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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 4:54:14 GMT
Gula laid there under the sun. He was on vacation, sipping some nice soothing pineapple juice out of a pineapple with the top cut off and the insides shaved out of it. He was sipping the juice through a crazy straw, with a nice mini umbrella in the drink. The world appeared in a silvery light to him, due to the silver-tinted shades he wore.
Gula laid on a silver towel sprawled out on the beach. He was wearing silver and green swimming trunks that went below his knees. Next to the towel were a pair of black sandals. Enjoying his vacation, Gula relaxed and was having a great time. He was slowly tanning darker under the sun.
He wore no shirt, and was simply enjoying himself. Most of the women were staring at the teenager due to his bulging muscles, even though he was only fifteen years of age. Gula, sat up and finished his drink.
He was bored, and the only way that he could alleviate that boredom, was to fight someone. Anyone would do, but none of the weaklings that were around lounging on the beach. No, he desired someone stronger to fight. Someone that he could enjoy fighting, someone he could simply rip apart and they’d keep on coming.
His Saiyan blood, hungered for the blood of the innocent even if it were all of the weak little humans around him. He put his sandals on, and headed towards the locker room to get his katana.
(PL: 10,288)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 5:24:02 GMT
The sun beamed on his face, in the bright weather. He was sore all over. Some of his skin was still burnt on his arm from the explosion, while he couldn't feel his leg still. He was forced to constantly he flight in order to walk. Unluckily, this made it hard to suppress. Stealth had gone out the window when if he suppressed he suddenly fell on the ground and couldn't walk. He tripped and fell halfway down before being suspended in the air. He was pulled back up by his Ki. A couple people gasped but he didn't care. He already could be seen with a scouter or Ki sense due to only being able to lower it to 1k and still walk. He had an odd limp, where he would partially limp then his feet would skid on the air above ground.
He sighed and came down into rocks. No one was on this part of the beach since it wasn't exactly a beach. It was a large mass of rocks in the coast. He was isolated and enjoyed it. The tide came in, bringing bits of rock back and forth. Water surged along his feet. Cold water stung but of course, only in the leg he could feel. He slowly stood up again, he stretched. Each limb took a turn reaching out as far as possible, before coming back in. The left leg was a bit awkward, considering most couldn't move. With grunts, he let out a series of small Ki blasts. His suppressed level gently hopped up each time before falling back down.
Thread PL: 5534
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 6:03:54 GMT
Stepping into the locker room, Gula decided to tie his sash around his torso and tie his katana to his back. He made a makeshift bandolier, using the sash he usually wore as a belt to keep his gi closed and tie his katana to it. He pulled on the strings and nodded.
It had been a week since the encounter with the man that tried to stop him from destroying the village. He really really hoped that he would find the stupid person. Gula, winced as he rubbed some of the new scars he had on his body from a week before when he destroyed a town to the far north, and some stupid human tried to stop him.
He wanted to repay him, by ripping something off of his body, or making him bleed out. But more than likely the stupid human was in a hospital somewhere trying to sleep off the injuries from the explosion. He would feel like he’d won the lottery if the human were actually at the bea… Grinning widely, Gula licked his lips.
It was the human, from the village up north. Chuckling inside his mind, Gula slowly trailed behind the injured human. Ever so slowly, Gula crept closer and closer to the human. When the human settled on the rocks, Gula stood fifteen feet away from the human. He waited for five minutes for the human to notice him.
After the human, fires off several ki blasts and stretch out his injured body, Gula decides to speak. He makes his voice sound as husky, low, and sweet as possible.
“My… My… I’ve caught a big fish. I hope you remember me, fishy. I sure as hell remember you.”
Gula laughed lowly, after saying that. He chuckled like he found something fun to play with. It would sound extremely twisted, like he would kill something at any moment. Licking his lips once more.
“Come at me, little fishy. Lets see if you got any stronger since our last meeting.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 12:56:37 GMT
He was having a terrible time. First, the destructive Saiyan who had destroyed the village he was in at the time. He didn't actually care about the village, but the warrior had attacked him. He sat down looking vaugrly at his scouter. With a shout he dove on it and tried getting up, but yelled in pain. Flight lifted himself up and he turned around. There was the man. "My... My.... I've caught me a big fish. I hope you remember me fishy. I sure as hell remember you," he said huskily, in a low and sweet sounding voice. He started with a laugh that gave him a feeling of dread. "Come at me, little fishy. Let's see if you got any stronger since our last meeting."
He eyes were wide with fear and he was shaking. He had barely held his own in the last fight and he had barely managed to flee. Now his opponent by was even stronger, around ten thousand power level! In comparison, he had gotten stronger too. He had 5,534 power level, but he was still half his power! He had to get away, and he knew he would suffer severely if he didn't. He slowly rose to the air, and took off. "Ballistic Blade!" he shouted throwing it behind him at the bloodthirsty foe.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 5:38:31 GMT
Gula chuckled when he sees the fear and shaking of the weaker warrior. Walking forward, while licking his lips. Oh, he was going to enjoy this a little too much. He wonders if he should let the knife-like blast hit him when he saw the human raise into the air and take off running for his pitiful life. Gula raises his hand, and literally catches the Ballistic Blade attack. His fingers slowly curl around the technique. Gula, starts to float in the air before flying towards Drake.
Flying a bit faster than Drake, Gula slowly crushed the technique in his hands. This time, he would not let his guard down and allow this weakling to damage him, quite as severely as he did the last time they fought. The Ki burned his hand while he crushed it, he barely noticed the pain of the damage it was doing. Soon enough, the ki shatters and scatters in the wind. Licking his lips, Gula started to fly at his full speed.
He accelerated as fast as he could, and maneuvered around the human running away from him. Stopping in front of the human.
“Where do you think you’re going, little fishy?”
Gula aimed a backhand at the young man’s face. It seemed like Gula did not want his prey to escape this fight. He wanted to spend as much time as he could making the human suffer as much as he could. The backhand was aimed in such a way to send Drake back towards the beach.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 13:23:12 GMT
He heard a chuckling sound from the chasing foe. He glanced back to the find him walking forward, licking his lips as if he was enjoying this and couldn't wait to cause as much injury as possible. What the hell was wrong with this guy! When his blade got close, he didn't seem worried at all. What was this guy doing? You couldn't just let a technique hit you- what the! He caught the blade! He caught his technique, his only hope against him! Who was this guy!
Gula rose up, still a technique in his hand. Gula was going faster and faster, catching up to him rapidly. He could see sparks of Ki showering out of the curled hand where the blade had been. Another burst of speed, and Gula was rapidly approaching. He tried to take no more speed but was no match for the warrior who was twice as strong as him. Soon he was floating ahead of him and couldn't stop in time. "Where do you think you're going little fishy?" He was about to fly away, when a backhand smashed into his cheek. He went flying back tearing through the air, feeling it pulling at him from everywhere. He tried to use flighty to slow down, but could only turn himself. He couldn't control it and went spiraling out of control. When he neared the ground, by instinct he true landing on his legs. He succeeded, but it was a big mistake. With a yell of pain all the energy from falling went through the messed up leg. He laid uselessly on the ground, barely unable to move for the pain.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 0:30:27 GMT
Licking his lips, Gula enjoyed the pain that he got when he backhanded the weak little man that was just sent flying away from him. He knew he was going to enjoy this, and flew at the man at his top speed. He wanted to make sure the man did not get away this time, and drew his blade. The silver iron alloy of the katana shone in the sun, like star light. It was such a pure light, not worthy for a sword that has slain hundreds of humans.
Continuing to fly at his top speed, Gula approached the beach where the human is lain out for the kill. It seemed like a good opportunity to kill the human right than and there, but he didn't want the human to simply leave him without suffering at least a little, though Gula would more than likely drop him outside a hospital so they can repair the damage done to the human, he didn't want him to die so soon after all.
Gula soon would reach the prone human that was in pain, from the strike and from his beaten body. It seemed cruel to continue the torment that Gula had in store for this human. Licking his lips, Gula aimed his katana at the body. Slowly, he moved the tip of the katana aiming for various spots wanting to make sure that the spot he picks doesn't kill the human too soon, because that would be bad. There were arteries in every part of the body.
Tearing off one of Drake's shoes, Gula palpated the dorsal side of the foot to try and find the dorsal pedal artery of the foot. Once Gula has found it, he attempts to jam his katana into the foot away from the artery so Drake does not bleed out from the wound within minutes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 3:33:02 GMT
He watched the terrible foe fly through the sky after him. A silver blade shine in the air, it seemed ironic that a light so pure would belong I a sword in such twisted ways. As he came closer he realized the blade was a katana. Air flowed around the Saiyan as he came in, fast as ever. Soon an armed opponent was walking across the beach casually, as if he was cleaning a fish not preparing to torture or kill a human. He watched terrified, unable to do anything as his sure death approached him. If he could talk, and was in a joking mood, he might have commented on the amount of times he licked his lips. However considering the situation and why he was licking his lips- it didn't seem appropriate. He trembled as a shoe came off in his hand. The katana poked around eventually finding a spot. He tried to grit his teeth but was too slow and a scream tore itself from his lips as he felt a blade enter his foot.
He gasped and closed his eyes, pain coursing through his body. Suddenly his body went silent, unmoving. His head slowly turned and would have looked straight into Gula's eyes if his own we're open. Suddenly they snapped open and were a sharp blue, different from the usual hue. A ice blue aura formed in place as his body began to shake. It convulsed and shook, as if coveted in lighting. His muscles bulged before popping out. Slowly he stopped looking much stronger. With his powerlevel now higher than that of Gula's, he kicked out at his chest. Ignoring the pain from his foot, he stood up and looked him in the eye. His arm snapped out as he grabbed his neck, then pulled back his fist. He punched as hard as he could letting go with the other arm to let him go flying. "BALLISTIC BLADE!"[/b\ he screamed launching the blade. Hopefully all this would have taken him surprise with the temporary boost in powerlevel.
Intense Struggle- Ballistic Blade(33%)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 17:11:04 GMT
Gula, drove the blade deep into the ground. With this he made sure that Drake could not fly away. Suddenly, he was lifted into the air by a tight grip. Gasping, his hands went to his throat. He looked into the damn human's eyes before he is suddenly gets punched hard in the face. Gula gets sent flying for several hundred feet. His nose broken to nearly beyond repair even with his defenses still up. Blood leaks down his face. Putting a finger to his upper lip, he feels his warm blood.
'THIS IS IT!!! TRAINING PANTS COME OFF NOW!!!'
He roars within his head, his power increasing rapidly through his intense anger. Flying towards Drake, the Ballistic Blade hits him square in the face. Gula seems completely unfazed by that, aside from a incredibly minor burn. He was so pissed off at that moment, he didn't think anything could effect him. Landing right in front of Drake, Gula jumps and aims a chop to Drake's right collar bone. The amount of force behind the chop, would break the bone, and ground him.
"So, little fishy. You've managed to piss me off really well. So which arm, is your favorite?"
(Hidden Potential Activated and Deactivated)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 17:29:09 GMT
He seemed to not expecting the surprise strengths at all and was lifted up easily. He smiled at the Saiyan as he looked him in the eye, and punched as hard as he could. The foe went flying off and stopped in mid-air. There was a large satisfying crack with the punch and blood came down Gula's nose. His moment of victory didn't last long.
"THIS IS IT!!! TRAINING PANT'S COME OF NOW!!!" be heard him scream his rage building. He let a small gasp as the power level multiplied by four apparently and his doom came at him. He expected to atleast slow him down when the blade smashed right through his face. However, it looked like he was just annoyed by it! He gulped as He landed right in front of him. He tried to fly up, but felt a shock of pain as his foot was stuck to the ground with the silver katana still in it. A massive chop smashed into the collarbone. There was a sick grinding noise and he felt it shatter. Pain roared through him and he was overwhelmed by nausea. He felt bile rise in his throat and his lunch fly all over the foe.
"So, little fishy. You've managed to piss me off really well. So which arm, is your favorite?"[/b\ the terrifying warrior said. Desperately, he punched out wth his right arm.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 4:25:43 GMT
Smirking at the pathetic punch, Gula caught the fist by the wrist. Frowning, at being puked on he slowly twisted it before placing a foot on his stomach. He licked his lips, before slowly pulling on the arm, while extending his leg. He knew this was going to hurt especially when he was using Drake's stomach to push against while he pulled on the arm. Gula wasn't concerned about hurting the weaker man, once the arm is off he was going to cauterize the wounds with his Ki and drop him in front of a hospital. He knew that the one in the Southern Capitol was close, and he knew that they specialized in trauma injuries.
"So this is your favorite arm. Well, I guess I'm takin' this one. Don't worry, I'm going to drop you in front of a hospital so you don't die."
With that, Gula pushed with his leg while pulling with his arm. He continued to twist the wrist. After a bit, Gula brought his other hand to Drake's elbow and brought his other foot to his stomach as well. With the amount of force that he's about to generate the arm would come off without a problem. He started to extend both legs while pulling with both arms. This was going to be bloody, and would leave Gula satisfied for that day. He would get his revenge, and he would get a new arm for his collection of pickled arms.
Several popping noises could be heard while Gula pulled on the arm. Soon enough the arm dislocated, and Gula pulled harder, feeling the skin and muscles start to give and tear. This was a extremely painful way to loose a arm, especially since his collarbone on the right side is shattered. Soon enough the arm would tear completely off, causing a large amount of blood to seep from the former arm hole and the newly amputated arm. Gula doesn't move from his position. He uses his bukujutsu technique to stay afloat. He turns to look at the human.
"I suppose I have to call you ol' stumpy for now on."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 4:39:15 GMT
I His eyes went wide as predictably his lunch was caught. He had a little satisfaction from the expression on his face when he puked, but it was not going to worth what was about to happen. His arm was slowly twisted around, and he felt a foot go in his stomach. Slowly his arm began to pul out as he used his foot to push against. His eyes went wide as his pain nerves went crazy. "So this is your favorite arm. Well, I guess I'm takin' this one. Don't worry, I'm going to drop you in front of a hospital so you don't die," he said to him. The hospital part wasn't reassuring. The foot once again shoved into his stomach as he felt his arm turn. His wrist was twisted around, and it continued. His vision began going black as he gritted his teeth, but couldn't contain himself. Shots of pain escaped him as the arm twisted around and around. The other and went on it, and the foot came up to the stomach. A series of sickening popping noises came as he began to scream with the terrible pain. He desperately tried anything, but failed. His body convulsed back and forth as pain tore through him. Pain snapped through as the limb tore off him and he began howling with pain. He rolled around in a puddle of blood screaming and shouting. Against his wil, actual tears began flowing. He couldn't believe the pain was in, it was like none he had felt before. He began begging under his breath for it to stop and his face convulsed rapidly. He didn't even hear the Saiyan's words.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 4:52:28 GMT
Gula was more than satisfied with how the day turned out. He got a new arm for his collection, and he punished a lowly human for daring to injure him. Hopefully this lesson sticks with the human, but it probably wouldn't. The humans were a idiotic race anyways.
Gula aimed a simple Ki blast at the hole in the arm, cauterizing it and giving the human even more pain to contend with. Gula pulled his silver bloodied katana out of the human's foot and wiped it on his shirt, before sheathing it. Gula would cauterize the hole in the foot by blasting it once more.
Putting the human over his shoulder, Gula would fly off towards the nearest hospital. It wouldn't do if one of his favorite toys were to die. No it wouldn't. Once in the sky, Gula thought about what happened. He liked toying with people like this, but now he was feeling a bit guilty. He pushes the guilt out of his mind before, arriving at the hospital. He places the body right outside the Emergency Department, and throws a rock through both sliding doors to alert the guards. Gula would slip away before they even knew he was there
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Post by Kaula on Jun 9, 2015 9:20:11 GMT
Gula WC: 1914 PL Gains: 2948 10,288 > 13,236
Drake WC: 1618 PL Gains: 1925 6,662 > 8,587
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