Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2015 3:31:43 GMT
[September 8th, 2801]
It had been a few days now, since the Queen and her War Party had left Planet Vegeta. It seemed that they were trying to take over Earth. Due to his uncertainty that the plan would be a success though, Brocko decided to hang back and just wait. And though it was a bit cowardly of Brocko, certainly it was better than being killed by an Earthling or something like that.
But, slowly he was starting to regret his decision. He was bored as hell and, in fact, now that he thought about it, the experience might have actually made him Stronger. Even so, it was too late to change his decision. He'd just have to suck it up and deal with his decision...even if it meant the lack of Action. So, as he walked down the empty Streets of the Tuffle ruins, he looked around for any sign of "life".
As he continued to look around though, Brocko finally noticed a light in the distance that had slipped through the Gap between to Boulders. "What the Hell...? This was weird...he wasn't informed about any Saiyan defense base or anything like that located all the way out here. So, he decided to go check it out by moving one of the boulders out of the way. Surprisingly, this revealed a staircase leading into a more dim light.
Yeah, Brocko was definitely gonna have to take a look at this...Running down the Staircase, Brocko ended up at a Steel Door with a lock on it. Hm...what good what that do? Blasting the lock with a bit of Ki, it easily broke and hit the ground. "What terrible Security." As the door slowly creaked open, a dim light crept out of it while the sounds of cheering poured into Brocko's ears.
Raising a brow, Brocko opened the door even more, looking at the newly found Arena surrounded by Saiyans in the Stands, all much different than the others. "Talk about Strange!", Brocko said, as he looked in awe towards the crowded Underground Fighting ring. All of a sudden, the wailing of a Mic pierced the Saiyan's ears and a tall, sand-colored Man appeared, his pitch black hair standing up straight in somewhat of a Spiky flat top, as he wore black Sunglasses with no shirt on and Orange pants with black and orange boots.
"Good Evening ladies and Gentlemen!!", the man said, one hand held up high while the other held the Mic close to his mouth. "Welcome to the Underground Fighting Colosseum!!" Immediately the crowd started to cheer, yelling and screaming wildly as the pumped their fists in the air. The energy in the air was so thick you could cut it.
Crossing his arms and resting them on his chest which was covered by Black and blue armor, Brocko looked at the man with confusion. However, that only made his situation 'worse' since his gesture seemingly made the announcer call on Brocko personally. "You there!! You seem new!! Tell us, what is your name!?" Immediately, the crowd fell silent. It seems they were anxious to know who Brocko was. Clearing his voice, Brocko decided to answer.
"My name is Brocko, Brocko the Saiyan." The announcer looked at Brocko through his sunglasses and pointed at a gate that led to what seemed like an empty tunnel. "Brocko huh? Well then, let's break him in, shall we!? Release the Tennenman!!" Not too long after this announcement, the crowd began to explode with enthusiasm. This Tennenman seemed to be popular among them...
As the crowd continued to cheer and the Announcer fled to the unadulterated rock stands where some Saiyans sat, a low growl came from the tunnel as the gate blocking the tunnel lifted slowly. Red eyes began to glow in the distance until eventually, a Saibaman who was Pink and Blue instead of green, appeared. "KROOOOOOOOOO!!", the creature roared. "Alright, your task is easy Brocko: beat our challenges, you win. If you lose though...lets just say...Sudden Death! Now, LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RUUMBLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
The Chocolate colored Saiyan smirked as he crossed his arms, leaned his head to one side and raised his left brow at the Creature. "Hmph. You guys have a real Tennenman? As i--" Before he could finish his statement though, the Tennenman swiftly made contact with Brocko's face, punching him with all his strength which sent Brocko flying in to a wall, making a dust cloud rise and rubble fall.
The Creature then roared again along with the Crowd who was cheering for the creature. "Oooooh...That's gonna leave a mark!! Is Brocko dead already!?" Just when he said that, the dust cleared as a Surprised Brocko looked at the Beast that had just knocked the wind out of him and sent him crashing into a stone wall. Pointing at the Saibaman, Brocko spoke in a loud and shocked tone, "That thing is REAL!? What the actual Fuck!?!?"
Brocko then regained posture bringing his arms up to his hips and bending them into sort of an L-shape while a Blue aura suddenly erupted out of him. "I guess there's no point in holding back then!!" Yelling a hearty battlecry, Brocko then rushed at the Tennenman, full speed ahead. He planned to make quick work of this creature and then move on to the announcer's next "Challenge".
So, he smashed his fist into the Tennenman's gut when he got close enough and then slammed his other hand into the side of it's head, sending it flying into a wall. "Being slammed into a wall doesn't feel good, does it?" Smirking as he charged a Miniscule Ki Ball, Brocko then released the small orb which floated into the Midsection of the creature.
"Sayonara, sucka." Subsequently, Brocko pressed his thumb onto the side of his hand as if he was pressing a button causing the Tennenman to explode. As it disintegrated, it let out a cry that could haunt the nightmares of a small child, leaving the crowd to watch in awe. Turning to the announcer, Brocko crossed his arms once again, waiting for his next challenge.
"Who's next?" Brocko asked non-chalantly. After seeing how easily he was able to take out a Tennenman, Brocko didn't expect anymore surprises. In fact, when the announcer began to speak, Brocko actually yawned. This infuriated the announcer just like it would've most Saiyans. Gritting his teeth, the announcer stood up and pointed to the Tunnel once again.
"Amazing Job! You destroyed a Tennenman with great efficiency!! But, would you be able to handle the power you just displayed if you were up against it? Introducing, the Copyman!!!" Yellow eyes started to glow in the distance of the tunnel when the Announcer yelled this out and slowly from the darkness emerged a Saibaman that was as Black as Space.
"A Copyman!? When did you guys have the time to Plant a Copyman!?" Just then, the small creature started to change, first growing taller, then changing in muscle mass and genetics and even power until eventually, it became a replica of Brocko. This infuriated Brocko. If there was one thing that he hated with a Passion, it was a copycat. Exploding with anger, Brocko rushed at the Copyman.
However, the Copyman simply rushed at Brocko too, and when they clashed, all they did was perform the same moves and skills. It was actually starting to get a bit dull. That was until the Copyman broke the pattern and hit Brocko with a Right hook. Now it didn't have to copy Brocko, it already knew his fighting style. Stumbling backwards though, Brocko put his hand over his left cheek and gritted his teeth.
"Damn you...", he uttered. Not too long after hearing this, the Copyman continuously punched and kicked Brocko. "Uh oh, our challenger seems to be in some trouble now folks!", the announcer said as the Saiyans in the stands continued to cheer the Copyman on. The Copyman then stopped punching and kicking Brocko, as it began to charge an attack.
It was at this moment that Brocko knew, the Copyman fucked up. Recovering, Brocko moved at great speeds and placed his hand on the Copyman's face before shooting a Ki Blast that would wipe the Copyman's head clean off. When the job was done, Brocko cracked his knuckles and looked at the headless Copyman body. "...I hate cheap knock-offs."
"Alright, you're doing good so far! You might actually be worth my time...because your last and final challenge...is a Battle against me!!" Dropping the mic, the man hopped into the Arena and flared his White Aura as he moved toward Brocko, energy emitting from his body like smoke from a fire. "Prepare yourself!!"
Brocko's face then turned from relaxed to more serious. This wouldn't be a walk in the park. Far from it actually, very, very far from it.
Getting into a fighting Position, Brocko prepared for battle with his new Opponent. "Finally, the guy whose Ass I wanna kick the most!! Bring it on, chump!" The two then rushed at eachother and clashed in fast-paced combat. However, they seem evenly matched. Their fists would make contact but no matter what they both kept on coming back for more.
Brocko decided that it was time for something different and tried to bring his leg up to the side of the Man's face. But suddenly, the man grabbed his foot and muttered, "Gotcha..." He then threw Brocko into the ground with all his strength and stomped on him over and over. "Where's your flare now? Surely you can come back from this. It seems you've lost--"
His teeth gritted, Brocko pushed his fists into the ground as he tried to get up. "If I don't admit defeat, then it ain't a loss!! That means, I'll only lose when I die, y'hear!?" He started to take a knee as blood leaked from his mouth. The announcer though, looked down at him with pity. "When I said you lost, I wasn't talking about the Battle. I was talking about your Energy...your Spunk."
The man then knocked Brocko out...the Crowd cheering in the background.
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It had been a few days now, since the Queen and her War Party had left Planet Vegeta. It seemed that they were trying to take over Earth. Due to his uncertainty that the plan would be a success though, Brocko decided to hang back and just wait. And though it was a bit cowardly of Brocko, certainly it was better than being killed by an Earthling or something like that.
But, slowly he was starting to regret his decision. He was bored as hell and, in fact, now that he thought about it, the experience might have actually made him Stronger. Even so, it was too late to change his decision. He'd just have to suck it up and deal with his decision...even if it meant the lack of Action. So, as he walked down the empty Streets of the Tuffle ruins, he looked around for any sign of "life".
As he continued to look around though, Brocko finally noticed a light in the distance that had slipped through the Gap between to Boulders. "What the Hell...? This was weird...he wasn't informed about any Saiyan defense base or anything like that located all the way out here. So, he decided to go check it out by moving one of the boulders out of the way. Surprisingly, this revealed a staircase leading into a more dim light.
Yeah, Brocko was definitely gonna have to take a look at this...Running down the Staircase, Brocko ended up at a Steel Door with a lock on it. Hm...what good what that do? Blasting the lock with a bit of Ki, it easily broke and hit the ground. "What terrible Security." As the door slowly creaked open, a dim light crept out of it while the sounds of cheering poured into Brocko's ears.
Raising a brow, Brocko opened the door even more, looking at the newly found Arena surrounded by Saiyans in the Stands, all much different than the others. "Talk about Strange!", Brocko said, as he looked in awe towards the crowded Underground Fighting ring. All of a sudden, the wailing of a Mic pierced the Saiyan's ears and a tall, sand-colored Man appeared, his pitch black hair standing up straight in somewhat of a Spiky flat top, as he wore black Sunglasses with no shirt on and Orange pants with black and orange boots.
"Good Evening ladies and Gentlemen!!", the man said, one hand held up high while the other held the Mic close to his mouth. "Welcome to the Underground Fighting Colosseum!!" Immediately the crowd started to cheer, yelling and screaming wildly as the pumped their fists in the air. The energy in the air was so thick you could cut it.
Crossing his arms and resting them on his chest which was covered by Black and blue armor, Brocko looked at the man with confusion. However, that only made his situation 'worse' since his gesture seemingly made the announcer call on Brocko personally. "You there!! You seem new!! Tell us, what is your name!?" Immediately, the crowd fell silent. It seems they were anxious to know who Brocko was. Clearing his voice, Brocko decided to answer.
"My name is Brocko, Brocko the Saiyan." The announcer looked at Brocko through his sunglasses and pointed at a gate that led to what seemed like an empty tunnel. "Brocko huh? Well then, let's break him in, shall we!? Release the Tennenman!!" Not too long after this announcement, the crowd began to explode with enthusiasm. This Tennenman seemed to be popular among them...
As the crowd continued to cheer and the Announcer fled to the unadulterated rock stands where some Saiyans sat, a low growl came from the tunnel as the gate blocking the tunnel lifted slowly. Red eyes began to glow in the distance until eventually, a Saibaman who was Pink and Blue instead of green, appeared. "KROOOOOOOOOO!!", the creature roared. "Alright, your task is easy Brocko: beat our challenges, you win. If you lose though...lets just say...Sudden Death! Now, LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RUUMBLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
The Chocolate colored Saiyan smirked as he crossed his arms, leaned his head to one side and raised his left brow at the Creature. "Hmph. You guys have a real Tennenman? As i--" Before he could finish his statement though, the Tennenman swiftly made contact with Brocko's face, punching him with all his strength which sent Brocko flying in to a wall, making a dust cloud rise and rubble fall.
The Creature then roared again along with the Crowd who was cheering for the creature. "Oooooh...That's gonna leave a mark!! Is Brocko dead already!?" Just when he said that, the dust cleared as a Surprised Brocko looked at the Beast that had just knocked the wind out of him and sent him crashing into a stone wall. Pointing at the Saibaman, Brocko spoke in a loud and shocked tone, "That thing is REAL!? What the actual Fuck!?!?"
Brocko then regained posture bringing his arms up to his hips and bending them into sort of an L-shape while a Blue aura suddenly erupted out of him. "I guess there's no point in holding back then!!" Yelling a hearty battlecry, Brocko then rushed at the Tennenman, full speed ahead. He planned to make quick work of this creature and then move on to the announcer's next "Challenge".
So, he smashed his fist into the Tennenman's gut when he got close enough and then slammed his other hand into the side of it's head, sending it flying into a wall. "Being slammed into a wall doesn't feel good, does it?" Smirking as he charged a Miniscule Ki Ball, Brocko then released the small orb which floated into the Midsection of the creature.
"Sayonara, sucka." Subsequently, Brocko pressed his thumb onto the side of his hand as if he was pressing a button causing the Tennenman to explode. As it disintegrated, it let out a cry that could haunt the nightmares of a small child, leaving the crowd to watch in awe. Turning to the announcer, Brocko crossed his arms once again, waiting for his next challenge.
"Who's next?" Brocko asked non-chalantly. After seeing how easily he was able to take out a Tennenman, Brocko didn't expect anymore surprises. In fact, when the announcer began to speak, Brocko actually yawned. This infuriated the announcer just like it would've most Saiyans. Gritting his teeth, the announcer stood up and pointed to the Tunnel once again.
"Amazing Job! You destroyed a Tennenman with great efficiency!! But, would you be able to handle the power you just displayed if you were up against it? Introducing, the Copyman!!!" Yellow eyes started to glow in the distance of the tunnel when the Announcer yelled this out and slowly from the darkness emerged a Saibaman that was as Black as Space.
"A Copyman!? When did you guys have the time to Plant a Copyman!?" Just then, the small creature started to change, first growing taller, then changing in muscle mass and genetics and even power until eventually, it became a replica of Brocko. This infuriated Brocko. If there was one thing that he hated with a Passion, it was a copycat. Exploding with anger, Brocko rushed at the Copyman.
However, the Copyman simply rushed at Brocko too, and when they clashed, all they did was perform the same moves and skills. It was actually starting to get a bit dull. That was until the Copyman broke the pattern and hit Brocko with a Right hook. Now it didn't have to copy Brocko, it already knew his fighting style. Stumbling backwards though, Brocko put his hand over his left cheek and gritted his teeth.
"Damn you...", he uttered. Not too long after hearing this, the Copyman continuously punched and kicked Brocko. "Uh oh, our challenger seems to be in some trouble now folks!", the announcer said as the Saiyans in the stands continued to cheer the Copyman on. The Copyman then stopped punching and kicking Brocko, as it began to charge an attack.
It was at this moment that Brocko knew, the Copyman fucked up. Recovering, Brocko moved at great speeds and placed his hand on the Copyman's face before shooting a Ki Blast that would wipe the Copyman's head clean off. When the job was done, Brocko cracked his knuckles and looked at the headless Copyman body. "...I hate cheap knock-offs."
"Alright, you're doing good so far! You might actually be worth my time...because your last and final challenge...is a Battle against me!!" Dropping the mic, the man hopped into the Arena and flared his White Aura as he moved toward Brocko, energy emitting from his body like smoke from a fire. "Prepare yourself!!"
Brocko's face then turned from relaxed to more serious. This wouldn't be a walk in the park. Far from it actually, very, very far from it.
Getting into a fighting Position, Brocko prepared for battle with his new Opponent. "Finally, the guy whose Ass I wanna kick the most!! Bring it on, chump!" The two then rushed at eachother and clashed in fast-paced combat. However, they seem evenly matched. Their fists would make contact but no matter what they both kept on coming back for more.
Brocko decided that it was time for something different and tried to bring his leg up to the side of the Man's face. But suddenly, the man grabbed his foot and muttered, "Gotcha..." He then threw Brocko into the ground with all his strength and stomped on him over and over. "Where's your flare now? Surely you can come back from this. It seems you've lost--"
His teeth gritted, Brocko pushed his fists into the ground as he tried to get up. "If I don't admit defeat, then it ain't a loss!! That means, I'll only lose when I die, y'hear!?" He started to take a knee as blood leaked from his mouth. The announcer though, looked down at him with pity. "When I said you lost, I wasn't talking about the Battle. I was talking about your Energy...your Spunk."
The man then knocked Brocko out...the Crowd cheering in the background.
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