How Do You Know?
Chapter9: Fighting
Moving like a jet through the crisp air, he could taste the showdown. Banking sharply he spiraled down to land perfectly in front of his foe. Smiling in anticipation he looked at the man standing not six feet away and not in apparent shock. This would be fun.
"Care to introduce yourself stranger?" asked the tall green skinned man. Shashii gave a small bow and nodded.
"I am Shashii, Sayajin warrior second class." Said the teenaged powerhouse. Piccolo grunted.
"Piccolo, Demon King." Stated the man gruffly.
"Cool, so what does that entail?" asked Shashii curiously.
"Nothing anymore. It's just a title." Shashii cocked his head.
"What does it mean then?"
"That I am the strongest and most evil warrior here. That this world lives at my pleasure."
"See that's a problem, because I need to extinguish all life here. Sorry but that's my duty to my master." Said Shashii with a devilish smirk.
"Oh? Last one to say that left after only causing two deaths. You'll eat your big words boy." Piccolo growled as he slid into a tight fighting pose.
"Nah, your death will be one more little chalk mark on my slate that is covered with billions." Stated the Sayajin as he dropped into his favorite pose as well. "Besides this little rock will make a great pleasure resort for some empire."
They charged forward with great battle cries, after a few seconds of exchanging blows they landed and glared at each other. Unspoken insults and challenges flew through the tension filled air and as a brief gust passed them they were at each other's throats again.
As they blocked, parried and attacked with vicious volleys they both found themselves taking far too many blows. They broke off again to get their bearings and breath. Shashii decided to quit playing around, that had gotten him into trouble before. Bringing all of his energy up he let out a howl of pain as his muscles stretched his skin. Piccolo grinned and did the same, somehow they were even.
Smirking they watched each other, trying to find a weakness to take advantage of, and trying to psyche the other out. Shashii moved first, he blurred out of sight and Piccolo snapped his head up and did the same.
Sounds of flesh hitting flesh, grunts, shouts of pain and insults resounded off the walls. The smell of burning flesh wafted through the winds and small moments of seeing ghostlike afterimages occurred throughout the canyon. The battle was epic and yet most wouldn't have a chance to see it.
The storm of sand had died down and the artificial intelligence found the pod was six feet under surface level. Levitating up it landed softly on the unstable surface. Raddittzu emerged and grumbled something about crappy out of date databases and bad navigation system programmers going to hell.
Raddittzu looked around, and true to his luck, he landed in an eternal and infinite sandy desert. Flying high above the brilliant and blinding yellow brown surface he tried to raise his son on the scouter. He got nothing but static. Keying in a code he scanned for sento ryokos.
"Okay bunch of cities, a few higher levels. Nothing. Hold it." He pushed a few more buttons. "Two extremely high. oh shit, he would go and fight someone that damned strong. Hold on son before you do something stupid."
Raddittzu flew as fast as he could south. "Of course he's at a pole and I'm no where near it." Muttered the irritated and panicked father.
They faced off again after Piccolo had let out another volley of small blasts that had taken a toll on the Sayajin. Both were beaten, battered and bloody. But Shashii was undoubtedly the worst off.
Frustrated he gathered his energy and stuck his arms out with his fingers interlaced like a child holding out a grasshopper he had just caught. The two hands started to glow with a pulsating energy. He let it build and Piccolo knew he couldn't block it.
"HAAA!!!" Shashii let out a monstrous beam of energy straight at Piccolo who dodged it. Quickly Shashii made a motion with his right hand as he kept his left straight out. The beam curved and followed the green warrior. Piccolo growled as he tried to keep avoiding it and put his index and middle fingers to his forehead.
"Masappo Cannon, HA!!!" Shouted Piccolo as his corkscrew like attack drove through Shashii's beam and hit the teen's left arm, effectively breaking his humorus.
"AHH!! Damnit." Shashii swore up and down as he clutched his arm. His face was twisted into a grotesque expression. Piccolo laughed and folded his arms over his chest.
His tail was arched and puffed out and the Sayajin was becoming pale. Biting his lip hard, he charged after Piccolo with his right hand full of lethal energy. They moved back and forth in a deadly dance of a tempo that Shashii couldn't quite match for much longer.
"Admirable, kid, but no," Piccolo dodged most of the blows with the ease of a skilled master, "Cigar." Piccolo hit the boy's arm and then grabbed the unprotected tail. Instantly the teen cried out in agony and passed out.
"Damnit." muttered the limp body. Piccolo smirked, he wasn't letting go of this tail; the teen had come close to killing him thrice in the hour they had spent in combat. No way in hell was he letting the brat try a fourth time.
Raddittzu glared at his scouter's display. Both of the massive energies were gone, his son's disappeared first and then his opponents vanished. Growling he kept on his course praying that his son was still alive. Speeding up he soon found the frozen end of the world. Flying low to the ground he tried to pick up some scent or sign of his son.
"Pod seven six two. find pod eight three zero." Commanded Raddittzu.
"Finding.finding.finding.found.awaiting orders." Said the cold computer's voice.
"Feed homing signal into my scouter." Said Raddittzu, trying to stay calm. The beacon came on strong quickly Raddittzu flew after it. "Please be alive Shashii, I can't loose you like this."
Two chapters in one day. I'm so happy.
Chapter9: Fighting
Moving like a jet through the crisp air, he could taste the showdown. Banking sharply he spiraled down to land perfectly in front of his foe. Smiling in anticipation he looked at the man standing not six feet away and not in apparent shock. This would be fun.
"Care to introduce yourself stranger?" asked the tall green skinned man. Shashii gave a small bow and nodded.
"I am Shashii, Sayajin warrior second class." Said the teenaged powerhouse. Piccolo grunted.
"Piccolo, Demon King." Stated the man gruffly.
"Cool, so what does that entail?" asked Shashii curiously.
"Nothing anymore. It's just a title." Shashii cocked his head.
"What does it mean then?"
"That I am the strongest and most evil warrior here. That this world lives at my pleasure."
"See that's a problem, because I need to extinguish all life here. Sorry but that's my duty to my master." Said Shashii with a devilish smirk.
"Oh? Last one to say that left after only causing two deaths. You'll eat your big words boy." Piccolo growled as he slid into a tight fighting pose.
"Nah, your death will be one more little chalk mark on my slate that is covered with billions." Stated the Sayajin as he dropped into his favorite pose as well. "Besides this little rock will make a great pleasure resort for some empire."
They charged forward with great battle cries, after a few seconds of exchanging blows they landed and glared at each other. Unspoken insults and challenges flew through the tension filled air and as a brief gust passed them they were at each other's throats again.
As they blocked, parried and attacked with vicious volleys they both found themselves taking far too many blows. They broke off again to get their bearings and breath. Shashii decided to quit playing around, that had gotten him into trouble before. Bringing all of his energy up he let out a howl of pain as his muscles stretched his skin. Piccolo grinned and did the same, somehow they were even.
Smirking they watched each other, trying to find a weakness to take advantage of, and trying to psyche the other out. Shashii moved first, he blurred out of sight and Piccolo snapped his head up and did the same.
Sounds of flesh hitting flesh, grunts, shouts of pain and insults resounded off the walls. The smell of burning flesh wafted through the winds and small moments of seeing ghostlike afterimages occurred throughout the canyon. The battle was epic and yet most wouldn't have a chance to see it.
The storm of sand had died down and the artificial intelligence found the pod was six feet under surface level. Levitating up it landed softly on the unstable surface. Raddittzu emerged and grumbled something about crappy out of date databases and bad navigation system programmers going to hell.
Raddittzu looked around, and true to his luck, he landed in an eternal and infinite sandy desert. Flying high above the brilliant and blinding yellow brown surface he tried to raise his son on the scouter. He got nothing but static. Keying in a code he scanned for sento ryokos.
"Okay bunch of cities, a few higher levels. Nothing. Hold it." He pushed a few more buttons. "Two extremely high. oh shit, he would go and fight someone that damned strong. Hold on son before you do something stupid."
Raddittzu flew as fast as he could south. "Of course he's at a pole and I'm no where near it." Muttered the irritated and panicked father.
They faced off again after Piccolo had let out another volley of small blasts that had taken a toll on the Sayajin. Both were beaten, battered and bloody. But Shashii was undoubtedly the worst off.
Frustrated he gathered his energy and stuck his arms out with his fingers interlaced like a child holding out a grasshopper he had just caught. The two hands started to glow with a pulsating energy. He let it build and Piccolo knew he couldn't block it.
"HAAA!!!" Shashii let out a monstrous beam of energy straight at Piccolo who dodged it. Quickly Shashii made a motion with his right hand as he kept his left straight out. The beam curved and followed the green warrior. Piccolo growled as he tried to keep avoiding it and put his index and middle fingers to his forehead.
"Masappo Cannon, HA!!!" Shouted Piccolo as his corkscrew like attack drove through Shashii's beam and hit the teen's left arm, effectively breaking his humorus.
"AHH!! Damnit." Shashii swore up and down as he clutched his arm. His face was twisted into a grotesque expression. Piccolo laughed and folded his arms over his chest.
His tail was arched and puffed out and the Sayajin was becoming pale. Biting his lip hard, he charged after Piccolo with his right hand full of lethal energy. They moved back and forth in a deadly dance of a tempo that Shashii couldn't quite match for much longer.
"Admirable, kid, but no," Piccolo dodged most of the blows with the ease of a skilled master, "Cigar." Piccolo hit the boy's arm and then grabbed the unprotected tail. Instantly the teen cried out in agony and passed out.
"Damnit." muttered the limp body. Piccolo smirked, he wasn't letting go of this tail; the teen had come close to killing him thrice in the hour they had spent in combat. No way in hell was he letting the brat try a fourth time.
Raddittzu glared at his scouter's display. Both of the massive energies were gone, his son's disappeared first and then his opponents vanished. Growling he kept on his course praying that his son was still alive. Speeding up he soon found the frozen end of the world. Flying low to the ground he tried to pick up some scent or sign of his son.
"Pod seven six two. find pod eight three zero." Commanded Raddittzu.
"Finding.finding.finding.found.awaiting orders." Said the cold computer's voice.
"Feed homing signal into my scouter." Said Raddittzu, trying to stay calm. The beacon came on strong quickly Raddittzu flew after it. "Please be alive Shashii, I can't loose you like this."
Two chapters in one day. I'm so happy.