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Post by Conan on Oct 31, 2015 1:13:01 GMT
Conan had been waiting for this for over a month. He had been training too, starting from a small power level of 2,912 to 7,030. All because of hard work, which is the only way to get anything in a harsh world. He heard of this tournament when a few amateur fighters were training near him. It was named, 'The Underdog Tournament.' It was apparently for weaklings. Conan then signed up, and waited almost a month or two. He did train during the time of course. If he didn't he probably wouldn't have entered. Even people with the same power level as him could be a problem. And don't even let him start about seeing anyone with a power of 10,000. But that was before. Now, he could deal with people up to at least 11,000. He was proud of himself, proud that a kid like him could make it on his own with no help. Conan was even chosen to host this tournament, the part of it with the lower end power levels of course. The higher power ones will be hosted by a skilled host or hostess. Conan, present time, was flying through the sky, going as quick as he could to the tournament. He didn't wanna be late and embarrass himself in front of all the other experienced fighters, even though he might be the strongest one there. Conan finally landed down in front of the battlegrounds. It wasn't anything fancy, a battleground isn't supposed to be fancy. It had a large platform, about 100 by 100 meters. Large stands stood around the grounds' four sides. Conan breathed the fresh air in, and walked in. He was greeted by many of the workers there getting ready. He sighed, he wished the fighters would get here soon. Yes, Conan was the host of this tournament, but he still could participate in it. That was the part Conan was happy about. Conan looked up at the sky and looked at its wonderful blue color. He then noticed something, or someone, flying towards the tournament grounds. "Hm, Interesting," Conan said to himself as the person came closer.
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Kilo
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PL: 11,058; OD(x2); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Built-In Scouter; Zeni: 0
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Post by Kilo on Oct 31, 2015 18:13:59 GMT
Kilo crossed her arms in Dr. Breech's lab. "You mean, I should attend this only to get stronger?" she asked her creator Dr. Breech. "I would say so, but that's completely up to yourself to decide," he said to her. She would nod slowly, "Right... I'll be off then," and with that she walked away from the doctor to her exit. She would slowly ascend herself in the air once outside in the pitch black morning. She'd thrust herself and launch off into the morning. It was going to take a while to get there so might as well leave early... She had always been a spectator of these tournaments when she was still technically human but never imagined herself being in something like this. It was hours later when day finally shows, she had all the thoughts going through her head the entire time about this tournament. Dr. Breech told her that these weren't the brightest and most power of the bunch but should be amusing to fight. She took his word for this hopefully as she sees the tournament within her android eyes. Well... At least, one of them is android. The other one is still actually human still. She'd land down on the platform near Conan, crouched down on one knee and such like some kind of Terminator. She slowly stood up, actually looking more formal today than before Conan saw. She turned her head towards Conan and that gave her a slight sign of annoyance. It was CONAN! The same Saiyan that was with her the other day. She didn't like Conan too much but she learned to accept him as someone different from the average Saiyan after their little spar with Etoru. She'd cross her arms, nodding towards Conan. "Conan... I assume you are here to spar like the rest of these lower power levels?"
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Post by Conan on Oct 31, 2015 18:31:24 GMT
Conan was surprised. He didn't even know that Kilo would be participating in this. He turned toward her direction to look up at her, since she was a little taller, and said to her, "Yes. Actually I am hosting this. I didn't know that you were going to participate in this tournament." Conan was speaking the truth. After that battle with the overpowered saiyan child named Etoru, he thought he would never see her again. "Anyways, as you can see, I haven't changed that much. Except for the fact i'm a little older and wiser," Conan said to Kilo. He wondered if he would see anyone else in this tournament. He would be delighted if people like Cornatto, Helici, Letu, and all those people came. It'd be nice to see some of his other friends for a change, even thought they might not remember him. He especially wanted Corn to join this tournament. Their last fight was very entertaining. "The training centers are over there," Conan said to Kilo as he pointed to the right of the opening to the arena. "If you'd like to spar, just ask me," Conan offered as he walked off, toward the arena to see if everything was going well. Conan was still a little shaken after seeing Kilo. If she had trained and gained even more powerful, that could be a problem. He sat down on one of the benches right next to the arena and sighed. Hosting and fighting at the same time would be very troublesome.
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Kilo
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PL: 11,058; OD(x2); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Built-In Scouter; Zeni: 0
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Post by Kilo on Oct 31, 2015 19:48:12 GMT
Kilo watched as he walked off. She was about to follow him for a moment until she had a thought going through her head. She turned her head over to see all the participants and sure as hell wasn't a bragging type of crowd. She made her eye go scouter, scanning these power levels. The ranges were scary. It was between five to the highest being one thousand. It was actually really scary. Not for her but for these poor people. She was strong compared to these regulars and she could fatally injure any of these people. She tried her best not to think about it. It was then she began to walk forward until she bumps into someone... big. She turned her neck and looked up and saw this bulky man tower her.
"Hey lady! Watch where you are going!" She briefly catches his power level before her eye turned blue once more. Interesting enough, it was around 200. That's not good for him. "I sincerely apologize, I will carry on," she said in an attempt to walk around him. "Hueue, you think someone like you can mess with me! The big and mighty Bear!" and then he rips his clothes off to reveal the wrestler like outfit out. Some knock off trying to be like the President of this planet. He punched his fist in his hand, "Now, I've gotta teach you a lesson on why you should watch yourself little lady!" and with that, she simply snapped her and causes electricity to flow into her pointer. "I heavily suggest you back off before I send hundreds of volts into your body," she says with a blank expression. With that, it causes him to feel taunted, "NEVER!" and that made her react quickly as he swung his fist. She charges her arm and hand up with power and blocks the fist with her palm, sending the volts of electricity with a power level of two thousand into his body. It was a light show and it surely showed him. He fell backwards all burnt and crispy but still alive.
She slowly walked over his body, "Never underestimate your enemy.... 'Bear'," and with that she caught up to Conan and looked at him. "I accept a spar but nothing too serious. I may have to save myself just in case."
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Post by Conan on Nov 1, 2015 19:32:12 GMT
Conan turned to look at Kilo, who had just requested a spar. "Alright then, But i'd appreciate it if you don't fry any of the other opponents," Conan answered as his eyes drifted toward the burnt-to-a-crisp bear. He shivered when he imagined that bear being him and Kilo being the blue haired saiyan, Jarvis. He shrugged it off and started off toward the sparring center. Conan waved at Kilo, signaling her to follow. As he walked, he thought about how much stronger Kilo had gotten. Conan finally made it to the front entrance to the sparring center. As he walked in, Conan took in the whole view. It wasn't much. It was like a gym, but was bigger. Big enough to have 2 Oozarus fit in there Conan guess. He walked toward the center, where the ring was located. It was like the outside arena, but downsized for the building's height and width. Conan stepped into the ring and went to the far side of it. He walked over and thought to himself, 'This is gonna be exciting.' If Kilo had gotten any kind of power up after Conan and her parted ways, this could be very bad. As he took his place, he slipped gracefully into his battle stance. He power up, releasing his ki. 'I should really learn how to suppress and sense ki one of thses days,' Conan thought. "Once you're ready, its your move," Conan said to Kilo. Conan's blood started pumping, adrenaline running, the symptoms of a battle thirsty saiyan. 'Lets do this!' Conan thought.
i'D like Zeni Please)
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 19, 2015 22:15:38 GMT
Conan -- 1113 + 1000 Z = 2113 Z
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