✧Crashing, shattering, yelling, those are the sounds that echoed through out this wasteland. Animals who were close to this noise or near the maker of it fled to avoid the possibility of destruction. The destructor in question had been smashing rock after rock after rock, using them all as training dummies as he had no one to spar with, not that he thought anyone on this planet could truly match his strength. He was after all a Saiyan, and according to that b*****d Eom he was not to be trifled with. As he continued to obliterate stone and debris that flew from it with his fists, he could not help but wonder if there were other Saiyans in the universe. He had seen many different races during his time a Bounty Hunter, but not once did he find another Saiyan. It had made things boring in all honesty. He wished to find someone or something he could match his strength with just once on this planet. If he could call Shivera to scratch this itch he would but seeing as he was a wanted criminal that would only cause trouble. Lightly growling, Pars had punched into a large rock formation, causing a large crack to form around it.
Looking up at the rock formation, Pars had grinned before giving it multiple punches until it finally shattered, causing debris to fall towards the young Saiyan. Holding out both of his hands out, Pars charged ki into his palms before firing flurries of large, bright Ki Blasts at the various debris, taking out about half before flying up and smashing the rest with his hands and feet. He had enjoyed the feeling of destruction and improving himself, perhaps it was from his Saiyan blood or it was something he inherited from whoever his parents were. Whichever it was he didn't care so long as he was able to fight until his dying breath he would be contempt. Silently laughing Pars would amp up his combat speed, moving and hitting faster than original. He would strike the earth and rock formations hard enough for debris to fly so that he had something to strike. Apart of him knew that all this training would come to no use to the Earthlings seeing how weak a majority of them were, but there could always be exceptions. He remembered there was this one Bounty who was living a peaceful life on this planet full of weaklings, it happened to be his home planet and he was working to redeem his sins by servicing his people, whatever that meant.
✧As his thoughts on the matter ceased, the young Saiyan had started to stretch for a bit, ensuring his muscles were nice and warmed up. Then he had stripped down to his boxers and smirked before diving into the nearby water and began to swim at fast speeds in large lengths. As he continued to swim, he would soon spot fish within the water and dived down. He had no real sparring partners to think of right now so the inhabitants within the water would have to do. He wasn't going to seriously hurt them but what was he going to do? Punch the water? If he had some dumbbells then maybe he'd do that. But for now he was going to pound some tuna! Practically flying through the water, Pars had smirked as he began to kick and punch various fish out of the water and onto land. Normally he'd simply smack them, but he needed something for dinner tonight.
One particular fish was feeling rather brave today, perhaps overconfident thanks to its size. It was at least twice the size of Pars' body and the others were at least as big as his head or forearm. "How commendable for a fish..I'll reward you!" He said with glee before kneeing the large fish in the gut before giving the side of its head a right straight and then ended it with a good uppercut that sent it flying out of the water and onto land. Seeing no more fish nearby, Pars zoomed out of the water and towards the air, zipping through it in an attempt to improve his speed. While Pars wish he could, he didn't really have a good way to train his defense as he had no sparring partner. While he could throw some rocks and let them fall down on him, he did not fully feel as though that would work out for him. Granted he could try it, and he might as well. After flying through the air with sudden turns and at high speed, he would stop flying and allowed himself to fall to the ground.
✧The Saiyan had landed on the ground hard, causing cracks in the ground. Sadly that wasn't exactly satisfying for him, it was no punch and if it didn't work for him now he'd never do it again. Sighing, he'd put his clothes back on and grabbed thirteen rocks. They weren't incredibly heavy, but they were worth something for the Saiyan. Punching a fist sized hole through each of them, Pars would put three on each of his arms and legs and then wrapped his tail through the hole of the thirteenth. He truly preferred something something heavier and a higher gravity, but he knew not where to go for such a thing. The long haired Saiyan then began to throw many punches, kicks, and tail strikes as fast he could.
Pars had begun to fly forward as he continue to kick, punch, and tail strike. Creating wild combos that would hurt even moreso than normal if one were to be hit by his hits. As he flew faster and faster, he started to intentionally strike more rock formations while these rocks somewhat weighed him down. As his hits smashed harder into more rock formations, the rocks he was using as weights began to crack. Eventually the rocks around his right forearm had shattered and because of that Pars had stopped attacking with his right fist. Shouting battle cries as he uppercutted, axed kicked, jabbed, and other attacks, Pars began to feel the need for a short rest, but he wouldn't stop for one until a bit more training was done.
✧As more and more of his rock weights began to crack, growing weaker by the second as he hit harder and faster with each passing moment. Each rock weight started breaking one after another, falling off of him until there was none left. Disappointed with how delicate the rocks were, Pars had made another set and put them on his arms, legs, and tail. He was intent on improving his speed for a bit and thus walked back into the water until it was up to his neck. His limbs and tail already feeling heavier thanks to the water. Pars kept up his heavy attacks, gradually picking up the speed as he began to focus on something. While he did not have a anyone to train with, that didn't mean he couldn't visualize fighting someone. His attacks, while slow thanks to the water, started to grow more intense as he started to become excited about who he was mentally fighting.
While to an outsider and someone who did not dabble in martial arts, it would simply look as though Pars was punching and kicking at nothing. But he was indeed fighting someone and while he wasn't here, Pars saw him as such. That man was Shivera, the Frost Demon he saw as his one and only Father. Pars had trained with him so much that remembering the way he fought was as easy as breathing. Soon he had start to fly forward while continuing to punch, kick, and tail swing at the non-existent Shivera. Each blow Pars threw, the imaginary Shivera had matched it easily and of course he was much faster than Pars thanks to the weights. Pars and the his mental sparring partner had started to fly against the water's surface, having a fierce Strike Clash as they did so. Sadly Pars could feel the need for a break was clawing at him and would stop before flying away from the water and sat on the shore, waiting for this break to end.
✧The young adult Saiyan had sat on the shore, looking out to the ocean as he rested. The young Saiyan had wondered what that Frost Demon was up to at this time, knowing him he was likely hunting down some poor sap with a high bounty. How Pars wished he could join him on those hunts, even if it was just one more time it would mean a lot to him. Yet Shivera would probably just throw him in another Pod thing and send off back to Earth, Pars wouldn’t be surprised if he was working his crew and Eom ragged just to keep them from Earth. Sighing lightly, the long haired Saiyan had started to feel incredibly bored; that was something he detested with resting, there was nothing really for him to do. He tried to relax, to not suddenly stand up and start attacking the air, his desire to get right back into training was indeed a difficult thing to suppress as he knew over training would do more harm than good. If Shivera were here he’d probably be poking fun at Pars for having to take a break so soon into training or that he required any training at all. His race were full of people of raw talent, a majority of them never trained in their lives supposedly and Shivera was among them. It slightly pissed off the Saiyan, but at the same time he was jealous of his Foster Father and the power he held. If Pars were to be apart of that race he would do his damndest to train despite such natural talent.
As he sat there fantasizing about doing battle with a Shivera who recently trained, something had approached Pars from behind. This thing happened to be a Dinosaur, an extremely hungry one that believed it had finally found some food. Unfortunately Pars wasn’t regular prey and just as it had chomped its jaws down on him, Pars had grabbed its upper jaw while pressing its lower one against the ground with his foot. “Oi tell me, have you ever trained in your life before? If you haven’t do you think you could become powerful if you trained at this very moment?” As Pars spoke, the only response he got from the beast was grunts, ones that were obviously of the terrified sort. “Probably not huh?” The dinosaur had gotten a ki blast shot through its head as Pars ended his words with a sigh. The Dinosaur now dead, Pars had jumped and sat on its side, using it as a seat while continuing to watch the ocean. For a brief moment Pars had some hope the beast would be powerful, that it was a outlier of among the beings of this planet. But how could it? It was obvious that it lacked any form of intelligence, it was just some beast looking for food.
✧Sitting on top the dinosaur had reminded the young adult Saiyan of a certain bounty he, Shivera, and the rest of their crew had gone on. The Bounty was hiding out on a small planet that wasn't even considered civilized, all it had were giant beasts and bug-like aliens wearing loincloths and totting around sharpened rocks on sticks. Their Target likely figured hiding out on a primitive planet would make it difficult for any authorities to find him. Unfortunately for him, Shivera was very persistent and thorough in his hunts, not even asteroids were safe from his searches. There were many species within space, a lot could breathe in space such as Shivera's own race. It took a week before they finally found the planet he was hiding out on and Pars along with Shivera had left a trail of destruction just to find him and find him they did, in a cave no less. When they did however, they would find that he was a lot tougher than originally thought. A single punch from him had sent Pars flying out of the cave through a wall and into a nearby forest. Shivera didn't take kind to this and the two had fought wildly, so much so that it had destroyed the cave and the area around it. Meanwhile Pars was left to dealt with the apex predator this planet, a massive tyrannosaurs-like creature. At the time, Pars was not as strong as he'd like to admit but he fought the beast anyways so that Shivera wouldn't have to deal with it. The battles for both men were tough, but they would of course win, otherwise Pars wouldn't be here today. Afterwords they would turn in the man they captured, gain a large sum of money, and then eat the beast Pars had killed during a feast.
Pars wished he could go back to those days, the days where he didn't have to hide or hold back so much. Back out there, far away from this planet, he could fight as much as he wanted to against beings that were actually able to take on his strength. But here, he had to hold back as he hasn't even found a single person that could match his power. He was disappointed that what he was sitting on didn't have nearly the same strength as that Apex Predator. Letting out a sigh, Pars was slowly starting to lose hope in finding someone that could get him to go all out. Even if it was for a brief moment Pars would in fact be satisfied. He wouldn't care who it would be, it could be a child as much as he hates fighting children, it would at least give him a rush. He then began to wonder if there were any other Saiyans out there, he never met another before in his life, all he knew of his race was from the stories Eom told. Apparently his race was a dangerous bunch, one that sold planets to Space Emperors, could turn into giant monkeys, and there was some legend going around that they could become something stronger than a Giant Monkey. He wasn't exactly sure if such a legend was real, he doubted it, but if it were he would like to become that strong someday. The Young Saiyan started to tap his feet on the Dinosaur's corpse, as if out boredom which was understandable.
✧He began to wonder what others Saiyans were like, were they all like him? Addicted to battle, naturally violent, unsociable, if they were all like that then getting along with them would be a fun thing to try, if there was any of them left. If he ever did manage to find one, if they knew anything of their culture, then Pars would definitely have many questions for them. Perhaps they would know who his parents were and while he never really cared to meet them, he of course was curious about who they were. Unfortunately for him, his Parents probably wouldn't cared much for meeting him if not at all. They enjoyed killing and fighting to a great degree, even for Saiyan standards. If they were on Earth it would be likely that they would tear this world apart simply out of amusement and in all honesty Pars would not allow them to do such a thing. While he didn't exactly like not having a challenge on this planet, he wouldn't allow harm to come to the people of this planet. A vast majority of them couldn't defend themselves against people like Pars, it was impossible. So to attack people like that, knowing they can't do anything against such terrifying forces, would earn Pars' wrath against the attacker. Besides, someone with the potential to become a fun sparring partner might die in such a event and Pars couldn't allow that.
Before long, the Saiyan had torn out a large chunk of the dinosaur and used a relatively small ki blast to cook it and once it was he would take a bite out of it. As he ate this piece of meat, he would grow curious to how well Shivera would be living on this planet. He would definitely have to wear clothes the Earthlings used, which would in all honestly look rather ridiculous on someone like him. Even among the various types of people on this planet Shivera would most certainly stand out among the populace. Aside from that he'd probably fit well with the rougher crowd of this world's society. The Frost Demon was a complete fiend whenever they happened to be in a red light district, always drinking, fighting, and doing other things until the morning sun rose. Pars often didn't see him until the evening whenever the crew got some time to slack off on a Planet. The young Saiyan thought he deserved it, he was a great man who worked hard for his comrades. During one Bounty hunt, he had taken a blast for one of his underlings and was bed ridden for a week, when Pars asked him if he would do it again, Shivera gave a confident and proud "Yes." While Pars would never say it to his face, Shivera was indeed his role model.
✧The Saiyan had soon become curious about something, it was something that perhaps most Saiyans would never consider. What would his life be if he wasn’t so crazy about combat and growing stronger? Both were things that he greatly enjoyed so he naturally never regretted neither of these primal desires. The only reason why he was questioning it now was because of how deep in thought he wa sin right now. Normally he just thought about fighting strong people and enjoying the crap out of it, but now, he was curious. If he wasn’t a fighter, he likely wouldn’t have a job as a bodyguard on this planet, he wasn’t smart either so perhaps he’d be something like a...What was it? A Host? He wasn’t sure if his looks matched up with these guys called Hosts, but all he had to do was talk to girls and get them to buy drinks right? Such a job would be easy he’d think, but some women might be too annoying. Working at a restaurant wouldn’t be so bad, he absolutely loved food and ate his fill whenever he could. Only problem being holding back, if he did indeed work in a restaurant then there was a chance he might end up eating the entire stock if he ever got hungry while there. Such a thing would likely get him fired and he wouldn’t blame them...A construction job might do well, he didn’t exactly need to be smart and he was pretty strong to boot, he could probably lift a lot more than a lot of people on this Planet. Not to mention falling was no problem at all if he was working on a tall building, he could simply fly up there.
Whatever job he took on in a peaceful life, one without him fighting, Pars knew that it wouldn’t be worth living. The thrill of fighting and the strive to break through his limits was just too strong for him. Shivera would likely make fun of him for thinking such things, he knew very well that such a life was impossible for Pars no matter how badly he wanted it and frankly the Saiyan agreed. Ever since he threw his first punch, fighting had just been too fun and exciting for him, the rush the adrenaline gave him, the warmth his body would accumulate, the sweat that drenched him, the hard breaths he would take, and even the blood that stained him, he loved all of those. Depending on the person and the reason, may God have mercy on whoever wished to deprive him of combat and the ability to grow stronger. As he sat there, he would soon notice something glimmering in the shallow water close to where he was sitting. Curious, the young Saiyan chose to investigate it, the water only going up to his shins as he bent over to grab the object. What was in his hand was a orange sphere with seven red stars on it; the thing certainly had beauty to it which kept showing as Pars examined it. Believing this to be a rare find, Pars had thrown it into his pocket, perhaps he could use it as a desk piece to show customers that he was a big deal and raked in lots of money!
From the frigid cold to the hot wastes. He drifted down to the ground, he was going to do some training. Though first he needed to regain the Ki he had used. Crossing his arms, he closed his eyes. His whole body glowed green as he focused his Ki and caused it to absorb the latent energy around himself and restore itself.
✧Pars grew more curious over the strange seven starred orb; the Saiyan had never seen such fine craftsmanship, it was truly beautiful and a high price for it was highly probable. The Young Saiyan could think of a few former clients that would likely pay for this orb to add to their collection or to have in their home as a conversation piece. Having a large sum of zenny would definitely be worth having seeing how his living condition wasn't exactly the greatest. But the beauty of this ball was nothing he had ever seen before, so much so that perhaps selling it could be a mistake. Unsure what to do with it, Pars would simply keep it on his person until he knew what to do with it. After stepping out the water, the young man would pick up his boots and throw his jacket over his shoulders before rising upwards into the air and flying off.
It had been a while since Pars had a client at his office and he had bills to pay. There were a few things he could think of why that was, one of them being his less than protective attitude seeing as he gunned straight to whoever was the problem rather than protect the client from it. This method of doing his work no doubt made people think he was just a hitman posing as a bodyguard, in fact he heard that rumor from his last client. Sighing a bit to himself, Pars was starting to think that maybe he should start being more of a normal bodyguard just to get more clients.
Just as Shiver finished he sigh, his tail swayed up and down. Placing his arms behind his back something piqued his interest. A strong power, a small distance away. Levitating into the air he headed towards the source.
Android 11 would arrive to the coordinates she had received. Unfortunately, they were damaged, and she only had a ballpark area to work with. She would have to do some detective work to find the new lab herself. As such, she began walking around. It wasn't long before a ping popped up in her head. "Functionality restored. Overdrive Engine: 3rd Gear now accessable." Without wasting time, 11 activated 3rd Gear to test it.
[OE: 3rd Gear Mastery 1/4]
『"I must fulfill my mission, whatever the cost."』
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 4:02 pm
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🛠 When Android #11 arrived, she would find a whole lot of nothing special to look at. Of course, a secret lab wouldn't stand out since it was suppose to be hidden. In fact, no one would be able to find it through normal mean, such as sonar or even searching for large quantities of electricity. Someone could; however, dig around until they found it or detonated the ground as most super powered martial artists were capable of nowadays. But in the young woman's situation, she didn't need to do any of that. In the case she got lost, the lab would emit a special frequency unique to Androids. It was like a beacon, calling her home.
11 would wander the wasteland for only a short time before she picked up on a hidden frequency. It was incredibly low, almost nonexistent, but it was there. The frequency was designed as such so that scanner equipment couldn't pick up on it, unless it was specifically designed to. Such as the nature of 11's scanners. To any other scanner, it would've just appeared as natural electromagnetic frequencies bouncing around the wasteland, but to 11, it was a beacon leading her to a large depression in the ground, one that looked a little too naturally made.
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