Post by Orion on Nov 7, 2014 21:43:39 GMT
Once again, we join our solo warrior in the quiet town of Ginger. But a week after obtaining his new occupation as a bellhop for the Ginger Town Hotel. Rested and ready to commence with his number one and true mission! If it wasn't obvious, the Saiyan's truest intention was to further his own natural strength to heights the Earth may or may not have ever seen. Unfortunately, the Saiyan himself was unable to attain proper training requirements due to a single reason: The matter of the Earth running of hard Zeni earned only through proceeding with idiotic tasks of serving weaker beings. Unfortunately, our unlikely hero has found himself with one of said tasks. As stated, he has served bag serving in the towns largest inn. He did, however, suppose it was better than messing with their food source. Earth did boast a minor agricultural production use.
While the Saiyans usual place of stay was leaning against the hotel in which he worked at, he was granted his very own room that was hut a little over the nicest of rooms while still drastically under the richest of suites being presented for citizens with a great amount of money to their names. Still, who was he to argue? At least he wasn't subject to stand outside day and night and endure the harsh temperatures the earth threw in his path. No, to say he was thankful was much too overboard. A more appropriate term would be..truthfully there was no term that described it. Maybe "satisfied" was the word to use- loosely, at that.
The room itself would be a luxury for normal earthlings. The ceiling a beautiful and solid white with a golden chandelier hanging from the center. The walls being thick and sound proof with several images of nice imagery hanging on each side. Even the floor, which was covered by a crimson red carpeting was nice. Finishing with a rather large flat screen TV and a clock hanging above it. All of which was most likely very useless to our hero. Though, the most useful thing was a connecting bathroom in which almost everything was made of a pure white marble texture. A shower included, how joyous.
Within said room rest the Saiyan himself. Laying upon his bed and arms put behind his spiked hair. Deep in thought. His eyes were shut and his mouth was stuck in a crooked frown. Something must have been troubling him. It had nothing to do with his body nor mental state. Rather something much more childish and reminiscent of his heritage. Had one taken a wild guess, albeit educated as well, the answer would be as clear as day with a large sign to give even the most idiotic and stupid of people the correct assumption. Orion, our rather selfish and overly confident hero, was thinking of how to better himself. His brow twitching in frustration some.
The male growing still in appearance. His arms moving quickly to allow him to sit up rather abruptly. His face serious and unchanged, not a sound escaping his mouth like some fool would to attract some attention. Instead his right hand would he brought up to his face and rub his temple with a gentle ease. Curing his minor headache, induced by his train of thought. A slight sigh exiting his parted lips. It was clear he was annoyed and harboring a form of frustration. The Saiyans outfit gone and replaced only by a pair of black boxers. It was time to move. Somewhere.
"...Frustrating. I need to suit and leave." Orion groaned, sliding off the piece of furniture. His muscles asleep and needing to be awoken soon. His arms and legs being stretched out and shook. Neck cracked and knuckles done as well. His figure moving toward his given closet, the sliding door opened up and revealing only three outfits acquired. His uniform, his Saiyan armor with the dark body suit and a newly gained gi. Black in color with a red belt. Dark pupils scanning what's around. A choice between the two primary outfits.
A rough hand grasping on the black outfit. Pulling it and tossing it upon the bed behind him. The door slid back closed and the Saiyan moving back to grab the trousers of his dogi. Sliding it over his boxers and his top coming over his exposed torso. The red belt grasped tight and tied around his waist to ensure it wouldn't fall on him. Completing himself with the basic gloves that finished his Saiyan armor.
His boots came at last, allowing him to exit his nude state and enter a clothed and more serious look. Also enabling him to move from his room and leave outside. The door being slammed shut as he exit, his figure moving down to the stairway quickly, legs moving swiftly down the steps to bring him back to the first floor.
The familiar manager whom granted him his very own job greeting him and tossing him his own pair of keys to allow access into his room for when he was to return. A nod being given in response as the Saiyan male rushed himself from the building with an unnatural haste. Perhaps the confinement of an Earth room was something for him to get used to; as he was much too used to the outdoors and wide open space for immediate exit. Or, a second idea would be he had an extreme thirst for a well deserved session of training. None the less, he found himself outside the establishment. Moving out more and fixing himself to burst up into the skies above. His head twisting from the sides to configure where to dash out to. His scouter, in which was attached to his left ear, was clicked and beeped at a set pace to give him a good sense of direction. The piece of equipment's crosshairs moving from the center up to the top left, right and bottom left and right before zipping back to the center and an arrow appearing on the glass, pointing right. Orion twisting around and the arrow disappearing to show he was going the correct way. Trusting his equip, the Saiyan's purple aura flashed as he pushed himself forward.
Orion, once stationed at Ginger Town, moved forward. Past the bustling West Capitol and avoiding it entirely. Rather zooming forward and believing the city to be filled with only humans and nothing of true interest. Had he been wrong, he'd come to find out later, but then was of no such time. Instead,if was all about sating his thirst for battle. His scouter beeping at slow until he rushed forward into the next continent coming up. Orion's body put in a horizontal pose and his arms put out behind him and side, his hair blowing back wildly with the wind as he went forward. Unfortunately each city he passed was of no use, as his scouter only beeped slower as he neared them.
Similar to before, nothing grasped at Orion's attention. The West Continent was recently passed, coming from Ginger and passing by West Cap. Though, the other landmarks were ignored and marked as the back track areas for if nothing was found by the Saiyan. The Northern Continent had nothing but snow for days. Jingle Town was an unknown land, thus keeping him from landing there and risking a slight cold. An unhealthy Saiyan was a useless Saiyan. And Orion was not to be described as such. Ever.
South Cont. had nothing of particular interest either. Only the Archipelago and few islands seemed to catch his eye; though uninhabited and having but wildlife. Only animals and puny mammals that scurried about. How unfortunate. Intelligent life could have made it actually worth the exploration. The Saiyan had to shake his head as he went. It wasn't too long until the unlikely hero found himself at the Eastern Cont. Below him being the few landmarks of interest. Such as the Tenkaichi Budokai Grounds and the East Capitol. The male's scouter beeping rather rapidly at this point.
The answer of where his descent would be was clear. His arms raised up to the heavens as his body was dropped down into the Eastern lands. His feet touching down after but a few seconds. Swallowing hard, Orion stepped forward and began a hard sprint towards the Tenkaichi Budokai grounds in a hurry. His blood was feeling a little bit too tame at the moment and he absolutely needed something to get him hyper and ready to brawl.
As our Saiyan hero moved himself forward, Orion balled his fists and ran himself into the battle grounds center. An entire group of people getting ready to fight one another just because. Some of these earthlings did know how to keep it going. Taking but a few moments until Orion announced himself and gathered enough people to create a group fight.
The first of few to stand up to him, was a large and burly looking man. Taller than our Saiyan. Looking intimidating but boasting only a power level of 2,000. Truly unfortunate as Orion simply shoved his hand into the contenders chest and focused a powerful Kiai to send him flying far back and into a wall. Lucky they were outside, lest that'd be humiliating in a serious match up.
The next to stand to Orion was a smaller and childish looking male. Smaller but his power level high. A surprising 7,000 in level. Incredible. A more shocking outcome was imminent; the child looking male revealed to be yet another Saiyan. The burly looking human was simply scum, but another proud warrior of his descent was shown. A malicious grin plastered on both of the Saiyans face. A second Saiyan behind him. The second familiar. Long and spiked hair (going up to his heels) and his muscle thick. Truly familiar..
All three Saiyans moved into the Tournament grounds. The smaller male revealing his name to be, "Sharotto" alas, the third still unknown. Though apparent that he recognized the main Saiyan.
"..Sharotto. I'll be fighting you first. The second will go after. Got it?" Orion raised a brow and pointed his index finger at his opponent and then his old colleague. Taking stance, Orion got ready. Sharotto doing the same.
"Looks like your ready. Here I come!" Sharotto shouted, his miniature figure rushing forward.
Sharotto gave a single jab. Though the more powerful latter easily dipped back and grasped tight onto his wrist and gave a hard hook against his cheek. Throwing him down and aiming a weak Ki blast to him at point blank. Tossing him once more. Orion punched the ground of the tourney ground before stomping forward and punching Sharotto's stomach and spine to keep him up. Keeping a charged ball of Ki to smash into the smaller Saiyan's center and spiral him into the floors. With the contender down, his foot was ready to curb stomp him into knock out, aiming to defeat his opponent quickly and rush into the Familiar Saiyan.
Orion punted Sharotto out, his hands glowing a deathly purple. Sharotto failing to recover as Orion aimed his hands out. A chuckle was given by the male as he was sent out. Shouting, the stronger Saiyan fired his signature Galick Cannon out and obliterated his opponent. For a warrior with 7000 in strength, it was rather pathetic to be slain by a Saiyan with only a 3000 boost up.
"You," Orion redirected his attention to the other Saiyan. The smoke from his blast clearing out slowly. "You're next. C'mon, bring it on!"
With it, the second Saiyan stood up. A smirk across his face as well. He had to find out just who this man was and why he seemed so familiar! Taking this intention, Orion stepped forward and pointed again. Asking of who he was, his name and where he hailed. His tail being a no brainer hit for safe precaution: The universe was a large, large place. And most things still haven't been discovered despite technological prowess. The other Saiyan laughing some and tossing his silver gi aside.
"Orion! You don't remember? The Saiyan crossed his arms. "Humph..Gonamü! Son of Monga and Cadoba!"
"Cadoba and Monga..?" Orion raised a brow. His hand stroking his beard in a thinking manner. It was taking him a few minutes, but sooner than later he had come to realize just who Cadoba and Monga, as well Gonamü were! A smile replacing his face as he balled his fists and shouted. "Gonamü! It's been years!" Orion spoke aloud, though thinking in silence as well.
Damn..to think, it's only been a few weeks since I encountered Colibowa..hu hu hu. And now Gonamü is here. Amazing..!
Orion looked down before gazing at his old ally. Nodding, and without another word, Orion crouched down and got ready in his battle stance. His old friend doing the same and understanding what they were born to do- A battle! And a battle was about ready to be thrown down. Orion and Gonamü looking at one another with serious eyes and nodding simultaneously at one another. Both of the men darting towards each other, the skies and air darkening and their bodies turning into nothing bit shades and afterimages of themselves.
Literal bangs of Ki erupted from their collision, Orion using a hard rush attack of a dozen punches and licks to his opponents side before using a snap vanish-esque technique to move to his side and get onto his back,kicking him higher up with the strong use of his legs. Gonamü sent flying upward only for Orion to dash forward and meet him in the skies to use a concentrated Kiai to push him forward. Once more meeting him across to give a devastating sucker punch. The attack connected with ease, though Gonamü twisting around and chuckling as he countered Orion.
Catching his fist and slapping around his opponent. Orion accepting the attack and deciding when to attack. Though being much too late as he was flung across back into the Tournament floor with a nasty crash. The Saiyan groaning as he recovered the best he could, getting onto his hands and knees only for Gonamü to stomp on his spine mercilessly. Orion screaming in agony as his opponent's power level, albeit unread, was a high 12,231. The grounded Saiyan was grasped tightly by his hair,pulled up and smashed back into the tourney grounds. It was truly invigorating.
Gonamü made no hesitating movements to ending Orion: Grabbing him back up and giving a brutal jab to Orion's temple. The Saiyan groaning in pain again. His aura had sparked some, going once and twice before he opened his eyes wide and smirked devilishly. Orion smashing his fist in the other's center. Gonamü stunned and allowing Orion to combo him into submission. Head-butting him after landing an initial couple of blows to his face, center and dropping him through the sweep of the leg. Orion curb stomped him without much hesitation to knock out his opponent for the thirty seconds required to win a battle.
The Saiyan laughed at his victory, helping up Gonamü and locking hands in the act of good sportsmanship. It was quite obvious that Orion slipped from his early recession of battle. His blood was boiling once more!