Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2015 18:16:34 GMT -5
Foosh! the sound of air being penetrated sounded out. The Saiyajin punching and striking at his forward quickly. His fist being tucked and sometimes his hand open with his fingers closed together and his thumb tucked under his palm. His muscle being exposed to the crimson glow of the gravity chamber. The hunter quickly going with his regiment, striking and aiming his strikes carefully. Using many different styles of attacking in the few seconds he'd take up simply doing these training motions. His eyes being narrowed, brows furrowed and a drop of sweat dribbling down his brow. The teens lips tight and pursed, the corners drooped into a pure frown. Unhappy with his previous training session, he had to continue onward. Shuffling his leg around, he planted his right foot on the back whereas his left would be stuck on the foreground. His left and right arm exchanging place quickly, from his rib cage to his front. Right fist constantly having his fingers tucked into a ball tight as his left fist had shifted formation, sometimes open palm and sometimes in a crane style formation. Left, right, left right, left, left, right! He grunted, thinking the pattern out for his future encounters. Feigning several lefts into full on rights and mastering such art until he was, as he felt, ready to incorporate other limbs into the mix.
His arms had retracted back to his sides, bent at the elbows and his fists tight. Transferring into a set of sequenced kicks. His left thigh being thrusted out and switched for right every so often, his shin flicked out and his ankle flicked afterward. Quick and without flaw, slicing at the air before him and battering the intangible air before him. The teen continuing the act quickly and without hesitation of fear or missed movement, but rather relying on his instincts to guide each and every single attack he tossed into the air before him. Clean kicks and multiple chain linked blows, from whence the boy would stop his kicks and instead dash from his place to one of the many walls of the chamber, springing off of his feet and planting his feet on the strong walls before bursting off to perform a series of sequenced kicks. The kick all ending in the motion of a dive onto the floor, as Onio would land on his palms, fingertips kissing the cold metal of the ground. Sweat beginning to bead his cheeks, brow and muscles. Slowly, and with a bit of strain, he began a complicated style of push-ups. Going down and up, down and up, and so on and so forth. Not stopping for anything. His voice croaking and trying to tremble from his throat as to how bad the force he put on himself was.
As he rise from the ground and plunge back down, he could feel himself give way. The sweat droplets that bead his nose had begun dripping from the tip of his nose. His lips still curved into a full frown as he did so, his Adams apple trembling and moving as he grumble and grunt. The gravity that forced and mushed itself against his exposed form something that impeded the easiness of the training task; And he loved it! His muscle forcing itself to pop out and bulge from the amount of strain he forced onto himself, Onio kept going despite his hands growing somewhat tired from holding the weight above them. His legs straightened together and touching close, feet point up and toes closed in as well. Retaining that of a Saiyajin-Missile form. Straight and without blunder. The male had then tried for something else. His right arm had been retracted, albeit slowly and with hesitation for the first time, onto his back. Forcing his left to gain double strength onto itself. As he did so, the male's somewhat long, spiked hair had fallen onto the ground, his bangs falling over his eyes. Yet he persevered, keeping up at a fine pace. Better than what he had expected, had Onio been honest with someone spectating him. Slowly, after but a few hundred single handed pushes, he had tucked in his fingers. All but his index, anyway. Performing one finger push ups! The strain even more fierce, worse than what was really thought. His finger on the verge of snapping even after the fiftieth go. He muscled past such, switching onto his right hand afterward to wash, rinse and repeat the act with the other.
"Sunova..meinu..!"
He groaned, raising his chin from the floor after kissing it in such a manner. Slow, albeit surely, the Saiyajin had rose from his planted form. Afterward, trudging over across the chamber and grasping several healing and medical objects. As he did, perhaps a few days before, he had wrapped gauze around his wrists, thighs and ankles. Even putting a wrap or two around his forehead, underneath his singular and annoying bang. In all truth, he would have cut it off if he could but it simply would have regrown in the exact position quickly again. Swallowing heard on saliva, Onio had returned to training once more. Conjuring the droids that would reflect any ki blast he forced out against them and ricochet them back. A key ingredient to his rise in strength. A numerous amount of bots had begun flooding about, released from the inner walls that would deposit them into the chamber, itself. A slight change in Onio's demeanor made. The side of his mouth had cracked upward, forcing a cocky and coy half smile. His right hand had been whipped out, fingers curled but hovering above the palm. A crimson colored sphere crackling into existence before true formulation. Expanding quickly into a full blown ball of pure chi. The Jaguar Fang! Oni's more useful ranged and signature move pulled out and was readied for something quite incredible. In a quick flick of the wrist, the first round was off, spiraling in a quick spin before clashing against one of many droids. The rather large bullet of energy banging and swiftly moving.
Cutting the air as it moved. Onio had gone into an evasive state of movement. Quickly swaying back and raising his limbs to keep from being struck. With each ricochet, he'd move with quick force. Raising his knee and moving his foot into the underside of his leg, keeping onto his tippy toes as he went onward. Performing lithe and flexible forms of evading. Stamping the sole of his foot down to snap backward and forward, hunched over and bending backward. The javelin quickened in speed as it bounce off of each bots shield. Onio's lips parted and his teeth exposed. Slight hesitation in his dodges, he'd spring onto his back and onto his hands to stand on said position. Even as he wanted to stop, there was no turning back from which he began. Each time his issued blast of ki zoomed and bounced, he'd make a mad dash and move to dodge. Going as far as to stomp his feet, double his own natural speed and disappear into a black haze to the naked eye. The need to survive his training forcing him to move with a rapid succession and speed. However, his attempt at dodges being successful at first, he was struck down at the last stand. The Riot Javelin having gathered so much speed and power from the amount of times it ricocheted, evasion was impossible. Onio had been sliced at the cheek, taking his own blast full on. The result but a ghastly cut in the shape of a star or actually how his attack looked when thrown left on his left cheek. The Saiyajin KO'd and the Chamber automatically turning the gravity off to allow him rest.
"No..no..time..gotta.." Onio groaned, getting up from his laid out state. A green bean popped into his gullet and his energy revitalized quickly. The male standing still and closing his eyes soon after.
[Senzu Bean consumed.]
The chamber had froze. All standing still and the crimson red of the room revolting into nothing but the original scheme for how things were supposed to appear. Golden tiles to gold, white walls to white and the black strip that go along it shifting back to just being, well, black. The Saiya-jin's command causing the room to shift yet again, into a strange and distorted way. Solids becoming wavy and strange until all had become nothing. Well, appearing as nothing. Where the boy stood remained solid but it was just oceanic waves beneath his feet. It was particularly strange, but who was he to argue. It was following his called orders, was it not? Obviously it was! Anyone with common sense could tell that. If one couldn't, they'd be better off checking themselves for any mental issues or ailments that had bothered the vision or mentality, in general. Otherwise, anyone with sense could see that the ship was functioning quite well and working to its capacity and doing a fine job of doing so anyway.
Onio, himself, had stood in the center of the room. His body standing upright and erect, spine straight and his arms by his side. Fingers curled into his palm and knuckles ready to break something from his primordial youth. While he naturally had worn nothing but a pair of black briefs, he had recalled something that he felt would aid him in the art of training his body. No, no: For the Saiya-Jin had decided to actually adorn his usually nude body in armor. A single shoulder, consisting of a few overlaying one another, as he decided his usual attire would suit the situation he was taking himself over with. His armor's torso piece had been onyx black in pallet, the piece that hold it together being golden. His armbands being the ghostly white they had been dyed, the same going for the anklets he had adorned his feet in. His lower half being covered in a navy blue set of trousers, two thigh pads on the side of him whereas his hazel brown tail had been coiled around his waist to avoid being grasped and used against him in the heat of a fight. Though, it wouldn't have worked regardless; he had long mastered the arts of his tail and how to dispel any form of agony brought unto him through the extra body part. Still, it felt right to have it around the waist, much like a belt.
His war torn face being straight and without any emotion of doubt, anger, fear, joy or anything between. No, it was most bland at most. Waiting on the gravitational chamber to shift appearance and activate its simulator function. Onio's arms crossing over one another to form a impatient '><'. The walls and ground, ceiling too, remaining wavy and watery. Though, the changes could be seen very carefully by his trained eye. The golden tiles of the floor transforming into a sandy yellow/beige. Crystalline almost but remaining in it's grainy and simple form, regardless. Gray stones set out in the transforming chambers far view. The walls had been gone as well, changing from an enclosed environment into a large, open arena of sorts. The assumption drawn out from the teenage boys' notice over how some of the newly made bleachers had several colors and shades in it. Most brown, some black and a few hundred or so white. Almost every single spectators' hair color being the same monotonous raven black, very few having solid grey or white from old age. Indeed, the high bleachers held viewers for a blood bath. The walls of said seating having carvings and murals painted, of warriors mutilating warriors, some of the fighters slaying aliens or beasts that would appear outlandish from most points of view. Bear-Platypus against Saiyajiin, Ape-Men against warriors. The ape-creatures distinguished by their ]Reddish pinkish fur and how shaggy their hair styles had been. Though, in the end it seemed these abominations had their heads ripped off by the hardened warriors of past event.
Images of a golden warriors along a particular bleacher. His armor and appearance all together in color, in contrast to how only certain images had color. The Monkey-Men being of the exceptions to display their oddly colored fur. Indeed this warriors was golden. His hair standing to the very tip, blonde and sparking. His armor similar to any other warriors, for it was onyx black and had a single shoulder on the left. A gross collection of brave scars along his fierce face. The word, CHAMP beside his charging figure. His legs bent and knees solid, arms flexed by his side. What was the meaning of such a man? He was certainly powerful and honored to be painted, in somewhere as incredible and breath taking as here. Perhaps the young Saiya-Jin would have a chance to face off with the painted veteran of war. It would have been an honor, truthfully to face off, with the Golden Warrior. If he was in the simulation, he must have been decorated in Vegeta's History- Surely. However, it'd only be an honor. Not a definite. Being as by his definition, an honor meant a chance encounter. Whereas, something definite was either a single fight or a face off with one of his comrades. No disrespect to the hardened warriors on Vegeta and the awe-inducing terror legends of past life. He was simply believing in his own facts, so it'd only be natural of him to follow his own words and definitions.
Everything became solid. The sandy floor, the clear skies above head and the crowds that roar from seeing the newly arrived- or rather, fully arrived, Saiya-Jin. His jet black hair against his face, covering his right eye some. His arms unfolding to his sides as he cock his head to the sides, looking to the crowds and the skies above. Gazing up, the apparent ring master high above. Well, it reality he who called matches wasn't a supposed ring lord but instead, a simple caller to referee. Calling shot and speaking of how things are to go. Whether or not death to the loser or victor would die or not. Still, Onio didn't exactly know the correct title for the man whom watched over the arena. The coliseum booming and rumbling from the individual fighters whom awaited their turn to participate in the fight. All the while, a waiting teenager had stood to the center of the battle ground. His jaded aura appearing in small spikes and quills around his figure, transparent and nearly invisible as he had been rearing to go. The weight of his armor as well the outer gravitational pull weighing him down. His long, spiked locks teaching down to the middle of his spine and wavering from the breeze of air that course through the arena like a heart courses blood through the veins of a body. The cheers of the crowd suddenly halted:
A challenger had been released onto the battle ground.
This challenger appearing familiar, due to the murals previously mentioned not to long back. The opponent presented appeared quite strange as well, though. Nearly nude, though saved by a single pair of navy blue trousers. Where skin should have been bare or just barely haired, lay an entire coat of crimson red fur. Lining the males body to where nearly all of him had the shaded coat, his chest and abdomen being the only thing that seemed untouched. His hands and feet as well, although patches had graced the top of his hands and feet. Raven black hair on his head, shaggy and overly exaggerated, as it had gone over his shoulders and to his mid spine as well. Red lining around his narrowed eyes, pupils a particular shade of red. A tail on the unnamed strange warrior's hind end, much like a Saiya-Jin. However, it was quite obvious the enemy being introduced wasn't one of Onio's. Instead, a zoanthrope that crossbred with a Human. That, was mere assumption, though. One could have been wrong at any given word in that statement alone. Either way, the alien wasn't anywhere near being a Saiya-Jin. The galaxy was a vast place, after all and that had opened many, many, many possibilities and gate ways for other races to come and test their own individual metals. Some strong, some weak. Who was to say?
This man, youthful and apparently extremely alive, glared the Hunter down. His red arms by his side and his left leg stepping forward over his right, head craned toward the side along with donning a most cocky smirk along his tanned face. Eyes opened some, seeming to..scan, the Saiya-Jin teenager. Both of the males locking eyes, black to red yet retaining a electric blue bolt of pressure between the two of them both! Onio keeping still and solemn, refusing to budge out of the tension. Nearly mimicking the strange warrior via shifting weight unto his right leg and cocking an eyebrow up into a concerned to curious facial expression. Looking for the faults in his opponent. Yet nothing seemed to arise, as the furred enemy had retained a single stance. Sand blowing around their feet from their lack of movement.
"Tobey."
Tobey. Apparently, this was the unknown ape-boys name. A peculiar and simple one, to a simple contestant. Onio kept gaze unto Tobey, watching him. Giving a small chuckle from being informed, his cocked brow lowered along with his normally placed one, giving him a amused demeanor. The side of his soft lips curving, the shimmering white of his teeth being seen quite faintly. It would have been a waste to introduce himself, though. As all of this was but an illusion, a scenario much like an earth video game. Unless he called to save said progress, none of anything in which he would possibly meet would ever recall his presence in the false coliseum. Shrugging his own shoulders, Onio stood upright. Arms flexed and by his waist as his emerald aura sparked and spiked, sparkling around him as he gather up as much Ki as he possibly could into his battered Saiya-Jin body. His hair rising from the chi in which was put into each and every muscle he withheld, raising over his ears and unveiling his eye. Giving a bone chilling shout as he reached his first capacity, the released aura keeping itself around him, albeit only in limited spikes and points. Shuffling and shaking his foot into the ground as he lurch forward, right arm by his ribcage and the left over his front leg. Bouncing to a slight rhythm for battle.
His opponent, however, remained upright. Refusing to enter any kind of battle stance, as he had deemed them silly and unnecessary in battles that didn't mean a thing, used only by show offs whom truly had no real powers to show off. A matter of opinion, stupid opinion, but still. He was left open and without any real defense..from the attackers view. The ape-boy himself boasted a considerable amount of strength and prowess in the art of battle, he and the rest of his apparent ancestors before him. It was time to test out whether or not this strange, furred humanoid race was as powerful as the murals painted along the coliseums walls as they had been deceived and illustrated to be. Paintings could always tell a false story, anyone could see such. An example of this would have been the art worm depicting a powerful man from times long past, standing victorious and brave before a large ship, a sphere in his palm and his armor painted as Vegeta's planetary flagship. This being false, only because this long forgotten heroes armor was but a standard lower class, rather a special elite that the painting had illustrated him to be. Shifting away from the subject of history, Onio and Tobey had locked eyes with one another. The honorable boy giving his opponent a nod to assure him of their battle was to begin.
Lunging himself forward, the Saiya-Jin youth gave a guttural cry of war. Grasping his right wrist tight into his left palm, fingers curling around the white material that wrap around his forearm and most of his hand. His pupils shaking with a strange quickness, haste behind the user of the first attack. His mouth opening up wide, the corners of his unlocked jaw wrinkling and his teeth shown. The sharpness of his individual canines apparent and the rough bumps on the rest of his teeth, upper and lower rows, glimmering as well. His body spreading out as he attack Tobey. His legs spread, knees unbent and letting his legs go out toward a more or less straightened fashion, whereas he had kept his hands together, as shown where he'd grasp onto his wrist to initiate a favorite technique of his. The sudden shout throwing his opponent off guard, Onio had began a quick and rough dash. His feet against the sandy ground, creating a rapid 'tik tik!' sound as he begun charging. Closing the spacing between he and Tobey relatively quickly. Upon entering the proper melee range, the Saiya-jins fist had rocketed forward toward the Ape-Boy's jawline. Quick and without mercy, aiming to knock the man out without much hassle on him. His quick hook caught, much to his surprise; as Tobey quickly attempted for a retort. Sending a straight for Onio's stomach. However, the Saiyajin youth was far more smart than the monkey man, as he quickly moved out. Kicking off the floor and using his grabbed fist to hop over Tobey. Taking stance behind him and jerking his hand back, then grasping his opponent's shoulders tight. Grabbing a pressure point with relative ease before ushering a sickening knee into the other fighter's spine. Forcing him to crumble onto his knees before busting some kind of a flashy dance, Tobey sliding onto his back and spinning with the use of his legs, the wind picking him up onto his feet.
Tobey sweeping the floors as he regain balance, dashing for Onio. Throwing a fist for the Saiyajin. Exactly what he was waiting for. The two youths began a quick exchange. Onio throwing out a fist for his opponent, following up with a quick leg toward the aide, shin for the neck and knee for the jaw. His opponent catching the knee and retorting through a series of quick jabs and thrown straights. Both of the men, growling and grunting as they exchange, throwing out their individual strengths in turn or even in unison. No holds appeared to be barred for the spiraling fight. The Saiya-Jin unleashing a quick and numerous amount of kicks. All greeted by the crimson furred opponents forearm or own shim. Their body parts banging into one another, regardless of what was thrown out. Knuckle to knuckle, shin to shin, sole to sole. The teenager growing more and more excited with how the battle between he and the other had been raging on. The crowd of Saiya-Jin watching from the aide booming and roaring. This must have been how his father felt whenever he was participating in one of his gladitorial matches. The people, the cheers, the way his fist and knuckles felt smashing against flesh, breaking skin and just flat out punching it off. Judging from how Tobey's chest and cheek was exposed, blood and muscle shown, he was going quite the route. The crimson essence of life dribbling down the broken piece of flesh and dropping to the golden hue of sand beneath their feet.
The hunter skidded back a great deal, his heels against the ground. Leaving his opponent before him and giving a fine smirk. Dark, yet personal and professional. Huffing and giving slight pants. His chest rising and lowering as he breath with slightly heavy style. Slyly coaxing his opponent to try and rush him down. A plan being created in the deepest of his mindset. He had bent over, stepping back nonchalantly, taunting Tobey. His hands out and fingers curled into the palm, save his index and middle fingers. Both being out, yet bent. Needless to say, the primitive opponent Onio had been facing off against fell for the taunt. Grinding his teeth and swearing under his breath, Tobey bellowed out a blood curdling roar as he rapidly beat against his chest. And they said Saiya-jins were monkeys? Get a load of this guy.. Upon finishing the first scene of his fit, Tobey lunged forward for Onio. Quick and utilizing his inner chi to jump and lunge into him, his right fist thrown in the process. The teenage Saiyan grabbing his fist dead stop, Tobey launching the left afterward, yet having that one grasped tight as well. The boy laughed darkly, chuckling with pleasure. Pulling his arms back, and Tobey subsequently, Onio began pounding him against the ground. Much like a spinebreaker technique. THUNK! FUMP! the sound of the monkey-mans body being slammed against the floor sounded out, along with the sound of bones being crushed and broken. Onio releasing him to slid against the sand, face dug into the golden grains. Of course, the Saiya-Jin wasn't far behind, sprinting in the thrown direction, quickly grabbing Tobey's crimson red tail and using the awesome force within to issue a full, 360° spin, his speed so incredible that he appeared as a red and black blur. The throw remaining for a quick three seconds before his opponent was thrown into the skies above, dazed and dizzy. Onio throwing out his right hand, a sapphire blue orb appearing. A never before seen move and something new, he gave a menacing smirk as he tossed a quickly created round of his Jaguar Fang. The orb quick as it make contact with Tobey, effectively...well, obliterating his every atom. All being left was but a few waves of smoke.
Onio held his breath. His palm covering his chest, over his right breast. A smile on his rough and slightly beaten face. The usage of such energy causing him to use a bit too much energy than usual. He had been used to using his rush down attacks, and this..this was a bit new. An actual, brand new chi attack. He pondered how guys like Athren and some other Saiya-Jins managed to learn and expand on their ranged chi attacks. Perhaps it was..an age thing? Or likely, a battle type of enhancement. More control over your bodies physical and spiritual abilities. He'd need to learn how about that, sooner or later. For the time being, however, Onio had to continue his training. There was something about how his training was being done that really just excited him. Even if it was simply a thirty by his normal gravity, it still was enough to cause small strain on his movement. Granted, he hadn't shown any real emotion over strain nor struggle. The matters being pressed, were the crowds. They roared and boomed. Howling and cooing from the savage defeat the Ape-Man Tobey had received. He had literally died from how hard he was being hit. Oh well, sucked for him! He really shouldn't have had tried to fight a Saiyan. With the death of Tobey, Onio was left to his next opponent. What could it have been? Another alien? A Saiyan? Only time could really proceed and alert him. The boy standing upright and breathing correctly, taking in as much air as he could before issuing a hard exhale.
____________________________________
TO BE CONTINUED..NEXT TIME, ON DRAGON BALL Z!!
WC: 4623.
His arms had retracted back to his sides, bent at the elbows and his fists tight. Transferring into a set of sequenced kicks. His left thigh being thrusted out and switched for right every so often, his shin flicked out and his ankle flicked afterward. Quick and without flaw, slicing at the air before him and battering the intangible air before him. The teen continuing the act quickly and without hesitation of fear or missed movement, but rather relying on his instincts to guide each and every single attack he tossed into the air before him. Clean kicks and multiple chain linked blows, from whence the boy would stop his kicks and instead dash from his place to one of the many walls of the chamber, springing off of his feet and planting his feet on the strong walls before bursting off to perform a series of sequenced kicks. The kick all ending in the motion of a dive onto the floor, as Onio would land on his palms, fingertips kissing the cold metal of the ground. Sweat beginning to bead his cheeks, brow and muscles. Slowly, and with a bit of strain, he began a complicated style of push-ups. Going down and up, down and up, and so on and so forth. Not stopping for anything. His voice croaking and trying to tremble from his throat as to how bad the force he put on himself was.
As he rise from the ground and plunge back down, he could feel himself give way. The sweat droplets that bead his nose had begun dripping from the tip of his nose. His lips still curved into a full frown as he did so, his Adams apple trembling and moving as he grumble and grunt. The gravity that forced and mushed itself against his exposed form something that impeded the easiness of the training task; And he loved it! His muscle forcing itself to pop out and bulge from the amount of strain he forced onto himself, Onio kept going despite his hands growing somewhat tired from holding the weight above them. His legs straightened together and touching close, feet point up and toes closed in as well. Retaining that of a Saiyajin-Missile form. Straight and without blunder. The male had then tried for something else. His right arm had been retracted, albeit slowly and with hesitation for the first time, onto his back. Forcing his left to gain double strength onto itself. As he did so, the male's somewhat long, spiked hair had fallen onto the ground, his bangs falling over his eyes. Yet he persevered, keeping up at a fine pace. Better than what he had expected, had Onio been honest with someone spectating him. Slowly, after but a few hundred single handed pushes, he had tucked in his fingers. All but his index, anyway. Performing one finger push ups! The strain even more fierce, worse than what was really thought. His finger on the verge of snapping even after the fiftieth go. He muscled past such, switching onto his right hand afterward to wash, rinse and repeat the act with the other.
Onio had then fallen. Onto his stomach, face and legs.
"Sunova..meinu..!"
He groaned, raising his chin from the floor after kissing it in such a manner. Slow, albeit surely, the Saiyajin had rose from his planted form. Afterward, trudging over across the chamber and grasping several healing and medical objects. As he did, perhaps a few days before, he had wrapped gauze around his wrists, thighs and ankles. Even putting a wrap or two around his forehead, underneath his singular and annoying bang. In all truth, he would have cut it off if he could but it simply would have regrown in the exact position quickly again. Swallowing heard on saliva, Onio had returned to training once more. Conjuring the droids that would reflect any ki blast he forced out against them and ricochet them back. A key ingredient to his rise in strength. A numerous amount of bots had begun flooding about, released from the inner walls that would deposit them into the chamber, itself. A slight change in Onio's demeanor made. The side of his mouth had cracked upward, forcing a cocky and coy half smile. His right hand had been whipped out, fingers curled but hovering above the palm. A crimson colored sphere crackling into existence before true formulation. Expanding quickly into a full blown ball of pure chi. The Jaguar Fang! Oni's more useful ranged and signature move pulled out and was readied for something quite incredible. In a quick flick of the wrist, the first round was off, spiraling in a quick spin before clashing against one of many droids. The rather large bullet of energy banging and swiftly moving.
Cutting the air as it moved. Onio had gone into an evasive state of movement. Quickly swaying back and raising his limbs to keep from being struck. With each ricochet, he'd move with quick force. Raising his knee and moving his foot into the underside of his leg, keeping onto his tippy toes as he went onward. Performing lithe and flexible forms of evading. Stamping the sole of his foot down to snap backward and forward, hunched over and bending backward. The javelin quickened in speed as it bounce off of each bots shield. Onio's lips parted and his teeth exposed. Slight hesitation in his dodges, he'd spring onto his back and onto his hands to stand on said position. Even as he wanted to stop, there was no turning back from which he began. Each time his issued blast of ki zoomed and bounced, he'd make a mad dash and move to dodge. Going as far as to stomp his feet, double his own natural speed and disappear into a black haze to the naked eye. The need to survive his training forcing him to move with a rapid succession and speed. However, his attempt at dodges being successful at first, he was struck down at the last stand. The Riot Javelin having gathered so much speed and power from the amount of times it ricocheted, evasion was impossible. Onio had been sliced at the cheek, taking his own blast full on. The result but a ghastly cut in the shape of a star or actually how his attack looked when thrown left on his left cheek. The Saiyajin KO'd and the Chamber automatically turning the gravity off to allow him rest.
"No..no..time..gotta.." Onio groaned, getting up from his laid out state. A green bean popped into his gullet and his energy revitalized quickly. The male standing still and closing his eyes soon after.
[Senzu Bean consumed.]
"..Simulation, on."
The chamber had froze. All standing still and the crimson red of the room revolting into nothing but the original scheme for how things were supposed to appear. Golden tiles to gold, white walls to white and the black strip that go along it shifting back to just being, well, black. The Saiya-jin's command causing the room to shift yet again, into a strange and distorted way. Solids becoming wavy and strange until all had become nothing. Well, appearing as nothing. Where the boy stood remained solid but it was just oceanic waves beneath his feet. It was particularly strange, but who was he to argue. It was following his called orders, was it not? Obviously it was! Anyone with common sense could tell that. If one couldn't, they'd be better off checking themselves for any mental issues or ailments that had bothered the vision or mentality, in general. Otherwise, anyone with sense could see that the ship was functioning quite well and working to its capacity and doing a fine job of doing so anyway.
Onio, himself, had stood in the center of the room. His body standing upright and erect, spine straight and his arms by his side. Fingers curled into his palm and knuckles ready to break something from his primordial youth. While he naturally had worn nothing but a pair of black briefs, he had recalled something that he felt would aid him in the art of training his body. No, no: For the Saiya-Jin had decided to actually adorn his usually nude body in armor. A single shoulder, consisting of a few overlaying one another, as he decided his usual attire would suit the situation he was taking himself over with. His armor's torso piece had been onyx black in pallet, the piece that hold it together being golden. His armbands being the ghostly white they had been dyed, the same going for the anklets he had adorned his feet in. His lower half being covered in a navy blue set of trousers, two thigh pads on the side of him whereas his hazel brown tail had been coiled around his waist to avoid being grasped and used against him in the heat of a fight. Though, it wouldn't have worked regardless; he had long mastered the arts of his tail and how to dispel any form of agony brought unto him through the extra body part. Still, it felt right to have it around the waist, much like a belt.
[Heavy Weights equipped.]
His war torn face being straight and without any emotion of doubt, anger, fear, joy or anything between. No, it was most bland at most. Waiting on the gravitational chamber to shift appearance and activate its simulator function. Onio's arms crossing over one another to form a impatient '><'. The walls and ground, ceiling too, remaining wavy and watery. Though, the changes could be seen very carefully by his trained eye. The golden tiles of the floor transforming into a sandy yellow/beige. Crystalline almost but remaining in it's grainy and simple form, regardless. Gray stones set out in the transforming chambers far view. The walls had been gone as well, changing from an enclosed environment into a large, open arena of sorts. The assumption drawn out from the teenage boys' notice over how some of the newly made bleachers had several colors and shades in it. Most brown, some black and a few hundred or so white. Almost every single spectators' hair color being the same monotonous raven black, very few having solid grey or white from old age. Indeed, the high bleachers held viewers for a blood bath. The walls of said seating having carvings and murals painted, of warriors mutilating warriors, some of the fighters slaying aliens or beasts that would appear outlandish from most points of view. Bear-Platypus against Saiyajiin, Ape-Men against warriors. The ape-creatures distinguished by their ]Reddish pinkish fur and how shaggy their hair styles had been. Though, in the end it seemed these abominations had their heads ripped off by the hardened warriors of past event.
Images of a golden warriors along a particular bleacher. His armor and appearance all together in color, in contrast to how only certain images had color. The Monkey-Men being of the exceptions to display their oddly colored fur. Indeed this warriors was golden. His hair standing to the very tip, blonde and sparking. His armor similar to any other warriors, for it was onyx black and had a single shoulder on the left. A gross collection of brave scars along his fierce face. The word, CHAMP beside his charging figure. His legs bent and knees solid, arms flexed by his side. What was the meaning of such a man? He was certainly powerful and honored to be painted, in somewhere as incredible and breath taking as here. Perhaps the young Saiya-Jin would have a chance to face off with the painted veteran of war. It would have been an honor, truthfully to face off, with the Golden Warrior. If he was in the simulation, he must have been decorated in Vegeta's History- Surely. However, it'd only be an honor. Not a definite. Being as by his definition, an honor meant a chance encounter. Whereas, something definite was either a single fight or a face off with one of his comrades. No disrespect to the hardened warriors on Vegeta and the awe-inducing terror legends of past life. He was simply believing in his own facts, so it'd only be natural of him to follow his own words and definitions.
Everything became solid. The sandy floor, the clear skies above head and the crowds that roar from seeing the newly arrived- or rather, fully arrived, Saiya-Jin. His jet black hair against his face, covering his right eye some. His arms unfolding to his sides as he cock his head to the sides, looking to the crowds and the skies above. Gazing up, the apparent ring master high above. Well, it reality he who called matches wasn't a supposed ring lord but instead, a simple caller to referee. Calling shot and speaking of how things are to go. Whether or not death to the loser or victor would die or not. Still, Onio didn't exactly know the correct title for the man whom watched over the arena. The coliseum booming and rumbling from the individual fighters whom awaited their turn to participate in the fight. All the while, a waiting teenager had stood to the center of the battle ground. His jaded aura appearing in small spikes and quills around his figure, transparent and nearly invisible as he had been rearing to go. The weight of his armor as well the outer gravitational pull weighing him down. His long, spiked locks teaching down to the middle of his spine and wavering from the breeze of air that course through the arena like a heart courses blood through the veins of a body. The cheers of the crowd suddenly halted:
A challenger had been released onto the battle ground.
This challenger appearing familiar, due to the murals previously mentioned not to long back. The opponent presented appeared quite strange as well, though. Nearly nude, though saved by a single pair of navy blue trousers. Where skin should have been bare or just barely haired, lay an entire coat of crimson red fur. Lining the males body to where nearly all of him had the shaded coat, his chest and abdomen being the only thing that seemed untouched. His hands and feet as well, although patches had graced the top of his hands and feet. Raven black hair on his head, shaggy and overly exaggerated, as it had gone over his shoulders and to his mid spine as well. Red lining around his narrowed eyes, pupils a particular shade of red. A tail on the unnamed strange warrior's hind end, much like a Saiya-Jin. However, it was quite obvious the enemy being introduced wasn't one of Onio's. Instead, a zoanthrope that crossbred with a Human. That, was mere assumption, though. One could have been wrong at any given word in that statement alone. Either way, the alien wasn't anywhere near being a Saiya-Jin. The galaxy was a vast place, after all and that had opened many, many, many possibilities and gate ways for other races to come and test their own individual metals. Some strong, some weak. Who was to say?
This man, youthful and apparently extremely alive, glared the Hunter down. His red arms by his side and his left leg stepping forward over his right, head craned toward the side along with donning a most cocky smirk along his tanned face. Eyes opened some, seeming to..scan, the Saiya-Jin teenager. Both of the males locking eyes, black to red yet retaining a electric blue bolt of pressure between the two of them both! Onio keeping still and solemn, refusing to budge out of the tension. Nearly mimicking the strange warrior via shifting weight unto his right leg and cocking an eyebrow up into a concerned to curious facial expression. Looking for the faults in his opponent. Yet nothing seemed to arise, as the furred enemy had retained a single stance. Sand blowing around their feet from their lack of movement.
"Tobey."
Tobey. Apparently, this was the unknown ape-boys name. A peculiar and simple one, to a simple contestant. Onio kept gaze unto Tobey, watching him. Giving a small chuckle from being informed, his cocked brow lowered along with his normally placed one, giving him a amused demeanor. The side of his soft lips curving, the shimmering white of his teeth being seen quite faintly. It would have been a waste to introduce himself, though. As all of this was but an illusion, a scenario much like an earth video game. Unless he called to save said progress, none of anything in which he would possibly meet would ever recall his presence in the false coliseum. Shrugging his own shoulders, Onio stood upright. Arms flexed and by his waist as his emerald aura sparked and spiked, sparkling around him as he gather up as much Ki as he possibly could into his battered Saiya-Jin body. His hair rising from the chi in which was put into each and every muscle he withheld, raising over his ears and unveiling his eye. Giving a bone chilling shout as he reached his first capacity, the released aura keeping itself around him, albeit only in limited spikes and points. Shuffling and shaking his foot into the ground as he lurch forward, right arm by his ribcage and the left over his front leg. Bouncing to a slight rhythm for battle.
His opponent, however, remained upright. Refusing to enter any kind of battle stance, as he had deemed them silly and unnecessary in battles that didn't mean a thing, used only by show offs whom truly had no real powers to show off. A matter of opinion, stupid opinion, but still. He was left open and without any real defense..from the attackers view. The ape-boy himself boasted a considerable amount of strength and prowess in the art of battle, he and the rest of his apparent ancestors before him. It was time to test out whether or not this strange, furred humanoid race was as powerful as the murals painted along the coliseums walls as they had been deceived and illustrated to be. Paintings could always tell a false story, anyone could see such. An example of this would have been the art worm depicting a powerful man from times long past, standing victorious and brave before a large ship, a sphere in his palm and his armor painted as Vegeta's planetary flagship. This being false, only because this long forgotten heroes armor was but a standard lower class, rather a special elite that the painting had illustrated him to be. Shifting away from the subject of history, Onio and Tobey had locked eyes with one another. The honorable boy giving his opponent a nod to assure him of their battle was to begin.
Lunging himself forward, the Saiya-Jin youth gave a guttural cry of war. Grasping his right wrist tight into his left palm, fingers curling around the white material that wrap around his forearm and most of his hand. His pupils shaking with a strange quickness, haste behind the user of the first attack. His mouth opening up wide, the corners of his unlocked jaw wrinkling and his teeth shown. The sharpness of his individual canines apparent and the rough bumps on the rest of his teeth, upper and lower rows, glimmering as well. His body spreading out as he attack Tobey. His legs spread, knees unbent and letting his legs go out toward a more or less straightened fashion, whereas he had kept his hands together, as shown where he'd grasp onto his wrist to initiate a favorite technique of his. The sudden shout throwing his opponent off guard, Onio had began a quick and rough dash. His feet against the sandy ground, creating a rapid 'tik tik!' sound as he begun charging. Closing the spacing between he and Tobey relatively quickly. Upon entering the proper melee range, the Saiya-jins fist had rocketed forward toward the Ape-Boy's jawline. Quick and without mercy, aiming to knock the man out without much hassle on him. His quick hook caught, much to his surprise; as Tobey quickly attempted for a retort. Sending a straight for Onio's stomach. However, the Saiyajin youth was far more smart than the monkey man, as he quickly moved out. Kicking off the floor and using his grabbed fist to hop over Tobey. Taking stance behind him and jerking his hand back, then grasping his opponent's shoulders tight. Grabbing a pressure point with relative ease before ushering a sickening knee into the other fighter's spine. Forcing him to crumble onto his knees before busting some kind of a flashy dance, Tobey sliding onto his back and spinning with the use of his legs, the wind picking him up onto his feet.
Tobey sweeping the floors as he regain balance, dashing for Onio. Throwing a fist for the Saiyajin. Exactly what he was waiting for. The two youths began a quick exchange. Onio throwing out a fist for his opponent, following up with a quick leg toward the aide, shin for the neck and knee for the jaw. His opponent catching the knee and retorting through a series of quick jabs and thrown straights. Both of the men, growling and grunting as they exchange, throwing out their individual strengths in turn or even in unison. No holds appeared to be barred for the spiraling fight. The Saiya-Jin unleashing a quick and numerous amount of kicks. All greeted by the crimson furred opponents forearm or own shim. Their body parts banging into one another, regardless of what was thrown out. Knuckle to knuckle, shin to shin, sole to sole. The teenager growing more and more excited with how the battle between he and the other had been raging on. The crowd of Saiya-Jin watching from the aide booming and roaring. This must have been how his father felt whenever he was participating in one of his gladitorial matches. The people, the cheers, the way his fist and knuckles felt smashing against flesh, breaking skin and just flat out punching it off. Judging from how Tobey's chest and cheek was exposed, blood and muscle shown, he was going quite the route. The crimson essence of life dribbling down the broken piece of flesh and dropping to the golden hue of sand beneath their feet.
The hunter skidded back a great deal, his heels against the ground. Leaving his opponent before him and giving a fine smirk. Dark, yet personal and professional. Huffing and giving slight pants. His chest rising and lowering as he breath with slightly heavy style. Slyly coaxing his opponent to try and rush him down. A plan being created in the deepest of his mindset. He had bent over, stepping back nonchalantly, taunting Tobey. His hands out and fingers curled into the palm, save his index and middle fingers. Both being out, yet bent. Needless to say, the primitive opponent Onio had been facing off against fell for the taunt. Grinding his teeth and swearing under his breath, Tobey bellowed out a blood curdling roar as he rapidly beat against his chest. And they said Saiya-jins were monkeys? Get a load of this guy.. Upon finishing the first scene of his fit, Tobey lunged forward for Onio. Quick and utilizing his inner chi to jump and lunge into him, his right fist thrown in the process. The teenage Saiyan grabbing his fist dead stop, Tobey launching the left afterward, yet having that one grasped tight as well. The boy laughed darkly, chuckling with pleasure. Pulling his arms back, and Tobey subsequently, Onio began pounding him against the ground. Much like a spinebreaker technique. THUNK! FUMP! the sound of the monkey-mans body being slammed against the floor sounded out, along with the sound of bones being crushed and broken. Onio releasing him to slid against the sand, face dug into the golden grains. Of course, the Saiya-Jin wasn't far behind, sprinting in the thrown direction, quickly grabbing Tobey's crimson red tail and using the awesome force within to issue a full, 360° spin, his speed so incredible that he appeared as a red and black blur. The throw remaining for a quick three seconds before his opponent was thrown into the skies above, dazed and dizzy. Onio throwing out his right hand, a sapphire blue orb appearing. A never before seen move and something new, he gave a menacing smirk as he tossed a quickly created round of his Jaguar Fang. The orb quick as it make contact with Tobey, effectively...well, obliterating his every atom. All being left was but a few waves of smoke.
[New!VICTOR!]
Onio held his breath. His palm covering his chest, over his right breast. A smile on his rough and slightly beaten face. The usage of such energy causing him to use a bit too much energy than usual. He had been used to using his rush down attacks, and this..this was a bit new. An actual, brand new chi attack. He pondered how guys like Athren and some other Saiya-Jins managed to learn and expand on their ranged chi attacks. Perhaps it was..an age thing? Or likely, a battle type of enhancement. More control over your bodies physical and spiritual abilities. He'd need to learn how about that, sooner or later. For the time being, however, Onio had to continue his training. There was something about how his training was being done that really just excited him. Even if it was simply a thirty by his normal gravity, it still was enough to cause small strain on his movement. Granted, he hadn't shown any real emotion over strain nor struggle. The matters being pressed, were the crowds. They roared and boomed. Howling and cooing from the savage defeat the Ape-Man Tobey had received. He had literally died from how hard he was being hit. Oh well, sucked for him! He really shouldn't have had tried to fight a Saiyan. With the death of Tobey, Onio was left to his next opponent. What could it have been? Another alien? A Saiyan? Only time could really proceed and alert him. The boy standing upright and breathing correctly, taking in as much air as he could before issuing a hard exhale.
____________________________________
Thump! Thump! Thump!
TO BE CONTINUED..NEXT TIME, ON DRAGON BALL Z!!
WC: 4623.
