Another day, another criminal. This time, someone had tried to break on to the Tenkaichi Budokai Grounds. Why? Well, apparently, he believed that the grounds housed the million zeni that were given out every year. Truly riveting material. The police had quickly came to apprehend the man, and, as usual, thanked him for his valiant service and left. The grounds themselves had attracted some attention due to this little incident, however, so many people were conversing, with some even sparring. This gave him a great idea. Without hesitation, he rose above the crowd an let out a decree.
"My fellow citizens, I come with a request. I wish to spar with anyone here who is willing. If anyone wishes to give me a hand in this request, please step forward!" Once this request was echoed, many of the people returned to their more local conversations. No one seemed to want to help. How sad.
Sigma comes looking for a fight (a friendly one, anyway)
Someone out there wanted to fight and Gita was in his boredom state as usual with the casual lit of his cigarette, his poor dress code demeanor being a wrinkled pale blue page robe which was unkept, and also his attitude of being carefree. He was with the girls again, Shymer who was the confident and bold of the sisters and yellow in skin, while Gleem was the shy and timid sister who was blue. Shymer had patted Gita on his back and smirked.
"Hey Gita, why don't you go over there and give that guy over there on what he really wants. a fight."
Gita sighed and started to walk away as Gleem blocked his path with her hands onto his chest.
"Oh come on Gita, it will be, fun..."
With her shy like demeanor, Gita was shocked that she insisted that he went. After brushing past her slightly, Shymer was quick to grab Gita and hurl him straight towards the ring. Landing onto the stage and rising to his feet as he scratched his head, he grunted in frustration as the crowd started to cheer on the newcomer who had just arrive. Gita now stood to his feet, cursing Shymer and Gleem as he placed both his hands in his pocket and stared down his opponent.
"Lets make this quick..."
With those words being said, a soccer ball had poof into existence on the ground in front of him. He quickly bounced the ball into the air with his right foot and quickly performed a 360 spin and kicked the ball that was aimed straight to Sigma, hoping to impact his body and send him flying.
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2019 6:17:38 GMT -6 by Gita: Adding gleem skin color
Sigma's request seemed to yet still be unanswered, at least until a soccer ball came careening into his chest knocking him out of the air and flat on his back. Now he was being given a challenger, a Namekian by the looks of things. His power was... certainly something, but who was he to pass down a good sparring match?
"Well met stranger, but just between you and me, you're gonna have to try a little harder than that." He quickly shot into the air before pumping his body full of ki. He then quickly rushed down the challenger, aiming to deliver a flurry of blows before using a swift kick to knock him out of the ring.
This was sure to be fun.
Welp, here's to getting rolled. Imma go out with style at least.
The ball had done little effect on the man and he smirked as he had his hands into his pockets and started to walk towards him.
"Based on appearance alone. You seem to be a saiyan."
The man quick rushed him as Gita so carelessly took the blows of the man's incoming fist attack. They were so weak that it was laughable at best. However the man then had changed directions and sending a straight side kick instead. Which Gita caught with his left hand and with his free one, he would attempt to grab the saiyan's tail and hurl him straight to the edge of the ring if this was successful enough.
"I have met many saiyans. Each who was strong. I take it for a man your age, you haven't train that much compared to your fellow brothers and sisters."
Whether or not the throwing was a success or not, he would then hurl his body straight at the man and deliver a series of blows at him as well. Adding the punches and kicks that the man had delivered to him.
"You clearly have the determination to do what you want, you just don't have the power to do as you please."
Oh, the tournament grounds. Ashi had been here before, for that tournament, right? The really crowded one with that jerk Saiyan in it? The actual details of what had gone on during that big fight specifically had fallen from her mind, but still, one thing was for certain - this was a great place for her to go try out that new power technique she'd been trying to get the hang of! It was almost certain that somebody would be wanting to go and give her a fight she would at least find acceptable enough for practice. With a smirk on her face, the Orange Star Goon proudly entered the tournament grounds, and glanced around as she tried to find someone who'd be capable of putting on a solid show for her. That one guy stretching in the corner looked way too scrawny, so no, not him. Then there were those beefcakes in the back.
Nah, they'd just spend the whole fight talking about their 'protein count' and what have you. Then, Ashi's attention was finally caught by two people who seemed to be in somewhat of a tussle, with a small crowd having formed around them to watch. Her curiosity piqued, the Konatsian wandered over and found a Namekian and a Saiyan, fighting with... A soccer ball? She wasn't so sure what kind of martial arts style that was, but, who was she to judge? Out of curiosity, Ashi tapped her star scouter glasses to size up the two fighters, and... "Whoa, whoa whoa," she had to say as she slowly climbed into the ring and made a 'T' with her arms to get the two to stop fighting. "Dude," she said towards the Namekian, "You're like over three times stronger than this dude, this ain't no fair fight if I ever saw one! Where's the fun in even watching a beat down like this, huh?"
Ashi shook her head and glanced over at the Saiyan. "Also, you ain't so smart for even accepting a challenge from this guy - provided you're here willingly. Though I'm thinkin' it's more on the other guy for even wanting to fight ya, so..." Ashi cracked her neck back and forth as she took some steps back. "Why not make this fight a three some, huh? I'm certain I can provide a more thrilling challenge for both of you."
Yanwang had gained a lot of power from his training but he so far had no way to test it. So he decided to head to where everyone would test it. The Techkachi Toury ground or whatever it was called. That middle word had been too hard from him to say or write so Toury grounds was good enough for him. Yanwang shuffled around as he saw people already fighting at one of the rings. Maybe he could fight the winner of this fight. That seemed to the best idea in his mind. Yanwang bounced off heading towards them. When he arrived he noticed three people in the ring was a saiyan man and a Namekian. The Namekian gave him an odd feeling but was unsure from where. The other was some Green Haired woman. The green-haired one woman also looked pretty odd at least her outfit did. He felt he had seen something like it before.
He lost focus on that when he heard something about all three of them fighting. This was perfect he'd just have to overstep this green-haired woman. He was strong enough to take all of them on easy. He was the strongest on earth afterall. No one could stand up to him. Yanwang leaped past Ashi. "I like this green-haired person plan expect you all should fight me instead. Three on one. I am the strongest around here for sure so it would be only fair if all three of you fought me at once." Yanwang pointed at himself confident they would accept this challenge. Who would not want to fight Yanwang he was the coolest person around.
Just as he had honestly expected, his attacks did little. Well, at least then kick almost him, that was surely a step. Before Sigma could react to the quick blocks, Gita grabbed his leg, making a grab for where Sigma's tail should've been. However, some time ago, Sigma's parents had apparently cut off his tail. Good thing, too, this battle served as more proof it would've been a hassle. Gita proceeded to throw him anyway before throwing out a flurry of punches and kicks. The first few Sigma was able to temper a little, but after that, they all came crashing straight through into him. After hitting the ground, he stood and began to retort.
"Well, my good man, it's easy to see your fantastic ability. You're right that I can't train as much as my brothers and sisters but, well, that's life for me. I have other things. I only use my power to fight evil, so, with few exceptions, I don't need to be uber powerful (though I want to be there eventually). Anyway, stranger, let's continue." After his mini-monologue, Sigma puffed out his chest and was preparing to unleash the Sigma Beam upon his enemy. Just as he was about to fire, however, a new individual stepped in, stopping the fight. She seemed to take issue with Sigma being so much weaker, to which Sigma gave a quick response.
"Hey, I knew I was outmatched, but, as the hero of Central City, I have to prepared to fight anything, though, your appreciation is very much welcome. I accept your challenge." Sigma readied himself, but, yet again, another person came to interrupt their sparring match, this time a man who looked different from the rest of the people he'd seen. He proposed that all three of them fight him, proposing that he could take all of them on at once. Based on the power coming from the man, he may not have been bluffing. Sigma gave a smirk upon his offer.
"Well, you're not all wrong to say I'm the weakest here, but I won't let words hold me back. I AM SIGMA, AND I WON'T BE HELD DOWN BY YOUR NOTIONS OF POWER." Without warning, Sigma charged headlong at the newest challenger, delivering the fastest flurry of punches and kicks he could muster. Even if he could land one hit against such a monumental enemy, it would be something.
Ok, nice, we're doing this now. Notes for all, I don't have a tail and therefore Oozaru. Make of that what you will.KP: 3/3 (No KP Action this post)
Russé is among the crowed watching the fights unfold in the Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament, a source of entertainment and an opportunity to study the arts of battle in the idealistic viewpoint of the half Saiyan, very important to watch the combatants movement, their fighting patterns, what signature techniques they use on one another, all for the sake of improving his own skills. Being influenced by the crowed cheering and making various noises, Ruse couldn't help but join in on the fun, he didn't know any of these fighters but it was exciting to watch all the same.
The feeling of excitement washed away as a criminal was discovered in the tournament which was thankfully handled by a fellow Saiyan and the police handled the rest. What's going to happen with the tournament the humanoid monkey pondered. Activity resumes and the Saiyan who saved the day is requesting for a spar by calling out to the crowds, Russé being able to sense his power is roughly close to his own, an opportunity to have another spar of even terms is hard to pass up. "I'll accept your request!" he replied before flying out into the ring with confidence, he descended on the ground and got into a fighting stance, however he isn't the only one to accept this warriors proposal.
Three strong levels of power joined in as well, a Namekian tried to take this guy out with a soccer ball and succeeded, luckily it didn't keep him on the ground for long, his power is way too strong for either saiyan, so much for a fair fight. Russé watched both of them are getting ready to throw down until a third party, a woman with green hair interrupted the fight noting how insanely strong compared to the other guy, she offered to give him a fair challenge.
Then ANOTHER great source of power got into the ring, he seems to be the strongest and he wants all of them to fight him at the same time. "Oh boy...this outcome is going to be interesting.." a sweat drop appeared on his head. Sigma charged at the ogre and Russé proceeded to do the same, he attempted to attack the warrior with a flurry of spinning kicks.
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Just when Gita was about to continue the fight, he had stretched both his arms out in a means of stretching out his bones and yawning quite a bit from being bored. He then cleaned his inner ear with his pinky as he pulled out earwax as this lady spoke to him out of nowhere. Being rather bored of the situation as she spoke, he flickered the earwax from his finger and to the ground.
"Your logic as of right now is pretty flawed. First of all, I didn't even want to fight this guy at all. My two partners threw me in the ring because they wanted me to fight this guy. I had no interest in fighting him in the first place. But when you have a crowd that cheered you on. I was just planning to make quick work and just leave. Secondly, well, I can't sense ki nor do I have those fancy devices to read power levels like the fleet and saiyan kingdom does."
Then he started to chuckle as he let out a big laugh as she started to say that they both should team up in order to fight her.
"You must be joking right? I found out how strong he does. He isn't exactly worth being a partner in order to fight you. No offense."
He'd look to Sigma and then back at the orange stargoon. Then all of a sudden, Yanwang had showed up and Gita was just now baffled at the situation. Just how many people were going to enter this fight that was only meant for two people in the first place?! This was just starting to get more and more exciting by the second as he smirked and showed his canine tooth.
"Hey, haven't I seen you before red man?"
Since the man had stated for them to team up against him, he shrugged and looked to Ashi.
"Well if he really wants us to fight him together. then he must be strong. Mind telling me how strong he is green hair woman?"
Then coming out of nowhere, it was another saiyan yet again. Just how many saiyans has Gita met he had thought this in his mind as he sighed to himself. Counting his fingers. Casca, the one dude on namek, it was becoming like a broken record at this point and he wasn't sure whether he should be happy or pissed off that there was so many saiyans.
Ashi quite literally couldn't stop herself from letting out a snort when the weaker guy called himself 'the hero of Central City'. That snort quickly turned into a giggle, which erupted into a few seconds of full blown laughter. And... Were those tears in the corners of her eyes? "Oh, God, I'm sorry," she had to say as the laughter finally dwindled down, and she wiped her eyes with the side of her hand. "Really, I am sorry, I did not think I would laugh that hard, and I don't mean to embarrass you or anything. It's just that, well, me and my buddies almost destroyed Central City, like, three weeks ago, and uh, I don't believe you were there trying to stop us? It was mostly the orange Saiyan and his Sephiroth looking friend." Not that this little guy really could've done anything if he'd been there, just the gall of calling himself the hero of Central City was, well, humorous to her.
The fun was not meant to last, however, for pretty soon, another challenger entered the ring. He actually looked familiar, though. "Oh, hey, I know you," Ashi boredly stated towards the ogre. She couldn't remember if she'd caught his name before, though. "Sup?" If he wanted to fight, she didn't really mind. Yeah, he was probably way tougher than anyone else present - including the third new guy who barged in demanding a fight - but it would also make for a good test of her new power, right? If they all wanted to throw themselves at the guy, then they were more than welcome to, but Ashi was just going to wait and see how the ogre responded to the two weaklings that had launched themselves at him before she made any of her own moves.
Although, this Namekian was pretty annoying. "'Scuse me? I don't believe 'but muh friend told me to do et!' has ever been a valid excuse for, like, anything?" she replied with her arms crossed over her chest towards the slug man. "I'd say you're the one with the flawed logic, buddy. And I can't say I have any interest in fighting alongside you, either." Ashi cracked her neck back and forth, and then whipped her sword right out of its sheathe, twirling it around playfully in her hand. "But fighting you sounds like fun. So, let's dance, slug boy!" With that, Ashi leaped forwards towards the Namekian, her sword firmly gripped in her hand as she slashed it right out towards his chest with enough power to send a gust of wind flying through the air after her sword.
Yanwang looked around confused. The crowd of four now became a party of five. He liked the big group up but they always became so slow. He looked at Sigma who seemed to still willing to fight after just getting punched guess he was kinda tough. Plus he was willing to attack him head-on. Then the new guy also was going to attack him this was great now he'd have four on one. That would really test his skills. He'd looked at Ashi who seemed to know him. "Where would you know me from?" Confusion spread on his face as the two men came at him in slow motion at least to him. They were so slow but he was not paying attention. The first Spinning Kick from Russe woke up him before one of the blows from Sigma made him snap back to the part where he was in a fight. Annoyance slashed on his face these two were not due.
Yanwang reached one arm out to attempt to grab Russe attack mid-kick and he used his other arm to grab block Sigma's punches. It was pretty easy. He'd looked over to see that the Green haired Woman was focused on the Namekian. Now he'd not get what he wanted. Well if it was just the four of them he could hold back a little less. He'd attempted to first swing Russe if he managed to grab him right into Sigma to send them both flying before running towards Ashi and Gita. His muscles would bulk up as he did his power skyrocketing. He'd attempt to leap in and kick Ashi in the back and send her flying at Gita so he could hit them both and set up some mean attack afterwords. "I need to be tested all four of you will due," Yanwang said in a potty voice.
Pump Up Powerlevel:375,000/250,000 Kp:7/7
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2019 12:09:23 GMT -6 by Yanwang: added color coat
Russé isn't quite thrilled his assault is stopped by the stronger foe, he shouldn't be too surprised about it, this guy has far more combat experience compared to him, however there is something about this guy's energy signature he couldn't put a finger on, its strangely familiar. It reminded him of a power signature from a cloaked individual he encountered in bamboo forest, is this the same guy?
Russé became so distracted he let his guard down for the ogre to grab a hold of his leg and swing him around like a rag doll, the saiyan's body is colliding towards the other saiyan and there is nothing he can do about it, this is going to hurt. "Whoa! Ow!" rubbing his back upon impact, he is dizzy from his world spinning around but he isn't out of the fight just yet, two large Ki orbs formed in both hands, throwing them towards Sigma due to their stronger opponent occupying himself with he other fighters.
Well this stinks. Sigma had intended to have a one on one and now all of these people were fighting for different, more personal reasons. Now everyone had focused their attention on everyone but him and it was kind of annoying. Sigma was quite an attention-seeking man, so this couldn't stand.
And all this after he did nothing with his little onslaught. Yanwang then tossed Russe into Sigma and everything was going downhill. As he rose to deliver his zinger of a retort, Russe sent an attack at him, landing and doing quite a bit of damage. Now it was annoying.
"Ugh, I just wanted to fight someone one on one, and now its evolved into... this! I'm gonna head home now. I must get ready for the coming days." With that, Sigma flew into the distance at high speeds. He knew he could sometimes be a little full of himself, but this? This was much more than was typical.
Oct 18, 2019 16:18:45 GMT -6
Scallio: He'd spent his entire childhood with space right outside his window. He watched for years as planets came and went like the seasons. One of two constants in his world of continuous change.