11-05-2005, 03:54 PM
With the new-found opening, the android ignored the bloody discharge atop his head and turned swiftly towards the namek, with one hand extended. Within that outstretched hand energy began to spark before it fell to the ground, and after a few little jolts a staff appeared, approximately two meters in length and had the strength of the mightiest ki source. The green bean did not have enough time to react to this as he had chose to concentrate on his disfiguring face, and thus the rod was able to complete its objective of piercing the pointy-eared fighter, tearing skin off of the abdomen. Seventeen did not want to waste the cylinder on simply piercing the gut, and so decided to continue with it and took it out of the foe?s belly after it had only gone in minorly, and so there was not much to attend to as Seventeen turned around quickly ready to go in for another.
Swinging the staff and smacking the Namekian as hard as he could in the head, the Namekian suddenly found himself outside a large building. Quite startled as to why he was here, he seemed to be moving as if he knew where he was going. Approaching a building with a massive sign, Piccolo took a deep breath and slowly he began to stride into the impressive looking building, sweating nervously as he did so. The massive building seemed to dwarf the jade warrior as he entered, his boots sliding mindlessly around on the polished floor.
"Nice to see you finally showed Mr. Piccolo, now go get changed with the others."
"Others?" Piccolo asked in a puzzled way, more to himself than anything else, but thought nothing of it. He just assumed that there were experienced fighters of sorts here for their weekly practice, or something along those lines. Shrugging, he wandered into the changing rooms, not even bothering to look up as he went and set his bags down on a bench.
"Piccolo!" a voice shouted in disbelief, coming from the Namekian?s left. The jade warrior turned round, and was stricken with amazement as Raditzu stood in front of him, wearing tight spandex, blushing thoroughly, his face as red as a tomato.
"Heh, very nice Raddy!" Piccolo mocked chirpily as his hand pinched the tight material of the long haired Sayajin?s garments, pulling it back before letting it go.
"OW! Don't snap my outfit!" The Super Sayajin?s red cheeks seemed to swell.
Raditzu Smirked as he pointed towards a rack.. "Jokes on you green man, you?re late so you get the left over outfits"
Piccolo followed the direction at which Raditzu's finger was pointing towards, and looked with horror. Hanging on a hook was a pink tutu, with a frilly skirt-like fluffy material around the center. Shaking his head in horror, Piccolo tried to speak, but no words came out, much to Rad's amusement.
"No way..." Piccolo said, "There's no way I'm wearing that!"
Fifteen minutes later...
Piccolo stepped out into a hall which was quite a majestic, awe-inspiring scene, its vastness purely amazing. Inside the hall were three odd figures, all wearing strange attire. One was a small plump human wearing tight trousers, and a having a head band mounted round his head. He was tap-dancing gallantly and expertly, his hands behind his back and his face fixed in a professional way.
?Android 17, look! We?re not the only ones here!? Yajirobe shouted, pointing to the Sayajin and his friend.
?Piccolo!? Hellfighter 17 exclaimed, before trying to hide his face. After having a good laugh at each the Namekian everyone settled down, sinking into a deep silence as the instructor walked in.
?No way?? everyone said together, in disbelief at who it was.
The silence was finally broken as the instructor spoke, his voice slicing through the noiseless air like a knife.
"Greetings" he said, a polite smile upon his lips. "Shall we get started?"
?Vegeta?!" everyone yelled in unison, in disbelief at the apparent sight in front of them.
"Now people, as they say. Let's bust a groove..." The Sayajin struck a pose.
"You?re the dance instructor?" Piccolo mumbled. ?Worthless and I thought you had pride.?
The Sayajin slumped over sobbing. "M...M...Mother said I should have been a shoe maker...Father pushed me into being evil...but all I wanted to do was dance!" the Sayajin dabbed at his tears with a tissue.
"Look...? Raditzu touched Vegeta's shoulder. "He didn't mean that... I?m sure you?re a good dancer...Super Sayajin and shoe maker"
Vegeta grinned turning back to the class. "Thank you." he whispered. "The first round is on me."
Then everyone began to laugh.
Piccolo suddenly snapped out of the nightmarish dream. Hellfighter 17 was standing over the Namekian, his hand crashing down on his green flesh, lifting him to his feet. Flipping backwards, Piccolo was sent flying against the walls once again. Unsure as to what that dream meant, other than the fact Piccolo was nuts, the Namekian shook it off, trying to concentrate on the fight, but the picture of Raditzu in a tutu was still fresh in his mind and this caused the jade warrior to laugh.
Seventeen used this to his advantage. With blood still rolling down his chin, the Namekian could do nothing except watch as the machine closed in and landed three open palm strikes to his stomach. Spinning again, Seventeen landed an expert kick to the jade warriors chest, sending him careening through the air. Trying to yell for them to move, it was too late. Piccolo was sent directly into Vegeta?s back, knocking them both to the ground. The Sayajin was to his feet with lightning quick reflexes, glaring at the Namekian. Lifting the green being from the ground, Vegeta began to pound on the jade figure. This just wasn?t Piccolo?s day, however, this gave Raditzu an opportunity to attack the Sayajin Prince. Flying down with amazing speed, the long haired Sayajin saw Hellfighter 17 closing in quickly, a change of pace and Raditzu swooped past Piccolo and Vegeta and landed a massive kick to the machine-hybrids face, sending him backwards, at a speed he couldn?t control.
Crashing through a rock, Hellfighter finally found the strength to stop, only to find Piccolo flying directly at him. The Namekian crashed on top of the artificial being and managed to make three connections to his face, however, it was just minimal damage, flipping the Namekian over, Hellfighter Seventeen had Piccolo pinned to the ground. Kicking up, the jade warrior found himself with just enough time to see the boot covered foot coming up for a kick. It connected sending the Jade warrior high into the air, smacking against the ceiling. Amidst his free falling back to the ground, Piccolo noticed Android 17 and Yajirobe fighting and Raditzu and Vegeta had resumed their fight.
Hanging freely in the air, Piccolo watched as Hellfighter 17 moved in for another attack.
OOC: The beginning was a day dream, Piccolo got knocked silly!
Post number: 2
Swinging the staff and smacking the Namekian as hard as he could in the head, the Namekian suddenly found himself outside a large building. Quite startled as to why he was here, he seemed to be moving as if he knew where he was going. Approaching a building with a massive sign, Piccolo took a deep breath and slowly he began to stride into the impressive looking building, sweating nervously as he did so. The massive building seemed to dwarf the jade warrior as he entered, his boots sliding mindlessly around on the polished floor.
"Nice to see you finally showed Mr. Piccolo, now go get changed with the others."
"Others?" Piccolo asked in a puzzled way, more to himself than anything else, but thought nothing of it. He just assumed that there were experienced fighters of sorts here for their weekly practice, or something along those lines. Shrugging, he wandered into the changing rooms, not even bothering to look up as he went and set his bags down on a bench.
"Piccolo!" a voice shouted in disbelief, coming from the Namekian?s left. The jade warrior turned round, and was stricken with amazement as Raditzu stood in front of him, wearing tight spandex, blushing thoroughly, his face as red as a tomato.
"Heh, very nice Raddy!" Piccolo mocked chirpily as his hand pinched the tight material of the long haired Sayajin?s garments, pulling it back before letting it go.
"OW! Don't snap my outfit!" The Super Sayajin?s red cheeks seemed to swell.
Raditzu Smirked as he pointed towards a rack.. "Jokes on you green man, you?re late so you get the left over outfits"
Piccolo followed the direction at which Raditzu's finger was pointing towards, and looked with horror. Hanging on a hook was a pink tutu, with a frilly skirt-like fluffy material around the center. Shaking his head in horror, Piccolo tried to speak, but no words came out, much to Rad's amusement.
"No way..." Piccolo said, "There's no way I'm wearing that!"
Fifteen minutes later...
Piccolo stepped out into a hall which was quite a majestic, awe-inspiring scene, its vastness purely amazing. Inside the hall were three odd figures, all wearing strange attire. One was a small plump human wearing tight trousers, and a having a head band mounted round his head. He was tap-dancing gallantly and expertly, his hands behind his back and his face fixed in a professional way.
?Android 17, look! We?re not the only ones here!? Yajirobe shouted, pointing to the Sayajin and his friend.
?Piccolo!? Hellfighter 17 exclaimed, before trying to hide his face. After having a good laugh at each the Namekian everyone settled down, sinking into a deep silence as the instructor walked in.
?No way?? everyone said together, in disbelief at who it was.
The silence was finally broken as the instructor spoke, his voice slicing through the noiseless air like a knife.
"Greetings" he said, a polite smile upon his lips. "Shall we get started?"
?Vegeta?!" everyone yelled in unison, in disbelief at the apparent sight in front of them.
"Now people, as they say. Let's bust a groove..." The Sayajin struck a pose.
"You?re the dance instructor?" Piccolo mumbled. ?Worthless and I thought you had pride.?
The Sayajin slumped over sobbing. "M...M...Mother said I should have been a shoe maker...Father pushed me into being evil...but all I wanted to do was dance!" the Sayajin dabbed at his tears with a tissue.
"Look...? Raditzu touched Vegeta's shoulder. "He didn't mean that... I?m sure you?re a good dancer...Super Sayajin and shoe maker"
Vegeta grinned turning back to the class. "Thank you." he whispered. "The first round is on me."
Then everyone began to laugh.
Piccolo suddenly snapped out of the nightmarish dream. Hellfighter 17 was standing over the Namekian, his hand crashing down on his green flesh, lifting him to his feet. Flipping backwards, Piccolo was sent flying against the walls once again. Unsure as to what that dream meant, other than the fact Piccolo was nuts, the Namekian shook it off, trying to concentrate on the fight, but the picture of Raditzu in a tutu was still fresh in his mind and this caused the jade warrior to laugh.
Seventeen used this to his advantage. With blood still rolling down his chin, the Namekian could do nothing except watch as the machine closed in and landed three open palm strikes to his stomach. Spinning again, Seventeen landed an expert kick to the jade warriors chest, sending him careening through the air. Trying to yell for them to move, it was too late. Piccolo was sent directly into Vegeta?s back, knocking them both to the ground. The Sayajin was to his feet with lightning quick reflexes, glaring at the Namekian. Lifting the green being from the ground, Vegeta began to pound on the jade figure. This just wasn?t Piccolo?s day, however, this gave Raditzu an opportunity to attack the Sayajin Prince. Flying down with amazing speed, the long haired Sayajin saw Hellfighter 17 closing in quickly, a change of pace and Raditzu swooped past Piccolo and Vegeta and landed a massive kick to the machine-hybrids face, sending him backwards, at a speed he couldn?t control.
Crashing through a rock, Hellfighter finally found the strength to stop, only to find Piccolo flying directly at him. The Namekian crashed on top of the artificial being and managed to make three connections to his face, however, it was just minimal damage, flipping the Namekian over, Hellfighter Seventeen had Piccolo pinned to the ground. Kicking up, the jade warrior found himself with just enough time to see the boot covered foot coming up for a kick. It connected sending the Jade warrior high into the air, smacking against the ceiling. Amidst his free falling back to the ground, Piccolo noticed Android 17 and Yajirobe fighting and Raditzu and Vegeta had resumed their fight.
Hanging freely in the air, Piccolo watched as Hellfighter 17 moved in for another attack.
OOC: The beginning was a day dream, Piccolo got knocked silly!
Post number: 2