Post by Mayze on Jun 29, 2017 20:49:11 GMT
Honestly, what was the point of leaving this hellhole again? Even if he did somehow escape, he’d still end up back in Hell eventually, one way or another. Everybody dies at some point, whether it be through battle or old age. He could repent for his supposed misleads in life and end up being sentenced to heaven, but honestly, he had no intention of doing that if he were somehow able to revive like Xylo magically did. If he came back, he’d just continue existing, leading a purposeless life serving an empire as one of its top members until he dropped dead. Exciting, huh? Real exhilarating future that lay ahead of him!
Of course, it’s not like staying in hell at the moment was really anymore exciting. Even after regaining his body, Mayze had hardly done a damn thing but walk around and train. The demon he had meant the other month had yet to show himself again, and the saiyan was getting a bit antsy. Really, who does that arrogant demon think he is? Leaving and never coming back after laying down some grandiose claims and promising an escape of this literal hell. Honestly, Mayze felt like he’d been conned by the devil, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.
He angrily grumbled to himself and kicked a small stone laying on the stony ground. Kami, there was nothing to do here. He couldn’t even read manga or watch a shitty reality-tv show if he wanted to. Training was boring, walking around was boring, staring at a wall for sixteen hours straight was boring(which he may or may not have done a few times), and reflecting on his choices in life was depressing at best. Hell sucked and all the normie assholes who went to heaven could all just go die! ...again.
The saiyan general sighed, he was really starting to think like a regular, adolescent, human brat. This place really was driving him insane.
“Oy!”
Hmm, he could’ve sworn he just heard something.
“OY!!”
The saiyan stopped in his tracks. Surely, whoever it was couldn’t be addressi-
“OY! You who stopped! I’m talking to you!”
He sighed and turned around.
Apparently he had been so engrossed in his thoughts he had somehow failed to notice this rather large group of various aliens sneak up behind him. Or they had just appeared a few minutes ago, but Mayze doubted that.
The one who had addressed him seemed to be the cohort’s leader. He… It was a sight to behold. If the saiyan had to describe whatever it was, he’d probably say some sort of weird hybrid of an orc straight out of a human fantasy story and a boar. Whatever it was, it was ugly and reeked.
“What is it you want?” he flatly said, crossing his arms and gazing coolly at the little ensemble that stood before him. If he intimidated them, maybe they’d screw off.
“What me and mi amigo’s want, amigo, is for you to get the hell off our turf. Comprende?” the thing cracked its knuckles to emphasize its words. The Boark, as Mayze had now dubbed it, gazed back at his compatriots to make sure they were with him. It got small nods of encouragement, and even a grandiose, “Yea! Fuck off or we’ll make you pay!”
Nevermind the fact that gangs continued to exist into even the afterlife, but how the hell did these imbeciles manage to regain their bodies? Actually, wait, why was there gangs in the afterlife? It’s not like there’s any sort of mone-
Oh, wait, shoki. Shoki could be a form of currency. Yea, it’d makes sense if various people wanted to hoard shoki for themselves.
“Oy, are you deaf? I said to screw off or else!”
“Shut your mouth,” The saiyan general moved towards the Boark with a glare.
The Boark merely barred his teeth and glared back, “You think staring me down is gonna intimidate me? I’ve seen shit that would make any saiyan like you piss their fucking pants.”
Mayze just chuckled, “I’m not trying to scare you. I just don’t want you running away.”
In a flash, the saiyan transformed. A shock wave spread out from Mayze, cracking the ground near him and sending some of the Boark’s henchmen flying away. He flipped over the Boark, sending an energy blast hurtling toward the remaining henchman that scattered them on impact.
He spun around when he landed, forming an energy blade around his right wrist that he sent hurtling toward the Boark’s unprotected back.. The blade cleaved through the Boark easily, too easily in fact. The entire figure faded away, revealing itself to be an afterimage.
The hair on the back of Mayze’s neck stood up as he whipped around, and sent his energy blade fying wide around him as he spun 180 degrees. However, his arm was stopped in its tracks by the Boark’s vice-like grip. He struggled and tried to pull his arm back, but it was to no avail.
“Hahaha, you underestimated me Super Saiyan. I am far, far stronger than my henchman,” the Boark gave a feral grin, “The shoki I’ll get from you should get me a hefty promotion.”
The Boark swung Mayze over his shoulder, and slammed him into the ground, leaving a small crack on impact. The Boark kept ahold of Mayze and launched him into the sky, sending a few small ki blasts after the super saiyan warrior.
With the air rushing past his ears, the general shook his head to clear his daze, and used a kiai shout to stop himself in midair. He easily deflected the ki blasts flung at him.
He had underestimated the Boark, but by no means was Mayze out of this fight. He was a veteran of countless battles, and the General of the Solar Saiyan Army to boot. He wasn’t some snot-nosed, incompetent buffoon who had been born into power. He had earned it through sweat, blood, and tears. He’d show this ugly upstart what it meant to mess with a saiyan elite.
Mayze floated in the air and gathered his ki in the palm of his right hand. A look of concentration crossed the saiyan’s face as he prepared his energy attack.
“Ha, leaving yourself wide open like that? Foolish saiyan! This’ll be the end of you.”
The boark charged the saiyan with a massive amount of energy condensed in his fist. With a roar, the monster swung his fist forward… only for it to swing through air as the afterimage of Mayze faded.
He smirked, “Got you.”
His movements had the grace of a dancer as he brought his palm to rest on the back of his foe.
“Sayonara,” Without a moment of hesitation, he unleashed the pent up energy held within his palm.
The Boark screamed in agony as the blast ripped through his torso in a brilliant flash of light. The Boark slowly floated to the ground, a hole the size of a basketball through his chest. Blood dripped from his mouth as he lightly hit the ground. He gave a few shudders before he lay still, unmoving, yet breathing. This was the afterlife, so it wasn’t like the Boark was dead or anything.
Mayze looked at the site that lay before him as he descended towards the ground. He landed with a soft pat, arms crossed as he glared at his fallen opponent.
The Boark suddenly shuddered and shook his head. He slowly rose to his feet, standing rather unsteadily. The hole in his torso began to rapidly heal and his breathing began to normalize.
“Damn, who the hell do you think you are?” the Boark growled as his wound finally fully healed itself.
Mayze cocked his head and sneered, “General Mayze of the Solar Saiyan Empire,” he just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to be facetious
The Boark narrowed his eyes in anger before sighing and cracking a grin, “Why don’t you joi-”
Mayze laughed, “Yeah no. I intend to leave this hellhole, not be stuck here until forever and ever,” he sighed, “Really, what is it with people like you? I sent the last person who gave me a similar offer to hell, you know?” of course, he neglected to mention the fact that said person had revived himself and killed Mayze after coming back.
“You insane? How do you expect to escape this place? It’s the afterlife, you can’t just magically revive yourself and walk out. If it were that easy there’d be no point in death.”
The general sighed, “I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it.”
The Boark’s power exploded outward as he suddenly charged the saiyan general. Mayze, surprised by the sudden, ferocious attack, was struck by a combo of kicks and punches before being sent flying away by a high flying kick.
He had no time to recover as the Boark was immediately on him like an otaku at an anime festival. He managed to dodge a few attacks, but the majority managed to find their mark. It wasn’t long before the Super Saiyan was sent flying away again
Mayze landed on the ground a few meters away. This time, he was given room to breath, as the Boark had opted to cross his arms and glare at the general with what would probably pass for a Boark sneer.
“Really should’ve accepted my offer you stupid saiyan. Should’ve finished me off after you pulled off that neat little trick.”
The Boark continued spouting more stupid shit, but Mayze didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. Instead, the saiyan focused on what the fuck he should do. And the answer to that, so far, was, ‘I don’t fucking know’. At this rate, Mayze was going to be even deader than dead, wiped away from existence, and that was a scary thought.
And then bam! Lightbulb! An idea suddenly came to the saiyan! Be like Habana and the Queen, and finally master the Super Saiyan form. Obviously easier said than done, but he had been practicing for awhile now. If he could do it now, his power would increase even more and he could possibly win. Or lose, but hopefully win.
He powered down, which thankfully left the Boark shocked and speechless for a few moments. Mayze was getting tired of the beast’s screeching voice.
The Saiyan Elite closed his eyes, and allowed the familiar feeling of energy to settle in his upper back. He calmly, breathed deeply in and out, slowly. And, without much of a flash or spectacle of a light, he transformed, wasting next to no energy in the process.
With a sudden start, the super saiyan realized that his energy wasn’t being drained. When he had first transformed, ages and ages ago, the power boost was phenomenal, but there was still an intense drain to it. It made staying a super saiyan difficult, but over time, the more and more that he had transformed, the less of a drain it was. He supposed it was just a matter of getting your body used to the sudden influx of ki.
He felt stronger too, not too much stronger, but, it was more than enough to win.
With his new found strength, the Super Saiyan General began gathering his ki into his right palm. He smirked at the still shocked Boark, and left an afterimage of himself.
The Boark charged forward, falling for the same trick again as his fist swept through air. He gulped as he turned around and met with Mayze’s teal eyes.
“You’re pretty stupid, huh?”
With a yell, Mayze flung his palm forward and unleashed his pent up energy, vaporizing the body of the Boark in an awe-inspiring flash of red.
When the red light faded, Mayze was left breathing heavily. He had put his all into that attack, and if it had failed he would’ve probably been a goner.
He powered down, sighing as he walked away, once more journeying through hell. A sad smile crossed his lips as a thought came to mind.
Alone again huh?
PL please
Mastering SSJ
Note: I wrote this over the course of like 3 months so that's why the quality varies so wildly. I also got really really really bored with it.
Of course, it’s not like staying in hell at the moment was really anymore exciting. Even after regaining his body, Mayze had hardly done a damn thing but walk around and train. The demon he had meant the other month had yet to show himself again, and the saiyan was getting a bit antsy. Really, who does that arrogant demon think he is? Leaving and never coming back after laying down some grandiose claims and promising an escape of this literal hell. Honestly, Mayze felt like he’d been conned by the devil, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.
He angrily grumbled to himself and kicked a small stone laying on the stony ground. Kami, there was nothing to do here. He couldn’t even read manga or watch a shitty reality-tv show if he wanted to. Training was boring, walking around was boring, staring at a wall for sixteen hours straight was boring(which he may or may not have done a few times), and reflecting on his choices in life was depressing at best. Hell sucked and all the normie assholes who went to heaven could all just go die! ...again.
The saiyan general sighed, he was really starting to think like a regular, adolescent, human brat. This place really was driving him insane.
“Oy!”
Hmm, he could’ve sworn he just heard something.
“OY!!”
The saiyan stopped in his tracks. Surely, whoever it was couldn’t be addressi-
“OY! You who stopped! I’m talking to you!”
He sighed and turned around.
Apparently he had been so engrossed in his thoughts he had somehow failed to notice this rather large group of various aliens sneak up behind him. Or they had just appeared a few minutes ago, but Mayze doubted that.
The one who had addressed him seemed to be the cohort’s leader. He… It was a sight to behold. If the saiyan had to describe whatever it was, he’d probably say some sort of weird hybrid of an orc straight out of a human fantasy story and a boar. Whatever it was, it was ugly and reeked.
“What is it you want?” he flatly said, crossing his arms and gazing coolly at the little ensemble that stood before him. If he intimidated them, maybe they’d screw off.
“What me and mi amigo’s want, amigo, is for you to get the hell off our turf. Comprende?” the thing cracked its knuckles to emphasize its words. The Boark, as Mayze had now dubbed it, gazed back at his compatriots to make sure they were with him. It got small nods of encouragement, and even a grandiose, “Yea! Fuck off or we’ll make you pay!”
Nevermind the fact that gangs continued to exist into even the afterlife, but how the hell did these imbeciles manage to regain their bodies? Actually, wait, why was there gangs in the afterlife? It’s not like there’s any sort of mone-
Oh, wait, shoki. Shoki could be a form of currency. Yea, it’d makes sense if various people wanted to hoard shoki for themselves.
“Oy, are you deaf? I said to screw off or else!”
“Shut your mouth,” The saiyan general moved towards the Boark with a glare.
The Boark merely barred his teeth and glared back, “You think staring me down is gonna intimidate me? I’ve seen shit that would make any saiyan like you piss their fucking pants.”
Mayze just chuckled, “I’m not trying to scare you. I just don’t want you running away.”
In a flash, the saiyan transformed. A shock wave spread out from Mayze, cracking the ground near him and sending some of the Boark’s henchmen flying away. He flipped over the Boark, sending an energy blast hurtling toward the remaining henchman that scattered them on impact.
He spun around when he landed, forming an energy blade around his right wrist that he sent hurtling toward the Boark’s unprotected back.. The blade cleaved through the Boark easily, too easily in fact. The entire figure faded away, revealing itself to be an afterimage.
The hair on the back of Mayze’s neck stood up as he whipped around, and sent his energy blade fying wide around him as he spun 180 degrees. However, his arm was stopped in its tracks by the Boark’s vice-like grip. He struggled and tried to pull his arm back, but it was to no avail.
“Hahaha, you underestimated me Super Saiyan. I am far, far stronger than my henchman,” the Boark gave a feral grin, “The shoki I’ll get from you should get me a hefty promotion.”
The Boark swung Mayze over his shoulder, and slammed him into the ground, leaving a small crack on impact. The Boark kept ahold of Mayze and launched him into the sky, sending a few small ki blasts after the super saiyan warrior.
With the air rushing past his ears, the general shook his head to clear his daze, and used a kiai shout to stop himself in midair. He easily deflected the ki blasts flung at him.
He had underestimated the Boark, but by no means was Mayze out of this fight. He was a veteran of countless battles, and the General of the Solar Saiyan Army to boot. He wasn’t some snot-nosed, incompetent buffoon who had been born into power. He had earned it through sweat, blood, and tears. He’d show this ugly upstart what it meant to mess with a saiyan elite.
Mayze floated in the air and gathered his ki in the palm of his right hand. A look of concentration crossed the saiyan’s face as he prepared his energy attack.
“Ha, leaving yourself wide open like that? Foolish saiyan! This’ll be the end of you.”
The boark charged the saiyan with a massive amount of energy condensed in his fist. With a roar, the monster swung his fist forward… only for it to swing through air as the afterimage of Mayze faded.
He smirked, “Got you.”
His movements had the grace of a dancer as he brought his palm to rest on the back of his foe.
“Sayonara,” Without a moment of hesitation, he unleashed the pent up energy held within his palm.
The Boark screamed in agony as the blast ripped through his torso in a brilliant flash of light. The Boark slowly floated to the ground, a hole the size of a basketball through his chest. Blood dripped from his mouth as he lightly hit the ground. He gave a few shudders before he lay still, unmoving, yet breathing. This was the afterlife, so it wasn’t like the Boark was dead or anything.
Mayze looked at the site that lay before him as he descended towards the ground. He landed with a soft pat, arms crossed as he glared at his fallen opponent.
The Boark suddenly shuddered and shook his head. He slowly rose to his feet, standing rather unsteadily. The hole in his torso began to rapidly heal and his breathing began to normalize.
“Damn, who the hell do you think you are?” the Boark growled as his wound finally fully healed itself.
Mayze cocked his head and sneered, “General Mayze of the Solar Saiyan Empire,” he just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to be facetious
The Boark narrowed his eyes in anger before sighing and cracking a grin, “Why don’t you joi-”
Mayze laughed, “Yeah no. I intend to leave this hellhole, not be stuck here until forever and ever,” he sighed, “Really, what is it with people like you? I sent the last person who gave me a similar offer to hell, you know?” of course, he neglected to mention the fact that said person had revived himself and killed Mayze after coming back.
“You insane? How do you expect to escape this place? It’s the afterlife, you can’t just magically revive yourself and walk out. If it were that easy there’d be no point in death.”
The general sighed, “I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it.”
The Boark’s power exploded outward as he suddenly charged the saiyan general. Mayze, surprised by the sudden, ferocious attack, was struck by a combo of kicks and punches before being sent flying away by a high flying kick.
He had no time to recover as the Boark was immediately on him like an otaku at an anime festival. He managed to dodge a few attacks, but the majority managed to find their mark. It wasn’t long before the Super Saiyan was sent flying away again
Mayze landed on the ground a few meters away. This time, he was given room to breath, as the Boark had opted to cross his arms and glare at the general with what would probably pass for a Boark sneer.
“Really should’ve accepted my offer you stupid saiyan. Should’ve finished me off after you pulled off that neat little trick.”
The Boark continued spouting more stupid shit, but Mayze didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. Instead, the saiyan focused on what the fuck he should do. And the answer to that, so far, was, ‘I don’t fucking know’. At this rate, Mayze was going to be even deader than dead, wiped away from existence, and that was a scary thought.
And then bam! Lightbulb! An idea suddenly came to the saiyan! Be like Habana and the Queen, and finally master the Super Saiyan form. Obviously easier said than done, but he had been practicing for awhile now. If he could do it now, his power would increase even more and he could possibly win. Or lose, but hopefully win.
He powered down, which thankfully left the Boark shocked and speechless for a few moments. Mayze was getting tired of the beast’s screeching voice.
The Saiyan Elite closed his eyes, and allowed the familiar feeling of energy to settle in his upper back. He calmly, breathed deeply in and out, slowly. And, without much of a flash or spectacle of a light, he transformed, wasting next to no energy in the process.
With a sudden start, the super saiyan realized that his energy wasn’t being drained. When he had first transformed, ages and ages ago, the power boost was phenomenal, but there was still an intense drain to it. It made staying a super saiyan difficult, but over time, the more and more that he had transformed, the less of a drain it was. He supposed it was just a matter of getting your body used to the sudden influx of ki.
He felt stronger too, not too much stronger, but, it was more than enough to win.
With his new found strength, the Super Saiyan General began gathering his ki into his right palm. He smirked at the still shocked Boark, and left an afterimage of himself.
The Boark charged forward, falling for the same trick again as his fist swept through air. He gulped as he turned around and met with Mayze’s teal eyes.
“You’re pretty stupid, huh?”
With a yell, Mayze flung his palm forward and unleashed his pent up energy, vaporizing the body of the Boark in an awe-inspiring flash of red.
When the red light faded, Mayze was left breathing heavily. He had put his all into that attack, and if it had failed he would’ve probably been a goner.
He powered down, sighing as he walked away, once more journeying through hell. A sad smile crossed his lips as a thought came to mind.
Alone again huh?
PL please
Mastering SSJ
Note: I wrote this over the course of like 3 months so that's why the quality varies so wildly. I also got really really really bored with it.