Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 4:35:44 GMT
Yet another day of Fate's life. He woke up at about five in the morning, lazily dragged himself out of bed, and put his usual outfit on. Then proceeded to go downstairs and make himself some breakfast. Waffles as usual, he loved waffles. Albeit it was a literal stake of about twenty waffles. One of the few things that still brung him joy was eating some warm, buttery waffles with maple syrup. Add an some milk with that and well, Fate smiled, you've got yourself the perfect breakfast. It reminded him of how his mother used to make them. She always had such a bright smile in the morning while making them. She and Fate would sit down and enjoy them before going out for training. Then his smile disappeared as he remembered how those good days were ended so abruptly. He then sighed as he finished his meal and then washed his plate.
It was that time of month again. The time where he needed to drag himself out of the wilderness and go buy some more groceries. *Sigh* He hated associating with other people. The death of his mother, killing his father, the years of solitude, and his late brother constantly trying to kill him, had all made him rather untrusting of others. So he just didn't like socializing with those he was unfamiliar with. But he really needed to go get some food, being part Saiyan and all, he devoured a lot of food. How did he pay for it you may ask. With the money taken from people he either killed, or knocked out of course.
'Lets see here.' He thought as he looked though his pocket, pulling out around 10,000 Zeni. 'That should be enough.'
He then walked out the door, locked it, and then began the journey to the North Capitol Supermarket. However, as he was flying above a little village, he heard screaming from what sounded like a woman.
'Really, now? *Sigh* Lets see what going on.' He thought as he descended into the village.
He landed around twenty feet behind a group of thugs all of which had their backs to him. They seemed to be crowding around a rather familiar looking woman. Unsurprised, Fate made himself know by whistling. All the thugs turned around and looked at the teen before them. There were six thugs, all dressed in black, jackets, shirts, jeans, and shoes. Though they did have a different colored bandanas. From left to right, the colors were, black, blue, yellow, red, green, and white. Then Fate took a look at the woman behind said thugs only to be surprised that it was the same woman as last time.
"Zera?"
"Fate! Please help m-. Ow!" She screamed as one of the thugs slapped hard enough to send her falling towards the ground.
"Shaddup! Did I say you could speak?" Said the one with the red bandana. "Talk again, and I'll make sure it's a lot more painful!"
"What will be more painful exactly?" Fate asked, though he had an idea what the thug meant.
"What do you think, brat? What I like to do when I'm stressed. Beat the living daylights out of people!"
*Sigh* "Men like you give males a bad name. Luckily you won't live long."
"Ha! You think you can get passed my boys here? We're gonna kill ya, kid!"
"Really?" Fate questioned as he unsheathed his sword, made a quick upwards slash, and sheathed it again.
"Hahahaha! The heck was tha-? Aaahh!" The thug yelled in pain as his left arm suddenly fell off. He collapsed onto the ground screaming, his 'boys' gathering around him. Blood pouring from his wound.
"D-don't just s-stand there! K-k-kill him!" He struggled to say though the pain.
The men began to run towards Fate, all of them pulling out knives of varying shapes and sizes. But once to within a five foot radius of Fate, he suddenly appeared behind them. All of the thugs, frozen, just standing there.
"Huh, what are you idiots doing? Get him!" The downed thug yelled.
With a thud, the other five thugs fell on the ground, blood sprouting from numerous wounds on their bodies. The red bandana man watched as he 'boys' all collapsed, dead.
"Y-you murderer!"
"Like you weren't gonna do the same to me." Fate replied flat-out. He walked until he was in front of the man, who had managed to get himself into a sitting position.
"I'll make this quick."
"You're gonna regret th-!" Was all the thug could get out before, like many others before him, got decapitated. After ending yet another life Fate simply walked over to Zera and helped her onto her feet.
"Thanks for the help."
"This isn't going to become a thing, is it?
"No! It was just that my boyfriend and his friends cornered me and-!"
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yea, the one you just....beheaded." She said quietly.
"Oh. Sorry." Fate apologized realizing what he had just done.
"N-no need to be sorry. He did this because I was breaking up with him is all. Well anyway, bye!"
"Are you absolutely sure you don't need help?"
"Yea, I'm sure. I live just down the street. And I already called some friends. Thanks again." She said as she ran out of the alley.
'She needs to get herself a bodyguard or something.' Fate thought as he levitated into the air. 'She gets cornered too much.'
He then continued his flight towards the store. In which it basically went down the same way as it always does. Awkward conversations, weird silences, and having to hide to avoid cops. He is a wanted criminal after all, wanted for Vigilantism, and murder. A lot of murder. And even though he could handle the cops, he'd prefer to not have to. So after getting his groceries, he always flies straight home. Like he is now. After getting home and putting up the groceries, he decided to go out for a bit and train some.
-An hour later-
Fate was training intensely in the highlands of the north. You could see his breath as he threw punch after punch and kick after kick. He'd been out here for around an hour training in this environment that many humans referred to as harsh. But it was nothing to him, he and his mother had came here to train numerous times. Even before her their family split, they would train together here. They were planning on training here after Fate lost that tournament eight years ago, but she died. He didn't like to think about that day, too many bad memories, too much pain.
He yelled as he launched a Genocide Burst towards the sky. No time to think about the past. With that peace conference and all he had to get prepared for all the possible threats. There would be many, powerful warriors to deal with. He didn't want any of them messing up his home. No, he'd killed them before they could do such a thing. He'd kill anyone who defiled the place he called home. That person could be family, friend, or foe, it didn't matter, he'd kill them without the slightest hint of mercy. No regret, or remorse. He would end them and anyone else. Just because he was cold, merciless, and uncaring for the most part, didn't mean he allow someone to do as they please to anyone.
He hated those who oppressed other simply because they had the power to do so. He killed many people with that mindset, his hate for them growing bigger with each kill he made. He hated those who took advantage of others simply because they could. He hated them with a passion. He hated those like his father. He hated his mother for leaving him. He hated his brother for blaming him for both their parents deaths. He hated a lot of things, but he knew how to control that hate and anger. This is how he gained the nickname 'The Sage', because he honed his rage and made it into a weapon.
He was a force of pure destruction. He was hate incarnate. He was rage in its calmed form. He was insanity with a touch of self control. He was the Grim Reaper towards his enemies. He was a guardian towards his allies. He...was...unstoppable.
It was that time of month again. The time where he needed to drag himself out of the wilderness and go buy some more groceries. *Sigh* He hated associating with other people. The death of his mother, killing his father, the years of solitude, and his late brother constantly trying to kill him, had all made him rather untrusting of others. So he just didn't like socializing with those he was unfamiliar with. But he really needed to go get some food, being part Saiyan and all, he devoured a lot of food. How did he pay for it you may ask. With the money taken from people he either killed, or knocked out of course.
'Lets see here.' He thought as he looked though his pocket, pulling out around 10,000 Zeni. 'That should be enough.'
He then walked out the door, locked it, and then began the journey to the North Capitol Supermarket. However, as he was flying above a little village, he heard screaming from what sounded like a woman.
'Really, now? *Sigh* Lets see what going on.' He thought as he descended into the village.
He landed around twenty feet behind a group of thugs all of which had their backs to him. They seemed to be crowding around a rather familiar looking woman. Unsurprised, Fate made himself know by whistling. All the thugs turned around and looked at the teen before them. There were six thugs, all dressed in black, jackets, shirts, jeans, and shoes. Though they did have a different colored bandanas. From left to right, the colors were, black, blue, yellow, red, green, and white. Then Fate took a look at the woman behind said thugs only to be surprised that it was the same woman as last time.
"Zera?"
"Fate! Please help m-. Ow!" She screamed as one of the thugs slapped hard enough to send her falling towards the ground.
"Shaddup! Did I say you could speak?" Said the one with the red bandana. "Talk again, and I'll make sure it's a lot more painful!"
"What will be more painful exactly?" Fate asked, though he had an idea what the thug meant.
"What do you think, brat? What I like to do when I'm stressed. Beat the living daylights out of people!"
*Sigh* "Men like you give males a bad name. Luckily you won't live long."
"Ha! You think you can get passed my boys here? We're gonna kill ya, kid!"
"Really?" Fate questioned as he unsheathed his sword, made a quick upwards slash, and sheathed it again.
"Hahahaha! The heck was tha-? Aaahh!" The thug yelled in pain as his left arm suddenly fell off. He collapsed onto the ground screaming, his 'boys' gathering around him. Blood pouring from his wound.
"D-don't just s-stand there! K-k-kill him!" He struggled to say though the pain.
The men began to run towards Fate, all of them pulling out knives of varying shapes and sizes. But once to within a five foot radius of Fate, he suddenly appeared behind them. All of the thugs, frozen, just standing there.
"Huh, what are you idiots doing? Get him!" The downed thug yelled.
With a thud, the other five thugs fell on the ground, blood sprouting from numerous wounds on their bodies. The red bandana man watched as he 'boys' all collapsed, dead.
"Y-you murderer!"
"Like you weren't gonna do the same to me." Fate replied flat-out. He walked until he was in front of the man, who had managed to get himself into a sitting position.
"I'll make this quick."
"You're gonna regret th-!" Was all the thug could get out before, like many others before him, got decapitated. After ending yet another life Fate simply walked over to Zera and helped her onto her feet.
"Thanks for the help."
"This isn't going to become a thing, is it?
"No! It was just that my boyfriend and his friends cornered me and-!"
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yea, the one you just....beheaded." She said quietly.
"Oh. Sorry." Fate apologized realizing what he had just done.
"N-no need to be sorry. He did this because I was breaking up with him is all. Well anyway, bye!"
"Are you absolutely sure you don't need help?"
"Yea, I'm sure. I live just down the street. And I already called some friends. Thanks again." She said as she ran out of the alley.
'She needs to get herself a bodyguard or something.' Fate thought as he levitated into the air. 'She gets cornered too much.'
He then continued his flight towards the store. In which it basically went down the same way as it always does. Awkward conversations, weird silences, and having to hide to avoid cops. He is a wanted criminal after all, wanted for Vigilantism, and murder. A lot of murder. And even though he could handle the cops, he'd prefer to not have to. So after getting his groceries, he always flies straight home. Like he is now. After getting home and putting up the groceries, he decided to go out for a bit and train some.
-An hour later-
Fate was training intensely in the highlands of the north. You could see his breath as he threw punch after punch and kick after kick. He'd been out here for around an hour training in this environment that many humans referred to as harsh. But it was nothing to him, he and his mother had came here to train numerous times. Even before her their family split, they would train together here. They were planning on training here after Fate lost that tournament eight years ago, but she died. He didn't like to think about that day, too many bad memories, too much pain.
He yelled as he launched a Genocide Burst towards the sky. No time to think about the past. With that peace conference and all he had to get prepared for all the possible threats. There would be many, powerful warriors to deal with. He didn't want any of them messing up his home. No, he'd killed them before they could do such a thing. He'd kill anyone who defiled the place he called home. That person could be family, friend, or foe, it didn't matter, he'd kill them without the slightest hint of mercy. No regret, or remorse. He would end them and anyone else. Just because he was cold, merciless, and uncaring for the most part, didn't mean he allow someone to do as they please to anyone.
He hated those who oppressed other simply because they had the power to do so. He killed many people with that mindset, his hate for them growing bigger with each kill he made. He hated those who took advantage of others simply because they could. He hated them with a passion. He hated those like his father. He hated his mother for leaving him. He hated his brother for blaming him for both their parents deaths. He hated a lot of things, but he knew how to control that hate and anger. This is how he gained the nickname 'The Sage', because he honed his rage and made it into a weapon.
He was a force of pure destruction. He was hate incarnate. He was rage in its calmed form. He was insanity with a touch of self control. He was the Grim Reaper towards his enemies. He was a guardian towards his allies. He...was...unstoppable.