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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
2,118
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Scene Twenty Two
Project Enneyac
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Scene Twenty Two
En looked up at the starry night sky as she laid back and waited for the carcass to cook itself over the open fire. The light brown, calico cloak beneath her insulated her from the cold sand, she was donned in her usual armour and the night breeze caressed her face like a tender lover's palm.
It had been months since En has been back with her team yet the feelings of unfinished business and emotions that will never be communicated haunted her still. The more she sparred with both Seripa and Toma the more she felt her fighting style change, through self discipline she had been purposefully using techniques that were usually different from what she had been trained to use in battles, some did not work as well and some prevailed but what they all had in common was that they were often met with mixed receptions from her teammates. As much as it felt hard for her to admit, she had begin to prefer fighting solo rather than along side her teammates, no matter how much she tried to deny it. It was not so much of the feeling of being dragged down, but more of that she could do with more flexibility now that her style has evolved so much.
The giant apes method is obsolute, she thought of herself. Why should I transform and waste more time and energy, not to mention not having my thoughts with me just to destroy the cities, when I can get it done just as well if not more efficient with my energy blasts? True, she had proved herself that she could destroy several cities in one go by forming and throwing a huge energy blast which in the past, she thought it could only be done through the giant ape form, but then again she had been a proficient energy controller before she had been trained in combats. It just saves so much time, isn't it more wonderful that we can go home a lot earlier and have more time to train? Why can't he see that? She thought to herself as she formed electrifying energy waves between her open palms, juggling it and transferring the balance simultaneously and willing it to whatever shape she wanted.
She had started doing it unconsciously in the dining room once and did not realise that she had fried her bread bun and burned it to a crisp until she smelled the charred vapour in the air. Toma laughed but Bardock and Seripa did not seem amused. Nonetheless, she took it upon herself and started doing more energy control related training outside the station, careful not to change the surrounding landscapes too much. Occassionally she did more damage to herself than the rocks due to mishandling the energy control, but despite the laughs and jeers she had gotten from others, she only gave them so much of a death glare before moving on and getting back into her own training. You guys can get stuffed, I got better things to do. She would usually think to herself. The happiest moments were when she mastered a new technique and could start using it without having to do every step conscientiously but feel it being delivered smoothly from her, as if she was born with it. One of the most recent ones involved lashing out her energy wave like a whip, it could extend and wrap things around and kill it through explosion with intended timing.
Of course, it often involved the use of sand wolves as target practice, but En would always be sure to never waste the animal's carcass and often start a bon fire, with the aid of energy spark of course and roast the beast the natural way, as she was doing it now. The promising scent made its way to her as she sat up and started to tear the limbs off the cooked carcass. As she gnawed through the meat she thought back to the days when she never had enough to eat and how times have changed since then, but if anything, she could not withstand anyone calling her 'morgue rat', no matter how irrelevant it was to her now, the idea of being stared down no matter her current power level still brought a grimace to her face. Her peculiar training and half feral way of life in the last few months had the station gossiping and it was not long before it reached Bardock's ears. Inevitably, their relationship as master and pupil could not have any more tension.
En tore off a huge chunk savagely with her teeth as she thought angrily back to the conversation she and Bardock exchanged this morning.
Stop with this strange shit blah blah blah people are going to think I don't train you enough blah blah blah. She thought as she snapped the sand wolf's rib cage open and gauged the stringy intestines out, not caring about staining her prestine white gloves. Such hypocrites, we all eat other forms of aliens when we're on strange planets, how else are we supposed to have energy to fight? This class system is bullshit! The nerve they have! Constantly bitching about how the elites look down on us and yet they do just the same with anyone who's not a trooper! Just because you never had the opportunity to be an elite old man doesn't mean you can stop me! I'm going to that enlisting tournament and there's nothing you can say about it! Damn hypocrite, I thought you'd be proud of me but no, you just want me stuck to you and your stinking old ways forever and ever!
The alienating feeling that had been created from her new development of her power has created an even bigger gap between her and of all people she did not expect, Bardock himself. It was peculiar really, to think that all these years of suppressed love for someone could turn to resentment from the moment you realised they don't support what you're doing, or even stopping you from being what you could become. En thought bitterly as she threw the thigh bone in the air and blasted it to a crisp as she recalled how the rest of the conversation went.
But Bardock, if I become an elite I can convince the king to abolish the whole class system, that way no one can look down on anyone and everyone can only be judged on their merits instead of class, wouldn't this be wonderful? Why can't you agree with me if you know it's true! What do you mean I'm fucking naive?! Yes I just swore at you old man 'cause you're a numbskull who can only listen to yourself talk! What?! .... No, how dare you.... of all people I did not expect you to call me that... No... don't talk to me... No fuck you I'm out of here! Fuck out of my way Toma!
Of course, from a mental state she had nowhere else to go for Seripa would find her anyways, in recent developments her training in close combats with had warranted her in upperhand, much to Seripa's mixed emotions of being proud of her as well a tint of jealousy. Toma on the other hand remained neutral, he had always been in the background without taking sides. They're just jealous of me. She felt her face going hot and her throat tighten, finally finished stuffing herself full of the sand wolf and began to slowly char the remaining felt and skeletons with her energy beam as she watched them burn slowly. It was oddly therapeutic for her.
When I become an elite, I can put all of this behind me, no longer having to be dragged back, no more arguements and no more disappointments.
Tomorrow, everything will change.
After a slow burning session, she stood up and wiped her mouth across with the back of her already bloodied gloved hand.
She turned around and looked at the station for the last time. She took her scouter off, tossed it high into the air and blasted it to smithereens. So sparkly, she thought.
Good bye Toma, Seripa and you, Bardock.
She turned back and began walking slowly towards the city.
End Scene Twenty Two.
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Big change! Glad that I can finally move foward with the story instead of backtracing constantly!
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Please do not redistribute without permission.
Warning: Mature Content
Scene Twenty Two
En looked up at the starry night sky as she laid back and waited for the carcass to cook itself over the open fire. The light brown, calico cloak beneath her insulated her from the cold sand, she was donned in her usual armour and the night breeze caressed her face like a tender lover's palm.
It had been months since En has been back with her team yet the feelings of unfinished business and emotions that will never be communicated haunted her still. The more she sparred with both Seripa and Toma the more she felt her fighting style change, through self discipline she had been purposefully using techniques that were usually different from what she had been trained to use in battles, some did not work as well and some prevailed but what they all had in common was that they were often met with mixed receptions from her teammates. As much as it felt hard for her to admit, she had begin to prefer fighting solo rather than along side her teammates, no matter how much she tried to deny it. It was not so much of the feeling of being dragged down, but more of that she could do with more flexibility now that her style has evolved so much.
The giant apes method is obsolute, she thought of herself. Why should I transform and waste more time and energy, not to mention not having my thoughts with me just to destroy the cities, when I can get it done just as well if not more efficient with my energy blasts? True, she had proved herself that she could destroy several cities in one go by forming and throwing a huge energy blast which in the past, she thought it could only be done through the giant ape form, but then again she had been a proficient energy controller before she had been trained in combats. It just saves so much time, isn't it more wonderful that we can go home a lot earlier and have more time to train? Why can't he see that? She thought to herself as she formed electrifying energy waves between her open palms, juggling it and transferring the balance simultaneously and willing it to whatever shape she wanted.
She had started doing it unconsciously in the dining room once and did not realise that she had fried her bread bun and burned it to a crisp until she smelled the charred vapour in the air. Toma laughed but Bardock and Seripa did not seem amused. Nonetheless, she took it upon herself and started doing more energy control related training outside the station, careful not to change the surrounding landscapes too much. Occassionally she did more damage to herself than the rocks due to mishandling the energy control, but despite the laughs and jeers she had gotten from others, she only gave them so much of a death glare before moving on and getting back into her own training. You guys can get stuffed, I got better things to do. She would usually think to herself. The happiest moments were when she mastered a new technique and could start using it without having to do every step conscientiously but feel it being delivered smoothly from her, as if she was born with it. One of the most recent ones involved lashing out her energy wave like a whip, it could extend and wrap things around and kill it through explosion with intended timing.
Of course, it often involved the use of sand wolves as target practice, but En would always be sure to never waste the animal's carcass and often start a bon fire, with the aid of energy spark of course and roast the beast the natural way, as she was doing it now. The promising scent made its way to her as she sat up and started to tear the limbs off the cooked carcass. As she gnawed through the meat she thought back to the days when she never had enough to eat and how times have changed since then, but if anything, she could not withstand anyone calling her 'morgue rat', no matter how irrelevant it was to her now, the idea of being stared down no matter her current power level still brought a grimace to her face. Her peculiar training and half feral way of life in the last few months had the station gossiping and it was not long before it reached Bardock's ears. Inevitably, their relationship as master and pupil could not have any more tension.
En tore off a huge chunk savagely with her teeth as she thought angrily back to the conversation she and Bardock exchanged this morning.
Stop with this strange shit blah blah blah people are going to think I don't train you enough blah blah blah. She thought as she snapped the sand wolf's rib cage open and gauged the stringy intestines out, not caring about staining her prestine white gloves. Such hypocrites, we all eat other forms of aliens when we're on strange planets, how else are we supposed to have energy to fight? This class system is bullshit! The nerve they have! Constantly bitching about how the elites look down on us and yet they do just the same with anyone who's not a trooper! Just because you never had the opportunity to be an elite old man doesn't mean you can stop me! I'm going to that enlisting tournament and there's nothing you can say about it! Damn hypocrite, I thought you'd be proud of me but no, you just want me stuck to you and your stinking old ways forever and ever!
The alienating feeling that had been created from her new development of her power has created an even bigger gap between her and of all people she did not expect, Bardock himself. It was peculiar really, to think that all these years of suppressed love for someone could turn to resentment from the moment you realised they don't support what you're doing, or even stopping you from being what you could become. En thought bitterly as she threw the thigh bone in the air and blasted it to a crisp as she recalled how the rest of the conversation went.
But Bardock, if I become an elite I can convince the king to abolish the whole class system, that way no one can look down on anyone and everyone can only be judged on their merits instead of class, wouldn't this be wonderful? Why can't you agree with me if you know it's true! What do you mean I'm fucking naive?! Yes I just swore at you old man 'cause you're a numbskull who can only listen to yourself talk! What?! .... No, how dare you.... of all people I did not expect you to call me that... No... don't talk to me... No fuck you I'm out of here! Fuck out of my way Toma!
Of course, from a mental state she had nowhere else to go for Seripa would find her anyways, in recent developments her training in close combats with had warranted her in upperhand, much to Seripa's mixed emotions of being proud of her as well a tint of jealousy. Toma on the other hand remained neutral, he had always been in the background without taking sides. They're just jealous of me. She felt her face going hot and her throat tighten, finally finished stuffing herself full of the sand wolf and began to slowly char the remaining felt and skeletons with her energy beam as she watched them burn slowly. It was oddly therapeutic for her.
When I become an elite, I can put all of this behind me, no longer having to be dragged back, no more arguements and no more disappointments.
Tomorrow, everything will change.
After a slow burning session, she stood up and wiped her mouth across with the back of her already bloodied gloved hand.
She turned around and looked at the station for the last time. She took her scouter off, tossed it high into the air and blasted it to smithereens. So sparkly, she thought.
Good bye Toma, Seripa and you, Bardock.
She turned back and began walking slowly towards the city.
End Scene Twenty Two.
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Big change! Glad that I can finally move foward with the story instead of backtracing constantly!
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