Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Dec 8, 2015 2:42:36 GMT
Planet Earth; a small, blue gem of planet. One of many that float endlessly in the vacuum of a lifeless void called Outer Space. The inhabitants of Earth vary greatly, from tall to short, beautiful to ugly, native to....alien. Those who aren't native to Earth vary from Demonic creatures, to spiritual Namekians, Arcosians, and the warrior race called Saiyans. Celmaru Waterfield is one of many Saiyans, although he's just a bit different from the rest. Celmaru is Half-Saiyan, Half-Human hybrid, possessing the fighting prowess of a Saiyan warrior, like his Father, and the emotional capability and even the inner potential of a Human, similar to his Mother. Celmaru, even after 3 years of seclusive training, continues to do so.
"Six years ago today, huh...." Celmaru muttered to himself, "...That mistake....."
The winds of the grasslands around him blew in a multitude of directions, brushing past his hair, through his clothes, and through the grass and trees around him. The green grass, which encompassed the land around him, glittered slightly with the morning dew. The tree he rests under sways lightly with the breeze. The rustling of the foliage around him calmed Celmaru, lulling him into a state of partial drowsiness. His arms were firmly placed behind his head, supporting his cranium. Celmaru's legs were crossed, giving him some form of comfort whilst resting on the rough earth beneath him. Leaning against the tree behind his back, Celmaru's eyes hung only half-open, recalling his past mistake, the reason he was out in a place like this, training with all his might, despite resting now. Yawning, Celmaru attempted to wake himself just a bit more, sitting up and feeling the breeze brush against his tired face.
"....." Celmaru blinked, then he jolted up off the ground. "Hyup!"
Celmaru jumped swiftly up off the ground, flying up several feet. Mere seconds passed until he hit the ground once again. Celmaru looked behind him, back at the large tree, and grinned triumphantly. A static image of Celmaru himself lied there, still resting. Shortly after, the image faded, leaving the imprint of Celmaru's resting body on the ground in front of the tree.
"Alright! My afterimage works." Celmaru exclaimed. "That's the third technique I've been able to use successfully now."
Looking away from the tree, and viewing the grassland before him, he set his mind back towards training, and why he's doing such a thing in the first place. Six years ago, on the very same day, Celmaru tried to provoke an Arcosian to gain a higher power level, so he could actually compete with his Father in combat. The Arcosian, as soon as the fight commenced, effortlessly defeated him in a mere 3 blows. One to the left leg, and another, which involved the weaponized nails of the Arcosian, to his face. After receiving a sharp pain across his right eye and cheek, Celmaru was blasted and finished off by a small energy blast, that of which nearly tore off his then weakened leg and further enhanced his current pain. Face-first in the mud under him, the Arcosian deemed Celmaru and his race useless, and planned to annihilate his planet's inhabitants, stating that a pathetic race like Celmaru's doesn't have a place in this universe. Despite looking unconscious, or even dead, Celmaru overheard the Arcosian speak of his plan. Celmaru was lucky that he hasn't shown himself on Earth yet, despite how much time has passed since then. Remembering that the Arcosian mentioned that he saw a tail on Celmaru, he once again felt a pang of guilt within him. All of the attacks on Saiyan outposts, and garrisons, etc. were because of him. The Arcosian thought that Celmaru was a full-blooded Saiyan, and that he came from Planet Vegeta, or even on a planet controlled by the Saiyan Solar Empire. Not many died on a universal scale, but plenty were injured, traumatized, or died after the attacks due to their internal injuries. This dubbed the Arcosian "The Black Death". Holding his guilt above him, somewhat struggling with it all, took it upon himself to defeat him, for all the Saiyans that were threatened because he wanted to get stronger just a tiny bit quicker.
Returning back to reality, Celmaru shook his head and said, "I can't think about this now. I have to continue training."
Celmaru broke into a sprint, and tried to jump to and fro between any trees and hillsides. Celmaru, eventually, was jumping off more trees than the earth below him itself. After countless trees and branches later, a stray tree appeared in Celmaru's path.
"Huh?" Celmaru then noticed the tree fully, "Wha-?! Gah!"
Celmaru immediately shot up into the air, using his Flight technique, levitated 15 feet off the ground.
"Phew....That was a bit too close..." Celmaru said, clutching at his heart.
Celmaru slowly descended towards the ground, and landed firmly on his feet, catching his breath. Celmaru observed the area around him, noticing that he was within a large clearing, perfect for quick physical training session. Celmaru undid his flowing, dark grey cape and stripped himself of his black, weather-worn jacket and set them softly along the ground. He jumped forward a few feet and began a quick training session.
"Yah! Hah! Oryaa!" Celmaru screamed, punching and kicking the air as fast as he possibly could, pushing his limits.
Celmaru was launching small ki blasts out into the atmostphere, judging his ability to create an energy barrage, and testing his Great Blast Crash attack.
Hoping to achieve a greater effect than last time, Celmaru held his up his right hand, palm flat, and his fingers curled skyward. Celmaru's hand felt a rush of warmth between his open palm and fingers, and then a small, concentrated ball of red and white ki emerged, levitating multiple inches from his arced fingers.
"....Better...." Celmaru whispered, focusing his ki.
Celmaru threw his arm behind him, with his left arm facing forward, his attack ready, tensing his body with anticipation for the intended effect to occur. Throwing his arms and hand forward in a full-power arc, Celmaru yelled,
"GREAT BLAST CRASH!"
The small sphere of ki was launched toward an unfortunately placed tree. On impact with the wooden surface, the energy attack exploded with a fiery burst of smoke, burnt wood, and pure energy.
Celmaru smirked at his attack's accomplishment, and continued his physical training in the clearing.
Then, Celmaru began throwing punches at nearby trees. Several trees suffered multiple dents within the wood, letting wood chips fly by Celmaru quickly, with little time to react, some even scratching his face. Then he decided to go for the largest tree he could find inside the clearing.
"Hiyaaaah!!" Celmaru shrieked.
*C-CRACK*
The tree Celmaru just punched was completely uprooted from it's spot in the earth, flying away from where Celmaru punched, crashing into other trees, and spinning into a multitude of directions before landing roughly about 100 feet away.
"Hah....hah......" Celmaru panted.
Sweat formed on the surface of his forehead, fell, and dripped off of his chin. There was a small pressure beginning to build up around Celmaru's stomach and abdomen. He immediately felt sore...at least, his right arm did. Celmaru's legs were also giving off a painful ache. Celmaru stood there in his punching position, still softly panting. After a short amount of time, Celmaru quickly inhaled through his clenched teeth, retracting his hand and clutching it with his left hand. Pain-made tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
"Sssss.....O-Ow...That's not good." Celmaru said shakily.
Celmaru looked at his right hand, and several blisters and cuts had formed on his fingers and knuckles. Rubbing his eyes, and attempting to shake the pain off, he continued to train.
* * *
Many hours have passed since the early morning light, presumably midday, and Celmaru was still training his physical strength. Multiple cuts, bruises, and blisters have formed all around his upper and lower body. His face was also flushed red, and was dripping with plentiful bounties of sweat, and even a tiny amount of blood. Celmaru's clothes have been torn, become covered in dirt, and a small about of his own blood was spattered here and there. Looking up at the sky, with the Sun looking back at him, Celmaru finally realized how much time he spent training. Then his stomach grumbled.....very loudly.
"Wow....I've gotten really hungry." Celmaru noticed, chuckling lightly, "Is there a town around here?"
After picking up his stripped clothing, Celmaru flew up into the sky surveying the immediate area around him. He tried to find anything in any possible direction, but found not a town nor city.
"Oh man..." Celmaru whined quietly, "Huh? Oh hey, there we go."
Celmaru had spotted a small, two-lane road on the other side of a large hill.
"Perfect." Celmaru muttered.
Celmaru then boosted the ki below him and flew off towards the road. Now following the road, Celmaru hoped he could find some food to eat somewhere soon, as he didn't know how to hunt for food himself. The road itself was thin, concerning the fact that it only had two lanes, and not many cars were driving down it. Landscapes from hills and grass to mountains and stone whizzed by Celmaru as he flew over the road. After what felt like an hour to Celmaru, he found a small convenience store on the outskirts of a small town.
"Oh thank Kami!" Celmaru exclaimed, slowly starving.
Celmaru flew down towards the store as fast as he could, getting a full view of the store in the process. Only one car was in the parking lot, and it wasn't even parked. The vehicle was a black storage van, waiting in the middle of the lot. Concerning the store, a window looked broken. Celmaru landed quickly and burst into the store, hoping to find some food before he fell over, near malnourished. When he opened the glass doors closing off the store's entrance to him and his food, he found two men in black masks, and in turtlenecks. Both wielded firearms of equal length and size, and one of them held a bag with a dollar sign branded on it. The cashier behind the counter was giving them the store's hard-earned Zeni, with a terrified look on his face. He looked terribly pale...
"Ahem..." Celmaru coughed.
Both men jerked towards Celmaru's direction, awfully alarmed.
"Whaddya want kid?" The Thin Man said.
"Yeah, what'cha want?" The Larger Man said.
"..." Celmaru stood there silently, crossing his arms.
"I s-said," then thinner of the two said, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
The larger man leaned in towards the thinner, whispering to him, "Hey, Cid, I don't think he's human. Look at his eyes."
"H-Huh?" Cid said
During their conversation, Celmaru began speaking, "Do you think I can't tell when an attempt at thievery occurs?
Both men looked towards Celmaru, looking him in the eyes, and ignoring his remark. When Celmaru rolled his eyes in annoyance, they both noticed a fierce flame, twitching with anticipation within his pupils, ready for a fight.
"Y-You're right." Cid whispered, "H-He's not, he's different."
"Well," Celmaru started, startling the men, "You're not wrong."
Then thinner of the two, giving in to his anxiousness, yelled and attempted to shoot Celmaru.
"Then e-eat t-this! Freak!" he shrieked.
Celmaru was used to being different from other Humans, despite being half of one. People around him always feared him for being even a mere half a proud warrior race. His blood, or bloodline, are what some call "diluted", but Celmaru refuses to believe anything that most Humans and full-blooded Saiyans alike say about his bloodline. He had to live his entire life coping with this monotonous form of racism, and it wouldn't stop him now.
"No thanks." Celmaru said, catching the bullet in his hand, ".....Eh...still stings, I guess."
Both men freaked out at the sight of Celmaru catching a fired bullet. Celmaru tossed the bullet out of his still self-injured hand.
"My turn." Celmaru said, smirking.
Celmaru moved quickly to create an afterimage and vanish out of sight. The men, still only seeing his frozen afterimage, couldn't see Celmaru himself, and were overcome with confusion. Celmaru appeared once again after the afterimage dissipated, throwing a powerful left hook in the large man's lower jaw. This blow sent the large man into Cid and into three food stalls before getting knocked out by both the shock, and the force of the attack. Meanwhile, the cashier at the time, was cowering under the counter in front of him.
"Excuse me, sir?" Celmaru asked, looking at the cashier from above the counter, "Can I grab some food?"
"Y-y-y-yeah, s-sure." he said, whimpering.
"Fantastic! Thanks." Celmaru said happily, finally getting something to consume, "You can deal with these guys, right?"
The cashier blinked and simply said, "Huh?"
Leaving the comfort of the counter's backside, the cashier saw nothing but a partially damaged convenience store, unconscious criminals, and some missing packaged food, confusing him just as much as the previously conscious villains were. Police sirens were within earshot, and the cashier, still confused, stood there. He knew the police would be there soon, but they wouldn't believe his story, of a young man creating static images of himself, catching live, high-velocity ammunition, and being able to fly.
With a multitude of food in his hands, pockets, and even in his pants, Celmaru flew off into the next level of terrain, attempting to focus on training once again. Albeit known to Celmaru, the Arcosian he provoked, known as "The Black Death", was getting closer by the day....this was why he kept training, this is why he was training so seriously, and vigorously in the first place. Not just to protect himself, his family, or his city, but to protect his entire home world.
"Six years ago today, huh...." Celmaru muttered to himself, "...That mistake....."
The winds of the grasslands around him blew in a multitude of directions, brushing past his hair, through his clothes, and through the grass and trees around him. The green grass, which encompassed the land around him, glittered slightly with the morning dew. The tree he rests under sways lightly with the breeze. The rustling of the foliage around him calmed Celmaru, lulling him into a state of partial drowsiness. His arms were firmly placed behind his head, supporting his cranium. Celmaru's legs were crossed, giving him some form of comfort whilst resting on the rough earth beneath him. Leaning against the tree behind his back, Celmaru's eyes hung only half-open, recalling his past mistake, the reason he was out in a place like this, training with all his might, despite resting now. Yawning, Celmaru attempted to wake himself just a bit more, sitting up and feeling the breeze brush against his tired face.
"....." Celmaru blinked, then he jolted up off the ground. "Hyup!"
Celmaru jumped swiftly up off the ground, flying up several feet. Mere seconds passed until he hit the ground once again. Celmaru looked behind him, back at the large tree, and grinned triumphantly. A static image of Celmaru himself lied there, still resting. Shortly after, the image faded, leaving the imprint of Celmaru's resting body on the ground in front of the tree.
"Alright! My afterimage works." Celmaru exclaimed. "That's the third technique I've been able to use successfully now."
Looking away from the tree, and viewing the grassland before him, he set his mind back towards training, and why he's doing such a thing in the first place. Six years ago, on the very same day, Celmaru tried to provoke an Arcosian to gain a higher power level, so he could actually compete with his Father in combat. The Arcosian, as soon as the fight commenced, effortlessly defeated him in a mere 3 blows. One to the left leg, and another, which involved the weaponized nails of the Arcosian, to his face. After receiving a sharp pain across his right eye and cheek, Celmaru was blasted and finished off by a small energy blast, that of which nearly tore off his then weakened leg and further enhanced his current pain. Face-first in the mud under him, the Arcosian deemed Celmaru and his race useless, and planned to annihilate his planet's inhabitants, stating that a pathetic race like Celmaru's doesn't have a place in this universe. Despite looking unconscious, or even dead, Celmaru overheard the Arcosian speak of his plan. Celmaru was lucky that he hasn't shown himself on Earth yet, despite how much time has passed since then. Remembering that the Arcosian mentioned that he saw a tail on Celmaru, he once again felt a pang of guilt within him. All of the attacks on Saiyan outposts, and garrisons, etc. were because of him. The Arcosian thought that Celmaru was a full-blooded Saiyan, and that he came from Planet Vegeta, or even on a planet controlled by the Saiyan Solar Empire. Not many died on a universal scale, but plenty were injured, traumatized, or died after the attacks due to their internal injuries. This dubbed the Arcosian "The Black Death". Holding his guilt above him, somewhat struggling with it all, took it upon himself to defeat him, for all the Saiyans that were threatened because he wanted to get stronger just a tiny bit quicker.
Returning back to reality, Celmaru shook his head and said, "I can't think about this now. I have to continue training."
Celmaru broke into a sprint, and tried to jump to and fro between any trees and hillsides. Celmaru, eventually, was jumping off more trees than the earth below him itself. After countless trees and branches later, a stray tree appeared in Celmaru's path.
"Huh?" Celmaru then noticed the tree fully, "Wha-?! Gah!"
Celmaru immediately shot up into the air, using his Flight technique, levitated 15 feet off the ground.
"Phew....That was a bit too close..." Celmaru said, clutching at his heart.
Celmaru slowly descended towards the ground, and landed firmly on his feet, catching his breath. Celmaru observed the area around him, noticing that he was within a large clearing, perfect for quick physical training session. Celmaru undid his flowing, dark grey cape and stripped himself of his black, weather-worn jacket and set them softly along the ground. He jumped forward a few feet and began a quick training session.
"Yah! Hah! Oryaa!" Celmaru screamed, punching and kicking the air as fast as he possibly could, pushing his limits.
Celmaru was launching small ki blasts out into the atmostphere, judging his ability to create an energy barrage, and testing his Great Blast Crash attack.
Hoping to achieve a greater effect than last time, Celmaru held his up his right hand, palm flat, and his fingers curled skyward. Celmaru's hand felt a rush of warmth between his open palm and fingers, and then a small, concentrated ball of red and white ki emerged, levitating multiple inches from his arced fingers.
"....Better...." Celmaru whispered, focusing his ki.
Celmaru threw his arm behind him, with his left arm facing forward, his attack ready, tensing his body with anticipation for the intended effect to occur. Throwing his arms and hand forward in a full-power arc, Celmaru yelled,
"GREAT BLAST CRASH!"
The small sphere of ki was launched toward an unfortunately placed tree. On impact with the wooden surface, the energy attack exploded with a fiery burst of smoke, burnt wood, and pure energy.
Celmaru smirked at his attack's accomplishment, and continued his physical training in the clearing.
Then, Celmaru began throwing punches at nearby trees. Several trees suffered multiple dents within the wood, letting wood chips fly by Celmaru quickly, with little time to react, some even scratching his face. Then he decided to go for the largest tree he could find inside the clearing.
"Hiyaaaah!!" Celmaru shrieked.
*C-CRACK*
The tree Celmaru just punched was completely uprooted from it's spot in the earth, flying away from where Celmaru punched, crashing into other trees, and spinning into a multitude of directions before landing roughly about 100 feet away.
"Hah....hah......" Celmaru panted.
Sweat formed on the surface of his forehead, fell, and dripped off of his chin. There was a small pressure beginning to build up around Celmaru's stomach and abdomen. He immediately felt sore...at least, his right arm did. Celmaru's legs were also giving off a painful ache. Celmaru stood there in his punching position, still softly panting. After a short amount of time, Celmaru quickly inhaled through his clenched teeth, retracting his hand and clutching it with his left hand. Pain-made tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
"Sssss.....O-Ow...That's not good." Celmaru said shakily.
Celmaru looked at his right hand, and several blisters and cuts had formed on his fingers and knuckles. Rubbing his eyes, and attempting to shake the pain off, he continued to train.
* * *
Many hours have passed since the early morning light, presumably midday, and Celmaru was still training his physical strength. Multiple cuts, bruises, and blisters have formed all around his upper and lower body. His face was also flushed red, and was dripping with plentiful bounties of sweat, and even a tiny amount of blood. Celmaru's clothes have been torn, become covered in dirt, and a small about of his own blood was spattered here and there. Looking up at the sky, with the Sun looking back at him, Celmaru finally realized how much time he spent training. Then his stomach grumbled.....very loudly.
"Wow....I've gotten really hungry." Celmaru noticed, chuckling lightly, "Is there a town around here?"
After picking up his stripped clothing, Celmaru flew up into the sky surveying the immediate area around him. He tried to find anything in any possible direction, but found not a town nor city.
"Oh man..." Celmaru whined quietly, "Huh? Oh hey, there we go."
Celmaru had spotted a small, two-lane road on the other side of a large hill.
"Perfect." Celmaru muttered.
Celmaru then boosted the ki below him and flew off towards the road. Now following the road, Celmaru hoped he could find some food to eat somewhere soon, as he didn't know how to hunt for food himself. The road itself was thin, concerning the fact that it only had two lanes, and not many cars were driving down it. Landscapes from hills and grass to mountains and stone whizzed by Celmaru as he flew over the road. After what felt like an hour to Celmaru, he found a small convenience store on the outskirts of a small town.
"Oh thank Kami!" Celmaru exclaimed, slowly starving.
Celmaru flew down towards the store as fast as he could, getting a full view of the store in the process. Only one car was in the parking lot, and it wasn't even parked. The vehicle was a black storage van, waiting in the middle of the lot. Concerning the store, a window looked broken. Celmaru landed quickly and burst into the store, hoping to find some food before he fell over, near malnourished. When he opened the glass doors closing off the store's entrance to him and his food, he found two men in black masks, and in turtlenecks. Both wielded firearms of equal length and size, and one of them held a bag with a dollar sign branded on it. The cashier behind the counter was giving them the store's hard-earned Zeni, with a terrified look on his face. He looked terribly pale...
"Ahem..." Celmaru coughed.
Both men jerked towards Celmaru's direction, awfully alarmed.
"Whaddya want kid?" The Thin Man said.
"Yeah, what'cha want?" The Larger Man said.
"..." Celmaru stood there silently, crossing his arms.
"I s-said," then thinner of the two said, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
The larger man leaned in towards the thinner, whispering to him, "Hey, Cid, I don't think he's human. Look at his eyes."
"H-Huh?" Cid said
During their conversation, Celmaru began speaking, "Do you think I can't tell when an attempt at thievery occurs?
Both men looked towards Celmaru, looking him in the eyes, and ignoring his remark. When Celmaru rolled his eyes in annoyance, they both noticed a fierce flame, twitching with anticipation within his pupils, ready for a fight.
"Y-You're right." Cid whispered, "H-He's not, he's different."
"Well," Celmaru started, startling the men, "You're not wrong."
Then thinner of the two, giving in to his anxiousness, yelled and attempted to shoot Celmaru.
"Then e-eat t-this! Freak!" he shrieked.
Celmaru was used to being different from other Humans, despite being half of one. People around him always feared him for being even a mere half a proud warrior race. His blood, or bloodline, are what some call "diluted", but Celmaru refuses to believe anything that most Humans and full-blooded Saiyans alike say about his bloodline. He had to live his entire life coping with this monotonous form of racism, and it wouldn't stop him now.
"No thanks." Celmaru said, catching the bullet in his hand, ".....Eh...still stings, I guess."
Both men freaked out at the sight of Celmaru catching a fired bullet. Celmaru tossed the bullet out of his still self-injured hand.
"My turn." Celmaru said, smirking.
Celmaru moved quickly to create an afterimage and vanish out of sight. The men, still only seeing his frozen afterimage, couldn't see Celmaru himself, and were overcome with confusion. Celmaru appeared once again after the afterimage dissipated, throwing a powerful left hook in the large man's lower jaw. This blow sent the large man into Cid and into three food stalls before getting knocked out by both the shock, and the force of the attack. Meanwhile, the cashier at the time, was cowering under the counter in front of him.
"Excuse me, sir?" Celmaru asked, looking at the cashier from above the counter, "Can I grab some food?"
"Y-y-y-yeah, s-sure." he said, whimpering.
"Fantastic! Thanks." Celmaru said happily, finally getting something to consume, "You can deal with these guys, right?"
The cashier blinked and simply said, "Huh?"
Leaving the comfort of the counter's backside, the cashier saw nothing but a partially damaged convenience store, unconscious criminals, and some missing packaged food, confusing him just as much as the previously conscious villains were. Police sirens were within earshot, and the cashier, still confused, stood there. He knew the police would be there soon, but they wouldn't believe his story, of a young man creating static images of himself, catching live, high-velocity ammunition, and being able to fly.
With a multitude of food in his hands, pockets, and even in his pants, Celmaru flew off into the next level of terrain, attempting to focus on training once again. Albeit known to Celmaru, the Arcosian he provoked, known as "The Black Death", was getting closer by the day....this was why he kept training, this is why he was training so seriously, and vigorously in the first place. Not just to protect himself, his family, or his city, but to protect his entire home world.
