Prime (Solo, 30x Gravity) May 14, 2019 1:02:03 GMT -6
Post by Casca on May 14, 2019 1:02:03 GMT -6
(Solo, 30x Gravity)Many, many years ago, in this Galaxy but far away ...
“You can do it, Cassandra! Keep your head in the game,” Joseph Madani, the young girl’s grandfather yelled. “Did she not get any sleep or something last night? She doesn’t even look like herself out there,” he questions his two other grandkids.
“She’s afraid of the crowds,” Cassandra’s older brother Christopher chimed in.
“She can’t do anything right by herself, to think I’m —,” Cassandra’s even sibling sister, Agnes, began to explain.
JoJo cut them off before he heard something he didn’t like, “Take it easy on your sister, she doesn’t have the gift like the two of you. Anywho, your mom ever say when your dad would be home,” he tried to change the subject.
“He said he’d make it home to see me in the finals,” Agnes stated with such emotion her grandfather didn’t question it. He knew their family has been apart as of late, with the children’s father always off world doing what he does best.
“He’s going to see me too, win the fourteen and under division,” Christopher tried to steal his grandfather’s attention away from his sister. The older man smiled at the boy’s comment as he scrambled the little one’s blue hair.
“Ah, so you’re not going to take it easy on your sister, ay,” JoJo said jokingly as he picked the small boy up. “Getting heavy! Eating more, that’s good,” he tried to say with a straight face while his elderly back was slowly being broken in half! Placing his grandchild in the seat he was previously sitting in, the grandfather rolled his neck before unleashing a massive grin, “Wish your sister luck!”
“Luck,” both grandchildren said in unison as they watched their grandfather leap from the stands into the center of the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! I would like to announce the first match of the galaxy renowned Lei Tai Tournament, ages fourteen and below division,” JoJo paused as the stadium roared in applause. “Thank you, thank you. You all know me, so I’m not going to introduce myself to all of you for the hundredth time,” he again paused as the crowd cheered in hysteria. “But what I will do, is introduce this little one, my granddaughter, who is competing in her first martial arts tournament! Cassandra Madani!”
Cassandra winced as she heard her grandfather mention her name. Raising a nervous hand to the crowd, she began to hastily move through her warm up. Worried for more than just her own reputation, the young Saiyan didn’t want to tarnish her family’s name by losing in the first round. As the story goes, the year the young girl’s parent’s first meet was the year her grandfather competed and won in this very tournament.
Don’t get it twisted, Joseph Madani wasn’t fighting against fourteen-year-olds, no. He was fighting in what would be considered the top division, the division that, by his words, included a few shy of a hundred combatants, traveling from all over the galaxy to compete against him.
The young Saiyan looked at her grandfather. He was well beyond his fighting years, but still had the patience and the know how to whip Cassandra and her siblings into fighting shape. While some if it took, a lot some of it didn’t. At the moment, Cassandra wished more of it did.
Not wanting to upset her grandfather, self-appointed local celebrity, the young Saiyan finished her stretches and waited for her opponent in the center of the elevated platform. If she would rate her nervous on a scale from one to ten, she would say they were at eleven. But she was told the rules were simple; push your opponent off the platform or cause them to submit.
The Madani’s play this game as part of their grandfather’s training every week, no sweat. It was now the fact she had everyone staring at her and this wasn’t practice. Not really knowing how to act on stage while also having to live up to her grandfather’s reputation as a martial arts expert, the young woman wished she had read the rulebook a little more carefully.
Watching her grandfather begin the whole process of announcing her competitor, Cassandra scanned the crowd for her siblings. Her stomach was slowly churning as she looked for her family but to no — “Hey guys! I’m down here,” the young Saiyan screamed at her siblings. Feeling a little better about the whole situation, Cassandra looked at the young Earthling her grandfather was raving about.
“And his name, Franklin Overwood! Let’s hear it for Franklin ladies and gentlemen,” JoJo finished with ushering the boy into the center of the ring to meet his granddaughter over a soundtrack of applause from the crowd.
Cassandra’s jaw dropped as she started to make the connection, first hearing his name before seeing his face. “Frankie? Is that you,” the young Saiyan questioned the Earthling. Not knowing why she never knew his full name, or the fact he practiced martial arts, Cassandra stared dumbfounded at her classmate who she literally just talked to hours before. “When I said I was going to compete in this tournament, you never said anything about you also competing,” she asked, or more like demanded to know.
“I didn’t think I’d make it past the preliminaries,” Frank said as he shook Cassandra’s extended hand. “It obvious why you’re here, your grandfather and —,” the young boy was cut off.
“You know I hate fighting,” Cassandra groaned. “I was forced into this, family tradition and all.”
“Well, I won’t be the one to stand between you and your family,” the young Earthling admitted as he raised his arms in defeat. “I’ll forfeit,” Frank decided.
Cassandra shook her head, “Don’t do that. I don’t care if I win or lose,” she lied. “But if you’re gunna just quit, how ‘bout the loser has to carry the winner home. How ‘bout dat,” she challenged him to carry her the couple miles back to her family’s home.
Taking the bait, Frank hollered back, “That’s going to be hard, when you’re in pieces,” it was a joke!
Both contestants exploded at one another to the alarm of Grandpa Jo. “Three! Two! One,” Cassandra’s grandpa yielded into the mick. “Don’t let me stand in your way.”
The two children began to scratch and pull at each other for what seemed like a couple of minutes. Neither really doing anything, they eventually pulled from one another in exhaustion. “This is a lot harder than it looks,” Frank admitted.
“You’re not to bad yourself,“ Cassandra threw it back at him. “Again. Maybe with a little bit of effort this time?”
This time it was Franklin that looked stupid with his mouth wide open in bewilderment. “You weren’t trying,” his even asking showed the extent of his fighting skills. “I for—“, he was interrupted by the freight train known as Cassandra Madani!
Taking her classmate to the ground, the young Saiyan tried to whisper to him why he can’t forfeit, just yet. “Come on, my family’s here. I gotta do something cool! You may be my only win of the day,” she confessed as she let Frank stand. “Follow my lead.”
Cassandra nodded to her left as the way they should circle, so that was the way they went. In stances that were overly exaggerated, the two revolved around one another until the little girl had everything lined up just the way she wanted it. “Draaggggoooonnn,” she said as she stopped her stroll and entered into a true fighting stance.
The Earthling stared at the Saiyan with confusion as he replied, “Dragon wha’?”
A grin flashed across the young girl’s face as she finished her melody, “Fisssstt!” A small golden Dragon of Ki sailed from Cassandra’s extended arm. Snaking through the air, the small attack was no longer than a foot or two. Frankly, the small boy could have probably hopped over it if he wanted. The Frankenstein instead jumped off the stage.
Wait, “I win! I won,” Cassandra yelled, still holding her previous pose. She looked at her grandfather for some type of approval. Beaming with pride, he nodded at his granddaughter’s first victory in the tourney.
For no reason what so ever, the young girl spun around in a tight circle like an animal chasing its own tail. Just thrilled that it worked, thrilled no one got hurt, Cassandra looked at the crowd with a, “who woulda thunk,” kind of look. Reaching the end of the platform where her friend volunteered to jump off, she extended a hand.
Pulling Frank back up on stage, Cassandra hugged him tightly. “Looks can be deceiving,” she yelled over a couple of cheers. “I think they liked it!” Regardless if anyone else did, the Saiyan raised both her and her new friend’s arm into the air.
Back in the stands, Christopher cheered for his sister while being oblivious to his other’s feelings. “She did it! I can’t believe she did it! Even before you, Agnes.”
“I’ve done it before,” the oldest of the Madani children said. Agnes shut her eyes to hide any of her discomfort. “I’ve done it a bunch of times, I just haven’t done it in front of you,” spitting some poison at her brother.
“Now, now. I might have missed the beginning, but woah. That’s going to be tough to beat,” said the mother of the family, Jolyne Madani. “When did Pop-Pop teach you guys the family signature?”
“Last week,” Christopher interjected. “Something about how there is a time and place for everything,” he paused to shake his hands above his head, “and some of us just don’t learn as quick the others.”
“That’s okay my little boo-boo,” their mother said as she wrapped her arms around her two kids. Jolyne kissed the top of her son’s head before continuing, “some of us don’t have two-tails, but you don’t see me complaining!” She poked her tongue out as she let go of Christopher. “Don’t you got a match to win,” Jolyne asked her son.
Pretending to look at a watch, Chris replied, “Matter of fact.” He pointed down to his grandfather standing once again on the tournament platform. “I think, I will be going now, toots-a-loon,” he tried to pronounce.
“It’s toodaloo, baby. Another reason why this summer we are all going to Earth,” the mother of the bunch joked as she wished her son good luck. Jumping from the stands like his grandfather before him, Christopher floated down to the ring.
“What did I miss,” Cassandra said as she appeared out of nowhere.
“Congratulations, we are so proud of you and wow, that was quick,” Jolyne said as she embraced her youngest daughter. Combing the hair from her child’s face, she stared into Cassandra’s vibrant green eyes. “You looked great out there, champ.”
Feeling the need to play down her victory, Cassandra admitted, “It was only the first round, Mom! I need to win all three to be the champ.”
“What you need to do is thank your grandpa for teaching you something we definitely talked about waiting until you were sixteen to start to do,” their mother said with a haphazard look on her face. Quickly letting it go, she turned her attention to her son, “Let’s hope your brother doesn’t hurt him too badly.”
“He won’t,” said the sometimes depressing Agnes. “The guy he is fighting, his name is Lutein.” Cassandra broke from her mother’s grasp to better listen to what her older sister had to say. If by a random act of Vegeta that Christopher loses, she might have to face this Lutein next. “He’s pretty much low class —,” Agg’s was cut off by her mother.
“You know you shouldn’t talk that way, you want me to pull your tail,” Jolyne threatened.
Agnes drew her hands to her side in protest. “Pull my tail? You gotta be kidding me, I trained that away years ago,” she said with a go-ahead-and-try me attitude.
“You wanna bet,” the mother of the Madani’s answered back.
“Try it, pull my tail,” Agnes said under her breath.
“What did you say,” Jolyne stormed.
“Good luck, Christopher,” the oldest child answered.
“That’s what I thought,” Jolyne hammered.
Later that night …
“He had to have cheated, alright. I saw him try to bite your ear,” Cassandra exclaimed to whoever would hear it.
“This, coming from the one who accidentally wore her gravity vest, set at thirty times gravity, in a match today,” Anges said with some heat.
Cassandra was about to bark back when Christopher intervened. “No, she’s right. He just beat me, beat me to a pulp actually,” he said as he placed a frozen slab of meat on the growing lump on his forehead. “Mom said she’s making the casserole, the one with the cheese and potatoes,” his mind easily transitioning to food.
“Yeah, the one with bacon and —,” Cassandra tried answering before her sister put an end to it.
“Aren’t you worried he’s going to pull that shit with you,” Agnes rudely interrupted.
“Language,” Cassandra recommended as she pretended to cough.
Christopher put his two thumbs up as he tried to reassure his older sister it wouldn’t happen again. “Imma get her ready by the morning, trust me ‘sis! I got it! Hammer,” he ended it with his favorite rally chant from training with their grandpa. Thrusting his hand into the center proximity of his two sisters, he waited for them to play along. After a moment of no response, he tried again. “Hammer,” he said with a little more enthusiasm.
Looking at his innocent green eyes, Cassandra was the first to give in, “Shield!”
Begrudgingly, Agnes joined, “Sword.”
The next morning …
“Think I’m ready,” Cassandra stated.
“Looks like we’ll find out soon enough,” Christopher said as he watched Lutein climb onto the stage. “Whatever you do, don’t let him grab ahold of you. He’s way to strong; you’ll never be able to get free. So remember to move around, he doesn’t have any rhythm.”
“What’s that? Rhythm, what is this? A music class,” snickered Agnes. “Do what I would do, and if that doesn’t work,” she took one look at her sister’s opponent for answering truthfully, “beg for mercy.”
“Language,” their mother liked to enforce the rules.
“What did I say,” she snapped back her oldest daughter. The two gawked at each other which felt like hours, during which Cassandra swears she saw little fire balls replace of both of their eyes.
“Okay, love you, too,” Cassandra awkwardly said as she passed on the drama. “I gotta teach this foo, not to mess with my foo!”
“Who you calling foo,” Christopher protested.
“Language,” their mother’s voice echoed through the stadium as Cassandra floated down to the center ring.
Nodding to her grandfather already brandishing the microphone like his job depended on it, which if that was the case, he was a professional. “My granddaughter, Cassandra Madani! Fighting in her first ever! Second round,” he cheered as if she already won.
Taking her spot on the platform, Cassandra waited for her grandpa to do the whole spiel one more time for her opponent. Who was this guy, Lutein?
So many other martial artists and the young Saiyan knew none besides the ones in her family! She stood patiently as Lutein played it up with her grandfather. Jealous of their chemistry, the blood in Cassandra’s veins starts to boil. Who did this guy think he was!
Laughing as he made his approach, Lutein was more developed than the other competitors in the age division. With what looked like the smoothest, most well taken care of olive skin, the shirtless child soldier strolled to his place across from Cassandra. “Hey my name is —,” she was cut off by no more than a look from her opponent.
The little one looked up at the much larger Lutein. With long hair spit in the middle, and braided down the sides of his head, her competitor was like no one Cassandra has ever met on Embasa. She noticed his fancy boots, his nice clothes, his teeth.
Not satisfied with where she left it, Cassandra asked in good faith, “How much did your daddy pay to get you into the second round?” Oh yeah, that got his attention.
The Madani grandfather knew from past experience what was to follow. “Three! Two! One,” he yelled into the mike with the foresight that would make any broadcaster proud. Attempting to get while he could, he split off the stage.
Crossing the distance between them at a speed Cassandra hadn’t witnessed before, Lutein moved through the air attempting for a kick, trying to end the fight before it began.
Ducking the first of what would become many, Cassandra played Lutein’s game. The movement wasn’t the hard part; it was his relentless attack pattern that provided the problem. Not allowing his competitor to breathe, Lutein applied the pressure of the tactic a strong offense is the best defense.
Well, who likes defense anyways as Cassandra went on the attack. Catching his foot during his increasingly lazy strikes, she slammed an open palm unto his hip joint. Reeling back in pain, Lutein looked over at Cassandra as if she killed one of his kin.
“Why won’t you fight back,” Lutein raged right before he disappeared. Won’t fight back? If he would slow down, maybe she’d have a window to do something with. Reappearing directly in front of Cassandra, Lutein took her down.
Cassandra rolled to her left as Lutein, sitting on her legs, threw a punch so devastating, the young girl stared through the stage at the floor below. “Hey, don’t you think you we could talk this out before anyone loses their head,” she tried to reason with the slightly older Saiyan as she narrowly avoided another punch.
“Never,” Lutein hissed as he palmed both hands together. “Die,” he exclaimed as he brought his hands down with incredible force. Not having much time to react, Cassandra pointed a single finger at her competitor’s right knee.
“Boom,” Cassandra said with her eyes closed, wishing she didn’t really hurt anybody. A very small and thin violet bolt of Ki ricocheted off of her finger and hit just about everything on it’s way to Lutein’s knee. Collapsing him to the ground, Cassandra rolled to her stomach before pushing off the ground. “Never thought that would work, hmm,” she put a hand to her chin, “going to have to remember that one,” pretending to holster her finger like a blaster.
“You need to learn some respect,” Lutein called out. Cassandra has heard it all before.
“Oh yeah? From who? You,” the young woman pointed at the tear in Lutein’s pants from her attack.
Lutein protested with his fists in the air, “Do you even know how much these cost!”
“May be some scraps,” then the line hit her as her stomach growled, “or a nuckle sandwich.”
As Cassandra will soon find out, Lutein takes the path of least resistance, flowing from a hard choice to the easier every time, something she will take advantage of in the following decades. Taking the very so juicy bait, her gullible opponent asked, “What’s a nuckle sandwich?”
The female Saiyan pretend to count the digits on her hand as she said, “One, two, three, four, FIF!” Dropping her stance, Cassandra threw a strike at Lutein. Easily telegraphed with her little hand gesture, the young boy side stepped his aggressor’s attack and let her proceed to take herself out of the fight by not being able to stop and falling from the stage.
Never connecting, Cassandra spun on her feet as her momentum carried her off the stage. Time slowed, as she looked around frantically for helping hand she tried to locate the members of her family. Seeing her grandfather’s face change from one of euphoria to one possibly having a heart attack, she looked for her siblings.
Seeing Agnes at the very summit of the stadium, Cassandra knew her sister cared. Just in her own special kinda way.
Tracing her sister’s location down, the falling female found her mother and brother. Both cheering, Cassandra couldn’t help but notice what her brother was doing. Was he flashing the crowd, no wait? His was trying to draw her attention to his double Saiyan tails! A weird birth defect in some Saiyan Earthling hybrids.
Wait, Cassandra thought, he meant her tail! “I have a tail,” she shouted as time sped back to normal.
“What —,” Lutein said as he turned to see a thick, brown Saiyan tail snake around his ankles.
“Gotcha,” Cassandra announced as she dragged her opponent with her off the platform.
“And the winner,” the Madani’s grandfather paused, “Cassandra! By a tail!” The crowd went wild, cheering as Cassandra stood and brushed the dirt off of her clothes. Feeling pretty good about the whole thing, with two matches already in the bag, the young girl extended a hand of good sportsmanship to her competitor.
Standing in total disregard for her hand, Lutein steamed off, back to the locker rooms ye go!
“What’s wrong with him,” Christopher said as he landed firmly beside his sister. Giving her a quick congratulatory hug, he started to inspect her for any bumps or bruises.
“I’m fine,” Cassandra said pushing him away. “When’s Agnes up,” she asked as she scanned the crowd for her sister and mother.
Christopher grabbed Cassandra’s face and tried to look into her eyes, something akin to what a doctor would do with a concussed patient. “Can you stay still,” he claimed as he continued to do his job. “A winning family, is a healthy family,” he chimed as he saw Cassandra roll her eyes. “Plus, Pop-Pop said if we ever want to be any good, you have to respect all aspects of the game,” he insisted. “And stop wearing these gravity devices,” the siblings always fought about whether or not to use weighted clothing or a gravity device or chamber.
“You know gravity devices are better,” Cassandra said she tapped her device in the form of a vest.
“They aren’t cheap, and you gotta make sure you use it,” Christopher implied about Cassandra’s laziness as he rotated to his sister’s back. Slightly picking her up, he rocked her over his chest, cracking what felt like her entire vertebral column. “How was that,” he asked after he put her down.
“You know, I actually feel better. Thank you,” Cassandra patted her brother on the shoulder.
Finding her sister’s match wasn’t hard, she was competing in the young adult division, ages fifteen through who knows. But what Cassandra did knew, was that this could be the year all the planets align and there could be three Madani’s with titles by the end of tomorrow.
“You know who’s she’s fighting,” the youngest Madani asked.
“Kind of, his name is Yahtzee. Some type of, eh, I don’t really know what he is to be exact. You gotta see him to get it,” Christopher tried to explain to his sibling.