Post by Conan on Mar 21, 2016 0:59:15 GMT
Conan floated around as a cloud, admiring the sights and enjoying the break from fighting everyday. However, there was still a part of him wanting more fighting. More training. So he came up with a solution: Mental training. Conan sat down, or at least floated lower, close to the ground, and closed his imaginary eyes. As he began to begin his training, a fist shot out of nowhere in his mind, He quickly dodged it and said, "What was that!?" The body that was connect to the fist finally came out. It was Etoru, evilized. Conan grinned. "I've always wanted a rematch, and now I get it. Let's skip the warm-up, and get to the real beatings, alright?" Conan then shot straight forward, enveloping his fist in a ki blast, and shouted out, "I WILL GET REVENGE!" But Etoru responded with a dodge to his attack and by kicking him in the side of the head. Conan flew sideways, pain exploding onto his neck. He collapsed on the ground, eyes closed, gritting his teeth. He said to him jokingly, "Well, that's another thing karma's gonna kick your butt for." Conan got up, knees shaking, and he started powering up. The light of his aura lit up everything around him, and he realized he was fighting in a demolished North City, bodies littered everywhere, all of them killed by Etoru. He yelled in anger as he shot towards him, throwing a barrage of punches toward his face. However, Etoru blocked all of them. Then Conan tried his signature move: The uppercut. As he drove his fist up, his knuckles collided with Etoru's chin, and he went flying backward from the force of the punch. Conan grinned, delighted at the fact he got a hit off. He charged forward, another barrage of blows ready. But Etoru countered him by blasting him in the face. He reeled back in pain, the burns from the ki-blast fresh. 'What?! The pain here feels, real..' Conan thought momentarily as he staggered back. Etoru then kneed him in the stomach, making Conan fly straight through one of the wrecked buildings. He lazily got up from the ground, vision blurred, and he began seeing black-spots. As he got up, someone walked in front of him. "C-C-Cornatto?" Conan said as Corn flew towards Etoru. Conan tried to stop him, reaching his hand out to grab his shoulder, but Cornatto forced himself free and went to confront Etoru. The battle didn't even last that long. Corn put up a good fight, but he failed.It ended with Corn with a hole through his chest, dead on the pavement. Conan blinked tears out of his eyes as he started towards Etoru, but then got stopped by someone else again. Then another, and another, soon it was a group of people in front of Conan. He tried to yell no, that he didn't want anyone else getting hurt for his sake, that this was his burden to bare, but they ignored him.
Explosions riddled the city as the huge clash began. Conan blocked his eyes from all the dust being flown around. He then looked up, only to see his friends being beat one by one. 'No,' Conan thought to himself as he ran back towards the battle. 'No!' he said to himself as he ran past the bodies of Letu, Tomorokko, Bing, and more. He soon had tears streaming down his face like mini-waterfalls as he slowed his sprint. 'It's useless,' he thought to himself as he continued walking. 'He's too strong.' As he stopped in front of the body of Defrosch, he saw the last person fighting Etoru, and it nearly made him faint right there and then. It was his father, defending his son from this monster. He tried to yell out, he tried to warn him, but he couldn't He soon saw through wet eyes his father's lifeless body, flying toward the ground. He fell on his knees, sobbing, knowing that he couldn't do anything to help the fallen. Conan's head was yanked up by the hair, and soon he was staring into the dark eyes of Etoru. "Is that all you have? I thought you were good enough for a warm up. I guess not." Etoru grinned evilly. Conan closed his eyes and readied himself for the final blow, when something inside himself snapped. A deep voice inside of himself said,
"ENOUGH!!"
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In response, Conan yelled out furiously, a black and purple aura surrounding himself. His hair went straight up, turning bright yellow, almost golden. His eyes were still closed as he grinned. But it wasn't his signature grin, it was a cruel grimace as he opened his eyes, and his pupils were not green, but a deep sinister purple. He looked at Etoru and said in that same voice, "This will be thrilling." He then let rip a barrage of punches, riddling Etoru's body and making him yell out in pain. He then spin-kicked Etoru into a nearby building. As he flew, Conan laughed as he shot towards him again, pummeling him as he flew through the building. He then put his hands together and hit him on the head, driving him on the ground. While above Etoru, a bright brilliant glow struck him, Etoru had gone super saiyan. But it wasn't going to help him. No, not against this side of Conan. As Etoru burst from the crater, Conan back-handed him away, right into a abandoned car on the street. He walked towards him menacingly, a ki-blast slowly forming in hand. Conan noticed that Etoru was backing away, horrified. He laughed. "You're afraid now, are you? I will pay back the pain you did to the others ten-fold. No, i'll just torture you until you beg to die." He heard Etoru whimper, which made him even happier. Conan then charged into Etoru, shoulder first, and he drove him through the ground. He heard the satisfying crack of his bones. He was caught off-guard when Etoru upper-cutted him in the face, driving his fist hard into his chin. Conan flew backwards, but regained his footing. He spat out a chunk of blood, and smiled. He then charged forward, superman posed, and drove his two fists into Etoru's stomach. He heard him cry out in pain, and he stopped, suddenly realizing what he was doing. He ran over to Etoru, and helped him up. Etoru looked at him hopefully, and right when he was about to start a string of apologies, Conan cut his arm off with his ki-saber. "Ok, let's not get overzealous here. Even before you were evil, you were a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, and I can, I would, but it's frowned upon by King Yemma. Having said that, BURN IN HELL!" After he said those last few words, he shoved his sword hand threw his stomach. Blood splattered all over Conan, as Etoru fell to the ground, dead. Conan laughed, but then stopped. He reverted to normal form, and fell on his knees. "W-what have I done?" Conan said to himself as he looked at Etoru's dead body. He pulled at his hair and yelled, "WHY!?!!!!" He sat there, yelling, stuck in his prison of a mind, but only for now, for there is a way out, but it isn't gonna be fun.
(Part 1 of many other solos. Just turning this one in. Shoki please)