Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 23:35:12 GMT
It was a good thing he'd never see his Brenchian contact again. At least that was most likely the case. Given after waking up twice from life support sleep within the pod he found himself rather agitated to say the least. Coupling that with the time he had to waste to prepare and repair various bits just to take off. At least the damn thing was moving and seemed to be on course. The last adjustments setting the sleep support properly working this time for when he'd doze back off into a deep slumber. Trying to sleep rather then worry about visiting a planet he'd never set foot on before.
The cramped dark pod was barely lit as it zipped through space like a cosmic bullet train. The occasional rattling being made every few hundred light years or so. His breathing was slowing to a sleeping rhythm. His head drifting to thoughts of past days and prior experiences, Dreams boy I'm talking of dreams! The blue boy often having lately any cheer besides that which resided in the dreaming land. His head leaned back against the worn in leather of the pilots seats head rest and drifted off.
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The cold snow masked air was whipping around rather roughly. Thrashing the small boy who could barely stand against the tempest. Let alone support the weighted armor to large for his body that framed his chest. In little more then his knickers besides the armor. "I can't see mom...The winds too strong!..." Getting no response on the communicator he had in his hand. The device only present after being lost for nearly a week from the last time he was thrown into harsh conditions. His little arms crossing before him holding to cover his face from the whipping wind. It felt like cold cuts careening off his forearms and cheeks ripping around his body like a whirl wind. A strong push lifting him from his feet at one point sending him back several feet. Sadly only to have him collide into the snow bellow only to be rolled back a few feet before lifted again and thrown even further. His body would have been in much more pain if not for the numbing cold. If it wasn't for the medical tank waiting on him after sessions like these and his Saiyan Brenchian genes of a fighter he'd likely have lost something to frostbite by now.
"I don't want to do this again...Please can I come back..." He'd speak hoarsely into the mic. Gripping the receiver with dear life. At one point almost positive his thumb had frozen to the metal. It would have been possible for him to take a bit more if not for the fact snow wasn't the only thing blowing in the rough winds. Ice had been breaking off various ledges and build ups across the frozen plain. He'd see the object for perhaps a second careening for him. A rock of ice about a foot in diameter. With enough wind speed to give it a ramming speed as it thwacked into the face and nose. Leaving a few hairline fractures in the frontal portion of his skull that would need healing. He'd fly back crashing his back into the snow and within moments become buried within it. The memory he dreamed of was a rather sour one. But it was one of the reasons he'd learned to survive being treated so roughly. He could at least thank her for that. If not for the tracker in his communicator they'd have never found him that time after he stopped checking in. It was a rather long unpleasant stay in the regeneration tank after that one.
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He'd shift in his chair as the memory sent a chill down his spine in the actual world. A bit of sweat breaking at his brow. His nights were often haunted by such things. One of the many reasons he tried to drown out his free time with side jobs, booze, and women. It was easier to sleep once you'd drunk enough arcosian wine to kill a normal human. His face would twitch as his eyes became wrestles in his sleep. Fading from scene to scene.
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The boy was a little older although in rather rough condition. A body suit and nothing else to cover his body in the ring. Bare feet nearly slipping on the dried blood stains from the other rough sparring from various soldiers and officers that day. His mother stood across from him this time. Talk about tough love. The blue Brenchian and her white hair that hung down to her side making her a lovely and agile opponent. Trying to keep up with her however was like trying to play chicken with a speeding fighter ship. It was almost instantaneously when he'd feel the knee rock into his chest. The air leaving his body almost instantly. Gasps for air and a mouth full of spit splashing out. Little sound given all the air had vacated his lungs as he fought to plead for it to return.
A fall to the mat would have been to forgiving though as he watched the blue foot rush upward in a kick towards the sky. His fingers twitched in reaction but it was all his current speed could have mustered. He'd feel the blood well up in his mouth from a few open cuts. One of his teeth cheeping on the backside of it. So that was how he chipped that back tooth. He never did remember... Must have been a light concussion.
His back would smack into the ground after his arching fly back. His eyes trying hard to focus as he saw stars. "I.. I think... You're fast mom." He'd say in a small voice. Trying to life to his feet his palm slipping from sweat and blood after wiping his lip and placing it to the ground. The failure to rise quickly noticed. The female Brenchian none to pleased with crossed arms. Standing tall like a proud officer. That sorta military bravado you expected from the type, you know the type.
"Jarvis,.. Rise you aren't gonna be given any such mercy as resting in a real battle." Spitting off to the side. Clearly displeased. "Don't give me any more reason to feel shamed. Rise boy..." A momentary twitch in her eyes as he looked at her with a fearful and bloodied face from his smearing of the blood. In hindsight Jarvis would guess those were the signs of her still being his mother after all. What mother wouldn't feel something seeing her child hurt or broken. He tried not to blame her for the childhood. In some aspects he could understand what it must have been like in status to have a Saiyan mut as a pup. He believed she loved him in some way. He'd just likely never see it. Likely never see her again now. But such was the way of the universe at times.
The boy back then though did rise. Lifting slowly to one foot pushing to lift the other as well taking a stand. He'd gasp heavily his arms outstretched as he tried to keep balance focusing his breathing and strength to muster himself back as best one could. "I'm no weakling... I'll show you that!" He'd say although all evidence pointing to the exact opposite happening.
"Hmph." A smile forming at her lips. She was in some ways proud to see him rise to the occasion. Although part of her settling on thinking it must have been partially due to his thick headed Saiyan genes. At least he rose which she didn't expect him to at first. "Someone is a little more antsy then usual. Ok fine, you wanna show momma how strong you are? Then lets try some real training Jarvis dear." She'd say forming the ki blade around her hand. A blade of energy that framed over the hand and forearm like a ki sword if you would. Jarvis's eyes snapped open as his mother stood still for a moment as if to give a little more time to react given the raised dangers. "Prepare." She'd roar. Rushing towards him thrusting her technique as if on the hunt.
"AH right!" He'd exclaim his eyes wide in worry. He hadn't really been prepared for this tired as he was as well making it doubly so hard to pull off. But with a push he'd raise his hands to defend himself forming not one but two similar forms of ki daggers over both hands. Using them more so to block the incoming attack then swing them about like blades. He'd find himself lifted by her point and sent once again flying back and into the mat in a worried daze. Hearing through weak ears. "Ha! I'm actually a little proud of that one son... Now rise! We have a long session ahead of us." Heh imagine hearing things like that after what you had just been through as a boy.
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The very thought had a tired hand rubbing his ribs in the pod. His sleeping body shifting in the seat. He still had a few scars if one looked close enough around his stomach from the ki blade of hers. Even after all this time he still couldn't put it into the shape she could. A hint of jealously as well when he thought about it. His mother and many other could do a skill like it but all he could muster was two amateur level blades for now. But it'd have to do he'd worry about perfecting more techniques in the future. Perhaps find someone worth while on earth to pull some jobs with and do just that. He'd he'd start to remember the first time he'd went Oozaru as well. Heh but that'd have to be a story for another time.
The cramped dark pod was barely lit as it zipped through space like a cosmic bullet train. The occasional rattling being made every few hundred light years or so. His breathing was slowing to a sleeping rhythm. His head drifting to thoughts of past days and prior experiences, Dreams boy I'm talking of dreams! The blue boy often having lately any cheer besides that which resided in the dreaming land. His head leaned back against the worn in leather of the pilots seats head rest and drifted off.
---
The cold snow masked air was whipping around rather roughly. Thrashing the small boy who could barely stand against the tempest. Let alone support the weighted armor to large for his body that framed his chest. In little more then his knickers besides the armor. "I can't see mom...The winds too strong!..." Getting no response on the communicator he had in his hand. The device only present after being lost for nearly a week from the last time he was thrown into harsh conditions. His little arms crossing before him holding to cover his face from the whipping wind. It felt like cold cuts careening off his forearms and cheeks ripping around his body like a whirl wind. A strong push lifting him from his feet at one point sending him back several feet. Sadly only to have him collide into the snow bellow only to be rolled back a few feet before lifted again and thrown even further. His body would have been in much more pain if not for the numbing cold. If it wasn't for the medical tank waiting on him after sessions like these and his Saiyan Brenchian genes of a fighter he'd likely have lost something to frostbite by now.
"I don't want to do this again...Please can I come back..." He'd speak hoarsely into the mic. Gripping the receiver with dear life. At one point almost positive his thumb had frozen to the metal. It would have been possible for him to take a bit more if not for the fact snow wasn't the only thing blowing in the rough winds. Ice had been breaking off various ledges and build ups across the frozen plain. He'd see the object for perhaps a second careening for him. A rock of ice about a foot in diameter. With enough wind speed to give it a ramming speed as it thwacked into the face and nose. Leaving a few hairline fractures in the frontal portion of his skull that would need healing. He'd fly back crashing his back into the snow and within moments become buried within it. The memory he dreamed of was a rather sour one. But it was one of the reasons he'd learned to survive being treated so roughly. He could at least thank her for that. If not for the tracker in his communicator they'd have never found him that time after he stopped checking in. It was a rather long unpleasant stay in the regeneration tank after that one.
---
He'd shift in his chair as the memory sent a chill down his spine in the actual world. A bit of sweat breaking at his brow. His nights were often haunted by such things. One of the many reasons he tried to drown out his free time with side jobs, booze, and women. It was easier to sleep once you'd drunk enough arcosian wine to kill a normal human. His face would twitch as his eyes became wrestles in his sleep. Fading from scene to scene.
---
The boy was a little older although in rather rough condition. A body suit and nothing else to cover his body in the ring. Bare feet nearly slipping on the dried blood stains from the other rough sparring from various soldiers and officers that day. His mother stood across from him this time. Talk about tough love. The blue Brenchian and her white hair that hung down to her side making her a lovely and agile opponent. Trying to keep up with her however was like trying to play chicken with a speeding fighter ship. It was almost instantaneously when he'd feel the knee rock into his chest. The air leaving his body almost instantly. Gasps for air and a mouth full of spit splashing out. Little sound given all the air had vacated his lungs as he fought to plead for it to return.
A fall to the mat would have been to forgiving though as he watched the blue foot rush upward in a kick towards the sky. His fingers twitched in reaction but it was all his current speed could have mustered. He'd feel the blood well up in his mouth from a few open cuts. One of his teeth cheeping on the backside of it. So that was how he chipped that back tooth. He never did remember... Must have been a light concussion.
His back would smack into the ground after his arching fly back. His eyes trying hard to focus as he saw stars. "I.. I think... You're fast mom." He'd say in a small voice. Trying to life to his feet his palm slipping from sweat and blood after wiping his lip and placing it to the ground. The failure to rise quickly noticed. The female Brenchian none to pleased with crossed arms. Standing tall like a proud officer. That sorta military bravado you expected from the type, you know the type.
"Jarvis,.. Rise you aren't gonna be given any such mercy as resting in a real battle." Spitting off to the side. Clearly displeased. "Don't give me any more reason to feel shamed. Rise boy..." A momentary twitch in her eyes as he looked at her with a fearful and bloodied face from his smearing of the blood. In hindsight Jarvis would guess those were the signs of her still being his mother after all. What mother wouldn't feel something seeing her child hurt or broken. He tried not to blame her for the childhood. In some aspects he could understand what it must have been like in status to have a Saiyan mut as a pup. He believed she loved him in some way. He'd just likely never see it. Likely never see her again now. But such was the way of the universe at times.
The boy back then though did rise. Lifting slowly to one foot pushing to lift the other as well taking a stand. He'd gasp heavily his arms outstretched as he tried to keep balance focusing his breathing and strength to muster himself back as best one could. "I'm no weakling... I'll show you that!" He'd say although all evidence pointing to the exact opposite happening.
"Hmph." A smile forming at her lips. She was in some ways proud to see him rise to the occasion. Although part of her settling on thinking it must have been partially due to his thick headed Saiyan genes. At least he rose which she didn't expect him to at first. "Someone is a little more antsy then usual. Ok fine, you wanna show momma how strong you are? Then lets try some real training Jarvis dear." She'd say forming the ki blade around her hand. A blade of energy that framed over the hand and forearm like a ki sword if you would. Jarvis's eyes snapped open as his mother stood still for a moment as if to give a little more time to react given the raised dangers. "Prepare." She'd roar. Rushing towards him thrusting her technique as if on the hunt.
"AH right!" He'd exclaim his eyes wide in worry. He hadn't really been prepared for this tired as he was as well making it doubly so hard to pull off. But with a push he'd raise his hands to defend himself forming not one but two similar forms of ki daggers over both hands. Using them more so to block the incoming attack then swing them about like blades. He'd find himself lifted by her point and sent once again flying back and into the mat in a worried daze. Hearing through weak ears. "Ha! I'm actually a little proud of that one son... Now rise! We have a long session ahead of us." Heh imagine hearing things like that after what you had just been through as a boy.
---
The very thought had a tired hand rubbing his ribs in the pod. His sleeping body shifting in the seat. He still had a few scars if one looked close enough around his stomach from the ki blade of hers. Even after all this time he still couldn't put it into the shape she could. A hint of jealously as well when he thought about it. His mother and many other could do a skill like it but all he could muster was two amateur level blades for now. But it'd have to do he'd worry about perfecting more techniques in the future. Perhaps find someone worth while on earth to pull some jobs with and do just that. He'd he'd start to remember the first time he'd went Oozaru as well. Heh but that'd have to be a story for another time.