11-08-2005, 02:03 AM
Darks became grays which hovered in an inverse abyss about him; though his were wide with a bitter surprise he could tell the condition of his body. Strained only but mentally as the Saiyan genes that coursed the track of his veins lacked him the ability to tire easily. Conditioning had always been his second reasoning past logical thought,
"Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."
Basking in the glow of battle from the prison box he stood, below the sounds of living death festered in various groves about those maintaining themselves of their own being. It began to grow louder... closer... apparitions appeared in the entry way leading into the cage where the boy stood near the back. Crawling with grasping hands at the essence that sustained him, each step one fell only to be replaced by two making their way up from the behind in an endless onward storm of rotting flesh. Outmatched in number, Goten revoked his stance till the cool metal cell touched against his back. The Saiya-jin was to be crushed against a wall of steel and a wall of flesh, a wavering silence filled his ears as the sound of battle outside went deft to him. Groans now being the only thing that would tell the teen that his current predicament was still at hand.
"If quite unequal in every way, we can flee from him."
Plastered like a wall flower against a fate less desired then death the hybrid remained, the overwhelming population of redeads pressuring him each passing moment like the gentle sway of a clock's hand towards an impending doom. Hope was but a memory. Goten still resided in the space between dream and reality as he attempted to decipher his feelings out correctly, all of this had been too much for him to comprehend even if it had been entirely spelled out for the half human.
Lights above were out, no sign of light, no sign of survival as the only notion for numbers he was against was a guess from the sounds of those approaching him. He currently offered no resistance against the reanimated mob of corpses.
"Let go, let me quench that desire." Peering up over his arms crossed above his face, Goten realized it... he was now knee deep in the swallow of putrid human flesh. Their scent was overpowering, clawing away at the forearms of the Saiya-jin as he fought with himself still, not wanting to give in.
"But there's-" "Now!" A world of color suddenly faded into a dimension of blacks and whites, nothing in between. About him the faces were as clear as daylight and as atrocious as a nightmare induced sleep, but the halfling was awake now... not from a dream back into life, but from life into a dream he controlled.
"If equally matched,"
Flames of white came to life a fury of suppressed magnificent, hindered only by the count of flesh it tore away at from about itself. Goten's muscles tensed as his arms circled a circumference about his body before landing at his right side with hands clasped far enough to offer a small space in between.
"Ka... Me..." A flash lit up the surroundings for a brief moment, hundreds of dead patrons had called themselves to head off any chance of the Saiya-jin youth's survival.
"Ka... Me..." The space between Goten's opened palms became filled with an ivory blue color, tinted about the outside with an aqua that defined the inner color to a point of beauty. In a kick forward, the boy took up extra space by plunging his left leg into the swarming dead who bowed to feed only realizing the task to be impossible from the waves of coursing energy lifting from every pour of the Saiya-jin youth's skin.
"we can offer battle;"
"HA!!"
Outside throughout the dome the solitary word of survival rang forth as a carol of determination to live. A piercing light the size of a dime darted through the center masses plaguing the opening to the prison, growing in size till a stream of power flowed freely out from the cage without slowing by the disintegrating skin and bone that filtered through it. A second fell where there was no movement inside the darkness that resided within the holding pen...
Inside, Goten had reverted down into a state where he dwelled between strength and possibility. His movements had been fluent, placing a hand in front of his body as his legs kicked up against the now heated metal wall behind him. Giving one swift push, the hybrid shot himself flying into the air and out of the small cramped battlegrounds he had been imprisoned within.
Time itself seem to only live in touches of minutes and hours as the Saiya-jin youth's flight appeared in his mind to have lasted ages before emerging out into the wider domed arena. Turning about in mid flight as his body kicked itself out of the current position it was in and down into a fall, landing among the man slaughtered gore that was the current episode of FoFII. They had begun, reeking forth from where they were tossed either without a limb or legs to take them to their meal, these zombies were relentless. Battle had now become a trickling creek... the undeads, they were stones... the boy warrior, his strikes the gentle fury that was the water.
Bending forward as if swaying with the wind, Goten's right hook came about to catch the lower jaw of a blood soaked being hard enough to toss the bone out in the direction the punch had flown. Contact bringing the boy's hand open into a grasp that took up the neck of a nearby animated body, holding tightly as his body spun about to toss the creature into the waves approaching the location of his resistance. Inertia dictating his next attack as one leg began to lift; spinning his heel through the gunk of flesh at his feet before the Saiya-jin became airborne, bringing around his foot to deliver a swift bash against the side of a redead's side. Landing was slick, unfortunately, as he touched down still with a momentum driving his body. All about him they still closed in... Some outside his group were dragging the deceased dead out, devouring them for sentience.
There was but sparring time as he drew closer to the fate he had narrowly avoided before, drawing his arms in as his legs spread into a power stance beneath him. Within a matter of seconds an azure green force field enveloped his form, from inside his eyes raised to see they had begun piling themselves about in a frenzy to penetrate the inner most pieces of the boy's defenses... trapped... It began again, this time as a tingle in his spine that creeped it's way up along his bone track and into the back of his head. Interpreting his ways of combat, giving realization of his condition.
Quickly climbing, the hybrid had began building his ki again, stacking it higher and higher inside the contained space of energy the raven haired youth had created about himself. The outer shell began to crack... running a craves along the entire top half of the guard till it finally gave way in the sound of a shotgun blast. Echoing about the facility while the dead that had been close to the rupture now fell back in pieces, maggots crawling from exposed orifices. Goten withdrew inward again, this time hammering energy against the shielding protecting him from the outside world till it rang out in the chaotic shout again, blasting away the undead society as if frail rag dolls caught in a twister.
"It was Brim," Goten's head tilted to the side as the stern expression remained upon his face, the aura he now casted was alive with a pulsing pale color. There was nothing left for the boy here less the never ending waves of the mortified army they all were facing off against... a pointless battle. Turning now, the hybrid caught sense of something that stood out with the utmost clarity. The map that Raditzu had commandeered from Cell right before the start of all this, there had been a marking to the north of where the military base had been. What made this stand out above all was the fact that his father had resided in a room at his time of death, bleeding from the stomach in a building that Goten remember glimpsing at from the tower. It was a long shot at success that the Saiya-jin could take Brim, never the less find where this structure could be, but if it meant revenging his family...
Another moment would've left the Saiyan half human open for attack, so he began immediately with a turn to his right blaring a powerful ring of strength to clear a path towards the doorway leading out. With nothing in way to intercept the half blood now, he went, darting close to the ground with forearm extended for a quick fending of any oncoming attackers.
Glass shattered and fell from above as the teenager broke through one of the windows looking out on the vast landscape. It was three dozen or so miles back to the tower, which was more then a mere speck on the horizon by the familiar burst of power every now and then reminded the Saiya-jin that the old man still resided above. That had been east of the military base... so, as navigation led him to believe, the strange marking on the map was west from his position. Either way, he'd find it, even if it took him the rest of this damn game show...
"Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."
Basking in the glow of battle from the prison box he stood, below the sounds of living death festered in various groves about those maintaining themselves of their own being. It began to grow louder... closer... apparitions appeared in the entry way leading into the cage where the boy stood near the back. Crawling with grasping hands at the essence that sustained him, each step one fell only to be replaced by two making their way up from the behind in an endless onward storm of rotting flesh. Outmatched in number, Goten revoked his stance till the cool metal cell touched against his back. The Saiya-jin was to be crushed against a wall of steel and a wall of flesh, a wavering silence filled his ears as the sound of battle outside went deft to him. Groans now being the only thing that would tell the teen that his current predicament was still at hand.
"If quite unequal in every way, we can flee from him."
Plastered like a wall flower against a fate less desired then death the hybrid remained, the overwhelming population of redeads pressuring him each passing moment like the gentle sway of a clock's hand towards an impending doom. Hope was but a memory. Goten still resided in the space between dream and reality as he attempted to decipher his feelings out correctly, all of this had been too much for him to comprehend even if it had been entirely spelled out for the half human.
Lights above were out, no sign of light, no sign of survival as the only notion for numbers he was against was a guess from the sounds of those approaching him. He currently offered no resistance against the reanimated mob of corpses.
"Let go, let me quench that desire." Peering up over his arms crossed above his face, Goten realized it... he was now knee deep in the swallow of putrid human flesh. Their scent was overpowering, clawing away at the forearms of the Saiya-jin as he fought with himself still, not wanting to give in.
"But there's-" "Now!" A world of color suddenly faded into a dimension of blacks and whites, nothing in between. About him the faces were as clear as daylight and as atrocious as a nightmare induced sleep, but the halfling was awake now... not from a dream back into life, but from life into a dream he controlled.
"If equally matched,"
Flames of white came to life a fury of suppressed magnificent, hindered only by the count of flesh it tore away at from about itself. Goten's muscles tensed as his arms circled a circumference about his body before landing at his right side with hands clasped far enough to offer a small space in between.
"Ka... Me..." A flash lit up the surroundings for a brief moment, hundreds of dead patrons had called themselves to head off any chance of the Saiya-jin youth's survival.
"Ka... Me..." The space between Goten's opened palms became filled with an ivory blue color, tinted about the outside with an aqua that defined the inner color to a point of beauty. In a kick forward, the boy took up extra space by plunging his left leg into the swarming dead who bowed to feed only realizing the task to be impossible from the waves of coursing energy lifting from every pour of the Saiya-jin youth's skin.
"we can offer battle;"
"HA!!"
Outside throughout the dome the solitary word of survival rang forth as a carol of determination to live. A piercing light the size of a dime darted through the center masses plaguing the opening to the prison, growing in size till a stream of power flowed freely out from the cage without slowing by the disintegrating skin and bone that filtered through it. A second fell where there was no movement inside the darkness that resided within the holding pen...
Inside, Goten had reverted down into a state where he dwelled between strength and possibility. His movements had been fluent, placing a hand in front of his body as his legs kicked up against the now heated metal wall behind him. Giving one swift push, the hybrid shot himself flying into the air and out of the small cramped battlegrounds he had been imprisoned within.
Time itself seem to only live in touches of minutes and hours as the Saiya-jin youth's flight appeared in his mind to have lasted ages before emerging out into the wider domed arena. Turning about in mid flight as his body kicked itself out of the current position it was in and down into a fall, landing among the man slaughtered gore that was the current episode of FoFII. They had begun, reeking forth from where they were tossed either without a limb or legs to take them to their meal, these zombies were relentless. Battle had now become a trickling creek... the undeads, they were stones... the boy warrior, his strikes the gentle fury that was the water.
Bending forward as if swaying with the wind, Goten's right hook came about to catch the lower jaw of a blood soaked being hard enough to toss the bone out in the direction the punch had flown. Contact bringing the boy's hand open into a grasp that took up the neck of a nearby animated body, holding tightly as his body spun about to toss the creature into the waves approaching the location of his resistance. Inertia dictating his next attack as one leg began to lift; spinning his heel through the gunk of flesh at his feet before the Saiya-jin became airborne, bringing around his foot to deliver a swift bash against the side of a redead's side. Landing was slick, unfortunately, as he touched down still with a momentum driving his body. All about him they still closed in... Some outside his group were dragging the deceased dead out, devouring them for sentience.
There was but sparring time as he drew closer to the fate he had narrowly avoided before, drawing his arms in as his legs spread into a power stance beneath him. Within a matter of seconds an azure green force field enveloped his form, from inside his eyes raised to see they had begun piling themselves about in a frenzy to penetrate the inner most pieces of the boy's defenses... trapped... It began again, this time as a tingle in his spine that creeped it's way up along his bone track and into the back of his head. Interpreting his ways of combat, giving realization of his condition.
Quickly climbing, the hybrid had began building his ki again, stacking it higher and higher inside the contained space of energy the raven haired youth had created about himself. The outer shell began to crack... running a craves along the entire top half of the guard till it finally gave way in the sound of a shotgun blast. Echoing about the facility while the dead that had been close to the rupture now fell back in pieces, maggots crawling from exposed orifices. Goten withdrew inward again, this time hammering energy against the shielding protecting him from the outside world till it rang out in the chaotic shout again, blasting away the undead society as if frail rag dolls caught in a twister.
"It was Brim," Goten's head tilted to the side as the stern expression remained upon his face, the aura he now casted was alive with a pulsing pale color. There was nothing left for the boy here less the never ending waves of the mortified army they all were facing off against... a pointless battle. Turning now, the hybrid caught sense of something that stood out with the utmost clarity. The map that Raditzu had commandeered from Cell right before the start of all this, there had been a marking to the north of where the military base had been. What made this stand out above all was the fact that his father had resided in a room at his time of death, bleeding from the stomach in a building that Goten remember glimpsing at from the tower. It was a long shot at success that the Saiya-jin could take Brim, never the less find where this structure could be, but if it meant revenging his family...
Another moment would've left the Saiyan half human open for attack, so he began immediately with a turn to his right blaring a powerful ring of strength to clear a path towards the doorway leading out. With nothing in way to intercept the half blood now, he went, darting close to the ground with forearm extended for a quick fending of any oncoming attackers.
Glass shattered and fell from above as the teenager broke through one of the windows looking out on the vast landscape. It was three dozen or so miles back to the tower, which was more then a mere speck on the horizon by the familiar burst of power every now and then reminded the Saiya-jin that the old man still resided above. That had been east of the military base... so, as navigation led him to believe, the strange marking on the map was west from his position. Either way, he'd find it, even if it took him the rest of this damn game show...