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Grave powers his way across the distant plains and finally comes across a very large crater in the ground. Near the crater he sees someone that was beaten up and battered.
In fact the last time he saw this man, he left grave for dead. Standing in the middle of a forest, bleeding all over the ground.

"Hahaha, so say,guess whose back from the dead?...Zyke?
You know, I guess you always were the odd ball of the saiyans, or did they just abandon you...you know, like you abandoned me."

Grave hears his old master's tone and feels a bad ordinance but carries on with his goals.

"Zyke why old Zyke..."

Grave's voice turns back to his final's for a few split seconds.

"....come on now you can't remember your old student...you know the one that you left for dead all those years ago?"

Grave's voice turns back into that of the puppet master's.

"Now Zyke...I'm really in no shape to resolve this right now but I was looking to find you for a specific end."

Grave keeps and unsmiling face and stares into Zyke's back almost as if drilling wholes into his back. Deep down the "real" grave was writhing and laughing, almost clawing at a chance to come out and see Zyke again and exact his old rivalry but the other two forms would have none of it.
So then he waits and stares hard and long at Zyke.

Grave takes a step back as he lands finally on the ground. He has always much perfered his playful bantor, and he was shot down just like in the past, like zyke always would.

"Listen...Hellfire...I need your help training I need to become powerful. Please I'm actually begging you...you of all people for one last chance to grow powerful together, I don't know what happened in the past that made you want to leave me for dead, but I honestly need your help once again. Now Zyke the Hellfire....please help me. This is the only time you'll ever hear me say those words to you of all people."

Grave stares deep into Zyke's eyes and peers right into his soul. Always looking for that one shred of weakness from his old master and forgotten "friend".
He only hoped, he'd even pray to his father and sister that this worked.

Grave starts running to catch up with Zyke and laughs to himself not being able to contain the irony of the situation that he had put himself in. His hands twitch with the anticipation of getting his a** beat. As for once he in fact looked forward to it because he knew that he would, in the long run, become more powerful than Zyke could imagine, but this power was now hidden deep down inside of Grave.
And grave was determined to not let Zyke find out about his true identity until at the very end of this whole endeavor. Grave was determined to become more powerful than his father and reclaim his rightful place as Zyke's rival, even if it killed him. Their was nothing in the universe that would stop him. He had all the power he could ever want at his finger tips now all he had to do was just trust Zyke for a final time to help get him there.

Grave softly raises his hands up and lets the sleeves of the robe slide off his arm revealing many red dots built out of ki all up and down arm. He smiles at Zyke.
"Now watch and see the power of what I am."

Two of the dots fire out of his arm as they seem to be connected by long threads of ki. They reach out and almost strike zyke on the sides but as they draw near they fire three ki blasts right into his waist.

"Hmhmhm do you like my psycho thread zyke? Its my own little invention from my crazy little mind."
Grave stands there waiting for the cloud of smoke to settle caused by his primal ki affinity. Also because of his ki being primal it almost took on a mind of its own every now and then and this time was no different. His ki wanted to keep firing out of its own tendrils.
But grave was stronger this time and retracted the threads of his ki back into his body and on top of the pores that created this special ki.

It had been three endless months of training in the center of the planet, and Arin had a new understanding of pain, of power, and of strength. She was sent on her way, her master stating that her chance to leave was nearing its end, and that she must pursue Nerrellous, who had fled the planet. It was of utmost importance that she destroy him. For the sake of not only M13, but for the galaxy, and for everything she held dear, which was now a very limited circle of things. She had been informed that her team was alive, and that they had been located. She navigated the tunnels until she was less than a mile from their location.

Arin rose slowly out of the water and paced her way across the surface, until she touched the grass. She had forgotten what the surface felt like. Grass, air... For the first time in months, she could breathe. She could see. She slowly paced toward ALICE, savoring the time it took to get there. She would slowly appear as a blip on the horizon as she approached the mostly-repaired vessel.

((training weights; original, pre-trained 50 pound weights

1d20 + 42 (1d20+ STR MOD - 50/10]

DC: 10 + [50/10]
15

[10/2] 1/5 successes))

Arin chuckled softly. It was a tired, evil-sounding thing... She hadn't laughed in too long... Somehow she'd forgotten the musical, bell-like expression of joy she'd once been comfortable with. Now she couldn't remember what happiness really was... At least she had recovered most of her senses and her sanity. After a while, she'd just been changed... But she was no longer what she was before that night... Not that she could recall all of it. But she knew one thing, now; Aki was dead. There was no changing it anymore. And Arin would pursue their dream no matter the cost. Not because she still loved her... But because she had been sidetracked from her goals, and she had to make up for lost time.