Post by Speenatch on Sept 26, 2017 7:59:24 GMT
A good period of time after his... tournament, Speenatch walked out of the Satan City General Hospital alongside his parents. He'd been recovering there for quite a while after unlocking his hidden power... and almost destroying his body in the process. It had been a long, long road to recovery. A long, boring road filled with lots of physical therapy and advanced medicine.
'Man, I wish there was sum sorta magical thing-a-ma-bob that would just heal ya right up in a moment. Preferably sumthin' easily edible... like a bean... yeah... Even if wus bland as all get-out, I'd buy a dozen an' scarf 'em down when I got all scraped up.'
"The Unbreakable Mister Steel" thought about where he would even start searching for such a thing as he and his family walked down one of Satan City's open streets. He wasn't wearing his normal gi, or even his average street clothes. Instead, his parents had insisted on giving him something "proper" to wear. That "something proper" being a polo top (aqua colored, of course), a pair of fresh-khakis... and some leather boots. The two had shown some consideration for their son's odd dressing habits by letting him choose the color. A bright, neon pink. He also had on his usual shades, his hair was once more styled into a mane of mullet. The beard he'd allowed to grow out while recovering was neatly trimmed back into a fashionable goatee.
Speenatch took in a deep breath... then relaxed with his father's arm around him, and his mother holding onto him as well. His father gave him his looks, so the two were rather similar in appearance. Right down to the outfit for the day. Same grin, same hair color (same hair frizz), same face and chin. The biggest difference between them was that Speenatch's old man was significantly taller. He also had a bit of a beer-belly on him. He was rocking that dad-bod hard. Speenatch's mother, meanwhile, gave him his height. She was a few inches smaller, and far more delicate-looking. All pale skin and long tresses of straight hair. She was wearing a floral sundress, a big hat, and a pair of shades that oddly matched Speenatch's. She was also carrying a purse that looked like it could hold a car. Without said car being in capsule form.
Both of them were nattering on about this or that, trying to keep the conversation to small-talk. Speenatch, for his part, gave small nods and "mm-hmms" where it was appropriate. Sometimes a small quip, a little question that was just reassembling a sentence. Just enough to make it seem like he was listening. His mind was elsewhere.
It was such a nice day outside. The weather was cooling, but the sun was still bright and warm. With the slightest breeze stirring through the air, the temperature was perfectly comfortable. People were strolling along on their business, or just to enjoy the day. Humans, Zoans, Majins, even a few aliens here and there.
'Tha perfect sorta day ta get back inta tha real world. An' the perfect sorta day ta start makin' a comeback. There's people way below me on tha power-scale... but there's also people waaaaaay up higher'n me on it, too. One o' 'em is friggin' Mammy-boy. I ain't gonna stop 'till I can kick 'is keister proper an' keep 'im from pickin' on tha little guys. Him an' everyone like 'im...'
After making that silent promise to himself, Speenatch put his hands onto his parents. A nice little return of their embrace as the three walked down the street as one whole, happy family.
'But not without rememberin' tha little things. Like nice walks with tha folks... MAN I'm glad I'm hidin' ma power right now. I'd hate ta have sumbody bump inta me an' ruin this.'
[Technique Being Used: "Ki Compression" (Energy Compression). PL Hidden.]
'Man, I wish there was sum sorta magical thing-a-ma-bob that would just heal ya right up in a moment. Preferably sumthin' easily edible... like a bean... yeah... Even if wus bland as all get-out, I'd buy a dozen an' scarf 'em down when I got all scraped up.'
"The Unbreakable Mister Steel" thought about where he would even start searching for such a thing as he and his family walked down one of Satan City's open streets. He wasn't wearing his normal gi, or even his average street clothes. Instead, his parents had insisted on giving him something "proper" to wear. That "something proper" being a polo top (aqua colored, of course), a pair of fresh-khakis... and some leather boots. The two had shown some consideration for their son's odd dressing habits by letting him choose the color. A bright, neon pink. He also had on his usual shades, his hair was once more styled into a mane of mullet. The beard he'd allowed to grow out while recovering was neatly trimmed back into a fashionable goatee.
Speenatch took in a deep breath... then relaxed with his father's arm around him, and his mother holding onto him as well. His father gave him his looks, so the two were rather similar in appearance. Right down to the outfit for the day. Same grin, same hair color (same hair frizz), same face and chin. The biggest difference between them was that Speenatch's old man was significantly taller. He also had a bit of a beer-belly on him. He was rocking that dad-bod hard. Speenatch's mother, meanwhile, gave him his height. She was a few inches smaller, and far more delicate-looking. All pale skin and long tresses of straight hair. She was wearing a floral sundress, a big hat, and a pair of shades that oddly matched Speenatch's. She was also carrying a purse that looked like it could hold a car. Without said car being in capsule form.
Both of them were nattering on about this or that, trying to keep the conversation to small-talk. Speenatch, for his part, gave small nods and "mm-hmms" where it was appropriate. Sometimes a small quip, a little question that was just reassembling a sentence. Just enough to make it seem like he was listening. His mind was elsewhere.
It was such a nice day outside. The weather was cooling, but the sun was still bright and warm. With the slightest breeze stirring through the air, the temperature was perfectly comfortable. People were strolling along on their business, or just to enjoy the day. Humans, Zoans, Majins, even a few aliens here and there.
'Tha perfect sorta day ta get back inta tha real world. An' the perfect sorta day ta start makin' a comeback. There's people way below me on tha power-scale... but there's also people waaaaaay up higher'n me on it, too. One o' 'em is friggin' Mammy-boy. I ain't gonna stop 'till I can kick 'is keister proper an' keep 'im from pickin' on tha little guys. Him an' everyone like 'im...'
After making that silent promise to himself, Speenatch put his hands onto his parents. A nice little return of their embrace as the three walked down the street as one whole, happy family.
'But not without rememberin' tha little things. Like nice walks with tha folks... MAN I'm glad I'm hidin' ma power right now. I'd hate ta have sumbody bump inta me an' ruin this.'
[Technique Being Used: "Ki Compression" (Energy Compression). PL Hidden.]