Post by Sangu on Mar 29, 2016 22:08:34 GMT
Part One: Peace for Sangu?! The Return Home!
After having returned from the Yunzabit Highlands, Sangu was exhausted from the battle with Mallo. Why was he exhausted? Because he went all out, assuming that he'd need to finish off Mallo quickly, anticipating a fierce battle with Mallo's female counterpart, Marsh.
"What the hell happened to you, kid?" Shojiro would ask his on again/off again pupil, noticing the way Sangu dragged himself into the clearing. He would notice that the man's hands were singed from the blast he'd blocked, fired at him from the deceased Android.
Sangu cracked his neck and forced a sleepy smile. "Let's just say I was studying the local scenery when I was attacked by a bucket of bolts." He laughed, and coughed a bit, his ribs aching. "Owwwwwww....damn that smarts!" As bad as he was, even he felt pain. He was, after all, only human. Though at times, with his firey passion for battle, you'd think he was Saiyan. We all know he's human though, as his will is indomitable and he holds one thing always. Hope.
After all the heinous misdeeds he'd committed under the tutelage of Cube, you'd think the young man had given up on the redemption of his soul. But not Sangu. He knew that he was doing good, if not amazing things. He'd saved the old couple from the android threat. He'd protected Vyrna and ShojI from the alien menace of Cube's henchmen. But still, he knew this wasn't enough to redeem himself. He had to do more.
Shojiro looked at the ginger quietly for a moment, studying his furrowed brow. He could tell the boy was in deep thought as he watched him sit down on a straw cot and he could hear him sigh. He walked over to sit next to Sangu. "What's wrong, kid? What's on your mind?"
"Alot. Almost too much to name, honestly. You know I told you about my past, how Cube was manipulating me to kill. I've killed Kanassians, Yadratians, heck, even a few humans. Men, women, children, sick, young, healthy, old. Honestly, I doubt that I can ever fully redeem myself for what I've done..." he looked down. There were no tears, but deep down there was hurt and worry. "...I honestly don't know what to do, Sho."
Shojiro looked at him sternly. "So you're gonna sit here and cry over the past? You're just gonna give up on your training because you "don't know what to do"?"
"Who said that? No, I-"
"-you sound defeated. When you feel defeated, then you are, and that's when your adversary has beaten you. Don't let that happen, because if you do then that Arcosian will have won. Just think of all the people he's still hurting out there because you're sitting here, feelin' sorry for yourself." Shojiro stated in a matter of fact manner, knowing the risk of making the ginger angry. But deep down, that was what he wanted to do. He knee that Sangu fought on pure emotion, and became more powerful the angrier he got. Sometimes, this was an advantage. Other times? It could be a hinderance.
Sangu looked up at the old master. "You know what? Maybe you're right, sensei. But I can already tell you there won't be any training tonight." The young ginger laughed and fell back on the scratchy straw, relaxing. "Tonight? I just want to relax. I want to know what it's like to sleep peacefully and not worry about fighting just for twenty four hours. Haven't I earned that?"
Indeed he may have. For once in his tenure of being a protector, Sangu would get to relax and let his body rest. Bruised ribs, singed hands, he even had a black eye from the battle with Mallo. Those Androids were resilient and he had to wonder when the other would rear her not so ugly head. But for now...he'd rest.
Meanwhile...Marsh glides across the smooth metal floor of "The Devastator", a huge ship owned by none other than Cube. She wasn't capable of being nervous, but this feeling she was experiencing? Was it rage? She looked down at her brother's disembodied head and experienced hatred for Sangu.
This was not over...she would see to it...
To be continued
After having returned from the Yunzabit Highlands, Sangu was exhausted from the battle with Mallo. Why was he exhausted? Because he went all out, assuming that he'd need to finish off Mallo quickly, anticipating a fierce battle with Mallo's female counterpart, Marsh.
"What the hell happened to you, kid?" Shojiro would ask his on again/off again pupil, noticing the way Sangu dragged himself into the clearing. He would notice that the man's hands were singed from the blast he'd blocked, fired at him from the deceased Android.
Sangu cracked his neck and forced a sleepy smile. "Let's just say I was studying the local scenery when I was attacked by a bucket of bolts." He laughed, and coughed a bit, his ribs aching. "Owwwwwww....damn that smarts!" As bad as he was, even he felt pain. He was, after all, only human. Though at times, with his firey passion for battle, you'd think he was Saiyan. We all know he's human though, as his will is indomitable and he holds one thing always. Hope.
After all the heinous misdeeds he'd committed under the tutelage of Cube, you'd think the young man had given up on the redemption of his soul. But not Sangu. He knew that he was doing good, if not amazing things. He'd saved the old couple from the android threat. He'd protected Vyrna and ShojI from the alien menace of Cube's henchmen. But still, he knew this wasn't enough to redeem himself. He had to do more.
Shojiro looked at the ginger quietly for a moment, studying his furrowed brow. He could tell the boy was in deep thought as he watched him sit down on a straw cot and he could hear him sigh. He walked over to sit next to Sangu. "What's wrong, kid? What's on your mind?"
"Alot. Almost too much to name, honestly. You know I told you about my past, how Cube was manipulating me to kill. I've killed Kanassians, Yadratians, heck, even a few humans. Men, women, children, sick, young, healthy, old. Honestly, I doubt that I can ever fully redeem myself for what I've done..." he looked down. There were no tears, but deep down there was hurt and worry. "...I honestly don't know what to do, Sho."
Shojiro looked at him sternly. "So you're gonna sit here and cry over the past? You're just gonna give up on your training because you "don't know what to do"?"
"Who said that? No, I-"
"-you sound defeated. When you feel defeated, then you are, and that's when your adversary has beaten you. Don't let that happen, because if you do then that Arcosian will have won. Just think of all the people he's still hurting out there because you're sitting here, feelin' sorry for yourself." Shojiro stated in a matter of fact manner, knowing the risk of making the ginger angry. But deep down, that was what he wanted to do. He knee that Sangu fought on pure emotion, and became more powerful the angrier he got. Sometimes, this was an advantage. Other times? It could be a hinderance.
Sangu looked up at the old master. "You know what? Maybe you're right, sensei. But I can already tell you there won't be any training tonight." The young ginger laughed and fell back on the scratchy straw, relaxing. "Tonight? I just want to relax. I want to know what it's like to sleep peacefully and not worry about fighting just for twenty four hours. Haven't I earned that?"
Indeed he may have. For once in his tenure of being a protector, Sangu would get to relax and let his body rest. Bruised ribs, singed hands, he even had a black eye from the battle with Mallo. Those Androids were resilient and he had to wonder when the other would rear her not so ugly head. But for now...he'd rest.
Meanwhile...Marsh glides across the smooth metal floor of "The Devastator", a huge ship owned by none other than Cube. She wasn't capable of being nervous, but this feeling she was experiencing? Was it rage? She looked down at her brother's disembodied head and experienced hatred for Sangu.
This was not over...she would see to it...
To be continued