Post by Houri on Jun 1, 2016 15:10:48 GMT -5
“ Amazing, he did not even flinched, this is incredible, did he felt that? I can’t tell, but at least a part of the damage might have affected him, he is all silent, no offense or taunt, neither a witty remark, what is he planning right now?”
With his full blown attack, Houri thought he might had gone thru the defenses of the General, however, to his surprise, the general’s resilience was worth of legend, he had not even flinched from the attack, and while giving his back to Houri, he focused on Hotato, that was unleashing all of his power, all of the anger the insults, the taunting, the rage, the emotions flowing freely made his power surge and turn the hue of his aura golden, to the point of his hair and eyes change color. Such was the power of the Super Saiyan, intense, rich and fierce.
Lowering his guard and his ki for a second, Houri pondered about all he knew from before and the way Hotato had transformed. It made sense that the new form acquired by him was so much stronger than the great ape, it used part of the rage the form had.
That made Houri cross his arms and wonder a bit before muttering to himself.
- What a bummer, I do not have my glasses with me to understand this in a scientific way… Well, I guess I got it, it seems that rage is the trigger, the way Hotato reacted and how Uncle Miso taunted him so much, well, let’s see, what does make me angry? I never really bothered much with things, but I see where to go from now, I am not as lost as before, just need something to really make me angry. –
It wasn’t as if he had lost interest in the fight or something like that, it was more as if a sudden moment of clarity had hit him, with the knowledge he had acquired from the both Saiyans, Houri acted as if pieces of a puzzle started to connect and make sense in a bigger picture.
- So that is why Aunt Karota seems angry while on Super Saiyan, and that is why Komatsu too acts like that, even Nasu and the Kami, this form has a trigger of rage and probably the transformation might bring out more aggressiveness on us, I wonder, in higher levels does this apply? How much control does it take for us to not lose our reason.
He closed his eyes for a bit, as he started to walk towards a corner of the Dojo, he even sat down on the floor with his arms crossed still talking to himself.
- I do not think I will just get angry enough with just insults, or frustration, I need a real reason to it, something that really hits me…-
With a deep breath Houri wondered about how many times he had been actually angry with something, and as he wondered he went deep into his own mind, deep to remember what and when he did felt the kind of fury to wake up the Super Saiyan in him, he even let his Uncle and Hotato spar while himself started to think and collect his thoughts.
While delving in the deepest of his mind, Houri leaned on the nearest wall with his back to it as he relaxed remembering everything from his past.
The hunger he felt living alone in the wasteland, the cold, the fear, the loneliness, the feeling of being discarded by his mother and his father, having his existence denied, all that, all those repressed feelings, thinking about them after being shut down for so long, made him sad, but not just that, it had woke up something in him.
His memories of his first kill, the memory of the fear and rage he had mustered to kill for the first time, the way he cried when his mother lay dead at his hands. The rage he felt everyday as he struggled to survive.
All this emotions stirred together made a small crack on the wall he had put up around his feelings. The wall, created by his subconscious to protect him of all the pain and grief that could make one go insane, however, as his breath increased the pace and his teeth began to grind as the memories kept surfacing from the bottom of his mind.
Different from Hotato, that screamed and raged on, Houri was silent as everything seemed to overwhelm him. His hands turned into fists, his jaw tensioned, his heart beat increased, even his veins popped out a bit as his body reflected the inner struggle he felt.
His body was still in the dojo, and as his power emanated silently from him, even changing the tension in the area, his mind had departed to a far more distant place, a darker and more hostile one.
Back in Vegetta, years before, he was there, as a small child, even weaker than his current self, he played in his modest home as Minos cooked, small toys and soldiers made up a scenario for him, a small battle raged on between the super heroes and the villains, however, as his mother face changed into a more serious one, she told him to go out and look for some mushrooms for diner.
He complied, not even questioning his mom, but little did he knew that it would be the last time he saw her.
The scenario quickly changed as he now faced her body on the ground, the last words, her touch, the feeling of powerlessness. His body responded with a sudden increase in his power level, something that made a loud crack and the floor around him shatter, but not only that, on the outside as if being drawn to his energy, heavy and dark clouds gathered above the dojo.
In his mind he screamed, he clenched his fists so hard that blood dripped from them, in and outside his mind. In his mind he punched the ground as he cried and screamed in rage for his mother, while in the reality tears went down his cheeks remembering from the trauma.
The PTO emblem, the rage, the hatred, they took his mother! They took everything from him! Doomed him to die alone again! Houri’s hair went up! The elastic band snapped as blood and tears touched the ground making it crack again.
Once again his mind changed the scenario, he was at old ruined building, he was searching for food, hungry, he had barely eaten in days, feeling week and cold, and to his despair. A Saiyan had found him.
Houri tried to sneak past him, to just find food and go away, but he was found, and beaten, beaten to an inch of his life, that man had punched his face, had crushed his hands, whipped him against the ground, stepped on his head and threw him across the old building. He was weaker back then, but that was his first kill, he remembered it.
The kid stumbled and got up, and with his smile, looked the man in the eyes, defiantly and rushed against him throwing himself against the man, in his and a piece of iron that he used to stab the Saiyan in the ear, while biting his neck with all the rage in his heart.
He screamed a senseless sentence, a furious growl as he stabbed repeatedly the Saiyan and bit him on the neck making blood cover his face and chest all over, even after death he kept stabbing and screaming.
Meanwhile, in the real world his legs had arched, his hair was up and thunder and lightning charred the skies painting them with blue and golden light. His roar was undistinguishable, was fearsome, and could send chills down the spine of even the bravest of men.
Houri’s eyes were pure white, his mouth was open in a scream as tears and spit mixed together in what looked a deep agony within. He had lost it, his consciousness was lost in his past while his body tensioned and sent out wave after wave of golden and blue colored power. His head waved from one side to the other as if struggling to maintain the power under control, even his teeth looked sharper. The fur on his tail was spiked as the appendage moved in an agitated way.
But all of a sudden, his screaming stopped, his energy subdued and then.
Silence.
His heart beat was so fast and loud that in that single moment of silence could be heard by all of the presents, but not only that, in that second that the silence had fallen in the room, a thunder roared in the sky and hit the small kid and making a hole in the ceiling.
The shock of the lightning and the burst of energy from Houri made his scream echo in the dojo and from around it, and as the energy subdued and the flash of light cleared, there he stood.
Golden Hair, golden tail, muscles pumped out, the weights from his shoulders and legs were off and often a purple hue of energy flared on his golden aura, and with it, the most terrifying glare someone could think of. His eyes had no irises and Miso with his experience could tell what had happened.
The trauma he had used to achieve that transformation was too much, the rage was too intense and despite his body being able to move and being fully charged with power, his mind was not there to assume control over it.
He had gone berserk…
There are 3 things every wise men fear, the darkness in a moonless sky, the raging storm at the sea, and the fury of the kind man.
Houri had never been in rage before, he always repressed it, always smiled to keep things under control, always did that to avoid remembering to keep the pain away, but going deep into his mind to access that rage had rattled the cage were his fury slept.
He took a step forward, slowly and looking with empty eyes to his Uncle, with another slow step the ground cracked and the small pieces of the floor disintegrated as he took another step.
In a second he disappeared, only to appear in front of his uncle punching his face and exploding it with a ki blast trying to throw him away, only to disappear and close the distance between him and Hotato, who with an attack grabbed his Cousin by the throat and forcing him against the ground while charging his ki with the other hand at a very close range. In his eyes a mad glare faced his cousin.
In his mind, something was different, a storm raged on in the skies as his feet touched the wastelands in Vegeta, in front of him, a shadowy figure waited with his arms crossed and only a visible grin
- I have finally found you! Hahahaha, it has been such a long time, for one moment I thought I would never get a chance to talk to you, let alone see you here! But I must thank you, truly, I was feeling all cramped up! –
Confused as if what was going on and how he had gotten there, Houri asked the figure that stood about 30 feet away from him.
- Who are you? Where I am, I do not remember knowing you, sorry but I am looking for my family, my uncle and cousin. –
To that remark the figure smiled and remarked.
- Aren’t you always looking for it? For the family you feel so in need of, frankly I am disappointed, how come you cannot remember me Houri… I am you… -
And stepping up into the light of the thunders, the figure walked towards Houri revealin himself in a duller color of skin and a purple hue of hair.
- I am everything you have been denying and caging up since the day she died! I am your hatred and rage, I am your true power! And I must admit, I have been waiting patiently for you to come to me since that day! –
[WC 2096]
King of All Nasu
With his full blown attack, Houri thought he might had gone thru the defenses of the General, however, to his surprise, the general’s resilience was worth of legend, he had not even flinched from the attack, and while giving his back to Houri, he focused on Hotato, that was unleashing all of his power, all of the anger the insults, the taunting, the rage, the emotions flowing freely made his power surge and turn the hue of his aura golden, to the point of his hair and eyes change color. Such was the power of the Super Saiyan, intense, rich and fierce.
Lowering his guard and his ki for a second, Houri pondered about all he knew from before and the way Hotato had transformed. It made sense that the new form acquired by him was so much stronger than the great ape, it used part of the rage the form had.
That made Houri cross his arms and wonder a bit before muttering to himself.
- What a bummer, I do not have my glasses with me to understand this in a scientific way… Well, I guess I got it, it seems that rage is the trigger, the way Hotato reacted and how Uncle Miso taunted him so much, well, let’s see, what does make me angry? I never really bothered much with things, but I see where to go from now, I am not as lost as before, just need something to really make me angry. –
It wasn’t as if he had lost interest in the fight or something like that, it was more as if a sudden moment of clarity had hit him, with the knowledge he had acquired from the both Saiyans, Houri acted as if pieces of a puzzle started to connect and make sense in a bigger picture.
- So that is why Aunt Karota seems angry while on Super Saiyan, and that is why Komatsu too acts like that, even Nasu and the Kami, this form has a trigger of rage and probably the transformation might bring out more aggressiveness on us, I wonder, in higher levels does this apply? How much control does it take for us to not lose our reason.
He closed his eyes for a bit, as he started to walk towards a corner of the Dojo, he even sat down on the floor with his arms crossed still talking to himself.
- I do not think I will just get angry enough with just insults, or frustration, I need a real reason to it, something that really hits me…-
With a deep breath Houri wondered about how many times he had been actually angry with something, and as he wondered he went deep into his own mind, deep to remember what and when he did felt the kind of fury to wake up the Super Saiyan in him, he even let his Uncle and Hotato spar while himself started to think and collect his thoughts.
While delving in the deepest of his mind, Houri leaned on the nearest wall with his back to it as he relaxed remembering everything from his past.
The hunger he felt living alone in the wasteland, the cold, the fear, the loneliness, the feeling of being discarded by his mother and his father, having his existence denied, all that, all those repressed feelings, thinking about them after being shut down for so long, made him sad, but not just that, it had woke up something in him.
His memories of his first kill, the memory of the fear and rage he had mustered to kill for the first time, the way he cried when his mother lay dead at his hands. The rage he felt everyday as he struggled to survive.
All this emotions stirred together made a small crack on the wall he had put up around his feelings. The wall, created by his subconscious to protect him of all the pain and grief that could make one go insane, however, as his breath increased the pace and his teeth began to grind as the memories kept surfacing from the bottom of his mind.
Different from Hotato, that screamed and raged on, Houri was silent as everything seemed to overwhelm him. His hands turned into fists, his jaw tensioned, his heart beat increased, even his veins popped out a bit as his body reflected the inner struggle he felt.
His body was still in the dojo, and as his power emanated silently from him, even changing the tension in the area, his mind had departed to a far more distant place, a darker and more hostile one.
Back in Vegetta, years before, he was there, as a small child, even weaker than his current self, he played in his modest home as Minos cooked, small toys and soldiers made up a scenario for him, a small battle raged on between the super heroes and the villains, however, as his mother face changed into a more serious one, she told him to go out and look for some mushrooms for diner.
He complied, not even questioning his mom, but little did he knew that it would be the last time he saw her.
The scenario quickly changed as he now faced her body on the ground, the last words, her touch, the feeling of powerlessness. His body responded with a sudden increase in his power level, something that made a loud crack and the floor around him shatter, but not only that, on the outside as if being drawn to his energy, heavy and dark clouds gathered above the dojo.
In his mind he screamed, he clenched his fists so hard that blood dripped from them, in and outside his mind. In his mind he punched the ground as he cried and screamed in rage for his mother, while in the reality tears went down his cheeks remembering from the trauma.
The PTO emblem, the rage, the hatred, they took his mother! They took everything from him! Doomed him to die alone again! Houri’s hair went up! The elastic band snapped as blood and tears touched the ground making it crack again.
Once again his mind changed the scenario, he was at old ruined building, he was searching for food, hungry, he had barely eaten in days, feeling week and cold, and to his despair. A Saiyan had found him.
Houri tried to sneak past him, to just find food and go away, but he was found, and beaten, beaten to an inch of his life, that man had punched his face, had crushed his hands, whipped him against the ground, stepped on his head and threw him across the old building. He was weaker back then, but that was his first kill, he remembered it.
The kid stumbled and got up, and with his smile, looked the man in the eyes, defiantly and rushed against him throwing himself against the man, in his and a piece of iron that he used to stab the Saiyan in the ear, while biting his neck with all the rage in his heart.
He screamed a senseless sentence, a furious growl as he stabbed repeatedly the Saiyan and bit him on the neck making blood cover his face and chest all over, even after death he kept stabbing and screaming.
Meanwhile, in the real world his legs had arched, his hair was up and thunder and lightning charred the skies painting them with blue and golden light. His roar was undistinguishable, was fearsome, and could send chills down the spine of even the bravest of men.
Houri’s eyes were pure white, his mouth was open in a scream as tears and spit mixed together in what looked a deep agony within. He had lost it, his consciousness was lost in his past while his body tensioned and sent out wave after wave of golden and blue colored power. His head waved from one side to the other as if struggling to maintain the power under control, even his teeth looked sharper. The fur on his tail was spiked as the appendage moved in an agitated way.
But all of a sudden, his screaming stopped, his energy subdued and then.
Silence.
His heart beat was so fast and loud that in that single moment of silence could be heard by all of the presents, but not only that, in that second that the silence had fallen in the room, a thunder roared in the sky and hit the small kid and making a hole in the ceiling.
The shock of the lightning and the burst of energy from Houri made his scream echo in the dojo and from around it, and as the energy subdued and the flash of light cleared, there he stood.
Golden Hair, golden tail, muscles pumped out, the weights from his shoulders and legs were off and often a purple hue of energy flared on his golden aura, and with it, the most terrifying glare someone could think of. His eyes had no irises and Miso with his experience could tell what had happened.
The trauma he had used to achieve that transformation was too much, the rage was too intense and despite his body being able to move and being fully charged with power, his mind was not there to assume control over it.
He had gone berserk…
There are 3 things every wise men fear, the darkness in a moonless sky, the raging storm at the sea, and the fury of the kind man.
Houri had never been in rage before, he always repressed it, always smiled to keep things under control, always did that to avoid remembering to keep the pain away, but going deep into his mind to access that rage had rattled the cage were his fury slept.
He took a step forward, slowly and looking with empty eyes to his Uncle, with another slow step the ground cracked and the small pieces of the floor disintegrated as he took another step.
In a second he disappeared, only to appear in front of his uncle punching his face and exploding it with a ki blast trying to throw him away, only to disappear and close the distance between him and Hotato, who with an attack grabbed his Cousin by the throat and forcing him against the ground while charging his ki with the other hand at a very close range. In his eyes a mad glare faced his cousin.
In his mind, something was different, a storm raged on in the skies as his feet touched the wastelands in Vegeta, in front of him, a shadowy figure waited with his arms crossed and only a visible grin
- I have finally found you! Hahahaha, it has been such a long time, for one moment I thought I would never get a chance to talk to you, let alone see you here! But I must thank you, truly, I was feeling all cramped up! –
Confused as if what was going on and how he had gotten there, Houri asked the figure that stood about 30 feet away from him.
- Who are you? Where I am, I do not remember knowing you, sorry but I am looking for my family, my uncle and cousin. –
To that remark the figure smiled and remarked.
- Aren’t you always looking for it? For the family you feel so in need of, frankly I am disappointed, how come you cannot remember me Houri… I am you… -
And stepping up into the light of the thunders, the figure walked towards Houri revealin himself in a duller color of skin and a purple hue of hair.
- I am everything you have been denying and caging up since the day she died! I am your hatred and rage, I am your true power! And I must admit, I have been waiting patiently for you to come to me since that day! –
I hope you guys like what is about to happen, Houri will fight Miso and Hotato in a somewhat berserk mode while his mind fights to control his rage and define his future, will he become an evil and legendary super Saiyan, or will he become a true Super Saiyan.
The battle of the inner good and evil is about to start.
Right now Houri's body is in Super Saiyan mode, but out of control!
PS: The explosion removed his weights, no more limitations.
The battle of the inner good and evil is about to start.
Right now Houri's body is in Super Saiyan mode, but out of control!
PS: The explosion removed his weights, no more limitations.
[WC 2096]
King of All Nasu
