10-18-2005, 01:15 AM
Trunks leaned back until an audible crack could be heard as his spine slipped into its correct position, and followed it with a loud sound of relief. ?Ah! I?m alive again?! He announced loudly, with a bit of a chipper voice now that the pain was gone, being whipped around like someone?s bitch by a metal rope around your waist was never a pleasant experience.
Everyone there appeared to have a grim look about their face, which were quite a few faces from what the hybrid could see. Thirty-two fighters in all from his count, and every one of them just oozing oodles of power, and all very tense as they focused on what was being said by some freak with metallic legs and a scarred body. Brim was his name, and he was saying something important from what Trunks could gather, but he quickly tuned the man out after he got around to talking about some kind of civil war; that was history which the lavender haired boy found rather boring. Especially when he was interrupted during a fight, the last thing Trunks wanted was to listen to some boring lecture.
?So boring!? He groaned under his breath before squatting down to pick at the grass, sniffing a blade or two while Brim droned on and on about friends and foes- whatever the hell that meant. The only thing Trunks was interested in has been finishing off the tournament that he and Raditsu were in before being teleported to some far off asteroid to get a lesson about some war that no one could really care about.
This continued until Brim finished droning on about his history lesson, and a sizable piece of ground had been picked bald by the impatient saiyajin. By now people had begun to split into groups like the strange man with metal legs had told them to, Trunks wasn?t sure which group he belonged to, so he simply followed Raditsu and his blonde haired girlfriend as they came together with a group of other recognizable people. One of them was his ?sister?, the blue haired walking time bomb that had knocked him into a mountain when he failed to recognize her on the spot- it wasn?t his fault, he was still sorting through all the memories of his previous lives. The two he and Rad were beating senseless- from his point of view- were also there in all their freaky glory, and two others that were vaguely familiar but he couldn?t quite place them. Given his current situation, Trunks opted to stick close to Android 18 and long hair since he knew them the best, and since his only other option was a psychotic sibling whom he didn?t remember.
?Group 2, listen up! I got the map.? The saiyajin halfling had managed to hear once he got closer to the group, also got to see the big green freaky thing with the tail fight Raditsu over the map and sub sequentially lose. ?Anyone who thinks they can keep up can follow.?
Just as he?d arrived, they were already leaving. Trunks huffed frustrated, but he was in truth somewhat relieved at the fast ?less boring- pace they were now taking. Since it seemed like the group was in a rush, he decided on whipping out a nice fast way of travel, which just so happened to be his sword, sort of. The lavender haired saiyajin took off into a quick sprint like Raditsu had before him, but instead of immediately jumping into the air, he pulled out that ridiculously large sword of his and hurtled it upward while continuing to run. As it soared its form began to ripple and change, the hilt melted back into the blade and its width increased and the once sharp edges dulled until it was hardly recognizable as a sword. At this point Trunks, who?d been running the entire the sword had been changing, leapt into the air and rocketed towards it till he was floating perpendicular to the hunk of metal before placing his feet upon its surface and getting locked into place by newly formed metal braces.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the roaring wind as he freefell, it was kind of exhilarating to just plummet like that without a care in the world, and understood why regular people were so interested in jumping out of planes when they couldn?t fly.
But that was a short lived joy, they had something important to do, or at least that?s what he assumed given his long haired friend?s urgency to get the ball rolling. ?Okay,? Trunks muttered with closed eyes. ?Let?s get this ball rolling shall we.? The half-breed had never attempted this before, but given his newly acquired energy sensing skills, he figured it would be a piece of cake.
Using the techniques he learned on Kaiousama?s planet, and coupling it with his enhanced spidey- er ki sense, he envisioned the energy radiating from everything currently on the floating chunk or space rock and was quite surprised to find it had a lot more energy then he had expected; even if one factored in all of the warriors currently on the asteroid. That made what he was about to do all the more easy, Trunks slowly picked away at that free floating and usually wasted energy and began to focus it into one point in much the same way he would use the Genki Dama, of course that much power was hardly necessary. Gradually small ripples of bluish energy began to form a cloud like cushion beneath his sword, slowing his decent.
?Okay, let?s get this party started!? Trunks whipped out a pair of goggles and slapped them on, before turning himself right side up. The blue energy beneath his board became more turbulent, ripples forming within it and its outside edge becoming stunningly bright. ?GO!? At first nothing happened, but without warning a shockwave of energy exploded from beneath the hybrid and his slab of metal, hurtling them forward at an insane pace as well as leaving behind an incandescent blue trail behind him. Aside from being surprised that he was able to pull of this move, Trunks was also having fun carving a trail in the sky propelled by a wave of ki that put him at speeds he wouldn?t be able to normally obtain without using kaioken or going super saiyajin.
Even though his saiyajin friend was somewhat urgent in his desire to go to the place indicated on the map, the young hybrid couldn?t resist the urge to play around a bit in the cool night sky. A barrel roll here, a loop-de-loop there, and a short burst through a nearby cloud was enough to sate his hunger for fun before returning back to Raditsu?s plan.
Eventually the entire group found their way to some abandoned Military base devoid of all life, and barely standing from what Trunks could see. Somehow he managed to get behind the freaky green guy with the super long tail, that didn?t last very long though, as he was quickly back to Eighteen and Raditsu?s side. Upon entering deeper into the foreboding building, the group and Trunks eventually ran into a pile of corpses, there had been indeed life here at one point, not that it mattered much as the lavender haired saiyajin was busy poking the pile of corpses with a nearby stick.
That?s when everything went to shit.
First there was a scream, and then the howl of guns powering up and letting out a barrage of fire on the group. Somehow something about this seemed very familiar to Trunks, almost like deja-vu; instinctually he could tell that the entire place was rigged with booby traps. ?Heh, booby traps? boobs.? Trunks laughed to himself for a brief moment before announcing his wondrous observation. ?This entire building is a weapon, we have to go deeper!?
Trunks charged forward, the sword underneath his arm shattered into a million flakes of metal and swirled around the hybrid as he charged through- barely avoiding fire. His power level rapidly soared, followed by tell-tale emerald eyes and hair that stood on end though it didn?t display the normal golden locks other saiyajins would and kept its lavender color; similarly his power level didn?t pique where one would expect it too. After entering his transformed state the floating pieces of metal that had been orbiting Trunks? body started to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle on his body, slowly covering him in an exotic and futuristic suit of armor until he was fully concealed in the Katchin alloy. He was now a mostly unstoppable juggernaut, smashing through various walls and letting the beams of energy shot from the ki rifles to bounce effortlessly of his metallic skin, though he somehow doubted these pea shooters would be the only thing in this place.
?Hey,? he said looking back at Raditsu. ?Anything about this seem strangely familiar??
Everyone there appeared to have a grim look about their face, which were quite a few faces from what the hybrid could see. Thirty-two fighters in all from his count, and every one of them just oozing oodles of power, and all very tense as they focused on what was being said by some freak with metallic legs and a scarred body. Brim was his name, and he was saying something important from what Trunks could gather, but he quickly tuned the man out after he got around to talking about some kind of civil war; that was history which the lavender haired boy found rather boring. Especially when he was interrupted during a fight, the last thing Trunks wanted was to listen to some boring lecture.
?So boring!? He groaned under his breath before squatting down to pick at the grass, sniffing a blade or two while Brim droned on and on about friends and foes- whatever the hell that meant. The only thing Trunks was interested in has been finishing off the tournament that he and Raditsu were in before being teleported to some far off asteroid to get a lesson about some war that no one could really care about.
This continued until Brim finished droning on about his history lesson, and a sizable piece of ground had been picked bald by the impatient saiyajin. By now people had begun to split into groups like the strange man with metal legs had told them to, Trunks wasn?t sure which group he belonged to, so he simply followed Raditsu and his blonde haired girlfriend as they came together with a group of other recognizable people. One of them was his ?sister?, the blue haired walking time bomb that had knocked him into a mountain when he failed to recognize her on the spot- it wasn?t his fault, he was still sorting through all the memories of his previous lives. The two he and Rad were beating senseless- from his point of view- were also there in all their freaky glory, and two others that were vaguely familiar but he couldn?t quite place them. Given his current situation, Trunks opted to stick close to Android 18 and long hair since he knew them the best, and since his only other option was a psychotic sibling whom he didn?t remember.
?Group 2, listen up! I got the map.? The saiyajin halfling had managed to hear once he got closer to the group, also got to see the big green freaky thing with the tail fight Raditsu over the map and sub sequentially lose. ?Anyone who thinks they can keep up can follow.?
Just as he?d arrived, they were already leaving. Trunks huffed frustrated, but he was in truth somewhat relieved at the fast ?less boring- pace they were now taking. Since it seemed like the group was in a rush, he decided on whipping out a nice fast way of travel, which just so happened to be his sword, sort of. The lavender haired saiyajin took off into a quick sprint like Raditsu had before him, but instead of immediately jumping into the air, he pulled out that ridiculously large sword of his and hurtled it upward while continuing to run. As it soared its form began to ripple and change, the hilt melted back into the blade and its width increased and the once sharp edges dulled until it was hardly recognizable as a sword. At this point Trunks, who?d been running the entire the sword had been changing, leapt into the air and rocketed towards it till he was floating perpendicular to the hunk of metal before placing his feet upon its surface and getting locked into place by newly formed metal braces.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the roaring wind as he freefell, it was kind of exhilarating to just plummet like that without a care in the world, and understood why regular people were so interested in jumping out of planes when they couldn?t fly.
But that was a short lived joy, they had something important to do, or at least that?s what he assumed given his long haired friend?s urgency to get the ball rolling. ?Okay,? Trunks muttered with closed eyes. ?Let?s get this ball rolling shall we.? The half-breed had never attempted this before, but given his newly acquired energy sensing skills, he figured it would be a piece of cake.
Using the techniques he learned on Kaiousama?s planet, and coupling it with his enhanced spidey- er ki sense, he envisioned the energy radiating from everything currently on the floating chunk or space rock and was quite surprised to find it had a lot more energy then he had expected; even if one factored in all of the warriors currently on the asteroid. That made what he was about to do all the more easy, Trunks slowly picked away at that free floating and usually wasted energy and began to focus it into one point in much the same way he would use the Genki Dama, of course that much power was hardly necessary. Gradually small ripples of bluish energy began to form a cloud like cushion beneath his sword, slowing his decent.
?Okay, let?s get this party started!? Trunks whipped out a pair of goggles and slapped them on, before turning himself right side up. The blue energy beneath his board became more turbulent, ripples forming within it and its outside edge becoming stunningly bright. ?GO!? At first nothing happened, but without warning a shockwave of energy exploded from beneath the hybrid and his slab of metal, hurtling them forward at an insane pace as well as leaving behind an incandescent blue trail behind him. Aside from being surprised that he was able to pull of this move, Trunks was also having fun carving a trail in the sky propelled by a wave of ki that put him at speeds he wouldn?t be able to normally obtain without using kaioken or going super saiyajin.
Even though his saiyajin friend was somewhat urgent in his desire to go to the place indicated on the map, the young hybrid couldn?t resist the urge to play around a bit in the cool night sky. A barrel roll here, a loop-de-loop there, and a short burst through a nearby cloud was enough to sate his hunger for fun before returning back to Raditsu?s plan.
Eventually the entire group found their way to some abandoned Military base devoid of all life, and barely standing from what Trunks could see. Somehow he managed to get behind the freaky green guy with the super long tail, that didn?t last very long though, as he was quickly back to Eighteen and Raditsu?s side. Upon entering deeper into the foreboding building, the group and Trunks eventually ran into a pile of corpses, there had been indeed life here at one point, not that it mattered much as the lavender haired saiyajin was busy poking the pile of corpses with a nearby stick.
That?s when everything went to shit.
First there was a scream, and then the howl of guns powering up and letting out a barrage of fire on the group. Somehow something about this seemed very familiar to Trunks, almost like deja-vu; instinctually he could tell that the entire place was rigged with booby traps. ?Heh, booby traps? boobs.? Trunks laughed to himself for a brief moment before announcing his wondrous observation. ?This entire building is a weapon, we have to go deeper!?
Trunks charged forward, the sword underneath his arm shattered into a million flakes of metal and swirled around the hybrid as he charged through- barely avoiding fire. His power level rapidly soared, followed by tell-tale emerald eyes and hair that stood on end though it didn?t display the normal golden locks other saiyajins would and kept its lavender color; similarly his power level didn?t pique where one would expect it too. After entering his transformed state the floating pieces of metal that had been orbiting Trunks? body started to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle on his body, slowly covering him in an exotic and futuristic suit of armor until he was fully concealed in the Katchin alloy. He was now a mostly unstoppable juggernaut, smashing through various walls and letting the beams of energy shot from the ki rifles to bounce effortlessly of his metallic skin, though he somehow doubted these pea shooters would be the only thing in this place.
?Hey,? he said looking back at Raditsu. ?Anything about this seem strangely familiar??
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