Post by Kizuki on Jan 15, 2016 6:47:31 GMT
[ For timeline purposes: this is still during The Devil's Knights voyage to Namek in space ]
[ Kizuki will be training under x30 Gravity, 2nd Gravity Training thread for week of 01/11 ]
[ PL: 54,155 ]
[ HW Active - Thread PL: 13,538 ]
[ Kizuki will be training under x30 Gravity, 2nd Gravity Training thread for week of 01/11 ]
[ PL: 54,155 ]
[ HW Active - Thread PL: 13,538 ]
Kizuki wasn't quite sure how much time had passed between his previous, solitary training within the gravity chamber and now. He had taken the time to eat, much to the ship's staffs' shock in terms of how much, and rest a bit in his own quarters. He was laying comfortably on his back, still in his attire from earlier which consisted of Saiyajin vest armor, gloves, boots, and a black bodysuit. Arms were folded behind his head, eyelids closed as he rested on his back. He wasn't asleep, though, he had woke up a few moments ago when he felt another presence in the room. Something weak and scared. Though, he pretended to be asleep in hopes that it would go away, but to no avail. "Nanda.. ?" ("What?") came his deep voice from between his lips. Not in a yell, or a shout, but still quite intimidating.
The little thing was one of Alaistair's "workers." A frail looking humanoid with odd colored skin and hair, the hair fashioned in a way Kizuki had never seen before, either. She stood there at the room's doorway, her hands clasped firmly in front of her, offering a slight bow, even though Kizuki wasn't looking at her or anything, really, as his eyes were still closed. "K-Kizuki-san, Alaistair-sama has asked me to inform you that we are steadily approaching Planet Namek, and our arrival is expected shortly. Is.. Is there anything you may need before we arrive? Kizuki-san?" The Saiyajin didn't move, instead, he took a deep breath before responding to the female. "Is the gravity chamber in use?" The young girl gulped loudly, shaking her head as if Kizuki could see her. "N-No, but.. Alaistair-sama thinks it's best to not put it into use while we are so close to landing. Perhaps it'd be best to--" Kizuki would promptly cut her off, a bit louder in speaking to her than he had been before. "Get out." And without much of an argument, she scurried off to leave the Saiyajin brute by his lonesome.
The nerve of The Devil thinking that it would be best for Kizuki to not do any training while their decent into Namek was coming so quickly. If anything, it meant Kizuki had to train more, and with much more intensity than before! He wasn't sure what or whom was waiting for the trio, but they were of the same race as Xylo and this particular Namekian proved to be quite the strong adversary and ally. Sitting up, Kizuki would slide himself off the bed and give a hearty stretch and yawn before leaving his quarters and making his way to the gravity chamber again. Some of the crew that Alaistair had enlisted looked at him with a bit of fear in their eyes. Perhaps they had been told all the frightful tales of how Saiyajin were bloodthirsty beasts that only enjoyed killing and planet conquering. For the most part, those tales weren't exactly false.
Once entering the chamber, the doors would slide closed and the computer would, quite noisily, come to life. All that was needed was Kizuki's verbal order to get things going. Taking in a few deep breaths, relaxing his body, Kizuki would prepare himself for the oncoming torture that was about to come. This chamber was different than the one that was in The Loft. It was one that Kizuki got his hands on personally for their trip, one that would be able to deploy robotic enemies to make the training more worthwhile, even under increased gravitational pulls. "Computer, increase gravity to thirty times the normal amount. No need to baby myself into this. Engage immediately." It didn't take long for the computer to register the verbal commands given by the Saiyajin, beeping and pinging in response, before it began to go through the process of completing Kizuki's request.
Firstly, the room's gravity would increase to ten times the normal amount, which Kizuki was clearly used to, and quickly after twenty times the norm. This gave Kizuki a bit of a shock, but his body was capable of taking it without too hard of a strain. Perhaps he should have gotten used to twenty times normal a bit more? Although, now, it was too late to change his mind. The chamber's computer would manipulate the room's gravitational pull to mimic that of thirty times the normal amount, the room shaking a bit and humming loudly from the power output that was being put into it. Kizuki would flinch as he felt his body getting heavier, almost unable to keep himself from falling over headfirst. He remained in a semi-squat position, fists clenched and attempting to stand up straight. The strain on his body caused his face to instantly form sweat beads along it, a vein popping up from his temple, eyes nearly bulging from his head, and teeth mashed together so tightly they could crack from the force. He HAD to overcome this! It was all he could do to ensure he was in top shape for whatever awaited him on Namek, and even beyond that!
With his strong back, he'd begin to straighten himself out, literally pulling his body away from the ground in an effort to not fall face down and be crushed by his own weight. His body vibrated a bit here and there, finding a stabilizing point and able to not succumb to the intense pull the chamber was giving off. With as much effort as possible, the Saiyajin would throw punches into the air, the weight of which was even worse than being under twenty times the normal gravity. Perhaps he had not taken enough time to rest in between sessions. What mattered now, though, was that he pushed his body to the limit. And even as he continued to work through the strenuous activities of just moving around in the chamber, it became easier. It became easier to get used to this level of gravity rather than the previous level. Perhaps he was better off not questioning himself anymore. After enough punches and kicks had been thrown, Kizuki found himself in better terms with the current gravity situation, wiping his brow of some sweat that had formed up there. It was time to kick things up a notch.
"Computer, release the training robot." As Kizuki made his command, a metal sphere would come detached from the wall and coming bounding to the chamber floor, rolling to a stop a few feet in front of him. It let out some steam from two exhaust holes in it, before whirling and whizzing as it began to transform and expand into something else. It was a crude looking thing, but the only training robot Kizuki could afford while on Vegeta and it would undoubtedly get the job done. It stood around the same height as Kizuki, save for the elongated head and slight hunched stance it took. An armored looking torso bore extended shoulder pads on its "armor", the same could be said for the gauntlets around its arms, knuckles nearly touching the ground, and around the shin area of its legs. Feet were simply two flat, pieces of metal that it could use to stomp around in. On its face, two red eyes glowed to life as the beast let out another few puffs of steam from its exhaust holes, sizing up the Saiyajin and assessing him.
(Please ignore the canteen on its back, and the staff it's holding.)
The little thing was one of Alaistair's "workers." A frail looking humanoid with odd colored skin and hair, the hair fashioned in a way Kizuki had never seen before, either. She stood there at the room's doorway, her hands clasped firmly in front of her, offering a slight bow, even though Kizuki wasn't looking at her or anything, really, as his eyes were still closed. "K-Kizuki-san, Alaistair-sama has asked me to inform you that we are steadily approaching Planet Namek, and our arrival is expected shortly. Is.. Is there anything you may need before we arrive? Kizuki-san?" The Saiyajin didn't move, instead, he took a deep breath before responding to the female. "Is the gravity chamber in use?" The young girl gulped loudly, shaking her head as if Kizuki could see her. "N-No, but.. Alaistair-sama thinks it's best to not put it into use while we are so close to landing. Perhaps it'd be best to--" Kizuki would promptly cut her off, a bit louder in speaking to her than he had been before. "Get out." And without much of an argument, she scurried off to leave the Saiyajin brute by his lonesome.
The nerve of The Devil thinking that it would be best for Kizuki to not do any training while their decent into Namek was coming so quickly. If anything, it meant Kizuki had to train more, and with much more intensity than before! He wasn't sure what or whom was waiting for the trio, but they were of the same race as Xylo and this particular Namekian proved to be quite the strong adversary and ally. Sitting up, Kizuki would slide himself off the bed and give a hearty stretch and yawn before leaving his quarters and making his way to the gravity chamber again. Some of the crew that Alaistair had enlisted looked at him with a bit of fear in their eyes. Perhaps they had been told all the frightful tales of how Saiyajin were bloodthirsty beasts that only enjoyed killing and planet conquering. For the most part, those tales weren't exactly false.
Once entering the chamber, the doors would slide closed and the computer would, quite noisily, come to life. All that was needed was Kizuki's verbal order to get things going. Taking in a few deep breaths, relaxing his body, Kizuki would prepare himself for the oncoming torture that was about to come. This chamber was different than the one that was in The Loft. It was one that Kizuki got his hands on personally for their trip, one that would be able to deploy robotic enemies to make the training more worthwhile, even under increased gravitational pulls. "Computer, increase gravity to thirty times the normal amount. No need to baby myself into this. Engage immediately." It didn't take long for the computer to register the verbal commands given by the Saiyajin, beeping and pinging in response, before it began to go through the process of completing Kizuki's request.
Firstly, the room's gravity would increase to ten times the normal amount, which Kizuki was clearly used to, and quickly after twenty times the norm. This gave Kizuki a bit of a shock, but his body was capable of taking it without too hard of a strain. Perhaps he should have gotten used to twenty times normal a bit more? Although, now, it was too late to change his mind. The chamber's computer would manipulate the room's gravitational pull to mimic that of thirty times the normal amount, the room shaking a bit and humming loudly from the power output that was being put into it. Kizuki would flinch as he felt his body getting heavier, almost unable to keep himself from falling over headfirst. He remained in a semi-squat position, fists clenched and attempting to stand up straight. The strain on his body caused his face to instantly form sweat beads along it, a vein popping up from his temple, eyes nearly bulging from his head, and teeth mashed together so tightly they could crack from the force. He HAD to overcome this! It was all he could do to ensure he was in top shape for whatever awaited him on Namek, and even beyond that!
With his strong back, he'd begin to straighten himself out, literally pulling his body away from the ground in an effort to not fall face down and be crushed by his own weight. His body vibrated a bit here and there, finding a stabilizing point and able to not succumb to the intense pull the chamber was giving off. With as much effort as possible, the Saiyajin would throw punches into the air, the weight of which was even worse than being under twenty times the normal gravity. Perhaps he had not taken enough time to rest in between sessions. What mattered now, though, was that he pushed his body to the limit. And even as he continued to work through the strenuous activities of just moving around in the chamber, it became easier. It became easier to get used to this level of gravity rather than the previous level. Perhaps he was better off not questioning himself anymore. After enough punches and kicks had been thrown, Kizuki found himself in better terms with the current gravity situation, wiping his brow of some sweat that had formed up there. It was time to kick things up a notch.
"Computer, release the training robot." As Kizuki made his command, a metal sphere would come detached from the wall and coming bounding to the chamber floor, rolling to a stop a few feet in front of him. It let out some steam from two exhaust holes in it, before whirling and whizzing as it began to transform and expand into something else. It was a crude looking thing, but the only training robot Kizuki could afford while on Vegeta and it would undoubtedly get the job done. It stood around the same height as Kizuki, save for the elongated head and slight hunched stance it took. An armored looking torso bore extended shoulder pads on its "armor", the same could be said for the gauntlets around its arms, knuckles nearly touching the ground, and around the shin area of its legs. Feet were simply two flat, pieces of metal that it could use to stomp around in. On its face, two red eyes glowed to life as the beast let out another few puffs of steam from its exhaust holes, sizing up the Saiyajin and assessing him.
(Please ignore the canteen on its back, and the staff it's holding.)
He had seen it in the training shop before he purchased it, the shop keep guaranteeing that it would be able to get the job done, to which Kizuki had no choice but to believe. "Well, you cost me enough money, tin can. Hopefully you can keep up." And with a roar, he'd call upon his ki to envelop his body, surrounding himself in a blue flame of energy almost instantly. Squatting down a bit he'd rocket off towards the robot, attempting to send a cocked back fist directly into the metal "jaw" of his opponent. But, before that was even possible, the training bot would quickly lift up a mechanized arm and trap Kizuki's fist within its own large hand. With a shock filled grunt, Kizuki would look from his entrapped fist back to the robot, who would use his other arm to slam directly into Kizuki's gut while releasing him, keeping him off the ground with a sickening thud of metal against armor, before using its other fist to impact his chest, sending the Saiyajin flying backwards into the chamber wall. His body flew at incredible speeds, ignoring the weight of the gravity around him to impact harshly against the wall, forming a Kizuki sized dent into it before his body slammed into the ground under him. A groan escaped his body as he began to pick himself up off the ground, placing a hand to his head where it was pounding already. "Alright. I deserved that. I underestimated you from the very beginning." It seemed this robot was able to withstand the might of the increased gravitational pull better than Kizuki could, responding to him with more steam shooting from its exhaust ports.
"You hit hard. Too bad you're nothing more than scrap metal forged together!" With a tinge of hatred in his voice, a deep rooted hatred for all "living synthetics", he'd once against fly off towards the training bot at full force, this time coming in low with a rising knee towards the "midsection" of the titanium beast, to which it was blocked with one of its hands though using his speed, Kizuki would slam a fist into the side of its extended cone head, knocking it back some with some robotic whining. A satisfied grin came to his lips as booted feet tapped against the chamber floor, watching the artificial being be forced to take a few steps backwards from the impact. It wasn't done, though. Nowhere near done. As it rooted itself in its stance, it rose both arms up to reveal red, semi-spheres embedded within its palms, which began to glow. His grin turned into a grimace, and before long, red laser blasts were fired at a machine gun's pace at him. With little time to react, Kizuki did his best to maintain speed within the chamber, the gravity no longer becoming that much of a burden as he would hop and flip his way away from each one, the blasts hitting the chamber walls, ceiling, and floor in small explosions, the material being able to handle it and not crumble away. Though, the robot seemed to have a trick up its sleeve, the body of it blurring away from Kizuki's line of sight. Wide eyed, he'd be able to hear it appear behind him as it slammed an elbow into the back of his head, sending him flying off towards the opposite wall.
Though, this time, Kizuki did not let his body become the wall's victim once again. Instead, contorting his form, he'd aim his booted feet towards it, controlling his forced flight with his ki in an attempt to use the wall to his advantage. Once his feet came in contact, he'd bounce off of it, using it as moment to fly towards the robot once again, this time, twisting in mid air to let his right leg fly downwards in a swooping kick. It was caught once again, though, the robot using both metallic hands to grab at the appendage only to bring him up and slam Kizuki back down onto the ground with a thud on his back. Cursing in pain, he'd watch as that metal foot came up and slammed down onto his armored chest plate, cracking the material with just one stomp as he let out a cry of pain, mouth opened wide to let blood and saliva spurt out. The robot's flat, metal foot would grind into place, causing even more pain to surge throughout the Saiyajin's body before it came up and slammed down again. This time, the armor cracking even further, and full on splitting in places. Another stomp, then another. Each time, his armor shattered into more pieces, the tiled ground under him cratering and spider webbing around his nearly broken body. He could feel himself losing consciousness, even hope as his eyes began to flutter closed.
"OKIRU!"
("GET UP!")
"You hit hard. Too bad you're nothing more than scrap metal forged together!" With a tinge of hatred in his voice, a deep rooted hatred for all "living synthetics", he'd once against fly off towards the training bot at full force, this time coming in low with a rising knee towards the "midsection" of the titanium beast, to which it was blocked with one of its hands though using his speed, Kizuki would slam a fist into the side of its extended cone head, knocking it back some with some robotic whining. A satisfied grin came to his lips as booted feet tapped against the chamber floor, watching the artificial being be forced to take a few steps backwards from the impact. It wasn't done, though. Nowhere near done. As it rooted itself in its stance, it rose both arms up to reveal red, semi-spheres embedded within its palms, which began to glow. His grin turned into a grimace, and before long, red laser blasts were fired at a machine gun's pace at him. With little time to react, Kizuki did his best to maintain speed within the chamber, the gravity no longer becoming that much of a burden as he would hop and flip his way away from each one, the blasts hitting the chamber walls, ceiling, and floor in small explosions, the material being able to handle it and not crumble away. Though, the robot seemed to have a trick up its sleeve, the body of it blurring away from Kizuki's line of sight. Wide eyed, he'd be able to hear it appear behind him as it slammed an elbow into the back of his head, sending him flying off towards the opposite wall.
Though, this time, Kizuki did not let his body become the wall's victim once again. Instead, contorting his form, he'd aim his booted feet towards it, controlling his forced flight with his ki in an attempt to use the wall to his advantage. Once his feet came in contact, he'd bounce off of it, using it as moment to fly towards the robot once again, this time, twisting in mid air to let his right leg fly downwards in a swooping kick. It was caught once again, though, the robot using both metallic hands to grab at the appendage only to bring him up and slam Kizuki back down onto the ground with a thud on his back. Cursing in pain, he'd watch as that metal foot came up and slammed down onto his armored chest plate, cracking the material with just one stomp as he let out a cry of pain, mouth opened wide to let blood and saliva spurt out. The robot's flat, metal foot would grind into place, causing even more pain to surge throughout the Saiyajin's body before it came up and slammed down again. This time, the armor cracking even further, and full on splitting in places. Another stomp, then another. Each time, his armor shattered into more pieces, the tiled ground under him cratering and spider webbing around his nearly broken body. He could feel himself losing consciousness, even hope as his eyes began to flutter closed.
"OKIRU!"
("GET UP!")
That voice. Where was it coming from? Even though his eyes were closed shut, the faint vision of a woman appeared in his head. That voice, it was hers! But how?! "OKIRU!" There it was again. Was he hearing things? Was he about to stare death in the face, under this robot's violent power? She was telling him to get up, pushing him further. "B-Buru.." He'd mutter through a mix of saliva and blood. The image would fade, but he found himself with a bit more motivation than before. Was she calling to him, or was his mind simply playing tricks on him? Either way, he would do as he was told. Eyes shooting wide open, as that metallic foot aimed down at his chest again. Hands reaching up and grabbing at it, gripping it tightly. "ENOUGH!" And with as much force as he could muster, Kizuki would push up against that foot, causing the metallic monster to go bounding backwards on its "behind" from the force. Slowly, the Saiyajin would roll over onto his side, feeling a few ribs definitely being broken. Flinching, a slow stand was made as the remnants of his armor crumbled around him. Painful breaths were taken, scowling deeply at his enemy, just a training partner but now seeing it as so much more. "Enough... That's.. ENOUGH!" And with one more mighty roar, lifting his head skyward, Kizuki's energy would crackle and erupt around him, pushing away the crumbled armor left on his body, and the pieces on the floor, pushing his power to the farthest possible limit. As that aura pulsated around him, fully powered now by a new sense of hope, he'd lower his head and gaze back down to the standing robot, sneering viciously at it.
His training "partner" would eventually find its way back to a stand, as Kizuki flew off towards it once again. This time, his punches and kicks were not so easily deflected or grabbed. In fact, Kizuki could make out dent formations appearing on the robot, proof that his attacks were hitting harder than before. Though, at some point, his right fist was grabbed but that metallic hand to halt the spar. Its body was littered with dents and cracks, though it was still able to defend itself it seemed. Although, with smoke and steam shooting from various parts of it, oil and other fluids dripping on the floor, and a buzzing and whining sound that it hadn't been doing before this training bot had definitely seen better days. Another sneer was given by the Saiyajin, twisting his form to check his hip into the robot's midsection, slightly loosening the grip on his fist before grabbing it and turning his back at the same time to hip toss the robot across the chamber, into the wall. With a heavy clang, the metallic beast sputtered and whined on the ground, trying to get back to a rooted position on its feet.
It was all Kizuki needed to see, standing on the opposite side of the chamber, his ki's aura still pulsating around him in full force. His right arm rose to about chest level, open palm aimed at the robot as evidence of an orb of ki began to form, swirling within his hand and glowing with life. He kept his eyes locked on the his struggling opponent, who was doing its best to fight back into a standing position, but it appeared a gear in its leg may have been broken from the intense throw. Useless. As that orb of ki grew larger, Kizuki would manipulate it in a way so as it fired, a wave of ki energy was fired from it, ripping through the increased gravitational pull of the chamber and aimed right at his robotic target. Once the head of the way made impact, the robot tried its best to grasp the wave, and dissipate it or deflect it elsewhere but to no avail. Eventually, its body was become engulfed by the intense power of his attack, nearly destroying the chamber itself upon impact. Once the smoke had cleared, Kizuki was lowering his arm to get a look at where his attack landed. The carnage was evident, the robot now in pieces, scattered around the room, all smoking and searing from the ki based attack. He had overcome, he had become stronger.
As his aura expanded and exploded into nothing around him and vanished, his power began to regulate itself and come down to normal levels. The voice had had called to him in his mind was hers, that was for sure. Even if he didn't remember her voice, he remembered her, and he definitely had seen her. But, how could he forget anything about her, anyway? Even after all this time. He looked down at his smoking, gloved hands, charred from the use of his own ki and from defending against his sparring partner. Just as he was going over, in his head, exactly what had gone on during that moment the gravity would forcefully switch back down to normal levels, Kizuki able to instantly feel a difference. Looking up from his hands a moment, he'd shoot a look at the door as it slid open to reveal the young attendant that had greeted him earlier. "Ahm.. Kizuki-san, I'm sorry to have interrupted your training, but.. Alaistair-sama has insisted on informing you we are moments away from our arrival on Namek and.." She was cut off promptly as Kizuki began to approach her, ruined boots tapping against the floor. She would move out of the way, a bit fearful it seemed, as the large Saiyajin stood in the doorway. Stopping, he'd look back briefly at the wreckage he had caused, the pile of scraps that used to be the training robot. Not looking at the young girl, he'd simply keep walking past her and out of the room. "Clean that up." was the only thing he uttered to her as he left her alone in the chamber.
So, it appeared they were closing in on Namek, Xylo's home world and the revived planet of Namekian history. What an odd thing to be a part of, never in all his life had he figured a planet could be revived after being vaporized. These.. Dragon Balls were surely an interesting part of the universe, it seemed, able to grant the user nearly any wish. Just what the limit on these wishes were, Kizuki wasn't sure of, but it appeared they had the power to revive a planet, in the very least. Having headed into his quarters, he'd let the door slide close behind him. It was time to freshen up and get changed. Soon he'd find out first hand just what all the fuss about Namek was for himself.
His training "partner" would eventually find its way back to a stand, as Kizuki flew off towards it once again. This time, his punches and kicks were not so easily deflected or grabbed. In fact, Kizuki could make out dent formations appearing on the robot, proof that his attacks were hitting harder than before. Though, at some point, his right fist was grabbed but that metallic hand to halt the spar. Its body was littered with dents and cracks, though it was still able to defend itself it seemed. Although, with smoke and steam shooting from various parts of it, oil and other fluids dripping on the floor, and a buzzing and whining sound that it hadn't been doing before this training bot had definitely seen better days. Another sneer was given by the Saiyajin, twisting his form to check his hip into the robot's midsection, slightly loosening the grip on his fist before grabbing it and turning his back at the same time to hip toss the robot across the chamber, into the wall. With a heavy clang, the metallic beast sputtered and whined on the ground, trying to get back to a rooted position on its feet.
It was all Kizuki needed to see, standing on the opposite side of the chamber, his ki's aura still pulsating around him in full force. His right arm rose to about chest level, open palm aimed at the robot as evidence of an orb of ki began to form, swirling within his hand and glowing with life. He kept his eyes locked on the his struggling opponent, who was doing its best to fight back into a standing position, but it appeared a gear in its leg may have been broken from the intense throw. Useless. As that orb of ki grew larger, Kizuki would manipulate it in a way so as it fired, a wave of ki energy was fired from it, ripping through the increased gravitational pull of the chamber and aimed right at his robotic target. Once the head of the way made impact, the robot tried its best to grasp the wave, and dissipate it or deflect it elsewhere but to no avail. Eventually, its body was become engulfed by the intense power of his attack, nearly destroying the chamber itself upon impact. Once the smoke had cleared, Kizuki was lowering his arm to get a look at where his attack landed. The carnage was evident, the robot now in pieces, scattered around the room, all smoking and searing from the ki based attack. He had overcome, he had become stronger.
As his aura expanded and exploded into nothing around him and vanished, his power began to regulate itself and come down to normal levels. The voice had had called to him in his mind was hers, that was for sure. Even if he didn't remember her voice, he remembered her, and he definitely had seen her. But, how could he forget anything about her, anyway? Even after all this time. He looked down at his smoking, gloved hands, charred from the use of his own ki and from defending against his sparring partner. Just as he was going over, in his head, exactly what had gone on during that moment the gravity would forcefully switch back down to normal levels, Kizuki able to instantly feel a difference. Looking up from his hands a moment, he'd shoot a look at the door as it slid open to reveal the young attendant that had greeted him earlier. "Ahm.. Kizuki-san, I'm sorry to have interrupted your training, but.. Alaistair-sama has insisted on informing you we are moments away from our arrival on Namek and.." She was cut off promptly as Kizuki began to approach her, ruined boots tapping against the floor. She would move out of the way, a bit fearful it seemed, as the large Saiyajin stood in the doorway. Stopping, he'd look back briefly at the wreckage he had caused, the pile of scraps that used to be the training robot. Not looking at the young girl, he'd simply keep walking past her and out of the room. "Clean that up." was the only thing he uttered to her as he left her alone in the chamber.
So, it appeared they were closing in on Namek, Xylo's home world and the revived planet of Namekian history. What an odd thing to be a part of, never in all his life had he figured a planet could be revived after being vaporized. These.. Dragon Balls were surely an interesting part of the universe, it seemed, able to grant the user nearly any wish. Just what the limit on these wishes were, Kizuki wasn't sure of, but it appeared they had the power to revive a planet, in the very least. Having headed into his quarters, he'd let the door slide close behind him. It was time to freshen up and get changed. Soon he'd find out first hand just what all the fuss about Namek was for himself.
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