Turtle Vs Crane (Orin Battle Grounds)

Somersaulting into the dome, Son had landed with a large 'bomf'! Landing on his knee and taking something of the iconic super hero landing pose. Rising up and looking to Saki with a smile. Blinking and taking a neutral position, hands kept by his side with his fingers uncurled. Tilting his head and adjusting his step. Hands sliding up to his waist and holding on leisurely. "Sup!"

"Thanks," Son chuckled a little. Raising his hand from his waist and stroking his own chin. Curiosity washing over the young Turtle Master to Be. This guy was totally different from their last encounter. He seemed much more..well, to put it lightly, mechanical and artificial. It was definitely that Saki man. The powerhouse who sought strength and all that fun stuff. He must have caught a reverse tan and grew out his hair. Power level spike was also apparent. In fact, the power difference was crazy high here. In fact, Son may as well have had been brutally outclassed here. It was over three million to ninety nine thousand. He'd need to play the game smart and offensive if he was to really and truly combat the mechanical Crane hermit. Oh well. He had to try, at least. "So, you're the master now. Neat, good on ya. Im glad for you." Son complimented. "Must have sucked getting your things together. I know it is for me, heh." He joked. Blinking as Saki moved onward in speech. Stating obvious pieces of history regarding the dual schools. "Yeah," Gouken nodded.

"Way back, when Muten Roshi was bashing heads with Muten..ah..the Crane guy. The one who supposedly wore a crane on his head and got short and bitter. That guy. My school has the famed destruction wave, while yours has..what was it? Donut Ray? Im sorry, I kinda forgot to study schools other than mine. Nothin against 'em, just I like to know what I gotta know." He proceeded to explain. "Dodongo Ray..? Bah, whatever." Shaking his head, the youngster moved stance. Bringing the right leg forward and leaving the left back, turning the toe and having the heel face the side of him. His torso leaning back and his right arm held by his temple, fingers closed but the pointer and thumb. Pointing to what seemed to be his eye. His left arm extended outward with all but his pointer and thumb remaining in. Pointing at Saki whilst striking a certain Joestar's pose that he had seen in a manga. Same smirk and everything. A faint shade coming over his eyes as his bangs had dramatically come over his brow. "So, this time you're not holding back. Okay, I like that. But, I gotta say, I know what you're gonna do next." He started. "Since our power levels are so greatly split, you're gonna attack me extra hard the minute I try and land a blow! Tohyu!" Gouken predicted. Standing his ground and remaining in this pose. Unmoving. Waiting for his opponent to attack. His hands remaining almost dead still, only a faint blue light coursing through his palms, in the form of electricity. His body was preparing itself for a series of motion. Son, notably keeping his mind clear and his eyes on Saki. Blinking only as his Ki surged around him and forced the ground beneath him to break and explode as he transformed, his power increasing five fold.



I've just gotta watch myself. The minute he moves or tries to get near me, we burst. Or, save a blow for the big finish. He's way stronger than me and I need to time myself and get rid of any and all mistakes possible. I've got this, Son thought, remaining ever confident. Blinking again.

Hey, here he comes,

Son thought again. Eyes narrowing as his hands lowered into a basic fighting stance. Fists balled up and clenched tight in each hand. Fingers rolled in and nails pressing gently against the skin of his palm. Lips pursing but a tad as he watched Saki burst forward and into him. He was internally questioning his foe's motives. Just what was his deal? What was his game? Was he gonna charge him like he was so used to or was he going to trick and make this fight a very decisive one. Cocking a brow slightly, Gouken watched as Saki soared over his head. Jumping right over him and flipping with the expertise of a seasoned daredevil. Caught by awe, Son's eyes had dilated for a moment. Trembling as his spine was smashed into by a shin or two. His body sent rocketing onward with the speed of a bullet due to the immense strength Saki had been displaying. He was not holding back, it seemed as well. There was no way he was naturally capable of attacking this ferociously. Not unless he really did train for a long, long time. But even then. There just was no way. Oh well..Son's jaw had dropped down as a fist had met his chest. Pained grunts and sounds escaping his lips as he braved the mighty swipes and kicks he had been taking. No man could survive this, but he felt confident. He was strong. His spirit would persevere for sure. Right?

Launched back once more, this time into a wall, Son Gouken had dropped onto the ground at last. Permitted a chance to breathe and contain himself. A clear imprint of his figure left in the wall, as well. Rising onto a knee and then to his feet, Son's hands were brought to his waist. His posture straight and his spine erect. His brow remaining cocked as he smiled oh so coyly. He was more than prepared to dish out his own attacks; Even if they were fruitless and useless in their own. He knew he stood little to no chance in this form. In fact, he was still beneath five hundred thousand. Not nearly enough to truly combat Saki, whom broke past two million and sat proudly upon three million. Impressive, but beatable. He knew this as fact. Surely Saki knew this, too. Son would even prove it to him. Charging up his Ki and overall spirit, Son grinned extra wide as his hair literally spiked up even more than before. Remaining jet black, but it was a nice little effect to really show his spirit gauge was at MAX!



"Oh yeah! Im ready, here I come! Get set! GO!!" Gouken bellowed, taking off. Sprinting into Saki instead of flying, a mere example of how pumped he suddenly was. His blood was boiling and his adrenaline levels were through the roof. As he ran, Son immediately came to a sharp stop. Stomping onto the ground and, instead of using his fists, launched his forehead forward. His entire upper torso leaning forward from the amount of force behind his cranium. The idea here being to daze Saki from the attack. He also knew damn well that he was willingly bashing his skull against what may have may as well been metal. His big grin remained where it was: across his lips. Had his headbutt been of succession, Son would immediately began smashing his fists forward and hopefully Saki's chest and skull. Uttering his personal warrior cry of, "ORA! ORA! ORA! ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!"

"Im still ready to go! Huh!" Son grunted. His body taking in an immeasurable amount of damage. His body would have been sent flying, once more. However, the finger jab was only so powerful enough to force him onto the ground. A crumble effect given as Son dropped to his knees in utter anguish. Son's hands seizing his chest as he groaned in agony. The pain surging through his body for a mere moment before it disappeared without a trace. Permitting the Saiyajin to roll away into his own zone and power himself up, even if it was a minor change in strength. Biting his lip, he would instantaneously explode with energy. Skin reddening like a beet and muscles bulging far more than per usual. It was intense! Son had broke into his most recent transformation. "Kaioken times ten!" He bellowed. His body surging with a new found energy instantly. Bringing his hands together, in the forms of fists with his knuckles pressed against each other, he cracked his fingers all at once. Emitting a blood curdling "KRAK!!" Gritting his teeth, Son launched himself forward. Back into Saki with ambition in his eyes.



Aiming to launch his fist into the jaw of Saki, Gouken would instantly take to the air. Successful or not, painful or not. It was time to reveal his trump card. Son would rocket as high up as he possibly could. His body facing the ground with his hands by his waist. The blue Ki he had been saving up showing itself at long last. Shifting into a crimson red hue to go with his current aura. "You wanted to see it! Well, get ready and give me two seconds! 'Cause it's almost ready!" Gouken shouted. Alerting Saki to the fact that his 10x Kamehameha was in the works. Surely Saki understood that a massive ass kicking was heading his way if he wasn't smart or if he didn't respond with a punishing reaction. Son wasn't quite counting on it though. He hoped that Saki would react through Ki or something like that. His aim was to take advantage of genetics and tough out all of his foe's moves, even if they were ale to break him. Hell, maybe he'd score a zenkai in this battle!

"Now! I aint takin that! KAMEHAMEHA!"

Son Gouken shouted at the top of his lungs. Pushing his hands out forward and allowing the suspended, crimson red Ki orb go forward. It's very detail menacing and incredible all in it's own. Each characteristic about. From it's brilliant glow to it's wondrous aura that seemed to surround a solid white core. It's owner clearly putting a lot into his attack. And judging from what Son had saw out of Saki's actions, there was a crazy high chance that he potentially got him. Considering the android man had fired a Kiai like move and a five finger Dodon Ray. Son's eyes seemed to open far more than usual as he exhausted his strength using this technique. The 10X Kamehameha. One he oft saved for big duels, like this one. Son knew that this would shift the tides, at least a little bit. Enough to give him at least some kind of edge. Never the less, the wave was amazing and incredible. Energy coursed around energy, as the beam had enough strength to force the oxygen around to break and form smaller, mini spirals around the beam. He had only hoped that his attack could purge Saki's own Ki and blast em to bits.

Son groaned and grunted as he was completely avoided and reacted to. He had no choice but to take the ass kicking heading his way; He was completely and totally out of the needed energy to react and battle with. He was pretty much SOL, here! He was lucky enough to where Saki wasn't as bloodthirsty as one would have anticipated. He wouldn't score any humongous gains out of this battle except for knowledge, it seemed. However, he'd go over this later. For now, he had to worry about retaining his consciousness. Biting his own lip with enough force to break his own skin and draw crimson red blood, Son Gouken had brought his hands back and held them in tight fists. Aiming to defend as best as he possible could. However, there was practically no chance. As the stamina he had so needed was next to transparent or non existent. It simply wasn't there. With the very first blow Saki had issued forth, a large break in air and oxygen had occurred as the Ki surrounding Son's arms had busted wide open. His arms tossed up and his face slapped to both, west and east as he was attacked with hands from all over. Saki must have had been quite satisfied as Son was suffering quite the assault at this time in the fight. It sucked bad. His upper body wasn't the only part of him getting completely abused, however. AS he was being tossed around by the face, his legs had been suffering the everlasting surge of stringed pains due to Saki kicking and attacking from under. His calves and shins bearing an incredibly painful surging and lightning like pain through them. As if his veins were filled with not blood cells, but tiny daggers in their stead. As he was being slapped and tossed around, he had felt himself be pushed back with each and every single move. Brought to the cold steel of the surrounding walls within Saki's domain. His back secured into the wall and locking him in. His lack of energy causing every single strike to hurt even more. His fingers curled in and just to show how painful the hits were, they'd unfurl and twitch with excruciating pain. Son shouting in pain and screaming with utter agony.

Another painful sounding scream had left the lips of the losing Son clansmen. His stomach being the main point of attack at this point in the battle here. As now, he had now suffered the feeling of a steel fist crashing into his gut and staying there for a mere moment or so. Really letting his body acknowledge all the pain and harm that he was experiencing at this moment in time. It hurt, so so much. But, what was to be done? Take it and move on, of course. For as Saki had reeled his back in from the finishing cast of attacks, had Son been allowed but a mere moment or so of breathing. Rest was not being taken for granted now. If anything, this was a godsend at it's highest caliber! However, breathing time was over. As now, Son had to deal with being shot at. Orbs crashing into his chest and causing purple mist to explode all around the young man's body now as he had tanked each and every single blow like a total champion. However, that was most certainly nto to say that he wasn't in an extremely high amount of pain. Ever single muscle on his person had begun to ache at this point. Like a trillion bees were stinging each and every vital point, nerve and vein in his body and under his skin. In other words, it was about equal to being whipped by a nine-tailed lasher. Son's teeth had even been right in utter agony as he was then grabbed by the shoulder and tossed aside, back into the ground beneath Saki's feet. However, that was not before Saki had launched his knee into the gut of the young Saiyajin warrior before allowing him to fall and enjoy the cold, steely feeling of loss.


However, as Son had laid flat on the ground, his right leg bent while the left was straight and his arms by his face, something had crossed through the mind of the young man. An idea, a motive and a belief. A question, a wonder and a beckoning of sorts. Son's eyes struggling to remain open as he had been thinking to himself. Why, he had begun. Why can't I ever win? Not once? Why..? His hands had flipped over, fingers scraping the ground. Balling into fists. It's my turn, darn it! I just dont have the strength! I trained with King Kai, yet Im losin' again! Why! Why!? Son's teeth had been grit now and his eyes were still half open. However his fists had come crashing into the ground with each question. Smashing down and forcing dust to surround him and veil him from Saki's view. IT'S MY TURN! IM NOT LOSING! IM. NOT. WEAK! GYAAAGH! Son had finally roared in utter anger. Like a switch had been flickered. With that bellow, Son Gouken had actually smashed his own cranium into the ground! Causing blood to rush into his skull and force his brain to kick himself into overdrive. Necessity had finally showed itself. Son trembling pupils shaking with rage and fear all in one. His balled fists unfurling as he struggled to stand up. Wobbling from side to side and looking up at Saki. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! IM TAKING THIS FIGHT, WHETHER YOU'RE STRONGER OR NOT, IM TAKING THIS!! NOW, IM MAAAAD!!" Gouken shouted at the top of his lungs. His muscle bulging now. His Kaioken dispersing now, and fatigue really forcing him into overdrive. A final roar of utter rage escaping his lips as he suddenly exploded into a golden light. His pupils leaving him for a mere moment, and his raven black hair suddenly spiking up into a platinum blonde hue. His once black eyes, now emerald green and his overall appearance becoming more illuminated and godly. He had appeared to become a Super Saiyan! "YOU'RE THROUGH!" He roared, charging forward and into Saki once more! Taking off at a sudden, blinding speed that most warriors could not comprehend without really focusing their ki. With his new found power, Son was absolutely furious!



"Whatever has to be done! I'll take you down, Kaioken x10 let's go!!" He bellowed once more.



"It's not enough..! AGH! TAKE THIS!!" Son shouted as he closed distance between he and his foe. Immediately attacking Saki head on with the might of a thousand Saiyajins just like him! He was going to punish Saki for trying to dominate this fight, once and for all! For the Turtle school, and for himself and his namesake!! A number of punches had been coming Saki's way, composed of strong jabs, forwards and hooks from both directions. Attention primarily on Saki's cranium as well as sharp kicks issued to his legs to return the favor. Son was notably feeling fantastic about this fight! He was most definitely going to take this one! Surely, as he felt it in his heart! Hell, he was feeling so pumped that he couldn't actually control himself! Not a single thought of calm nor relaxed idea had come through his brain. Only fight, fight and fight! Kill, kill, kill. Bludgeon, bludgeon, bludgeon. Every emotion that was related to smiting one's foe and associated with hate and rage. Only dominate and punish!