Cress, covered in a white aura, soared through the northern skies of Earth. He’d just left the house he’d made in Mount Paozu, wanting to check on it as per usual. He stuck around the place for a while before deciding he should head back to base and train Kalabas. Kalabas wasn’t too strong (at least compared to him), but he felt he could change that.
Fighting him with their differences in power would be very boring, and it wasn’t very entertaining to dish out free zenkais. He’d come up with the perfect solution: image training. That way he could be somewhat evenly matched with Kalabas.
The location of the base’s hidden entrance quickly came into sight, signalling him to start slowing down and to start descending. He gently landed in the hole in the side of the mountain and walked up to the blast doors, which were quickly opened and closed after passing a guard.
Cress followed the halls to the training room, which would be his final destination. Now all he needed to do was get a hold of Kalabas. Taking a device out of his pocket, he started to leave Kalabas a voice message.
“Come to the training room if you want some image training. It’s the best thing I could think of to get you stronger besides leaving you crippled or boring myself to death.”
Ending the message, he slid the device back into the pocket and sat on a nearby bench and waited.
Kalabas’ desert shack was a far cry from his childhood fortress, but in it, all of his belongings were carefully arranged in a way that was both pleasant to the eye and absolutely cramped.
It took a long while for Kalabas to squeeze through coffers bursting with zeni and vitrines replete with awards and books and such oddities, but he managed to get hold of his PDA and hear Cress’ message the very same day it was sent.
Intrigued, the saiyan repeated to himself the message as he took off his gold-embroidered silk morning gown and put on his new armour, which was like to the old one but without the cracks, holes, blood and mud stains, and all sorts of nasty stuff.
Feeling clean and sharply dressed, Kalabas, no, Duke Kalabas, brushed his hair one last time before opening the bathroom window and using it as an impromptu exit. He slammed it shut quite loudly, waking up his mule, which had a bite and a temper twice as bad as any guard dog.
Twenty minutes later, a shivering Kalabas was let into the mountain base, where Vegeta’s last hope was noticeably absent. The saiyan sighed, it seemed like he would have to wait some more to have his claim on the Duchy of Strongbone confirmed by Vocado’s royal decree. It was a shame, until the signing of the document, he was, technically speaking, as much of a Duke as Cress.
Speaking of Cress, Kalabas found his comrade sitting in the training room, possibly teed off for having to wait for so long. To make sure that the scary gorilla man wouldn't cripple him for life, the saiyan had bought a snack while passing through South City Mall.
”Many greetings. If you’re well, then that’s good, and I’m well too.” He said while handing his trainer a bag of croutons, ”Tell me, brother of mine, what is this image training you speak of?”
Sitting on the bench and awaiting Kalabas’ arrival, he did some solo image training to pass the time. Minutes passed before he ended his mental training session after hearing the sound of the door opening. Looking to his right, he spotted Kalabas entering the room. From there, the two struck a conversation.
“I am.” he responded to the statement while taking Kalabas’ gift in hand. While Kalabas spoke, he inspected what was inside the bag before opening it and chowing down on the croutons inside. Croutons weren’t really his thing, but it was something. To his surprise, Kalabas stated that he didn’t know what image training was. “Surely you’ve heard of image training before!”
“It’s a way of training in your mind. It can also be done with another person., so it's useful for situations where you have limited space. Another plus is you can still grow in strength at a decent rate by doing it.”
After explaining what it was to Kalabas, if he didn’t already know, he would rise from the bench and walk over to a mat on the floor while motioning his hand to tell Kalabas to follow behind. Once Kalabas stood across from him, he’d speak. “Ready?”
If he responded with a yes, he would sit on the mat with his legs crossed. From there, he would cross his arms and legs and close his eyes. He'd try and briefly explain image training to Kalabas, but he didn't know if it'd work or not since he didn't have any prior experience.
Even after having the basics explained to him, Kalabas’ confusion was obvious from the way he squinted as his best acquaintance sat on the mat and adopted a meditative pose.
Unlike Cress, Kalabas wasn't that eager to freeze his limbs in place for hours on end, eyes closed as if asleep and mind either empty or overflowing with a maelstrom of spiritual energy. It was just… silly. Still, it'd be awfully rude, and stupid, to decline help from the man who had so consistently given him the time of day, painful stoic and not wholly unintentional jabs aside.
The saiyan sighed, crouched in front of Cress, and adopted the pose taught to him by papa Strongbone. Fists closed, knuckles turned inward and applying pressure on his sternum, he waited for an ethereal rapture that didn't take too long to come.
As far as he could tell, his chakras were attuned and he was one with the ki. Would he need an avatar for the coming fight? Probably.
It was an almost ego-shattering experience when Kalabas forced himself into conceptualising who he was at his most primal, but the resulting Id-self disgusted his consciousness a fair bit, so he tried to assume the form of what he believed himself to want to be.
This self-idealisation came as a majesty draped in parchment and silver shackles, five inches taller than in real life but lacking in muscle. It still looked like Kalabas, only considerably older and scarred. A laurel wreath jutted from its white mane like horns, shining gold and almighty. This form was embarrassing, to think that someone besides himself would see the personification of his own dreams was enough for the saiyan to begin again.
Dispelling the white lies and the self-aggrandizing delusions, the Duke kept only the wreath, donning a garb not dissimilar to the armour he wore in real life at the present time, if only a bit more… baroque.
Kalabas felt like a toddler going ham on the family's blaster, oblivious to what exactly he was doing but nevertheless aware that something was happening.
Cress, having already used image training on multiple occasions in the past, was able to replicate his body inside his mind with relative ease. Looking down at his hands and the rest of his body, he saw himself just as he would on the outside. Now I have to explain the rest to him, he mused.
Next, the two would need to link their minds so they could interact. Talking on the inside and outside, he began to explain the next step to him in the simplest and most helpful way he could. He’d try and do most of the work here, which should take some of the load off of Kalabas.
If things went according to plan, Kalabas would see Cress pop into existence and vice versa.
Kalabas looked sort of different than how he usually did, but since he was a beginner that was to be expected.
“Neat, huh?” he asked. “In here, I can limit myself as much as I like. So, how about we get to it now?”
As Kalabas experimented his perceived sense of touch by booping the tip of his idea of a nose, Cress carried on with the lesson, and soon appeared before the duke exactly as he was in real life. Kalabas felt overdressed for what would ultimately be an imaginary battle, and took a mental note to have a gold corolla forged in style of the one he now dispelled with a passing thought. He welcomed his superior with a nod and a wave, only now realising that they were the only 'things’ in 'existence’.
The endless void surrounding him and his comrade, suspected Kalabas, remained inert because no will had forced the nothing into something. The fighter smiled quite broadly, smug as the trappings of a plan came into his mind, and consequently, the dreamscape. What would happen, he wondered, if he were to fiddle around with some waves?
“Rejoice Cress, you may not have to handicap yourself here… Rather, it is I who will have to exercise caution. Have at you!”
A flash of light, emanating inward from Kalabas’ left iris, burnt itself into his optic nerve, fulminating his neurons with concentrated blutz. In only a second the saiyan doubled, tripled, quadrupled in size, growing more and more with each passing instant. Already a giant in his normal form, as an oozaru Kalabas was immense.
And somehow even more stupid.
The beast roared, beating his chest with wild fury, looking down on the saiyan with cruel red eyes. His animal brain didn't perceive the opponent as a threat. The two of them were saiyans, so why would they ever fight? Instead, the ape released a confused bellow.
Cress raised a brow when Kalabas informed him that he had no need to handicap himself. Kalabas seemed so sure of himself, what did he have up his sleeve? After a flash of light went off, Kalabas began to change dramatically. Cress knew those changes anywhere- he was transforming into a Great Ape! I didn’t expect him to do that.
With a towering beast in front of him, he prepared to fight. A loud roar sounded through the void, eliminating the quiet. Cress immediately readied himself for a potential ki blast that might come after the roar, as they usually did. Seconds passed before he came to the conclusion that no such thing would occur.
Kalabas seemed to be confused.
“Kalabas, how the hell do you even lose your mind within your own mind?” he asked. “That’s the most mental shit he’d ever heard of, no pun intended!” he finished. Cress sighed and shook his head. “Let’s just fight! That's what were here for!” he boomed as his aura flared out around him. Rearing his hand back, teal and white ki manifested around the hand as he prepared to use it against Kalabas.
Suddenly, he’d thrust his arm forward and release the ki from his grasp, letting it fire in the form of an energy wave. The question was, just how powerful was Kalabas in his current state?
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The tiny man flapped his gums, and while the monstrous monkey could not quite understand squat of what he was being told, the voice reaching his ears revealed a plethora of emotions, ranging from playful confusion to… was that the excitement of a challenge?
Like the confused animal he was, Kalabas knew not how to react. Who was this puny excuse of a man? How strong was the energy flowing in his veins? Would dodging his attacks be seen as a sign of weakness and discredit his alpha status? Wait, where was the moon? Where was the rest of his pack? Was he fighting alone?
For Cress. He was the one about to face the primal side of the universe's utmost warrior race.
Cress’ ki blast cut through the darkness, shimmering white and blue, which happened to be the colours the great ape hated over any others.
A giant hand swatted the blast into the void, to forever soar through an empty infinity until the end of times. Retaliation was surprisingly swift, Kalabas opened his bloodthirsty maw and from it came an outpour of wild, unfocused ki.
It had been so long since the beast was last unleashed! How good it felt, great! To destroy! To fight! To exist once more, no longer tucked away from Kalabas’ sprawling ego! The oozaru wanted to destroy! And fight! And kill! First he would scoop out Cress’ metaphysical ribcage, and then, seize control of Kalabas’ body!
This was not a fight anymore, it was a war… for Kalabas!
Big and hairy Kalabas has turned into a somehow bigger and hairier version of himself! And that version is EVIL! || Base PL: 10000 || Transformed PL: 50000
Cress’ attack raced towards his target, a signal that the fight had begun. With a quick motion of the hand, Kalabas had swatted it to the side like it was a fly with such ease. “Impressive! I don’t know how strong you are now, but we’ll just have to find out!” he boomed, a smirk forming.
Soon after, Cress found himself to be the target of a ki wave, coming from none other than the massive Kalabas. He needed to react quickly, otherwise he’d get hit or take decent damage. Letting his instincts take control, he redirected ki to his arm to perform his Kini Beam technique.
Thrusting his hand forward in the direction of the incoming attack, destructive ki raced from his palm in the form of an energy wave, ready to eliminate the threat that was Kalabas’ beam. The Kini Beam required him to use one-third of his regular ki reserve. That should be enough to deal with his attack.
Just as he’d assumed, his attack pierced Kalabas’ own like a needle puncturing the skin. Kalabas’ beam was completely ran through, dispersing around his own. Now it was Kalabas’ turn to react, or risk getting blasted in the face.
Fired [N1] Soul Comet! (called Kini Gun IC) at Kalabas! 14,883 PL. KP 3/3 > 2/3
This little speck of flesh didn't appear to be too worried by the mouth beam, going as far as mouthing something that the great ape placed between surprise and confidence… perhaps even pride?
How dare he!?
The beast howled, eyes red with anger as the Soul Comet overwhelmed his attack with such ease. This was not the time for confusion or clever tactics, this Kalabas was whole different animal from the noble Cress had rescued. No, he was going to block the ki blast, showing just how little of a threat the peasant saiyan truly was.
Among the few thing the two Kalabas shared like one were some techniques, which were quite spectacular in spite of their low numbers. Of these techniques, the least used by either forms was Wonderwall, a move learnt from his father and therefore tainted by his memory. Kalabas hated that move, and understandably so.
A giant wall of ki, bigger than the now Kalabas, materialised between the Soul Comet and its target, so golden and powerful that one would think to be unbreakable… Not so.
Cress’ blast dissipated upon hitting Wonderwall, but the barrier rebounded, spiderwebs of cracks appearing all over it before the ki construct crumbled with an almost thunder-like sound.
The oozaru opened his mouth, not to attack but just frozen with shock.
“Rrgh… Grrrr! RAAAAAAAAAAAH!’
KALABAS uses [N1] Wonderwall (PL: 16500) to block CRESS’ [N1] Soul Comet (PL: 14,883 PL)! KALABAS’ KP lowers from 3 to 2!
Cress was impressed as Kalabas manifested a wall of ki to defend against his attack, but how effective would it be against defending against his attack? He’d get his answer quickly as his attack slammed into the barrier, only for it to loose its shape and dissipate.
That proved something- the two were equals now. Maybe Kalabas was even stronger than him? That only made the fight more exciting, though. Cress had enough techniques up his sleeve to come out the victor of his battle if he played his cards right.
Kalabas’ barrier shattered just a second after his attack dissipated, showing that the two had cancelled each other out. Judging by the look on Kalabas’ face, he wasn’t expecting him to be this strong. Being able to compete against a Great Ape in base form was not something to laugh at, especially when Kalabas was a few time stronger than your average saiyan.
Cress reformed his battle stance as Kalabas roared. In a burst of speed, he would jet from where he once stood to Kalabas’ chest. Flexing his muscles, he would unleash a flurry of punches all aimed at Kalabas’ chest, before attempting to finish off with yet another ki blast of teal and white.
In the shimmering darkness of your mindscape, nobody can hear you rage. So violent and twisted was the frustration within Kalabas that his transformed mind attained a higher level of awareness of the self. It recognised itself, himself, as more than an animal, with wants and desires and flaws inherent to the mere existence of those wishes. The beast within Kalabas was growing, evolving, slowly becoming an entire new entity on itself... Cress would have to act fast, or else Kalabas’ psych would split in twain, the chasm between Id and Ego too great for reconciliation.
The feral warrior was a big target, but deceptively fast in spite of his size. Without thought or technique, he dodged every punch thrown his way, but not the blast. The damn thing hit the great ape square in the left eye as he somersaulted over the smaller opponent, his knee hovering in place, strung and ready for a upsidedown strike that would not come.
For a brief moment the ape’s hair turned darker and his snout receded, his hands and feet shrunk and so did his claws and the rest of his body. He was halfway between his saiyan and oozaru form, convulsing as the blutz emitter behind his eye struggled to turn the energy into waves.
Kalabas managed to dodge all of his punches, so he followed up with a ki blast in attempt to catch Kalabas off guard. Just as Kalabas prepared a counter-attack, he managed to hit him square in the left eye just as he got above him, Cress snickered as his sparring partner was on his way back to the ground.
He quickly zipped out of the way to prevent Kalabas from falling on top of him. Quickly spinning and watching Kalabas’ descent, he noticed that he was beginning to lose his transformation. He’d seen this before, when saiyans were not receiving sufficient Blutz Waves to maintain their transformation.
Deciding to take advantage of this situation, he tensed his muscles, curled his fingers, and drew his hands above his chest. Suddenly, a lightning-like aura would show itself until his attack was finally ready to be used.
With one loud shout, he released a streaming beam of energy that emanated from his hands and body. It’s target: Kalabas.
Fired [MP3] Soul Comet!!! (Super Kini Gun/Kini Gun Full Power) KP 3/3 > 0/3
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With excruciating velocity Kalabas felt flesh and bone twisting under his skin, pushing and pulling the organs inside to their usual crevices. No longer an oozaru, the saiyan was overwhelmed by an inner claustrophobia upon returning to his base form, the inside of his own body felt empty yet cramped, tampered, robbed... He wanted to go back and become a great ape of even greater power, but his adversary had other plans in mind.
First came the shout, then the light, then the heat.
This was both Kalabas’ first death and the closest he had ever been to actually dying.
Soon after the saiyan woke from the transe, back to the real world, where whims answered to logic and not the other way around. He was shaking, heaving, maddened by the frenzy of a cornered animal, heart pounding in his chest so hard he could feel the blood being pumped in and out the organ. He felt like vomiting, screaming, and punch Cress all at once, but only did the latter, gently, so he too would return to the world of the living.
”Ferocity...”, was all the noble managed to say before his back lurched and his eyes closed, “is an ill replacement for experience”
The bright beam of energy slammed into it's target, but it met significantly less resistance than he thought it'd be meeting. Seconds passed until the beam was no longer in sight, and neither was Kalabas. He was all by himself now, had he beaten Kalabas and caused him to return to the real world? He'd get his answer when he felt something. Quickly realizing he wasn't being touched within his mind, he stopped his concentration and his focus returned to the real world. Opening his eyes, he saw his sparring partner, Kalabas, who looked pretty shook right now.
If he had to guess, he'd completely dropped out of his transformation before his beam hit. He'd basically killed him in image training. Kalabas spoke, uttering some wise words. Unfortunately, he didn't process what he just said. "...Yeah." he responded. Sighing, he unfolded his legs and standing. He walked over to the bench he sat upon before Kalabas' arrival and picked up the unfinished bag of croutons. Turning around and beginning to eat out of the bag, he spoke.
"I beat you up pretty bad, huh?" he stated, grabbing a handful of croutons and pushing them into his mouth.
"Image training can't replace real training, but it's still plenty useful. Imagine how you would've turned out if I did that to you during actual training." He gave Kalabas a few seconds to think about that, even though he probably didn't want to, before continuing. "That enough for you or do you want to do more training? I have a Blutz Generator, so we could do some ACTUAL training. You wouldn't have to worry about dropping out of your transformation either." he asked.
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