The Ambassador wasn't really trying to hit him. That discerning logic went both ways, Zyahe realized and if he had wanted to then the Remnant brass could have wiped him off the face of the planet no questions asked. That having been said when one landed close enough that its backwash knocked him clean off his feet he did pick up the pace a mite. Broadly though the half-breed kept up with his plan and upon returning he just continued to stand there as his superior continued to lay in to him. If name-calling was the worst kind of abuse he'd had to put up with these past few years then it was likely that the young man would never have wound up with the Remnant to begin with. Well that and the Ambassador, though Zyahe would never think to tell him so, really didn't seem to be very good at it. Probably for the best all told, given what his position entailed.
Not having carried off his ruse quite so well as he'd hoped, Zyahe wordlessly knelt down at the Ambassador's order before assuming the required posture. So far so standard, he thought to himself, if the Ambassador thought that drilling or having his nose shoved in the dirt bothered him at all then he was barking up the wrong tree. A small part of him wanted to burst out with that correction. He didn't think he was all that, he didn't particularly want to fool anyone, he didn't think he'd seen it all or was ready for it all. On the contrary, he knew with every fiber of his being that he was woefully unprepared for what was to come. That was only a small part though, the rest of him knew well enough he just had to get through this. The Ambassador would get tired or frustrated or just sick of yelling and after a closing salvo of insults they'd go their separate ways.
Out of all these misfires though there was one thing which the officer had said which had resonated with him. 'Doing what they can for their race' was an idea he could begin to get behind. He didn't have the same kind of collectivist zeal that a lot of the other Saiyans seemed to and he didn't know that he could do very much since he'd always been pretty weak, but he understood well enough that they had to stick together especially now. Nearby he could feel the other recruits' eyes on them, could sense their ki nearby and whenever the Ambassador wasn't cursing up a storm he thought he could hear them whisper as they went about their own training.
That didn't bother him, they could think he was a sunbathing worm too for all he cared. 'It's –rrgh, exactly as you say, sir...' he finally spoke out as he pushed back up from the dusty ground. Not that he cared whether they overheard or not, but with the Ambassador so close at hand he couldn't afford to slack off and so could only speak softly between reps. 'Since the earliest time I can –uff-- remember. I've always been weak, but at the same time my –hah-- power always runs out of control when I get agitated. So I kept on avoiding fight because –hggh-- if being strong means I'll –nngh-- be a berserker that destroys lives, then frankly sir, I'd rather just be weak.'
He continued on in silence, bracing slightly for the torrent of verbal and physical lashing he expected was about to fall atop him, but he was satisfied that in some small way he had set the record straight.
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"Hmph, look at that, finally the worm got guts to speak up his circumstance. Stand at attention!" Beat barked again. His eyes, while still looking furious, apparently know what the guy is talking about. Beat would then sat in air sitting position, as in, crossing his legs while he's floating. "What you're doing at the moment is to reject your own qualities. Instead of looking your qualities as part of you, you're running away from it, scared from it, but this seems to confirm my suspicion. Recruit, you're not joining because of your free will, isn't it? You're joining because circumstance... Although if you're joining for a way to control your power... no, unlikely. Based on your time joining, someone might already gave you pointers on that. Hmnh, looks like there can't be any better circumstance.
Listen very carefully. I have no idea on what planet you're born in, I have no idea what sort of life you have gone through, but assuming that you are afraid of your power and treat it as a stranger instead of part of you, then unfortunately, you will never control it. In fact, it will only worsen the result when you keep rejecting it." At this time, Beat's voice returned to its even state "If you ask 'how do you know'? Normally... everyone had a chance to be the Great Ape somewhere in their life. By that time they'd feel their primal instinct for the first time. I don't. I didn't had my tail back again until I was 11 and the moment I came to this planet. The suns would stop me from ever getting my Great Ape transformation anyway. So that brings the current predicament... How did I know? Why I talk as if I know? Well, that's easy. I experienced the same thing that you feared. I killed somebody in a fit of rage. Am I proud of it? Nope. Was I scared when that happened? Oh hell yes. Do you know how it felt? It felt like it's right, like losing part of your sanity that controls your moral and all you can think is how you're happy that you managed to kill that bastard, because that just felt so right. But the moment the moral is back, the moment the sane side is back, you'll vomit, you'll cry, you'll get scared. You'd ask 'is this me?' because hey, that's the truth. Denial is really strong, and the more you let that builds up inside of you, the worse it'll become when it came out. I understand of that fear, but that's all the more reason why you need to control it and make it part of you than be afraid of it.
Saiyans usually doesn't mind about their violent tendencies. but we here are remnant alliance are taught that we're not to let our rage consumes us. We're far better than that. We're warrior race, Saiyans. But does that means we're to hurt another with a reason? Maybe some of us does, but not ones that stayed here. We're here because we want to choose the battlefield we believed in. We're here because we want to prove that we're not just some destroyer apes. Mercenaries we are, but Overseer Komatsu wanted to create a mercenary organization where we can do job that we're proud of, that we can do something that we believe in. If you think that this is some military organization then you can't be more wrong on that. We're here banding because we believe in one goal, of giving us Saiyans a chance of peaceful paradise while at the same time getting a thrill out of battle in a mission.
Are you afraid of your strength? Are you ashamed to be born with that sort of power? You shouldn't be. That power is yours. Your power is how you define it. If you keep rejecting it, then it'll be bomb, if you accepted it, then Super Saiyan is not a dream, not even for you. The same thing as your pride. I have no idea whether you're proud to be saiyan halfling or not, but be proud. Proud of both of your blood. Proud that you're born as one of the strongest warrior race, Saiyan. Don't let that power make you think it's just exist to destroy. Define your own strength and your own pride, recruit. If you want to control your strength then in this alliance, I felt there's no better teacher than me on that front. If it's berserk that you're afraid of then I'll show you what a controlled state could do, simple as that. If you're interested in learning how to be proud of what you are... of what you can achieve, then I'll train you. Obviously, it's up to you." WC: 800 TWC: 2281
Of course virtually everyone with Saiyan blood had the chance to be a Great Ape sooner or later just as the Ambassador said, but there were measures that could be taken against such things. Zyahe's situation was a little different and before either of them agreed to anything it seemed to him as though they both ought to put their cards on the table. The Remnant officer had shared what seemed like something very personal with him just now, something which as he said he wasn't at all proud of, the least the recruit could do was to explain just exactly the nature of the problem. Though from the sound of things he was already familiar with it, having gone through a similar things himself. Still standing by as he'd been ordered Zyahe began that explanation.
'If it's the Great Ape then it's easy, right? Just don't go out on that night. But that's never been it for me, it's scary sure but it's not that much of a problem.' His shoulders slumped in contravention to the Ambassador's prior order as he dipped his head in shame. 'When I snap it's like something else is piloting my body while I'm on the outside, my power skyrockets, the whole world seems to shrink and all I can hear is all that “warrior blood” pounding in my head... and I can't stand it.' Towards the end, before he'd come to the Alliance he did feel genuinely aggrieved to have been born the Hybrid that he was, he had always thought that it was those dual warrior natures flaring up, one blade sharpening the other that whipped him in to a frenzy. It was enough to make him ashamed of his very self when he had been all alone, in his darker moments he cursed his luck to have been born thus. Even now though he couldn't say so.
'While I was on Earth I thought that if I could become weak like the people there were then it wouldn't be the worst thing, but my mother was a Saiyan so that wasn't about to happen.' Not looking straight down now he diverted his gaze off to the side as he remembered and he was sure that the both of them had always been in control, he spared a glance at the still waiting superior before he addressed the heart of the matter, not really knowing what he was going to say for sure himself.
'I've never seen a Super Saiyan, but my mother did tell me stories about it. I don't know if I want to be that strong, whether I could or should be responsible for that level of power, but if there's a chance... even if there's a slim chance that I can keep control of myself in future then it would be worth taking.' It was up to him but the freedom to be miserable, to float around like a pariah and to be consumed inside out by this thing, whatever it was, in his blood was no choice at all. 'Show me the way,' he said finally, raising his head with a glint of something quite unlike himself, something distinctly 'Saiyan' in his eye. That is, before he realized himself and promptly bowed his head. 'I mean, please show me, sir.'
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x1 Medicine Brew (Senzu)
x1 Extra DB Roll
x1 Unique Capsule
"It's not... as easy as you think, frankly," Beat would said. "Many of us halfling thinks that it's beneficial to not go out, that it's something that we can eventually deal with... but it's not the case to many. In fact, I'd say that training with Great Ape is a great training for Super Saiyan. We half breeds are told to stay inside, probably because at times we lives in society that doesn't have someone who can stop us in case we become one, but... well, thing is, they're not wrong, but at the same time, it later would be a problem too. Sure majority of Saiyans most likely will never reach Super Saiyan form, but even so... it's not a reason to not train your great ape form. I never turned into one admittedly. Never.
And... that's why I think it's important to master the steps first. You might think it's different beast altogether, but... it's training. You start from the bottom and goes up to the more advanced one. Well, I don't have that sort of training though so... it pretty much just swept me off my feet and it's the scariest sensation ever."
Beat's tail perked up when he heard the other guy is also from Earth "...Huh, that's rare... I don't feel like your other half is Earthling though... wait, this ki... Heran?" ...that explains why the impulse, but... this means he's not the only one. "Well, there's another guy in this place that's also similar to you, but I think the intensity is different."
Still, hearing that the guy said that he wanted to be trained, Beat's grin widened. "WELL SAID! THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR! LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT SOME FIGHT IN YOU EH?! VERY WELL, I'LL TURN YOU INTO A FINE WARRIOR! NO MORE OF THAT WEAKLING SORT OF MINDSET!"
He guessed that a lot of people might thought that he's being too excited or maybe afraid of what's comes next, but instead, he pointed at the ground. "You sit first and recover as much stamina as you could. Alright, listen up, Pup. Yeah, I'll call you Pup until you're a full fledged warrior. There are several things that you must know before mouthing off about your power. First, you need to learn control. Control is the very basic of everything. Do you have any ki suppression? That's our basic foundation in most of our training. Second, you need to be stronger. I'll make some menu for your daily diet and build up your body. Some pasty arms like those ain't suited for a saiyan warrior at all! Third, we'll get you some weighted clothes. they build strength faster than anything ever. You might think I'm going too fast, but we need to get you used to strength growth and progression. You've hold yourself back too much, so I want to know how fast you'll grow when you're not holding yourself back. That's the current goal.
Everyday I want you to report to me in my station at 10 AM, do you get it? I'll not tolerate any tardiness. Just because I got some business to attend does not mean that you can slack off either. For now, though... If you got any question you better ask it right now. If you got any protest then speak it out rather than keeping it in your mind!" WC: 564 TWC: 2845
Finally relieved of the relentless drilling Zyahe flopped onto his rear at the Ambassador's feet, heaving a sigh at what was admittedly only a minor exertion for him. Without much input from himself the officer had started reeling off what their training would entail and it all made sense more or less. He knew many Saiyans trained with weighted clothing to increase their power level quicker or just so that they could show off and sandbag some of the newer recruits like him, but for that first reason wearing it had never really occurred to him. Stronger was more dangerous in his head and that was the one thing he couldn't afford, or so he had supposed. If the Ambassador knew a better way then he was willing to try, but before he did there was something important that he had to make sure of.
At the very least though he seemed to have graduated from a sunbathing worm into a Pup, that was something positive to take away. Although he really hoped the Ambassador didn't intend to call him that in public, certainly not with other people around. Just like that he'd transitioned from not really giving a damn about whatever assembled recruits were around to being painfully aware of their presence.
As his superior concluded his explanation the older Saiyan's eyes had drifted off to one side, seemingly dazed or spaced out, maybe looking at something else. In truth Zyahe did have his eye on something, but it was on the inside, the horrific and cataclysmic possibility that he feared above all others. 'Just one, sir,' he began a few moments after being prompted, seeming even then to hesitate as if he were thinking better of what he had to say before he continued. 'It's just that I have been one...a Great Ape I mean. I hate it. I don't really want to have to train that way if I can avoid it, but if you think it would help then I guess I could be brave enough to try. The only thing...' Zyahe hummed a sigh under his breath before he stood up, this had to come out face to face he had decided and as he leveled a sudden steely gaze at the Ambassador, something he which would normally never occur to him to do, he resumed.
' If I have to I can avoid that part, if I lose my nerve or it just doesn't work out then I know I can take precautions against that but... if you're going to make me that much stronger... if I lose it one day and it looks like I'm going to hurt someone, anyone, even if it's an enemy; before I do something I have no chance of taking back then I want to ask you to stop me. Please, sir. Even if it's an enemy, even if we're at war, I don't want to win like that. I know it's selfish but...' Here he trailed off, fully aware that he must sound like quite the fool faced with a veteran warrior, even one who appeared younger than him on the faace of it. Diverting his gaze again he leaned back, the iron seeming to drain out of him as his back and shoulders slumped to their more usual posture.
Mastered Power (x5)
Controlled Great Ape (x10)
Evil Power Surge (x14)
True Super Saiyan (x19)
Legendary Super Saiyan (x34)
True Legendary Super Saiyan (x50)
Estate (+150x Gravity Machine)
Dojo + Martial Arts School
Namekian Dragon Radar, x2 Advanced Scouter
Farm (80% Shop)
Van Eltia (Mothership)
(+2 Cargo Bay Adjustment, x2 Perfect Medical Machine, Advanced Gravity Machine, x1 Boost Thrusters)
x100 Gravity Machine
Cendo (25%)
SIC (Tetsu) (75%)
x1 Medicine Brew (Senzu)
x1 Extra DB Roll
x1 Unique Capsule
"It's not like we can train here on that Great Ape front anyway," Beat answered "unless we gone off planet or something, we won't be able to get any sort of moonlight or blutz wave down here. Well, it's better that way to be honest. We're more peaceful kind. Can't have our apes scaring the Namekians in any sort of way. So if anything I'll just try to get you snap. Our power difference should be obvious, so... honestly, when I trained with my master, his plan was to beat me up until I can control that anger. I'll just do the same to you except... I won't really beat you black and blue. I'll just restrain you, and dodge til you get tired. If I feel that you only will get lost in your anger more and more I'll just knock you out with one punch and then we'll start over when you're awake. Let me just tell you, yes, you won't like it, but the only way you can do to control something is through breaking this unwillingness, and the strive for advancement."
Though... Beat gone silent when the older boy talked about how he don't want to kill anyone. "...Lemme just ask this then, Pup. Do you always think that you have the luxury to not kill in war? Frankly, I dislike it too... but think it like this. When they're out to kill you, they're out to destroy you, they're out to eliminate you... you might have no idea but the Demons declared their wish to eradicate us. They don't care who the fuck did it first, who the fuck is right, who the fuck is wrong. When it comes to this sort of war, you'll notice that they only care about their selfish reason. In that sort of field, in that sort of situation, would you still have luxury to say 'I don't want to kill'?"
Beat's words might be harsh, but it's as if he's asking himself the same question. "...When war happened... your life isn't your own's. It's your comrade's, your family's, and anyone that cares about you, your life also belongs to them. When you fight in the war, you can't say 'I sacrifice myself for the others' without thinking about their feeling. I... I might haven't seen the war to its true extent. I only fought along with several other high rankers in our attempt to stop the demons from getting their wish. Twelve years old... that was how old I was back then. In our Earth, you'd probably hated by everyone and persecuted for the rest of your life for sending a 12 years old to the battlefield. But at that time, there's no one strong enough to stop them. In that sort of time, my logical choice of action is... I need to fight, I need to stop them, otherwise everyone will get killed. But you know... my mother cried, I left without saying a thing to my girlfriend because I know she'll get really angry to me that I challenged death for the third time, and the feeling of never being able to see my baby brother and sister anymore made me so scared. But the feeling of wanting to protect is stronger.
Admittedly, back then I didn't thought about their feelings at all... t's only when I returned that I understood... I'm just being selfish. Everyone is the same. They have something they want to protect. War is cruel, but you might as well as being selfishly selfless. Remember, when war happened... your life isn't your own so... you gotta treasure it. You might felt distaste to kill for now. That's fine. Absolutely fine. In fact, never get used to kill at all. That's the best way. Those who are used to killing pretty much has lost their morals. When you start to enjoy it then you lose yourself fully... But remember. Don't be picky on your method of survival. If it's possible and we have the luxury, though... I'll definitely stop you." WC: 676 TWC: 3521
As the Ambassador clarified further the method of their training Zyahe wasn't exactly sure he liked the sound of it, but whereas he had been avoiding anything that would have overly agitated his Saiyan-Heran nature it made a certain amount of sense that continuously exposing himself to a stimulus would help him deal with it better. In light of the fact that they would be doing this in a more controlled environment and of the masses of power he could feel coming off the Saiyan superior he could rest easy that he wouldn't be allowed to rage out of control for very long. As for the rest, he knew well that they might not always have the latitude to decide who lived and who died, assuming that without the sheer power to back it up would be a disaster. A disaster not just for him it wa made clear in no uncertai terms, so much so that Zyahe hung his head in shame that the Ambassador had fought against the Demon attack when he... well he had been little use to anyone. Much as he disliked actual fighting, whenever something of the kind happened he felt a deep pang of shame somewhere inside him, perhaps in what someone else might call his “warrior's heart,” perhaps it was even another form of that vaunted Saiyan “pride” that they all spoke of.
What he was most afraid of though was if he killed someone while he was in that other state, because he'd gotten fairly close in the past, if he did the deed he wasn't entirely sure that he would be able to come back. He didn't want to be stuck walking around as that other person, that thing that only showed itself when he'd well and truly reached the end of his rope.
Rather than relate this to the officer though, he merely gave a somewhat discontented huff before offering his reply. 'I guess that'll have to do for now.' The hybrid offered the Ambassador a grateful smile as he said so, it meant a lot to him that his superior would agree to his request, with whatever cavaeat. Another Saiyan might just have told him to stop being such a wet blanket and suck it up, or some variation thereupon. But damn, the Ambassador hadn't just assented to his request it looked as though he'd thought it over pretty deeply before giving his answer yay or nay.
There was something of a lull in the conversation here and Zyahe shifted awkwardly before moving on ore to the business at hand. 'You asked if I could suppress my power, didn't you, sir?' Knowing full well that he had Zyahe didn't really give any pause for confirmation, instead he reigned in his power to about half of its full potential before powering back up to his maximum, tensing at the exertion as a gust of air blew out from him, bowing the grass around them momentarily before his green tinted pale aura abated. 'I'm not great at using ki while my powers suppressed either and this is about as high as I can go unless--' He cut out here, the implication being pretty clear that unless he lost all control this was his hard limit for now. He frowned at the thought, knowing already that his new trainer wished to push him over that threshold, perhaps even do so now for curiosity's sake.
'So then, where do we start today, sir?' He asked, suddenly perking up as he was eager to move on.
Mastered Power (x5)
Controlled Great Ape (x10)
Evil Power Surge (x14)
True Super Saiyan (x19)
Legendary Super Saiyan (x34)
True Legendary Super Saiyan (x50)
Estate (+150x Gravity Machine)
Dojo + Martial Arts School
Namekian Dragon Radar, x2 Advanced Scouter
Farm (80% Shop)
Van Eltia (Mothership)
(+2 Cargo Bay Adjustment, x2 Perfect Medical Machine, Advanced Gravity Machine, x1 Boost Thrusters)
x100 Gravity Machine
Cendo (25%)
SIC (Tetsu) (75%)
x1 Medicine Brew (Senzu)
x1 Extra DB Roll
x1 Unique Capsule
"Hey, if you're not in alliance or have deadly teacher like mine, you'd probably get even more hellish training, you know?" Beat would point out. "Training with Koma-san is serious business, and I hope you take our training like that too. Otherwise I'll just call you pup, or maybe 'Old St. Bernard' if you don't improve by then end of all these sessions later. Anyway... back to the topic! I can't give you any training today, not without the heavy weighted clothes anyway... and that's where I think we could spend our time. We'll be going where my farm is, and I'll put you both to work AND to training. You'll be surprised just how many training can you achieve by working in the farm. By the end of it, I think both of us will have enough to get something out of it, eh? Well, anyway, because you don't know the location." Beat would fly ahead of him, and then landed on a small island not too far from there. There are lot of red haired people... Humans from the look of it.
"Ah, it's Beat!"
"Beat's home? Welcome back!"
The sizable island is called Terraria by Beat because it would reminds anyone of the Earth. The water is blue instead of green, the field here filled with green grasses and various fruit trees. The sunlight slightly reduced thanks to some sort of light filter around the island, thus making it suitable for Earth vegetation. Beat would greet them one by one as they goes. It's seem that he know them by name. His family? Nope. They're seem to be more like belong to one tribe. "Hey, have anyone seen my grandpa?"
"Elder Simo is resting in his hall. Do you want to meet him for some business?"
"Ah no, just visiting and asking which part of the island need some working... Because..." Beat pointed at Zyahe behind him. "I got someone I want to train while I'm here. Have the afternoon milk delivery done yet?"
"As far as I know we haven't done that either."
"What about the eel shipment?"
"Not yet too."
"PERFECT! Alright, looks like we got your training menu, pup! First and foremost, we'll meet my grandfather first alright?"
Beat would walk to the elder hall, the biggest hall in the island. When he arrived there, a big burly man that looked like a tribe elder rose from his seat to greet him. From his height alone, he's over two meters in height. The man is wearing a traditional outfit that seem to be tribal in nature. It consists of open vest with a shirt underneath. He also wear intricately sculpted wooden necklace and bracelets. His impressive eyebrows slightly conceals his eyes, making him looks constantly with eyes closed, but that's not quite right. The man have the most impressive zen face... and that probably the truest of it all.
"Welcome home, Beat," the elder greeted the half saiyan with open arms.
"Grandpa," Beat returned the hug immediately "Speaking of which, I heard we're opening new plot of land, is it already worked?"
"Well half of it. I think we just need to cut some of the trees. Trees around Namek are sparse, so it helps... But they've been around for countless of years, which made the bark really thick and hard. It takes quite amount of time to cut them with our earthling physique. Well, it's nice training for the youth, but I don't think we can really finish it in a day. It takes quite a lot to cut them ourselves. Sure we can ignore them, but at the same time they took the nutrients needed from crops plant for them, thus making it hard for them to grow well."
"Well, I got the worker here~ He's my new disciple. We're gathering money at the moment to get him the weighted clothes while at the same time give him a training. This would be good. Where is the place in question?"
Simo walked inside and invited the two to look at the map. He would then point the location on the map. "There you go. This is the place. If you can do it, it'll be helpful for us."
"Yeah we'll do it. Say Grandpa, do you have any of those plow blades?"
"For the cow?"
"Yeah that. I'll work someone out for a while~ Just get it delivered to the site, that's fine, right?"
Zyahe had heard the Ambassador was training with the Overseer, or had been anyway, seemed as though it was still a situation in progress at any rate. The younger hybrid seemed rightfully proud of it, Zyahe had heard stories about Koma-- no, Komatsu and he couldn't concieve of anyone who'd be able to adequately keep pace with the leader of the Remnant Alliance. The way people talked about him around Citadel it was like he were a living god. Suddenly the Pup wasn't so sure about what he'd gotten himself in to.
'I always liked St Bernards,' he said off-handedly, of course it didn't seem as though the Ambassador was listening to his opinion on Earthbound slobber monsters since he was busy restating the form and function of their shared training. Although what he said next genuinely surprised Zyahe so much that his eyebrows darted up, it seemed as though his superior did think of him as a working dog after all. Soaring off without so much as another word the Ambassador didn't seem especially concerned with keeping up a steady pace just so long as he was still in sight of his charge. Racing after him Zyahe became concerned when it appeared that their 'training,' though whether he could call it by that name considering what his superior seemed to want to get out of this was debatable, was going to take them to a more densely populated area. Aside from the occasional spot of work that took him briefly in to the center of one of its cities he'd made it his business to avoid crowds even when he was back on Earth.
Crowds made him afraid, for himself, of himself and while he still came over shy he had the Ambassador's word and that made him feel a little braver. The people here seemed to trust him at least, a reciprocal respect it clearly was since they also called him by name and it soon became clear why, it appeared as though these Earth folk were his folk. That about settled it then, Beat wouldn't try anything too intensive around them, he was pretty confident.
Offering an understated wave from behind Beat when he was gestured to his soft smile was almost immediately turned to an expression of utmost defeat as Beat had called him 'Pup' in public. 'Not in front of people,' he practically begged as he dragged a hand down his face.
Seemingly immune to his complaints Beat steamed onwards and headed for what Zyahe could only assume was the tribal leader's dwelling, considering its size, there again when he got inside and saw the man waiting therein he wondered whether the scaled up proportion was due to necessity rather than grandiosity but he kept this wondering to himself. This time he offered a curt bow upon his introduction in which he thankfully hadn't been identified as 'Pup.' Following when beckoned he looked over the map with Beat and this man he'd identified as his grandpa he craned his neck past the both of them to catch a look of the map they were examining.
Blinking a couple times at Beat's latest inquiry he almost thought better of it before the obvious question flew somewhat unintended form his mouth. 'Wait... am I the cow too?' Beat was right. This training was already hellish.WC: 558 TWC: 4,783
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