Pride of the Demon Realm! Meditation Training![x40 AL Solo]

[ Using Gravity Chamber aboard TDK Ship to flavor Meditation Chamber ]
[ x40 Gravity ]
Kizuki’s outing with Alaistair had done a number on him. Not physically, as that sparring session was less than thrilling for Kizuki. The Devil proved to not be much of a challenge considering the gap in strength when Kizuki was fully powered to his Super Saiyajin state. He even had been able to recuperate from battling against the harsh environment that Mount Ketsueki had offered. It was Alaistair’s “gift” that gave the Saiyajin some much needed time to settle down. What Alaistair had done to his mind had left him in a whirlwind of emotions for several days, the rush of memories that invaded in mind from the million year old Demon to the traumatizing days of his own life leaving his mind was truly taxing. After several days of remaining alone, meditating within the more forested areas of Hell, he would emerge out into the open His mind, for the most part, was clear and Kizuki would decide it was time to further his training. After all, his main goal at the moment was to completely conquer the Super Saiyajin transformation. The increase in power was incredible, but the adrenaline and emotional rush received from it could cloud the mind too much. One needed to be more level headed when dealing with something of that nature. In fact, most of his meditation had consisted of being in the Super Saiyajin state, getting his body used to the rush of power and side effects that came with it. He had taken a whole day to rest, not transformed, meditating or physically training before head out into the more populated areas of Hell. Perhaps he would find Alaistair by the Blood Pond as he had told Kizuki that’s where he would be. The Saiyajin would decide to make his way towards that area, faintly feeling the Devil’s ki in the distance.

Instead of flying, the Saiyajin would walk, taking in the sights and sounds of Hell as he never had before. Not like it was much of a place of beauty, but Kizuki did find it odd that such a place could resemble the living world so much, having never really noticed such things before. Mountains, ponds, though they were filled with blood, even some form of storms were all things he had witnessed here. Kizuki’s previous thoughts on the afterlife were just inky blackness and nothingness. This was completely different. The Saiyajin was still garbed in the ratty, destroyed dogi that he wore during his time with Alaistair nearly a week ago. Hell was fairly difficult when it came to wardrobe changes, so this was all he could really do to stay clothed. The grey dogi had several holes in the pants and top, frayed and ripped in various places. At least that orange obi was in one piece, tied tightly around his waist to keep the outfit together. His body had mostly recovered since then, too. The Saiyajin body capable of repairing itself fairly well naturally, though it seemed being the Afterlife sped the process up just a bit more. Dark blue boots continued to carry the Saiyajin onward, not taking a particular interest in anything until a rather loud creature’s clamoring had stuck in his ears. Charcoal eyes looked off in the direction of the commotion, where a small creature stood in front of a large, tent like structure. He could make out the sign over the entrance of the structure, the words spelling out, “MEDITATION CHAMBERS INSIDE! YOUR FIRST TIME IS FREE!” It was something that Kizuki wasn’t particularly interested in, but having his brain scrambled by Alaistair’s technique caused him to lose a bit of focus, in reality. Perhaps some deeper form of meditation would be in the works for him, something to help him completely clear his mind altogether. Without giving it much more thought, he’d find himself heading off in the direction of the small creature and its business venture.

As Kizuki got closer, he could see the creature was a bit… odd in its form. As a whole, it seemed quite featureless, to say the least. A very blank looking face with barely any semblance of proper facial structure aside from beady, little black eyes and a mouth that was more of a line than a set of lips. He wasn’t even sure if the little thing had a nose or not. Black hair was fashioned in a widow’s peak of sorts, slicked back save for a messy point of hair sticking up at the very middle of its head, it also had a set of small, yet pointy ears. The being didn’t have any sort of body features, either. It was lanky in the arms and legs and round in the body, shaped like an egg with very light, green skin. Its attire was also very lacking, with just a pair of underwear, it seemed, a cape, and a backpack with a pair of rubber boots. As Kizuki approached, he’d stop in front of it, looking down as the creature looked up and blinked its beady eyes, thin mouth parting to reveal a set of fangs within its mouth, offering a smile and an excited squeal at the sight of the Saiyajin. It barely came up to Kizuki’s shins in height, the Saiyajin standing at around six feet, three inches tall himself.
“WEEEEEEEEE!!! FINALLY! A CUSTOMER! OH, OH, OH! THIS IS THE BEST DAY TO EVER HAPPEN, TRULY, YES, IT IS!” Its voice was scratchy and irritating for sure. What a salesman this one was. Kizuki casually rolled his eyes at the over enthusiastic being, muscular arms coming up to cross over his broad chest. Before Kizuki could inquire about anything, the little creature would go screech on. “WEEEEEEEEEEE! THIS IS YOUR LUCKY DAY, TOO! TRULY, YES, IT IS! YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE STUMBLED ACROSS ONE OF THE GREATEST ATTRACTIONS OF HELL! TRULY, YES, YOU HAVE!” The little creature would do a bit of a twirl, nearly toppling over in the process before steading itself, pointing in an enthusiastic way towards the entrance of the tent. “MY GOOD MAN, THIS IS THE MEDITATION ROOM AND WE HAVE SUCH A WIDE ASSORTMENT OF MEDITATION CHAMBERS AVAILABLE! TURLY, YES, WE DO!” Turning away from the tent, he’d gesture to himself, pointing towards his own person with another fang-filled smile. “My name’s Kyuke! And I’m ten thousand years old!” Kizuki was glad that this thing decided to stop screeching at loud decibels, for the moment at least. He would just continue to stand there, staring down at him with a look of disdain plastered on his face, as apparent as always. Though his age was incredible, the being seemed quite childish in nature. Perhaps these demon-types tended to not age mentally as much as the more mortal beings of the universe. Kyuke’s big grin would fade some, his little eyes blinking a few times. It appeared Kizuki’s expression threw him off a bit, or perhaps in the very least he expected the Saiyajin to introduce himself back. He’d stammer out a question at that. “Wh-What’s… your name?” Kizuki was moments away from leaving this little freak and his tent behind him, but decided against it. Without giving Kyuke much to work with, he’d blurt out, “Kizuki.” Very abruptly and to the point. Kyuke’s smile would return then, nodding his little, round head enthusiastically. “OKAY! OKAY! WHY DON’T YOU FOLLOW ME INSIDE AND I’LL EXPLAIN JUST HOW EVERYTHING WORKS! YOU’LL BE AMAZED! TRULY, YES YOU WILL!” The little being would begin to elevate off the ground, floating a few inches above it and towards the entrance of the tent. Kizuki gave a bit of a scoff at the sight, shaking his head in dismay before following behind on foot.

Once inside, the tent seemed to appear bigger than it really was, at least from the outside. The wide expanse of the area looked more like a very large lab than the inside of a tent. Metallic tiled floors, with brightly lit walls surrounded him, various large chambers, looking similar to the standard medical chamber but without the window in the front, were spread out across the room. Kyuke was excitedly explaining random facts, things that Kizuki found himself not interested in at all, not as much as the room itself, at the moment. Kizuki had concluded that this was some trick. He had come across another Demon who was capable of shifting time and space around easily, even in Kizuki’s mind. The Saiyajin would stop walking, leaving the little creature to continue floating forward on his own until Kizuki shouted out to him. “Oi.” Kizuki’s voice boomed within the room, echoing throughout the walls. “If this is some Demon’s trick, I will erase your very existence right here and now.” Kyuke would flinch, halting his floating to a skidding stop as he heard Kizuki’s thread. He’d turn to face the Saiyajin, a look of fear on his face as he brought his hands up, shaking them as well as his head, as if to say Kizuki had nothing to worry about just with his motions. His entire face covered in nervous drops of sweat. “N-No! No trick, I swear! I’m just an honest businessman! T-Truly, yes, I am!” He’d follow with a nervous laugh, apparently this one didn’t do well with threats, gulping quite loudly in a break from his nervous fit before continuing. Kizuki would just continue to glare at the creature, before uncrossing his arms and letting his right hand motion to one of those chambers, the one closest to them, pointing his finger at it. “Explain how this works. Now.”

Kyuke would offer up another loud gulp, before nodding emphatically at Kizuki’s demand. “Y-Y-Yes, of course, Kizuki! Of course!” Slowly, he’d putter over to where Kizuki was, to the closest meditation chamber to him. He’d regain his composure, throwing a thumb towards the chamber in a point, a proud grin on his face. “This baby right here will help you raise your ki to incredible levels in no time. Truly! Yes, it will!” The Saiyajin would tilt his head a bit, in question to what the little brat had said. Though, that wasn’t really the explanation he was looking for and Kyuke was probably well aware. Coughing loudly into his tiny, balled up fist he’d continue. “Y’see, Kizuki, this is a VERY popular method of training in the Demon World.” He’d raise his pointer finger up in the air as he explained; attempting to give the appearance that he knew exactly what he was talking about. In reality, he did. Kyuke was actually quite knowledgeable about how these meditation chambers worked. “If you are capable of completely focusing all of your energy while also focusing your mind, the power you will gain at the end of your meditation is guaranteed to be astronomical! It’s been proven time and time again. Truly, yes it has!” The little Demon would reveal a fanged grin once more, clapping his hands together excitedly. “The chamber itself is capable of making any person so much stronger! It’s the crown jewel of the Demon World as far as training goes!” Kyuke would lean in a bit after that, as if telling Kizuki a secret only he should know. “Although, only those who are truly capable of controlling their mind and body last long enough for the training to be of any good to them. If you are inexperienced in such things, I would suggest not spending long periods of time within there.” Kizuki would raise a single brow, not offended as much as he was surprised the little imbecile would insinuate that he was no capable of tolerating the chamber. Kyuke would hold up has hands, as if stopping the mighty Saiyajin from doing anything harsh, his little, button eyes going as wide as they could. “Th-That’s not to say I mean you, Kizuki! You are obviously quite capable! Heheheh!” He’d offer some nervous laughter before clapping his hands together a few times again. “AAAAAAAAAAAAALRIGHT! So! The first time is free, with a very limited time! I’ll be ending your session after about an hour or so, after that, you can spend as much time as you want in exchange for some Shoki!” Kyuke would wave his hands at the chamber, wiggling his fingers as well, as the two doors would slide apart from each other to reveal nothing but darkness within. He’d motion with his hand for Kizuki to enter. “It’s big enough for you to stand, but most people tend to sit, or lay down, or whatever makes them most comfortable.”

Kizuki would give a glance inside, before looking back at Kyuke. He didn’t really thing the chamber would be capable of handling his full power. It looked sturdy enough, but was it going to stay in one piece if he transformed? After all, that would be a big part of his meditation training. “Are you sure this thing will be able to handle my full power?” Kyuke would nod his head rapidly in response. “Oh, yes! Yes! Truly it will!” Kizuki felt like he should display that power to the little Demon at that point, just in case there was a chamber that would be able to handle it better. Taking in a deep breath, the Saiyajin would release all of his energy at once, in a giant explosion of golden ki. The aura that swirled up around him from his feet to over his head covered him like a giant, golden flame. It pulsed around him as if it were alive, daring to burn anyone that reached their hand in to touch it. The bright energy could cause his skin to look lighter, due to the reflection of the energy itself. His hair, in typical Super Saiyajin fashion had become slightly more rigid, though no more spikey than it usually was, and changed into that golden, mustard color, as well as his eyebrows. Those once charcoal, black eyes were now a brilliant green, almost emerald in color. He’d exhale slowly, instantly feeling that rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins upon transforming, doing his best to keep his emotions and energy in control, though his glare down at Kyuke may have said otherwise to the diminutive demon.
Kyuke, though, was nearly blown away by the power output. As the explosion of energy erupted from the Saiyajin, the little Demon bowled over onto his back, nearly flipping backwards. His cape had flapped between his legs and covered his face as he was forced to lay upside down on his head, against a wall. Eventually, Kyuke would slowly get back to his feet, rubbing his disheveled hair and head, groaning in a bit of pain. “G-Geeze, would you warn a guy before you--…” though he’d trail off as he looked at Kizuki, glowing with golden power, completely entrapped within it. His eyes would bolt open, slowly shifting that small backpack off his frame and settling it in front of him. Reaching inside, he’d remove a small, electronic device and aimed it at Kizuki. The device beeped, and beeped rapidly. He was using it to get a figure on where Kizuki’s ki was. Kyuke would gulp when he got his answer, looking back up at Kizuki and offering a slow nod of approval. “Y-Yes, t-t-t-truly, it will be able to…” Without saying anything else, the Golden Warrior would make his way into the chamber, which was nearly pitch black still even with him creating such an incredible source of light from his transformation. Slowly, he’d get down to a cross-legged seated position, the typical position for many who would meditate this way and began to attempt to focus his energy. Slowly, the doors would slide close, leaving Kyuke alone within the tent. The Demon-boy would wipe his sweaty brow, exhaling a sigh of relief. “I-I hope it will be able to anyway…” He’d trail off, giving a concerned look to the now occupied chamber, occupied by the Super Saiyajin Warrior; Kizuki.

Within the depths of the chamber itself, Kizuki began to attempt to focus his energy and his mind. Eyes were closed, in order to focus on his inner self and ignore all the external distractions around him; however with as pitch black as the chamber was it almost wasn’t necessary. He remained in that Super Saiyajin state, continuing to push his body to get used to the form, to master it. Within his mind, he would begin to attempt to put all the pieces together to finally do this, while within the chamber itself the atmosphere began to change a bit. It was almost as if the gravity was greater by a bit, a few beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow.

Within his mind, Kizuki found himself inside the same inky blackness of the chamber, however he was standing in it, a Super Saiyajin, garbed in his grey dogi, in much better shape than the one he was wearing currently in “the real world.” He stood there, his eyes open and attempting to take in the environment around him. He wondered what part of his mind he was attempting to reach into, where were his emotions taking him? It was then that he’d feel a tug on his pants leg, taking him off guard a bit. He did sense anyone around, so it was surprising to feel the definite tug of ones hand on it, clearly to get his attention. He’d direct his eyes to look downward, nearly jumping out of his skin at the sight. Standing there looking up at him was a much younger version of himself, perhaps about four or five years old. The boy wasn’t dressed in battle armor, as Kizuki had not enlisted in the army at this point. Instead, he wore something more fitting for royalty. The pants were white and baggy, tucked into black shoes. On his upper half he wore a collared top of sorts, with slightly extended shoulder pads. It was long in the back, almost flowing like a cape behind him. It was all red in color, accented in yellow. The young boy’s hair was identical to Kizuki’s now, of course, due to those Saiyajin genetics. A crown of thick, black, spiky locks with two thick strands hanging in front of his forehead. He’d point up at the elder version of himself, a bit of excitement could be seen in the youngster’s eyes. “Super Saiyajin?!” Kizuki gave a smirk to the boy’s question, nodding his head in agreement. The younger version of himself began to jump up and down excitedly, screaming at the top of his lungs. “SUPER SAIYAJIN! SUPER SAIYAJIN! I TOLD OTOU-SAMA IT WAS REAL!” Kizuki couldn’t help but laugh. This was the part of his mind where he had dismissed all doubts that the Super Saiyajin form existed, and those doubts were dismissed a very long time ago, at some point way beyond this one. It was funny to Kizuki, that this is where his mind would take him in that regard, this is what his brain subconsciously matched with that confirmation. His younger self. “YAHOO! YAHOO! OTOU-SAMA! I TOLD YOU IT WAS REAL! OTOU-SAMA!!” The young Saiyajin would turn away from Kizuki, about to run off to his father, Kizuki assumed, before turning around and facing him again. His face contorted a bit, looking much more serious, and a bit more sinister.
The boy’s voice had changed as well, deeper and more strict. It wasn’t his own, or any voice that Kizuki thought he had remembered, but the shock of hearing and seeing what he just did forced him to take a few steps backwards, his mouth and eyes wide open. He wasn’t sure how to take this. What part of his mind was forcing this feeling into him? A coward? Before Kizuki could answer back, or ask anything to his younger self, the boy’s image seemed to abruptly disappear, leaving the elder Saiyajin there in a bit of a dumbfounded state. He placed a hand up to his head, giving it a shake to try to free himself of the figurative cobwebs that were clouding his mind after that little exchange. Outside of his mind, in his physical state, his body began to feel a bit more weary. Sweat continued to leak out from his pours, trying his best to keep his body calm within the conditions of the chamber. He could feel his body beginning to already give out, teetering on being able to maintain the Super Saiyajin form. He had to control it, as well as his mind. He had no choice in the matter.

“Do you think you are a coward?” Kizuki could hear a voice that was vaguely familiar to him. The voice echoed within the empty darkness of his mind, as well as a sort of metallic-echo in itself naturally. It sounded… robotic? His mind was swirling, trying to pinpoint where he had heard the voice from, rather than voice on where the voice was coming from. After all, Kizuki figured it was just in his mind. The Saiyajin attempted to look around, but could only see the blackness around him still. It wasn’t as if it was physically dark, as if there needed to be light to increase the visibility. It was just black, void of anything else except for Kizuki himself. “Do you think you are a coward?” There it was again. The voice called out to him once more, asking him if he thought he was a coward. Kizuki’s anger would boil a bit more, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists tightly. “I’M NOT A COWARD! HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A THING AND HIDE YOURSELF! REVEAL YOURSELF AND DARE CALL ME THAT AGAIN!” His anger was clouding his judgement, attempting to get this mystery voice to reveal itself. He felt as if the darkness was closing in on him, suddenly. An incredible pressure that made his mind-self perspire. As for his physical self, his body continued to strain within the meditation chamber, his ki flaring and falling at various times, continuing to attempt to keep a balance of his mind and body, however his mind was making it increasingly difficult at the moment. Back within his meditation, Kizuki continued to try and look around, to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. “Do you think you are a coward?” Behind him! Kizuki’s body would spin within his mind, aiming his palms in the direction he thought he heard the voice and began to fire off as many blasts of ki as possible. In a machine gun fashion, golden orbs of ki would erupt from his palms one after the other, in a desperate attempt to shut up the mouth of the one mocking him. “HA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kizuki would shout out with each blast of ki he fired, however each blast didn’t seem to explode, or hit anything really. Ceasing his attack, he kept his palms out in front of him, as they smoked a bit from the heat of firing off so many blasts at once. Also, he felt himself getting a bit more fatigued, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face. Glaring out in front of him, he could see a thing. His barrage of attacks didn’t hit anything, they seemed to just be swallowed up by the blackness. “Wha-What the hell…?” Emerald green eyes began to shift left and right, attempting to see if anything would get caught in his line of sight, but nothing could be seen. “Do you think you are a coward?” Behind him again! Kizuki would spin, swinging his right arm backwards to attempt to back-fist whatever was behind. However, he hit nothing but air, nearly toppling over at the momentum he created, not hitting anything at all. The Saiyajin would emit a growl from his throat, clenching his teeth together and baring them to whatever was mocking him now. His fists remained clenched, his muscles tensing up as the anger within his body began to build even more. “S-Stop hiding yourself, COWARD. Come out here and FIGHT ME.”

“Coward.” He heard the word again, from the same voice as before. The word would then be repeated several times, by several different voices. Each one ringing in his ears, making his head feel as if it were spinning. He would place his hands to his head, gripping onto it, his fingers digging deep into that mane of golden, spiked locks. “Sh-Shut up! SHUT! UP! I’m no coward! I’m a warrior! I’m a Saiyajin!” He was seething, attempting to convince all the voices shouting at him that he was no coward. The voices did not stop, despite his protests. “SAIYAJIN ARE NOT COWARDS!” They’d continue on for a while, Kizuki trembling from anger, frustration, and the realization that he was beginning to believe he was, indeed, a coward. But, why? Why was this feeling of cowardice washing over him? What was his mind telling him, deep within the recesses of his brain?

“They are only telling you what you feel, Kizuki-san.” The metallic, echoing voice called out to him again, this time specifically by name, loud enough to be heard over all the other voices repeating, “Coward” to him over and over again. “This is your mind after all, a place only you control.” Kizuki’s eyes were tightly shut, so he could not see if the source of this voice had revealed himself or not. Slowly, the other voices began to go away, Kizuki fighting them off, in a way, simply by dismissing them. His breathing slowed a bit, hands falling from his head to rest at his sides. “There. That is better now, isn’t it, Kizuki-san?” His eyes would open, lifting his head up to look for the source of this voice, and much to his surprise he could see it in front of him, clear as day. It just was a form he did not expect, one he had managed to push back deep within the recesses of his mind all this time. This was truly a monster, but not the type that one makes up in their childhood to scare themselves half to death. This monster was real, and one that Kizuki had a bit of experience with in his life.
Before him stood a gigantic, robotic monstrosity. Standing well over fifty feet tall, the creation was covered in head to toe in black, armor-like metal. The accents to it, along the extended shoulder guards, ground guards and other assorted spots, were all in gold. Even the head of the beast was covered in what appeared to be a helmet of sorts, two, black “horns” sprouted from the top of that helmet on either side of its head. “Who-Who the hell… are you?” Kizuki would sputter out, looking wide eyed at the armored one before him. “I have no name, Kizuki-san. The ones who hate you most only gave me life and direction. But, they gave me no name.” What the hell was this thing talking about? Behind the beast, a long, tattered cloak rested. Without any wind to push it, it did not move. “As well as all my brothers. We were all given life and direction, but no names. Do you remember us yet, Kizuki-san?” Painfully polite this giant was, but Kizuki could sense a menacing feeling emanating from it. “Y-Your… brothers?” The robotic one would “nod” its head in agreement. “Hai, Kizuki-san. My brothers.” From its massive, right arm, just at where the wrist would be, a flash of red, glowing light would appear from the nameless one. It appeared to be energy of sorts, flat in the form of a blade. Plasma? Kizuki nearly choked, his eyes bulging out even wider. This was the same sort of blade that he saw on his last days, before being frozen for over two thousand years! His memory shot back to Burumasu, as a Super Saiyajin, shoving him in a Space Pod to help him escape, badly wounded and nearly dying. The hatch closed, and he could see her through the small window of it, standing there with that surging, golden aura surrounding her. Her hair erect and golden, her eyes a powerful emerald. That was until she was, presumably, killed. She would instantly revert back to her base form, that albino white hair and red eyes changing back quickly, her mouth gaped open as she let out a gasp of pain, blood rushing from her mouth and splashing against the window. He could remember screaming as the pod began to elevate, looking down to see her impaled on a red blade of plasma. Slowly, Kizuki would lift his hand to point a finger towards the beast, shaking terribly. “Y-You?” He’d ask, in nearly a whisper, his voice shaking, full of a mixture of hatred and fear. “Perhaps, Kizuki-san. Or perhaps not. My brothers and I are all outfitted with similar weaponry.” The Mechajin’s plasma blade would retract back into its arm then, continuing to explain itself to Kizuki. “My brothers and I were created to eradicate you and your people, Kizuki-san. You may remember me directly as the one who destroyed your beloved home. The large tower in the capital city that you once called a refuge.”

Kizuki remembered now, more than before. This monster was one of the Mechajin, as they were called, that invaded Planet Daikondu so many years ago. The Bakujin were a race of geniuses that Kizuki had taken a hand in invading their planet, and basically enslaving them to create the technology necessary to send drones out to planets, searching for only those that would yield a high price. In turn, the crafty bastards created this thing, and many like it, on a remote planet with that same technology and drones. It took them a few years to finish, but when it was eventually done, a swarm of mechanical monsters invaded the planet. The planet had no chance to prepare, as they were Androids with no ki to be sensed. This specific one was the one that destroyed the tower that Kizuki had called home as a child, up until he enlisted in the army. He assumed his mother, father, and sister were all within the tower at the time, completely destroyed by a blast so strong that Kizuki felt it hundreds of yards away. After that, he had managed to find a Space Pod and used it to escape the planet.


“C-Coward.” He could hear himself say not. He was a coward. He had left his planet, left this monster and its “brothers” to destroy everything he had known. He was too weak to fight back, too weak to do anything. He had fought as much as he could, along with his brothers in arms, but it was a losing battle. Many of them had died, or also fled. But, his father was the Emperor. He should have stayed and died with them. “You should die a coward’s death, Kizuki-san.” The nameless one would begin to make its way over to Kizuki, who looked up at it with anger in his eyes. “I’ll fight you here… in my mind. At least here I’ll be able to make quick work of you!” Yelling out, he’d flare out his aura, pouring out his energy quickly to give himself a burst of power. Taking off from the solid ground under him, Kizuki would fly towards his greatest foe, screaming at the top of his lungs the entire time. What he intended to do, though, Kizuki didn’t know. His arm was reared back, ready to strike the large, armored head of the Mechajin as he got close, but much to his surprise he was struck with an overwhelming feeling of pain, pain he did not expect to feel! The large Android’s fist found itself impacting with Kizuki’s body, to the point where he felt as if his bones had really broken inside of him. All the air in his lungs were pushed out, eyes bulging and mouth wide, a mixture of saliva and blood squirting from between his lips. Gurgling violently, the Saiyajin would grab at his stomach with both arms, doubling over in the air, slowly floating downwards again. However, the Mechajin would make his decent much faster, slapping the Saiyajin’s body down into the ground so hard, that Kizuki’s body would bounce along the very hard surface. He’d let out a gasped scream of pain, nearly twitching on the ground as he stopped bouncing and rolling, holding himself in incredible pain, blood continuing to trickle out of his mouth. On the outside, within the meditation chamber, Kizuki was feeling the effects of this meditation session now turned image training, his body reacting to it just as if it were physically real. In fact, some blood even began to seep out from between his closed lips, rolling down his chin and dripping off of it.

Each droplet fell to the ground, his body physically reeling over the effects of what his mind was projecting. His concentration so strong, his image training so REAL, that it was causing Kizuki’s physical body to go under similar stresses without actually fighting anything! Image training was truly a dangerous thing, even more so when the opponent in your mind was someone, or in this case something, locked up for so many years you had forgotten their true strength. Kizuki was in for quite the beating, and it appeared the longer he spent deep within this meditation the farther away he was from his own body.

Back within his mind, Kizuki would be attempting to lift his body up off the ground, nearly broken completely from the monstrosity he was forcing himself to fight. With shaking arms, he’d nearly push himself up completely before a metallic foot was driven into his body, sending him careening away, crashing and tumbling in the dark void of his mind. Once again, he’d hold his midsection with both arms, struggling to get any air into his lungs. Laying on his side, he nearly curled up into the fetal position due to the pain. He could hear the heavy footsteps of his mechanical adversary coming up closer to him. The Super Saiyajin was being utterly thrashed and thrown around. There was nothing he could hope to do at this point, as hope’s flame began to quickly dwindle. “I-I’m… a coward…” He’d whisper, his teeth stained with blood, his body beaten to a pulp. He’d slowly roll over onto his back, painfully sitting up with a loud groan. Emerald eyes would glare over at the black beast, continuing to make its way over to him. “I can’t beat you… even… as a Super Saiyajin. I’m completely… and utterly outclassed.” It wasn’t really class in regards to skill. Kizuki may have the Mechajin beat there, or any other of the Androids for that matter. But as far as raw power, this monstrosity seemed to have endless amounts of it and at much higher levels than Kizuki could currently muster. “I’m… nowhere near ready to avenge my people, my family.” He’d let out a few strained coughs, some blood spurting out from between his lips. Raising his right arm, he’d wipe away the red liquid from his mouth with the back of his hand. A small sigh escaped him, looking up at the Mechajin before him, which had now stopped. In a flash, that red, plasma blade would erupt from its right arm again, surging alive with power. As it pulsed, Kizuki would take a gulp. The Mechajin would continue to glare down at the Super Saiyajin, not moving just yet. “I feel no hate towards you, Kizuki-san. Not as you feel towards myself and my brothers. This is what I was given life to do; to exterminate you and your people.” Lifting that right arm up, he would cock it back, the red blade aimed directly down at Kizuki’s smaller form. “But you have failed your mission, regardless, and you are all that remains for us to finish ours.” The Super Saiyajin could feel his chest tightening, a rear fear building up inside of him. Fear that he had not felt in such a long time. He’d clench his fists, preparing himself for the worst. It was then that Kizuki’s eyes would involuntarily blink from a blinding light, his face flinching from it as well. Finally, able to register what had happened, it appears a small explosion had erupted on the Mechajin’s face. Kizuki would open his eyes to see the beast staggering backwards a few steps, one mechanical hand gripping the spot on its head where the explosion occurred. Smoke trailing upwards, indicating it must have been one mighty explosion. His own emerald eyes would glance around, finally settling upwards to see another shocking sight.

Within the chamber, Kizuki began to gain control over his physical body. His entire form seemed to be shaking, more akin to vibrating. It seemed that his mind had drifted off, settling back into the dark corners of itself, forcing the Saiyajin to lose any sort of control. His body seemed to be reacting on its own, as well. That innate Saiyajin pride forcing Kizuki to not want to lose, to regain some sort of control over himself. His muscles were tensed up to the maximum, various parts of his exposed skin would show veins popping up, sticking out as far as they could. His ki began to flare out even more, that golden aura pushing back against the intensity of the gravity chamber. Parts of his ki began to even crackle like lightning due to overcharging; needing a release it would fire off every so often like bolts of electricity. Kyuke would be able to hear the violent reaction going on inside the chamber, a bit of a worried expression covered his bland face. He’d bring one of his tiny thumbs to his mouth, gently biting down on it in a nervous way. He was wondering if he should force open the doors and attempt to bring Kizuki back to reality, but that would be dangerous to do. He could risk having Kizuki lost in his own mind forever, essentially going to sleep and never waking up, even as dead as he was. By now it was clear, some part of Kizuki’s entire being wanted to see this through, as his mind began to slip into a state of doubt, acknowledging the fact that he was some sort of failure or a coward.

Back within his mind, Kizuki would look up to see… himself? Another version of himself had appeared on its own and in his mind. The version was garbed in the classic, Saiyajin battle attire. A black, skin-tight under suit, with the technology behind it to help keep the body cool, was light but was also very durable to attacks, as well as the white “vest” armor, with red shoulder straps and midsection. White boots and gloves, of the same durable material as his entire outfit, would finish the look. His entire body was aglow with golden energy, similar to how he looked, well, the other him. This second version of Kizuki also appeared to be a Super Saiyajin, his right hand held out and smoking, where an apparent blast of ki was fired off at the Mechajin. Green eyes were glaring at the beast, before turning to look down at the pathetic excuse for a Saiyajin, this beaten version of himself, staring coldly. “Get yourself together.” He’d lower his arm, nearly growling down at the beaten version of Kizuki. “This is pathetic. You are a Saiyajin! A SUPER SAIYAJIN!” It was all that version of Kizuki had said to his beaten self, before erupting in a brilliant display of golden energy once more and heading off towards the Mechajin. At this point the beast had recuperated, not even a scratch or dent was present upon its ebony, metallic exterior. Though, the version of Kizuki that apparently represented his body and overall pride as a Saiyajin would do his best to combat the monster on his own, for as long as possible.

“S-Super… Saiyajin?” Kizuki had almost forgotten had his other self not just reminded him. He’d look down at his hands, engulfed in that glowing, golden energy. His fingers would curl into his hands, creating two large fists, clenching them tightly. He could feel a sort of rage building up within him. He wasn’t truly a coward, was he? He had ascended into the Super Saiyajin transformation, he had fought and died on Namek bravely. He was NO coward! But this beast, this monstrosity that the Bakujin had created was nearly unstoppable. He was still in a heap on the ground, sitting there in incredible pain, looking back up the take in the scene before him, the scene of “his body” attempting to fight against the beast.

The other Kizuki, the one garbed in Saiyajin battle attire and representing his body, continued to go blow for blow with the Mechajin, doing his best to deflect the massive, metallic fists being thrown his way. Both gloved hands would go outwards to literally catch the massive fist, slapping against his hands in an attempt to stop it from driving into his body. In mid-air, Kizuki’s body form was being ever so slowly pushed back, Kizuki using his ki to stay above ground, and in an attempt to push back. Gritting his teeth, a low growl could be heard. Kizuki seemed to be pushing back against the Mechajin, slowly but surely matching up with its strength. The mind form of Kizuki could hardly believe what he was seeing. Was his body truly capable of such feats? It was true, as a Super Saiyajin the impossible seemed to be within reach. The overflow of power was incredible, the feeling of all that ki surging around and within one’s body was unlike anything Kizuki had ever felt before in his lifetime. It was then that he remembered that even as a Super Saiyajin, though, Burumasu was felled in battle by a plasma blade, much like the one that emerged from this one’s form. Kizuki’s mind form would come to a stand, shaking his head and screaming out to his other self, “YOU CAN’T WIN! THEY ARE STRONGER THAN SUPER SAIYAJIN! YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS!”

As he shouted out, it seemed like Kizuki’s body form would give up some power. The massive fist of the Mechajin breaking through his defenses and hands and slam directly into his body, sending him flying backwards at incredible speeds. Kizuki’s “body” had given up to his mind’s doubts, unable to fight back or defend as he was just before. Within the chamber, Kizuki’s ki began to flicker down a bit, to less than it was when he entered. Kyuke, who seemed to be adept at feeling ki would look up suddenly from the ground, in a worried way with an expression of fear on his face. “K-Kizuki-san?” His body was clearly starting to feel the effects of not being in complete control now. His mind was too filled with doubt and fear, feeling completely useless against something so incredibly powerful. Back within his mind, Kizuki could see his other self flying away from that hit, and would move up to fly in to intercept the body from landing painfully. Surrounding himself in a surge of energy, his mind form would fly off and get behind his body form, catching him in a way where his back was pressed against his front, flinching as he skidded backwards in the air a few yards before stopping. “O-Oi, you have to stop. We have to get out of here! That monstrosity is too much for us, there’s no way we ca--!” Kizuki’s mind form would double over in pain as the sharp feeling of an elbow being driven into his gut cut him off, forcing all of the air out of his lungs at once unexpectedly. It appeared his body form had heard enough of his mind’s babbling, elbowing him in the gut to release him and shut him up. “Quiet! Don’t you get it?! You need to get your head out of your ass! If we can work together, we can overcome!” His body form would wipe at some of the damage on his armor with a grunt. “Tch’! I expected you to be able to figure that out at least.” He’d turn his back to the monster, facing his mind form and extending a finger to him in a point, accusingly. “YOU need to get it together! We are a Saiyajin! The most fearsome warriors in all the Universe, with the capability to increase our powers to infinite levels. Something like that--!” He’d let his finger move now, pointing to the Mechajin on the other side of him, which was standing there, awaiting for whoever would make the next move. “--Doesn’t stand a chance against us! Where is your pride, fool?!” Quickly, he’d turn back towards the Mechajin, flaring up his golden aura around him, and rocketed off with a mighty roar to once again attack. His body form was filled with pride, and surging with power. Kizuki’s mind form would watch, unable to create any words at the moment, even after he was able to fill his lungs back up with air and recover from the elbow to his gut.

His body and pride would continue to have a fairly difficult time reacting to the Mechajin’s assault, unable to break past a fury of massive, metal fists that were wildly swinging at him. “KONOYARO!” ("BASTARD!") his body would roar out, getting pelted with those giant hands one after the other. His own body, even at over six feet tall and riddled with muscle, looked so miniscule when compared to the beast before him, this Mechajin without a name. Kizuki’s mind form would continue to look on, unable to make out any words or clear thoughts within itself, simply watching on as this other version of himself continued to get his bell rung, unable to rally any sort of offense against his enemy. His mind form felt helpless, wanting so desperately to be of some use, to bring forth some sort of courage within himself and fight alongside his body, but he couldn’t. It was impossible at this point, and the large his doubt grew, the slower his body became. Kizuki’s body form had glided away from the beast, in an effort to create some space between them. Both hands began to form spheres of ki within them, glowing a bright yellow color, vibrant beams of light emitting from each one. His face was scratched, showing signs of blood from the corners of his mouth where the Mechajin had broken his defenses. His armor and bodysuit were also worse for wear. The black, skintight clothing under his armor bore some slits and cuts, ripped open to reveal various parts of his flesh under, some of those spots even riddled with blood. His armor began to crack and give up its durability. Even with the flexible material it was made out of, the Mechajin’s brute strength was able to render it useless. His chest rose and fell with each strained breath, bringing his arms out in front of him and slamming his wrists together to combine those two spheres of energy into one, larger ball. “I GUESS I’LL JUST HAVE TO RELY ON MYSELF TO FINISH YOU OFF! EAT THIS!” Letting out another guttural roar, Kizuki’s body form would fire off a massive wave of golden ki energy from between his palms, the column of energy erupting quickly from its starting place. Ripping through the blackness of his own mind, the wave of ki would head straight towards the Mechajin, Kizuki expecting it to make impact and create some damage to the beast. However, he seemed to be dead wrong.

As the beam went to collide with the Mechajin, its left arm would reach up and take the head of the beam right into its palm. The Mechajin seemed to literally catch the beam in its hand, as the ki continued to rush into it, it just continued to get dispersed, like a rush of water from a hose hitting a concrete wall. The energy seemed to not hinder the Mechajin at all, keeping his hand up to catch the oncoming wave of ki while step by step getting closer to Kizuki’s body form. Kizuki’s body continued to struggle, baring his teeth, clenched together in frustration and struggle, attempting to fire off enough energy to stop the beast in its tracks but to no avail. The right hand of the Mechajin would come out and grab Kizuki’s body form quickly, wrapping its metallic fingers around him. It forced Kizuki’s attack to end abruptly, as his entire body was trapped within that massive hand. Arms and legs pinned together, the Mechajin would take his left hand and wrap it around his other, beginning to crush Kizuki’s body within, with just his head poking out.
Kizuki’s body form continued to feel itself being crushed within the mighty hands of the Mechajin, barely able to scream due to the near asphyxiation, but still crying out in incredible pain as much as he could. He was trying to fight off the hands, but without any strength behind his actions he was just delaying the inevitable. Outside of his mind, in his actual body, Kizuki was tipping to near dangerous levels of ki. Kyuke would look at a clock on the wall, with a bit of a nervous expression. “I-I think it’s about time we get you out of there, Kizuki-san.” Attempting to muster some confidence in his decision, he’d nod his head in agreement of his own words. As his tiny hand reached out to the control panel in an attempt to begin a “shut down” procedure, it’d come in contact with a wall of energy that shaped itself in the form of static ki bolts. He’d let out a shrill scream, getting lifted off the floor and forced back, comically, several feet into a heap against some boxes in a corner of the tent. The collision forced the wooded structures to crumble, eventually the tiny Demon would emerge, looking quite charred and hurt, opening his mouth to let out another cry of pain, but only a small puff cloud of smoke was what he got out before collapsing against the rubble.

Inside the meditation chamber, Kizuki’s body was quite literally vibrating, at such a fast pace that even as his ki began to fade out to dangerous levels, sparks of excess energy would be released like bolts of lightning, clashing against the chamber itself. This was the source of Kyuke’s electrical shock. Kizuki’s hair would shift between black and Super Saiyajin gold several times over during this, his body attempting to maintain some sort of stance still, even as his mind began to pile on the negative energy, quite literally killing himself from the inside. Within his mind, his body’s form would let out another scream of pain, as another notch was tightened in the hands’ vice grip, enclosing Kizuki’s body inside to near crippling levels. In a last ditch effort, his body would reach out to his mind in a telepathic way, attempting to turn his head to look directly at the pathetic excuse for himself. “Y-You have to… h-help.. me… help… US! Damnit! Wh-Where is… your Saiyajin… pride?!” As his body’s form turned to find his other self, he noticed that he wasn’t at the spot where he once was standing. Kizuki’s mind form was gone. Feeling his body give away to the pain, it appeared all hope had been lost. Kizuki had lost his mind completely to doubt, even as a mighty Super Saiyajin Warrior. Was this truly the end of it all? Kizuki’s body form could feel himself starting to slip away, quickly losing power and unable to stop those massive Mechajin’s hands from crushing him completely. His eyes would begin to slowly close, quickly losing consciousness.

Although, a sharp rise in ki forced those eyes wide open once more, as emerald eyes glared up at the head of the Mechajin, a small fist slammed directly into the side of its head, a fist covered in golden energy, a fist belonging to Kizuki’s mind form. The fist planted firmly against the Mechajin’s heavily armored head, forming a decent sized dent into it in the process. The sheer force of the blow caused it to release the hold on Kizuki’s body, who would plummet like a stone to the ground, landing in a heap. The Mechajin would take several steps back, a metallic hand going up to cover the place where the newly formed dent appeared. Kizuki’s mind form hovered in the air still, looking invigorated and ready to go, a new found sense of pride and power surging within him. He’d stare down the massive Android, furrowing his brows to an intense glare. “If I’m going to trust anyone about my capabilities it should be myself. I can’t believe I allowed myself to nearly become undone by some petty self-doubt.” Kizuki’s mind form would begin to lower itself down, settling in place next to his body’s form, who was slowly beginning to get up. He could have used this confidence boost before, but it was better late than never. If the two were able to be in sync it would hardly matter. With renewed vigor, the Saiyajin would extend his arm out, pointing his finger directly at the menacing Mechajin before him. “You’re merely a part of my memories that I pushed away, something I feared when I was much, much weaker than I am now. You had your last chance at defeating me, you piece of metallic garbage.” His right hand would come up slightly, pressing his own thumb into his chest, to clearly reference himself. “I am a Super Saiyajin, the mightiest warrior in all the Universe. It’ll take a lot more than YOU to DEFEAT ME!” His mind form would even bare a smirk on his face, his body fully standing and wiping off the dust and debris from his body, that battle armor completely ruined now. “Took you long enough. I expected you to be the one to actually have the upper-hand here. You’re the one with all the brains, after all.” His body’s form would smirk as well at the little pun, turning his attention back to the recovering Mechajin now.

The Mechajin seemed unimpressed, even with the sizeable dent in its head. It quickly found its bearings, offering up a defensive stance in response to the two versions of Kizuki, both standing proud as Super Saiyajin warriors. “It won’t be enough, Kizuki-san. No matter what you do you will never be able to—“ Its speech was cut off, as a bright flash of light seemed to explode against its iron-clad head once more. Both Saiyajin moving in unison, having blasted off towards the beast and both planting their fist directly into it once more. “Shut your face, worm! I’m heard enough from you!” The confident sound of Kizuki’s body’s form could be heard screaming out now, as the Mechajin teetered backwards, a large hand grasping at the new dent created against its face area. Whether it was Kizuki’s conscious doing it, or if the beast really did have some sort of emotional programing input, the two forms of Kizuki could hear its voice stammering, as if questioning everything that was going on. “Im-Impossible! You’re a mere Saiyajin! This is not possible according to our calculations! How-How is… How is this happening?!” It was as if this beast’s creators were speaking directly to Kizuki, who had now apparently “fused” together with himself in his mind. He looked calmer, the violent, pulsating aura that had surrounded him as a Super Saiyajin was all but gone, but the incredible power still lied within him. What was he? Had he finally perfected it? Had he learned to control it?

Standing there, he was wearing the gi he had earned in the Hell Games Tournament, grey with the orange obi tied around his waist. Those peaks of golden hair almost seemed platinum blonde now, without the golden fire to surrounding him to give it that deeper, more yellow color. His eyes, as emerald as ever had a calmness to them, as if all of his problems were solved. He knew he had farther to go still. This was just the beginning. "You've made one grave miscalculation, Mechajin.  The power of a Saiyajin, much like their pride, is INFINITE!" His lips would curl into a smirk, glaring down the Mechajin one last time.


Within moments, a might explosion had grabbed Kyuke’s attention, who had wandered off in an attempt to find some way of getting Kizuki out of the chamber. With much concern, he’d skitter off towards the direction of where the explosion happened, it was where Kizuki had entered that meditation chamber. As he arrived, he’d let out a shriek at the sight before him. Kizuki stood there, a thick plume of smoke around him, the destruction of several meditation chambers around him. He was covered in black soot, scratched up and a bit bloody. Having powered out of his Super Saiyajin form, he’d look around before looking down at the little demon, wiping the blood and dirt from his mouth. “Things seemed to get out of hand in there.” He’d give the area another look around before offering a shrug down towards Kyuke. “I’m sure you understand, I don’t think your little chambers can handle a Super Saiyajin’s power. Nevertheless.” Kizuki would hold out his palm, tossing some of that Shoki energy out towards the tiny demon as it pooled up on the floor. “Hopefully that covers it. I’m going to need the rest of this.”

Kyuke just stood there, his jaw nearly touching the floor as the Saiyajin walked off, leaving the safety of the tent and going back out into the vast expanse of Hell. Part of him was happy that Kizuki was alright. He had real concern for the Saiyajin. But the other part, the bigger part, was agonizing over the destruction of his machines. How was he going to explain this to his boss?! A chill ran down his spine as he thought about the punishment that would come down on him for this. “This is… not good. Tr-Truly, it is… not.” Slumped over, Kyuke was left alone to deal with this mess.

Meanwhile, Kizuki was already off, flying towards nowhere in particular. He managed to be able to control the Super Saiyajin form, it came more quickly than he had expected it to. He was pleased with himself, but the real training began now. Understanding how to control the form came first, and after it was conquered came conquering the form itself, going beyond the level of a Super Saiyajin. A form that had been told to him by a person he had recently met, one who had felt the Saiyajin Queen’s ki all the way from Hell, a power similar to that of the Demon-hybrid he had met just recently. A level beyond Super Saiyajin, eh?