Post by Mobutt on Sept 21, 2016 18:44:30 GMT
((INCOMPLETE, DO NOT GRADE!))
((e3e619 is yellow text. Plan: Landing, ??))
FIRST CHAPTER-ARRIVAL.
The last time we saw our faithful half-Saiyan Turnippa, ie the closest we will ever have to Gohan, had just barely escaped certain death from a bounty hunter, and had also witnessed the horrid deaths of his friends and all who was ever dear to him. The small capsule pod that was rocketing towards Earth at a high speed was slowly burning away into nothingness in the infinite space. Turnippa's sweat and blood combined almost streamed more than his late tears.
Turnippa was astounded by how utterly helpless he was against Riggs, the bounty hunter to, one by one, slaughtered his friends. Jager, Thorn, Bensom...how could he have been so stupid? And then, worst of all, he couldn't even save Calia, the one he loved. Truly, he felt, truly he wasn't a hero. Couldn't even save his mother from certain death.
"I can't believe it...why am I so weak? WHY?" He banged his fist on the side-panel, his anger reaching it's utmost maximum. Turnippa's eyes blazed with fiery pain and disbelief. Clenching his fists so hard that blood dripped from them, he glared at the vast space, remembering all that he'd lost. All he had. What a failure, what a Saiyan.
"Be different...but be strong... He then was reminded of a brief flashback of his mother, who died saving her infant. That was her last words before departing from this world. After the painful memory faded away, his crying stopped abruptly. Turnippa now had one goal at the moment: To survive. To be strong. To honor his dead mother.
"No. Why am I moaning as if I'm just some person who achieved nothing in his life and died crying? That's not how she would've wanted me to go out..." In the tiny space that would be the space=pod, Turnippa, or Turna, stood up and stopped crying. Instead of grieving for the past, he would gaze into the future. By incredible chance, Turnippa did not die-he was fine. By some miracle, by sheer force, Turnippa had resisted all the damage that should be currently swarming all over his body in incredible barrages.
By now, the small ship was burning up heavily, and Turnippa was slowly starting to lose oxygen. He could easily figure out that, if something was not done, he would die of a utter lackof oxygen, and the worse way to die is not to die fighting. His fiery spirit finally showing, his eyes deep red, fueled by rage, the look radiated hatred, fear and regret. From all the recent events of his life.
"No way! I'm not going to die from a shortage of air, I'd rather...DO ANYTHING ELSE! Wait, no...the ship is approaching Earth, if I can just hold my breath..." And he did exactly just that. Taking n a deep breath, or at least what he could manage, Turnippa held his breath. His armor was almost melting form the extreme heat. Turnippa's hair was ablaze with a fiery fire that danced across his hair, setting it to Turnippa's precious arms. He yelped, out of surprise and shock.
But eventually, when he had lost all hope, when Turnippa had to give away, they rocketed at the speed of sound into and past the Earth's atmosphere. He could breath again, but what about surviving the massive impact that was soon to come? Well, I had a good run. I see no way to survive this blast, Turnippa thought bitterly. No wait, I can fly! Mere seconds before crashing down to the hard floor, he outstretched his arms, focused his ki, and swiftly glided out of the old space pod, escaping certain death while at the same time destroying his only form of travel.
"Amazing...I,a weak half Saiyan, survived a fall like that..." Turnippa huffed heavily while drifting back to the ground. First off, the very first thing he noticed was the sheer size of the forest he apparently landed in. It was quit large. Oh god, where am I located? Okay...I'm on earth, in a 'forest' of 'bamboo trees'. And I shouldn't be lazily thinking, I'm gushing blood! He suddenly took notice of the large amount of blood form his sides and drooling from his mouth, and moaned.
Turnippa was on his knees, trying to ignore the terrible pain, the feeling of dizziness, but could not. He tried to cover it up with his hand, but that got it quite messy and just resulted in more released blood and agony. Turnippa's mind started to fade away into darkness. "Dang it, at least I tried..." He then promptly passed out, coughing blood while hitting the ground with a large THUD.
SECOND CHAPTER-Imprisonment-Part 1.
Largo was not a successful scientist, oh no, not at all. He had made many attempts at doing something proving that he wasn't just a person with a fancy lab coat and a big mouth, after all, even the officials were concerned here. But then they began to grow sick of his failed attempts. Each time, he promised something amazing, and each time, scrap metal was made. Or a pile of steaming chemicals.
This took place over twenty years, starting as a prodigious teenager. The first two years, Largo tried to make history by creating an android-a cyborg, for short-at such a young age of 17. It was a very good effort, and it actually did it's basic purpose, but ultimately was not a success, however the government noticed and assigned him to use his know-how to improve the world, their world, our world. This android was named Tona. That's important.
At his twentieth birthday, Largo declared to the world about building another android, an improved version of 'Tona' the first creation. He had a big response, sponsors, commercials, even his own medals and prizes-before even doing anything. Largo couldn't fail at this point, right? He couldn't let down the world, right? Oh, but it was not a success. Not in the slightest.
Tona's main problem was that he was too peaceful for much usefulness and, in reality, was basically a human with armor. 'Mett', on the other hand, had a worse problem: His power source was very inefficient and could not support Mett for an hour without him shutting down, therefore rendering it a failure. The global disappointment was breathtaking. He was being pressurized to do something different, this time with Sheil, a partner.
(It may seem like I'm just casually wasting lines talking about various experiments, but really, I need to get to the actual recent
www.google.com.ng/search?q=Pictures+of+a+female+anime+scientist&biw=1600&bih=783&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiQ_Y_JpKbPAhWFiRoKHUCxC7UQ_AUIBigB#imgrc=p1Bz_xDdjIpJ-M%3A(Well, my pics aren't working, but descript below.)
Sheila had deep, flowing red hair that went down in threads on either side but was well cut on the front. Her purple, radiant eyes reflected the color of space, of dreams, of the sky.
Sheil was just perfect for him in his mind. She was kind, caring, but also very serious and strict at the same time. Sheil could party like it's the end of the world but at the same time make rowdy riots drop dead of fear. She was very double-sided, and Largo loved every piece of her. Everyday of work, he tried for small talk, to get to know her, but turns out she's more of a shy person, not wanting to be social.
"Um, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be working right about now?"
FIRST CHAPTER-ARRIVAL.
The last time we saw our faithful half-Saiyan Turnippa, ie the closest we will ever have to Gohan, had just barely escaped certain death from a bounty hunter, and had also witnessed the horrid deaths of his friends and all who was ever dear to him. The small capsule pod that was rocketing towards Earth at a high speed was slowly burning away into nothingness in the infinite space. Turnippa's sweat and blood combined almost streamed more than his late tears.
Turnippa was astounded by how utterly helpless he was against Riggs, the bounty hunter to, one by one, slaughtered his friends. Jager, Thorn, Bensom...how could he have been so stupid? And then, worst of all, he couldn't even save Calia, the one he loved. Truly, he felt, truly he wasn't a hero. Couldn't even save his mother from certain death.
"I can't believe it...why am I so weak? WHY?" He banged his fist on the side-panel, his anger reaching it's utmost maximum. Turnippa's eyes blazed with fiery pain and disbelief. Clenching his fists so hard that blood dripped from them, he glared at the vast space, remembering all that he'd lost. All he had. What a failure, what a Saiyan.
"Be different...but be strong... He then was reminded of a brief flashback of his mother, who died saving her infant. That was her last words before departing from this world. After the painful memory faded away, his crying stopped abruptly. Turnippa now had one goal at the moment: To survive. To be strong. To honor his dead mother.
"No. Why am I moaning as if I'm just some person who achieved nothing in his life and died crying? That's not how she would've wanted me to go out..." In the tiny space that would be the space=pod, Turnippa, or Turna, stood up and stopped crying. Instead of grieving for the past, he would gaze into the future. By incredible chance, Turnippa did not die-he was fine. By some miracle, by sheer force, Turnippa had resisted all the damage that should be currently swarming all over his body in incredible barrages.
By now, the small ship was burning up heavily, and Turnippa was slowly starting to lose oxygen. He could easily figure out that, if something was not done, he would die of a utter lackof oxygen, and the worse way to die is not to die fighting. His fiery spirit finally showing, his eyes deep red, fueled by rage, the look radiated hatred, fear and regret. From all the recent events of his life.
"No way! I'm not going to die from a shortage of air, I'd rather...DO ANYTHING ELSE! Wait, no...the ship is approaching Earth, if I can just hold my breath..." And he did exactly just that. Taking n a deep breath, or at least what he could manage, Turnippa held his breath. His armor was almost melting form the extreme heat. Turnippa's hair was ablaze with a fiery fire that danced across his hair, setting it to Turnippa's precious arms. He yelped, out of surprise and shock.
But eventually, when he had lost all hope, when Turnippa had to give away, they rocketed at the speed of sound into and past the Earth's atmosphere. He could breath again, but what about surviving the massive impact that was soon to come? Well, I had a good run. I see no way to survive this blast, Turnippa thought bitterly. No wait, I can fly! Mere seconds before crashing down to the hard floor, he outstretched his arms, focused his ki, and swiftly glided out of the old space pod, escaping certain death while at the same time destroying his only form of travel.
"Amazing...I,a weak half Saiyan, survived a fall like that..." Turnippa huffed heavily while drifting back to the ground. First off, the very first thing he noticed was the sheer size of the forest he apparently landed in. It was quit large. Oh god, where am I located? Okay...I'm on earth, in a 'forest' of 'bamboo trees'. And I shouldn't be lazily thinking, I'm gushing blood! He suddenly took notice of the large amount of blood form his sides and drooling from his mouth, and moaned.
Turnippa was on his knees, trying to ignore the terrible pain, the feeling of dizziness, but could not. He tried to cover it up with his hand, but that got it quite messy and just resulted in more released blood and agony. Turnippa's mind started to fade away into darkness. "Dang it, at least I tried..." He then promptly passed out, coughing blood while hitting the ground with a large THUD.
SECOND CHAPTER-Imprisonment-Part 1.
Largo was not a successful scientist, oh no, not at all. He had made many attempts at doing something proving that he wasn't just a person with a fancy lab coat and a big mouth, after all, even the officials were concerned here. But then they began to grow sick of his failed attempts. Each time, he promised something amazing, and each time, scrap metal was made. Or a pile of steaming chemicals.
This took place over twenty years, starting as a prodigious teenager. The first two years, Largo tried to make history by creating an android-a cyborg, for short-at such a young age of 17. It was a very good effort, and it actually did it's basic purpose, but ultimately was not a success, however the government noticed and assigned him to use his know-how to improve the world, their world, our world. This android was named Tona. That's important.
At his twentieth birthday, Largo declared to the world about building another android, an improved version of 'Tona' the first creation. He had a big response, sponsors, commercials, even his own medals and prizes-before even doing anything. Largo couldn't fail at this point, right? He couldn't let down the world, right? Oh, but it was not a success. Not in the slightest.
Tona's main problem was that he was too peaceful for much usefulness and, in reality, was basically a human with armor. 'Mett', on the other hand, had a worse problem: His power source was very inefficient and could not support Mett for an hour without him shutting down, therefore rendering it a failure. The global disappointment was breathtaking. He was being pressurized to do something different, this time with Sheil, a partner.
(It may seem like I'm just casually wasting lines talking about various experiments, but really, I need to get to the actual recent
www.google.com.ng/search?q=Pictures+of+a+female+anime+scientist&biw=1600&bih=783&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiQ_Y_JpKbPAhWFiRoKHUCxC7UQ_AUIBigB#imgrc=p1Bz_xDdjIpJ-M%3A(Well, my pics aren't working, but descript below.)
Sheila had deep, flowing red hair that went down in threads on either side but was well cut on the front. Her purple, radiant eyes reflected the color of space, of dreams, of the sky.
Sheil was just perfect for him in his mind. She was kind, caring, but also very serious and strict at the same time. Sheil could party like it's the end of the world but at the same time make rowdy riots drop dead of fear. She was very double-sided, and Largo loved every piece of her. Everyday of work, he tried for small talk, to get to know her, but turns out she's more of a shy person, not wanting to be social.
"Um, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be working right about now?"