Post by Majin Grape on Jun 16, 2017 20:06:14 GMT
Such a calm day on Planet Namek, well besides the certain battles that take place every so often and the march of Mazuko Dominion soldiers. The certain calm that covers Planet Namek is far and in between, but the people didn't tend to notice that often. Specially one village that has been terrorized by a certain purple problem. A very MAJIN problem.
"Hahahaha I got you!" Laughed at a small, purple Majin wearing only pants, wrist bands, and a blue and white scarf that fluttered behind him in the wind. He was floating a couple feet off the ground and stared down towards a young, and now injured Namekian Warrior. The young Namekian opened his mouth and with spite cursed the Majin, "Why won't you just leave us alone! You are nothing, but a pest! You have been causing trouble for this village for too long!" The young Namekian forced himself to his feet and rushed at the Majin, who grinned with joy and malice. The Namekian's hand went right into the Majin's got and stuck like glue. Which prompted the Majin to capitalize on his mistake. He began pounding on the Namekian's head as the other Namekians in the village watched in horror. The young Namekian's legs began to give out as his eyes began to get heavy.
Then Majin Grape simply stopped. He then released the Namekian's arm and he fell to his knee's covered in purple blood. Which prompted the Majin to chuckle like before and say, "Look! You are now purple like Grape!" The Majin then landed and continued his evil laughter. Then he just yawned and scratched his stomach, "Grape is starting to get bored. Bring Grape stronger fighter!" The Village Elder finally arrived and looked at Grape with extreme displeasure, which prompted him to tap his staff upon the ground. Another Namekian stepped up from behind the Elder, "Can't you see how much of a menace he is? Will you finally step up to him?" said the Elder to the Namekian with a scar on his chest. The Namekian frowned and walked forward and briefly replied, "Yes Elder..." The only thing that made the Namekian stand out was the scar upon his chest from some old forgotten battle and the faint red coat he wore for his aparel. He looked at the Majin and his frown only increased, the Namekian didn't want to fight him. Majin Grape stared on in his closed eye sort of way and watched the Namekian come to challenge him, something felt different about this Namekian though...as if he had a certain confidence the Majin hasn't felt before. The warrior made his way to Grape and stood in front of him; his eyes glared with a certain disappointment. Finally, he broke the scarred Namekian broke the silence, "Majin Grape...I have tolerated your presence in the village long enough. I cannot let you go unpunished." He walked up to the Majin and crotched, with ease he picked up the young Namekian boy and carried him back to the Elder of the Village and asked him to watch over him. He then turned and continued, "I have held back dealing with you myself, because you aren't a warrior and only a child, but you have tried my patience." The Majin only listened with a frown and landed in front of him and replied aggressively, "You talk too much! Fight Grape already!"
The Majin made the first move as he flew towards the Scarred Namekian and thrown a punch aimed at the man's face, which was blocked in only a second. Majin Grape gasped, but didn't have time to react as he was immediately slammed into the ground so hard that he bounced. Upon coming back up Majin Grape moved himself forward and head butted the Namekian into the gut. In response, the Namekian jumped up and kicked Grape and sent him sailing away as he grabbed his own stomach, "I'll give him this, he isn't that bad...got a lot of talent if only he would have used it to protect instead of cause trouble," said the Scarred Namekian. Majin Grape slowly stood up and huffed! He was unhappy being knocked away like that. He then started running at high speed towards his enemy and halfway to the Scarred Namekian it looked like Grape tripped...only to continue in even faster speeds while spinning! The Majin built up a lot of speed and force as he rapidly spins towards the Namekian, who was now caught off-guard. The Scarred Namekian braced for impact by raising one leg and putting out his arm. He felt the force of the spinning and held up his defense, although he felt his feet being pushed backwards as he slide across the ground. Finally, the force of the Majin's attack died down and the Scarred Namekian was able to go on the offensive, but then he noticed a small pink ball in the Majin's hand which then came closer and made contact against his chest. Then boom! A small explosion took place where they were standing and dust swirled around them blocking the view of the outcome to everyone around them. The dust began to settle as they looked on at what has happened, which shocked the villagers...but that shock turned to cheers. There stood the Namekian holding the Majin by his scarf; his eyes staring down at the menace that has caused his village for two years now. Then the cheering of the village began to rise, "Bass has done it! He defeated the Majin!" Bass then grabbed his read coat, now just strips of fabric dangling from his body and tossed it away. This wasn't how he wanted this to go at all.
Then dead silence returned as Majin Grape lifted his arm and grabbed Bass, the Scarred Namekian's wrist and tried to struggle free. "H-He isn't dead!" cried one of the younger namekian children. Grape kept struggling and yelled, "Hey let Grape go! You are messing up Grape's scarf!" Bass simply let go and Grape fell onto his butt with a little thud. Bass then turned around and began walking back to the Elder, "It's over...there is no need for me to fight anymore." He was stopped by some of the other villagers which were confused and he answered, "Grape is still only a child. He hasn't killed anyone so why would I take his life? He has learned his lesson." The crowd watched Bass walk off with his head low. He was quite ashamed that he had to fight a child, but he was also feeling quite impressed. Then they all turned and looked at Grape, who has already got back to his feet and was frowning. "Grape wasn't done fighting! Grape will beat you bastard!" Then like that Grape flew off miles away from the village. He flew until he seen a small mountain and flew down to it. He started forming pink ball after pink ball and kept throwing them until the mountain was only rubble. He then floated down and surprisingly he began to cry, doing his best to wipe up his tears with his scarf. The reason he was crying? Well it is only natural for a kid to cry after receiving their swats.
"Hahahaha I got you!" Laughed at a small, purple Majin wearing only pants, wrist bands, and a blue and white scarf that fluttered behind him in the wind. He was floating a couple feet off the ground and stared down towards a young, and now injured Namekian Warrior. The young Namekian opened his mouth and with spite cursed the Majin, "Why won't you just leave us alone! You are nothing, but a pest! You have been causing trouble for this village for too long!" The young Namekian forced himself to his feet and rushed at the Majin, who grinned with joy and malice. The Namekian's hand went right into the Majin's got and stuck like glue. Which prompted the Majin to capitalize on his mistake. He began pounding on the Namekian's head as the other Namekians in the village watched in horror. The young Namekian's legs began to give out as his eyes began to get heavy.
Then Majin Grape simply stopped. He then released the Namekian's arm and he fell to his knee's covered in purple blood. Which prompted the Majin to chuckle like before and say, "Look! You are now purple like Grape!" The Majin then landed and continued his evil laughter. Then he just yawned and scratched his stomach, "Grape is starting to get bored. Bring Grape stronger fighter!" The Village Elder finally arrived and looked at Grape with extreme displeasure, which prompted him to tap his staff upon the ground. Another Namekian stepped up from behind the Elder, "Can't you see how much of a menace he is? Will you finally step up to him?" said the Elder to the Namekian with a scar on his chest. The Namekian frowned and walked forward and briefly replied, "Yes Elder..." The only thing that made the Namekian stand out was the scar upon his chest from some old forgotten battle and the faint red coat he wore for his aparel. He looked at the Majin and his frown only increased, the Namekian didn't want to fight him. Majin Grape stared on in his closed eye sort of way and watched the Namekian come to challenge him, something felt different about this Namekian though...as if he had a certain confidence the Majin hasn't felt before. The warrior made his way to Grape and stood in front of him; his eyes glared with a certain disappointment. Finally, he broke the scarred Namekian broke the silence, "Majin Grape...I have tolerated your presence in the village long enough. I cannot let you go unpunished." He walked up to the Majin and crotched, with ease he picked up the young Namekian boy and carried him back to the Elder of the Village and asked him to watch over him. He then turned and continued, "I have held back dealing with you myself, because you aren't a warrior and only a child, but you have tried my patience." The Majin only listened with a frown and landed in front of him and replied aggressively, "You talk too much! Fight Grape already!"
The Majin made the first move as he flew towards the Scarred Namekian and thrown a punch aimed at the man's face, which was blocked in only a second. Majin Grape gasped, but didn't have time to react as he was immediately slammed into the ground so hard that he bounced. Upon coming back up Majin Grape moved himself forward and head butted the Namekian into the gut. In response, the Namekian jumped up and kicked Grape and sent him sailing away as he grabbed his own stomach, "I'll give him this, he isn't that bad...got a lot of talent if only he would have used it to protect instead of cause trouble," said the Scarred Namekian. Majin Grape slowly stood up and huffed! He was unhappy being knocked away like that. He then started running at high speed towards his enemy and halfway to the Scarred Namekian it looked like Grape tripped...only to continue in even faster speeds while spinning! The Majin built up a lot of speed and force as he rapidly spins towards the Namekian, who was now caught off-guard. The Scarred Namekian braced for impact by raising one leg and putting out his arm. He felt the force of the spinning and held up his defense, although he felt his feet being pushed backwards as he slide across the ground. Finally, the force of the Majin's attack died down and the Scarred Namekian was able to go on the offensive, but then he noticed a small pink ball in the Majin's hand which then came closer and made contact against his chest. Then boom! A small explosion took place where they were standing and dust swirled around them blocking the view of the outcome to everyone around them. The dust began to settle as they looked on at what has happened, which shocked the villagers...but that shock turned to cheers. There stood the Namekian holding the Majin by his scarf; his eyes staring down at the menace that has caused his village for two years now. Then the cheering of the village began to rise, "Bass has done it! He defeated the Majin!" Bass then grabbed his read coat, now just strips of fabric dangling from his body and tossed it away. This wasn't how he wanted this to go at all.
Then dead silence returned as Majin Grape lifted his arm and grabbed Bass, the Scarred Namekian's wrist and tried to struggle free. "H-He isn't dead!" cried one of the younger namekian children. Grape kept struggling and yelled, "Hey let Grape go! You are messing up Grape's scarf!" Bass simply let go and Grape fell onto his butt with a little thud. Bass then turned around and began walking back to the Elder, "It's over...there is no need for me to fight anymore." He was stopped by some of the other villagers which were confused and he answered, "Grape is still only a child. He hasn't killed anyone so why would I take his life? He has learned his lesson." The crowd watched Bass walk off with his head low. He was quite ashamed that he had to fight a child, but he was also feeling quite impressed. Then they all turned and looked at Grape, who has already got back to his feet and was frowning. "Grape wasn't done fighting! Grape will beat you bastard!" Then like that Grape flew off miles away from the village. He flew until he seen a small mountain and flew down to it. He started forming pink ball after pink ball and kept throwing them until the mountain was only rubble. He then floated down and surprisingly he began to cry, doing his best to wipe up his tears with his scarf. The reason he was crying? Well it is only natural for a kid to cry after receiving their swats.