Post by Chaz on Aug 25, 2015 23:12:08 GMT
“Can you believe this kid?! He can’t even lift that bar 500 times! You should’ve put him up for adoption when you could!” The female saiyan angrily bellowed throughout the basement. Not a drop of sweat dripped from her muscular frame. Her long, jet black hair flowed down to her mid back, curling on the ends. She paced around the padded room with her hands planted firmly on her curvaceous hips. The blonde individual on the ground was, in great contrast, drenched in sweat. His lean body littered in bruises, cuts, scratches, scars. “Uggh... Gaaahhhkkg..”
“He’s a piece of crap! You expect to find the Ruby Salvation like this? There are a lot of other fighters out there looking for the Salvation, and they’re ten times stronger than you! You’re a hopeless pansy!”
Chaz grit his canine-like teeth, wobbling to his feet. He came face-to-face with his stepmother, the vicious and brutal female Saiyan, Sabi. “Screw you.” The battered blonde spat blood onto the blue mats below. With a swift jab, Sabi plunged her right fist deep into the abdomen of Chaz, launching him back into the basement walls. The sheer force from the impact created a massive dent within the cement wall. Chaz, nearly unconscious, with blood trickling from the corner of his lips,slumped to the floor. His head hung low, his chin almost touching his chest.
“You’re a joke, Chaz. Living in a dream world isn’t going to help you accomplish anything. Just quit.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she waved her hand towards the exit before exiting the room. “Let’s go, hubby.” Chaz’s father trailed behind his dominant woman, patting Chaz’s head on his way out. “Maybe next time, pal.”
With a sudden cough, a plethora of blood pooled in his lap, staining his pants. Another liquid mixed in with his red bodily fluid; tears. Streaming from his eyes like two serene rivers, Chaz’s shoulders bobbed up and down as he sobbed in his pit of defeat. This had to of been the twentieth time this had happened to him. Sabi would physically for him to train with her in the basement, putting him through seemingly impossible methods in order to see if he was tough it. They all ended the same way; Sabi would devastate his mid-section with one of her punches, belittle him, then leave. Each time his father said his patented catchphrase, ‘Maybe next time, pal’, it was like a small but sharp knife had stabbed him in the heart. While he understood why his father was afraid to defend him, Chaz was his son. In his eyes, blood ran thicker than water. At least in this case, it did. Nearly 24/7, the seven year old Chaz was disparaged and beaten down. He was told that he couldn’t ever attain his goal, he wasn’t good enough. He would never be good enough. The fact that his father never helped him out in the slightest made Chaz think his dad thought the same thing.
With bandages wrapped around nearly every part of his body except for his face, the young boy limped down the streets of the South Capitol. His hands burrowed deep in his pockets, he was out for his nightly stroll. He was scoping out the local bakery in order to see if the usual ‘opening’ was still there. Sabi had made a ruling in the house specifically for Chaz; If he didn’t impress her in their daily training, he wasn’t allowed to eat supper. She had even gone far enough to suggest that he steal food like the rat he was. And that’s what Chaz had resorted to doing for so many years. He was forced to frequently steal from different stores in order to get a meal for the day. Tonight, it was the local bakery’s turn. Usually, they had left at least one or two stale loaves of bread over because of that very fact. While it wasn’t the best meal, it was a good way for him to assure that he did not go to sleep hungry.
During previous heists, Chaz had made himself a nice little hole in the back of the bakery, inside of the storage room. He covered it up with storage crates that sat outside when he wasn’t using it. This had become his one and only way in and out of the bakery, and it had proven to be extremely useful. The only problem was that when he arrived, the crate had already been moved, exposing the small hole that lead into the establishment.
“What…?”
Chaz approached the violated hole. He knelt down, peering inside. It looked the same as it always did, other than the moved crate. As he entered the building, he could make out small, muddy paw-prints on the musty cement floor below. “A freakin’ animal got in here? How could they have been strong enough to push that thing?!” He followed the tracks, leading him to the usual spot where the stale bread was usually kept. What he saw wasn’t as stunning as it should've been, but it was astonishing nonetheless.
Standing in front of the crate full of stale bread, stuffing it’s mouth full, was a red cat who surprisingly enough, was standing on it’s hind legs. A cream colored jacket encased it’s miniscule body, all the while it’s slender tail flickered about. It’s whiskers bounced around as the food Chaz had sought out for his daily meal was being stuffed into it’s mouth.
“Oi! That’s my food!”
“Eh…?”
The kitten turned on it’s heels, facing Chaz. By the time he had set his gigantic globes upon the human, Chaz was ontop of him, snatching at any and every piece of food he could. Chaz didn’t expect such a little guy, whose arms were filled with bread, to be so agile. In a swift moment, the cat was bouncing off of the counter to land on the ground behind Chaz, allowing the blond human to smash into the various shelves and crates.
“Waaaaahhhooohhh!”
“Why are you trying to steal my food?”
Chaz emerged from the rubble, holding his right arm in pain. He pushed the boxes aside, anger lit upon his face.
“That’s mine!”
“Oi.. what the hell is going on?” The bakery owner entered into the main café area, investigating the ruckus that had been present. What he stumbled upon was something out of a fiction book. There was a young, blonde, bandaged up boy wrestling with a small, red kitten who was wearing a sleeveless cream vest. They were both tugging on a stale loaf of bread. The both of them stopped dead in their match in order to set their eyes upon the shop owner. Fear overcame them, and neither of them could move.
“You little brats!” The man retrieved a large broomstick from the corner of the room. In one fell swoop, the end of stick came crashing down on the spot where the two children were. Both of them had managed to roll to the side in a feeble attempt of dodging the attack. He continued his assault, brutally swinging his stick around towards Chaz. The small kitten had used this opportunity to grab as much bread as he could and rush off.
The owner had managed to corner Chaz, unleashing a relentless barrage of smacks from his broomstick onto Chaz’s already battered body. This only made the pain worse. Every smack that landed on his bandaged frame felt like a bullet piercing his skin. Tears streamed down his face as he tried his best to block the swings by hiding behind some of the crates. “Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” Suddenly, the attack stopped. He didn’t hear much but a loud grunt that had come from the owner. When he peeked over the box, all he could make out in the shadows was the silhouette of a little person with a long tail and pointy ears kicking the old man. When the small figure landed in the moonlight that it was the small red cat from earlier. He had about three loaves of bread in his arms, and he was nodding his head towards the hole that the youngins had used to enter the establishment.
“Hurry, let’s go!”
*Fast forward*
Chaz and the red cat sat underneath a massive tree on the outskirts of the South Capitol. They sat in silence as the red cat munched away on his spoils of ‘war’. Chaz probably could have stolen a piece and ran off, but he had SOME respect. The little guy did just save him from being beaten half to death. He plopped his thumb into his mouth and rocked back and forth. He couldn’t return home, at least not until morning. He was sure the owner of the bakery was looking for the both of them.
Something had broken the silence, and it came from right in front of him. A loaf of bread rolled across the ground, stopping near his lap. The cat had rolled him a piece. “You can have a piece, even though you made my job harder than it should’ve been.” Chaz stared at the piece of bread, and back to the cat several times. He didn’t understand why this kitten would give him a piece after they just got done fighting. Reluctantly, Chaz grasped the dry food. Stuffing the middle of the loaf into his mouth, tears and snot oozed from his oraphisis. “Ah-.. Arigato!”
*Twelve Years Later*
“Hey dad.”
“Hey dad..”
The two individuals spoke simultaneously, kneeling before a crisp gravestone. Chaz set down a bouquet of flowers, each of various colors. Ibexe placed a little dandelion against the stone itself. The both of them closed their eyes, putting their heads down for a moment of silence, before rising back to their feet.
“I can’t believe it has been three years..”
“We miss ya’, dad…”
“We miss you a whole lot.”
“But hey..! We got to taste a new type of ramen today..? It was actually really good..”
“Who’re you kidding, Chaz? It was horrible.”
“I know.. but.. dad wouldn’t want us being all negative about it. “
The duo stood in an awkward silence. A silence so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. It hurt them to stand before their father's grave and try to talk positively. While their lives have been rocking it lately, this was the anniversary of the death of the most important person to them besides each other. There was only one person in the entire world that could cheer their horrible days up (When they had them), and it was their dad. He was gone now, and there was no way of getting him back.
“We uh.. We are going to start our adventure today, dad. We’re going to look for Ruby’s Salvation! Remember..? You were the one who taught us about it.. Supposedly the best dish in the world, huh?”
“They say it’s got every single flavor imaginable, and it is unfathomably delicious. We’re going to find it, and eat it!”
“For sure! We just.. We wish you could be here to share it with us.” Chaz smiled, and reached down to pat Ibby on the head. “We know you’d be proud of us. We’re not going to give up until we find it. It’s gonna be for you, dad.”
“We will find it! And when we do, we will return to show you. We promise.” They both nodded in unison, finally audibly speaking the same promise they had been making for three years. They both fist bumped before backing away from the grave.
“We’ll be back, dad.”
“We promise!”
The Delicious Duo waltzed down the dirt pathway leading from the graveyard.
“What do you think the next thing we’re gonna’ eat is gonna’ be?!”
“I’ll eat anything besides that ramen.”
“It was NOT that bad!”
“It was.”
“He’s a piece of crap! You expect to find the Ruby Salvation like this? There are a lot of other fighters out there looking for the Salvation, and they’re ten times stronger than you! You’re a hopeless pansy!”
Chaz grit his canine-like teeth, wobbling to his feet. He came face-to-face with his stepmother, the vicious and brutal female Saiyan, Sabi. “Screw you.” The battered blonde spat blood onto the blue mats below. With a swift jab, Sabi plunged her right fist deep into the abdomen of Chaz, launching him back into the basement walls. The sheer force from the impact created a massive dent within the cement wall. Chaz, nearly unconscious, with blood trickling from the corner of his lips,slumped to the floor. His head hung low, his chin almost touching his chest.
“You’re a joke, Chaz. Living in a dream world isn’t going to help you accomplish anything. Just quit.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she waved her hand towards the exit before exiting the room. “Let’s go, hubby.” Chaz’s father trailed behind his dominant woman, patting Chaz’s head on his way out. “Maybe next time, pal.”
With a sudden cough, a plethora of blood pooled in his lap, staining his pants. Another liquid mixed in with his red bodily fluid; tears. Streaming from his eyes like two serene rivers, Chaz’s shoulders bobbed up and down as he sobbed in his pit of defeat. This had to of been the twentieth time this had happened to him. Sabi would physically for him to train with her in the basement, putting him through seemingly impossible methods in order to see if he was tough it. They all ended the same way; Sabi would devastate his mid-section with one of her punches, belittle him, then leave. Each time his father said his patented catchphrase, ‘Maybe next time, pal’, it was like a small but sharp knife had stabbed him in the heart. While he understood why his father was afraid to defend him, Chaz was his son. In his eyes, blood ran thicker than water. At least in this case, it did. Nearly 24/7, the seven year old Chaz was disparaged and beaten down. He was told that he couldn’t ever attain his goal, he wasn’t good enough. He would never be good enough. The fact that his father never helped him out in the slightest made Chaz think his dad thought the same thing.
With bandages wrapped around nearly every part of his body except for his face, the young boy limped down the streets of the South Capitol. His hands burrowed deep in his pockets, he was out for his nightly stroll. He was scoping out the local bakery in order to see if the usual ‘opening’ was still there. Sabi had made a ruling in the house specifically for Chaz; If he didn’t impress her in their daily training, he wasn’t allowed to eat supper. She had even gone far enough to suggest that he steal food like the rat he was. And that’s what Chaz had resorted to doing for so many years. He was forced to frequently steal from different stores in order to get a meal for the day. Tonight, it was the local bakery’s turn. Usually, they had left at least one or two stale loaves of bread over because of that very fact. While it wasn’t the best meal, it was a good way for him to assure that he did not go to sleep hungry.
During previous heists, Chaz had made himself a nice little hole in the back of the bakery, inside of the storage room. He covered it up with storage crates that sat outside when he wasn’t using it. This had become his one and only way in and out of the bakery, and it had proven to be extremely useful. The only problem was that when he arrived, the crate had already been moved, exposing the small hole that lead into the establishment.
“What…?”
Chaz approached the violated hole. He knelt down, peering inside. It looked the same as it always did, other than the moved crate. As he entered the building, he could make out small, muddy paw-prints on the musty cement floor below. “A freakin’ animal got in here? How could they have been strong enough to push that thing?!” He followed the tracks, leading him to the usual spot where the stale bread was usually kept. What he saw wasn’t as stunning as it should've been, but it was astonishing nonetheless.
Standing in front of the crate full of stale bread, stuffing it’s mouth full, was a red cat who surprisingly enough, was standing on it’s hind legs. A cream colored jacket encased it’s miniscule body, all the while it’s slender tail flickered about. It’s whiskers bounced around as the food Chaz had sought out for his daily meal was being stuffed into it’s mouth.
“Oi! That’s my food!”
“Eh…?”
The kitten turned on it’s heels, facing Chaz. By the time he had set his gigantic globes upon the human, Chaz was ontop of him, snatching at any and every piece of food he could. Chaz didn’t expect such a little guy, whose arms were filled with bread, to be so agile. In a swift moment, the cat was bouncing off of the counter to land on the ground behind Chaz, allowing the blond human to smash into the various shelves and crates.
“Waaaaahhhooohhh!”
“Why are you trying to steal my food?”
Chaz emerged from the rubble, holding his right arm in pain. He pushed the boxes aside, anger lit upon his face.
“That’s mine!”
“Oi.. what the hell is going on?” The bakery owner entered into the main café area, investigating the ruckus that had been present. What he stumbled upon was something out of a fiction book. There was a young, blonde, bandaged up boy wrestling with a small, red kitten who was wearing a sleeveless cream vest. They were both tugging on a stale loaf of bread. The both of them stopped dead in their match in order to set their eyes upon the shop owner. Fear overcame them, and neither of them could move.
“You little brats!” The man retrieved a large broomstick from the corner of the room. In one fell swoop, the end of stick came crashing down on the spot where the two children were. Both of them had managed to roll to the side in a feeble attempt of dodging the attack. He continued his assault, brutally swinging his stick around towards Chaz. The small kitten had used this opportunity to grab as much bread as he could and rush off.
The owner had managed to corner Chaz, unleashing a relentless barrage of smacks from his broomstick onto Chaz’s already battered body. This only made the pain worse. Every smack that landed on his bandaged frame felt like a bullet piercing his skin. Tears streamed down his face as he tried his best to block the swings by hiding behind some of the crates. “Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” Suddenly, the attack stopped. He didn’t hear much but a loud grunt that had come from the owner. When he peeked over the box, all he could make out in the shadows was the silhouette of a little person with a long tail and pointy ears kicking the old man. When the small figure landed in the moonlight that it was the small red cat from earlier. He had about three loaves of bread in his arms, and he was nodding his head towards the hole that the youngins had used to enter the establishment.
“Hurry, let’s go!”
*Fast forward*
Chaz and the red cat sat underneath a massive tree on the outskirts of the South Capitol. They sat in silence as the red cat munched away on his spoils of ‘war’. Chaz probably could have stolen a piece and ran off, but he had SOME respect. The little guy did just save him from being beaten half to death. He plopped his thumb into his mouth and rocked back and forth. He couldn’t return home, at least not until morning. He was sure the owner of the bakery was looking for the both of them.
Something had broken the silence, and it came from right in front of him. A loaf of bread rolled across the ground, stopping near his lap. The cat had rolled him a piece. “You can have a piece, even though you made my job harder than it should’ve been.” Chaz stared at the piece of bread, and back to the cat several times. He didn’t understand why this kitten would give him a piece after they just got done fighting. Reluctantly, Chaz grasped the dry food. Stuffing the middle of the loaf into his mouth, tears and snot oozed from his oraphisis. “Ah-.. Arigato!”
*Twelve Years Later*
“Hey dad.”
“Hey dad..”
The two individuals spoke simultaneously, kneeling before a crisp gravestone. Chaz set down a bouquet of flowers, each of various colors. Ibexe placed a little dandelion against the stone itself. The both of them closed their eyes, putting their heads down for a moment of silence, before rising back to their feet.
“I can’t believe it has been three years..”
“We miss ya’, dad…”
“We miss you a whole lot.”
“But hey..! We got to taste a new type of ramen today..? It was actually really good..”
“Who’re you kidding, Chaz? It was horrible.”
“I know.. but.. dad wouldn’t want us being all negative about it. “
The duo stood in an awkward silence. A silence so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. It hurt them to stand before their father's grave and try to talk positively. While their lives have been rocking it lately, this was the anniversary of the death of the most important person to them besides each other. There was only one person in the entire world that could cheer their horrible days up (When they had them), and it was their dad. He was gone now, and there was no way of getting him back.
“We uh.. We are going to start our adventure today, dad. We’re going to look for Ruby’s Salvation! Remember..? You were the one who taught us about it.. Supposedly the best dish in the world, huh?”
“They say it’s got every single flavor imaginable, and it is unfathomably delicious. We’re going to find it, and eat it!”
“For sure! We just.. We wish you could be here to share it with us.” Chaz smiled, and reached down to pat Ibby on the head. “We know you’d be proud of us. We’re not going to give up until we find it. It’s gonna be for you, dad.”
“We will find it! And when we do, we will return to show you. We promise.” They both nodded in unison, finally audibly speaking the same promise they had been making for three years. They both fist bumped before backing away from the grave.
“We’ll be back, dad.”
“We promise!”
The Delicious Duo waltzed down the dirt pathway leading from the graveyard.
“What do you think the next thing we’re gonna’ eat is gonna’ be?!”
“I’ll eat anything besides that ramen.”
“It was NOT that bad!”
“It was.”
