Post by Carva on Aug 8, 2016 17:47:16 GMT
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Monologue
Battle. It's a way of life for my people, and I've seen my share. I've been on hundreds of battles in my short life, but few are documented. The fact of the matter is, those who stood before me fell like trees in an Earthen forest being used for firewood. My enemies died, one by one; except one. Plato. That fool. He somehow always just narrowly escaped death's grasp at my hands. I might even call him skilled, if it weren't for the fact that I know the truth.
The day I went to Konats, under orders of General Mayze, I didn't even know that Plato had taken control of that planet. Deep down, I had other motives. Those motives were to impress my ex-fiancée by taking an entire planet righr in front of her. Little did I know, their were forces at work that would see us both die, so heh, once again; that pale faced son of a whore escaped again.
But times change. People change. My focus shifted to what it should have been all along. Hell, I've always considered myself an Elite Saiyan Warrior but the thing was, did I prove it? There comes a time in a man's life when he either puts up or he shuts up. If I wanted that woman back, I could wait until later. At this point, I have alot to prove.
The battle with whatever that thing was at that devil's pond, hell, it was just the beginning. It proved somethin' to me. I'm just as much a Saiyan as any of those purebloods runnin' around. Now it was time to make them see it.
The day I went to Konats, under orders of General Mayze, I didn't even know that Plato had taken control of that planet. Deep down, I had other motives. Those motives were to impress my ex-fiancée by taking an entire planet righr in front of her. Little did I know, their were forces at work that would see us both die, so heh, once again; that pale faced son of a whore escaped again.
But times change. People change. My focus shifted to what it should have been all along. Hell, I've always considered myself an Elite Saiyan Warrior but the thing was, did I prove it? There comes a time in a man's life when he either puts up or he shuts up. If I wanted that woman back, I could wait until later. At this point, I have alot to prove.
The battle with whatever that thing was at that devil's pond, hell, it was just the beginning. It proved somethin' to me. I'm just as much a Saiyan as any of those purebloods runnin' around. Now it was time to make them see it.
The Demon Namek
Having a capsulized house had it's advantages. Carva's house was no different. It wasn't much, mind you. Like a small one bedroom apartment, the house had a living room with a recliner, a couch, and a flatscreen tv. The kitchen was what you'd expect, an unused stove, small table with two chairs, fridge, and a sink. Linoleum floors, everything perfectly cleaned.
Carva currently stood in the bathroom though amongst all the steam and the smell of bath soap. He looked into the mirror above the sink, a needle in hand, threaded with surgical thread. He didn't flinch as he pierced the already cut skin on his cheek, slowly sewing the wound from his previous battle up. Pain was such a temporary thing, bur pride was eternal. He'd already repaired the wound in his chest, and wrapped his bruised ribs tightly with white medical tape.
The Saiyan finished sewing the would close, taking a small set of surgical scissors in his hand. Cutting the thread, the scissors hit the sink with a small clink sound. The warrior calmly put away his medical supplies, opening the mirror behind the sink and replacing the kit. He closed the door to the window and turned to his shimmering black breastplate, slipping it on.
I'm proud. I won that battle, but it's not about that. More so that I didn't let my emotions distract me. Maybe somewhere deep inside, I still love that woman. But I can't let that hinder me from my goal. I must stay strong, become stronger. Better. The warrior thought, now stepping outside of his house, throwing down a capsule and capsulizing the house in a puff of smoke.
Now was not the time to sit and lick one's wounds. No. Now was the time to continue training, to continue becoming stronger. His weights tightly affixed the his wrists and ankles, he'd begin a routine of punches and kicks, shadowboxing with the air. It wasn't as if he'd had a training partner anymore. He had to make do with what he had.
Useful, but borin'. Right about now I'd give anything for an ass to kick. He'd think as the sky darkened, and he'd practice a form of martial arts similar to what Earthlings called "Kick Boxing". He pivoted on his leg and swept then hopping up, he'd extend his other leg in a double roundhouse. His aura had begun to flare by now, sweat pouring down his forehead as he trained.
In a moment of curiosity, he'd stop. He'd sensed it...an unfamiliar ki. Looking in the direction of said Ki, he'd see a large peak in the distance and tilt his head. That's not Arias...but who else is here in Hell? Feels slightly more powerful than me, I think...but still, I'd like to find out who it is. He thought, his heart beat quickening with excitement. He grinned. This could be fun. Maybe a challenge...but...what if it's that Zerori woman? No...couldn't be. Not as strong...
His curiosity would get the best of him and his aura would flare as he lifted off and flew toward the mountain top. He'd either find an ally there, or get his ass kicked. Or maybe he'd kick the person's ass. Who knows what awaits the Elite Warrior?
Lord Xylo
Carva currently stood in the bathroom though amongst all the steam and the smell of bath soap. He looked into the mirror above the sink, a needle in hand, threaded with surgical thread. He didn't flinch as he pierced the already cut skin on his cheek, slowly sewing the wound from his previous battle up. Pain was such a temporary thing, bur pride was eternal. He'd already repaired the wound in his chest, and wrapped his bruised ribs tightly with white medical tape.
The Saiyan finished sewing the would close, taking a small set of surgical scissors in his hand. Cutting the thread, the scissors hit the sink with a small clink sound. The warrior calmly put away his medical supplies, opening the mirror behind the sink and replacing the kit. He closed the door to the window and turned to his shimmering black breastplate, slipping it on.
I'm proud. I won that battle, but it's not about that. More so that I didn't let my emotions distract me. Maybe somewhere deep inside, I still love that woman. But I can't let that hinder me from my goal. I must stay strong, become stronger. Better. The warrior thought, now stepping outside of his house, throwing down a capsule and capsulizing the house in a puff of smoke.
Now was not the time to sit and lick one's wounds. No. Now was the time to continue training, to continue becoming stronger. His weights tightly affixed the his wrists and ankles, he'd begin a routine of punches and kicks, shadowboxing with the air. It wasn't as if he'd had a training partner anymore. He had to make do with what he had.
Useful, but borin'. Right about now I'd give anything for an ass to kick. He'd think as the sky darkened, and he'd practice a form of martial arts similar to what Earthlings called "Kick Boxing". He pivoted on his leg and swept then hopping up, he'd extend his other leg in a double roundhouse. His aura had begun to flare by now, sweat pouring down his forehead as he trained.
In a moment of curiosity, he'd stop. He'd sensed it...an unfamiliar ki. Looking in the direction of said Ki, he'd see a large peak in the distance and tilt his head. That's not Arias...but who else is here in Hell? Feels slightly more powerful than me, I think...but still, I'd like to find out who it is. He thought, his heart beat quickening with excitement. He grinned. This could be fun. Maybe a challenge...but...what if it's that Zerori woman? No...couldn't be. Not as strong...
His curiosity would get the best of him and his aura would flare as he lifted off and flew toward the mountain top. He'd either find an ally there, or get his ass kicked. Or maybe he'd kick the person's ass. Who knows what awaits the Elite Warrior?
Lord Xylo