01-06-2011, 12:35 AM
Despite his preoccupation, Garbanz hadn’t been entirely oblivious to the war effort. Ships were leaving every hour, filled with soldiers of every kind. Young, old, male, female, human, alien … as his eyes passed over them, the saiyan gulped. Garbanz probably had a natural advantage over most of them - even as one of the weakest of his race, he was still naturally strong compared to humans - but that didn’t stop him feeling nervous. No doubt, many of them wouldn’t be coming back.
Garbanz took a second to gather himself. His head was reeling. Despite the protests of his logical mind, he had no intention of turning back. Bizarrely enough, as he prepared to risk his life in open warfare, he felt elated. His lady had given him a purpose. Somewhere from deep within, he felt a power he’d never felt before. Like he had limitless energy, all of a sudden.
Maybe this is what it feels like to become a super saiyan, he thought to himself, unable to suppress a chuckle at the idea. He knew it wasn’t the time for jokes, but he couldn’t help himself. Doubling over, Garbanz let the laughs rack his body until he couldn’t feel his legs.
“Having fun?” came a familiar voice.
The saiyan’s eyes widened, and he spun around. “M … My lady! I was just … I was about to-”
“Shut up,” she said, and pointed towards the ship behind Garbanz. “In.”
Garbanz looked to the ship, and back to the girl. Then at the girl, and back to the ship. This repeated a few times. “Wait, you’re … you’re not coming along, are you?” The saiyan looked mortified. “But my lady! It’s dangerous! I implore you-”
“Shut up,” the girl repeated. “You‘re going to make me weapons with that skill of yours, so it‘s fine. Get in the ship.”
Garbanz felt his heart beating in his chest. I have to trust her, he thought. Placing a hand across his chest, he bowed forward. “My lady is brave, and even nobler than I had imagined. Very well!” He stood up. “I shall make sure you return safely, I swear it!!”
The girl simply shook her head and started walking towards the ship. Garbanz followed, his narrowed eyes now scanning the other passengers for any suspicious characters. He would have to be on guard.
As it was, nobody approached the pair. Something about the saiyan’s attempt to stare down every other passenger may have contributed, but the journey into orbit went with without event.
Garbanz fidgeted nervously in his seat. “So … tell me about yourself, my lady.”
“…”
The saiyan coughed, and tried another tack. “Is this your first time leaving Earth?”
“…”
“Hey, guy, she’s way out of your league,” laughed one of the other passengers. “Give it a rest, huh?”
Garbanz felt something snap, and before he knew it he was on his feet. “SHUT UP, YOU!” he roared. In a moment, a black slick of metal had detached itself from his armour and congealed into the form of a gigantic claymore. He thrust it forward, eyes ablaze, but a hand around his wrist stopped him.
“What the hell are you doing?” said the girl, the level tone of her voice belying the anger in her stare. “You’re going to get us kicked off the ship.”
In an instant, the man’s rage had dissipated. “Of … of course, my lady! I‘m sorry!” The sword melted back into his armour, and he sat down, cursing himself. Moron, moron, moron! Get a grip! He pinched himself, letting the adrenaline subside. As he did so, he noticed that his wrist hurt. Rubbing it, he glanced over at the girl.
She fixed him with a glare, and this time her voice carried just the hint of a growl. “What now?”
“Nothing, nothing!” Garbanz raised a thumb and forefinger to his lips, and made a zipping motion before turning his face back to his hand. But damn, he thought. She is strong. I wonder if one of her parents was saiyan. Then he shook himself again. Enough idle thought. I need to prepare myself. Once we get out there, there’ll be no time to think. I need to protect her.
He thumbed his chin, deep in thought.
Wish I’d brought my copy of Ki Control: Basic Combat Applications for Personal Energy.
Garbanz took a second to gather himself. His head was reeling. Despite the protests of his logical mind, he had no intention of turning back. Bizarrely enough, as he prepared to risk his life in open warfare, he felt elated. His lady had given him a purpose. Somewhere from deep within, he felt a power he’d never felt before. Like he had limitless energy, all of a sudden.
Maybe this is what it feels like to become a super saiyan, he thought to himself, unable to suppress a chuckle at the idea. He knew it wasn’t the time for jokes, but he couldn’t help himself. Doubling over, Garbanz let the laughs rack his body until he couldn’t feel his legs.
“Having fun?” came a familiar voice.
The saiyan’s eyes widened, and he spun around. “M … My lady! I was just … I was about to-”
“Shut up,” she said, and pointed towards the ship behind Garbanz. “In.”
Garbanz looked to the ship, and back to the girl. Then at the girl, and back to the ship. This repeated a few times. “Wait, you’re … you’re not coming along, are you?” The saiyan looked mortified. “But my lady! It’s dangerous! I implore you-”
“Shut up,” the girl repeated. “You‘re going to make me weapons with that skill of yours, so it‘s fine. Get in the ship.”
Garbanz felt his heart beating in his chest. I have to trust her, he thought. Placing a hand across his chest, he bowed forward. “My lady is brave, and even nobler than I had imagined. Very well!” He stood up. “I shall make sure you return safely, I swear it!!”
The girl simply shook her head and started walking towards the ship. Garbanz followed, his narrowed eyes now scanning the other passengers for any suspicious characters. He would have to be on guard.
As it was, nobody approached the pair. Something about the saiyan’s attempt to stare down every other passenger may have contributed, but the journey into orbit went with without event.
Garbanz fidgeted nervously in his seat. “So … tell me about yourself, my lady.”
“…”
The saiyan coughed, and tried another tack. “Is this your first time leaving Earth?”
“…”
“Hey, guy, she’s way out of your league,” laughed one of the other passengers. “Give it a rest, huh?”
Garbanz felt something snap, and before he knew it he was on his feet. “SHUT UP, YOU!” he roared. In a moment, a black slick of metal had detached itself from his armour and congealed into the form of a gigantic claymore. He thrust it forward, eyes ablaze, but a hand around his wrist stopped him.
“What the hell are you doing?” said the girl, the level tone of her voice belying the anger in her stare. “You’re going to get us kicked off the ship.”
In an instant, the man’s rage had dissipated. “Of … of course, my lady! I‘m sorry!” The sword melted back into his armour, and he sat down, cursing himself. Moron, moron, moron! Get a grip! He pinched himself, letting the adrenaline subside. As he did so, he noticed that his wrist hurt. Rubbing it, he glanced over at the girl.
She fixed him with a glare, and this time her voice carried just the hint of a growl. “What now?”
“Nothing, nothing!” Garbanz raised a thumb and forefinger to his lips, and made a zipping motion before turning his face back to his hand. But damn, he thought. She is strong. I wonder if one of her parents was saiyan. Then he shook himself again. Enough idle thought. I need to prepare myself. Once we get out there, there’ll be no time to think. I need to protect her.
He thumbed his chin, deep in thought.
Wish I’d brought my copy of Ki Control: Basic Combat Applications for Personal Energy.