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The feel of metal beneath his combat boots had been one he had missed during the Tournament. He hadn't seen a facility like this in a very long time, but after the tournament he found himself here frequently. As it were, noone had barely seen the Commandant, his dedication to his training like a cloak of invisibility to those who would seek him out. He had secluded himself for the purpose of becoming stronger, so he could reach that form he'd seen his King reach so many times.
The Realm of Gods. Carva knew it was possible thanks to the King's words. His liege had encouraged him to seek this power for himself, but he'd never mentioned how he'd be able to do it. Carva growled under his breath as he dodged laser bolts from drowns, his movements as quick as a blink. Even in his base form, his power was incredible. It could be felt by anyone in the vicinity, because only on this day had he left himself detectable.
Green blasts flew from his hands as he fired off vicious blasts, hitting his targets with ease. It was almost too easy for the Self-made Elite as the dust would clear, and he would stand there unscathed. His anger boiled deeply within him as his body shook, power fluctuating higher and dropping as his irritation grew, aura causing the air around him to spark and flicker with energy. He'd roar, loud enough for anyone outside the facility to hear, a thunderous yell. "DAMMIT! HIT ME YOU STUPID DRONES! STOP MAKING THIS SO EASY!!!"
Wc: 267 Twc: 267
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Tarro knew this was probably going to be a bad idea. The young Saiyan warrior had spent the last two years furiously training to make up for all the special treatment her and Carva had gotten in the Tournament of Power. That stupid Time dimension of theirs had really screwed up their rivalry, as Carva had once again leapt past him because of it. Despite this Tarro did not waver and kept on trying to push himself to new heights, even going so far as to master the Super Saiyan Two transformation. All that left was ascending past Super Saiyan Two, in whatever form that would take for him. He supposed he would have to find out when the time came.
For now however he knew what he needed. A serious fight. He knew Karota’s moves a little too well at this point, it wouldn't feel like a real fight against her. It had been over two years since his last scuffle with the beast known as Carva. Tarro was swallowing a lot of pride being here now, but his pride wouldn’t get him stronger. Not strong enough to protect his new family, not strong enough to do right by his mate, and not strong enough to really be a fair rival to Carva. Perhaps a real fight with the man would help push him.
Tarro was slightly startled by the man’s outburst, wondering if at first if it was pointed toward him. However as he processed the context, he realized that was just the beast foaming at the mouth and throwing a tantrum again. Nothing to be concerned about. {“If you want a challenge, perhaps you wouldn’t mind battling with me, Carva..,”} he introduced himself to the man’s mind, reaching through to him with telepathy. Tarro stood outside his mansion wearing his new standard battle armor. He adorned a beautiful new armor of orange and green, along with orange gloves. His jumpsuit was a dark blu-ish black color. He had changed quite a bit.
And he couldn’t wait to showcase just how much, though he knew he still had a long ways to go.
He wasn't bitter about the fact that he'd died. He knew the feeling all too well, plus he knew exactly what could happen. He could feel something clawing from within him, deep within his soul. He found himself searching his soul each day he woke up for this amazing power he'd garnered following the Tournament of Power, but he could never quite grasp it despite its everlasting precense.
The warrior wasn't lost however. As he trained there in the facility, he found more of himself with every punch thrown, he pushed his limits harder with every training session. This was his mission, his life's goal to be the best in all of the Universe. It was his destiny.
As he trained, sweat poured from his forehead, running down his biceps. His armor had become all but destroyed during this particularly intense training regimen. Just as the last drone would fall, he would hear a voice in the back of his mind. The man would freeze in his tracks, tail swishing behind him, jaw tightening. He'd call out to the voice with a growl. "You know I can't speak to your mind, Tarro! I hate that shit...tch... " he muttered to himself this next part. "...feels rather invasive, if you ask me."
Tarro likely recognized that gruff, deep baritone from their encounters before. Carva sounded irritated to say the least, his frustration in his body language as he grinded his teeth again. He would then sigh and raise a hand toward the open panel on the door, twitching his wrist. The air coming from his hand would open the door and he'd turn, scarred, bloody, broken armor...looking right at Tarro with a cold, steely gaze, his lips straight and his jaw strong. "What...not even a "good to see you, Carva." or "Thank you for putting your tail on the line to help save the Universe." Tarro? Figures. You just want to fight me. Well...I did want a real challenge. These drones bore me."
Those huge arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Tarro. If looks could kill.
Little did Carva know, he wasn’t the only feeling something inside of him waiting to be unleashed. Tarro had finally mastered Super Saiyan Two, and with that he knew the next milestone. Super Saiyan Three, or something similar to it. Komatsu, Karota, and many of the other Saiyans had accomplished slightly different forms. Komatsu had the Super Saiyan Four transformation which was really just a primal oozaru-like transformation mixed with Super Saiyan. Karota had an evolution of the Super Saiyan Two form much like the Second Grade and Third Grade versions of the Super Saiyan form, and he was sure others existed as well. But Tarro kept this in the back of his mind for now, as he had to worry about the fight about to transpire between him and his “superior” Carva.
Tarro was bitter about how far Carva had come, especially given the circumstances of it. The Zenkais, the Fruit from the Tree of Might, and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. All of these things propelled him forward, while Tarro only had his own effort and hard work guiding him to try and catch up. He was a whole year behind Carva as far as training went, so it was no wonder that the beast was this much stronger than him. Still, the difference was not as bad as it once was. He had been training hard in an attempt to catch up to him, and he wouldn’t stop trying. No matter what it took.
Tarro was a bit surprised as Carva screamed back to him about hating telepathy. He supposed that was fair, so he approached (flying over in his dark yellow aura as it glistened). Tarro was again a bit surprised as he looked at Carva’s state upon arriving at the door. “Impressive, you’ve been training about as hard as me, I can see. That’s good. Slacking off during peace time is what weaklings do,” Tarro noted while crossing his arms. It was strange for Tarro to be complimenting Carva, given his opinion of him. But Tarro had learned in the last two years to be a bit more civil with his comrades in the Saiyan Galactic Kingdom. This didn’t mean he wouldn’t criticize Carva if he should do something stupid, but he would avoid actively trying to antagonize him all the time.
Tarro raised an eyebrow at the man as he muttered about the lack of greeting and gratitude for fighting in the Tournament of Power. Tarro chuckled, finding the idea amusing. “Do you really need that, especially for something that happened two years ago? I was under the impression you didn’t care about that sort of thing.
Alright then I’ll oblige you I guess - I heard you helped take out a Fused Warrior during the Tournament of Power. You even reached a new form apparently during the Tournament. However,” he said with a frown while looking at the ground. “I also heard you died in the process. As reckless as ever I see…,” he said, not pulling his punches on accessing the report from the tournament. “I can tell you’ve gotten even stronger since then. What have you been working on?” he asked, curious as to how the Commander had spend his time since then. Mastering a new form? Training a new fighting style? Creating a new technique? Tarro was curious. He had spent his time mastering the Vegetean fighting style, as well as mastering his Super Saiyan Two transformation.
No matter Carva’s response, Tarro would power up to a Super Saiyan from the get-go following it, his hair turning its signature gold and his eyes turning into an emerald-teal color. He was going to try his best against him. “I’ve been training like crazy since our last fight, so don’t expect me to fall as behind as last time…,” he said firmly.
If Tarro were to sense Carva's actual energy, he'd notice something new. He'd feel the same massive energy, but this time it felt more calm and reserved. This power felt cool and controlled. This was a more mature Carva, one who had felt the cold hands on death's embrace twice due to his own arrogance and stupidity. He looked at Tarro through those steely eyes and spoke in a level tone. "A true Saiya-jin warrior is never done training, and I have done so every day. Even before being wished back by that strange fellow with the halo, I fought demons as practice. So no, I never stopped...I never will."
Indeed, he'd never stopped training even in death. But this was just the tip of the iceberg as far as his Legendary power was concerned. That form Tarro spoke of was Carva at his most dangerous. Not even he knew what the form was capable of, and it was something he legitimately feared. He couldn't control this form no matter how hard he tried. It was discouraging in a way, but from the look in his eyes, there was no loss in pride. He his lips curled upward at the corner. "I did in fact unlock a new form during my time in the tournament. It's my most powerful "upgrade" to date, a form not seen for hundreds of years in our kind." He looked off to the side at the monitors on the wall, knowing full well that this form was a berserk monster best used against his enemies. He sighed and looked at Tarro, an ally.
On the subject of gratitude, Tarro was right. He didnt expect ticker tape parades, or welcome home parties when he came home. But he was left to wonder why that Whis person would wish him back. Truth to be told, he found the man to be quite strange. But he was one who'd supported his recruitment for the team, so Carva didn't complain one bit.
Outwardly, Carva's eyes would be focused toward the ground, and narrowed in deep thought. Tarro's words would fall on deaf ears, the Saiya-jin would only look up when Tarro would activate that new form of his, Carva grinning. "Oh so you DO practice what you preach. Very nice new level you've reached there, I can feel your power overflowing! You'll make a nice punching bag for me!"
With excitement burning in his eyes, the Commandent would draw forth from the center of his spirit, a white aura exploding forth from around his muscular form. His energy would seemingly skyrocket as he roared, aura flashing gold for a moment before a neon green bio-electricity would spark from his growing muscles. His hair would remain a solid black color, his unleashed power brimming over like an unending reservoir of energy!
His power would continue to grow as expected, his pupils disappearing as his aura became a blazing tower of neon green flames, hair growing wild and turning a bright greenish gold color. Frighteningly enough, this wasn't the end of his capability. The Legendary Super Saiyan stood before his old rival, his bio-electricity destroying drones still hovering around him as he took his stance. "Alright Tarro, you best hit me with everything you've got! You DO NOT want to get hit, trust me!
Tarro could feel Carva’s energy for sure. The massive energy was pretty standard, but could Carva control it? That was another matter. The last time Tarro had seen Carva fight, it had been against that Anubian on Earth over two years ago, and he definitely couldn’t control his power back then. This was just as much testing how far Tarro had come as it was about testing how in control Carva was as a fighter. His power was an asset, but also a liability if he couldn’t control it. “Good. Glad we agree then. There’s a first for everything I guess,” he joked with a soft chuckle. “Demons huh? That’s neat,” Tarro said, wishing he could crack a few of their skulls. With Jarvis gone, the foes in the Demon Realm were all he really had left now. The rest were just rivalries and competition. A list that included Carva among others. Tarro had never stopped training either. Thankfully his kids had been in incubation chambers the past two years, which allowed him the peace of mind to focus on his training. The only distraction was Karen and Hasenya, who had been staying with him and Tomina in their house (which they got remodeled to be a bit bigger to accommodate the new people).
Tarro in general noticed a change in Carva. He seemed… less annoying. A lot less annoying. Perhaps he had matured past the spoiled brat that wanted everyone to worship his feet, the insecure jock-like idiot who thought he was the best fighter ever. What the fuck had happened in the Time Chamber? What the fuck happened in the Tournament of Power? Did it warp one’s personality? Then again, he supposed Tomina wasn’t too different. Just a bit less dark. Tarro chuckled. This wasn’t even his full power yet. “Don’t worry, Carva. I haven’t even touched my full power yet. I just didn’t realize we were skipping the warm-up. HAAAAA!” he began to shout as his hair spiked up even more than it’s natural predisposition, lightning beginning to dance across his body. His power doubled in strength, overwhelming strength coming to him.
Full-Power SSJ2 - 11,931,616!
“As you wish, Carva. I’ll hit you everything I’ve got…,” he said, his voice slightly deeper from the energy of Super Saiyan Two. Carva in turn had transformed into the Berserker form he showed on Earth. But he seemed just as in control as Tarro did. Impressive. Their powers in these forms weren’t super fair apart. This would be fun. An uphill battle for Tarro, but he craved the challenge.
“Let’s start big.. Neo… Wolf… FANG FIST!” he roared as he rushed forward with blazing speed, hopefully catching Carva off guard as he unleashed a torrent of devastating claw-like blows at his chest!
The battle had begun…
WC: 478 Stamina: 5/5 -> 3/5
SOT-3 Neo Wolf Fang Fist: 8,948,712 Heading toward Carva! (-5% to Carva's Dodge due to ADV MA)
Growing up was hard to do, especially for a man who was never given a childhood. Two years ago, Carva's arrogance would have led him to underestimate his opponent, even in his full power state. But this was a seasoned warrior. This was a warrior worthy of calling himself "Commandant", and he wore that title proudly.
He didn't spring forward as he normally would with his opponents, a move which normally caught them by surprise. Rather this time, the Legendary Super Saiya-jin simply observed his rival, his lips curling upward as Tarro's power rose to greater heights. The golden aura of the man before him would flash against the whites of his pupiless eyes, causing them to glow golden in return.
"Very good..." he spoke in a low, deep baritone. He was obviously more impressed by the warrior's power up than he had been before. A large hambone raised before his chest as he spaced his feet apart, the other hand moving to the back of his neck as it rolled, popping. He dropped into his stance fluidly, smile fading. "...this should be quite the spar. I doubt you'll disappoint me. But if you do, I will grind your bones into dust."
The level tone remained in his voice as he prepared himself, muscles tensing as his eyes followed Tarro's every movement. He was looking for every twitch of his muscles, every increase in respiration. His mind had sharpened. As Tarro charged forward, Carva's legs bent at the knees and he roared. "You wanna start off big, huh?! Excellent! Do it, then! Bring your technique!!!"
As Tarro would close in on the commandant, Carva's pearl eyes would narrow and his legs would straighten. He was moving almost too fast for the eye to see as his body faded out, letting Tarro pass harmlessly under him. The warrior spun in midair, landing on his feet behind the warrior and drawing back his fist. "..." Yet, he remained silent and studious, his mind clear of any thoughts whatsoever... he fought with instinct now.
ST-2: Warrior's Sense
Using his warrior's instincts, Carva has learned to dodge an opponent's attack completely.
Tarro was pumped up for this fight. A chance to see how far he’d come in these two years, to see how far his effort had taken him. From what he could sense, the two of them weren’t that far apart. Not like it had been. Tarro was catching up to him, whether Carva wished to admit it or not. Lightning continued to flicker and dance across the yellow, golden glow of Tarro’s Super Saiyan Two aura. A crackling sound resonated off of his body with wild electricity as the overwhelming power surged within his body. His speed, his strength, and his durability all enhanced far beyond their previous limits. And yet Tarro knew deep down there was something deeper inside awaiting to be unleashed. This fight was his path, his course of direction unto discovering that power. He had to keep on pushing forward. Not just for himself anymore.
But for Tomina, his beautiful wife who depended on him to support her. For his children, Serra and Cole, who needed their father to be someone who could protect them. He wasn’t fighting for selfish goals, but for the family he desired more than anything to protect. He couldn’t let his pride get in his way, he had to do whatever it took to get stronger (without sacrificing who he was). Tarro laughed, not even angry by Carva’s words for a change. Normally such banter from the beast would piss him off. But this transformation had a tendency to make him a bit more wild, its overwhelming power bringing out the darker side of his personality. “I’m glad you’re impressed. I just hope I don’t do too much damage. I can’t exactly control myself in this form all that well. It wouldn’t come across well if I injured someone who’s supposed to be my superior officer now after all,” he said with a wide grin, his confidence something of note compared to usual.
It’s not that he saw Carva as weaker or beneath him. He relished the challenge that the Commander provided for him, but he no longer saw himself as the weakling he was two years ago. Though he could control and access the Super Saiyan Two transformation at will… Tarro still suffered from the side effects it had on him and his personality. He just couldn’t help but feel a bit aggressive and overconfident in this form. “Not to worry- I won’t disappoint. I’ve got a couple of new tricks I’ve developed since you’ve been away. I WON’T BE DONE IN AS EASILY AS LAST TIME!” his voice would rise with intensity, as his aura surged and grew with overwhelming intensity. His blood was pumping, his heart was racing, and his body was trembling. All from the sheer excitement that this fight was giving him.
As Tarro’s Neo Wolf Fang Fist sprung into action - Tarro expected Carva to either tank the attack in some way to show off, or try to counter him in a full on clash of blows. He eagerly awaited the Commander’s move! But instead of doing either of those two Carva seemed to do something completely different. He chose to dodge the attack, evading him and leaping with a spin behind the Super Saiyan Two warrior. What the hell was this? Had Carva completely changed his fighting style and tactics? It was like he was fighting a completely different person. Tarro clenched his fists, skidding across the ground as he caught his footing. His teeth gritted together from annoyance. “I don’t know if you forgot, but fighting is more than just dodging!” Tarro would cry out as he turned around to rush at Carva with an overwhelming barrage of attacks, switching from his Wolf Style to his wife’s style - the Vegetean Royal Arts - an aggressive barrage of attacks of punches and kicks seeking to keep Carva on his guard and keep him from running away. All of them focused on Carva’s torso, the largest part of his enormous body and therefore a wide target to get in on.
Tarro finished it off with one of his new tricks - a technique passed onto him from the Council Member Karota herself - compressing energy into his fist to create a ki blast that empowered his hand for a burst attack. “Ki Blast Thrust!” he would shout, thrusting it forward with propelling force. If it connected it would launch Carva against the hard wall of his training space.
Tarro wasn’t messing around. Carva better treat him seriously if he didn’t wanna get hurt.
WC: 781 FPSSJ2 PL: 11,931,616 FPSSJ2 Health: 11,931,616 x 2.5 (Total Health Modifier) = 29,829,040/29,829,040 Health
1st Action (Minor Action): Tarro launches a Melee Flurry (A maneuver you gain from obtaining an INT in a martial art.) - Which doubles the speed of his melee attack but halves the strength. Think of the really fast barrage of hits in DBZ but are kinda weak. 1,193,161 Power (10% of his PL) /4,772,646 Speed (40% of his PL) heading for Carva!
2nd Action (Standard Action): Tarro uses SPECIAL OT-1 Ki Blast Thrust: [SPE][SOT-1] Ki Blast Thrust: A ki-enhanced powerful punch attack. The user focuses their ki into their fist and charges towards the opponent, striking him with the powerful attack.[30% Damage]
3,579,484 Heading for Carva! (Power AND Speed) (-5% To Carva's Dodging due to being a Strike Technique)
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