Post by Reku on May 18, 2017 10:13:21 GMT -5
As Okora laid on the grass on the wasteland of Earth, he looked up into the sky, recalling how achieved his first ascension.
Okora, 16 years old, found himself in a saiyan pod heading towards a planet called Planet Yurgis. Him, and about thirty other pods crash landed into the ground of the rocky planet. Their mission? Conquer the planet by any means necessary. Okora stepped out of the pod, taking a deep breath. It smelled like sweat in that small ship and he needed some fresh air. Badly. He saw his friend, Kairo, exit a pod about fifty meters away from him. Waving him down, Kairo approached the saiyan teen and they waited for the others. It wasn’t too long before the groups split off into two groups of fifteen and each of them headed into the two opposite sides of the city ahead.
The attack was almost immediately. Explosions ran throughout the city as the saiyans reigned havoc on the civilization. They didn’t even need a full moon. It wasn’t even fair. The planet’s military was the no match for power of the mighty warrior race. Okora, in the battle as well, took out soldiers left and right, slapping away their Ki based weaponry with ease. He thrusted his fist straight through the visor and into the cheek of the opposing soldier. The force of the impact alone crushed his skull. It was dead before it hit the ground.
The slaughter continued all the way until the forces reached the palace, which belonged to the ruler of this particular world. The guards who were in front of the door moved to side, not surrendering to the saiyans that stood before them, but making way for the King. This thing stepped out, tall and had peculiar armor on. No one had to sense its energy to feel his presence. Okora, standing in the front lines, knew that this would be a very different fight.
The King raised his right arm into the air, calling for everyone’s attention. The saiyans reluctantly listened, but Okora was interested in what he had to say. His very voice boomed throughout the atmosphere like a clap of thunder. The ground beneath them shook from the vibrations the phrase caused.
“This is your first and final warning. Leave this place, or your fate is sealed.” He commanded.
The saiyan leader of the assault stepped out of the crowd, walking up to the king slowly, eventually standing to face to face with him. The two warriors were both six feet tall, both intimidating in appearance. The saiyan male smirked in arrogance, replying with “Kiss my ass.” before throwing the first punch. Though the sound of skin and bone meeting metal was clear as the King easily caught the first blow before he kicked his opponent into the air, raising his hand up towards him and obliterating him with only a single blast.
Okora’s mouth opened in shock before he gritted his teeth in fear. He clenched his fists and his body shook. The attack initiated the battle as the whole saiyan force screamed in rage as they charged forward. Okora was frozen in place, he saw his comrades drop in groups as the King moved so fast he could barely see him. Blasts were seemingly fired in all directions as bloodcurdling screams faded into nothingness, signifying the eradication of the soldiers
Okora felt a hand grab his shoulder and immediately turned around, slapping it off of him. It was then that he realized that it was Kairo, looking at him with a distressed look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing? Come on!”
He grabbed Okora by the arm and they flew behind a destroyed building, where they met with five other saiyans who were also smart enough to take a step back and observe the situation. They talked over the sounds of explosions coming from the slaughter that was going on ahead of them. Kairo spoke first.
“This is insane! Who the hell has this kind of power?”
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that we are clearly outmatched here.” Okora replied.
Another saiyan spoke, clenching his fist as he wanted to battle. “Maybe if we fought him together?”
Another person next to him lightly slapped him in the head. “Did you not see the large number of us that fought him at once. Listen! You can hear the screams!”
The previous one shot back with his voice. “Then let’s stop acting like cowards and go out there and help them! We are an elite warrior race! We shouldn’t be sitting here and-”
“SHUT UP.” Kairo exclaimed, “There’s no way any of us are going to win. We aren’t going to flee, we need to figure out a way to beat this guy?”
Okora had an idea, though he wasn’t sure how many people would agree with it. “How about instead of fighting him together, we put our power into one person, that way they might have another chance to beat them.”
“Hold on, let’s not get crazy. You can’t be serious. I’m no coward. I’m not gonna have other people fight my battles for m-”
“No one gives a shit about your damn pride.” Okora replied furiously, “I know how this sounds, but this is more than that. You either go out and die in vain like a fool, or consider this idea and maybe actually survive. Unless you want to go back and tell the king that you failed your mission, maybe even get exiled and labeled an outcast.”
Okora’s speech silenced the saiyans, with Kairo muttering “Damn.”
Kairo further broke the tension with a question. “Alright, since there seems to be no further objections, I think Okora should be the vessel. It was his idea after all.”
The other saiyans agreed, but Okora wasn’t sure it was because they respected or they hoped that he would go out by himself and get slaughter by the King as well. Gathering around him, they put their hands forward, and closed their eyes as they poured their energy into Okora. He could feel his power increase at a large rate, but then felt something ...different. At first, a blue aura surrounded them, but focused on Okora’s body. He rose up above the house, with the king taking noticed as he killed the last of the previously attacking saiyans. After the aura had fully consumed him, it glowed brightly, astonishing everyone alive left in the area. The saiyans knew it would increase in power, but by how much?
The King stood up, raising his eyebrow and curiosity. The aura gradually dissipated, revealing Okora with red hair and eyes, a slightly skinnier body, and with a new kind of power. He could feel the energy coursing through him, and it felt… new. No one could sense his power, and he looked at the King, who levitated off the ground.
“So you’re my opponent now?” He asked.
Okora looked at his hand, and opened and closed his fist a few times before smiling mischievously. He looked back up at the armored ruler.
“Sir, I’m your FINAL opponent.” He replied with confidence.
The bystanders in the area couldn’t even see the two fighters move before they clashed fists, sending a shockwave that easily destroyed the buildings and trees around them, throwing back the six other saiyan spectators. They began exchanging blows ferociously, neither of them giving the other an inch. Okora could barely control his power, not used to containing this much power. His heartbeat increased rapidly due to the excitement.
The King kicked Okora into the air before flying after him immediately. The latter dodged the other’s punch using the blink technique before reappearing under him, slamming a ki blast into back of the King, the explosion ripping off the armor. Okora caught a punch before receiving a kick right into his face, sending him flying across the sky. Sensing the King charging in fast, he stopped himself. He flew back with speed outmatching his opponent’s, slamming his fist into the King’s armor, breaking through the armor and letting the force of the punch collide directly with his stomach.
Each blow sent out further shockwaves, each one stronger than the last. The wind picked up until it reached speeds of a hurricane. The King was stunned for a moment, coughing up blood. Okora used this opportunity to quickly gain the upperhand in the battle, dashing up and slamming his heel into the ruler’s back, sending him plummeting into the ground, creating a massive crater.
“It’s time to end this… NOW!!” Okora exclaimed, focusing his energy into his fist as he shot down towards his downed opponent, planning to end this once and for all.
However, the King had other plans. He raised his hand and focused all of his energy into his palm, sending out a powerful energy wave. Okora shouted out a battle cry as he slammed his fist into the beam head on. He was going all out as his body slowly began to beating the energy wave. “Tch….RRAAAAAHHH!!!” He shouted, putting out even more energy. Though it seemed like the King had his own hidden reserves as well, increasing his energy and making the beam easily overpower Okora, engulfing him and sending him into the air.
Okora spun out of the energy beam, letting it continue into the sky and eventually into space. His clothes were torn, his body ached, and smoke seemed to emit from his body. Though he retained his form. He didn’t even have time to recover as he felt the force of many punches meet his face, seeing the King follow up with another assault, finishing with a knee to the teenage saiyan’s stomach.
He raised his arms and attempted to bring them down upon the saiyan, but Okora’s fiery aura sprouted out furiously as the he recovered and lunged to sucker punch the King in the face. He brought back his fist. “RAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” He shouted, punching straight through the King’s chest. Everything immediately calmed down, ripping out his blood soaked arm from the man’s chest and let his lifeless body fall to the ground. Okora’s aura dissipated, and he reverted back into his base form. He fell to the ground, not having enough energy to keep himself floating.
He felt someone catch him, and heard the voice of Kairo before he blacked out.
“Holy moly… I don’t know what you were on, but you to take that. All the time.”
(Passive Ki Concealment: Energy cannot be sensed when in this form by any means.
20 Zeni)
Okora, 16 years old, found himself in a saiyan pod heading towards a planet called Planet Yurgis. Him, and about thirty other pods crash landed into the ground of the rocky planet. Their mission? Conquer the planet by any means necessary. Okora stepped out of the pod, taking a deep breath. It smelled like sweat in that small ship and he needed some fresh air. Badly. He saw his friend, Kairo, exit a pod about fifty meters away from him. Waving him down, Kairo approached the saiyan teen and they waited for the others. It wasn’t too long before the groups split off into two groups of fifteen and each of them headed into the two opposite sides of the city ahead.
The attack was almost immediately. Explosions ran throughout the city as the saiyans reigned havoc on the civilization. They didn’t even need a full moon. It wasn’t even fair. The planet’s military was the no match for power of the mighty warrior race. Okora, in the battle as well, took out soldiers left and right, slapping away their Ki based weaponry with ease. He thrusted his fist straight through the visor and into the cheek of the opposing soldier. The force of the impact alone crushed his skull. It was dead before it hit the ground.
The slaughter continued all the way until the forces reached the palace, which belonged to the ruler of this particular world. The guards who were in front of the door moved to side, not surrendering to the saiyans that stood before them, but making way for the King. This thing stepped out, tall and had peculiar armor on. No one had to sense its energy to feel his presence. Okora, standing in the front lines, knew that this would be a very different fight.
The King raised his right arm into the air, calling for everyone’s attention. The saiyans reluctantly listened, but Okora was interested in what he had to say. His very voice boomed throughout the atmosphere like a clap of thunder. The ground beneath them shook from the vibrations the phrase caused.
“This is your first and final warning. Leave this place, or your fate is sealed.” He commanded.
The saiyan leader of the assault stepped out of the crowd, walking up to the king slowly, eventually standing to face to face with him. The two warriors were both six feet tall, both intimidating in appearance. The saiyan male smirked in arrogance, replying with “Kiss my ass.” before throwing the first punch. Though the sound of skin and bone meeting metal was clear as the King easily caught the first blow before he kicked his opponent into the air, raising his hand up towards him and obliterating him with only a single blast.
Okora’s mouth opened in shock before he gritted his teeth in fear. He clenched his fists and his body shook. The attack initiated the battle as the whole saiyan force screamed in rage as they charged forward. Okora was frozen in place, he saw his comrades drop in groups as the King moved so fast he could barely see him. Blasts were seemingly fired in all directions as bloodcurdling screams faded into nothingness, signifying the eradication of the soldiers
Okora felt a hand grab his shoulder and immediately turned around, slapping it off of him. It was then that he realized that it was Kairo, looking at him with a distressed look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing? Come on!”
He grabbed Okora by the arm and they flew behind a destroyed building, where they met with five other saiyans who were also smart enough to take a step back and observe the situation. They talked over the sounds of explosions coming from the slaughter that was going on ahead of them. Kairo spoke first.
“This is insane! Who the hell has this kind of power?”
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that we are clearly outmatched here.” Okora replied.
Another saiyan spoke, clenching his fist as he wanted to battle. “Maybe if we fought him together?”
Another person next to him lightly slapped him in the head. “Did you not see the large number of us that fought him at once. Listen! You can hear the screams!”
The previous one shot back with his voice. “Then let’s stop acting like cowards and go out there and help them! We are an elite warrior race! We shouldn’t be sitting here and-”
“SHUT UP.” Kairo exclaimed, “There’s no way any of us are going to win. We aren’t going to flee, we need to figure out a way to beat this guy?”
Okora had an idea, though he wasn’t sure how many people would agree with it. “How about instead of fighting him together, we put our power into one person, that way they might have another chance to beat them.”
“Hold on, let’s not get crazy. You can’t be serious. I’m no coward. I’m not gonna have other people fight my battles for m-”
“No one gives a shit about your damn pride.” Okora replied furiously, “I know how this sounds, but this is more than that. You either go out and die in vain like a fool, or consider this idea and maybe actually survive. Unless you want to go back and tell the king that you failed your mission, maybe even get exiled and labeled an outcast.”
Okora’s speech silenced the saiyans, with Kairo muttering “Damn.”
Kairo further broke the tension with a question. “Alright, since there seems to be no further objections, I think Okora should be the vessel. It was his idea after all.”
The other saiyans agreed, but Okora wasn’t sure it was because they respected or they hoped that he would go out by himself and get slaughter by the King as well. Gathering around him, they put their hands forward, and closed their eyes as they poured their energy into Okora. He could feel his power increase at a large rate, but then felt something ...different. At first, a blue aura surrounded them, but focused on Okora’s body. He rose up above the house, with the king taking noticed as he killed the last of the previously attacking saiyans. After the aura had fully consumed him, it glowed brightly, astonishing everyone alive left in the area. The saiyans knew it would increase in power, but by how much?
The King stood up, raising his eyebrow and curiosity. The aura gradually dissipated, revealing Okora with red hair and eyes, a slightly skinnier body, and with a new kind of power. He could feel the energy coursing through him, and it felt… new. No one could sense his power, and he looked at the King, who levitated off the ground.
“So you’re my opponent now?” He asked.
Okora looked at his hand, and opened and closed his fist a few times before smiling mischievously. He looked back up at the armored ruler.
“Sir, I’m your FINAL opponent.” He replied with confidence.
The bystanders in the area couldn’t even see the two fighters move before they clashed fists, sending a shockwave that easily destroyed the buildings and trees around them, throwing back the six other saiyan spectators. They began exchanging blows ferociously, neither of them giving the other an inch. Okora could barely control his power, not used to containing this much power. His heartbeat increased rapidly due to the excitement.
The King kicked Okora into the air before flying after him immediately. The latter dodged the other’s punch using the blink technique before reappearing under him, slamming a ki blast into back of the King, the explosion ripping off the armor. Okora caught a punch before receiving a kick right into his face, sending him flying across the sky. Sensing the King charging in fast, he stopped himself. He flew back with speed outmatching his opponent’s, slamming his fist into the King’s armor, breaking through the armor and letting the force of the punch collide directly with his stomach.
Each blow sent out further shockwaves, each one stronger than the last. The wind picked up until it reached speeds of a hurricane. The King was stunned for a moment, coughing up blood. Okora used this opportunity to quickly gain the upperhand in the battle, dashing up and slamming his heel into the ruler’s back, sending him plummeting into the ground, creating a massive crater.
“It’s time to end this… NOW!!” Okora exclaimed, focusing his energy into his fist as he shot down towards his downed opponent, planning to end this once and for all.
However, the King had other plans. He raised his hand and focused all of his energy into his palm, sending out a powerful energy wave. Okora shouted out a battle cry as he slammed his fist into the beam head on. He was going all out as his body slowly began to beating the energy wave. “Tch….RRAAAAAHHH!!!” He shouted, putting out even more energy. Though it seemed like the King had his own hidden reserves as well, increasing his energy and making the beam easily overpower Okora, engulfing him and sending him into the air.
Okora spun out of the energy beam, letting it continue into the sky and eventually into space. His clothes were torn, his body ached, and smoke seemed to emit from his body. Though he retained his form. He didn’t even have time to recover as he felt the force of many punches meet his face, seeing the King follow up with another assault, finishing with a knee to the teenage saiyan’s stomach.
He raised his arms and attempted to bring them down upon the saiyan, but Okora’s fiery aura sprouted out furiously as the he recovered and lunged to sucker punch the King in the face. He brought back his fist. “RAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” He shouted, punching straight through the King’s chest. Everything immediately calmed down, ripping out his blood soaked arm from the man’s chest and let his lifeless body fall to the ground. Okora’s aura dissipated, and he reverted back into his base form. He fell to the ground, not having enough energy to keep himself floating.
He felt someone catch him, and heard the voice of Kairo before he blacked out.
“Holy moly… I don’t know what you were on, but you to take that. All the time.”
(Passive Ki Concealment: Energy cannot be sensed when in this form by any means.
20 Zeni)
