Training. It had been something he had failed to do enough of, and something he seemed to be avoiding, at this point. He was beginning to wonder why, why hadn't he DONE anything down here? And suddenly...
"Well... that sure took some time to realize." He would mutter, a frown forming upon his face. What he was going through now, was the result of his own weakness. His inescapable, total, and complete, weakness. Oh, how he sometimes resented it, but now, he was embracing it. Of course, what would get done if he did?
Suddenly, he returned to his senses, remembering that he had to get out. "Fucking FOCUS! You have things to do! Screw it if you can't get much done in the current state you're in! It's time for you to actually get STRONGER!" he shouted, summoning forth all his energy, red ki erupting around him, as if he were the fuel of a massive inferno, letting out a cry as he summoned forth all his strength. He would begin firing ball after ball of energy, each one using up to even a third of all he was capable of, all he could do. Finally, he would throw a massive ball of energy down, and the almost nuclear like explosion would erupt around him.
He would than fall to the ground, looking at the destruction he had caused as his ki slowly left him, huffing and puffing on the ground. "Not... enough..." he muttered, slowly pulling himself back up. "Not enough..." he muttered, louder this time. "NOT. ENOUGH!" he would shout, before falling down once more, exhausted.
Purika zipped across the sky of the AL, his destination being his new training area where he’d recently trained. He was just coming from exploring the area, as he could do it a whole lot faster now. While flying, he noticed something headed towards him after the corner of his eye. He quickly halted himself in the air and looked at it. Purika grinned, followed by a grunt which activated his MSSJ transformation. He aimed his hand towards the ball, outstretching his palm while standing in its direct line of fire.
The ball quickly collided with the palm of his hand, colliding with Purika but doing little to no damage against him. It exploded quickly after impacting his hand, Purika putting a shield up around him that the smoke couldn’t penetrate. He already took the damage head on with the palm of his hand. The smoke cleared, and he lowered his shield and returned to his base form. He noticed there was also a plume of smoke erupting from the ground, along with smoke coming from another location.
Whats going on here… Purika activated his senses, stretching them out to the area around him, detecting one presence in the area. It was right in that plume of smoke, and was a little less than half as strong as himself. He descended from the air, hearing a shout coming from the presence he was detecting. The smoke had cleared from the area when he heard this, and whatever happened here, most likely an explosion from another ki ball like the one that hit him, was where the shout was coming from.
Purika hovered down to the ground on the outside of the crater. “Hey you! Are you alright?” Purika asked. The saiyan was laying on the ground, and he knew he couldn’t be dead since you know, this was the afterlife. Purika was sure he wasn’t unconscious either.
Tomoka would lay there, panting, and before long, coughing out whatever it was that he was made out of. He would lay there, exhausted, tired, and feeling a bit defeated. However, fate would shine kindly on him (unlike in any other instance) and, just like that, a new face appeared, but not before he would hear it's concerned questions.
He would turn his head slightly, looking up at the man. Unmistakably, he was a Saiyan, and that was pretty clear, and Tomoka could feel power in him, that felt much larger than his own. Grabbing the man's shoulder, he would slowly pull himself up, coughing once more, before he would finally shake it off, and wipe his mouth. "Terribly... sorry... about whatever I just put you through. I assume you're over here cus of that little light show I just put on?" Tomoka asked, walking a bit to stretch himself out. "Yeah... I only got this body a week or two ago, trying to get it in working order again, and trying to get it just a tad- okay, a fuckton stronger, than I already was." he would continue, cracking his neck back and to the sides.
He would than turn, giving the man a good look at him. The man would see what appeared to be a young man, appearing to be slightly older than the 16 for an age would show. His armor was, of course, standard issue, in the rather common colors of primary black and secondary red. However, what Tomoka didn't care about, but what Purika was bound to notice, was the broad Mazoku crest on one of his breast plates. Anyone who watched any bit of news in the empire or had fought ANY battle in the war was VERY familiar with the symbol Tomoka wore on his armor, and knew exactly what it meant.
As Tomoka slowly recovered from the ordeal he had just put himself through, he would cross his arms out of forceful habit, and cock his head. "So, my name's Tomoka. If the tail and armor didn't tell you, I'm a Saiyan, and it's pretty clear you are as well, judging by the spiky hair, and the, well... everything." He would say, looking Purika up and down. "You seem pretty strong, that much I can tell. How'd you wind up down here? Wait, let me guess: did you get killed by some crazy bitch in the vacuum of space, and had your leg knawed off by a Majin? If not, I'll tell you from personal experience: it may not sound it, but it's not that bad of a way to go when you've completely lost your mind."
Purika calmly kept his stance as the man reached up and grasped his shoulder, using hiss shoulder as support to pull himself up. The man appeared to be heavily fatigued. Once up, the man began walking around, talking and asking him a question. "Yes, that's why im here. I got hit by one of your attacks, but it wasn't much." he said. The man continued on speaking, as if Purika had asked him another question. Maybe he just needed someone to talk to, there wasn't much to talk about in hell even though there were plenty of people, except the fact that they were strangers. But, so was he.
Purika simply with a nod of the head, choosing to remain silent as he crossed his arms. The man was in battle armor, and obviously appeared to be a saiyan due to his tail. Whether or not he was a hybrid was none of his concern. As the saiyan turned, he revealed the front of himself, much more than what he'd revealed when he brought himself up from the ground. Purika's eyes scanned the saiyan, a young saiyan. The only thing that stood out much was another symbol where more commonly the Saiyan Solar Empire's symbol should be.
It was familiar, and it took just a few seconds to remember where it was from. It was one of those Mazoku guy's symbols, one of the Saiyan Solar Empire's enemies. He wasn't going to say anything about it, it didn't particularly matter to much since you know, well, they were dead. After the saiyan crossed his arms, he announced his name, earning a nod from Purika. "My names Purika, a saiyan as well." he said. Then came the sarcasm, in which the saiyan explained his death while also asking him a question.
"Well then, I ended up dying after being ganged up on. Honestly, I could've killed every person there if that dog hadn't of shown up." he said, clenching his fist. Well, since he was here now, he'd make the best of it.
Tomoka would listen closely to the man, slowly bringing his crossed arms up over the insignia of the SSE's worst enemy, and thus this man's enemy as well. As he spoke, he would try and ignore the blatant insult against his strength, which was easier than normal, for whatever reason. He wondered why he was in such a state. It was as if his doubt, his irrational anger, and all the flaws he could think of had simply... flown away. Disappeared from his psyche... what had happened to him? What had he done, what had someone, or something, done to him, to cause him to act the way he did now?
It was bothering him. It had been eating away at him, and he had begun questioning himself, and what was going on. Why had it felt as if though he wasn't whole anymore? Why was he feeling the way he did now? No possible explanations that he had come up with had worked. Still, this wasn't the time to be thinking about it. right now, he had to focus on this man. For all he knew, this guy may be useful. He might know a way out of hell, or he might know a way to get even stronger. Hell, he might even know a way to become a Super Saiyan...
Suddenly, as the man finished, Tomoka would begin the conversation anew, a newfound vigor in his desire to learn all he could about this man. "Well, Purika. It sure as here is nice to meet you is all I'll say. I've only met one other Saiyan down here, and we've barely spoken since we first met each other. And it's also nice to see someone who plans on ending a vendetta, rather than let it fester there like an open wound, not doing anything to accomplish one's goals..." Tomoka would say, gritting his teeth towards the end.
"In any case, we could probably be useful to one another if we plan things out... though, it does feel like I've done this quite a few times already." he would mutter, before looking back over to the man. "You... do you have anyone else you can rely on down here? A simple question, really. I have one or two, but besides that, I couldn't say so."
After Purika explained how he died, Tomoka responded soon after. As he finished speaking, Purika nodded. "I'm trying to waste time while I'm here with things like that. It can be for motivation, but I'm not going to cry over it." he said. He had no time for things that wasted his time while he was here, he had to become as strong as possible while he was here. Tomoka muttered something, causing Purika to wonder what he was saying since he couldn't hear him. Once he was doing muttering, Tomoka's attention turned back to him, while also asking him a question as well as giving him a bit of information.
Information was always nice.
Purika could answer that question very easily. "No, I don't." he replied. Purika really didn't need to rely on anyone anyway. He could figure things out by himself. But, there was something else: Training. He didn't have a training partner. He hadn't come across anyone particularly strong, heck, most didn't even have bodies. He would like to be able to train with someone, and he figured Tomoka could help him out with that. Even though Tomoka was quite a bit weaker than him, he could change that if they trained.
He was going to ask him. "Now I have a question for you. Would you like to grow stronger? If you would like, you could train with me. It could benefit both of us." he asked.
The man didn't have much to say, and for once, Tomoka was glad that this was the case. While talking and actually having conversations about things were enjoyable, now wasn't the time. Not when they had so much to do, and wasting the time they had would be criminal. Sitting here, talking, while they could be training and improving, that was something that couldn't be allowed, and Purika seemed just as eager to begin as he was. "If I didn't want to get stronger, than I wouldn't be worthy of my tail." Tomoka would reply, slowly getting into a stance. "You're probably leagues ahead of me when it comes to strength and skill, so I probably couldn't hope to teach you anything you didn't know. But maybe I can give you a workout, who knows." Tomoka would continue, before finally finishing what he had to say.
For once, his goal, what he was trying to accomplish, to become stronger, and to finally get out of here, it was close. So very, very close, and he wasn't going to spoil it. Not now, not after waiting so long. Purika was going to be useful to him, that was a fact. He was going to help pull him out of this mess. He was going to bring him, at the very least, one step closer to power, one step closer to freedom, that was a fact. No matter what happened here, whether Tomoka was beaten to a point where he had to rest and heal for days, whether he somehow defeated Purika, or whether they just stopped the entire thing all together, neither of these men were leaving here unsatisfied. With that thought in his mind and that hope within him, bubbling to the surface and enveloping his entire being, Tomoka's ki would spike, before flaring to life around him, the familiar, almost crimson aura of light and energy surrounding him. To Purika, it probably didn't look the slightest bit terrifying or intimidating, and it shouldn't look like it was meant to achieve such. It wasn't meant to inspire him, or make him feel all tingly inside. It was meant to show that he wasn't as durable as paper soaked in water.