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Post by Kuma on Nov 25, 2019 18:15:59 GMT -6
Time had passed, boredom had come and gone, fights had taken place, friends had been made and here yet again Kuma stood in the desert. To her relief there were no signs of the bodies that had dropped over a week ago with her meeting of the supposed cousin of Vocado, so either he buried them or the desert did it for him. Her outfit was nearly identical to what she had before, but her pod wasn't left tossed in the sand nearby this time, and her strength had increased to do a few unfortunate loses she had taken since. If Okra had shown up any earlier he would have seen her stretching and wandering in circles, but by now she was standing and waiting with both hands on her hips. Unlike the last time he had found her she wasn't in the midst of an Oozaru sized temper tantrum, but simply standing and calmly waiting and looking around now and then for him to show up, hoping he hadn't stood her up or died in the meantime.
Okra
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Post by Okra on Nov 25, 2019 20:12:33 GMT -6
The wind whipped through the saiyan’s hair as he flew through the sky. His aura blazed around him like a shooting star. He figured he was a little late for his meet up with Kuma, but it wouldn’t be much longer until he arrived. In hindsight, he probably should’ve somehow marked the location of where they had first met, because he was having a difficult time finding it again. The desert was a big place, and it almost felt like looking for a needle in a haystack. There wasn’t exactly any identifying features for the location of their meeting. He’d just have to rely on memory.
It took a minute, but Okra finally started to recognize some of the terrain. After a little more time, he finally spotted a figure on the ground. The saiyan slowed down and approached the figure. As he got closer, he recognized it as Kuma, in the same attire he had last seen her in. The saiyan dropped to the ground a few feet away from her, a little smile on his face.
He gave a little wave before crossing his arms, “Hey Kuma, how have you been? Earth been treating you well? Find your cousin yet?” he questioned. He was curious how Kuma had been the past week.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 26, 2019 10:22:50 GMT -6
It seemed Okra didn't die after all, and as far as she could remember he looked the same as before, so she assumed he hadn't been lit on fire, blown up, or been maimed in any way that would keep them from training together. "Hey", returning his wave as he flew in closer. "Good to see you found me. I assume this is the same place, yeah? I just kinda guessed and hoped for the best. Sand kinda looks the same all over out here.", looking around and laughing. "Oh I been doin' alright. Been busy. Made some new friends, got a bit stronger, found a bar in a volcano. The usual.", shrugging and smiling as if she wasn't trying to be funny at all, as by now it seemed pretty normal to find the most random and strange stuff on Earth.
"So I guess Earth has been treating me as good as it's gonna. And yeah, found Nashua. Well I guess she sorta found me actually. Long story. Well, not that long but really boring." Walking over she looked as if she were inspecting Okra, for what who really knew. "How 'bout you? Did'ya find yours? I ain't seen him since I met him." She started to walk around Okra, fully inspecting him now from all sides before walking back around and standing a few feet in front of him, putting her hands on her hips. "You ready to train?", not waiting for an answer to her question, as if she were an impatient child excited about the activity of the day.
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Post by Okra on Nov 26, 2019 11:35:15 GMT -6
Okra chuckled, “A bar in a volcano huh? Sounds like a prime tourist destination. Hope they have good air conditioning,” he awkwardly joked. He raised an eyebrow as Kuma started to walk around him, seemingly inspecting him, “See something ya like,” he innocently questioned with a grin. He thought it was a funny joke, personally. He had never really flirted before, but he couldn't resist the temptation to crack a joke.
The saiyan cracked his knuckles and popped his neck. He replied, “Glad you found Nashua, and yea I found Vocado. It was good to see him again. I’m gonna be helping him with finding these dragon balls on Earth. Not sure what he wants with them, but I’ll help him out. He's family after all, and a super saiyan to boot.” he started to stretch his muscles, loosening up for the upcoming spar, “Ye, I’m ready to do a bit of training. Been looking forward to it. Be nice to fight someone again," he finished. He rolled his shoulders and settled into a combat stance, "Ready whenever you are," he was ready to get underway if Kuma was.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 26, 2019 13:27:44 GMT -6
"It wasn't all that full really. There were more people than I expected to be there, but it was kinda weird. Kinda smelled funny too." Her head tilted for a moment as she looked him over again. "I'm just curious was all. Seeing if ya had a tail and what kinda clothes you had. You'd be surprised how many Saiyans I've met with no tails. Well maybe you wouldn't. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I just ain't used to seein' it." Grabbing at her belt she gave it a tug to tighten it and started to stretch her legs while they talked. "Good. So I guess we both been busy, huh?", stopping in mid stretch to slowly look back up at him when he mentioned the dragon balls. "Dragon balls huh?", scrunching up her face with a disapproving look. "They ain't natural. I don't like em.", she spoke with a sigh, going back to her stretches.
"Alright well, you just wanna punch each other till we can't or you got a better idea? I dunno if you can...ya know...transform or not.", raising her arms to gesture enlarging. "Oozaru. You saw me do it but I ain't seen you do it.", she stopped again in mid stretch, "I mean, I know you probably can, but do you got a way to do it. I ain't gonna do it if you can't. That could end not so good.", continuing once more. "Just give me a sec. Stretch'n and all. Kinda curious to see what fightin' style you got"
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Post by Okra on Nov 26, 2019 14:29:24 GMT -6
“Hmm, what you smelt was probably sulfur,” Okra nodded his head, “As for my tail? It’s wrapped around my waist under my armor,” he scratched the back of his head, “Yea a lot of saiyans do seem to be missing their tails. Kinda odd but it’s whatever,” in regards to her thoughts on the dragon balls, he replied, “Well, I don’t know too much about them. Whether they are natural or not doesn’t bother me. If Vocado needs them I’ll help him find them for whatever he needs,” he frowned for a moment, thinking, “I’m surprised you don’t like the dragon balls, they are what brought you back to life, right. Along with the rest of the saiyans who died during the invasion.” he scratched his chin, “I guess they could be used for some pretty bad stuff if they get in the wrong hands, but as long as it doesn’t affect the kingdom I’m not too concerned.”
The saiyan rubbed his hair sheepishly, “Transform? Uhh, I mean I can, but no I don’t have a way to without the full moon,” he frowned, “I wouldn’t want to either, I haven’t really bothered learning how to control it. Now that I know the legendary super saiyan form is attainable, I’d rather focus on getting that somehow,” he shrugged his shoulders, “Whether I’m close to that or not, I dunno. Honestly,” he gave a slightly embarrassed smile, “I’m a little jealous of my cousin for achieving it first. We used to be good friends when we were younger, and I feel motivated to catch up to him strength. I guess I kinda hope this hunt for the dragon balls will make me stronger."
The saiyan nodded his head and straightened. He crossed his arms, “Sure, take all the time you need to get ready. As for my fighting style, guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
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Post by Kuma on Nov 26, 2019 17:53:51 GMT -6
Kuma was well aware how rude it was to outwardly ask someone about their tail or lack there of, but she had done her best to heavily hint she was curious, and thankfully Okra had willingly told her. "That makes sense. Well both things, the smell and the tail. I keep mine hidden most of the time as well.", bending forward a bit as hers came into view from under the skirt she was wearing before it went back under to wrap around her waist. "I'm not sure if some of these Saiyans are born without 'em or somethin' happened. I know a few ain't even full-blooded Saiyans, so maybe they ain't born with tails.", shrugging her arms in the air as she stood up straight again, done with her stretching. "They wouldn't bother me so much if someone didn't use 'em to bring me back from the dead. I'm glad I guess to be alive and all, but it ain't the way of things. You die and that's that. If they can do that, what else can they do, ya know? Can you use them to kill a person instead of bringing them back? Maybe a whole bunch of people. Maybe a whole planet. I don't know your cousin but he didn't seem evil, but what if say, the fleet had got a hold of 'em and just wished for Saiyans to go away, or Vegeta to blow up?", chewing on the inside of her cheek, visibly bothered by the idea. "Sorry, ranted there.", shaking her head trying to get rid of the thought.
"Oh, I see. Ah, yeah that's a problem too. I'm sure you saw me just over a week ago and I was still having trouble. I think I finally got it figured out, but it's still pretty weird. It still feels like I'm controlling a body and not that it is my body. But it's pretty cool." Her face lit up a bit at the mention of Super Saiyans, given it was something she was learning more about, and not she had seen a second one she knew it was a thing, and attainable. "Yeah Super Saiyan, that's one I dunno about fully but Nashua showed it off better than Vocado did. She didn't really say how she got it, but I'd rather figure it out anyways. I'm glad to have her around but I don't need people sayin' my cousin is hand holdin' me or the reason I'm gettin' strong or nothin'. Just...be careful with how you are gettin' strong. Shortcuts can be dangerous.", giving him a seriously look for a moment. "Now, about that fighting-"grinning over at him as she slid her foot back and put her hands up much like that of a boxer, bouncing on her feet. "Time to test some things I been wantin' to test. I'm ready when you are. Just say the word."
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Post by Okra on Nov 26, 2019 22:08:27 GMT -6
Okra frowned at the thought of the fleet getting their hands on the dragon balls. Just what was the extent of their powers? It was a good question, and now that he thought about it more, he could see where Kuma was coming from. That amount of power in one person or group’s hand was a sobering thought. Could it really wish away an entire species? It was scary to think about.
“Yea, I guess you’re kinda right. If the Trade Fleet had all the dragon balls I can’t imagine what they would wish for, but it couldn’t be anything good. That’s a… good point,” he replied, staring off into the horizon for a moment before leveling his gaze back on Kuma, “At the same time, I don’t think of their power as ‘unnatural’ it’s just part of how this universe operates,” he awkwardly kicked a rock and shrugged, “I dunno, that’s just my view I guess. I just don’t think there’s any real ‘natural order’ of things,” he shook his head at Kuma’s remark of ranting, “Don’t worry about it. I like discussing these things.”
Okra smiled at the mention of Kuma mastering the oozaru transformation, “That’s good for you. That’ll be helpful in battle,” he nodded along to her thoughts on the super saiyan transformation, “Yea, I didn’t really ask Vocado about it much either. It’s something I want to figure out on my own, ya know? It wouldn’t feel right if I had the secret to the transformation given to me or something. But,” he furrowed his eyebrows, curious what Kuma meant by shortcuts, “What do you mean shortcuts? Like, taking drugs or something? Is there a quick way of getting power or something? I mean, I'm not gonna do them or anything, I'm just curious.”
The saiyan was curious about what she said, but he decided to follow her cue. The saiyan lowered himself, settling into his preferred combat stance. His knees were slightly bent, and he held his right arm up in front of him near his face. He held his left arm closer to him, near his waist.
He positioned himself so that he faced Kuma at an angle. He nodded his head, “Ready whenever you are. Feel free to make the first move,” he said with a smile. He was starting to get excited.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 27, 2019 14:37:17 GMT -6
Kuma was absolutely more of a pessimist than Okra for sure, but he was leaning far on the optimist side where it came to their views on the dragon balls. They scared her more than most things, but she did understand where Okra was coming from in his beliefs, though she wondered just what he actually knew. "I guess anything can be scene as just how the universe operates, but trust me, they ain't natural. Someone actually created them so I learned. One of those Namekian guys literally created 'em. They weren't just there, some guy that was born made 'em. Same with those ones on Namek. They were created. I ain't even pretending to know how, so don't ask, but I know that much. That to me makes 'em real unnatural.", giving him a look. "I ain't worried, just statin' my peace."
She had her say and he had his, but the conversation was shifting to the reason they both had came; battle. "I ain't tried it in a real fight yet, so for all I know the big beast takes over when I get mad, but I tried transformin' a few times and I controlled it just fine.", shrugging lightly "There is somethin' we agree on then. I don't mind help with gainin' power, but I don't want no shortcuts like I said. Like someone else just tellin' me the secret to Super Saiyan like you just said. I don't want to use them dragon balls to wish for infinite powers, or well I don't know what else. Short cuts.". scratching her head some trying to think of more. "Hard work. That's the way to do it. Don't want no tricks. I'm sure they are out there, but I ain't interested in findin' out.", putting her arms up in an X in front of her.
"Now then, let's get to it. We came here to spar, so let's spar.", nodding softly and rolling her neck before getting back down into her stance. "Oh, I'm starting us off. Well then-" Her hands came back up as she starts to shuffle towards him with small but quick steps, never losing her posture or her stance, but lowering her head before her raised fists as she closed in. There was no fancy antics to her attack, as she began to throw small jabs, testing how he might react or counter, not even putting much power behind them, but kept throwing jab after jab until he reacted to stop her.
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Post by Okra on Nov 28, 2019 2:47:48 GMT -6
Okra stayed on the balls of his feet as Kuma approached. She threw a flurry of jabs at the saiyan, but the warrior deftly ducked and weaved around the punches. A small frown tugged at his lips, he felt Kuma wasn’t really giving her all in these attacks. She was either taking it slow or trying to gauge his own combat prowess. If she was testing him, he would gladly oblige her.
He decided to make a move. Narrowing his eyes, Okra used his arm to deflect a jab. He immediately countered with a powerful punch aimed for the gut. He hoped the blow would cause her to double over if it struck or knock the breath from her. He followed with a swift elbow to the head.
While it was meant to be a spar, Okra wasn’t one to hold back. He didn’t know just how strong Kuma was, but he figured she was pretty capable. He knew a single blow from him wouldn’t knock her out even if he didn’t know her exact strength. He wasn’t worried about injuring her. Besides, even if she did get hurt, she’d just come back stronger due to her superior saiyan genetics.
The saiyan could already feel the blood coursing through his veins. He was glad Kuma had suggested this spar. He suspected it was going to be a lot of fun, and a challenging battle.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 28, 2019 19:36:30 GMT -6
At first it seemed like Okra was simply going to stay on the defensive, dodging her attacks fairly easily given the slower speed she was sending them. The first minute of a fight set the tone and the first few attacks thrown set the tempo for that first minute. Okra didn't simply stay on the defensive and quickly counter attacked, but he seemed less concerned with feeling out the fight and was swing much harder than she had, and was going for two more specific strikes over a flurry as she had attempted. The problem with this fight was that both seemed blind to the strength of the other, but this was also exactly how Kuma would want it in every situation. She loved learning about an opponent up close through trial and error and seeing their styles through experience.
The first of Okra's strikes went right for her gut, which was one of few spots that made for a great opening swing even if it didn't land, as it was one of the main places any fighter would move to protect. Kuma might have been throwing punches, but it wasn't a moving arm or a grab to try and block the punches, but her legs. With the blow incoming she using her continuous bouncing movement on her feet to move back out from Okra and bounce up, blocking the strike with her knee, using the mixture of the jump and Okra's own strength to push her just out of range of the incoming elbow before landing back on her feet and bouncing once more.
Her face lit up as she liked where this fight was going, glad to see someone else willing to get up close and personal in a fight and not simply tossing giant explosions or a barrage of ki blasts right off the bat. Either of his blows could have caused damage, even if they wouldn't have been lasting, but sometimes it only takes a single blow to start a chain of many. She didn't wait long before fully regaining her footing and moving back in, moving her upper body as she pulled in her arms to make a smaller target, bending her knees and stepping in planting a foot between both of his, springing up hard and aiming to uppercut his chin. Kuma was done feeling out the fight and she was going all out now.
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Post by Okra on Nov 28, 2019 22:48:39 GMT -6
Okra’s punch to the gut was blocked, the strength from the attack pushing Kuma away as she hung in the air. His ensuing elbow missed her head as she fell out of range. A grin tugged at his face, this was gonna be fun as hell. Kuma had done a great job avoiding those hits. Her continuous movement seemed to make avoiding hits easier. However, he wondered if he could exploit that. If he could trip her up, he might be able to land a strong blow.
He narrowed his eyes when Kuma sprung forward, getting in close. The saiyan tilted his head back to avoid the incoming uppercut. The strike was a hairbreadth away, and actually managed to graze through a few locks of his hair as it swung past. The warrior didn’t waste even a second. He swept his leg, trying to trip Kuma up. He followed by getting in close and sending a right hook aimed for Kuma’s jaw. He decided to continue his aggression by unleashing a flurry of less powerful jabs aimed all over his opponent. He wanted to see how she reacted to aggersion.
Okra felt a sense of thrill well up within himself. He was excited. It seemed he had finally found someone to fight at his level here on Earth. Kuma already seemed to be an excellent fighter, and she was strong too. He could already feel the adrenaline rushing through his and throwing him into a headspace. Fighting was like a drug to him. He didn’t always crave battle, but he loved the rush fighting gave him.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 30, 2019 16:29:13 GMT -6
For a brief moment she could see in her mind the connection of the attack as her fist was raising, and given the speed she assumed it would at this distance, but Okra was faster than she gave him credit for, or her attack was slower than she gave herself credit for. She was surprised she didn't connect but at the same time she understood he still had his footing and was fully on balance enough to move freely and shift his weight even if it was just in time. However she was in a precarious position with such a hard swung punch and with how she had stepped in she couldn't simply step back out without just a fraction of a second longer to do so, which Okra didn't seem keen on giving her.
His trip caught her off guard more than completely knocking fer off her feet or off balance given that she had expected a more frontal attack with how open she was, but she stumbled a bit before she replanted her feet all the same. That moment made it near impossible to dodge or move out of the way of the attack Okra threw at it her, but she was able to turn into it and move her upper body if not her feet at the very least, sliding his fist off of her face essentially taking a quarter of the power incoming. He kept coming at her much like how she had started the fight, and this was right in her wheel house, as despite her aggressive offensive so far she was more for counter attacking than straight offense.
Kuma could easily be seen as a bit dumb to some, given her status, the way she talked, and the way a lot of things went over her head. She was a low-class warrior with not a lot of what Earthlings would call formal education, but where she excelled and where her intelligence shined was with fighting and battlefield strategy. Like most Saiyans she had been fighting since she was young, and what she wasn't taught she had learned the hard way, making her adept at picking up fighting fast even if she picked up on a lot of other things far slower. This is what she lived for, and every punch widened the grin on her face until she was laughing gleefully. Each blow thrown after the first was dodged or blocked with her arms, putting her fists back up in a traditional boxer stance to keep her limbs tight and always ready to spring into action. This was exactly where she wasn't to be, and she was content to keep sliding her feet and bouncing back to avoid what she could until she found the right opening, letting Okra set the pace for now.
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Post by Okra on Dec 4, 2019 22:05:07 GMT -6
Okra’s fist glanced off Kuma’s cheek as she stumbled from his trip. She had smartly twisted her upper body around in a fashion that made it difficult to land a direct hit. It was smart thinking, but every fighter should be able to think on their feet. Numerous people dismissed the use of intelligence in fighting, thinking it was merely about strength and brute force, but that notion was misguided if not outright incorrect. Technique and intelligence were very important factors in winning fights, strength helped, but a weaker opponent could be a stronger one with some quick thinking. Okra’s father had drilled that into him as a child. Strength could only take you so far.
He wasn’t sure how to proceed. Kuma seemed to be holding off from attacking. He wasn’t sure if countering was her preferred style, or if she didn’t want him to get a sense of her fighting style just yet. It left him slightly uneasy. He didn’t want to be surprised by any sudden attacks.
The saiyan pressed the offensive again, but this time with a more laid back approach. He took a simpler approach, merely dishing out a flurry of punches. He didn’t have a specific target, instead throwing punches where he thought they might land. He also tried to chat during the fight.
“So, what now? Now that you found Nashua and everything?” he managed between his punches. Okra decided to not take the spar too seriously like he usually did back at the penal colony. He still wanted to know a bit more about Kuma. He liked the saiyan woman so far and wouldn't be adverse to being friends.
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Post by Kuma on Dec 4, 2019 22:55:33 GMT -6
Kuma had no way of knowing, but her and Okra had a very similar line of thinking when it came to battle. She never had the strength others had even when she was younger, and she had to use her brains and logic to win fights. It was easy to see her as simple, some even going as far as to call her stupid, but she had a knack for battle and strategy and didn't care about brute strength, assuming that she could still find a way to win even at a disadvantage. That was becoming increasingly hard with things such as Super Saiyans being thrown into the mix, as strategy and smarts could only go so far when fighting someone else with their own intelligence while dwarfing you in power. Okra was fighting much like she would have been, and it made it both easy and incredibly hard to deal with as it was like fighting her shadow but with a different fighting style. She could tell however that he was apprehensive, even as he continued to attack, as if he were waiting for something, but Kuma held her ground and stopped backing up, but kept parrying and dodging the blows she could as she waited for the right time.
"Move forward.", she replied as she moved her head dodging an incoming punch and back the other way dodging a second. "Get stronger.", pushing his wrist away from a blow to her shoulder and taking a step back. "Stop worrying about her and start worrying about me." Moments after her answer she moved back in, doing the same action of planting her foot, lowering her body and springing up, telegraphing the same uppercut she had swung at his chin before. The punch didn't have near the same power into it, and she looked just a bit different in her balance for a moment, as the uppercut swung just wide, trying to keep his attention on her fist, but it seemed to keep moving. Behind the punch came a knee towards his chin as she had launched off the ground. If it connected there was no doubt it would hurt, but what's a little bruise between friends.
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