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Post by Daika on Apr 2, 2016 4:07:00 GMT
Daika wasn’t a drinker, however this latest situation he had been left in was quite a predicament. He had returned from the Northern wastes a few hours ago, after quite a good spar with another Saiyan by the name of Kayle. When he returned back home to his house in the Bamboo Forest however, he was surprised to see that everything was gone. The entire house had somehow “Vanished” with Arias and… his two kids along with it. Fearing the worst, he attempted to find her, but after flying as fast as he could around the world, he realized that he could no longer sense their energy. To the Albino Saiyan, this meant two things. That they were either dead, or had left Earth. Why…? Why would she leave me?! Did I do something wrong? What did I do to deserve such a punishment!! His mind was a whirlpool of emotions, his anger that she left him, his love for her, how happy they had been together, fearful that she might be hurt. All of these combined caused the Warrior to begin to cry. His heart yearned for Arias, the only woman in the universe who he had truly loved. Such emotions seemed so strange for a Saiyan, whose main purpose was to murder and destroy. But Daika had long known he was different to all the others. He had known it since he was born with his Albinism. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he did not cry. Although he would never forget Arias, he could not sit around and mourn her forever. So he did what most humans would do if they needed to try and forget horrible things, such as their loves leaving them without even saying goodbye. Drink. And he was doing a pretty good job at it too. He had silently flown around Satan City until he found the biggest street pub he could find. For the next two hours, the tall Saiyan Warrior had attempted to drown his sorrow in liters of alcohol. The other customers couldn’t help but stare at the strange sight before them. It wasn’t every day a Saiyan would just waltz in and drink all the beer he could find. Even though Saiyan biology made it harder to get drunk, it was still possible. And now, Daika was definitely going to win the world record for the drunkest Saiyan ever seen. Whenever he finished his pint, he collapsed onto the table, crying loudly until one of the Waiters came by to give him a refill, only for him to quickly drain the glass before repeating his act. Hopefully, no-one he knew would walk in to see him in such a disgraceful state.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 2, 2016 23:27:32 GMT
A certain hybrid wasn't one to ever drink any sort of alcohol, however he sensed a familiar Ki signature within a local bar. The Ki signature happened to be Daika's, however neither the hybrid, nor his partner had any idea as to why he would be there. The fact that Daika, of all people, was in a bar only made the hybrid assume that he was drinking his sorrows away, whatever those may be. The hybrid and his partner traversed the one and only Satan City, weaving through the crowd as they traced the Saiyan's signature. The seaweed woman Phae Waterfield had trouble believing that Saiyans could ever become intoxicated, however she wasn't completely against the idea of such. Meanwhile, her husband, Celmaru Waterfield, couldn't believe that Daika would ever want to become drunk in the first place. However, the couple had slightly more concerning problems. The passerby gave odd stares towards the two, but despite this, they ignored them completely. " Celmaru....will Daika be...alright?" " If he's drunk already, then we might have some issues getting him away from the bottle. however I'm sure we can persuade him to leave." " ....I hope so." The couple arrived at the pub that Daika's signature originated from, and the hybrid didn't hesitate to swing open to doors. The wooden doors swung open easily, giving way to the hybrid's frame as he stepped inside. Unfortunately, a bottle of alcohol immediately was thrown directly for his facial features, and the hybrid flinched upon the sight, instinctively catching it within his left palm. Phae peeked inside, her facial expression shifting uncomfortably upon the sight of mostly-intoxicated men and women. Among them, settling upon a simple chair to wallow in his misery, Daika was planted firmly via his face upon the table before him, grasping a pint of liquor as he allowed streaks of salty tears to descend past his eyes. Several nearby Humans stared at the Saiyan, confused as to why he was here drinking himself away, however the hybrid could only sigh upon this sorry sight. " Daika! Saiyans can't get drunk very easily, you know!" Celmaru took a brisk stride over towards the Saiyan, a discontent expression upon his facial features. This was a sort of low for Daika, and the hybrid couldn't stand the sight of it. The remaining Humans that weren't staring at Daika began to shift their gaze onto the hybrid himself. Phae followed closely behind the hybrid, refraining from making eye contact with the drunken men of the establishment. Pulling back a chair for Phae, the hybrid placed the previously caught bottle onto the table. Celmaru couldn't help but to shift his gaze back towards the intoxicated Saiyan, concerned for his well-being. " Daika, what happened? Why are you here drinking your sorrows away?" " Would you be willing to enlighten us of your troubles, Daika?" The hybrid absentmindedly waved his hand towards the Humans dismissively, gesturing them to go back to their business; drinking alcohol. Phae reluctantly sat down upon the nearby chair as the hybrid placed his hands upon the table. A stern expression was upon his face as he asked a single question, reiterating his previously asked inquiry. " What happened to you that would make you drink yourself away, Daika?"
(Heavy Weights Equipped; Thread PL is 45,675.) (Phae's Thread PL [25% Celmaru]: 45,675!) You're up, Riku ! |
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Post by Riku on Apr 3, 2016 21:28:40 GMT
[Thread PL: 61,871 Medium Weights ON Current PL: 30,935]
The saiyan paced through the town, it was a peaceful night, and he felt good. Riku wasn't one for pubs, but he felt like a drink would be a good way to celebrate. Hell, maybe he could meet a new lady friend while he was at it. In all honesty, he didn't expect to get that far tonight. The saiyan in black waltzed into a nice big pub, one of the more classy and well known ones around the area. The moment he entered, he felt a nice groove, the music was static tonight. If he didn't have self discipline he would be busting moves left and right. However, remembering why he came here, he walked over to the bartander. A well dressed man with slick hair stood behind the counter, his voice rather deep.
"What'll it be, laddy? Got a special tonight on been jugs in regards to the upcoming elections." Riku nodded, acknowledging the offer. He knew exactly what he wanted, though, and kindly rejected his offer. "Thank you, my good man, but I am not in the mood for your jugs. I'd like a dry martini if you will. Make it extra dry."
The bartender nodded and pulled out a martini glass and began pouring in the liquid. He added an olive and served it to the wild haired saiyan. "Enjoy, lad." The man walked to the other side of the counter, taking other people's orders. Turning to the rest of the bar, Riku sipped his drink slowly, savoring the taste. He probably wasn't suppose go be drinking, but nobody could tell his age, not with the body structure he had. His eyes wandered, suddenly spotting someone familiar. From his view, he saw a tall white haired man chugging down several drinks, and continuously ordering more. Within moments Riku realized it was Daika, the man who he had recently met that had a saiyaness partner named Arias.
The saiyan in black slowly made his way across to Daika, pausing to see another man next to him. He was engaged in speech with him, as well as with another woman who looked like...a plant? Maybe it was just her dress, but either way she looked rather strange. Taking a closer look at the man, it seemed as though he was a possible saiyan. Riku continued towards them, intruding their conversation. "Pardon me, I would just like to check up on this man. Daika, are you alright? Why are you drinking so heavily, shouldn't you be tending to your mate?"
Riku turned back to the other man, his gaze shifting between him and the lady. "Who might you two be, may I ask?"
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Post by Daika on Apr 5, 2016 2:27:41 GMT
"Daika! Saiyans can't get drunk very easily, you know!"
His mind took a while to process who was speaking to him, but after a few minutes he figured it out. His Teacher, Celmaru just happened to be in the area. Woonderful… He was slightly upset that he could see the Albino Saiyan in such a depressing state, however he doubted that things could get worse from what had already happened.
Looking up from the table, he saw that the Hybrid had sat down on the opposite side, with his wife in tow. Heh, well, at least someone doesn’t have a wife who will run off without him. His eyes were swollen red, which would probably make it easier for them to find out that he had been crying over something. He attempted to get out of his chair, however due to his intoxication this was made alot more difficult. After a brief struggle with a bit of his armor being caught on the table, he managed to push the chair out from under him. He stood up, straightening his back as he looked at Celmaru. He had trouble focusing onto him as swayed back and forth, his balance also effected by his heavy drinking.
Seeing that he would most likely not stop asking him what was wrong, Daika decided to tell him. He looked straight into his eyes as he began to speak.
“She’s gone.” As he finished, he began to cry again. The memory was all too painful for the Saiyan to endure. Suddenly, he was filled with rage as the alcohol messed with his emotions. “SHE’S GONE! AND SHE TOOK EVERYTHING WITH HER!” He yelled at the top of his voice. He stumbled backwards, both of his arms grasping out for something to steady himself with. Once he found his seat, both of his hands held firmly onto the back of the chair, to try and stop him from falling over.
Recognize another voice, he turned his head to see Riku, the Black armored Saiyan that he had met a few days ago. Just WONDERFUL. More people who have come to watch me. As he said the word mate, the crying started once again. The rest of the bar’s customers couldn’t help but watch with curiosity. They had always seen Saiyans as monsters, warriors with no mercy or remorse, yet this one was crying, and showing sadness. A few decided that it was wise to leave, and quickly exited the premises.
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Post by Arias on Apr 5, 2016 2:51:26 GMT
Arias had finally gotten a telepathic message through, connecting to what she hoped to be Daika. She sent the telepathic message, with every fiber of her mind, praying that the telepathy she had learned worked, praying that it was Daika who would get the message. If it were to land in Celmaru's head, which it did, things would be a little bit awkward.
Daika, Daika please get ahold of yourself! What are you DOIING!?! I can sense your behavior all the way from Vegeta, the bond we have lets me do it. I know this is a one-way message, and I'm probably crazy for butting in now, BUT GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF! WHERE IS THE DAIKA I KNOW AND LOVE?! I leave to do a few things and you end up drinking yourself away? We can't get drunk easily you know, hell, I don't even drink! When I get back, I am going to slap some sense into you. You shouldn't be going off and drinking, I'M GOING ROUGE FOR A REASON, PUTTING MY LIFE ON THE LINE JUST SO I CAN START OVER FRESH ON EARTH WITH YOU. DON'T GO DRINKING YOURSELF AWAY LIKE THIS. You better hide by the time I get back, you won't like what I have in store. I went to do some training with some others, hell, and when I'm done with that I'm going to come back there and you will regret it I swear to Zucceta you better make sure Celmaru's nearby, I am furious with you.
At this point, her telepathic connection fazed out and was lost.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 6, 2016 1:25:55 GMT
Daika was crying a surprising amount for a Saiyan warrior. The hybrid met his as he began to bawl about how Arias left him and the planet itself. The hybrid's pupils dilated partially upon hearing this, however it didn't truly alarm him; as the Saiyan began stumbling about, tripping and frantically grasping his chair. Celmaru's hand was outstretched towards Daika for a brief moment, receding as he secured his chair within his palms. The hybrid huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Phae spoke up. " I'm sure Arias wouldn't leave without a reason, Daika. Please believe her with her reasons, as she surely has that much." " Exactly, and besides that, sometimes those that you care about must appear and disappear without your acknowledgement to secure those that they care about....its possible that Arias may have left to keep you away from the dangers she's involved herself with." The seaweed woman deftly floated out of her seat, placing her hands upon Daika's shoulders to steady his footing, if at all. Phae had ensured the Saiyan's footing by the time Riku had appeared; another Saiyan. This warrior wore an near-outlandish sort of armor; pitch black, darker than any sort of Saiyan armor the hybrid has ever seen. The Saiyan warrior Riku made a seemingly hospitable first impression, however his appearance made him seem rather....edgy. Celmaru kept his guard up as Riku spoke, asking politely for their names. " Er....my name is Celmaru Waterfield, and the one holding Daika so he won't stumble over and pass out is Phae Waterfield, my wife. I must apologize, however this isn't the best time for introductions."However, as the hybrid finished speaking, a telepathic message penetrated the hybrid's skull, with a familiar Saiyan woman shrieking at him. The hybrid flinched as Arias yelled at him mentally, forcing a vein to sprout atop the hybrid's forehead as she called him Daika- '...Oh wait.'Phae, always keeping tabs upon her husband's thoughts, noticed this swiftly, including the Saiyan to their mental link as Arias continued her mental cries of irritation. They both hoped to ignore the pregnant Saiyan's cries if possible, however they were unable to figuratively yank the cord from their "conversation" between the Saiyan. Thankfully, her irritated screams soon faded, unfortunately leaving the hybrid with a headache. The nearby Humans, whether they began to leave or not, remained staring at the four of them. The hybrid shook his head as he awaited the Saiyan's response, this conflict seemingly ending....sort of. Celmaru folded his arms as Phae disconnected Daika from their mental link, allowing the Saiyan warrior to be alone with his thoughts. The hybrid shifted his gaze towards Riku, unsure of what to do with Daika after that mental mess. " So...er...what might your name be? I do realize, and mentioned myself....that...er...this wasn't the best time, however I believe that Daika here might be a bit preoccupied mentally for now." The hybrid hastily analyzed the other Saiyan warrior once more, judging his Ki and his armor. Approximately thirty thousand, possibly has weights on, strangely dark hair, can potentially have many plots to enact. Celmaru awaited responses from both Saiyan males at this point, subtly fearing the worst for Daika from Arias if she immediately got to him. The hybrid hoped that the albino Saiyan could survive that onslaught.
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Post by Riku on Apr 7, 2016 0:43:23 GMT
Riku eyed Daika as he began to stumble, nearly falling from his chair. Of course this is what happens when you get full blown drunk, but for a saiyan that would be rather hard. However, Daika was drinking like a champ, sadly he was now completely wasted probably. His gaze shifting towards the plant lady and the man, he listened to them speak. He kept eyeing the woman, wondering why she looked so...strange. However, Daika began bawling, shouting how "she" was gone. By she, Riku assumed Arias, Daika's mate. The lady held Daika, making sure he wouldn't fall out of his chair now. The man began to speak, introducing himself as Celmaru Waterfield. A human? Saiyans didn't really get last names...but this one looked like one, nonetheless. The lady, apparently his wife, was named Phae Waterfield. The saiyan nodded, "A pleasure, Mr and Mrs. Waterfield."
Suddenly, Riku began to sense something nearby with his telepathy. He glanced around, then shifted his eyes towards Celmaru, attempting to reach his mind. Faintly, Riku intercepted a telepathic message, but only heard a bit of buffered speech. The only word he could clearly make out was "Daika". Assuming it was Arias, Riku snapped back to reality, hearing Celmaru ask his identity. "Riku, the name is Riku. Good to meet you. May I ask however... Did you just recieve a message from someone...telepathically?" Of course asking that would make him look sketchy, but he would just tell them he's adept at using telepathy. Remembering his curiosity, the saiyan procceeded to ask a question.
"If you don't mind me asking, Celmaru. Are you a saiyan, perhaps? Oh...and is your wife...human? Forgive me for asking, but she just seems...strange."
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Post by Daika on Apr 8, 2016 9:45:01 GMT
Both Phae and Celmaru’s concerns were good to hear, however they failed to get through his current impaired mental state. Self-derogatory thoughts flowed through his head, did she leave him because he was not good enough? Was it because of his lack of strength, when compared to others? Why did she leave? He was struggling to think of a legitimate answer to this question, however he decided that it had something to do with his strength. He had never won a single fight ever since he arrived on this rock, and it was likely that because of this weakness, she left him to go find someone who was stronger.
He didn’t seem to notice Phae as she came over to keep him steady, as he was deep in thought, however he had now found the answer to his question. She had been over double his strength, why would she stick around with a weakling like him, when there were probably much stronger Saiyan males available? Suddenly, his mind was blasted by several telepathic screams. Apart from Phae’s earlier telepathic communication, he had never been talked to via the mind power before, let alone screamed at. It was not a pleasant experience, and once he figured out it was Arias who was screaming at him, it only seemed to make the situation worse. As the mental link was disconnected, the Saiyan suddenly yanked himself out of the Kitsune’s grip, stumbling past the bars fellow patrons and out a side door, that lead into an alleyway on the left side of the bar.
As he somewhat clumsily made his way out the door, he only managed to take a few more steps until he collapsed to the ground, on his knees. In his mind, he thought, believed that his lack of strength was the reason to why she left him. He had loved her, only for her to throw it back into his face, and leave with everything he had. The Saiyan let out a scream of rage, throwing up his fists before bringing them back down on the ground, small craters forming from the impacts. The ground beneath him began to crack, but he did not stop. Again, and again his fists raised up and slammed into the ground. “Why!? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO WEAK!” His rage filled him. He continued to slam his fists on the ground until fresh tears began to stream down his face. He stopped his relentless assault on the pavement and turned his face upwards towards the sky.
Through his foggy mind, a single idea began to form. Arias might have left him because he was weak, but he did not have to stay weak. No, he decided that no longer would he be forced to be thrown around like some dog’s chew toy. No longer would he keep losing every single fight he was forced to be a part of. I… Will become… A Super Saiyan. I don’t care about the consequences. If I stay a… a weakling, things will never get better. His hands closed into tight fists, as he swore that from today, he would not rest until he was strong enough to protect others from harm. For far too long, he had to be the one who needed protection by someone who was stronger.
Enough, was enough.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 9, 2016 21:59:21 GMT
" Ah! Daika, please stay still, your balance is severely impaired!" The seaweed woman advised the Sayian to stay still, however his intoxicated mind apparently didn't bother with registering her voice. Daika began to stumble about, tripping over others as he found his way to the door and only visible exit. The hybrid closed his eyes, sighing with a hint of frustration. Shifting his gaze towards Riku, his eyes opening swiftly, the hybrid mentioned his name before taking a brisk stride after his Saiyan comrade. " Yes, I did receive a telepathic message, and yes, I am a Saiyan...yet at the same time I'm completely different. My wife, on the other hand, is a more complicated case....regardless, its nice to meet you Riku, despite the....unsavory circumstances. On another note, might we follow our intoxicated friend...so he simply doesn't take his own life within his drunken stupor?" " Celmaru, he's already reached the door!" The wooden doors of the establishment were opened unsteadily, swing about a certain Saiyan as he stumbled around the walls of the bar before falling over in a nearby alleyway. It was a sorry sight to behold; for such a prideful Saiyan warrior in a broken state such as this. Celmaru appeared behind the Saiyan as he began to pound away at the odd mix of asphalt and cement, forming small craters as he pounded away and screamed like his mate. The hybrid folded his arms, a disappointed expression upon his facial features. " If you believe yourself to be so weak, then why aren't you doing something about it?" Phae appeared before Daika, a concerned expression upon her own facial features. A tiny frown tainted her physical complexion, and she placed a hand upon Daika's own, hoping to cease his bombardment against the earthen material. " Listen to my husband, he can help you." " ...You're afraid....you're afraid that you'll never be useful because of your weakness. Your weakness, the thorn in your side, will eventually become the greatest strength in you Daika....you have to realize this before you lose everything, even past Arias. But, while you spent all this time bitching and moaning about your 'weakness', you failed to realize that you can combat the majority of those on Earth! You're stronger than most Saiyan soldiers!....Stronger than an entire legion of Human troops! You only want to keep up with Arias....but don't you realize that she didn't care?! Maybe you're too pathetically drunk to notice, but I wasn't born so mighty and powerful! I was born with a power measure of eleven! ELEVEN! Do you know what I did? I worked for my own power, meanwhile you just bitch about it while your mate trains her ass off every, single, day!" The hybrid pulled back Daika by the armor, raising his intoxicated body with one hand. Phae had retracted her hand, standing beside her husband within the thin alley. The hybrid grit his teeth, preparing to show Daika what he was working for. " ....Do I need to remind you why I'm training you? I would hope not, because you know what happens when I transform." Celmaru spun the Saiyan around, still lifting him above the compacted man-made material via his armor. Riku was able to intervene, however its not guaranteed that he'd be able to do much.
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Post by Riku on Apr 12, 2016 2:44:22 GMT
The saiyan watched the disater unfold, Daika had been occupied with the telepathic message and now he was done hearing it. As the Albino yanked his way free from the grasp of Phae, he waltzed out of the door, unssteadily. Riku puckered his lips in a surprised and childish way, something about this was amusing, but completely sad at the same time. He glanced ay Celmaru, nodding as he proposed to follow their drunken friend. Yet, something quite odd struck Riku. Celmaru stated how he was a saiyan, but was also completely different. Riku followed behind him, inspecting him in all aspects. He could be a hybrid, that would make sense with what he said. As the two saiyans and the Kitsune reached Daika, who had began slamming his fists on the ground, Celmaru approached the Albino. The saiyan in black listened quietly as Celmaru began to give off a speech to the wasted saiyan, as if it would do any good. Suddenly, Celmaru grabbed the white haired saiyan, staring him straight in the eye. He proceeded to say that he shouldn't need to remind Daika of why he was training him, and then said something about a transformation. Riku's eyebrow arched, curiousity getting the best of him. Transformation...? Saiyan...? Could this guy really be...a super saiyan?Riku suddenly remembered what was actually going on and stepped forward. If Celmaru really could become a super saiyan it would be best to refrain from saying anything idiotic or crude. The saiyan in black simply stepped closer to the two. "Now, now, no need to get all puffed up. Daika just needs some time to get attuned to this, she must have had a reason, so there's no need to worry. I would assume she stated she loved you or that she would return maybe? If so, you just simply wait, or go after her, I dunno. As for strength... From what I can decode here, Celmaru you can go super saiyan? Is that your 'transformation'? If so...I'd like to see it, if you wouldn't mind showing me. I understand if this isn't the right time, but hell, something needs to happen tonight."The saiyan chugged the last of his martini, which he simply walked out of the bar with. He placed the glass softly on the ground as he shook his head. Alcohol was not his thing, but a martini was always good.
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Post by Daika on Apr 12, 2016 9:16:01 GMT
"If you believe yourself to be so weak, then why aren't you doing something about it?"
This question seemed to break through the alcohol intoxication that clouded his mind. In-fact, his Saiyan physiology seemed to be now managing to clear it away, because now he was away from the bottle. However, the Saiyan went from a crying wreck to very, very angry monkey at Celmaru’s words. Red bio-electricity began to flash every few moments around his body. “I tried, Celmaru. I have tried, and tried AND TRIED! And it never works! Every moment I had, I tried to surpass her. Whenever she was asleep, I trained. Whenever she was awake, I trained. Whenever I had to bring her almost-dead body back home almost every time she tried to fight someone, and I had to care for her and wait until she had recovered, I trained. BUT SHE ALWAYS SOMEHOW GETS AHEAD OF ME AGAIN! What point is there in having a husband that can’t protect you when you keep putting yourself on the brink of death every other week?” He acknowledged Phae’s hand on his own, briefly looking up and smiling before Celmaru began his speech once more. His next words didn’t serve much more than to throw more fuel on the already burning fire. If there was one thing you don’t tell an already angry Saiyan, it was that they were weak and afraid. “If there was a single thing I would be afraid about, it would be if Arias died, along with the children. Although thanks to being weak, it seems I already took care of that. And didn’t you hear me earlier, Celmaru? I ALREADY HAVE NOTHING! SHE TOOK EVERYTHING THAT MATTERED TO ME! I have almost gotten myself killed MULTIPLE TIMES TRYING TO GET STRONGER! Hell, even some 90-year-old guy was tougher than I was, DO YOU KNOW HOW WORTHLESS THAT MAKES ME FEEL?! AND WHO THE HELL CARES IF I’M STRONGER THAN SOME WORTHLESS TRASH, ANYONE CAN BEAT A LEGION OF HUMAN TROOPS WITHOUT EVEN TRYING! And if you’re really going to think some sob-story about “I wasn’t strong when I was a child” is going to work, your wrong. I have heard it all before. I wasn’t strong either, y’know. Wanna know how I know? Because of what the SSE does to all the “Weaklings”; they load them up in attack pods and ship them off to attack random places “FOR THE EMPIRE”, and leave them there to commit acts of genocide against billions of sentient creatures! I bathed in the blood of an entire race of innocent lives because it’s what I, along with every damn Saiyan that exists was forced to do! And that’s only when they are just still children! And your dead wrong about that, Celmaru. I have been the one training my ass off, while she sits in the shade and HAS A DAMNED NAP!”
He was about to continue, but the Hybrid suddenly grabbed his armor and lifted Daika off the ground. This time, he decided to try and remind the Saiyan about why he was training the Albino. “Yeah, great job with the training, by the way. Is that the reason why you haven’t bothered to even start it? It’s been almost three weeks Cel, and I hardly think you, of all people, would be able to lose track of time that easily.” The Hybrid then decided it would be great to spin the intoxicated Saiyan around, which proved to be a ghastly mistake. As soon as the spinning stopped, almost as if on-cue, the Saiyan’s mouth begin to fill up with bile. With a sickening hurl, the vomit splattered to the ground below him, just missing the Hybrid and Daika. The spinning had distracted the Saiyan from Riku’s comments, but as soon as he asked Celmaru to turn Super Saiyan, the Albino’s face suddenly turned pale as the color began to drain out of his face. The warriors eyes suddenly widened in fear. He suddenly scrambled out of the Hybrids grip and leaped behind a large, metal dumpster, cowering behind it. He remembered the first time Celmaru turned Super Saiyan, and one time was enough for that. Riku could go get his ass handed to him all he liked, but Daika wanted to actually start winning fights from now on.
Celmaru Waterfield
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 14, 2016 4:26:16 GMT
The hybrid pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, listening to Daika as he screamed about training near indefinitely, forcing himself to the limit and beyond each day, yet Arias forever surpassed him despite his efforts. Celmaru sighed, knowing full well that Daika could do more if he applied himself more, achieving levels beyond Arias if possible. However, before being able to speak once more, Riku intervened, wondering if he could witness the Super Saiyan transformation that Celmaru supposedly possessed. The hybrid gave the Saiyan in Black an expression of reluctance and seemingly appeared apologetic for a moment; as Riku knew nothing of how Celmaru acted when within the state of the Golden Warrior of legend. As Daika proceeded to vomit his insides nearby, the hybrid spoke to Riku flatly. " ....I refuse. I'm not using until I master it, I had promised both my wife and my mentor Walker that. I apologize truthfully, however I can't allow my actions as Super Saiyan see the light of day unless its truly within my control." The hybrid's ire was immediately piqued when Daika mentioned his lack of training, however Celmaru had a not-so-brief and simple answer. " I don't want a repeated incident of last time we ever bothered to spar together, Daika. I wanted for you to become stronger before I could attempt to train you. Regardless, you're already training; facing stronger opponents, combating hardships, etcetera. Not everything in our type of physical combat is all about strength.....you have to have an iron will, a sharpened wit, a truly defensible mind. This sort of mental stress may be tiring and unpleasant, but you're growing more powerful in a different way. This is how you will truly become stronger than Arias; by developing a tactical mind that will act to your advantage, be able to defend itself against mental offensives, and you'll be able to withstand anything despite your physical flaws. My physical training, however, can be brutal, I'm simply allowing you time to prepare yourself mentally via subtle mental training before I may end up breaking you physically.....do you understand?....Or are you too intoxicated to really comprehend my words anymore?" The hybrid realized that Daika wasn't within his grasp anymore, and sensed the albino Saiyan's Ki behind a dumpster. " You know, I'm acting like a hardass because I know you and Arias have dealt with a whole lot worse! Was I incorrect with my judgment? I had assumed that you were a bit more hardy than that, as Arias was."
Celmaru folded his arms across his chest, his Potential beginning to accumulate within him. The hybrid's brows began to furrow as a bright, pearly white aura ignited from within the hybrid, the cement and asphalt bursting slightly under the pressure of the Ki exploding atop it. Celmaru's aura rippled fiercely, dust and tiny pebbles of debris flying away from the immense power. The dumpster Daika hid behind began to rattle and shake with an obnoxious rumbling. A vein sprouted atop the hybrid's left temple as he shouted at the Saiyan, his ire reaching its peak from his clouded mind, due to recent events. " Do you want to win a fight for once?! Then COME AT ME THEN, YOU INTOXICATED FOOL! HIT ME!" Unfortunately, Celmaru had misjudged his power enhancement, his weights still a burden to him. The hybrid didn't expect Daika to do much, given his drunken stupor he appeared to still be in, however he was hopeful. Phae, meanwhile, shook her head, disappointed with her husband's antics, softly pushed Riku away from the wreckage that may very well appear soon. " Please, Riku, allow yourself to take your leave for now, whilst you can. I will survey the damage from a safe distance....there isn't any guarantee that my husband will transform past his Trained Potential, and by then.....well....we mustn't think of such things until they appear." " Come on Daika! I dare you to hit me, COME ON! ARE YOU TOO DRUNK TO FIGHT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A SAIYAN WARRIOR!"
These mere taunts were simply used to do the very same intended action for Daika alone. If Riku were to interfere, there will be ceased sparring match, however the hybrid's ire has flared up from Daika's stubborn pessimism; which is incredibly ironic considering Celmaru's past. Several passerby began to murmur nearby, wondering if two drunken men were about to brawl....they were somewhat correct, however only one of them was drunk at the moment. The hybrid had gone from hoping to assist Daika to something akin to a Saiyan's method of getting through to someone; via brutal physical combat. ' ......Super Saiyan has changed you, husband. I hoped that my influence would've changed you, yet something has appeared that had seemingly shortened your temper, and reset something within you...I must apologize for not being as diligent as I should've been...regardless....I hope you shall master your affecting force soon....or else I may very well lose the man I married.' ' Heheh....' ' Eh?' ' Phae, I'm just taunting Daika....he needs to be taught a lesson!' ' ...But must you resort to such violent means?' ' Some Saiyans never learn through words alone.'
Trained Potential activated! PL is now: 182,700! Riku |
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Post by Riku on Apr 17, 2016 4:23:54 GMT
Riku stared between the two men who were now locked in a battle of words. Daika began to scream at Celmaru for his lack of mentoring, and Celmaru yelled at Daika for being such a weak fool. The saiyan in black stood near Phae, who had been watching everything unfold. Riku was surprised actually, that for two saiyans they hadn't begun blowing shit up still. Celmaru refused to transform into his super saiyan state, due to a promise to himself and others. It seemed he didn't have the right control over his awakened state, and needed time to be able to unleash it confidently. Riku nodded, accepting his reasons to refuse. However, as Celmaru came closer to Daika, who was cowarding around, the man began to grow angry, a vein sprouting on his head.
The saiyan in black whistled as Celmaru's aura flared menacingly. His power shot up to almost two hundred thousand, an astonishing amount. It seemed as though this wasn't the doing of his super saiyan transformation however. A crowd began to form near the alleyway, and murmur began amongst them. Riku shooed them away and closed in on the two men.
"If you two are gonna fight, do you mind taking it somewhere...more desolate?"
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Post by Daika on Apr 17, 2016 9:19:09 GMT
The Albino was far too busy trying to deal with emotions and thoughts that he had sealed away long ago, but had now been set free by his previous violent outburst. It had been exactly 20 years since then, and yet, he could still remember every last, gruesome detail. The murders of countless innocent lives, the screams of dying mothers and children, and the bodies of crushed families littering the ground around his feet. The normally proud and calm Saiyan had been reduced to a wreck behind the dumpster, as he was forced to relive every moment that would normally turn a Saiyan child into a mass-murdering psychopath. He relived every scream, every yell of pain and anguish. It was a sorry sight, watching a member of such a proud race being reduced to such a sorry state. Some in the galaxy still refused to believe that mere children could become such monsters, that four-year old's could bring entire civilizations to extinction. Such things are the stuff of myths and legends, and many in the galaxy wish that this was true. Sadly, this is not the case. The time Saiyan children spend murdering millions on a particular planet is used to mold them into brutal and efficient warriors, who stop at nothing to kill any who stand in their way. Daika himself had almost been tipped down this path, but he had been saved from this fate, be it by sheer luck or some other means. He continued to dwell on the subject until Celmaru thought it was a good idea to antagonize the already emotionally unstable Saiyan once again. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A SAIYAN WARRIOR!"
These words sliced through the Saiyan’s thoughts like a knife through hot butter. And they made him angry. With a roar, the Saiyan’s aura exploded around him, sending the dumpster flying away, along with much of the ground surrounding him and part of the nearby wall. He was seething in anger, his veins popping out much like the Hybrids on top of his head. HOW DARE HE COMPARE MYSELF TO SUCH OVER-GLORIFIED BEASTS! He bared his teeth, and it looked as if he had no self-control. It was as if that Celmaru had finally pushed him over the edge. His Power-level began to fluctuate wildly, rapidly rising and falling as his rage continuously increased, and if someone was watching closely, they would have noticed the tiniest flash of gold in his hair. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT A SAIYAN WARRIOR TRULY IS, HYBRID?!” He started. “THEY ARE NOTHING BUT MURDERERS! EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM HAS THE BLOOD OF ENTIRE CIVILIZATIONS UPON THEIR HANDS! WHERE IS THE PRIDE, THE HONOR IN ENDING THE LIVES OF MILLIONS OF INNOCENT PEOPLE?! PEOPLE, WHO CANNOT EVEN DEFEND THEMSELVES? YOU NEVER GOT TO EXPERIENCE ANY OF THAT BECAUSE OF YOUR CUSHY LITTLE LIFE HERE ON EARTH. TELL ME, WHERE IS THE GREATNESS IN ALL OF THAT DEATH, CELMARU? DON’T YOU COMPARE ME TO ONE OF THOSE MONSTERS EVER AGAIN!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!!!”
With that, the Saiyan suddenly surged forwards towards the Hybrid, one of his fists drawn back as he prepared to throw a punch straight into his chest. He didn’t care if his power was far superior to his own, the Saiyan had triggered Daika’s fiery rage, and he wanted to teach this troublesome Hybrid a lesson.
Daika decides to be brutally honest on what Saiyan's really are. Celmaru Waterfield |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 23, 2016 7:14:06 GMT
" Daika....Saiyan warriors are known to be powerful and experienced. I will never, as long as I may live, ever admit that Saiyans are innocent, honorable, nor worthy of their pride. You're making brash assumptions via my own selfish taunts, but it seems that you've temporarily forgotten of your disloyal mate, congratulations." The hybrid's tone was flat, insensitive, even bored. Celmaru had several issues of his own, however he was more comfortable diffusing his comrade's own, rather than concluding upon a solution to his own. The hybrid stood upright, resting his arms at their respective sides as Daika spoke, ire emanating from each individual fiber in his being, exploding from every pore. For a mere moment, the hybrid formulated upon a simple attack pattern, however Daika had already taken action against him. A fist was firmly planted between his pectoral muscles, however not a single impact was created; Celmaru stood there, unaffected. Slowly adjusting his gaze, the hybrid stared into the irises of the enraged Saiyan warrior, furrowed brows and a discontent expression upon his facial features. " My apologies....was I supposed to feel something?" Despite Celmaru's unbearably rude remark, he smiled towards Daika brightly....for a mere moment. A sudden influx of wind had surrounded the hybrid's fist, the mitt being guided promptly betwixt the Saiyan's stomach and liver. The hybrid shifted a mere inch to ensure his palm was to connect with his "pupil", the warrior's fist barely moving away from the surface of his pectoral muscles. Despite the immense escalation of the situation, Celmaru took the time to note the briefest possible flicker of gold within the albino Saiyan's locks, realizing the potential of Super Saiyan within this one. " I'm sorry....you'll probably wake up sober....if you ever do by the time I relocate you." " ...." " Riku, I apologize for acting rude and potentially endangering you, however this was...potentially necessary." Regardless of Daika's consciousness, the hybrid would promptly place the Saiyan atop his forearm, slinging him over it like a towel. Phae floated over towards her husband, worried over the condition of the two warriors. The seaweed woman surveyed the bodily figure of Celmaru prior to Daika, simply so because of overwhelming worry for her dearly beloved husband. The hybrid chuckled, clasping his hands around the Saiyan to ensure that he was within his grasp. " Phae, don't worry...we didn't truly battle against each other." " I don't care, husband....I want to make sure you're alright..." " ...Heh....we're fine. In any regard....Riku!" The hybrid called towards the Saiyan in black, waving to him stiffly. " I apologize for the commotion Daika and I must have caused, I do hope this doesn't prevent us from communicating. As of now, however, we must take this intoxicated Saiyan elsewhere." Turning away from the murmuring crowd and the Saiyan clad in black, the hybrid's aura flared to life, flickering about his frame softly. The seaweed woman floated above the earthen material, resting upon her husband's back once more. Phae assisted the hybrid in securing the Saiyan Daika in the time it took for the hybrid to begin taking off, ascending above the Earth's surface. Celmaru held Daika nearby, shifting himself towards Riku along with Daika's possibly limp figure towards his chest, bearing the weight of the Saiyan with each arm. The hybrid guided his hands towards his right side, handling his Saiyan comrade akin to a two-by-four. " I must apologize once more, Riku, however, we must say farewell!" " We hope to see you soon, Riku!" The couple, with the Saiyan in tow, shot off towards the outskirts of the city, their trail of Ki fading as they went. Phae didn't bother intruding upon her husband's flight this time, as they had cargo along with them. Hopefully their first training session wouldn't end in disaster for the two Saiyans, if it were to escalate to that point.
Attempted Thread Exit; 182,700 unweighted PL (approximate), with Heavy Weights. I shall request PL, please. I hope you enjoyed, now its your turn Riku! |
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