Teenage Temper Tantrum (Invite/Chromo) Oct 7, 2018 21:27:01 GMT -6
Post by Tarch on Oct 7, 2018 21:27:01 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 40,000
So there he was. Donned in an alien suit of armor, knees pulled up to his chest, throngs of scared, confused, and even more likely scared and confused citizens avoiding the fuming super strengthed teenager. The longer the teen sat on the curb the more he felt like this whole thing was stupid. He had a ship, why not just go to this Namek place anyways? To heck with the king and the others! If anything it could be the best vacation of his life. After all, how many kids his age could say they’ve been to another planet? Barely any of them left their hemisphere let alone their homeworld. Tarch shook his head clear.
That wasn’t the point of all this. Mr. Vocado told him he would take him to one of the saiyan kingdoms big missions so he could see what it was really like. Then when the mission came, poof. He could have at least said something? Maybe left a note? Sent someone to say ‘hey Tarch, the closest thing you have to saiyan father figure thought you shouldn’t go kay bye!’ That was yet another thing bothering the hybrid. Tarch had more parents than most kids. He had his human parents who he loved dearly, and his saiyan mother who… he was learning to love.
King Vocado was different. He wasn’t so much a father figure as he was the gateway to a whole new life. He taught Tarch how to fight, how to be a saiyan. While the other members of the kingdom wondered why such an inexperienced kid would be of any interest to a man like Vocado, he took an interest to him. Hell, even Tarch wondered the same thing.
Now though his inexperience would show itself more than before, as he was itching for a fight that he knew deep down he should lose. The only problem was, absolutely no one showed up! Or rather no one noteworthy. Only punks, supposed champions, concerned armed citizens, which still baffled the half breed, and two policemen. There was only one person coming to mind. He wanted to fight someone that wouldn’t ask too many questions, and wouldn’t go down easy. That ruled out Kohlra. She may have been close to the same strength as her son, but he was still an inch ahead. Not to mention as his mother, Tarch hoped she would ask why he was in such a slump. No there was only one person, if he qualified for such a title, that Tarch could think of.
The angered hybrid took a deep breath, putting as much of his power into his voice as possible. With a mighty bellow, the name he called would reverberate through the entire city. Tarch had no doubt this would attract his insect like best friend, and hopefully soon to be sparring partner. “CHROMO!”