【Way of the Turtle】

This was it. The time foe messing around and dancing around the bull's-eye had finally come to a grand finish. Son could finally, truly follow his grandpa's footsteps. He could quit beating around the metaphorical bush and squash the bug in the room. The elephant could be addressed. In other words..training finally really began. Son had pursued the art of the Kame long before the current day, but always had he been pushed aside and set to small and meaningless tasks. Perhaps now, now that he was a high ranking fighter in his own regard, he was officially ready for launch into the art. And he was hyped. His master finally came to teach and pass the school over. Little by little. It felt like something of a grand achievement. The real learning could finally go down now! Just one issue, though..

Where was Muten?

Son had been waiting here for a while, now. Sitting down on a small settlement located on the base of Mt. Kiwi. His eyes to the floor, a stick in his hand and little doodles made in the surrounding dirt. He had left Shinko at home. Didn't want her getting caught in the blasts and such. And, well, this was how he decided to pass the time. Drawing images of himself as a Super Saiyan or firing beams in the fashion of a Kamehameha. He even wrote 'HA' beside his little figures body's. It did pass the time, though. No matter how silly it seemed. One could easily see that Son was excited. It was quite visible. From his large grin to is upright posture. He just wished that the old coot would hurry up and come teach him what he had to teach. Hours on hours, man! He wasn't ready to give, though. Son had patience.

And said patience had been rewarded dually. As the Muten finally did arrive. Hunched over and just as old as he was the last time Son had come to contact with him. A set of shades on his face. Pretty stylish, had Son been able to say so himself. The young man had sprung to his feet instantaneously. Dusting himself off and badgering the elder. Asking why he was late, where was he and what he was gonna learn. The usual stuff. Courteously, answers had been provided. First was waking up late, then traffic from buying the glasses. Bah, excuses. He was there. That's what mattered. Everything else didn't. Not then.

"So, Muten. What's first? I wanna do this now, you owe me! Makin' me wait..humph!" Son questioned aggressively. Pressing his diminutive master to get to it. A grumble and a grunt of a response given to the teen. Training began as quickly as it ended, really. As Gouken buckled down with Muten and went over the basics if the Turtle style. It was meant to be effective, but not limited. It wasn't meant to be used with intention of killing. Only as sport and use to incapacitate foes when needed. All factors that Son understood well and deeply. Realizing well that this style was to be learned by fighters with a pure heart and not those who sought death and destruction. Ironically, though, the Turtle school's signature technique was named Turtle Destruction Wave. Funny.

"No more dawdlin', gramps! Let's get to it!" Son called. Taking a stance. "Kamehameha! Guide me, okay?" He smiled innocently. Clearly, he had become quite impatient with the elder. "Yeah, yeah. Stance is fine, hunch forward. Not too much, though. Put your hands by your side." Muten instructed. The hybrid leaning forward and doing as told, setting his hands to his right. Placing his left hand above the right. Palm hovering over the right hand's face up palm. "Like that?" He asked. "More or less. I'll take it! Now gather that latent Ki. You know how." Muten commanded. Son nodding and doing as told. Ki balling up between palms. Forming in a short amount of time. Such a basic move, yet..something about it. Moving on, Son was already ninety percent done. He had the basics down pretty well. "Not too shabby. Now, release. Aim high, don't wanna hurt anythin'." The hermit commented. Allowing the teen to fire. And so he did, in a heart beat. Son firing into the stars, the azure colored beam drilling past the clouds and atmosphere. It's legendary shimmer leaving his palms. A smoke radiating from the center of his hands as he brought then down. Neat!

"Wow! Next technique, please! This is great!" Son shouted excitedly. He felt amazing! "I'm only givin' you the basics, kid. Dont get too happy!" The old man shouted and waved his fist. Huffing, his hand was then waved as one would when speaking conversationally. "Paper-Scissors-Rock. Like the game. Stand upright. This is an easy one. I think you can handle it." Son cocked a brow. Watching the actions of his teacher. "Alright. So. First is paper. Open palm smack to the center of the opponent's mug, deheh. Then, scissors. Poke 'em in their eyes! Finally, rock. Sock it to 'em!" He chortled and giggled at the silly style of martial arts. It worked, though! "Easy! Now do it!" Son prodded his chin. Ah..really? Oh well.. Shrugging, the male attacked the teacher. Smacking him dead center gently, then poking his shades and finishing with a punch to the jaw. Albeit, extremely soft. Didn't wanna hurt the old man, after all..

"Uh..well..that was..somethin', gramps. I hope next time is more excitin'. Havin' me wait all that time, I oughta'..hm! Hehe! See ya!" The Saiyan hybrid laughed. That was the lesson. Well then. Okay. Off to home he went, he had a pup to feed and tend to!