Teaching the Old Generation (INVITE) Nov 3, 2018 18:51:36 GMT -6
Post by Tarch on Nov 3, 2018 18:51:36 GMT -6
Tarch A PL: 32,500
Tarch B PL: 32,500
The saiyan base felt so tense since that day. The halls sort of echoed with a murmur of uncertainty, as both king and challenger were brought down by each other. That wasn’t what had the kingdom on edge. What put them off was their now former king’s reaction. King Vocado was not known to be a pushover, but he was never seen as such an animal. Tarch was one of those saiyans that were thrown for a loop upon seeing Vocado’s more brutal side. Of course, his reasons were much different than the rest. His anger at being left behind had since boiled down into a low gloom, leaving him more or less ready to accept whatever punishment was coming for him. That fury wasn’t about to go unabated for long though. More whispers about Vocado buzzed around the base, becoming slowly more and more disturbing. Unfortunately, Tarch couldn’t get any details, so he decided to give Nashua a little call. She said it was just another dragon ball hunt gone wrong, but surely that wasn’t enough to warrant all the confusion around the base It took a bit of prodding, but the older teen sort of relented, giving Tarch a vague hint. It wasn’t vague enough though, Tarch could tell exactly what she meant.
The half saiyan was left standing in the hall paralyzed, the news of what happened hit him like a thousand needles down his spine. One of the passing guards gave the boy a curious look. “Hey uh, Tarch right? You ok bu-” The soldier went quiet upon seeing the look of absolute horrified rage. The poor guard was sent scrambling away, this teen staring daggers right through them. Tarch turned back towards the hall. He walked like a zombie through the base, his mind focused on one thing. When he reached the training room, he finally snapped out of his wrathful daze.
He was going to train, or be scolded, or possibly both with the man he was supposed to look up to. Tarch had to keep his cool, otherwise, his words would mean nothing. “Deep breaths Tarch…” he closed his eyes, letting his breath flow through him, exhaling all the anger and hate he felt for the man. At the end of the day, he wanted to be better than him in every way. At first, that was just him being a competitive student, now it was an odd perhaps misplaced sense of pride and self-righteousness. He had to be better than Vocado, but not just in strength now. Tarch felt a new wave of sadness wash over him, he didn’t want to give up on him either. He was sure he could be a good person. Really Tarch had no proof his worries were anything substantial. It was a war, after all, he may not understand the actual concept of it but he knew people could die. Perhaps Nashua just misunderstood what Vocado meant, or Tarch took her little hint out of proportion, it wasn't exactly specific. He would never kill someone who wasn’t fighting back right? Is that how war worked? No, that’s just murder. Vocado isn’t a murderer. “Mr. Vocado isn’t a murderer," he repeated aloud. Sure he seemed off ever since he lost along with Kayen, but surely one fight wouldn’t push him over the edge.
Finally, after a literal five minutes of deep breathing and pacing in an attempt to calm himself down, Tarch stepped foot in the training room. “You’re kidding…” It was empty. Well, all that self talk was for nothing. If the teen knew the room was empty he would have just went in and beat up the dummies until he felt better. Now he was just frustrated he didn’t sense that no one was there! Was he so distracted that the master of sensing couldn’t even tell if anything was on the other side of a stupid door? Sighing in defeat, the boy trudged in the room, he could at least get himself physically ready. Of course, Tarch wanted something that could fight back. Tarch closed his eyes for a brief moment, concentrating on a recent little trick he picked up. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with a perfect copy of himself. The Tarch’s gave each other a little wave, making sure their cloning worked. Giving himself a little chuckle, they high fived themselves, glad to have at least one victory today. The two quickly went on to trading blows, holding back a good deal as not to wear himself out before the main event. At most, it was more just working on speed and reflexes, dodging small but swift punches and kicks.
UT Multiform used to make two Tarch total