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Cinnamon raised an eyebrow as her sister pointed out her clothing or lack there of. Of course, she was barely dressed she had just woken up. Though her twin's last comment would not stop her theatrics. "People can die from blood lose." she imply stated while still keeping her theatrical poker face. "Not to mention this light pink color might be see through after the rain soaks it. I will kill a lot of perverts... Thank You." she finished with a sly grin. It was then that her sister offered her a bite of her egg sandwich. "Oh can I?" she asked politely with a slight blush before leaning in and taking a small bite. After finishing the bite she continued to keep her light blush across her cheeks. "Thank You... It's delicious." she said in a soft voice.

Cinnamon grinned a little bit at her twin sister's first comment. "Well of course I would like to leave a little bit to the imagination. I don't want to just have to strip down and show it all off." she said teasingly. The girl nearly gasped as she felt her sister's foot run down her own leg. It was different but still nice. It was then that the girl mentioned that she not kill those poor perverts. Then she said that she would rather them not look at her wet barely clothed body. Cinnamon giggled immediately, and she did notice her sister wink and stick her tongue out a little. "Oh but my body is soooo sexy i just want the world to know of its true beauty." she said playfully while pulling her shirt down a little showing off some cleavage. "I would only be doing the world a favor." she said while posing a little then she stuck her tongue out.

Rage walked into the academy. He heard the strong words of his master. Echo was disappointed with his student. He almost beat him to death when he came home without the title.

"You go there and train.. make sure that you train hard. Because if you ever lose another fight like that again. I will destroy you. I promise you that.. you useless demon.."

Rage had heard harsh words. .But never anything like that. Rage simply gather his things and walked inside of the academy. He couldn't even fly yet. Pathetic. He saw children yougner then him zipping around the sky. He was over 700 years old but things like this.. always surprised him. He was born during at time when a man used his steel to prove value. However, a new fight was being fought. He had to move with time.

"I am here to learn how to be a fighter.."

He said with a frown.

"My name is Rage.. and I am a demon... from Satan City. I was just second place in the Tournament.. but I still need a lot of training."

Rage bowed his head slowly.

Cinnamon raised an eyebrow. The girl's behaviors were a little odd though she couldn't place a finger on exactly what it was. It was then that her twin would finally speak, and mention that she would be jealous about her actions. Her attention was immediately turned to her comment. "Ah come on don't be the jealous type. You're such a spoil sport." she said in a teasing tone. It was then that she would go get the coffee pot while still speaking. In the mean time Cinnamon continued to eat. "Yea I have an idea why don't we go on a picnic." she said sarcastically before tilting her head to the side a little. "Okay seriously I have no idea." she then replied before glancing over as her sister offered to refill her cup. "No thanks." she replied.

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Gabriel Bloodcore, a demon of wish and desire, had been a wandering soul on Earth before. He kept watch over the darkness and desires of evil that the humans produced and fed off it like a child feeds on candy. The world was rich with sin to give him power, and the evil intentions of those around him were clearly present to this demon's knowledge as more paper tags clung to his body and bound to his dark soul. Each tag on the demon's body was a wish of evil nature or dark intentions, each written in the blood of the innocent. It was unknown how the tags came into being or why Gabriel was their magnet, but it was true and aparent as much as reality.

As the Demon floated around the City, looking down on the humans and other beings there. He took careful notice of the evil actions and sinister going ons around the metropolitan area. There was plenty of evil in the town, probably not as much as Satan City, but who cared? Evil was evil and darkness was darkness. It all tasted the same and produced more energy that Gabriel fed on. Of course, causing evil was also a way to get more evil generated, but for now, he was content to wander the streets... Earlier that day he watched a poor guy get drug into an alley way and get mugged by a group of thugs. Not once did Gabriel stop to help either party, he just watched it like a television show, finding temporary ammusement at the low calibur crime and the dark wishes from the thugs as well as the victim, wishing for one another to die or feel some form of pain for one another actions. He could feel himself getting stronger and his powers maturing as a demon while he witnessed the show.

Moving along after the thugs had grown tired of their prey that they had robbed and left unconcious in the alley, Gabriel had decided it was of no interest to remain with them and thus moved on to an office building were he watched from a top story window were a top CEO of the company and his secretary performed acts on each other that betrayed their own marriage vows to their respective spouses. They wouldnt expect to be spied upon by a demon of sin, carnal desires, and darkness, of course most humans didnt believe in spirits like himself so it was okay. Their wishes were incredible, wishing they could break their existing marriages up and to unite together under the prentenses of their own lust... two more tags accumulated to his body and sealed there. This would make a person with any sort of concience sad, but not Gabriel... no... this was how he grew in strength, of course it did leave him with a tainted perception of human behaviors.

It was on his way, away from the scene of cheating wives and husbands in an office (So cliche' but true.) that Gabriel found another crime to observe. A man selling illegal drugs in a shady corner of town. Of course while he didnt get tags for people commiting crimes it was the wishes of those who purchased his wares and his own desires which accumulated at least five or six more onto his form. The deal wished for money so that he could live the good life, ontop of the world as a big time player. Interesting wish, but nowere near as inventive and sinister as others that comprised the form of Gabriel Bloodcore. "This world... is damned." He said in a low whisper to himself as he watched more people fall into predition by purchasing the drugs of the dealer before moving on to a different part of town.

Today was becoming wrather productive when it came to gathering power and energy. Hell, Gabriel was loving it. There was so much darkness in this side of the city, that he hadnt realized it before. Of course now he learned never to judge a Sunny happy exterior for it's actual contents. Of course there were plenty of good things happening around him in this town, but it was nothing of anything he found significant to call important. While it would please him to no end for a child to drop his ice cream cone and cry for another one, there were bigger fish to fry. The energy coming from a warehouse on the other side of the West City was that of a local Yakuza gang meeting. Now this was certain to entertain the young demon as he listened to their desires to their boss, most of them silently craving power and acceptance of the gang, and willing to do anything to get that. It was like a buffet of "All You Can Eat Sin" right here infront of Gabriel. Of course the normal everyday upstanding citizen who trained at the Academy here in West City, close by might be shocked and apalled at the fact there was an underground crime syndicate cell in the area, but of course to anyone with a shred of common sense and logic might find that it isnt all that surprising at all.

Last but certainly not the least on his stop of rounds for the day in this particular part of town was to the Academy in West City. Martial Arts students from all around the world and of all races, codes and alignments trained here. Their desires were all unique, but still among the light hearted goodie goodie two-shoes there was still the dark desires to crush a person's rival or to avenge a fallen loved one that added a couple of additional tags to the body of the demon. Of course, the young Saiyan-Hybrid down there training with his sensei was a blinding source of light and good intentions to the Demon, a source that Gabriel made not to crush and darken one day if the two ever crossed paths or a series of wishes from numerous people for his death demanded some attention. For now, the boy was safe, and Gabriel floated onward to go sit high in the clouds to overlook the West City from above the area of the Academy.

As Gabriel sat in the clouds, he occasionally recieved a new tag to add to his body as the demon sat there and wished he could return home to Hell. It had been a while since he had last been to the Eastern Ring and partied with the other demons and vile souls that called it home. Of course he had also missed torturing the weaker citizens of Hell by reminding them that their worldly desires were unfulfillable in that realm and any resentment or desire to kill the person that had ended their life could never be satisfied and this was to be something felt for all eternity. Oh how he missed that conversations, and the reactions he got. More importantly were the girls, and oh how Gabriel had missed the teasing touch of a demon female's touch across his face, the only part of his body that never accumulated tags. It was soothing and enticing, of course to think about it now was agonizingly painful. A proper demon, such as himself, deserved to be among his people and to bask in the unholy glory of vile bloodfests, and drunken orgies... and.. Ferris Wheel rides, of all the strange things to long after.

Gabriel was a strange demon, even as far as demon standards went. It wasnt often that such a soul was produced in the foul cespool of Hell, and for one to grow stronger on the darkness latent in human hearts, just made him a perfect canidate to become an emissary of Hell on Earth... except for one thing. Gabriel didnt like Earth that much, he prefered to lounge about in Hell, still, he had duties to do and these dark wishes werent gonna come along by themselves more often than not, and if Gabriel wasnt moving beings of Earth and other places along down the path to darkness, then Hell would get pretty boring as nothing new would ever be introduced into the pit of... eternal pitdom. Of course, lazy demons didnt get paid, nor...erm..paid, so Gabriel always made sure, despite his reluctance to do his duties and continue his pressence among the Earthlings.

The sky was peaceful as he sat there, accumulating tags, and unlocking powers that had been sealed away until he reached the appropriate power levels to break those seals. It was part of his creation and nature of existence, as if he were to have too much power at once, there might be a chance he'd ignite in a giant conflaguration of Hellfire and burn out into ashes and then the East Ring would be out one Demon incarnation of Lust, Darkness, and Desire. That right there wouldnt be good for anyone. But it still made him let out a sigh and look to his wrist, were one of his papertags looked like a clock that was perpetually stuck at the ten-thirty AM position. "Still skin thirty and the day is young... hmmm... might serve to investigate stuff going on elsewere though." He grumbled to himself before standing up and stretching his lanky form. "Hmmm...eeeny meeny miny..moe... I wonder were I'm gonna go." He hummed to himself as he rocked back and forth on his clawed feet, while a single tag attached itself to his back. "Sin and trouble, come on lets go... eeny meeny miny...moe." And with that in mind he shot off using his power of flight for Satan City. Of course it was in ruins, but it didnt invalidate it as a place to train.

Junichiro readied his fists and took a spot on a punching bag on a far side of the training area. The Saiyan-Hybrid feeling it nessecery to push himself to the limit and see how fast and hard he could become.

The Saiyan in Junichiro came from a line, all originating back to the original Saiyans who began breeding with humans. His great ancestor having been Vegeta, made him a natural with the Galik Gun attack, having seemingly known it from genetic memory upon reaching puberty. It was this ability to learn quickly and adapt that made him a highly prized martial fighter.

Although, now, Junichiro's skills could be appreciated, it wasnt always like that. He remembered back from the days as an early child in the monastery, his antics sometimes drove the monks bananas. This of course had everything to do with the fact that his energy was nigh incontainable, and his spirit as well as spark of life "shown brighter than the morning sun amidst a dream of peace and tranquility." , to quote one of the monks who had helped raise the young Saiyan-hybrid fighter. The Xiaolin monks knew well that the young "Child of Enma", their monkey king deity, would be well suited for the martial arts, as his energy was something that normal kids didnt have.

Junichiro's training in the Xiaolin style of martial arts was intense from the start. He was shown little to no mercy as the monk who trained him, Master Lee Sin, a blind fellow made him do push-ups until he began to sweat blood, kicking the hybrid in the ribs should he fail to meet the standards and keep up with the push-ups. It was all about transcending the limits of his human side, and becoming an enlightend fighter. Other training tests involved climbing the fifty-foot Buddha statue in the center temple courtyard with his hands bound into fists by a special pair of leather gloves; or the time he was forced to try and outswim a hungry crocodile. It wasnt that his master, Lee, was a sadistic man. The monk just believed that if Junichiro were really one of the "Children of Enma" then he would be able to accomplish feats normal humans could not, and he was right about one thing... Junichiro's unique liniage allowed him to perform well above human standards for sure.

His learning soon moved past physical conditioning and limit pushing tests of skill to the actual study of one of the celestial animal stances. Lee Sin was a master of all of the Celestial Animal Stances of Xingyiquan, but only allowed to ever use one of them as he was a teacher... yet only the Tiger stance resonated and worked with his soul. Junichiro, however found that the Monkey Style of Xingyiquan was more his style as it involved faking out your target into a sense of false security before unleashing a powerful blow to bring them to their knees unexpectedly and in a very sudden manner. Some monks viewed the practioner of the Monkey Stance and style to be untrustworthy, as the technique and form was based around deception. Junichiro, however, was spared this stigma due to his heritage as what the monks believed to be a descendant of their monkey king god.

After relfecting on the past a little, while he trained, Junichiro kept in mind the five basic principles of the Xingyiquan style he had been taught, despite his unique stance and choice of fighting. Every animal stance was still based around the five core concepts of Chopping, Exploding, Crushing, Drilling, and Crossing manuevers and techniques. It was the fact that they were all linked together by the core concepts of the Xingyiquan that made them all part of the same style, yet with different methods of employing it. Junichiro would demonstrate this by throwing a fake punch to the face of his dummy, before flickering quickly, using after image, to then strike it in the spot, right between the shoulder blades with an explosive pull force punch. He was still young in terms of fighting capabilities, so while it might have been impressive to others... to his old master, Lee Sin, it would have only caused the monk to chastise him for not splitting the dummy in half or at least breaking the spinal cord and causing permanent paralysis.

Junichiro then moved into practicing his chop attacks. These were geared at smashing nerves, disorienting foes, and breaking precise bones so as to limit the ammount of trauma caused, while still disabling and killing the enemy. if killing is nessecery. The young Saiyan-Hybrid made chop attacks on the dummy at the neck, then at an angle to the collar bone before then doing a three-hundred and sixty degree spin to slam a chop to it's left rib cage. It was quite a display but, not something his particular style of the Xialolin combat style was based around. Juni was more about deception and surprise.

It was good to get a basic grasp on the arts of hand to hand combat, but he wondered if he could mix in some energy attacks with it as well to possibly give himself an edge. So as he chopped, punched, kicked, and feigned, he suddenly pulled an after image skill, and stood in the air above his target before pulling a wave of energy into his hands and firing down at it. "Hraaaaah!! GALIK GUN!!!" He roared with the great effort it took to fire it. The purple beam screamed down at the training dummy. It was an impressive move and probably his signature move for now as the energy coellesed and converged on his stalwart sparring partner. There was a sickening explosion and a blast of smoke which rose from a crater, leaving no trace of the dummy left. It was gone from existence, dissapeared like a David Copperfield act, erased like a school teacher's chalkboard at recess time... to put it plainly, if that were a person, they'd be staring straight at their maker and his mahogany desk, which from what is known, isnt that plain at all.

After he had finished cleaning up his mess, Junichiro then took off to the showers were he scrubbed and cleaned his body of the weakness, condensed in the form of sweat, to make room for the new power and strength he had achieved. There were few who could take pride in mastering of the Academy's arts, and Junichiro was one of those few. It took a lot of dedication and hard work, but in the end, the young Saiyan-hybrid felt stronger than ever and well better off than ever before.

After having left the showers, and changed into clean clothes, Junichiro went to his dorm room and began to pack up his meagar belongings. He didnt have much to pack, but he treasured everything he did own. They were all gifts from life, and when life gives you a gift, you treasure it. That was something he was taught among other things with the monks who raised him. With his things packed into a back-pack and his training completed, it was time for Junichiro Kagemaru to leave and go make a name for himself as a hero of justice among the people.

Dart Goldmoon walked into the West Academy like a total hot shot, but then again, that's because he was. The Nuova Shenron dragon of the Four Star dragonball was here looking for his sister, the Six Star shenron, Leviathan. Dart didnt care much for the other races around him there training and growing stronger as their existence was insignificant to a dragon such as he. Dragons were the superior race in his eyes, and as such clearly didnt need to answer to the likes of sickening low lifes, they only did so because of the dragonballs and even then look were that got them? In a deep ton of s**t that's were.

The dragons had always been the guardians of the Dragonballs ever since the negative energy overode them ages past and unleashed the original Dark Dragons. Now, Dart stood as a reincarnation of the original Nuova Shenron to protect the Four Star from falling into non-Dragon hands. The other races were just too irresponsible to wield the power of the balls, and now it was the time of dragons to control that power of the original Shenron.

As Dart walked through the academy, his red dragonscale armor made clinking sounds from the chains that held it together at the joints. His longsword was at his side in it's scabbard, and his piercing eyes looked around the surroundings for his sibling. "Hnnn... She always has a habit of being a pain to find.." He grumbled to himself as he searched about. He figured it might be more simple to just blow everything up and see who was left standing. It would eliminate all the useless riff raff and leave only a few, making it easier to find his sister, but the attention at this point and time was not needed or desired.

Dart Goldmoon
Nuova Shenron - Dragon

The pink haired teen girl could only let out a playful giggle as her twin sister asked her not to be one of those jealous types. ”Oh please…why would I be jealous? You can go out and flash that sexy body to every pervert out there…but I know you will be coming home to me.” Mint says before sticking out her tongue, and turning to return the coffee pot to its heating pad. The girl then returns to her seat and takes her fork to break her remaining egg open. As Cinnabun sarcastically suggests going on a picnic, the twin in green looks up all excited, Seriously? We can go out for a picnic? I will make sandwiches!” After the excited exclamation, Mint calmly cuts some of the egg white and eats it. She knew her sister was teasing, due to the miserable weather outside. It was then that the girls would see a flash of lightning followed by a loud crash of thunder which shook the windows. ”I would suggest a bath…but in this weather…” She shakes her head as she silently dipped part of her toast into the egg yolk.



A small dragon girl was standing near the sparring dolls as she over heard the training chant of the weird looking, and named, Changling that wasn’t that far from where she trained. Levi looked up for her assault on the dummy, with her crimson red eyes locked onto Prince Frostbite, as she smirked, Don’t forget those dirty Namekian slugs…” It was all she would say before returning to beat on the dummy with a mix of punches, kicks, and tail whips. She wasn’t using her Ki…likely to try and hide her presence from one that would seek to make enemies of the might Shadow Dragons, or as she loving dubbed, the Neo-Dragons. After all, she along with her brothers and sisters were all the second generation of the original Dragons created by the dark wishes of mankind. The small girl had no love for the other race, it was even a shocker she spoke to the clearly non-Dragon android. Yet, the girl was being civil rather than leveling the whole academy with the razor sharp winds she could control. That was the reason for being here…to strengthen herself and to not let her other kin down. She was currently the weakest link in the Draconic Alliance, and no alliance was stronger than the weakest link. With this though in mind, the young dragoness began to form around her arms, legs, and tail causing her strikes to shred into the training dummy.

She is further distracted at the sound of armor clanking around in the academy as well as a familiar Ki signature. Leviathan turns her head enough to catch her brother, Nuova, making his way through the open gym like area. Did he not see her yet? Perfect! The young Oceanus smirks and launches a wave of icicles straight for him! This is followed by the dragon, and a powerful tackle, ”Brother Nuova!” While Dart was distracted by the in coming icicles, Leviathan took the advantage and pounced onto her brother’s back.