Post by Ghost Banzo on May 29, 2018 13:51:56 GMT -6
The sands whipped around him as he inhaled slowly, looking at the vast wastes of the Diablo Desert. It was empty, a good place to train. Nobody here would be hurt by power going out of control. Nobody would burn if a ki blast went wide. He had arranged to meet Terryn here, and the young man should be along shortly. Cracking his neck, the buff Saiyan hefted his body up onto his hands, and focused.
With a grit of his teeth, he pushed his Ki down, and lifted his fingers, leaving him balanced on the thin digits. On top of his feet was a massive hunk of rock, and he wobbled for a moment, nearly dropping it. However, he managed to stay in place, and slowly began to relax his arms. His face lowering, it stopped just before the ground. Then, with a grunt of effort, he rose once more, brow beading with sweat. While he was waiting for his friend to get there, he might as well get a head start. Time was ticking down on an hour glass with an obscured upper bulb, after all.
None of them knew how much time they had left until the Arcosians decided to attack in force, but it would probably be soon. He had felt increasingly large power signatures during his travels, but he frequently didn't make it in time to find their owners. Still, forces were gathering. It was only a matter of time until this gathering pressure exploded into something more.
Post by Captain Terryn on Jun 6, 2018 6:33:39 GMT -6
| To Be The Best: Preparing for War |
Terryn's PL: 42,000
PL MULTIPLIERS: None
''God, I hate sand.''
He trodded through the yellow-orange desert with hestitance. ''It's coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere...'' The Pride Trooper spoke to himself- where had he heard that before? Terryn shrugged, he had better things to do than mull over the dumb references he tends to make.
Banzo really had a thing for training in deserts, didn't he? Sure, it was vast and empty and all, but god was it warm. And dry. Couldn't he have picked some quaint meadow nobody would care about if they happened to fuck it up beyond repair?
Not that he really had any right to complain. You couldn't be picky when your planet was about to be invaded by a gigantic armada of refrigerated space lizards.
Through the darkened view of his sunglasses, Terryn spotted a vague figure in the distance. Burly, tall...Glistening pecs. Yep, that was Banzo alright.
''HEY!'' Terryn called out to the hulk of a Saiyan, sticking his hand into the air as he quickened his pace. ''I followed the smell of testosterone and sweat, and look who it lead me to!-'' Terryn snickered as he finally stood before Banzo. He took off his sunglasses and quickly clipped them onto his tanktop. ''Good to see ya, dude.'' The Trooper smiled faintly as he held out his fist for a totally dude-bro fistbump.
Terryn briefly looked around him with a grin, before looking back to the Saiyan.
''So, what makes this Desert better than the last one we trained at? Cause I honestly can't tell the bloody difference.''
He probably shouldn't be bantering right now, considering the gravity of the situation- but he simply couldn't help it. Probably the heat getting to him? Let's go with that.
Post by Ghost Banzo on Jun 7, 2018 14:36:20 GMT -6
As Terryn approached, Banzo grinned, dropping out of his pose and letting the hunk of rock fall to earth. Dusting his hands, he walked towards the young man and gave him a friendly fist-bump. Looking him up and down, he whistled. "Well, damn. Someone's been trainin'. Yer on my resting level now, boyo. Nice job." Indeed, Terryn was now level with Banzo's resting power. Of course, Oozaru still put the Saiyan further forwards, but even so. This pretty much made Terryn one of the strongest people around.
When the young man mentioned the differing desert though, Banzo coughed awkwardly. "So, uh... apparently the Fortuneteller Desert is currently an active crime scene for someone destroying an ancient pyramid. So no training there." He studiously avoided mentioning the fact they both knew, specifically the fact that it had been Terryn who crashed into it. "Supposedly they want to fine said person?"
Clapping his palms together, he grinned. "SO! We're here instead. Reminds me, I ran into someone you might know recently. Gal named Ramen? She uh... seemed quite adamant that you were the SECOND strongest human alive." He chuckled, before a devious grin crossed his face. "She did have better technique than you, though. Also a lot more daring. I mean, challenging me to a fight in public? She clearly doesn't know much about Saiyan Culture, that could be horribly misconstrued."
Then, he winced. "Also, is she crazy or something? She uh... insisted I take the fight seriously when she fired her strongest attack. So I went Oozaru and used my strongest blast. Knocked her straight on her ass, it was about three times stronger than her after all."
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