Post by Basil on Nov 14, 2015 22:45:45 GMT
[Heavy Weights On]
The time had come. His short stay on Earth was nothing less than unimpressive, save for a few encounters. There were strong individuals all over the place, but he'd mostly had success flying under the radar. With his recent exploits of turning a base of goons into a wreck of garbage and then promptly robbing a whole bunch of rich snobs on a big fat expensive yacht and not yet claiming a safe-house to lay low in, he had decided to pay a visit to Vegeta, a place where the little Makyan had previously spent a good chunk of his life outside the Demon Realm. Having become something of a part of the local folklore of the wastes where young Saiyans with plenty to prove came out to battle, the location of his hiding hole in the wastes had been responsible for a lot of what it took to teach him about fighting. Having paid close attention to the mechanic working on his pod's engines while he relaxed and ate some delicious fruit, he shooed the man away when he sheepishly requested payment and opened the hatch remotely from his Scouter before shuffling inside, dragging the massive Mighty Mallet with him for the trip. Plucking his grog from his belt he sat it across the small dash after a quick swig, switching the settings to auto-pilot as the hatch finally closed and began stabilizing its interior environment.
Breathing in deep as the pod began to float, he rested back against the comfortable padded seat and scanned the world outside for a few moments, his eyes tracing back and forth. This would likely be a short visit, but he'd made some headway in this location; he'd make a note to mark its coordinates on his navigation systems to return exactly here when he came back. As the pod suddenly took off, gaining acceleration to breach orbit, he noted that the clouds were beginning to take on a red glow the closer he got to entering space and immediately realized why; he spotted in the far off darkness space as he began to breach the atmosphere that the Red Moon had risen. As the warmth of the Makyo Star's energy began to envelop him, he grunted and began to panic; this pod was designed for his smaller form, not his bigger one, and he wasn't exactly sure how comfortable the trip would be if he transformed. As his fangs elongated and his body began to convulse against the seat, his muscles ripped and bulged outward and his height grew to a towering level. His painful screech soon turned into a hoarse, booming roar, both of painful lament at his new situation and the physical pain of his transformation.
Now curled up into a half-ball inside the tiny pod with the back of his head crammed against the viewing window, the pod blasted off on its course to Vegeta, with him letting loose a pitiful groan as his back already began to hurt...
Worst. Trip. Ever.
[Basil is headed to Vegeta!]
[The Makyo Star has basically ruined his trip, forcing him into his giant form! Worst trip ever!]
[PL for this shortie, please.
]
The time had come. His short stay on Earth was nothing less than unimpressive, save for a few encounters. There were strong individuals all over the place, but he'd mostly had success flying under the radar. With his recent exploits of turning a base of goons into a wreck of garbage and then promptly robbing a whole bunch of rich snobs on a big fat expensive yacht and not yet claiming a safe-house to lay low in, he had decided to pay a visit to Vegeta, a place where the little Makyan had previously spent a good chunk of his life outside the Demon Realm. Having become something of a part of the local folklore of the wastes where young Saiyans with plenty to prove came out to battle, the location of his hiding hole in the wastes had been responsible for a lot of what it took to teach him about fighting. Having paid close attention to the mechanic working on his pod's engines while he relaxed and ate some delicious fruit, he shooed the man away when he sheepishly requested payment and opened the hatch remotely from his Scouter before shuffling inside, dragging the massive Mighty Mallet with him for the trip. Plucking his grog from his belt he sat it across the small dash after a quick swig, switching the settings to auto-pilot as the hatch finally closed and began stabilizing its interior environment.
Breathing in deep as the pod began to float, he rested back against the comfortable padded seat and scanned the world outside for a few moments, his eyes tracing back and forth. This would likely be a short visit, but he'd made some headway in this location; he'd make a note to mark its coordinates on his navigation systems to return exactly here when he came back. As the pod suddenly took off, gaining acceleration to breach orbit, he noted that the clouds were beginning to take on a red glow the closer he got to entering space and immediately realized why; he spotted in the far off darkness space as he began to breach the atmosphere that the Red Moon had risen. As the warmth of the Makyo Star's energy began to envelop him, he grunted and began to panic; this pod was designed for his smaller form, not his bigger one, and he wasn't exactly sure how comfortable the trip would be if he transformed. As his fangs elongated and his body began to convulse against the seat, his muscles ripped and bulged outward and his height grew to a towering level. His painful screech soon turned into a hoarse, booming roar, both of painful lament at his new situation and the physical pain of his transformation.
Now curled up into a half-ball inside the tiny pod with the back of his head crammed against the viewing window, the pod blasted off on its course to Vegeta, with him letting loose a pitiful groan as his back already began to hurt...
Worst. Trip. Ever.
[Basil is headed to Vegeta!]
[The Makyo Star has basically ruined his trip, forcing him into his giant form! Worst trip ever!]
[PL for this shortie, please.
]
