Post by Arlic Valliere on Jul 14, 2017 5:56:38 GMT
Gravity Solo training, xo to x10.
wc: 1066
The new gravity chamber had just come in, a dome like bolt on to his otherwise rather rustic home in the nothern front oif cold, mountain, and trees. Wide, and a little larger then what he expected, the older Saiyan still felt pretty proud of the building he'd purchased; and pleased with how fast it had been put up. Time to break it in. Duster, hat, crimson scarf and sash had been hung up in his closet. Replaced with excerside shirts and a jersey; running fashion shoes and his pride. He'd been told about how important gravity training would be for high class warriors, and figured he would get his in early. Catch up fast, so to speak. But first, he had to start from the lowest possible setting. Vegeta, the planet not the person of course, had ten times Earth's gravity, but it had been a long time since Val had occupied his home world. He'd grown soft, so to speak, spoiled by his current planet's easier gravitational pull and lack of crushing pressure. Athough he wondered if you had a chamber on planet Vegeta, and had the gravity go times ten, would it go ten times that? So to speak, a thousand times Earths? Too much thought process in that one, he admitted. Going to have to ask that question to google. Or Bing (aha fourth wall break.)
Clothing was replaced with simple shorts and running shoes, the older fighter doubted that weighted clothing would be welcome in the gravity. Crunching gravel under foot as he propped the white door open; stepping in and slamming it behind himself. Swinging the handle up to lock it in place. "Seems like a design flaw." He mumbled out loud to himself, walking towards the center podium that housed the control console. "I'm getting all fired up! Let's start this shindig, best get the easy part out of the way now."
Fingers dragged along the touch screen console, flicking the warning icons aside and dragging the gravity chamber's setting to times ten normal Earth. The sudden boom of impact rocked the soldier for a brief second, before he rolled his shoulders and let half a snarl out. Ki blasting out in a firey aura around himself. Power flooding his muscles, hair swaying in the self made breeze before stabilizing himself. "Not that bad. Must be from bein' a natural Saiyan." Arlic darted forard, fists flickering back and forth like a fencer's rapid thrusts. Arm and fingers a blur in the air as he swished back and forth. Pivoting from front to side, side to back, and forward again. Darting around and shadow boxing imaginary foes. It was a common training method for single soldiers like himself, sometimes you didn't have a foe worth training. Or you had time to kill, either or being able to mentally battle yourself never failed to boost your skills a little bit. Or at the very least keep you from losing your edge. Skills fade is what it was called, as anyone knew if you neglected to train you were in a world of hurt. Especially, or even doubly so, if you were a fighter by trade.
Tactics shifted, quick flurries of motion suddenly becoming that more heavy handed. The old cybernetic limb clicking under the pressure, but it was built to a Saiyan’s standards. Gravity increases would be crushing his bones before it would steel in any regard. Wide haymakers making muscles and lips groan in effort, shoving aside the mental barrier and pushing to the next step. Repeating the same motion over and over again, until it either hurt to bad to keep going or it was like second nature. ‘Still the same as old Planet Vegeta’ He thought after doing the same strike a half dozen times. Going to have to pump it up to twenty times to get anything new, still, at least Earth didn’t make me fat. The veteran laughed to himself between work outs, either straight up push ups, sit ups, and the general muscle definition training that had no purpose asides keeping his body in shape. No, to get to the next level he’d have to pump his training to that too. Thinking of how to do just that as he jogged around the half dome shaped building, sure did cost plenty of zeni. Still, it could get pretty high up there in training. Apparently this was better than weighted clothing after so long. He didn’t really feel different, still, you had to start somewhere. Pausing to lean over, hands on knees and panting. More gravity or not, you still should be near puking after a run he thought.
Taking a moment to chug water, and with a grimace wishing it was something stronger. But downing beer right now would end up with nothing but spewing it all over the ground. He didn’t feel like time he could be training mopping instead. Need one of those capsules that have a robot, that’d be handy. Probably break it in twenty seconds of training. Flipping onto his hands, the veteran pumped himself up and down with the ease of motions done countless times. Spine perfectly straight as he pushed himself up and down the increased gravitational pull. Mind far away in the random thoughts one had when doing a monotonous action. Be it working out or mowing the lawn, everyone ha happy place they vanished too when bored past reason.
A training partner would be ideal, he thought, shifting to push ups. Burning muscles from different parts of the arms in equal terms. Pushing, always pushing. That was the word everyone used, including him. What would push him to the next level? Could it be definite, would he know when he hit it?
All decent questions, at least he thought so, but who else was in the Northern Mountains? Quiet, cold, isolated. It was a couple hour flight for him just to the capitol. Might have to go father south just to see what everyone else was up to, those blasted robots the main reason he himself was even training. The sheriff was more then strong enough to handle a couple bank robbers.
No, this was personal to a degree, the rest sheer pragmatism. Somebody had to be the law around here, and it didn’t help anyone if the law was weak.
wc: 1066
The new gravity chamber had just come in, a dome like bolt on to his otherwise rather rustic home in the nothern front oif cold, mountain, and trees. Wide, and a little larger then what he expected, the older Saiyan still felt pretty proud of the building he'd purchased; and pleased with how fast it had been put up. Time to break it in. Duster, hat, crimson scarf and sash had been hung up in his closet. Replaced with excerside shirts and a jersey; running fashion shoes and his pride. He'd been told about how important gravity training would be for high class warriors, and figured he would get his in early. Catch up fast, so to speak. But first, he had to start from the lowest possible setting. Vegeta, the planet not the person of course, had ten times Earth's gravity, but it had been a long time since Val had occupied his home world. He'd grown soft, so to speak, spoiled by his current planet's easier gravitational pull and lack of crushing pressure. Athough he wondered if you had a chamber on planet Vegeta, and had the gravity go times ten, would it go ten times that? So to speak, a thousand times Earths? Too much thought process in that one, he admitted. Going to have to ask that question to google. Or Bing (aha fourth wall break.)
Clothing was replaced with simple shorts and running shoes, the older fighter doubted that weighted clothing would be welcome in the gravity. Crunching gravel under foot as he propped the white door open; stepping in and slamming it behind himself. Swinging the handle up to lock it in place. "Seems like a design flaw." He mumbled out loud to himself, walking towards the center podium that housed the control console. "I'm getting all fired up! Let's start this shindig, best get the easy part out of the way now."
Fingers dragged along the touch screen console, flicking the warning icons aside and dragging the gravity chamber's setting to times ten normal Earth. The sudden boom of impact rocked the soldier for a brief second, before he rolled his shoulders and let half a snarl out. Ki blasting out in a firey aura around himself. Power flooding his muscles, hair swaying in the self made breeze before stabilizing himself. "Not that bad. Must be from bein' a natural Saiyan." Arlic darted forard, fists flickering back and forth like a fencer's rapid thrusts. Arm and fingers a blur in the air as he swished back and forth. Pivoting from front to side, side to back, and forward again. Darting around and shadow boxing imaginary foes. It was a common training method for single soldiers like himself, sometimes you didn't have a foe worth training. Or you had time to kill, either or being able to mentally battle yourself never failed to boost your skills a little bit. Or at the very least keep you from losing your edge. Skills fade is what it was called, as anyone knew if you neglected to train you were in a world of hurt. Especially, or even doubly so, if you were a fighter by trade.
Tactics shifted, quick flurries of motion suddenly becoming that more heavy handed. The old cybernetic limb clicking under the pressure, but it was built to a Saiyan’s standards. Gravity increases would be crushing his bones before it would steel in any regard. Wide haymakers making muscles and lips groan in effort, shoving aside the mental barrier and pushing to the next step. Repeating the same motion over and over again, until it either hurt to bad to keep going or it was like second nature. ‘Still the same as old Planet Vegeta’ He thought after doing the same strike a half dozen times. Going to have to pump it up to twenty times to get anything new, still, at least Earth didn’t make me fat. The veteran laughed to himself between work outs, either straight up push ups, sit ups, and the general muscle definition training that had no purpose asides keeping his body in shape. No, to get to the next level he’d have to pump his training to that too. Thinking of how to do just that as he jogged around the half dome shaped building, sure did cost plenty of zeni. Still, it could get pretty high up there in training. Apparently this was better than weighted clothing after so long. He didn’t really feel different, still, you had to start somewhere. Pausing to lean over, hands on knees and panting. More gravity or not, you still should be near puking after a run he thought.
Taking a moment to chug water, and with a grimace wishing it was something stronger. But downing beer right now would end up with nothing but spewing it all over the ground. He didn’t feel like time he could be training mopping instead. Need one of those capsules that have a robot, that’d be handy. Probably break it in twenty seconds of training. Flipping onto his hands, the veteran pumped himself up and down with the ease of motions done countless times. Spine perfectly straight as he pushed himself up and down the increased gravitational pull. Mind far away in the random thoughts one had when doing a monotonous action. Be it working out or mowing the lawn, everyone ha happy place they vanished too when bored past reason.
A training partner would be ideal, he thought, shifting to push ups. Burning muscles from different parts of the arms in equal terms. Pushing, always pushing. That was the word everyone used, including him. What would push him to the next level? Could it be definite, would he know when he hit it?
All decent questions, at least he thought so, but who else was in the Northern Mountains? Quiet, cold, isolated. It was a couple hour flight for him just to the capitol. Might have to go father south just to see what everyone else was up to, those blasted robots the main reason he himself was even training. The sheriff was more then strong enough to handle a couple bank robbers.
No, this was personal to a degree, the rest sheer pragmatism. Somebody had to be the law around here, and it didn’t help anyone if the law was weak.