Post by Edoma on Jan 9, 2016 20:03:15 GMT
"How exactly did I get into this mess again?" the teen thought to himself, dodging one of the doctors punches with only moderate effort. "That's right... I currently live in a town filled with absolute assholes!" he shouted aloud, just barely ducking a ki blast from the nearby nurse. This insult also prompted a kick to the stomach from the doctor, causing Edo to recoil slightly, allowing the doctor to take another shot. Thinking about it, Edo really did have this coming, though he did not expect it to be an actually fight, more like a couple humans flailing angrily at him. The last thing he had expected was a doctor and her nurse to be trying to practically mug him of what little zeni he had.
It started innocently enough, Edo decided to visit the doctor of Valley Village to have a nasty looking cut checked out. Normally the young warrior was too prideful to let doctors help him recover, but this gash in particular would not close up on its own, and constantly stung. of course the growing purple border didn't help much at all. So Doctor Carla Isaacs was gracious enough to treat the infected wound, before saying any sort of price. Sure Edo was humble enough to accept the help, however he was far too arrogant to pay the woman, especially after she had already treated him. As he was making his way out of the clinic, her assistant and nurse Clark, Edo didn't bother learning his last name, met him at the doorway as if he were a bouncer, making sure he paid up. This still didn't bother the teen at the time, since he was convinced Dura was the only person in town that could fight worth a damn. However, that was soon proved untrue when he felt a feminine hand grab the back of his head, drag him outside and launch over into the nearby wastes. Suddenly there were at least three capable fighters in Valley Village.
"Let's get something straight brat," began the doctor, "I put my patients first, but I take no shit from any of them. When I ask for payment, you either pay me, or at least give me an IOU." she yelled slamming Edo to the hard rock ground. That being said, she was far weaker than Dura, and definitely younger, probably in her early thirties. Both doctor and nurse towered over the short teen, the doctor being even taller than her helper, who was probably in his mid twenties. This may have been why the two were weaker, a lack of experience, however their power levels were probably one and a half times above his own combined. Still, Edo was able to keep up with the dual fighters rather well, though this was not surprising in the least.
"Honestly, you two may be good, but if you think a couple of humans can take on a saiyan you both are sorely mistaken. Literally." the teen taunted the two. He then decided it was time to retaliate, sending his own punches at the doctor, and throwing a blast towards the nurse. They both took their hits very well, hardly flinching.
"No, but that doesn't really matter, you're only half saiyan." Dr. Isaacs jibbed, a smirk crawling onto her face.
"Oh come on! Is that common knowledge in town now! You pe-" the hybrid started, but was cut off by a solid punch to his back from the nurse. Growling in frustration, Edo went back trading blows with the duo, just barely keeping up with the blurred limbs from both sides. "Can you guys at least explain why you're doing this?!' he shouted, hoping to catch a small break.
Both practitioners stopped, Nurse Clark being the first to speak. "That's kind of our rule with Ki using patients. If you can't pay we usually let people of Whit a warning. But if some punk like you thinks they're too good to pay up, like yourself, Doctor Isaacs likes to beat them up, I just come for fighting experience." he said frankly.
Edo stared at them dumbfounded. "But you're both doctors! Isn't this kind of counter intuitive?"
"It definitely seems that one, though perhaps you've noticed something." began the oxymoronic M.D. "We have yet to attack your left bicep." Edo took a moment before looking at his arms side by side. His right arm had some bruises and other marks from the fight, but the only mark on his left arm was the slight rub from the white bandage over his cut. "Besides, you want to fight Dura, and I hate to tell yo this brat, you're still miles away from the old man. Consider this just another form of payment. Think of it as a more saiyan style of payment."
This caused Edo to smile slightly, holding back a chuckle. It may have been just a tad racist, however he was convinced. He went back to the fight, one usually hanging back to fire ki blasts at the younger fighter, and the other up close and personally there to trade physical blows. After no more than an hour, the two stopped, panting somewhat heavily. None of them had any major damage, since that would have defeated the purpose of their occupations, though was still mostly confused on how this happened. "Well brat, I think we're done here, though I hate to say it, you still have to pay us at some point. See ya!" Doctor Isaacs called as she and her colleague flew off. Seriously?! An entire fight and still Edoma found himself needing to pay. Not only that, but he realized that before her little ploy from earlier, she said he was still miles away from beating Dura. In his anger, Edo shot a Dura cannon at the two, but they were too far away, and the beam dissipated before it could reach them. So there he was, standing there feeling utterly stupid, though his arm certainly felt better than before.
It started innocently enough, Edo decided to visit the doctor of Valley Village to have a nasty looking cut checked out. Normally the young warrior was too prideful to let doctors help him recover, but this gash in particular would not close up on its own, and constantly stung. of course the growing purple border didn't help much at all. So Doctor Carla Isaacs was gracious enough to treat the infected wound, before saying any sort of price. Sure Edo was humble enough to accept the help, however he was far too arrogant to pay the woman, especially after she had already treated him. As he was making his way out of the clinic, her assistant and nurse Clark, Edo didn't bother learning his last name, met him at the doorway as if he were a bouncer, making sure he paid up. This still didn't bother the teen at the time, since he was convinced Dura was the only person in town that could fight worth a damn. However, that was soon proved untrue when he felt a feminine hand grab the back of his head, drag him outside and launch over into the nearby wastes. Suddenly there were at least three capable fighters in Valley Village.
"Let's get something straight brat," began the doctor, "I put my patients first, but I take no shit from any of them. When I ask for payment, you either pay me, or at least give me an IOU." she yelled slamming Edo to the hard rock ground. That being said, she was far weaker than Dura, and definitely younger, probably in her early thirties. Both doctor and nurse towered over the short teen, the doctor being even taller than her helper, who was probably in his mid twenties. This may have been why the two were weaker, a lack of experience, however their power levels were probably one and a half times above his own combined. Still, Edo was able to keep up with the dual fighters rather well, though this was not surprising in the least.
"Honestly, you two may be good, but if you think a couple of humans can take on a saiyan you both are sorely mistaken. Literally." the teen taunted the two. He then decided it was time to retaliate, sending his own punches at the doctor, and throwing a blast towards the nurse. They both took their hits very well, hardly flinching.
"No, but that doesn't really matter, you're only half saiyan." Dr. Isaacs jibbed, a smirk crawling onto her face.
"Oh come on! Is that common knowledge in town now! You pe-" the hybrid started, but was cut off by a solid punch to his back from the nurse. Growling in frustration, Edo went back trading blows with the duo, just barely keeping up with the blurred limbs from both sides. "Can you guys at least explain why you're doing this?!' he shouted, hoping to catch a small break.
Both practitioners stopped, Nurse Clark being the first to speak. "That's kind of our rule with Ki using patients. If you can't pay we usually let people of Whit a warning. But if some punk like you thinks they're too good to pay up, like yourself, Doctor Isaacs likes to beat them up, I just come for fighting experience." he said frankly.
Edo stared at them dumbfounded. "But you're both doctors! Isn't this kind of counter intuitive?"
"It definitely seems that one, though perhaps you've noticed something." began the oxymoronic M.D. "We have yet to attack your left bicep." Edo took a moment before looking at his arms side by side. His right arm had some bruises and other marks from the fight, but the only mark on his left arm was the slight rub from the white bandage over his cut. "Besides, you want to fight Dura, and I hate to tell yo this brat, you're still miles away from the old man. Consider this just another form of payment. Think of it as a more saiyan style of payment."
This caused Edo to smile slightly, holding back a chuckle. It may have been just a tad racist, however he was convinced. He went back to the fight, one usually hanging back to fire ki blasts at the younger fighter, and the other up close and personally there to trade physical blows. After no more than an hour, the two stopped, panting somewhat heavily. None of them had any major damage, since that would have defeated the purpose of their occupations, though was still mostly confused on how this happened. "Well brat, I think we're done here, though I hate to say it, you still have to pay us at some point. See ya!" Doctor Isaacs called as she and her colleague flew off. Seriously?! An entire fight and still Edoma found himself needing to pay. Not only that, but he realized that before her little ploy from earlier, she said he was still miles away from beating Dura. In his anger, Edo shot a Dura cannon at the two, but they were too far away, and the beam dissipated before it could reach them. So there he was, standing there feeling utterly stupid, though his arm certainly felt better than before.