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Post by Purika on Sept 13, 2017 12:41:39 GMT
It was yet another day in hell, if hell even had days. From what Purika could tell, it seemed like it was always the same time here. Today, he would be training again. It was all he had to do and all he wanted to do. Recently, he finished constructing his house, having a place to sleep except for the outside in a tree or something. He even made himself a bed for comfort, which was much better than sleeping on a tree branch. It was located near his training zone, or the gravity field, so he could get there quickly.
Currently, he was laying in his bed, taking a nap for who knows how long. He didn't have a clock or anything, since there was really no need. He shuffled around under his sheet as he woke up, one eyelid opening after the other slowly. He turned onto his back, looking at the ceiling above him before sitting up and facing his door. He yawned, stretching in process before moving the sheets from on top of him and getting out of his bed.
"Time to do some training." he said to himself. Purika grabbed his folded jumpsuit off of his table and put one leg in it after the other and pulling it up. He looked around for his armor, wondering where he put it. He found it at the foot of his bed. He grabbed it and slipped it on top of him, he was ready to go now. Exiting his room and finishing whatever else he had to do, he exited his home. Now being fully conscious, he grunted, triggering his mastered super saiyan form in the process. His hair quickly flickered from black to blonde, and his pupils from dark brown to a bluish-green color.
Mastering the super saiyan form was far more efficient and useful than not. He could stay in it all day if he wanted. His golden aura flared out around him as he shot from the ground into the sky, soaring for his training area. It didn't take him long before he made it there. It was quite a notice-able place. Setting himself down on the edge of the gravity, he did some stretches to prepare himself. Once he felt ready, he stepped into the gravity as it started building up.
First, he started off with a few push ups and squats. He never could've imagined he'd started to get used to something like this. After reaching the desired number of push up and squats, the real training could begin. He stood there, looking around before he began training. Then he looked up, seeing something that caused him to freeze up. It was some sort of object, what was it? His heart then started pumping faster. As his mind raced, a transformation began.
Transforming into an Oozaru? In hell?!
Purika's mouth elongated, his teeth sharpening as his body bulked up and swelled in size. There was no stopping it now. Hair started growing rapidly on his body, his eyes turning into a red color as his body continued expanding. As his body expanded his clothes and armor did too as well. Brown fur had completely encased his body, before he reached his maximum size, the transformation being complete.
Purika was in full control of his form, which was good. But, there was no point in using it when he had super saiyan. Wondering what to do, an idea came to his mind. A sly grin formed on his elongated mouth. Use super saiyan while he was in his Oozaru form. It sounded crazy, but he was willing to try it. It shouldn't be that hard. Shifting his legs apart and hunching over, he roared out as his red aura burst out around him.
Rocks and pieces from the ground hovered into the air, lifted by the force emitting from him. As he roared out, he kept pushing. His fur began to start flickering from brown to golden and back. It was working! Power emitted from him, almost surpassing his power in his mastered super saiyan state!
And with one final push, his power exploded and his aura went into a frenzy as it turned golden. An earthquake shook the land as his brown fur turned into a yellow color. His power had reached higher than ever before! Yes, he'd done it! But...
He'd lost all control.
The power had gone to his head.
He had turned into a mindless beast, but one more powerful than any other.
Purika roared out, producing a strong shockwave that blew anything in its path into smithereens. While he roared, a red light emitted from his maw, followed by a massive destructive red beam that was surrounded in electricity. It quickly shot off into the distance, and once it made impact it made a large explosion that rocked the land. Was anyone nearby to stop him? Or was it hopeless?
PL: 203,197 Super Oozaru PL: 4,470,334
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Lo
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Post by Lo on Oct 5, 2017 17:02:54 GMT
Lo mein would be wandering hell carrying his wagon of fireworks selling to people on the street, but today there was a full moon many of the older saiyan's down in hell have been transforming into ozarus and have been horsing around but it seemed they all disappeared from the area. As lo would go to hand a small box of snappers to a little boy the ground began to shake the kids stopped playing the shopkeepers walked outside there was an ozaru not far from town, but this was no regular ozaru this was a.. a.. super saiyan ozaru as the kids began to scream hiding behind there parents lo would stand it would seem it was his time to attempt to stop this crazy thing. Lo would grab a couple of the expensive artillery fireworks flying over getting them into position to fire at the ozaru and to hopefully keep this creature distracted until the transformation broke. He would tie all the artillery shells together lighting the fuse it would fire the artillery shells straight for the ozaru and lo would begin to charge his attack Dirty fireworks ------ 1/3 kp 1716 pl charged Purika
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Post by Tomoka on Oct 6, 2017 21:33:53 GMT
-Taking upon a New, Monstrous Form-
-Thread PL: 78,453-
-KP: 2/3-
The fight had left him tired. While he had recovered, and he had spent the past two days trying to regain his stamina, he would constantly fall into a sleep, unable to train, unable to search for the Arcosian he had left. Looking back, it was a rather foolish plan. What was the chance that it would succeed? What was the chance that he would finally gain another comrade, after spending MONTHS in hell? From the pessimistic stand point, it was impossible. He'd beaten the man to a point that would've killed them, if they hadn't already been struck down. He'd insulted him, he'd reminded him of a defeat that, if it hadn't put him here, it would've left him broken, physically and psychologically.
And than, their was his optimistic side. The one that reminded him that the Arcosian and Tomoka were soldiers. That they not only fought because they were ordered to, but because it's what they enjoyed doing. It was what they were MEANT to do, and it's what they did do, and it's what they would keep doing. That was something he knew, and that his enemy knew. And in the end, both of them wanted revenge on a certain Saiyan bitch, who decided that they would die. Of course, when they had what they wanted, it wouldn't matter what had happened before. She would be doomed.
And as he thought these thoughts, he would suddenly feel a pull... and hear a roar. The pull was obviously the pull of an incredibly strong power, most likely emanating from... a challenge. At this, Tomoka suddenly felt a spark go through him. A challenge, as always, was what he needed to jump start him once more, and to make him feel awake, alive, and ready to tear the world asunder.
With those thoughts in mind, Tomoka sped off, hopping into the air and flying in the direction of the power, the direction of his challenge. What could it be? There was a roar, a spike in power. What could it mean? What...
Tomoka's answer was clear, as he flew passed the summit of a mountain... right before it was disintegrated by a blast of ki. Shooting forward, it nearly having grazed him, it would come into contact with the mountain microseconds later, and microseconds after that, it disappeared. Tomoka would stare, realizing that the mountain was probably... a mile wide? Sure, he could make that blast, but there'd have been an explosion. There'd have been something left over. But, where the blast had struck, near the summit...
The entirety of it was gone, and as Tomoka rounded his head, he saw; a goliath. A massive, possibly two HUNDRED foot tall Oozaru, with golden fur. He had seen this once, barely even heard of it. Oh, how so few had come as far as this, how so few, even amongst The Saiyan elites, the Super Saiyans. Tomoka was witnessing the birth of a Super Oozaru.
He had come for a challenge. He had come for a way to become stronger. He had come for a way to test his limits. And now, he was enthralled. THIS was what he had been waiting for! While it wasn't Xylo, fighting with all he had, while it wasn't Queen Habana, and it sure as hell wasn't the only woman that mattered, it was a challenge, and he was all to happy to accept. He would summon forth his ki, a raging inferno of red energy, erupting around him, preparing to make the first move. It wouldn't take long for his presence to be known, and he didn't know who this guy was, so he hoped that when he escaped, it would be before he transformed back. Or, maybe another training partner could be gained. Who knew. All that mattered now was the fight ahead.
Alright! Let's get this thing rolling!
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Post by Purika on Oct 7, 2017 14:33:12 GMT
The Golden Oozaru was on a rampage, trampling the ground with his mighty feet and knocking over natural structures with his massive fists. His tail swung around behind him, whipping at the air behind him. He rose his giant fist into the air, preparing to send it down over a pillar of rocks to smash them. That action was interrupted when something hit him. Something relatively weak. It was some fireworks, which barely did any damage but did distract him a little bit.
The flashing lights distracted him, and some of the sparks from the fireworks got into his eyes. He roared out, stumbling back as he rubbed his now sheltered eyes. Alongside the roar, another red beam shot out from his maw and headed in the general direction of where he would assume the fireworks came from. The beam was not very accurate, hitting the ground near where the fireworks came from.
Purika didn't take too long to recover. As he closed his maw, he opened his eyelids, one red eye peeking out before the other. Purika snarled, that really pissed him off. He began walking towards where the fireworks were coming from, before something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a red aura emitting from someone. This one... this was stronger than the other one that'd shot the fireworks at him.
The stronger they were, the more fun. If Purika were in his regular state, he would've recognized the person that bore the aura as the saiyan Tomoka. But no, Purika was not in control at the moment. His primal instincts took control. He quickly crouched before springing forward towards the saiyan, roaring and throwing a fist forward as he approached.
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Post by Tomoka on Nov 1, 2017 12:42:13 GMT
|Taking Upon a New, Monstrous Form|
Thread PL: 78,453
KP: 3/3
With his energy spiking to it’s maximum potential, Tomoka had never felt more powerful. If he had never been convinced that he could become a Super Saiyan, that changed today. The power he felt practically erased any form of doubt within him, and it was GLORIOUS. “AHAHAHAAHA! This is amazing, AMAZING!” He shouted, before firing a string of blasts directly at the great, golden ape before him. Below him, however, he would see a figure that he wasn’t all to sure of whether it was familiar or not. But, when he saw the firework like attacks shoot directly at the oozaru, he easily figured it out. It was that ghost trying to sell fireworks again! “Goddamnit…” he muttered, but before he could continue, he heard an even louder series of roars from the ape. Turning, he would spot the fist flying at him, at let out a curse before flying out of the way, narrowly escaping the attack that would’ve ended the fight immediately. “FUCK! How fast is this bastard? He’s a giant ape, but he moves like a space pod.” He cursed, gritting his teeth. “No matter. My attacks won’t do much against him, but they’ll slow him down! If I get his eyes, his joints, maybe his grown if he’s a he, than it’ll be too much for him. If I can push Lord Xylo, than some random ape is nothing.” He hissed, refocusing his ki. The ape was frenzied more than usual, and the fact that he had abnormally high speed didn’t help the situation. Bringing the ape down would be a challenge of epic proportions, and now, even with all his confidence and strength, there was still the underlying fear. The fear that no amount of precision attacks could bring down the beast… Not in his current state. Tomoka’s power was strong, yes, but the ape itself was most likely even stronger in his base form. With this much raw power, nothing Tomoka could do in enough time would grant him victory. But, there was one way… Tomoka looked up at the sky, searching. While the oozaru would have to right itself, get back up, and attack once more, Tomoka would frantically searching for the moon. Even a glimpse would cause him to be unable to rip his eyes away, and the transformation would begin. This monster’s power was in the millions, but he could bring his into the hundreds of thousands. The difference was, Tomoka would retain his mind, while this beast would be rampaging, unable to land a proper hit on him, while he fired shots ten times more powerful than normal at important points… and bring the monster down. Finally, he caught a glimpse of a light. Slowly he looked at it, cocking his head. “What the hell?” He would ask to none, before he would suddenly begin to feel a pulling sensation, relaxing him. “That’s… no moon…” he would whisper, before his voice trailed off completely. Tomoka would float there, his pupils having dilated, and turned a bright, amber red color. But this was only the beginning. Slowly, he’d begin to move again, this time a low growl coming from deep within his throat, as his pupils disappeared completely. He would snarl, clenching his fists, as his muscles began to expand, and furr would begin to sprout all over his body. His muscles stretched and expanded, his teeth sharpened, and his eyes began to glow an even deeper, more terrifying red. The armor stretched with him, and soon, the Saiyan ape would land on the ground, fists clenched, looking downwards, breathing heavily. But, finally, it would look up, and over to the wild oozaru before it. It’s lips would curl back into a smile, a wicked laugh escaping it’s throat, before it spoak. “It’s been to long…” A deep, overpowering voice would growl, the oozaru standing up straight. Tomoka had entered the oozaru state, and his confidence had only grown. The laugh he had let out would return, turning into a booming cackle, before looking directly at his opponent, cracking his knuckles. “Now that the playing field is a bit more leveled…” he would say, getting into a stance, the ground booming, “Let the games BEGIN!”
Tomoka has gained access to the oozaru state, and thanks to previous training, he's fully self aware, with a hint of bloodlust added. Former PL: 78,453 Transformed PL: 784,530 While there's still a big gap between the two oozarus, one of them can think while fighting, sooooooooooo who knows how it'll go! Purika Lo
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Post by Purika on Nov 4, 2017 16:27:55 GMT
Purika's giant fist hurled towards his saiyan opponent. It looked like it was sure to hit him, considering how fast Purika was even though he was huge. That wasn't the case though, as the saiyan had managed to barely dodge his fist. His massive body continued to fly forward for a second or so until he slammed his hands down onto the ground. He did the same with his feet, skidding across the ground. He slowed down as his fingers and toes that were identical to hands dug into the ground, causing him to come to a halt. His tough skin took no damage from this act.
He growled, he had missed his target. He pushed himself up from his quadrupedal stance, rising up to his bipedal stance once more. He turned around, his red eyes locking onto the saiyan. The transformed Purika was going to strike again, but didn't do so as a result of what he was happening. His opponent was transforming into an Oozaru as well, to put up at least a little challenge. His opponent laughed, before speaking. In his transformed state, Purika payed no mind to what the saiyan was saying.
He snarled as he saw the other saiyan preparing for battle. Purika's massive arms and fists raised towards his head, his power building before he flung them out, his maw opening and unleashing a mighty roar in the process. This roar was louder than any roar that most likely anyone had heard before. This roar cracked the air, unleashing a powerful shock wave. It visibly rippled the air as it shot right for Tomoka. It'd be interesting to see how this battle would play out. If Purika were in his regular state of mind, he'd want this battle to have been a good one. But for now, his instincts were simply telling him to cause chaos and destruction.
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Post by Tomoka on Nov 22, 2017 20:41:26 GMT
|Taking Upon a New, Monstrous Form|
Thread PL: 78,453 x10 Oozaru= 784,530
For a moment, no sound or movement had come from either of the the two apes. But, it was broken quickly and totally by the ear crushing roar of the oozaru before him. Tomoka would flinch instinctively, gritting his teeth as his ears rang, bringing his furred arms forward to block the scream. Finally it would stop, and Tomoka would slowly bring his arms down, breathing heavily, hairs standing up on the back of his neck. Looking down, he would see that the scream had visibly pushed him. From below, he must’ve gone at least 200 feet backwards… The oozaru, fully aware of himself, would clench his fists, jagged claws digging into his palms. The strength of this ape was clear: even in this form, Tomoka was no match for the super oozaru with braun alone, but now, he feared that out thinking this monster wouldn’t even be enough. What strategy, what strength, what advantages could he exploit? Looking at his enemy, standing, feral look in his already maddened eyes, massive muscles, golden hair… and heavy breathing. “The blood… carries oxygen. Oxygen… it’s needed for… respiration. Without respiration, food can’t be converted into energy… no oxygen…” The cogs would turn in his mind, and as sound returned to him, he would begin to chuckle once more, a wicked, toothy grin flashing, the terrifying form of the oozaru only growing more gut wrenching. The breathing of the beast would grow louder, as Tomoka would take in as much oxygen into his lungs as he possibly could. “If that’s the strength of your scream…” he would say, almost silent, even with the increased size of his vocal chords, “YOUR PUNCHES MUST BE THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES!” All at once, he would yell, throwing himself forward at the beast. The ape wouldn’t attempt to dodge, that he knew, so any air that hadn’t been expended in the scream would be thrown from his lungs once his body collided with the Super Oozaru’s. It didn’t matter how much muscle he had, how strong his attacks were. Unless he was a corpse, he breathed, and if he couldn’t breathe, he’d soon be one. The goal, of course, wasn’t to kill him. No no, if that were the case, Tomoka would simply wait for the beast to attack, afterimage out of the way, and snap the golden ape’s neck. Not that it would matter: THIS WAS HELL. If his attack collided, than Tomoka would begin to knee up into the Oozaru’s chest, over and over again, never giving him a moment to recover. Every few seconds, a knee, directed up into his lungs, every ounce of strength, of AIR, sapped and expelled. Once he was drained enough, Tomoka would end the battle, and fire a blast at the ball of light that had caused this mayhem. For the first time, in his entire life, and afterlife, victory would belong to him, and only him. Knowing that, it probably made him charge twice as fast.
All your air are belong to us. Purika
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Post by Purika on Nov 28, 2017 1:00:46 GMT
His attack came into contact with the opposing ape, pushing him back. The golden ape breathed in and out, replenishing his maximum intake of oxygen back to the state it was before his powerful roar. He prepared to strike again as his opponent yelled out a statement that could be taken as a complement, but he paid it no mind. All his mind was wrapped around was destruction and battle, glorious battle.
The pause in battle ended when the opposing ape came hurling towards him. A low growl would be produced before his mouth opened, revealing his sharp fangs. He roared, but this roar wasn't on the level as the one before. It was weaker, but it was just a regular roar that came before something else. A red light came from his maw as ki formed during the roar. Almost an instant after the light was formed, a red beam shot out of his mouth.
It strung through the air towards the weaker ape, with the intent to explode upon contact.
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