「30x / Act III」

"At last," Negi grumbled. The male sitting atop his home's roof, his legs crossed and his arms folded over one another. His ears twitching slightly, as he watched his scouter move about and run its process. It was alerting him to the arrival of a friendly force. His patience was finally being awarded, at long last. His good friend and former squad mate, Broca, was finally landing. After many years of separation and a lack of intimate communication, he had finally coaxed his burly mate to join him on this spinning stone. Thankful for this, Negi promised to wait for his friend's entry atop his home. So that the both of hem could meet face to face upon entry rather than wait for one to meet up with the other. His eyes ever watchful, for whatever it is that his scouter could not detect. It would please Negi to know that his expected arrival was far more inbound than he would have had suspected at first. As he could detect the space pod crashing into orbit. This notice caused Negi to stand from his seated position. His eyes searching feverishly once more.

To his pleasing, a large fellow could be detected headed his way. Over the horizon, even. Negi smiled coyly, seeing his tall friend round the bend. Broca closing in at his own pace. His large arms swung in front of him, a smirk on his lips as well. Dark eyes searching before locking onto his smaller squad mate. Negi leaping from his perch and meeting Broca half way. It was almost humorous. As the hulking Saiyan towered over the younger. The two exchanging looks, electricity being able to be felt. It was intense, as their smiles faded quickly. Rather, they wore serious looks. Stern and tense. Silence falling over the duo for a moment. The moment of silence broken by an outburst of guffaws and laughter. Negi and Broca laughing quite boisterously, their laughs thundering throughout the mountainous range of the North. "Broca! You son of a bitch!" roared Negi. His hand raised and quickly swiped to his fore. Broca's hand instinctively rising and smacking against his friend's palm. Their fingers wrapping around the other's palm. Eyes meeting and smirks drawn on their lips. "The trip was a bastard, but I'm here! Eh?!" Broca grunted. His bicep had flexed from strength needing to be applied. His hand slowly falling. His eyes shooting from his hand to Negi's eyes. Quickly realizing just what the man was doing. "What's the matter? Has being lost in the galaxy for so long got you weak?" Negi said mockingly, his own bicep flexed. Broca grunting and chuckling, nodding slowly as his hand rose back up. "Hmph." The burly man seemed confident.

"No.." Broca began, his smile wide. "Nngh..." The gargantuan male grunted. "Alright!" He broke. He wasn't angry. He was still quite happy, laughing now. Pulling Negi into his arm and having a brotherly embrace. The two exploding with laughter once again and patting each other on the back. Giving one another a foot or two of space before Negi would cross his arms and Broca would simply allow his arms to fall by his side. "You never know how to give up on the spot," Negi laughed. "I'm sure as hell glad." Broca twisted his head, cracking his neck before nodding. Acknowledging Negi's comment over his tenacity and lack of giving up. "Yeah, that's how it's always been. Always will be, too." The man walked toward Negi's side. The younger male nodding in the direction of his home. The duo walking towards it, and eventually entering one after the other. Negi showing him his new base of operation, and living space. The inside identical to that of an average Saiyan home as it was on Vegeta. A characteristic of Negi's home that was well accepted and enjoyed by the duo. "There's four bedrooms for the each of us. Mine, yours, and the other two. Whenever they come, they'll have a room readily available and on the fly," Negi paused before pointing a finger to the GC. "Gravity Chamber is right over there. It is quintessential that we make the most use of that thing. The gain and strength able to be acquired from one use is massive and well worth the strain." Negi informed, looking back to Broca. The tall Saiyan crossing his arms over one another and examining the area. Pleased with it, and actually grateful and happy to be there. "It's actually more beneficial to have a partner when you're in there, from what I've heard. It maximizes gains and, not for nothing, improves the whole experience." It was somewhat clear that Negi was avoiding making the situation sappy or anything akin to it. He hated those kinds of things. With a passion, in fact.

Negi paused for a moment. "Ready? Old friend?" Negi's eyes looked onto Broca. The taller Saiyan silent for a moment before issuing a confident smile and nod. This definitely pleased Negi, as he waved his hand. The two filing into the Gravity Chamber quickly. Negi and Broca exchanging their armor for training clothing respectively. Negi taking his usual training boxers and a modified tee shirt. Broca remaining in his black bodysuit, as well as his boots. His clothing was enough to remain comfortable in for long periods of time and definitely under pressure. The two standing beside one another, ready. "Times ten!" roared Negi. The chamber dimming down and the lights becoming a bloody red. Gravity taking effect and things becoming more weighted than per usual. Of course, Broca had been unprepared for the change. As he was rendered to his knees for a moment. A glare shot by Negi motivating the brolic man to rise up and take the conditions for what they were. Broca stood tall, as best as he could. Immediately running a number of laps around the chamber to adapt and force his body to adjust to the condition. Negi, used to this level, had freely moved about. Walking and stretching his limbs out. A good amount of time had allowed Broca to prepare, resulting in Negi shouting once more. "Times twenty! THIRTY!" Gravity intensified. Negi not used to this level, the third. It was incredibly heavy and taxing for both males. But, Negi decided he would up the ante only further. "Drones! Shields, small openings and fire at all moving life forms!" He bellowed. The sphere shaped droids appearing from their individual keeps, a reflective shield around each. A grand total of fifteen present. Red orbs at their fore, as they charged small beams.

"Guh..! Extreme, eh Negi? I like it!" Broca exclaimed, watching as his squad mate assumed a combative stance. "We're going to spar. While they fire at us. For points. Whoever gets the most blows in and manages to shut off the most drones wins. Fair?" "Fair," "Go!" The two shouted at once, launching into one another. Fists flying in every which direction, many striking the other while some whiffed and ended up hitting nothing. Negi and Broca keeping one another on their toes. Their size difference almost humorous, but inspiring. Inspiring due to the smaller Negi being able to keep up closely with his squad mate. The two Saiyans moved and traveled around their ring, jerking their limbs sharply and dodging both, their fists and the lasers firing off at them. Streams of plasma narrowly slicing their bodies. Already, Negi had several cuts on his figure. The more mass-centric Broca suffering a few hits and cuts, his bodysuit being sliced open at the shoulder and chest. However, it didn't stop them. If anything, it only gave each other an advantage over the other. Negi and Broca had separated, getting distance from one another. Both men chucking spheres of Ki at the other. Clouds of dust and energy exploding everywhere, vision impaired and the receivers of each barrage getting harmed. Both, by their Ki and the rapid firing of lasers. Negi had taken advantage of the shields, however. As he chucked one orb of Ki into one drone. Said orb beginning to bounce everywhere at incredible speeds. Like a bullet, it whizzed about, narrowly missing its creator and its target. Broca closed distanced swiftly, impressive for a man of his size. A flurry of punches and kicks had quickly resumed. Slight pauses taken between punches, as they avoided the still ricocheting orb. Sweat beading their brows, they refused to stop. Even f the gravity, pressure and assault on their persons was incredibly taxing and wearing of their mortal bodies. Saiyans lived for this! To improve, to beat the odds and to overcome dangerous hardships. And this session was a good testament to this. Negi and Broca had closed in on each other again, their fists extended. Both sets of knuckles meeting the other's jaw in a cross assault. The blows rendering them in a stumbled and staggered state. The two reeling back and holding their mouths in agony. It just so happened Negi's trap had come to fruition. Sort of! The orb had smashed into Broca's gut. But quickly jumped to Negi's. Then Broca, then Negi, then Broca. So on and so forth. For a good minute in fact, like a ping pong being vigorously swatted from one end of the court to the other before it simply exploded and sent each fighter onto their backs.

While they would have had loved to rest, it was impossible. Unless they wanted to become swiss cheese, they'd need to spring up and resume. As they did, they immediately took to hovering. Zipping about the stage, both jabbing the drones and shutting each off until they were all in their keep. Broca winning the most, with eight to seven. Negi acknowledged it and gave props, of course. But their spar continued. Fists striking vital spots. Negi's charged fist smashing into Broca's temple. Forcing him into a stunned state and permitting him to unleash a sickening combo. This timed number of punches and kicks resulted in Broca hitting the ground. His eyes shut and breathing heavy, as he could no longer handle any more. A confirmed KO! Negi landed directly after, raising his hand to taunt. But, he had ended up falling flat onto his face. Considering this a double KO! Gravity had turned off on it's own, a specific sensor detecking a lack of movement. Now, they could rest!