Post by Pracross Yendatta on Aug 13, 2017 18:21:06 GMT
Thread PL: 3,250 Suppressed to: 3,250
In SPACE...
"Ugggggh, how long is this trip again? Why doesn't this interface work right, exactly how old is this thing?!" Pracross typed furiously into the space pod keyboard, creating a nice rhythmic tone with every tap. He had been in space for approximately 30 hours and 10 minutes, or at least that's what the computer says, but Pracross no longer trust's the computer. "I swear, we're not even heading the right direction are we?!" He slams his fist into his leg, trying to avoid any damage to the ship, for all he knew, it could break and have the boy flying out in space in seconds and, typically, most people don't survive in space without proper training or gear, and as he has been trained before, he was never trained to survive space. Maybe when he gets to Earth, he could find someone like that?
Another 10 minutes pass and Pracross is slumped over, asleep in his chair. Since the pod was so cramped, he couldn't lay out, like he was hoping he could, but he didn't have enough money, so now, here he is. The moment of peace was nice, not having to worry about his previous life on Vegeta, it's just him and space. The boy had felt guilty before he had to shoot off to space, for he had almost talked himself out of saying goodbye to his mother, but he decided to drop the idea and try to forget about it. She'd probably like him out of the house a good, long while anyways.
But the don't didn't have to worry about that now, he has to worry about the siren blaring in his ear. "BZZZZZZZRT! BWOOOOOO! BWOOOOOO! BWOOOOOO! WARNING! DESTINATION REACHED! FAILURE TO OPEN EMERGENCY LANDING PROCEDURES! PLEASE PREPARE FOR CRASH LANDING!" The boy woke up to his rude awakening, holding his ears. "A crash WHAT?" The ship was hurdling itself to the Earth's surface, without any means to slow it down. Pracross was freaking out, knowing well enough he's most likely about to die from the crash. "EXPECTED CRASH TIME... 7... 6... 5..." The boy had a heart attack, figuratively, anyways. He didn't know it'd be so soon, he didn't have any time time to prepare for his land. "frick frick 4 FRICK FRICK 3 FRICK" That's when Pracross saw it, a pull-string that was labeled "Emergency Internal Life Support". The boy didn't stop to thing about it, he grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as he could, but he didn't see what happened, from the pod collided with Earth and the boy blacked out from the impact.
On Earth, 6 Hours later...
I'm dead... I'm totally dead thought Pracross. He was still in the space pod, eyes shut tight. He gulped as he moved his hands to his body and touched his chest, realizing he still had a body, making him gasp. He licked his lips and hesitantly opened his eyed, releasing a shaky breath. He was alive! The cord he had pulled released air bags around the entire pod, saving his life. Pracross didn't take long to determine why the man didn't bother mentioning the string to him before, he just sat up and looked at the container labeled "For Earth". "Ah, yes, here were go!" The case was meant to hold capsules, so it wasn't that big. The boy put it under his arms as he releases his safety belt. Time to get out of this damned thing...
Pracross leaned up and pressed the button to open the capsule, but it failed. The boy growled and press it again. Stuck, but Pracross would not be defeated by a mere door! He leaned back into the scene and put one foot on the door frame for support and with his spare foot, WHAM! He kicked the door as hard as he could, barely budging it, so he tries again. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Every kick dented the door a little more each time, and after just a few more hits, the door swung open, bringing in the fresh air. Pracross climbed out at looked at his armor and sighs, crossing his arms, now seeing how cracked and broken it was from the previous battle and the landing, this means he would have to look for new clothes, maybe he could find a store or something of the sort... Oh, right the capsules, maybe there's something in there for him!
Pracross put the case on ground and opened it up, revealing 4 capsules. They were labeled individually, the first was an old spare space pod he could use in case of emergency, the second was "Zeni", the third was food, and the final was "Spare training suit", so that he could wear comfortable clothes for when he does train, but that's not important now, Pracross was starving and the opportunity for food was here, so he popped open the food capsule, tons of delicious Saiyan foods appear, making him even excited to dig in. The boy shoved the spare capsules into the container and sat down,criss-cross style. He claps his hands together and rubs them as he licks his lips, then holds them above the food, deciding what he wants more. God it all looks so good! He squeals with excitement as he starts to chow down, scarfing down the first few items he grabs.
Then it all came crashing down. He had eaten too much too fast and his stomach pain was terrible. He grabbed his gut and rolled around, letting out one big burp, suddenly feeling much better. "Phew... That hurt!" He laughs to himself and is about to continue eating when he hears a snarl from a near by gathering of trees. "Heh?" The boy stands up, putting his hands to his waist. "Who's there? Are you one of those 'Hoo-mans?'" As he spoke, a pack of wolves wander out, looking for a meal to eat, seeing the fresh food on the ground... and right in front of them... "You guys are Earthlings? I thought they were supposed to look like Saiyans, just without the tail..." The boy points at one of the wolves and tips his head. "Or are you one of those dog creatures i hear they're so fond of? Oh, wait, what were those variations of dogs...? The wild ones, great hunters, super fluffy, yadda yadda... uhhh... Camel? Are you guys camels?"
The wolves snarl and circle around Pracross, who sighs and crosses his arms. "Jeez, guys, it was just a joke..." The leader of the wolves charges for the boys legs, mouth open wide for a bite. "Hmm?" Pracross kicks the wolf in the side, sending it into the pod. He looks down at the rest of the wolves, scratching their claws against the ground, ready to attack. "Did you not just see what i did to that guy? Aren't you supposed to disperse or something?" They weren't listening, for obvious reasons. They each charged at him, attacking him at once, but the number didn't stop him. Pracross grabbed one wolf by the neck and tossed it away, turning to another set and sweeping them across, and before the others could catch him, he flew up and crossed his arms. They sure wanted him dead, for the wolves jumping as high as they could to reach him. Parry hated to waist such a good meal, but he wasn't going to kill a bunch of animals just because he couldn't finish lunch. He assumed it was time to find a city, and just his luck, there was one not too far in the distance!
It was time to explore Earth, and maybe find some real clothes...
WC: 1279 words
Taking Zeni from the Money Capsule
In SPACE...
"Ugggggh, how long is this trip again? Why doesn't this interface work right, exactly how old is this thing?!" Pracross typed furiously into the space pod keyboard, creating a nice rhythmic tone with every tap. He had been in space for approximately 30 hours and 10 minutes, or at least that's what the computer says, but Pracross no longer trust's the computer. "I swear, we're not even heading the right direction are we?!" He slams his fist into his leg, trying to avoid any damage to the ship, for all he knew, it could break and have the boy flying out in space in seconds and, typically, most people don't survive in space without proper training or gear, and as he has been trained before, he was never trained to survive space. Maybe when he gets to Earth, he could find someone like that?
Another 10 minutes pass and Pracross is slumped over, asleep in his chair. Since the pod was so cramped, he couldn't lay out, like he was hoping he could, but he didn't have enough money, so now, here he is. The moment of peace was nice, not having to worry about his previous life on Vegeta, it's just him and space. The boy had felt guilty before he had to shoot off to space, for he had almost talked himself out of saying goodbye to his mother, but he decided to drop the idea and try to forget about it. She'd probably like him out of the house a good, long while anyways.
But the don't didn't have to worry about that now, he has to worry about the siren blaring in his ear. "BZZZZZZZRT! BWOOOOOO! BWOOOOOO! BWOOOOOO! WARNING! DESTINATION REACHED! FAILURE TO OPEN EMERGENCY LANDING PROCEDURES! PLEASE PREPARE FOR CRASH LANDING!" The boy woke up to his rude awakening, holding his ears. "A crash WHAT?" The ship was hurdling itself to the Earth's surface, without any means to slow it down. Pracross was freaking out, knowing well enough he's most likely about to die from the crash. "EXPECTED CRASH TIME... 7... 6... 5..." The boy had a heart attack, figuratively, anyways. He didn't know it'd be so soon, he didn't have any time time to prepare for his land. "frick frick 4 FRICK FRICK 3 FRICK" That's when Pracross saw it, a pull-string that was labeled "Emergency Internal Life Support". The boy didn't stop to thing about it, he grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as he could, but he didn't see what happened, from the pod collided with Earth and the boy blacked out from the impact.
On Earth, 6 Hours later...
I'm dead... I'm totally dead thought Pracross. He was still in the space pod, eyes shut tight. He gulped as he moved his hands to his body and touched his chest, realizing he still had a body, making him gasp. He licked his lips and hesitantly opened his eyed, releasing a shaky breath. He was alive! The cord he had pulled released air bags around the entire pod, saving his life. Pracross didn't take long to determine why the man didn't bother mentioning the string to him before, he just sat up and looked at the container labeled "For Earth". "Ah, yes, here were go!" The case was meant to hold capsules, so it wasn't that big. The boy put it under his arms as he releases his safety belt. Time to get out of this damned thing...
Pracross leaned up and pressed the button to open the capsule, but it failed. The boy growled and press it again. Stuck, but Pracross would not be defeated by a mere door! He leaned back into the scene and put one foot on the door frame for support and with his spare foot, WHAM! He kicked the door as hard as he could, barely budging it, so he tries again. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Every kick dented the door a little more each time, and after just a few more hits, the door swung open, bringing in the fresh air. Pracross climbed out at looked at his armor and sighs, crossing his arms, now seeing how cracked and broken it was from the previous battle and the landing, this means he would have to look for new clothes, maybe he could find a store or something of the sort... Oh, right the capsules, maybe there's something in there for him!
Pracross put the case on ground and opened it up, revealing 4 capsules. They were labeled individually, the first was an old spare space pod he could use in case of emergency, the second was "Zeni", the third was food, and the final was "Spare training suit", so that he could wear comfortable clothes for when he does train, but that's not important now, Pracross was starving and the opportunity for food was here, so he popped open the food capsule, tons of delicious Saiyan foods appear, making him even excited to dig in. The boy shoved the spare capsules into the container and sat down,criss-cross style. He claps his hands together and rubs them as he licks his lips, then holds them above the food, deciding what he wants more. God it all looks so good! He squeals with excitement as he starts to chow down, scarfing down the first few items he grabs.
Then it all came crashing down. He had eaten too much too fast and his stomach pain was terrible. He grabbed his gut and rolled around, letting out one big burp, suddenly feeling much better. "Phew... That hurt!" He laughs to himself and is about to continue eating when he hears a snarl from a near by gathering of trees. "Heh?" The boy stands up, putting his hands to his waist. "Who's there? Are you one of those 'Hoo-mans?'" As he spoke, a pack of wolves wander out, looking for a meal to eat, seeing the fresh food on the ground... and right in front of them... "You guys are Earthlings? I thought they were supposed to look like Saiyans, just without the tail..." The boy points at one of the wolves and tips his head. "Or are you one of those dog creatures i hear they're so fond of? Oh, wait, what were those variations of dogs...? The wild ones, great hunters, super fluffy, yadda yadda... uhhh... Camel? Are you guys camels?"
The wolves snarl and circle around Pracross, who sighs and crosses his arms. "Jeez, guys, it was just a joke..." The leader of the wolves charges for the boys legs, mouth open wide for a bite. "Hmm?" Pracross kicks the wolf in the side, sending it into the pod. He looks down at the rest of the wolves, scratching their claws against the ground, ready to attack. "Did you not just see what i did to that guy? Aren't you supposed to disperse or something?" They weren't listening, for obvious reasons. They each charged at him, attacking him at once, but the number didn't stop him. Pracross grabbed one wolf by the neck and tossed it away, turning to another set and sweeping them across, and before the others could catch him, he flew up and crossed his arms. They sure wanted him dead, for the wolves jumping as high as they could to reach him. Parry hated to waist such a good meal, but he wasn't going to kill a bunch of animals just because he couldn't finish lunch. He assumed it was time to find a city, and just his luck, there was one not too far in the distance!
It was time to explore Earth, and maybe find some real clothes...
WC: 1279 words
Taking Zeni from the Money Capsule