Kuroma's Story Begins! A Poor Landing for the Eager Dimwit!
Jun 3, 2017 8:27:14 GMT
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 3, 2017 8:27:14 GMT
Space. It was very dark. Something about that darkness always put Kuroma at ease. It was nice to know that whenever you kicked off from some planet that you just finished a boring mission on, the infinite void that was space was always waiting for you. Some might find that thought scary-- space was infinite, so there was infinite possibilities for terrible things to befall you. The Kabochan didn’t like thinking that way. Infinite space simply meant infinite people to meet. Maybe one day one of those infinite people would be a good friend. It’d been a few years since he’d had one of those.
Kuroma shifted in his seat, rubbing his eyes blearily. He’d just woken up from a very long nap, thanks to an alert from his space pod. His eyes focused on the planet below, as the rickety old ship began entering orbit. It was very bright green, from the looks of things. There were only a few planets Kuroma knew of that could pull off such a color. Earth was definitely out of the question-- it was green AND blue. Namek was out, too. They were green and blue but in reverse.
The spacepod blared out another alert, though this one seemed a bit more dire. Bright red lights flashed inside the vessel, causing Kuroma to glance around for the source. From what he could tell, something was wrong with the pod as its speed grew ever higher. Something about sinking heat.
If it was more heat the ship needed, then Kuroma would be able to assist. He raised his left hand, and an orb of Ki formed in his palm. It ballooned in size, and as it grew much too large to fit inside the spacepod, a bead of sweat formed on his brow.
”Whoops.”
The orb in his hand exploded spectacularly, causing whatever was keeping the pod together to simply fail. The spacepod tore itself apart as it reached the skyline, creating a lot of sparks, and a great big cloud of smoke. It was a great fireworks show for the people in the nearby town, but it was trouble for Kuroma… Or it would have been, if he didn’t know how to fly.
The smoke faded, revealing the big brute to be no worse for wear, aside from the odd bit of damaged armor here and there. He floated in the sky high above Planet Shikk, scratching his head in confusion. He looked down at the wreckage scattered across the land, and frowned. ”I really need to read the instruction manual next time,” he muttered in his usual deep and gruff tone as he descended towards the nearest, largest piece of his old pod.
It didn’t take long for him to arrive at one of the many crash sites he’d created. Lodged in the side of a mountain was half the door of his spacepod. The glass was cracked in places, and seeing as it wasn’t actually attached to the pod anymore it was kind of worthless, but nevertheless the sight made Kuroma let out a relieved sigh.
”At least I still have this.”
He gripped the door tightly, and with one mighty pull, it popped out of its rocky prison. He inspected the door closely. It was only the top half, from the looks of it. The lower half was jagged and rough, able to cut into someone if it needed. Scratched onto the inside of the door were the words ‘Soyo was here!’. It was obviously cut into the door with a knife of some kind, but it was anything but vandalism. It was the mark of an old friend; one that Kuroma was very close to. He smiled warmly at the mark, before hoisting the door over his shoulder.
Even if he couldn’t repair the thing, it’d be nice to keep what he could of the wreckage. He still had quite a few pieces to collect, and right now there was nothing better to do, so there was no time to waste. He floated up the side of the mountain, landing in a small flatland between two of the larger peaks where another piece lay. This piece seemed to be the seat itself! A large flame licked at what remained of the comfortable leather, and a strange critter was inspecting the chair.
Kuroma placed his door down on the ground, approaching the creature cautiously. It was an odd looking thing; a bipedal beast with matted red fur, and a squid-like face. It was hunched over in front of the burning chair, its tentacles suckling on the foamy insides of the chair, but it stopped as it heard the poorly hidden footfalls of the Kabochan sneaking up on it. In a flash, the creature spun on its heel, hissing at Kuroma, and baring its many, many layers of fanged teeth toward him.
It leaped into the air, its clawed hands held high above its head as its tentacles flailed wildly. The beast attempted to slice into Kuroma, but before it could even get the chance, the beefy Kabochan shot his arm forward, gripping the thing by its throat. It squeaked in terror, wriggling desperately to try and escape Kuroma.
”I don’t like your face.”
With one swift motion, Kuroma cocked his arm back, before flinging it forward, tossing the creature across the skyline like a bullet made of flesh. The last thing that came from it was its terrified whimper, before it left earshot.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, its tone menacing and condescending all at the same time.
”Fufufufu… So you bested my pet, eh?”
Kuroma turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he viewed the source of this voice. It was an Arcosian-- Or at least he was pretty sure that was what they were called-- standing on a boulder across from the ruined seat. The mystery man was quite short, like most of his kind seemed to be, but he held an air of prowess about him. This guy would be a tough fight for sure. Kuroma took a step back, his body tensing as he clicked on his scouter.
It didn’t start up.
He clicked it again.
Same result.
He sneered angrily, ripping the thing off his face and inspecting it. Mere moments later, he found the issue; no batteries. The Kabochan frowned, placing the dead device back on his face. He coulda sworn he’d bought new batteries the last time he visited Vegeta. Now that he thought about it, though, it’d been about three years since he last stopped on Vegeta.
”Who are you, Arc Cosian?”
The miniscule changeling smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he took a step toward Kuroma. ”You really don’t know, do you? I am--”
Kuroma coughed loudly, interrupting the Arcosian.
”... As I was saying… I am Lord--”
Kuroma sneezed.
”Lord--”
Kuroma yawned. Very loudly.
The Changeling’s face contorted into an expression of supreme agitation. His Ki aura-- sporting a color which matched his blue skin-- burned to life around him. He clenched his fists tightly, and bent down, before screaming to the heavens. ”STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
”Oh. Sorry.”
The nameless lord let out another yell, and charged for Kuroma. His fist cocked back, the lord shot through the air like a horned bullet, and thrust it toward the Kabochan’s face. It impacted cleanly on Kuroma’s nose, but the burly warrior did not flinch. He tilted his head, trying to get a good look at the changeling while the alien still had his fist thrust forward. He smiled, and spoke to the Arcosian. ”Good one!” He said, not trying to be condescending, but absolutely coming off that way.
Another fist came toward Kuroma, though this one was aimed for his chest. This strike also rang true, but it too proved to be ineffective. The Kabochan raised his brow in confusion, but before he could speak up again, the two fists opened up, and each let loose their own wave of deadly energy. The attacks washed over the Kabochan, presumably dealing some intense damage. The blasts died down quickly enough, leaving two clouds of smoke in their wake.
The Changeling jumped backwards, watching the clouds with tenseness and worry. After a good moment of waiting, his concern faded. He smirked, before covering his mouth with his wrist and chortling pompously. ”I shouldn't have expected so much out of you. You were just a simpleton with too much muscle for your own good! And now you are no more, thanks to the unstoppable power of Lord--”
”I don't think I have that much muscle. A lot, I guess, but not too much.”
The smoke had finally cleared, and again, Kuroma was free of damage. The chestplate of his battle armor was cracked, and a tuft of his hair had burned away, but he was more than able to keep fighting.
”Do you mind if I try to hit you now?”
The Changeling was stunned, flabbergasted even. That was one of his strongest blasts! How could a simpleton like Kuroma survive it?! With a cautious step backward, the Arcosian Lord lowered his stance, readying himself for Kuroma’s first attack.
There was an awkward pause in the flow of the battle as Kuroma stood there, waiting patiently, and the Changeling primed himself for battle. The Kabochan glanced around for a moment, before blinking and opening his eyes wide.
”Oh. It's my turn now! Alright. Let's do it!”
With a burst of energy, Kuroma tore through the air towards his foe, stretching his forearm out to the side as he approached. Before the Arcosian could react, Kuroma had already caught him with his clothesline attack, allowing him to carry the lizard across the flatlands. He grinned happily as the two of them sped towards the peak of the mountain. It was approaching rapidly, much to the dismay of Kuroma’s captive. Without the ability to protest, the changeling suddenly found himself being flung across the sky as Kuroma suddenly stopped himself and tossed the lizard.
The Changeling’s eyes narrowed tightly as he careened through the air, the harsh winds biting at his skin like miniature piranhas. He was quickly approaching the stratosphere now, and if it weren't for Kuroma suddenly appearing above him, he might have drifted off into space. The Arcosian smacked face-first into the Kabochan’s chest, bouncing off it, before beginning to plummet towards the mountain again.
There was nothing he could do beside brace himself. Like a hammer hitting an egg, the Arcosian’s body smashed through the peak of the mountain, sending shards of rubble in every direction. Whatever remained of the peak crumbled inward, burying the alien inside.
”Cool.”
Kuroma descended from the sky, inspecting his handiwork curiously. That was the first time he'd ever broken a mountain before. He was getting a lot stronger. Hopefully that was a good thing. The Kabochan turned to leave, but the rubble began shifting. If Kuroma’s scouter had batteries, it'd be going wild at this moment.
With a massive explosion, the Changeling escaped the stone trap. He was beaten and bloodied, and one of his horns was chipped. He breathed heavily, looking up at his assailant with fire in his eyes. The Changeling grit his teeth furiously, clenching his fists so tightly that he drew blood.
”How dare you… You contemptuous FILTH! I am a Lord! I cannot be bested by insignificant trash like you!”
”Uhh… Contemp you… Insig nifty… Can you use smaller words, please?”
”I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!”
The Arcosian let out a terrifying scream, his aura engulfing him completely as his body began to convulse and morph. Kuroma watched in awe. He'd only ever seen a Changeling do this once before, and he thought that guy was the only one who could do it. Seeing it again was like a nostalgia trip he didn't know he wanted.
A bright flash of light erupted into the sky, bathing the mountain in beautiful light. If it weren’t for the terrible villain causing this explosion, Kuroma might have let out an awestruck “oooh”. Well, he did it anyways, but he tried to stop himself.
Soon enough, the light faded, and the Arcosian was revealed to have transformed into his strongest form. He was taller, sleeker, and much shinier. His tail waved lightly behind him, and his now-nude body lifted itself from its hunched position. The Changeling smirked cocksuredly, staring up at Kuroma, who was still floating high above in the sky.
”This is the true power of a Lord. Do you have any last words?”
”...Can I do that?”
The Changeling shut his eyes, sighing deeply. ”You know what… Yes. Yes you can. Let me help you transform!”
With a massive burst of Ki, the Changeling shot into the air, his fist driving right into Kuroma’s gut. The Kabochan expected his foe to do a whole lot of nothing, like last time, but that was most certainly not the case. That punch hurt. A LOT. Kuroma doubled-over in pain, clutching his stomach as he groaned. His eyes shut tightly, leaving him completely unaware of the Arcosian’s next attack, which came in the form of simple backhand to the cheek. The force of the slap sent Kuroma spiraling across the sky, but before he could get far, he felt an elbow plant itself on his back, sending him straight down towards the dirt. Kuroma smashed spectacularly into the ground, skidding along the dirt painfully. He slowed to a stop a good ten feet later, his face full of gross things/
The Changeling descended from the sky, landing across from Kuroma. He refrained from laughter; Kuroma had already surprised him once, and he wasn’t going to let the brainless beast do it again. ”So then, did you transform?”
Kuroma groaned from inside the dirt.
”That’s what I thought.”
It took the Kabochan a moment, but he did eventually free himself from the ground. His mouth was full to the cheeks with dirt and worms. He closed his eyes, and with a mighty amount of force, swallowed the whole ball. As it slid down his throat, he let out a relieved sigh, and got to his feet.
”I didn’t know you could speak dirt-mouth! I thought I was the only one!”
The Changeling did its best to not shoot himself in the face right then and there.
”I think it's time we end this little charade, don’t you think?”
An annoyed frown crossed the Changeling’s face as it brought its hand up. He pointed his index finger at Kuroma, and a small orb of Ki began to charge up. It grew in power quickly, causing Kuroma to worry. The last time he had to fight someone so strong was back when his friends all died. The thought upset him greatly.
”Yeah! I hate share raids! I always lose!”
Kuroma’s body was cloaked in an aura of Ki; mint green in color. His power began to rise dramatically. Not as high as the Changeling he faced, but enough to keep him alive. With a determined glare, Kuroma opened his mouth, and an orb of bright pink Ki began ballooning in front of his tongue. It was strong, but not strong enough to defeat his foe. He’d need to improvise if he wanted to survive this.
He took a step back, and nearly lost his footing. Not because he was about to fall off the edge of the mountain, no, it was because he had stepped on the door to his space pod! The dimwitted warrior stared at the door, mouth still agape, and came up with an idea. He’d need to wait until just the right moment to put it into action, though. One misstep and it might be the end for--
”TIME TO DIE, SCUM!”
The Arcosian fired his thin beam of death with reckless abandon, intent on cutting right through Kuroma and ending his story before it had a chance to begin. The Kabochan wouldn’t go down so easy, however. He kicked the door at its edge, allowing it to flip into the sky. As it flipped around next to him, he hopped behind it, and kicked it again, this time towards the incoming blast! The door traveled through the air slowly, colliding with the beam, and stopping it for just a moment. It wasn’t long before the beam gained the upper hand, though. It pierced a hole right in the center of the door, shooting through it, and moving towards its original target.
Kuroma was prepared now. He pulled his head back, closing his mouth tight, before opening it wide again. He released a torrential wave of Ki out of his gaping maw, allowing his attack to meet the Changeling’s own in the middle of the battlefield. The two attacks were surprisingly even thanks to the extra time Kuroma was given by his door.
The two beams hissed and whined, crackling in the air as they tried to force one another back. Neither one would budge, though, despite the force both fighters exerted. After a tense moment, the two beams exploded violently on one another, sending the door of the space pod rocketing into the clouds above, and creating a massive cloud of smoke.
Kuroma stared at the cloud, his breathing labored and heavy. His mouth was sore, and his body was burning. This fight was probably the hardest in his life. ”Did... Did I win?”
Something darted across the smoke. It approached Kuroma and punched him in the gut.
”No.”
Kuroma doubled over again, falling to his knees. He was starting to think he wasn’t as tough as thought. Maybe he’d been too relaxed in keeping himself fit since his friends passed on. He tried to think of ways he could have done better, but before he could, he felt a foot pressing on his forehead. The Arcosian pushed hard, kicking Kuroma onto his back, where he stomped down on the Kabochan’s chest.
”I'll ask again: Any last words, you brainless fool?”
Kuroma looked up at his soon-to-be killer, and was about to say something mean, but he noticed something above them both. It glinted in the early morning light, and as it got closer, Kuroma got an idea.
”Knock Knock.”
The Changeling chuckled, deciding to humor his nearly dead opponent.
”Who’s there?” He said in a smug, cocksure tone.
”The Door.”
Before the Arcosian could state his confusion, Kuroma opened his mouth again, letting out another blast of energy. It smashed into the Changeling’s face, sending him tumbling upward through the air. While he was headed up, the door of the space pod was coming down. They collided with one another, causing the door to stab into the Changeling with its pointy end. He let out a terrible screech of pain as he was forced back down with the increased weight of half a door on him.
Kuroma laughed, rolling to the side to avoid the incoming lizard. He avoided the bugger just in time, as the Arcosian and Kuroma’s door slammed into the ground mere seconds later, indenting it heavily.
There was a brief moment of pause as Kuroma stood up, dusting his damaged self off. He approached the newly formed crater, peering over the edge to check on his foe. Sadly, he was still alive, but he was dazed and confused. His eyes had stars in them, and Kuroma imagined little cartoon birds were tweeting around the Changeling’s head. The meathead Kabochan hopped into the crater, plucked his spiked door out of the nameless lord’s chest, and hopped back out.
”Well done, door.” He said as he wiped bits of blood away from the largest jaggy piece of his door. ”We’re gonna be good friends I bet.”
And so, without a care for the man he’d left for dead, Kuroma hoisted his door over his shoulder once again, and made his way for the nearest town. As much as he would have liked to keep looking for his ship parts, he was too hungry and hurt to continue. Maybe tomorrow he’d come back to search, or maybe instead he’d find a better ship. Those were possibilities for tomorrow, though. For now, all he wanted was a nice bed, and a nice sandwich.
Kuroma shifted in his seat, rubbing his eyes blearily. He’d just woken up from a very long nap, thanks to an alert from his space pod. His eyes focused on the planet below, as the rickety old ship began entering orbit. It was very bright green, from the looks of things. There were only a few planets Kuroma knew of that could pull off such a color. Earth was definitely out of the question-- it was green AND blue. Namek was out, too. They were green and blue but in reverse.
The spacepod blared out another alert, though this one seemed a bit more dire. Bright red lights flashed inside the vessel, causing Kuroma to glance around for the source. From what he could tell, something was wrong with the pod as its speed grew ever higher. Something about sinking heat.
If it was more heat the ship needed, then Kuroma would be able to assist. He raised his left hand, and an orb of Ki formed in his palm. It ballooned in size, and as it grew much too large to fit inside the spacepod, a bead of sweat formed on his brow.
”Whoops.”
The orb in his hand exploded spectacularly, causing whatever was keeping the pod together to simply fail. The spacepod tore itself apart as it reached the skyline, creating a lot of sparks, and a great big cloud of smoke. It was a great fireworks show for the people in the nearby town, but it was trouble for Kuroma… Or it would have been, if he didn’t know how to fly.
The smoke faded, revealing the big brute to be no worse for wear, aside from the odd bit of damaged armor here and there. He floated in the sky high above Planet Shikk, scratching his head in confusion. He looked down at the wreckage scattered across the land, and frowned. ”I really need to read the instruction manual next time,” he muttered in his usual deep and gruff tone as he descended towards the nearest, largest piece of his old pod.
It didn’t take long for him to arrive at one of the many crash sites he’d created. Lodged in the side of a mountain was half the door of his spacepod. The glass was cracked in places, and seeing as it wasn’t actually attached to the pod anymore it was kind of worthless, but nevertheless the sight made Kuroma let out a relieved sigh.
”At least I still have this.”
He gripped the door tightly, and with one mighty pull, it popped out of its rocky prison. He inspected the door closely. It was only the top half, from the looks of it. The lower half was jagged and rough, able to cut into someone if it needed. Scratched onto the inside of the door were the words ‘Soyo was here!’. It was obviously cut into the door with a knife of some kind, but it was anything but vandalism. It was the mark of an old friend; one that Kuroma was very close to. He smiled warmly at the mark, before hoisting the door over his shoulder.
Even if he couldn’t repair the thing, it’d be nice to keep what he could of the wreckage. He still had quite a few pieces to collect, and right now there was nothing better to do, so there was no time to waste. He floated up the side of the mountain, landing in a small flatland between two of the larger peaks where another piece lay. This piece seemed to be the seat itself! A large flame licked at what remained of the comfortable leather, and a strange critter was inspecting the chair.
Kuroma placed his door down on the ground, approaching the creature cautiously. It was an odd looking thing; a bipedal beast with matted red fur, and a squid-like face. It was hunched over in front of the burning chair, its tentacles suckling on the foamy insides of the chair, but it stopped as it heard the poorly hidden footfalls of the Kabochan sneaking up on it. In a flash, the creature spun on its heel, hissing at Kuroma, and baring its many, many layers of fanged teeth toward him.
It leaped into the air, its clawed hands held high above its head as its tentacles flailed wildly. The beast attempted to slice into Kuroma, but before it could even get the chance, the beefy Kabochan shot his arm forward, gripping the thing by its throat. It squeaked in terror, wriggling desperately to try and escape Kuroma.
”I don’t like your face.”
With one swift motion, Kuroma cocked his arm back, before flinging it forward, tossing the creature across the skyline like a bullet made of flesh. The last thing that came from it was its terrified whimper, before it left earshot.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, its tone menacing and condescending all at the same time.
”Fufufufu… So you bested my pet, eh?”
Kuroma turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he viewed the source of this voice. It was an Arcosian-- Or at least he was pretty sure that was what they were called-- standing on a boulder across from the ruined seat. The mystery man was quite short, like most of his kind seemed to be, but he held an air of prowess about him. This guy would be a tough fight for sure. Kuroma took a step back, his body tensing as he clicked on his scouter.
It didn’t start up.
He clicked it again.
Same result.
He sneered angrily, ripping the thing off his face and inspecting it. Mere moments later, he found the issue; no batteries. The Kabochan frowned, placing the dead device back on his face. He coulda sworn he’d bought new batteries the last time he visited Vegeta. Now that he thought about it, though, it’d been about three years since he last stopped on Vegeta.
”Who are you, Arc Cosian?”
The miniscule changeling smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he took a step toward Kuroma. ”You really don’t know, do you? I am--”
Kuroma coughed loudly, interrupting the Arcosian.
”... As I was saying… I am Lord--”
Kuroma sneezed.
”Lord--”
Kuroma yawned. Very loudly.
The Changeling’s face contorted into an expression of supreme agitation. His Ki aura-- sporting a color which matched his blue skin-- burned to life around him. He clenched his fists tightly, and bent down, before screaming to the heavens. ”STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
”Oh. Sorry.”
The nameless lord let out another yell, and charged for Kuroma. His fist cocked back, the lord shot through the air like a horned bullet, and thrust it toward the Kabochan’s face. It impacted cleanly on Kuroma’s nose, but the burly warrior did not flinch. He tilted his head, trying to get a good look at the changeling while the alien still had his fist thrust forward. He smiled, and spoke to the Arcosian. ”Good one!” He said, not trying to be condescending, but absolutely coming off that way.
Another fist came toward Kuroma, though this one was aimed for his chest. This strike also rang true, but it too proved to be ineffective. The Kabochan raised his brow in confusion, but before he could speak up again, the two fists opened up, and each let loose their own wave of deadly energy. The attacks washed over the Kabochan, presumably dealing some intense damage. The blasts died down quickly enough, leaving two clouds of smoke in their wake.
The Changeling jumped backwards, watching the clouds with tenseness and worry. After a good moment of waiting, his concern faded. He smirked, before covering his mouth with his wrist and chortling pompously. ”I shouldn't have expected so much out of you. You were just a simpleton with too much muscle for your own good! And now you are no more, thanks to the unstoppable power of Lord--”
”I don't think I have that much muscle. A lot, I guess, but not too much.”
The smoke had finally cleared, and again, Kuroma was free of damage. The chestplate of his battle armor was cracked, and a tuft of his hair had burned away, but he was more than able to keep fighting.
”Do you mind if I try to hit you now?”
The Changeling was stunned, flabbergasted even. That was one of his strongest blasts! How could a simpleton like Kuroma survive it?! With a cautious step backward, the Arcosian Lord lowered his stance, readying himself for Kuroma’s first attack.
There was an awkward pause in the flow of the battle as Kuroma stood there, waiting patiently, and the Changeling primed himself for battle. The Kabochan glanced around for a moment, before blinking and opening his eyes wide.
”Oh. It's my turn now! Alright. Let's do it!”
With a burst of energy, Kuroma tore through the air towards his foe, stretching his forearm out to the side as he approached. Before the Arcosian could react, Kuroma had already caught him with his clothesline attack, allowing him to carry the lizard across the flatlands. He grinned happily as the two of them sped towards the peak of the mountain. It was approaching rapidly, much to the dismay of Kuroma’s captive. Without the ability to protest, the changeling suddenly found himself being flung across the sky as Kuroma suddenly stopped himself and tossed the lizard.
The Changeling’s eyes narrowed tightly as he careened through the air, the harsh winds biting at his skin like miniature piranhas. He was quickly approaching the stratosphere now, and if it weren't for Kuroma suddenly appearing above him, he might have drifted off into space. The Arcosian smacked face-first into the Kabochan’s chest, bouncing off it, before beginning to plummet towards the mountain again.
There was nothing he could do beside brace himself. Like a hammer hitting an egg, the Arcosian’s body smashed through the peak of the mountain, sending shards of rubble in every direction. Whatever remained of the peak crumbled inward, burying the alien inside.
”Cool.”
Kuroma descended from the sky, inspecting his handiwork curiously. That was the first time he'd ever broken a mountain before. He was getting a lot stronger. Hopefully that was a good thing. The Kabochan turned to leave, but the rubble began shifting. If Kuroma’s scouter had batteries, it'd be going wild at this moment.
With a massive explosion, the Changeling escaped the stone trap. He was beaten and bloodied, and one of his horns was chipped. He breathed heavily, looking up at his assailant with fire in his eyes. The Changeling grit his teeth furiously, clenching his fists so tightly that he drew blood.
”How dare you… You contemptuous FILTH! I am a Lord! I cannot be bested by insignificant trash like you!”
”Uhh… Contemp you… Insig nifty… Can you use smaller words, please?”
”I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!”
The Arcosian let out a terrifying scream, his aura engulfing him completely as his body began to convulse and morph. Kuroma watched in awe. He'd only ever seen a Changeling do this once before, and he thought that guy was the only one who could do it. Seeing it again was like a nostalgia trip he didn't know he wanted.
A bright flash of light erupted into the sky, bathing the mountain in beautiful light. If it weren’t for the terrible villain causing this explosion, Kuroma might have let out an awestruck “oooh”. Well, he did it anyways, but he tried to stop himself.
Soon enough, the light faded, and the Arcosian was revealed to have transformed into his strongest form. He was taller, sleeker, and much shinier. His tail waved lightly behind him, and his now-nude body lifted itself from its hunched position. The Changeling smirked cocksuredly, staring up at Kuroma, who was still floating high above in the sky.
”This is the true power of a Lord. Do you have any last words?”
”...Can I do that?”
The Changeling shut his eyes, sighing deeply. ”You know what… Yes. Yes you can. Let me help you transform!”
With a massive burst of Ki, the Changeling shot into the air, his fist driving right into Kuroma’s gut. The Kabochan expected his foe to do a whole lot of nothing, like last time, but that was most certainly not the case. That punch hurt. A LOT. Kuroma doubled-over in pain, clutching his stomach as he groaned. His eyes shut tightly, leaving him completely unaware of the Arcosian’s next attack, which came in the form of simple backhand to the cheek. The force of the slap sent Kuroma spiraling across the sky, but before he could get far, he felt an elbow plant itself on his back, sending him straight down towards the dirt. Kuroma smashed spectacularly into the ground, skidding along the dirt painfully. He slowed to a stop a good ten feet later, his face full of gross things/
The Changeling descended from the sky, landing across from Kuroma. He refrained from laughter; Kuroma had already surprised him once, and he wasn’t going to let the brainless beast do it again. ”So then, did you transform?”
Kuroma groaned from inside the dirt.
”That’s what I thought.”
It took the Kabochan a moment, but he did eventually free himself from the ground. His mouth was full to the cheeks with dirt and worms. He closed his eyes, and with a mighty amount of force, swallowed the whole ball. As it slid down his throat, he let out a relieved sigh, and got to his feet.
”I didn’t know you could speak dirt-mouth! I thought I was the only one!”
The Changeling did its best to not shoot himself in the face right then and there.
”I think it's time we end this little charade, don’t you think?”
An annoyed frown crossed the Changeling’s face as it brought its hand up. He pointed his index finger at Kuroma, and a small orb of Ki began to charge up. It grew in power quickly, causing Kuroma to worry. The last time he had to fight someone so strong was back when his friends all died. The thought upset him greatly.
”Yeah! I hate share raids! I always lose!”
Kuroma’s body was cloaked in an aura of Ki; mint green in color. His power began to rise dramatically. Not as high as the Changeling he faced, but enough to keep him alive. With a determined glare, Kuroma opened his mouth, and an orb of bright pink Ki began ballooning in front of his tongue. It was strong, but not strong enough to defeat his foe. He’d need to improvise if he wanted to survive this.
He took a step back, and nearly lost his footing. Not because he was about to fall off the edge of the mountain, no, it was because he had stepped on the door to his space pod! The dimwitted warrior stared at the door, mouth still agape, and came up with an idea. He’d need to wait until just the right moment to put it into action, though. One misstep and it might be the end for--
”TIME TO DIE, SCUM!”
The Arcosian fired his thin beam of death with reckless abandon, intent on cutting right through Kuroma and ending his story before it had a chance to begin. The Kabochan wouldn’t go down so easy, however. He kicked the door at its edge, allowing it to flip into the sky. As it flipped around next to him, he hopped behind it, and kicked it again, this time towards the incoming blast! The door traveled through the air slowly, colliding with the beam, and stopping it for just a moment. It wasn’t long before the beam gained the upper hand, though. It pierced a hole right in the center of the door, shooting through it, and moving towards its original target.
Kuroma was prepared now. He pulled his head back, closing his mouth tight, before opening it wide again. He released a torrential wave of Ki out of his gaping maw, allowing his attack to meet the Changeling’s own in the middle of the battlefield. The two attacks were surprisingly even thanks to the extra time Kuroma was given by his door.
The two beams hissed and whined, crackling in the air as they tried to force one another back. Neither one would budge, though, despite the force both fighters exerted. After a tense moment, the two beams exploded violently on one another, sending the door of the space pod rocketing into the clouds above, and creating a massive cloud of smoke.
Kuroma stared at the cloud, his breathing labored and heavy. His mouth was sore, and his body was burning. This fight was probably the hardest in his life. ”Did... Did I win?”
Something darted across the smoke. It approached Kuroma and punched him in the gut.
”No.”
Kuroma doubled over again, falling to his knees. He was starting to think he wasn’t as tough as thought. Maybe he’d been too relaxed in keeping himself fit since his friends passed on. He tried to think of ways he could have done better, but before he could, he felt a foot pressing on his forehead. The Arcosian pushed hard, kicking Kuroma onto his back, where he stomped down on the Kabochan’s chest.
”I'll ask again: Any last words, you brainless fool?”
Kuroma looked up at his soon-to-be killer, and was about to say something mean, but he noticed something above them both. It glinted in the early morning light, and as it got closer, Kuroma got an idea.
”Knock Knock.”
The Changeling chuckled, deciding to humor his nearly dead opponent.
”Who’s there?” He said in a smug, cocksure tone.
”The Door.”
Before the Arcosian could state his confusion, Kuroma opened his mouth again, letting out another blast of energy. It smashed into the Changeling’s face, sending him tumbling upward through the air. While he was headed up, the door of the space pod was coming down. They collided with one another, causing the door to stab into the Changeling with its pointy end. He let out a terrible screech of pain as he was forced back down with the increased weight of half a door on him.
Kuroma laughed, rolling to the side to avoid the incoming lizard. He avoided the bugger just in time, as the Arcosian and Kuroma’s door slammed into the ground mere seconds later, indenting it heavily.
There was a brief moment of pause as Kuroma stood up, dusting his damaged self off. He approached the newly formed crater, peering over the edge to check on his foe. Sadly, he was still alive, but he was dazed and confused. His eyes had stars in them, and Kuroma imagined little cartoon birds were tweeting around the Changeling’s head. The meathead Kabochan hopped into the crater, plucked his spiked door out of the nameless lord’s chest, and hopped back out.
”Well done, door.” He said as he wiped bits of blood away from the largest jaggy piece of his door. ”We’re gonna be good friends I bet.”
And so, without a care for the man he’d left for dead, Kuroma hoisted his door over his shoulder once again, and made his way for the nearest town. As much as he would have liked to keep looking for his ship parts, he was too hungry and hurt to continue. Maybe tomorrow he’d come back to search, or maybe instead he’d find a better ship. Those were possibilities for tomorrow, though. For now, all he wanted was a nice bed, and a nice sandwich.