Post by Edoma on Dec 28, 2016 20:09:22 GMT
(Just a little solo to get back into the swing of things, the fifth match between Edoma and Dura)
This would be the first time Edoma came here without making any sort of crater. Every time before Edo had come straight from Vegeta to battle the old man in Valley Village, only this time, he had been on earth for a whole year, albeit a hellish one. Really it started out nice, he met some interesting people, had some interesting spars, it really wasn’t until a couple of months after his decision to remain on the blue sphere did his ten months of torment began. Honestly that said, the teen thought it best he not do this at all, surely Dura would wait another month or so. Of course, he was a stubborn teenager, really an average teenager. He really didn’t have too much to worry about, only an occasional sleepless night brought on by withdrawal, a still healing broken leg, and general depression from the past ten months, nothing he can’t handle, or so he’d like to think.
Edoma arrived at the village, hoping to find the old man lounging under the welcome sign as per usual, however today seemed to be an anomaly. Compared to anyone else the half breed knew, the people of Valley Village all greeted the teen the same way they had for the past four years, as if nothing happened. It was almost as if, and the thought nearly made the teen vomit, but as if he was one of them. It made sense though in Edo’s mind, they had no reason to worry about him, he only ever showed up once a year, and that was to fight their guardian. Speaking of, where was the geezer? Edoma figured the bar would be the next best place to check, old childish man like him was probably already drinking. Still nothing.
“Is that the Soya kid?” the bartender asked one of his customers.
“I think so.” Replied the patron. “Hey Edoma! You looking for Dura?” he then called.
“Great they know my name… Yeah, have you seen him?” the hybrid queried, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Sure, he’s in the wastes, he’s been making weekly trips there this whole month.” Answered a familiar feminine voice. Edoma looked and saw the doctor that had teamed up with her assistant to beat the poor saiyan up. “He’s been really down for a while for some reason.” She then stood up to head back to her office. However, on her trip she stopped at the threshold. “Good to see you healthy brat, stop by my office if you need help… seriously.” She sounded almost too sincere for the teens liking. Still, if he was in the wastes, then that’s where Edo would go. The flight there was a relief, walking around on his sore leg was less than fun for the saiyan. Which raised a question for him as he flew. How the hell was he supposed to beat him on this leg? He’d gotten much stronger to be sure, though in his current condition, he probably only showed about a third of what he was sure he could do. Knowing the old man though, Edo would get plenty of time to think of a good strategy.
As Edoma approached the wastes, as told, he found Dura, not lounging, nor drinking, instead sitting cross legged, his hands resting on his knees. He was meditating, to the teens surprise.
“I heard you died.” Dura spoke, his eyes seemingly glued shut. “I couldn’t sense you anywhere for almost a whole year. Would have been a shame if this planet managed to kill you. You and I still have our fight. Which makes me wonder…” he brought himself up, slowly, his age starting to show, the man seeming to favor his shoulders. “What happened to you, I don’t just mean when you ‘died,’ I mean this whole year.” A gentle smile came to the guardian’s face.
Edoma didn’t reciprocate, instead taking a fighting stance. “I didn’t come here to talk, you know why I’m here so let’s do it.” He growled coldly. The last thing the teen wanted was to relive the past year, even if only verbally. He let his power flare up as much as possible, a slight twinge in his left leg. Dura sighed in defeat, then had a wicked smile slither onto his face.
The guardian made the first move, choosing to disperse with his usual opening strike to the back of the neck, instead attempting to trip the teen, only going for his right leg though. Edo managed to jump out of the way, before somehow completely forgetting the fracture in his tibia, or perhaps fibula, even both, went to kick the old man in the head. Dura let the kick land, his wicked smile still plastered to his face. He only flinched slightly, however in a moment of comedic timing, Edo’s face slowly contorted with pain, before he was left hopping on one knee, yelling, and swearing in pain.
“Come on Edo, it’s your first year on Earth, take some time to reflect on what you’ve done, grow from your triumphs, learn from your mistakes.” Dura suggested, his expected childish tone back. “Could help.”
Edo wasn’t having it, instead flying into the air to attempt another kick, this time with his non-crippled limb. Dura managed to duck the attack, though not without a moment of surprise. He then managed to catch Edo’s ankle, then hurled the teen behind him, sending him straight for one of the many rock formations. The cliff bound teen wasn’t about to just take the plunge, firing off a small cherry bomb towards the old man. He easily deflected it, sending it soaring into the sky before it exploded. This did however distract Dura enough for him to miss the saiyan spring himself from the rock wall, fist reeled back. It soon sank into the old man’s stomach, again throwing him for a loop. Dura knew Edo was big on landing his blows anywhere from the neck up, but he forgot his second favorite was a gut punch. This sent the old man skidding back, clouds of dust and gravel flying from his heels. He looked up shocked, now grabbing his abdomen, only again to see the teen flying towards him. This time he was ready, blocking most of the furious flurry of attacks. Edo was too busy trying to beat the old man to death to realize that Dura was intentionally refraining from hitting the teen in the left leg.
“Time out kid!” Dura called, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’m sorry Edo, but I can’t do this, not with you in such a sad state.”
This brought a very common anger from the teen. “What’s that supposed to mean old man! God, can I not have a single fight with you where you don’t piss me off?!”
Dura sighed, his smile vanishing. With a speed, not even the young warrior could see, the old man had his foot a hair away from the exact spot that Edo had broken his leg. He practically shrieked, jumping back, only to have Dura now with his open palm in front of Edoma’s eyes. Another jump back, this time with a sharp pained gasp emanating from the saiyan. “Look at you Edoma, you can hardly stay on your feet.”
“I’m fine you old bastard!” Edo shouted shakily. He knew full well that was a lie, he could feel his left leg painfully convulsing, his eyes stinging so bad he could hardly keep them open. To add to it, he was new breathing very heavily, despite barely having done any actually fighting. “Shut up and fight me!”
“So you can lose again?” the old man chuckled childishly.
Edoma roared with anger, firing a Dura Cannon at the guardian.
“Oh you kept it.” He said now behind the young fighter. “Edoma I’m not saying you’ll lose because you’re too weak, hell I think if this were a good day for you, you may actually give me a run for my money. I mean both physically and mentally you’re not in a place where you can fight to your fullest.” He then too ka seat, taking a sigh of relief. “Come on, tell me what you did this year, you can even skip out on the bad stuff, though I do want to know, it’s up to you.”
Edo grumbled to himself before taking a seat himself. What did he do besides get kidnapped and drugged by a group of saiyan hating humans? “Right…” he thought aloud. “I met Jerry and his clown. He’s actually the first capable person I met since I got to this planet.”
“The first?” Dura asked, no doubt referring to himself
“Oh right, and I guess the doctor back at the town.” Edo jibbed, a small smile finally cracking his own face. “Then I went to the southern islands and met a whole bunch of people. It was, interesting to say the least, there were some interesting people there, one of them was probably stronger than the two of us combined.” He said pointing between himself and Dura. “And then… And then… I met someone, really old, older than yourself I’d say.” Edo stopped, a wave of guilt washing over him.
“Sounds to me like something happened between you two.”
Edoma didn’t reply, only let his head sink between his knees. “Pathetic,” he said to himself, “I’m a saiyan, blubbering like a human.” He growled through tears.
The teen then felt a hand rest itself on his back. “Edoma Soya, go recover, get your strength back, then fight me with everything you’ve got. You hear me.” Dura ordered the teen.
Edo stared up into the old man’s eyes, almost in awe. This didn’t last long though, as the saiyan regained his senses and launched into the air, seemingly furious. “I don’t take orders from you old man!” With that the teen shot off. Furious wasn’t the word to describe his feelings, more flustered.
Dura was left just smiling to himself, as he watched the overly dramatic teenager fly off. “You raised a good kid Mae, I’m proud of you.” He said to himself, before heading back to Valley Village.
This would be the first time Edoma came here without making any sort of crater. Every time before Edo had come straight from Vegeta to battle the old man in Valley Village, only this time, he had been on earth for a whole year, albeit a hellish one. Really it started out nice, he met some interesting people, had some interesting spars, it really wasn’t until a couple of months after his decision to remain on the blue sphere did his ten months of torment began. Honestly that said, the teen thought it best he not do this at all, surely Dura would wait another month or so. Of course, he was a stubborn teenager, really an average teenager. He really didn’t have too much to worry about, only an occasional sleepless night brought on by withdrawal, a still healing broken leg, and general depression from the past ten months, nothing he can’t handle, or so he’d like to think.
Edoma arrived at the village, hoping to find the old man lounging under the welcome sign as per usual, however today seemed to be an anomaly. Compared to anyone else the half breed knew, the people of Valley Village all greeted the teen the same way they had for the past four years, as if nothing happened. It was almost as if, and the thought nearly made the teen vomit, but as if he was one of them. It made sense though in Edo’s mind, they had no reason to worry about him, he only ever showed up once a year, and that was to fight their guardian. Speaking of, where was the geezer? Edoma figured the bar would be the next best place to check, old childish man like him was probably already drinking. Still nothing.
“Is that the Soya kid?” the bartender asked one of his customers.
“I think so.” Replied the patron. “Hey Edoma! You looking for Dura?” he then called.
“Great they know my name… Yeah, have you seen him?” the hybrid queried, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Sure, he’s in the wastes, he’s been making weekly trips there this whole month.” Answered a familiar feminine voice. Edoma looked and saw the doctor that had teamed up with her assistant to beat the poor saiyan up. “He’s been really down for a while for some reason.” She then stood up to head back to her office. However, on her trip she stopped at the threshold. “Good to see you healthy brat, stop by my office if you need help… seriously.” She sounded almost too sincere for the teens liking. Still, if he was in the wastes, then that’s where Edo would go. The flight there was a relief, walking around on his sore leg was less than fun for the saiyan. Which raised a question for him as he flew. How the hell was he supposed to beat him on this leg? He’d gotten much stronger to be sure, though in his current condition, he probably only showed about a third of what he was sure he could do. Knowing the old man though, Edo would get plenty of time to think of a good strategy.
As Edoma approached the wastes, as told, he found Dura, not lounging, nor drinking, instead sitting cross legged, his hands resting on his knees. He was meditating, to the teens surprise.
“I heard you died.” Dura spoke, his eyes seemingly glued shut. “I couldn’t sense you anywhere for almost a whole year. Would have been a shame if this planet managed to kill you. You and I still have our fight. Which makes me wonder…” he brought himself up, slowly, his age starting to show, the man seeming to favor his shoulders. “What happened to you, I don’t just mean when you ‘died,’ I mean this whole year.” A gentle smile came to the guardian’s face.
Edoma didn’t reciprocate, instead taking a fighting stance. “I didn’t come here to talk, you know why I’m here so let’s do it.” He growled coldly. The last thing the teen wanted was to relive the past year, even if only verbally. He let his power flare up as much as possible, a slight twinge in his left leg. Dura sighed in defeat, then had a wicked smile slither onto his face.
The guardian made the first move, choosing to disperse with his usual opening strike to the back of the neck, instead attempting to trip the teen, only going for his right leg though. Edo managed to jump out of the way, before somehow completely forgetting the fracture in his tibia, or perhaps fibula, even both, went to kick the old man in the head. Dura let the kick land, his wicked smile still plastered to his face. He only flinched slightly, however in a moment of comedic timing, Edo’s face slowly contorted with pain, before he was left hopping on one knee, yelling, and swearing in pain.
“Come on Edo, it’s your first year on Earth, take some time to reflect on what you’ve done, grow from your triumphs, learn from your mistakes.” Dura suggested, his expected childish tone back. “Could help.”
Edo wasn’t having it, instead flying into the air to attempt another kick, this time with his non-crippled limb. Dura managed to duck the attack, though not without a moment of surprise. He then managed to catch Edo’s ankle, then hurled the teen behind him, sending him straight for one of the many rock formations. The cliff bound teen wasn’t about to just take the plunge, firing off a small cherry bomb towards the old man. He easily deflected it, sending it soaring into the sky before it exploded. This did however distract Dura enough for him to miss the saiyan spring himself from the rock wall, fist reeled back. It soon sank into the old man’s stomach, again throwing him for a loop. Dura knew Edo was big on landing his blows anywhere from the neck up, but he forgot his second favorite was a gut punch. This sent the old man skidding back, clouds of dust and gravel flying from his heels. He looked up shocked, now grabbing his abdomen, only again to see the teen flying towards him. This time he was ready, blocking most of the furious flurry of attacks. Edo was too busy trying to beat the old man to death to realize that Dura was intentionally refraining from hitting the teen in the left leg.
“Time out kid!” Dura called, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’m sorry Edo, but I can’t do this, not with you in such a sad state.”
This brought a very common anger from the teen. “What’s that supposed to mean old man! God, can I not have a single fight with you where you don’t piss me off?!”
Dura sighed, his smile vanishing. With a speed, not even the young warrior could see, the old man had his foot a hair away from the exact spot that Edo had broken his leg. He practically shrieked, jumping back, only to have Dura now with his open palm in front of Edoma’s eyes. Another jump back, this time with a sharp pained gasp emanating from the saiyan. “Look at you Edoma, you can hardly stay on your feet.”
“I’m fine you old bastard!” Edo shouted shakily. He knew full well that was a lie, he could feel his left leg painfully convulsing, his eyes stinging so bad he could hardly keep them open. To add to it, he was new breathing very heavily, despite barely having done any actually fighting. “Shut up and fight me!”
“So you can lose again?” the old man chuckled childishly.
Edoma roared with anger, firing a Dura Cannon at the guardian.
“Oh you kept it.” He said now behind the young fighter. “Edoma I’m not saying you’ll lose because you’re too weak, hell I think if this were a good day for you, you may actually give me a run for my money. I mean both physically and mentally you’re not in a place where you can fight to your fullest.” He then too ka seat, taking a sigh of relief. “Come on, tell me what you did this year, you can even skip out on the bad stuff, though I do want to know, it’s up to you.”
Edo grumbled to himself before taking a seat himself. What did he do besides get kidnapped and drugged by a group of saiyan hating humans? “Right…” he thought aloud. “I met Jerry and his clown. He’s actually the first capable person I met since I got to this planet.”
“The first?” Dura asked, no doubt referring to himself
“Oh right, and I guess the doctor back at the town.” Edo jibbed, a small smile finally cracking his own face. “Then I went to the southern islands and met a whole bunch of people. It was, interesting to say the least, there were some interesting people there, one of them was probably stronger than the two of us combined.” He said pointing between himself and Dura. “And then… And then… I met someone, really old, older than yourself I’d say.” Edo stopped, a wave of guilt washing over him.
“Sounds to me like something happened between you two.”
Edoma didn’t reply, only let his head sink between his knees. “Pathetic,” he said to himself, “I’m a saiyan, blubbering like a human.” He growled through tears.
The teen then felt a hand rest itself on his back. “Edoma Soya, go recover, get your strength back, then fight me with everything you’ve got. You hear me.” Dura ordered the teen.
Edo stared up into the old man’s eyes, almost in awe. This didn’t last long though, as the saiyan regained his senses and launched into the air, seemingly furious. “I don’t take orders from you old man!” With that the teen shot off. Furious wasn’t the word to describe his feelings, more flustered.
Dura was left just smiling to himself, as he watched the overly dramatic teenager fly off. “You raised a good kid Mae, I’m proud of you.” He said to himself, before heading back to Valley Village.