Post by Fizz on May 23, 2017 1:10:00 GMT
Now back at home after a long and frigid trip to the North, Fizz threw his bags and coat on his cot in his apartment. A giant bruise had started to form on his side after his ‘showdown’ with Sai.
“Some fight I was. Poor guy was probably bored the whole time. I know I would have if I were him.” The saiyan plopped down on his bed next his bags and began to stare at the blank white ceiling overhead. His appetite was gone, which was unusual, but he knew why. Fizz gripped his hand in frustration.
Some fight I was is right. If I can’t even take two hits, who am I gonna be able to stand up against?
Fizz rolled off his cot, and went into his bathroom to change. When he pulled his tee, his bruise was larger than he remembered. Spanning his stomach up his left armpit, the discoloration make Fizz recall his encounter with Sai once more. Fizz gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the sink top, cracking it a bit.
“Damn it.” He said, reaching for the gauze in the cabinet to wrap up his wound. He was tired of thinking about that. It was time to act. It was time to get stronger. After wrapping up his wound, Fizz swapped out his cold resistant closing for more comfortable training gear- a light grey tank top with kanji across the front, and light colored blue gym shorts. Fizz’s old, beat up sneakers squeaked as he made his way outside the apartment complex and onto the street. The frustration he felt was evident on his face apparently, as the people he passed by on the sidewalk displayed strange faces towards him. Soon enough, Fizz made his way to the shoreline, scouting the beach for a spot to begin his training. But first, he needed someone to help him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied someone familiar. Her hair was held up, but instead of a business suit, she was wearing a bright yellow swimsuit basking in the sun. Fizz made his way up her, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Hey it’s Jazz, right? Could you do a little favor for me if you’ve got some time?” The girl turned to face, taking off her sunglasses and revealing a slightly sunburnt face.
“Hey, it’s the super strong guy! Sure, I’m not here with anyone. Got to pay you back somehow, right?” Fizz led the girl over to the other side of the beach where there were more rocks and stone around than sand. Fizz picked up as many stones as he could from the area and piled them up in front of the girl. Perplexed, Jazz raised an eyebrow at Fizz.
“What exactly do you want me to do, Fizz?” Gira grabbed a stone from the pile and held it in bold hands while awaiting the saiyan answer.
“So I’m going to stand over here…” Fizz stated, moving himself over to the opposing side of the clearing of rocks and stones.
“Now, when I say so, I want you to throw those stones in different directions as hard as you can, you understand? Everytime I miss a miss a stone, I want you throw another one at me without warning, okay?” Jazz was confused, but nodded her head and insisted on helping Fizz out. Jazz reared back her arm, stone in hand, ready to throw any minute. Fizz breath in and exhaled loudly. He was ready. Jazz launched the first stone up towards the air above the saiyan, in which Fizz pounced up and shattered the stone with a quick jab. After the remains of the rock fell to the ground, another came flying through the air, lower to the ground than the boy was. Fizz launched himself towards the stone, and kicked it into a nearby cliff, creating a small crater in it. As Fizz descended to the ground, Jazz threw another rock, this one aimed at Fizz. He caught it with ease, crushing it in his hand.
“Alright, this is just a little too easy for me. Throw as many as you can as hard and as fast as you can, Jazz.” The human smiled as Fizz’s remark.
“I’ll have you know that I played softball for nine years, so I can throw quite hard. I suggest you watch out then, Mr. Martial Artist.” Jazz gripped too stones in her hands, throwing each of them in opposing directions. After the two stones began to glide through the air, she picked up up three more and threw them straight up towards the sky. Fizz was startled at how many rocks the girl through, but he looked forward to this small challenge. Learning to act strategically was one of the first steps towards being a capable fighter. Fizz raised his hand as the right moving stone, shooting a small ki blast at it, destroying it on impact. The saiyan dashed toward the other gliding stone, grabbing it and chucking it at one of the others Jazz threw straight up, destroying back. Fizz dashed to catch another one, and as he did, he heard the last stone hit the ground. As Fizz turned his head, a stone zipped by his head, a lot faster than the others were, and hit the dirt behind him. This training exercise was going to change very quickly. As soon as the stone hit the dirt, Jazz sent another one zooming straight as Fizz’s head, which he flipped backwards to avoid. The next stone hit him square in the forehead, startling him a bit. Fizz stood back on his foot, rubbing his forehead just a bit. The look in Jazz’s eyes was different, almost like she wanted to show Fizz up. Quickly, she started throwing rocks at an alarming speed, the stones flying like bullets for Fizz to deal with. He knew he couldn’t evade them at such a close range. As the first stone approached the boy, his aura exploded, destroying the rocks that came in close proximity of the boy. Jazz would not let up, and Fizz’s aura burned bigger and bigger in an attempt to hold off the rocky onslaught. Soon enough, the rock throwing stopped, and Fizz’s burning aura faded away. Jazz, panting for air, fell onto her knees, her eyes closed. Fizz exhaled loudly. That was a great way to start training.
“Thanks a lot. I can definitely tell you play ball. I don’t think I ever seen anyone throw anything that hard before! So, same time next week, right?” Upon hearing Fizz’s comment, Jaza collapsed onto the ground. There was no way she was keeping up with this guy.
“Uh, hello? Are you alright?”
“Some fight I was. Poor guy was probably bored the whole time. I know I would have if I were him.” The saiyan plopped down on his bed next his bags and began to stare at the blank white ceiling overhead. His appetite was gone, which was unusual, but he knew why. Fizz gripped his hand in frustration.
Some fight I was is right. If I can’t even take two hits, who am I gonna be able to stand up against?
Fizz rolled off his cot, and went into his bathroom to change. When he pulled his tee, his bruise was larger than he remembered. Spanning his stomach up his left armpit, the discoloration make Fizz recall his encounter with Sai once more. Fizz gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the sink top, cracking it a bit.
“Damn it.” He said, reaching for the gauze in the cabinet to wrap up his wound. He was tired of thinking about that. It was time to act. It was time to get stronger. After wrapping up his wound, Fizz swapped out his cold resistant closing for more comfortable training gear- a light grey tank top with kanji across the front, and light colored blue gym shorts. Fizz’s old, beat up sneakers squeaked as he made his way outside the apartment complex and onto the street. The frustration he felt was evident on his face apparently, as the people he passed by on the sidewalk displayed strange faces towards him. Soon enough, Fizz made his way to the shoreline, scouting the beach for a spot to begin his training. But first, he needed someone to help him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied someone familiar. Her hair was held up, but instead of a business suit, she was wearing a bright yellow swimsuit basking in the sun. Fizz made his way up her, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Hey it’s Jazz, right? Could you do a little favor for me if you’ve got some time?” The girl turned to face, taking off her sunglasses and revealing a slightly sunburnt face.
“Hey, it’s the super strong guy! Sure, I’m not here with anyone. Got to pay you back somehow, right?” Fizz led the girl over to the other side of the beach where there were more rocks and stone around than sand. Fizz picked up as many stones as he could from the area and piled them up in front of the girl. Perplexed, Jazz raised an eyebrow at Fizz.
“What exactly do you want me to do, Fizz?” Gira grabbed a stone from the pile and held it in bold hands while awaiting the saiyan answer.
“So I’m going to stand over here…” Fizz stated, moving himself over to the opposing side of the clearing of rocks and stones.
“Now, when I say so, I want you to throw those stones in different directions as hard as you can, you understand? Everytime I miss a miss a stone, I want you throw another one at me without warning, okay?” Jazz was confused, but nodded her head and insisted on helping Fizz out. Jazz reared back her arm, stone in hand, ready to throw any minute. Fizz breath in and exhaled loudly. He was ready. Jazz launched the first stone up towards the air above the saiyan, in which Fizz pounced up and shattered the stone with a quick jab. After the remains of the rock fell to the ground, another came flying through the air, lower to the ground than the boy was. Fizz launched himself towards the stone, and kicked it into a nearby cliff, creating a small crater in it. As Fizz descended to the ground, Jazz threw another rock, this one aimed at Fizz. He caught it with ease, crushing it in his hand.
“Alright, this is just a little too easy for me. Throw as many as you can as hard and as fast as you can, Jazz.” The human smiled as Fizz’s remark.
“I’ll have you know that I played softball for nine years, so I can throw quite hard. I suggest you watch out then, Mr. Martial Artist.” Jazz gripped too stones in her hands, throwing each of them in opposing directions. After the two stones began to glide through the air, she picked up up three more and threw them straight up towards the sky. Fizz was startled at how many rocks the girl through, but he looked forward to this small challenge. Learning to act strategically was one of the first steps towards being a capable fighter. Fizz raised his hand as the right moving stone, shooting a small ki blast at it, destroying it on impact. The saiyan dashed toward the other gliding stone, grabbing it and chucking it at one of the others Jazz threw straight up, destroying back. Fizz dashed to catch another one, and as he did, he heard the last stone hit the ground. As Fizz turned his head, a stone zipped by his head, a lot faster than the others were, and hit the dirt behind him. This training exercise was going to change very quickly. As soon as the stone hit the dirt, Jazz sent another one zooming straight as Fizz’s head, which he flipped backwards to avoid. The next stone hit him square in the forehead, startling him a bit. Fizz stood back on his foot, rubbing his forehead just a bit. The look in Jazz’s eyes was different, almost like she wanted to show Fizz up. Quickly, she started throwing rocks at an alarming speed, the stones flying like bullets for Fizz to deal with. He knew he couldn’t evade them at such a close range. As the first stone approached the boy, his aura exploded, destroying the rocks that came in close proximity of the boy. Jazz would not let up, and Fizz’s aura burned bigger and bigger in an attempt to hold off the rocky onslaught. Soon enough, the rock throwing stopped, and Fizz’s burning aura faded away. Jazz, panting for air, fell onto her knees, her eyes closed. Fizz exhaled loudly. That was a great way to start training.
“Thanks a lot. I can definitely tell you play ball. I don’t think I ever seen anyone throw anything that hard before! So, same time next week, right?” Upon hearing Fizz’s comment, Jaza collapsed onto the ground. There was no way she was keeping up with this guy.
“Uh, hello? Are you alright?”