Post by sidervib on Mar 2, 2015 2:11:19 GMT -6
After spending a year away on travels the mysterious stranger found himself amid an open plains with a few scattered mountains here and there. He was on his way to some brawl or whatever the hell it was and he was kind of missing the feeling of home. Though he knew damn well why he left, it was still important to remember the reason why he left. Their training session where his parents had just taught him a finishing move, the ********** beam cannon. Dad had always said "bitches love cannons", and as it turns out, it was how he got mom after all. They sat down with me to discuss family matters and how saiyans were, once again, the superior race and that all other races not only needed to know and accept this, but those that didn't needed to be killed.
"that's it! I'm out!" Screamed the young man as he slammed the door to his parents house after the discussion got rather heated.
The memory was still fresh in his mind. Most of his time away from the house was spent learning how to keep all of that rage and frustration from coming to a head. The unnamed man promised himself that he would never again use this move in front of others until he had found a name worthy of him.
He took a deep breath in, bringing those memories to the forefront of his mind, as if it was only yesterday. His parents yelling and him yelling back, his heart rate increased as he took the typical ********** stance, folding his hand in a motioned fashion, channeling his ki forward as he brought his hands in front of him. He had practiced this move a thousand times, it was still far from perfect, but it definitely was getting much better.
"I'm-a Firin' My Lasehhh!!!" He shouted into the wind as stones that were raised up near him collapsed to the ground.
A large beam of energy erupted from his hands targeted at the nearest mountain. The sweat dripped neatly off from his brow as the dust settled, one less mountain in this plain. He was exhausted, but time from practice was over, time to continue on to the tournament.
"that's it! I'm out!" Screamed the young man as he slammed the door to his parents house after the discussion got rather heated.
The memory was still fresh in his mind. Most of his time away from the house was spent learning how to keep all of that rage and frustration from coming to a head. The unnamed man promised himself that he would never again use this move in front of others until he had found a name worthy of him.
He took a deep breath in, bringing those memories to the forefront of his mind, as if it was only yesterday. His parents yelling and him yelling back, his heart rate increased as he took the typical ********** stance, folding his hand in a motioned fashion, channeling his ki forward as he brought his hands in front of him. He had practiced this move a thousand times, it was still far from perfect, but it definitely was getting much better.
"I'm-a Firin' My Lasehhh!!!" He shouted into the wind as stones that were raised up near him collapsed to the ground.
A large beam of energy erupted from his hands targeted at the nearest mountain. The sweat dripped neatly off from his brow as the dust settled, one less mountain in this plain. He was exhausted, but time from practice was over, time to continue on to the tournament.