Post by Callio on Mar 12, 2015 18:27:59 GMT
hands of time
DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON
The large black haired Saiyan flicked his tail towards the red head that was his son, and with anger in his eyes sneered. "What is this? You can't even muster a simple energy blast!" his voice was laced with not only anger but also disappointment. Something that the young Callio had grown accustom to at this point, he always seemed to fall short of his father's expectations. It was like there was a line set so far above him, that it was impossible for him to reach. Still. It wasn't like he could just tell his father that this wasn't what he wanted, he had already tried that once and had been met with a beating. He had no choice but to power on through this, to prove to his father that he was worthy of the Saiyan blood flowing through his veins. Callio took a step towards his father, bare feet digging into the grassy ground beneath him. A gentle wind began to blow through the air, and Callio began to muster the power within his young seven year old body. "HAAAAAA! HAAAAAAA! HAAAA!" the loud yelling was followed by a sudden flicker in aura around the young child. A look of expectation passed through his father's eyes, and Callio knew he had to do better this.
He pushed himself harder and pointed his hands towards the man in front of him, and within his mind Callio began to picture a ball. Spherical in shape, and placed firmly between his two hands. The aura that had begun to flick around his body began to twist itself towards the palms of his hands, as if trying to mimic the very picture within Callio's mind. He thought the idea of this ball more, how it felt between his hands, how would feel if it was made of pure energy. How much this spherical ball of energy would weight, and within his mind the sphere was weightless but at the same time held much power within it. As his thoughts on the object began to grow, he began to push his Ki outward. Willing it to take the shape he had pictured, and with great effort the energy sphere began to form. "HAAAAA!" he shouted out as he pushed the energy outward and towards his father.
The grown Saiyan letting out a heavy laugh as he smacked the energy to the side, it hit against the ground with a bang. Leaving only the smallest of craters behind, meanwhile the force of actually sending the sphere outward caused Callio to go flying back, his body slamming hard into a tree behind him. "Gaah!" he cried out, as he slumped downward. He felt like crying, he always felt like crying really. He couldn't though because tears were something that Saiyans they did not shed. They were strong; they used their pain as a weapon against the world. Yet. Callio wasn't a Saiyan; he was half Saiyan and half human. Humans cried, but in the eyes of his father he'd be more Saiyan than human he supposed.
As if thoughts of his father could read his mind, he approached. "Better, but its still worthless. You're going to spend your entire night out here practicing that same attack until you could do as if its second nature. If you can't? Well..." a sharp grin passed a cross his father's feature, and Callio twitched. "I don't need to tell you what is going to happen." after saying this his father walked away. The sound of his softened footsteps echoing within Callio's ears, and once they were gone he stood up from the tree.
"Why me huh, why'd I have to get a father like that?!?" Callio shouted as he turned himself around and placed his fist firmly into the surface of the tree. The brown bark cracking with the sheer force of the impact, taking Callio by surprise; it only lasted a moment though as a heavy sigh escaped from his young lips. "It's pointless complaining, just do what he said Callio." he muttered to himself as he took a few steps away from the aforementioned tree. Once more he began to build up the power within himself, began to force it outward into the world. His knees buckling, his aura flicking, his mind focused on the shape of the ball, and he would do this until the sun began to rise up towards the sky.
His breathing was heavy, heavier than it probably should have been for someone who was only seven but regardless he had done exactly what his father had told him. He had spent the entire night firing off the same energy blast, so many times that it no longer required him to think about it. All he had to do was point his hand towards an object and bam the red sphere of energy would fire itself from his open palm, it was perfect. Despite how tired he was Callio couldn't help but feel excited. He was finally going to show his father he could do something, he was finally going to pass that imaginary line his father had set for him. He could see his father approaching in the distance, and it wasn't hard for Callio to tell his father seemed like he was expecting the worst. He was going to be in for a surprise.
The black haired Saiyan folded his arms against his chest and looked at his son with discontent. "Well boy? Show me that these craters on the ground actually mean something." his foot tapped against the grass impatiently.
Callio nodded his head and let a serious expression take shape on his facial features. He turned his back towards his father and with a powerful roar his red aura erupted no longer was it a simple flicker; it was now like a small flame coated Callio's body. He pulled both of his hands back and without so much as a second thought two red spheres took shape in the palms of both hands, and he pushed them forward. Both spheres of energy clashing against the trunk of the tree in front of him, but it didn't stop there. Callio kept going, energy blast after energy blast escaping from his hands and making their way towards the tree. It was truly as if someone else had replaced Callio, a person with far better control over their Ki.
Callio kept his shots going until he could no longer see the tree due to the amount of smoke and dust that had built up within the air. Once more the young child began to take deep breaths, and his back bent and his hands placed firmly onto his knees. He waited for the dust to clear, wanting to see what he had done. When the wind finally blew through and removed the cloud...the tree was no longer there. Callio was impressed with himself, but his father? His father wasn't.
"Yes, well done. You managed to blow up a tree. Why don't you to sleep? Perhaps after some rest you'll be able to show something far better than that."
What? That hadn't been enough? He hadn't been able to move past that line? Was this all some kind of sick joke? He didn't have it within himself to say anything at the moment, and he likely never would. Callio could only pass out, body hitting against the grass with a soft thud. Last night had finally caught up to the young boy, but this was only the beginning. Many more long nights lay in wait for the half Saiyan known as Callio.
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