Post by Callio on Jan 1, 2016 2:17:21 GMT
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“Bowed down to get the kings overthrown and I'm all alone and the fire grows”
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Present Day - Location Unknown
"Three-hundred years." actually saying it out loud made it seem a whole lot more real than it had been before. It certainly didn't take away the wow factor of it all though. What could possible take away the magical feeling of having slipt through time though? Of knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that you are setting foot on soil that is 300 hundred years younger than you know it to be. Hell the water he was currently hovering above held the glow of something much younger. That could of also had to do with the fact it wasn't being pumped full of toxic waste produced by one the various Arcosian Factories that one would one day dot the landscape. "What the hell am I going to do with myself? it was a question he didn't need an answer for. He had after all been to see the current Kami of the planet, and the man, Bing, had agreed to train him. Of course that had been after he shut down Cal's request to enter into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The real question he was asking himself wasn't what to do with himself, but more so what to do after everything was finished.
Did he try to return home? Hopefully end up at a point in time where he could manage to save Sarah, and join the Z-Rebels in their fight against the Arcosian Royal Empire. That would have been the ideal scenario but it was entirely unlikely that he'd be so lucky as to have it happen. That was assuming he could even manage to get back into his time after he was finished training her. How exactly does one go about opening a open trough time and space a second time? Especially considering he had no idea how he opened it up the first time. Perhaps that was what he needed to be focusing on, figuring out how the hell this all happened. He folded his arms against his chest and let out a heavy sigh. "Easier said than done." he muttered, where exactly did being his search? He wasn't a scholar, he was a warrior, something his father had made sure of. Being a warrior wasn't going to do him much good in his quest for answers.
He supposed the best place to start would be the past. His memories of the events leading up to the day he slipt through time were crystal clear, but he'd get to that point eventually. If he was really going to search through his memories for the reason why he had been transported into the distant past, he'd have to start at the beginning. Callio relaxed his body and took a sitting position in the air. His legs crossed together and his hands pressed lightly against his thighs. He closed his eyes and began to relax his mind as well. He focused on the memories that were formed during the day the invasion started. The day that started his evolution from child into a man, for not only was this the day invaders stormed Earth it was also the day his father left him behind.
300 Years In The Future - West City
It was raining, and it was raining hard. His hands were pressed against the glass window inside of his kitchen, strands of red hair falling in front of his face as he gazed out into the busy streets of West City. Despite having lived within the city for the thirteen years he had been alive, he hadn't managed to get use to the level of activity this place had. It was a stark contrast to all the other places his father had taken him during their time training. The forests were peaceful, the wastelands were desolate, the mountains vacant, and the caves hollow. They had all been places so devoid of any actual life. He had been told the reason for this was so that they wouldn't hurt anyone while training, but Callio felt like there was another reason. He felt like it was because his father didn't want anyone to see how much of a loser his son actually was. Pride was important to a Saiyan and perhaps even more so his father. A person who had basically tossed all of his pride the moment things with Earth grew peaceful.
"Callio take your hands of the window and turn around, we're eating supper." his mother's voice forced him out of his thoughts. He did as he was told, turning himself around in his chair and facing the table. His eyes darted towards the plate of food in front of him. Steak, mash potatoes, and broccoli three things that just so happened to be his favorites. They had only been back at least an hour or so and she had already gotten dinner done. His father must have told her they were coming home ahead of time, or she certainly wouldn't have been able to get all of this prepared so quickly. The half-saiyan's eyes moved from the food before him towards the woman who had prepared it. Why was it that no matter how hard his father pushed him into the path of hatred, and forced him to endure painful hardships that it all just disappeared when he looked upon her face.
Callio's mother was a fair skinned, green eyed, red haired, and small framed person. Nothing about her screamed dangerous, and the soft manner in which spoke helped ensure that fact as well. She was without question perhaps one of the weakest adult humans alive on the planet at this very moment. In fact Callio knew the exact level of his mother's power, a measly 45. Something he had only managed to figure because he had 'borrowed' his father old scouter to discover it. Cal could see nothing in his mother that he saw his father, and that had to be the reason why. She made him feel safe, not because she was strong but because she was weak. Yet...he also felt the needed to protect her because of that weakness, such conflicting emotions for the thirteen year old to have.
While Callio knew what he saw in his mother, he didn't know what his father saw. How could a man with such darkness in his heart, and a mind for being a soldier fall in love with someone like his mother? How could he fall in love at all? Callio took a bite of his potatoes, staring at the bulky Saiyan sitting to his right as he did so. Perhaps he was a far more complex person that Callio gave him credit for. That was the only reasonable explanation as to why that came into his mind.
Callio's gazed rested on his father perhaps a lot longer than it should have been because the Saiyan Kale took noticed and shot a quick glare at the boy. As a result Callio ducked his head downward and began to stare into his plate as he ate. The three probably would have ate in silence from that moment on if his mother hadn't been able to pick up on the sudden tension in the air. "How has your training been going Callio? a question he wasn't entirely sure he knew the correct answer to. He knew how he FELT it was going. Which was good. He certainly vastly more powerful than he had at any other point in his life. "I-I think it's going really well, I feel like I've made a lot of progress." his father made a hmph sound the moment Callio finished talking. He could feel his blood start to boil from disrespectful act that his father had just performed.
"And what to do think about his training so far Kale? Has our little boy turned into a little warrior yet?" the way she spoke to his father was as if she had no idea of how seriously he took the training. Callio was half expecting his father to reply to the question with a lot of anger, but he had learned from past experiences that wasn't going to happen. There was something about his mother that tamed Callio's father, in way that Cal could never fully understand. "He has a long way to go before he reaches the status of warrior, 'little' or otherwise." he took large bite of his steak and looked towards his wife. The look upon her features was one that demanded Kale say something at least slightly positive about the training they had been doing. He swallowed the steak in his mouth and then rolled his eyes looking towards Cal afterwards. "But I suppose you've made at least a little progress." that was as good as it was going to get from his father and Callio knew it. His mother on the other hand didn't look quite as pleased with Kale's performance. She flusteredly cut into her steak and glared at her husband, "Well I think he's made tons of a progress. I mean just look at him," he pointed her steak knife towards him, "thirteen years old and already looking like a champion. You should be really proud of yourself Cal, I know that I'm proud of you. Now matter how little progress your father has said you made."
Callio couldn't help but let a small smile make it's way across his lips. His mother had just one-up'd his father and despite how often it happened it never lost its entertainment value. "Thank you mother." Callio bowed his head towards the woman who had birthed him. He had the strength of a Saiyan but the manners of a respectful human, such a strange combination. Conversation at the dinner table began to pick up after this, and like every time they ate dinner together Callio was able to forget that his family was a dysfunctional mess.
After finishing dinner and washing the dishes like his mother had asked, Callio returned himself to the window in the kitchen. It was still raining and it made everything look oddly beautiful. He once more placed his hand against the glass window and a frown formed across his face. How many more moments like this was he going to be able to have before the truth finally came out? They could only pretend to be happy for so long before Callio snapped and made a choice he wasn't going to be able to take back. It was either that or his father finally got tired of living his life so controlled. He removed his hand from the window and let out a sigh before turning around and heading towards his bedroom. As he was right in front of his door Callio stopped moving and turned his head towards the window at the end of the hall. He felt...strange all of sudden, like something bad was about to happen. He shrugged and made his way into his bedroom to sleep.
This would be the last time his family slept under the same roof, and the last true moment of happiness he'd have with his family..
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