Post by Mayze on Oct 24, 2017 1:40:29 GMT
It had been quite a while since Mayze had been active in Hell. He hadn’t done much, mostly just sitting around wallowing in his own self pity. He intended to escape; eventually. He just didn’t really have any clue as to how that monumental task could be accomplished. He knew it could be done; Xylo had done it after all. He had been waiting for that strange demon to show up again, but Mayze had yet to see him since their last meeting many months ago. The general was half tempted to seek him out, but he just had no clue where to start looking. It was honestly quite annoying that such a being would show up and then never appear again. The general wished he didn’t have to rely on the demon, but he had no ideas on what he should do with himself.
So instead, the warrior loafed around for the better part of a year. He hated himself for it, honest to god, but he was at a loss. His only motivation was vengeance, but what then? If he were to be honest to himself he really didn’t have any friends in the living world. His life was similar to that of a hermit; lonely. He’d kill Xylo and that’d be that, there’d be no other goals to reach. Sure, he still would have the hunger to battle and get stronger, but there wasn’t anyone near his power level. Those that had been surpassed him long ago and left him in the dust, and everyone else was far too weak.
God, hell was atrocious. He’d rather be on a long add diplomatic mission than suffer through this agonizing boringness. Which is ironic considering the many times he thought to himself he’d rather be dead while dealing with such events.
With a sigh, Mayze stood up from the rock he had been sitting on, and wandered off in a random direction.
Spotting something rather out of place from Hell’s typical scenery on the horizon, Mayze quickened his pace. As he came closer, what he had seen came into focus. A red pond of blood surrounded a small island with a tree in a middle of it. Said tree was different then most trees in hell, this tree actually looked alive with it’s green leaves and hanging fruit. Two ogre’s; one blue, one red; seemingly guarded the tree.
With a jolt the saiyan general realized where he was; the blood pond. It had been a very long time since he had been there. Somehow, despite the near infinite expanse of hell, he had managed to circle his way back here. It was almost as if the heavy hand of fate had guided him here.
The man closed his eyes, shoved his hands into his pockets, and gave a melancholic sigh as he moved forward, continuing his aimless journey through the landscapes of hell.
And then he stopped.
A sudden thought had come to mind. What if he ate a fruit?
It’s not that he was hungry; hunger didn’t exist in hell, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t long for the taste of food. He longed to savor the taste of an exquisitely cooked dish. He longed for the warmth and texture of food. It was a small thing, but maybe it would help him feel closer to life.
And so the soul whom had been walking along a lost path, moved forward and finally took his fate into his own hands.
Head held a high, arrogant smirk spread across his features, the saiyan turned on his heel, and made way for the pocket-sized island that sat in the middle of blood red water. He’d take the damn fruit by force. He was a super saiyan damnit! Nobody could defy his indomitable will!
The saiyan took to the air as he approached the crimson waters. He was only in the air momentarily before he touched down on the island. Mayze cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and slowly walked to the two ogre’s guarding the fruit. The ogre’s made no moves; only staring with unmoving, stone-cold expressions as Mayze approached them.
Crossed arms, head cocked to the side, the super saiyan spoke, “I’ll be needing one of those fruits now.”
The ogre’s both snorted, and burst out laughing. The blue one regained his composure first, “Oh, and just who do you think you are?”
The red ogre raised his chin, “You’re just a lowly resident of Hell. There’s no way we’re letting you get your filthy hands on King Yemma’s precious fruit.”
“Ye, swine like yourself don’t deserve not even a crumb of the Ensenji fruit.”
“You want, come get it.”
That explained why the fruit was so heavily protected. But why would Yemma grow his personal fruit in Hell of all places? A place like heaven seemed like it would be much more suited to the task. Heaven dwellers would have no reason to try and steal such a fruit.
Typically Mayze would rush in for a fight, but for now, he decided to bide his time. He didn’t have a clear gauge on the Ogre’s powers, and he didn’t want to get his ass handed too him. This might be his only chance to get his hands on one of the fruits too.
Mayze replied, “Yemma’s fruit huh? What’s so special about it? It’s just a simple fruit is it not?”
The blue ogre flared his nostrils, “It’s Yemma’s fruit! And we’re here to stop evil people like you from taking a bit outta it. That’s all there is to it!”
“Ye ye, it gives Yemma a bit of energy when he’s feelin’ tired. You think he could just sit in that chair judging people for all of eternity? Nah, he needs a pick me up every so often, and that’s what this fruit does!”
An energy boost? Mayze’s interest level spiked. If it was permanent boost in energy, it’d be very useful for him. If it could help him reach the next level of a super saiyan he would be able to crush Xylo like the bug he was.
“I see. Guess I shouldn’t mess with it huh?
“NOPE!!!”
He smiled, “Are you two brothers?”
Both of the ogres frowned. The blue one cocked his head, and spoke first, “What’s it to ya?”
The red ogre nodded his head, “Yea why do you care?”
“I’m just curious is all,” it seemed the two idiots had already forgotten about his demand for one of the fruits.
Both of the ogres gave the saiyan an appraising look over. Finished, they started to whisper amongst themselves. Mayze just idly stood by, waiting for the two to finish discussing whatever it was they were talking about.
Finally, the blue ogre cleared his throat, and gave an answer, “No we are not brothers. We don’t even look similar dumbo.”
Mayze idly shrugged his shoulders, flashed a slight grin, and replied, “Oh, my bad,” he paused for but a moment before continuing, “What’re your names, surely you have names?”
The red ogre was the first to answer him this time, “The name’s Mez, and I’m the fastest runner in hell. Ain’t nobody who can outright me. If ya so much as lay a finger on the tree I’ll be here before you can say Hell. Mhm, Mhm,” the ogre proceeded to jog in place as if to prove his point.
“And my name’s Goz. I’m the strongest ogre if ya don’t include the graceful King Yemma on the list,” the ogre flex his arms, “You seeing this muscles? One wallop from me and you’ll be done for that count. Won’t even need to count ta ten. You’ll be done for. Ye, I’ll bust your nose up real good. Yes I will.”
Mayze would never admit it, but he was enjoying this conversation even if it was rather tense. It had been a while since he’d spoken to someone without it immediately turning into a fight. It seemed the two would only act if he made some attempt to grab the fruit. He’d continue to bide his time, and tried to gather a bit more information.
“Hmph, well I guess I’ll stay on your good side then. Wouldn’t want to get my nose busted in by you,” he pursed his lips, “Has anyone else other than Yemma eaten the fruit?”
Both ogre’s fidgeted a bit, and an uncomfortable looks crossed their faces, Goz was the one to answer, “Well, there was one some thousand years ago. And uh, there’s been quite a lot recently. For some reason a lot of em have been women.”
Mez nodded, “Yep, Yemma ain’t been too happy with us. Also been lot a people escapin hell when they shouldn’t. I tell ye, training for the newbies is gonna get a lot harder here real soon.”
“That is a shame. I can’t imagine Yemma’s wrath at not being able to eat his precious fruit.”
“Oh you wouldn’t believe how mad he was after last time. Threatened to erase me from existence yes he did yessir.”
“How long have you been guarding the fruit?” Mayze was growing bored of the conversation. It was time for him to steal the fruit and skedaddle.
“Ah well, it’s been awhile. Ah gee, lemme think here,” the ogre began to mumble under his breath a bit before speaking up again, “Well, I’d say about, give or ta-”
The ogre was cut off by the sound of an explosion. A smokescreen of dust was kicked up in front of the ogres. They coughed, squinting their eyes shut as the dust invaded their nostrils. Mayze took the opportunity he had created and made a mad dash for the tree. He jumped above the ogres, and palmed one of the fruits. He flew through the air, blue aura encasing him. He tried to put as much distance between him and the island as he could. He couldn’t get a grasp on the strength of those guys so he wanted to avoid a fight for now.
Once he figured he was far enough away, the saiyan came to a stop in the air. He slowly floated down, and landed with a soft pat on hell’s brimstone. He eyed the fruit, memorizing it’s shape and exquisite golden color. The fruit really was meant for a king wasn’t it. He grinned, and took a big bite from his well earned treat. He slowly chewed, savoring the rich, tasty flavor. It had been so, so long since he had eaten anything.
He swallowed, and took another bite from the fruit. And another, and he continued till the fruit was devoured. He let out a sigh, and a bit of a burp. It had been awhile since he’d eaten anything. It felt great, it made him feel refreshed. Though, he hadn’t felt any sudden increase a power.
And then suddenly, an influx of energy washed over him. He felt stronger; much stronger. The fruit really did give him a power boost, and not a measly one. He felt alive, almost as if he could do anything. He felt as if he had the power to take over the galaxy. Nay, the universe. Plus, the fruit had given him a bit of a boost in spirit energy too.
He transformed into a super saiyan, and was amazed by how different he felt. It didn’t feel draining to him anymore. The elusive mastery of the super saiyan transformation was elusive no more. He knew it had been mastered, and it was thanks to the increased energy reserves he had received from the fruit. He could go toe to toe with almost everyone in the galaxy now. Neither Xylo nor Bing Gan would stand a chance against him in battle.
He started to laugh. Soon he would return to the land of the living and, with his solar saiyan brethren, destroy Xylo’s empire. That mazoku would rue the day he crossed Mayze.
Gimme that sweet sweet fruit. Also unlocking MSSJ x15 finally yay.
So instead, the warrior loafed around for the better part of a year. He hated himself for it, honest to god, but he was at a loss. His only motivation was vengeance, but what then? If he were to be honest to himself he really didn’t have any friends in the living world. His life was similar to that of a hermit; lonely. He’d kill Xylo and that’d be that, there’d be no other goals to reach. Sure, he still would have the hunger to battle and get stronger, but there wasn’t anyone near his power level. Those that had been surpassed him long ago and left him in the dust, and everyone else was far too weak.
God, hell was atrocious. He’d rather be on a long add diplomatic mission than suffer through this agonizing boringness. Which is ironic considering the many times he thought to himself he’d rather be dead while dealing with such events.
With a sigh, Mayze stood up from the rock he had been sitting on, and wandered off in a random direction.
Spotting something rather out of place from Hell’s typical scenery on the horizon, Mayze quickened his pace. As he came closer, what he had seen came into focus. A red pond of blood surrounded a small island with a tree in a middle of it. Said tree was different then most trees in hell, this tree actually looked alive with it’s green leaves and hanging fruit. Two ogre’s; one blue, one red; seemingly guarded the tree.
With a jolt the saiyan general realized where he was; the blood pond. It had been a very long time since he had been there. Somehow, despite the near infinite expanse of hell, he had managed to circle his way back here. It was almost as if the heavy hand of fate had guided him here.
The man closed his eyes, shoved his hands into his pockets, and gave a melancholic sigh as he moved forward, continuing his aimless journey through the landscapes of hell.
And then he stopped.
A sudden thought had come to mind. What if he ate a fruit?
It’s not that he was hungry; hunger didn’t exist in hell, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t long for the taste of food. He longed to savor the taste of an exquisitely cooked dish. He longed for the warmth and texture of food. It was a small thing, but maybe it would help him feel closer to life.
And so the soul whom had been walking along a lost path, moved forward and finally took his fate into his own hands.
Head held a high, arrogant smirk spread across his features, the saiyan turned on his heel, and made way for the pocket-sized island that sat in the middle of blood red water. He’d take the damn fruit by force. He was a super saiyan damnit! Nobody could defy his indomitable will!
The saiyan took to the air as he approached the crimson waters. He was only in the air momentarily before he touched down on the island. Mayze cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and slowly walked to the two ogre’s guarding the fruit. The ogre’s made no moves; only staring with unmoving, stone-cold expressions as Mayze approached them.
Crossed arms, head cocked to the side, the super saiyan spoke, “I’ll be needing one of those fruits now.”
The ogre’s both snorted, and burst out laughing. The blue one regained his composure first, “Oh, and just who do you think you are?”
The red ogre raised his chin, “You’re just a lowly resident of Hell. There’s no way we’re letting you get your filthy hands on King Yemma’s precious fruit.”
“Ye, swine like yourself don’t deserve not even a crumb of the Ensenji fruit.”
“You want, come get it.”
That explained why the fruit was so heavily protected. But why would Yemma grow his personal fruit in Hell of all places? A place like heaven seemed like it would be much more suited to the task. Heaven dwellers would have no reason to try and steal such a fruit.
Typically Mayze would rush in for a fight, but for now, he decided to bide his time. He didn’t have a clear gauge on the Ogre’s powers, and he didn’t want to get his ass handed too him. This might be his only chance to get his hands on one of the fruits too.
Mayze replied, “Yemma’s fruit huh? What’s so special about it? It’s just a simple fruit is it not?”
The blue ogre flared his nostrils, “It’s Yemma’s fruit! And we’re here to stop evil people like you from taking a bit outta it. That’s all there is to it!”
“Ye ye, it gives Yemma a bit of energy when he’s feelin’ tired. You think he could just sit in that chair judging people for all of eternity? Nah, he needs a pick me up every so often, and that’s what this fruit does!”
An energy boost? Mayze’s interest level spiked. If it was permanent boost in energy, it’d be very useful for him. If it could help him reach the next level of a super saiyan he would be able to crush Xylo like the bug he was.
“I see. Guess I shouldn’t mess with it huh?
“NOPE!!!”
He smiled, “Are you two brothers?”
Both of the ogres frowned. The blue one cocked his head, and spoke first, “What’s it to ya?”
The red ogre nodded his head, “Yea why do you care?”
“I’m just curious is all,” it seemed the two idiots had already forgotten about his demand for one of the fruits.
Both of the ogres gave the saiyan an appraising look over. Finished, they started to whisper amongst themselves. Mayze just idly stood by, waiting for the two to finish discussing whatever it was they were talking about.
Finally, the blue ogre cleared his throat, and gave an answer, “No we are not brothers. We don’t even look similar dumbo.”
Mayze idly shrugged his shoulders, flashed a slight grin, and replied, “Oh, my bad,” he paused for but a moment before continuing, “What’re your names, surely you have names?”
The red ogre was the first to answer him this time, “The name’s Mez, and I’m the fastest runner in hell. Ain’t nobody who can outright me. If ya so much as lay a finger on the tree I’ll be here before you can say Hell. Mhm, Mhm,” the ogre proceeded to jog in place as if to prove his point.
“And my name’s Goz. I’m the strongest ogre if ya don’t include the graceful King Yemma on the list,” the ogre flex his arms, “You seeing this muscles? One wallop from me and you’ll be done for that count. Won’t even need to count ta ten. You’ll be done for. Ye, I’ll bust your nose up real good. Yes I will.”
Mayze would never admit it, but he was enjoying this conversation even if it was rather tense. It had been a while since he’d spoken to someone without it immediately turning into a fight. It seemed the two would only act if he made some attempt to grab the fruit. He’d continue to bide his time, and tried to gather a bit more information.
“Hmph, well I guess I’ll stay on your good side then. Wouldn’t want to get my nose busted in by you,” he pursed his lips, “Has anyone else other than Yemma eaten the fruit?”
Both ogre’s fidgeted a bit, and an uncomfortable looks crossed their faces, Goz was the one to answer, “Well, there was one some thousand years ago. And uh, there’s been quite a lot recently. For some reason a lot of em have been women.”
Mez nodded, “Yep, Yemma ain’t been too happy with us. Also been lot a people escapin hell when they shouldn’t. I tell ye, training for the newbies is gonna get a lot harder here real soon.”
“That is a shame. I can’t imagine Yemma’s wrath at not being able to eat his precious fruit.”
“Oh you wouldn’t believe how mad he was after last time. Threatened to erase me from existence yes he did yessir.”
“How long have you been guarding the fruit?” Mayze was growing bored of the conversation. It was time for him to steal the fruit and skedaddle.
“Ah well, it’s been awhile. Ah gee, lemme think here,” the ogre began to mumble under his breath a bit before speaking up again, “Well, I’d say about, give or ta-”
The ogre was cut off by the sound of an explosion. A smokescreen of dust was kicked up in front of the ogres. They coughed, squinting their eyes shut as the dust invaded their nostrils. Mayze took the opportunity he had created and made a mad dash for the tree. He jumped above the ogres, and palmed one of the fruits. He flew through the air, blue aura encasing him. He tried to put as much distance between him and the island as he could. He couldn’t get a grasp on the strength of those guys so he wanted to avoid a fight for now.
Once he figured he was far enough away, the saiyan came to a stop in the air. He slowly floated down, and landed with a soft pat on hell’s brimstone. He eyed the fruit, memorizing it’s shape and exquisite golden color. The fruit really was meant for a king wasn’t it. He grinned, and took a big bite from his well earned treat. He slowly chewed, savoring the rich, tasty flavor. It had been so, so long since he had eaten anything.
He swallowed, and took another bite from the fruit. And another, and he continued till the fruit was devoured. He let out a sigh, and a bit of a burp. It had been awhile since he’d eaten anything. It felt great, it made him feel refreshed. Though, he hadn’t felt any sudden increase a power.
And then suddenly, an influx of energy washed over him. He felt stronger; much stronger. The fruit really did give him a power boost, and not a measly one. He felt alive, almost as if he could do anything. He felt as if he had the power to take over the galaxy. Nay, the universe. Plus, the fruit had given him a bit of a boost in spirit energy too.
He transformed into a super saiyan, and was amazed by how different he felt. It didn’t feel draining to him anymore. The elusive mastery of the super saiyan transformation was elusive no more. He knew it had been mastered, and it was thanks to the increased energy reserves he had received from the fruit. He could go toe to toe with almost everyone in the galaxy now. Neither Xylo nor Bing Gan would stand a chance against him in battle.
He started to laugh. Soon he would return to the land of the living and, with his solar saiyan brethren, destroy Xylo’s empire. That mazoku would rue the day he crossed Mayze.
Gimme that sweet sweet fruit. Also unlocking MSSJ x15 finally yay.