Post by Yuken on Oct 27, 2014 8:13:55 GMT
"Come on!" Yuken yelled, his blood pumping as sweat poured down his forehead. "Come.... ON!!!" Louder and even more desperate by the sound of it, the boy yelled again and unleashed a Blue Star Blast, adding one more scorched rut of sand, several other ruts pointing in the same direction and only a few feet apart.
Falling to his knees, the child gasped for breath and grabbed hand-fulls of sand in anger, whispering under his breath "Pathetic... it's all pathetic..."
Almost everyone on the blasted planet was stronger than him and seemed to be getting more powerful by the day, with techniques and abilities that could crush his own in a matter of moments. He had been called strong before, but he knew better. After being so close to Hyoza and Peter, he felt like an ant awash in a sea of epic proportions. And then there was the Saiyan King and his guards...
The child shuddered in fear at the mere thought of having to face any of them, especially the king himself. He was just a child, a mutant child at that. He had no access to magic like his mother did and his father's Saiyan side felt barely present after all these years of suppressing his instincts. It didn't matter where he trained, be it in a blizzard or a desert, or how he trained, through conventional or odd methods, he was weak. He always would be.
Suddenly, a burning fire rose up in the boy's stomach, clearly seen through his eyes. The tears stopped coming and the boy's power skyrocketed to new heights. He was sick of being weak. He was sick of getting nowhere. He was sick of being thrown around and chased.
Standing up and spreading his legs, Yuken pulled his right arm backwards and focused all his anger into one, small ball of energy. Said sphere glistened blue at first but suddenly took on a purple and then violet tone, the rest of the immediate area seeming to darken as the boy focused in on an outcrop of rocks before him.
Sensing that the sphere was at its limit, Yuken growled and shoved his right hand forward, keeping his arm straight and fingers splayed. The once small sphere of violet suddenly became a massive blast of purple energy taller than Yuken himself and running across the desert floor like a steamroller at unparalleled speed.
When the blast dissipated, Yuken closed his mouth and realized he had been screaming during the attack. Arm falling limply to the side, the boy looked over his handiwork and saw that his new attack now reached to the horizon itself, a deep, blackened trench of sand with purple flames slowly dying out before him.
Smiling contently, Yuken said quietly, "That's... more like it..." Before falling to the ground unceremoniously and falling asleep within seconds.
Falling to his knees, the child gasped for breath and grabbed hand-fulls of sand in anger, whispering under his breath "Pathetic... it's all pathetic..."
Almost everyone on the blasted planet was stronger than him and seemed to be getting more powerful by the day, with techniques and abilities that could crush his own in a matter of moments. He had been called strong before, but he knew better. After being so close to Hyoza and Peter, he felt like an ant awash in a sea of epic proportions. And then there was the Saiyan King and his guards...
The child shuddered in fear at the mere thought of having to face any of them, especially the king himself. He was just a child, a mutant child at that. He had no access to magic like his mother did and his father's Saiyan side felt barely present after all these years of suppressing his instincts. It didn't matter where he trained, be it in a blizzard or a desert, or how he trained, through conventional or odd methods, he was weak. He always would be.
Suddenly, a burning fire rose up in the boy's stomach, clearly seen through his eyes. The tears stopped coming and the boy's power skyrocketed to new heights. He was sick of being weak. He was sick of getting nowhere. He was sick of being thrown around and chased.
Standing up and spreading his legs, Yuken pulled his right arm backwards and focused all his anger into one, small ball of energy. Said sphere glistened blue at first but suddenly took on a purple and then violet tone, the rest of the immediate area seeming to darken as the boy focused in on an outcrop of rocks before him.
Sensing that the sphere was at its limit, Yuken growled and shoved his right hand forward, keeping his arm straight and fingers splayed. The once small sphere of violet suddenly became a massive blast of purple energy taller than Yuken himself and running across the desert floor like a steamroller at unparalleled speed.
When the blast dissipated, Yuken closed his mouth and realized he had been screaming during the attack. Arm falling limply to the side, the boy looked over his handiwork and saw that his new attack now reached to the horizon itself, a deep, blackened trench of sand with purple flames slowly dying out before him.
Smiling contently, Yuken said quietly, "That's... more like it..." Before falling to the ground unceremoniously and falling asleep within seconds.