Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2014 1:56:18 GMT
“FREAK!” Among the saiyan race that one word was most likely used to describe Athren. He was different, he was an outsider. It was his looks that set him apart from the others. His beautiful ocean blue eyes and his grey tail were more than enough to draw hatred from the rest of the normal looking saiyans. He had spent all his life being called that and this time he wasn’t anywhere near his planet, this time… It was in his nightmare..
Hearing that one word in his nightmare was enough to open up his currently closed ocean blue eyes. His body was currently soaked in sweat and he wasn’t sure where he was. Dried blood covered his battled body. It soaked through his torn and tattered jumpsuit and seeped through the cracks and chunks out of his armour and dried up to a crusty state. It didn’t help that the blood was on his face as well. Athren’s body was sore from head to toe. “W-where the hell am I..?” Just as he asked this an annoying red light began to flash constantly in his face and to go with that a loud beep went off with every flash. Following this a voice followed “Collision with destination in Five.. Four.. Three… Two..” In these few seconds Athren’s eyes went wide as he braced himself for a collision, it went from dark to flying through clouds. His ship got swallowed by flames as he breached the atmosphere of the Earth and before he knew it his ship collided with the soft desert sand and sent a cloud of dust surrounding the creator he had just formed. The shock from the landing creeped up his body as he tightened his muscles and let out a grunt from the slight pain. As quickly as he could he slammed his fist down on the hatch release and opened it up. As the light shined brightly in he lifted his left hand to cover up his eyes. He managed to step a foot outside the ship and look around.. He took three more steps and planted his feet on the hot sand. “What the hell is this place..? How the hell did I get here..?” He asked another question before he toppled to the ground due to his injuries, from there… the young warrior blacked out..
As clear as it could the sun rose up and shined brightly through Athren’s window. Opening his eyes he sat up in his bed and looked around his small military dorm room. He slid his legs to the side and let them lower until both of his feet firmly hit the ground. Slowly the young saiyan stood up and walked over to his chin up bar. It was his morning routine that he stretched and worked out for about an hour after he woke up. Slowly he began to rotate his left arm around in circles and his right hand found its place on his left shoulder. He twirled it around slowly twenty five times before repeating the same steps on his right arm. After both arms were done he stretched his legs out before reaching up and gripping the metal bar he had set up firmly. His grip was firm as he used the muscles in his arm to pull himself up and lift his chin over the bar, he then continued to go higher until the bar would be even with his upper chest area. ~One~ He’d count in his head as he slowly lowered himself down only to repeat his first action. ~ Two~ was his second count. After a couple of minutes went by he found himself counting ~ One hundred~ in his head it was time for him to let go and do something else. Finally letting go Athren’s feet firmly hit the floor. He walked over to his jumpsuit and put it on and that was followed by his dark blue and grey chest armour that he always wore. Once fully changed Athren exited his room and made his way to the wastelands where he could work on improving some of his Ki techniques without being bothered. Using his Ki he lifted himself off the ground and blasted off to the west, the direction of the wastelands of his homeland. After a few minutes of flight he arrived at his destination and landed but little did he know that he would have been followed by three saiyan males whom were all in Athren’s ballpark in power level. They landed shortly after Athren did and circled around him, it was a damn shame too. He didn’t even get a chance to work on his technique.
“What the hell do you three clowns want?” Athren asked them as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at them one by one. They were all fully armoured, ages ranging between twenty to forty. Armoured coloured differently with different styles. He’s seen all three of them around but couldn’t remember their names, that’s assuming he even learned the names of these clowns.
“Aye, Who ya callin’ clowns ya freak!? We don’t like ya. You ain’t no saiyan ya blue eyed baffon.” Was the loud response Athren had got from the largest one from the group. He didn’t look too intelligent and it appeared that he fit the big dumb muscle guy stereotype.
Athren stared coldly into the saiyan’s eyes and responded in a tone of confidence. “So, You’re here to beat me up because I’m different?” Athren took a pause to think about this. “ I think you should have brought some more friends with you, cause clearly you’re scared that you can’t do it alone.”
“AYE! What did you just say?! I’ll show ya! Boys stand back an let me deal with this freak!” The other two simply nodded their heads as the big saiyan stepped forward and took a fighting stance. “I’ll make you wish you were never born!”
Athren stood there solid with his crossed arms. He didn’t move anything other than his head to give it a shake. “You’re sure you want to embarrass yourself?”
“WHY YOU LITTLE!” In a rage he blindly dashed at Athren. “I’m going to break you like a twig!” He cocked his right fist back as he was ready to launch it Athren.
“Fine then, Have it your way.” With a smirk Athren lifted his left hand at the now launched fist. He gripped it firmly and guided it to his left as he pivoted his body to the right. With his right hand he brought it up and slammed it against the attackers forearm. With a loud grunt the saiyan expressed the pain he received from the fist on his face. Athren then followed this up by tossing the saiyan as far as he could. With a slam the saiyan hit the ground, slid and kicked up some dust that blew away in the wind.
“You know something? I think I’ll call you Big Dumb. Your two buddies over there can be called Slim.. and Buzzcut.” If Athren would have big looking he would have been able to see the anger and annoyance on their face but at this point it wouldn’t have been anything of importance. He was focused on Big dumb at the moment, that was his opponent and his only target. “Get up already. Thought we were fighting?”
“ You little..” With a grunt he pushed himself up off the ground and got to his feet, he once again dashed at Athren this time unloading a barrage of punches and kicks at him.
Athren then found himself ducking, side stepping and crouching under the barrage of hits, not only that but he found himself catch, blocking and redirecting hits to avoid contact with his flesh.
Big dumb then decided to cock a right fist back and launch it at Athren with everything he had. Athren then used the afterimage technique and got around the saiyan whos real name was in fact Celric to get back to back with him.
Celric’s eyes went wide as his fist launched right through the false image of Athren. “How are you that fast!? It’s impossible!” His face was getting extremely red at this point and his frustration and anger were completely at its limits.
“Ah, You know. I’m just better than you.” Athren smirked and took a short pause, his back firmly against Celric’s. “ But, I’m going to stop toying around now. I’ve got things to do. So, I think I’ll just put this to an end.” With this, Athren executed a perfect back flip and brought his right knee down into the skull of Celric. Athren then extended his right hand as Celric slid across the dirt once again and wrapped his left hand around his right wrist. Energy began to charge at the base of his palm. “ You’re kind of lame, And you call yourself a real saiyan? I think I’ll just hav---“ Athren then got interrupted. Both of his arms got gripped firmly and pulled back. Before he even had time to react he as hunched over with a big lump of blood being spit out of his mouth. Brahma and Zaleio had both planted their knee’s into Athren’s stomach. He tried to move his arms but at this point they both had too tight of grip on both of them. “Three ag—“ With another small cough of blood Athren somehow managed to finish his sentence. “Against one.. Ha. Only way’s you could pull this off.”
“Our names are Brahma and Zaleio!” After they said this, Both of them cocked back a fist and collided them both into Athren’s face.
His head knocking back he straightened it up. He wasn’t going to go down as easily as they hoped. He forced his head at Brahma’s until it made contact. Brahma took a step back with both hands over his face. “Bastard!” Athren had clipped him in the nose and broke it with just that one hit. Due to this, Brahma had released Athren’s right hand. The second it was free Athren swung it at Zaleio and collided it with his cheek and knocking him to the flattest part of his ass. Athren then opened his right hand and pointed the palm down at Zaleio. He intended to fire off a kiblast but that was interrupted as well. Athren felt a sharp pain in his neck and before he knew it he was flying right for a rock cut of the wasteland they were in. Celric had managed to land a solid kick to Athren.
Athren used his ki to catch himself midair and fly up into the sky where he was better at fighting. ~ Now maybe I can make this go my way.~
Athren slowly observed the situation. All three of the saiyan warriors were getting up, recovering and gathering together. Clearly they were going to try and take him down all at once. That was the advantage of numbers. They could charge at Athren and just overwhelm him with attacks. So naturally that is what he was expecting.
Watching them he prepared scenario’s in his head. What if type ones. Unfortunately they didn’t give him that much time to do so. The flew up at him swiftly in a single line formation. Celric lead and had his right fist cocked back and ready to fly at Athren.
~ I got this~ Athren thought as the fist got launched towards him. Athren’s plan was quite a simple one. He hoped to grab the wrist of Celric and whip him around and collide him with the other two saiyans that had followed him. Unfortunately it didn’t go anything like that. As Athren’s hand was about to make contact with Celric’s… Celric had vanished into thin air. ~Damn it.~ The two saiyans that followed Celric were now side by side and about to land an attack. Since Athren’s hand positioning was off to defend from Celric he would have been wide open for the attack. ~ DAMN IT~ At this point he knew he was in for a few hits but he didn’t think it was going to be as bad as it was.
Celric had used the after-image technique to appear behind him and bashed his elbow into Athren’s exposed neck which caused him to be sent sailing towards the two saiyan’s that were on the incoming.
This didn’t end well. The first saiyan slammed his fist into Athren’s nose and sent Athren into a non-controllable spiral down to the ground. The second saiyan flew beside Athren and slammed his interlocked fists down against Athren’s spine and increased the speed at which he was tumbling.
With a loud thud Athren hit the hard ground of the wasteland. His body sank into it a couple feet and the dust emerged. Looking up he saw the three saiyan’s gathering in a small circle and all aiming their open hands at him.
As their hands began to glow Athren said to himself. “Oh Shit.” He quickly brought his arms and crossed them in front of his head and his upper chest. He lifted his knee’s up as well in efforts to cover everything from his stomach down.
“Wipe him out boys!” Were Celric’s few words before they launched a devastating barrage of Ki attacks down at Athren. A large portion of Athren’s surroundings got demolished due to this barrage. A handful of the blasts missed but a high percentage of them hit the mark. As more and more collided with Athren he began letting out grunts due to the pain and the pressure they were putting on him.
At this point Athren couldn’t see them and they couldn’t see him. The dust was like a solid brick wall blocking the way.
This barrage lasted about three minutes before they finally decided to stop. “Think we got him boss?” asked Brahma.
Celric smirked and replied. “None of us coulda made er through that. I’m sure we got ‘em.” Celric then lowered himself down to go inspect his target. Brahma and Zaleio both followed. As the dust cleared they saw Athren laying there limp, his armour broken and cracked, his jumpsuit tattered and torn. his body bruised and bloody. Athren’s body was limp yet he was still barely conscious.
“Pick ‘em up an follow me wll ya?” Celric then lifted off and watched as the Brahma tossed Athren over his shoulder and lifted off. All three of them then headed towards the closest docking station.
It took them a few minutes but they hand landed in front of a saiyan space pod. Coincidentally it was Athrens. Celric then popped open the hatch. “Toss ‘em in and send this thing blastin’ into space.”
Brahma then put Athren to his feet as he was about to toss him in.
Athren’s eyes then opened up or at least his left one as his right was pretty well swollen shut at this point, He weakly sent his right fist towards Brahma’s face. With the collision Brahma got sent to his arse. “T-that all you got?” Said the exhausted and defeated Athren.
Zaleio then gripped Athren’s left arm as Athren could barely put up a fight. Brahma then got to his feet and firmly gripped Athren’s right arm. Making him completely defenceless. Athren then hunched forward due to his fatigue but kept his head up and his eye on Celric.
“Ya think you’re a tough one do ya?!” Celric’s hand then lifted up as his palm was facing Athren.”Lights out ya freak.” He then fired a Kiblast point blank at Athren’s face.
Athren with no defence took the hit and got knocked unconscious. His body got blasted into his ship with a hard thud. Brahma then put his arm in the ship and hit the auto-launch button.
Once he did, the three saiyan’s closed the hatch and watched as Athren’s ship blasted off into space.
Athren’s eyes went wide open, or at least his left one did. Yet all he saw was black. “W-what the hell?” He asked himself weakly. He then pushed himself off the ground to find out that he had been lying in a desert for a few hours and the sand had covered him up lightly. He was sweaty, exhausted, beat up and thirsting for water. ~Another nightmare…. At least I know how I got here now.. Wherever here is..~
Standing up as straight as he possibly could Athren looked around. He say no signs of life and nothing but desert. Refusing to let himself die out in the heat he used some ki and slowly lifted himself off the ground and headed west to try to get himself out of this mess….
2,800 Words. O.o' and it isn't that bad!
Ignore the rust! It's been a while since I've done anything like this. Gotta grind it off with some practice!
Hearing that one word in his nightmare was enough to open up his currently closed ocean blue eyes. His body was currently soaked in sweat and he wasn’t sure where he was. Dried blood covered his battled body. It soaked through his torn and tattered jumpsuit and seeped through the cracks and chunks out of his armour and dried up to a crusty state. It didn’t help that the blood was on his face as well. Athren’s body was sore from head to toe. “W-where the hell am I..?” Just as he asked this an annoying red light began to flash constantly in his face and to go with that a loud beep went off with every flash. Following this a voice followed “Collision with destination in Five.. Four.. Three… Two..” In these few seconds Athren’s eyes went wide as he braced himself for a collision, it went from dark to flying through clouds. His ship got swallowed by flames as he breached the atmosphere of the Earth and before he knew it his ship collided with the soft desert sand and sent a cloud of dust surrounding the creator he had just formed. The shock from the landing creeped up his body as he tightened his muscles and let out a grunt from the slight pain. As quickly as he could he slammed his fist down on the hatch release and opened it up. As the light shined brightly in he lifted his left hand to cover up his eyes. He managed to step a foot outside the ship and look around.. He took three more steps and planted his feet on the hot sand. “What the hell is this place..? How the hell did I get here..?” He asked another question before he toppled to the ground due to his injuries, from there… the young warrior blacked out..
As clear as it could the sun rose up and shined brightly through Athren’s window. Opening his eyes he sat up in his bed and looked around his small military dorm room. He slid his legs to the side and let them lower until both of his feet firmly hit the ground. Slowly the young saiyan stood up and walked over to his chin up bar. It was his morning routine that he stretched and worked out for about an hour after he woke up. Slowly he began to rotate his left arm around in circles and his right hand found its place on his left shoulder. He twirled it around slowly twenty five times before repeating the same steps on his right arm. After both arms were done he stretched his legs out before reaching up and gripping the metal bar he had set up firmly. His grip was firm as he used the muscles in his arm to pull himself up and lift his chin over the bar, he then continued to go higher until the bar would be even with his upper chest area. ~One~ He’d count in his head as he slowly lowered himself down only to repeat his first action. ~ Two~ was his second count. After a couple of minutes went by he found himself counting ~ One hundred~ in his head it was time for him to let go and do something else. Finally letting go Athren’s feet firmly hit the floor. He walked over to his jumpsuit and put it on and that was followed by his dark blue and grey chest armour that he always wore. Once fully changed Athren exited his room and made his way to the wastelands where he could work on improving some of his Ki techniques without being bothered. Using his Ki he lifted himself off the ground and blasted off to the west, the direction of the wastelands of his homeland. After a few minutes of flight he arrived at his destination and landed but little did he know that he would have been followed by three saiyan males whom were all in Athren’s ballpark in power level. They landed shortly after Athren did and circled around him, it was a damn shame too. He didn’t even get a chance to work on his technique.
“What the hell do you three clowns want?” Athren asked them as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at them one by one. They were all fully armoured, ages ranging between twenty to forty. Armoured coloured differently with different styles. He’s seen all three of them around but couldn’t remember their names, that’s assuming he even learned the names of these clowns.
“Aye, Who ya callin’ clowns ya freak!? We don’t like ya. You ain’t no saiyan ya blue eyed baffon.” Was the loud response Athren had got from the largest one from the group. He didn’t look too intelligent and it appeared that he fit the big dumb muscle guy stereotype.
Athren stared coldly into the saiyan’s eyes and responded in a tone of confidence. “So, You’re here to beat me up because I’m different?” Athren took a pause to think about this. “ I think you should have brought some more friends with you, cause clearly you’re scared that you can’t do it alone.”
“AYE! What did you just say?! I’ll show ya! Boys stand back an let me deal with this freak!” The other two simply nodded their heads as the big saiyan stepped forward and took a fighting stance. “I’ll make you wish you were never born!”
Athren stood there solid with his crossed arms. He didn’t move anything other than his head to give it a shake. “You’re sure you want to embarrass yourself?”
“WHY YOU LITTLE!” In a rage he blindly dashed at Athren. “I’m going to break you like a twig!” He cocked his right fist back as he was ready to launch it Athren.
“Fine then, Have it your way.” With a smirk Athren lifted his left hand at the now launched fist. He gripped it firmly and guided it to his left as he pivoted his body to the right. With his right hand he brought it up and slammed it against the attackers forearm. With a loud grunt the saiyan expressed the pain he received from the fist on his face. Athren then followed this up by tossing the saiyan as far as he could. With a slam the saiyan hit the ground, slid and kicked up some dust that blew away in the wind.
“You know something? I think I’ll call you Big Dumb. Your two buddies over there can be called Slim.. and Buzzcut.” If Athren would have big looking he would have been able to see the anger and annoyance on their face but at this point it wouldn’t have been anything of importance. He was focused on Big dumb at the moment, that was his opponent and his only target. “Get up already. Thought we were fighting?”
“ You little..” With a grunt he pushed himself up off the ground and got to his feet, he once again dashed at Athren this time unloading a barrage of punches and kicks at him.
Athren then found himself ducking, side stepping and crouching under the barrage of hits, not only that but he found himself catch, blocking and redirecting hits to avoid contact with his flesh.
Big dumb then decided to cock a right fist back and launch it at Athren with everything he had. Athren then used the afterimage technique and got around the saiyan whos real name was in fact Celric to get back to back with him.
Celric’s eyes went wide as his fist launched right through the false image of Athren. “How are you that fast!? It’s impossible!” His face was getting extremely red at this point and his frustration and anger were completely at its limits.
“Ah, You know. I’m just better than you.” Athren smirked and took a short pause, his back firmly against Celric’s. “ But, I’m going to stop toying around now. I’ve got things to do. So, I think I’ll just put this to an end.” With this, Athren executed a perfect back flip and brought his right knee down into the skull of Celric. Athren then extended his right hand as Celric slid across the dirt once again and wrapped his left hand around his right wrist. Energy began to charge at the base of his palm. “ You’re kind of lame, And you call yourself a real saiyan? I think I’ll just hav---“ Athren then got interrupted. Both of his arms got gripped firmly and pulled back. Before he even had time to react he as hunched over with a big lump of blood being spit out of his mouth. Brahma and Zaleio had both planted their knee’s into Athren’s stomach. He tried to move his arms but at this point they both had too tight of grip on both of them. “Three ag—“ With another small cough of blood Athren somehow managed to finish his sentence. “Against one.. Ha. Only way’s you could pull this off.”
“Our names are Brahma and Zaleio!” After they said this, Both of them cocked back a fist and collided them both into Athren’s face.
His head knocking back he straightened it up. He wasn’t going to go down as easily as they hoped. He forced his head at Brahma’s until it made contact. Brahma took a step back with both hands over his face. “Bastard!” Athren had clipped him in the nose and broke it with just that one hit. Due to this, Brahma had released Athren’s right hand. The second it was free Athren swung it at Zaleio and collided it with his cheek and knocking him to the flattest part of his ass. Athren then opened his right hand and pointed the palm down at Zaleio. He intended to fire off a kiblast but that was interrupted as well. Athren felt a sharp pain in his neck and before he knew it he was flying right for a rock cut of the wasteland they were in. Celric had managed to land a solid kick to Athren.
Athren used his ki to catch himself midair and fly up into the sky where he was better at fighting. ~ Now maybe I can make this go my way.~
Athren slowly observed the situation. All three of the saiyan warriors were getting up, recovering and gathering together. Clearly they were going to try and take him down all at once. That was the advantage of numbers. They could charge at Athren and just overwhelm him with attacks. So naturally that is what he was expecting.
Watching them he prepared scenario’s in his head. What if type ones. Unfortunately they didn’t give him that much time to do so. The flew up at him swiftly in a single line formation. Celric lead and had his right fist cocked back and ready to fly at Athren.
~ I got this~ Athren thought as the fist got launched towards him. Athren’s plan was quite a simple one. He hoped to grab the wrist of Celric and whip him around and collide him with the other two saiyans that had followed him. Unfortunately it didn’t go anything like that. As Athren’s hand was about to make contact with Celric’s… Celric had vanished into thin air. ~Damn it.~ The two saiyans that followed Celric were now side by side and about to land an attack. Since Athren’s hand positioning was off to defend from Celric he would have been wide open for the attack. ~ DAMN IT~ At this point he knew he was in for a few hits but he didn’t think it was going to be as bad as it was.
Celric had used the after-image technique to appear behind him and bashed his elbow into Athren’s exposed neck which caused him to be sent sailing towards the two saiyan’s that were on the incoming.
This didn’t end well. The first saiyan slammed his fist into Athren’s nose and sent Athren into a non-controllable spiral down to the ground. The second saiyan flew beside Athren and slammed his interlocked fists down against Athren’s spine and increased the speed at which he was tumbling.
With a loud thud Athren hit the hard ground of the wasteland. His body sank into it a couple feet and the dust emerged. Looking up he saw the three saiyan’s gathering in a small circle and all aiming their open hands at him.
As their hands began to glow Athren said to himself. “Oh Shit.” He quickly brought his arms and crossed them in front of his head and his upper chest. He lifted his knee’s up as well in efforts to cover everything from his stomach down.
“Wipe him out boys!” Were Celric’s few words before they launched a devastating barrage of Ki attacks down at Athren. A large portion of Athren’s surroundings got demolished due to this barrage. A handful of the blasts missed but a high percentage of them hit the mark. As more and more collided with Athren he began letting out grunts due to the pain and the pressure they were putting on him.
At this point Athren couldn’t see them and they couldn’t see him. The dust was like a solid brick wall blocking the way.
This barrage lasted about three minutes before they finally decided to stop. “Think we got him boss?” asked Brahma.
Celric smirked and replied. “None of us coulda made er through that. I’m sure we got ‘em.” Celric then lowered himself down to go inspect his target. Brahma and Zaleio both followed. As the dust cleared they saw Athren laying there limp, his armour broken and cracked, his jumpsuit tattered and torn. his body bruised and bloody. Athren’s body was limp yet he was still barely conscious.
“Pick ‘em up an follow me wll ya?” Celric then lifted off and watched as the Brahma tossed Athren over his shoulder and lifted off. All three of them then headed towards the closest docking station.
It took them a few minutes but they hand landed in front of a saiyan space pod. Coincidentally it was Athrens. Celric then popped open the hatch. “Toss ‘em in and send this thing blastin’ into space.”
Brahma then put Athren to his feet as he was about to toss him in.
Athren’s eyes then opened up or at least his left one as his right was pretty well swollen shut at this point, He weakly sent his right fist towards Brahma’s face. With the collision Brahma got sent to his arse. “T-that all you got?” Said the exhausted and defeated Athren.
Zaleio then gripped Athren’s left arm as Athren could barely put up a fight. Brahma then got to his feet and firmly gripped Athren’s right arm. Making him completely defenceless. Athren then hunched forward due to his fatigue but kept his head up and his eye on Celric.
“Ya think you’re a tough one do ya?!” Celric’s hand then lifted up as his palm was facing Athren.”Lights out ya freak.” He then fired a Kiblast point blank at Athren’s face.
Athren with no defence took the hit and got knocked unconscious. His body got blasted into his ship with a hard thud. Brahma then put his arm in the ship and hit the auto-launch button.
Once he did, the three saiyan’s closed the hatch and watched as Athren’s ship blasted off into space.
Athren’s eyes went wide open, or at least his left one did. Yet all he saw was black. “W-what the hell?” He asked himself weakly. He then pushed himself off the ground to find out that he had been lying in a desert for a few hours and the sand had covered him up lightly. He was sweaty, exhausted, beat up and thirsting for water. ~Another nightmare…. At least I know how I got here now.. Wherever here is..~
Standing up as straight as he possibly could Athren looked around. He say no signs of life and nothing but desert. Refusing to let himself die out in the heat he used some ki and slowly lifted himself off the ground and headed west to try to get himself out of this mess….
2,800 Words. O.o' and it isn't that bad!
Ignore the rust! It's been a while since I've done anything like this. Gotta grind it off with some practice!