Mogtaki

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Despite his standing with the Princes and anyone in general in this place Krom was still going to try and teach, he wasn’t going to slack off and just let things happen; besides, he would probably just get the blame for Takeshi’s bad back. With Takeshi adjusting himself and making excuses as to why he hadn’t been seeing his other friend, or whatever he was, in a while he couldn’t help but smirk. “Too busy? Doing what? Training? Going off to fight things? Everything that’s in a Frost Demon’s instinct to do? Hmmm that’s too bad…for him, at least. Unless you’re afraid that he’ll fly away…” It was a little weird that they weren’t using Kiton for anything, at least to him. It had always been the case that the talented and strong were used in battle as much as possible, but the Rebels didn’t appear to be doing such a thing. They seemed more set on keeping the strongest only on certain rotation, like they were satisfied just sending a few people out on missions at a time. It seemed pretty wasteful, like they didn’t want to put all their effort into a mission. It certainly said a lot about the rebels, unless it was just this bunch who barely wanted to do anything in regards to the monsters and the King’s own army. Seeing Takeshi’s nerve being struck there he smirked, folding his arms. “You know, if you’re going to get mad you should focus it into lifting those weights! You’d get stronger and more focused if you at least tried to stop yourself from focusing all your emotions into what you say! Put your feelings into action!”

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Vegeta was just spouting the worst things to say right now, making him sound as if his endurance was something to clap at. Just who did Vegeta think he was? Or better yet what did he think he was? Surely his existence was worth more than a simple applause? Lashing out at Vegeta wasn’t going to be good enough for him, but something inside was slowly killing his ability to fight clearly and with one last quick punch it had instead turned into almost gouging Vegeta’s face. Growling lowly he stared at his claws for a moment before looking back at Vegeta, standing his ground. Just what was freedom if he wasn’t trusted to go where he pleased? What of all the regulations he was put under? Even the trial and how he was treated then. He knew Korian still despised him for all that he had done with seemingly no remorse. Just how many more around him hated the fact he existed? It had been different when he was with the Saiyans, he was aware of every moment despite being placed under control. He wasn’t happier with the Saiyans by far, but they made him feel useful and gave him a purpose which was more than what he had been given here.

“They knew me. Remembered me! They respected me as a warrior! And what have I been here? Constantly forgotten and discarded!” Backing off a few steps as Vegeta approached he let out a growling sigh, looking to his claws instead of Vegeta. He was trying hard to apologise to him, but that was pretty difficult. It had been most of his life already and to shake that off was going to take a lot longer than that. “Hmph, friends…? If your father didn’t call you over here you would never think about coming to see the likes of me? If I sought you out would you be willing to talk or leave your room with me or will you simply say ‘I’m too busy’? Ever since your father came back you’ve stopped doing everything with me or even acknowledged my existence because you no longer have to deal with me…” It was a lot more than simply having a lack of purpose, it was being seen as a subject and someone so unstable they needed someone to watch over all the time. “Being with the Saiyans may had been painful, I may had experienced horrors beyond your understanding…but I was never forgotten about! All it feels now is I’m being constantly watched by everyone here to make sure I’m going to behave myself! That’s all it has been so far…just more monitoring with the only difference being I’m allowed to go outside now under supervision…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil was not too into the whole augmentation process that he had to undergo to get his barrier all installed, he really had to admit that he wasn’t a big fan of anything regarding his body. The last time something installed itself into his body he went on a rampage and nearly lost everything and even though Norman was the one working on him he couldn’t help but not feel safe. This whole shield thing he was supposed to be getting, was he going to be absolutely safe using it? It wasn’t one of those things that popped up and anything that was in its path would get clipped and cut off, surely? It may had gone through the trial period and he had seen it work alright for him whenever he activated it for testing, but how it worked was still beyond him. He would truly have to trust in himself to be able to activate this barrier at the right moment as to not put his friends in danger, if they still thought of him as a friend.

He hadn’t seen the others much if at all over the past few days, they were all busy doing their own things and when they weren’t doing those they were off with food or sleeping. He didn’t know what to say to them anyway, they were all busy with their own things and had their own worries. It wasn’t that he had much to say to them anyway, maybe tell them about his shield and other things he’s been working on with Norman. He wanted to tell them about how his day had been and what he had been up to, but he felt like he couldn’t too. To do such things made him wonder if it was too ‘human’ of him, to find excitement in getting new things and wanting to show them off. He didn’t actually know if people got a little creeped out whenever he did things that seemed like something a human would do, he remembered Amuné did when she first met him.

He probably shouldn’t be thinking about such things, he was supposed to be doing tests with Norman on his shield. He couldn’t help but feel a little secluded from the rest of them, but then again he had been feeling like that for some time now. All he needed to do was help Norman test his barrier, then he could go back to thinking about other things. It would be bad to get distracted at this time, especially when Norman was talking about projectiles.

“Uhh! O-Okay…I mean yes sir…” he spoke as he made a very quick and brief run to the other side of the room, feeling rather unprepared but willing to try, at least. This was important for everyone, he just hoped he’d be able to pull it off alright without malfunctioning and going haywire in the workshop. Rubbing at his gauntlets momentarily he looked up at Norman as he explained himself, just to make sure he wasn’t going to be setting him off probably. He was certain it would be okay, he just had to believe he was capable of telling the difference between friend or foe. They weren’t going to cause him harm if they hit him, he had to understand that even with the demonstration given to him. Giving his gauntlet a shake he held it up in front of him before gasping as his shield activated, the energy it gave off catching him off-guard as if he never expected it to actually work. “I’m ready, I think! Please be gentle…I mean, throwing something is different than firing it…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl was pretty numb feeling, wondering if he was supposed to be feeling this particular way after being blasted by wind. It was supposed to be just wind, nothing else. It wasn’t punches or Ki blasts he was having to fend off, just an element that his people tried to avoid. It didn’t help that he lived underground most of his life, the winds down there was mostly due to storms elsewhere that ventilated from other areas. It was a force he wasn’t used to trying to deal with, but hopefully it was going to be able to help him in the end. Feeling pretty exhausted already he looked to his father as he took this brief moment to discuss what they were planning on doing next, feeling a little relieved the plan was to go only one last time at least. It was probably all he could take for his legs and the feeling in his chest. It may not had felt like too much to Haku and his father, but they were heavier than him and being so light made it difficult to withstand and push back from blustering wind. “…Okay, okay we’ll do that. I wouldn’t want that either…”

It would feel probably pretty good to get to meditation practice, better than being blasted in the face by sharp winds. It was all for his own good of course, he understood that quite clearly. Looking back at Haku he frowned a little at his insistence that he was going to be fine, not knowing if he should be believing the results quite yet. “Anything is possible…? I guess so: I went to space…” he muttered, thinking it through in his head before gasping when Haku decided to pull him forward. When he went back he had no idea how they’ll even react if at all, especially when he was not taken heed of all that much with the likes of Takeshi refusing to touch him anyway. Takeshi would never want to train with him because of his fur and odd moulting. That wasn’t his driving force though, he just wanted to feel better. “I won’t give up! I-I’ll still go one more time though…then I need to find balance so that my legs and chest don’t hurt so much…” So long as his head didn’t start hurting he was probably going to be fine, he’d never be able to meditate if he had a headache. Making clicking noises for a second he soon moved back into position, ready to go again. “I can take it! Then…where ever King Nema is. If he’s back at the palace then I don’t know how good I’ll be at flying after this…”

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Krom didn’t really care about Takeshi’s words, he had seen much worse go on and Takeshi would probably just ignore the fact any of it happened. He didn’t care much about other people, that much was evident. The fact that there was people in worse situations that Takeshi ignored was already placing him in the ‘couldn’t care less about his words’ pile. It was interesting though, how much he was angry at him for all that had happened to Shu and Viral. Maybe he could use that to get him motivated, but he would have to be telling him more about what happened behind the scenes. Shu would be fine with him talking about it, the kid was already aware of everything that happened nor did talking about it actually spring up any emotions in him. It was important that he didn’t try and get him to change to try and help him control it today, with his head injury that much stress could end up popping something if he wasn’t careful. Takeshi, however, had nothing wrong with him so he could take it. Looking at him he let out a sigh, seeing him looking like he was just making it harder for himself with that posture. “You know, if you want to break your back then sure! Keep going at it like that! You’ll bend over like an overburdened twig!” he called out to him, heavily sighing, “Maybe once Shu is better we’ll give you that Frost Demon to fight against, see if you’ve actually grown in strength while I test out your brother! I’m sure you’ll do fiiiine fighting one of those creatures…besides, you’ve been ignoring his existence while he’s been sitting in a single room all by himself. He’ll be happy to get out and stretch his legs, I’m sure! Can’t let him end up being forgotten like you forgot about the Commander, huh?”

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What Vegeta had done was just unforgiveable in Viral’s eyes at this moment, whether that would change in the future was something that couldn’t be predicted. It had been years of the same issues and even with them off Earth he was barely treating him with any respect. He was just another subject to him who had received the ‘care and attention’ he felt he deserved to receive before being dumped on the next person otherwise known as Aito. While this was supposed to be somewhat like training he was barely doing any of that and instead simply throwing out his frustrations, a small portion of it at least. He was on top of Vegeta at every corner while hardly giving him an opening, only having Vegeta charge at him once he was far away enough to given a chance to breathe. Growling, he pulled to the side to dodge the slow punch Vegeta tried to deliver before throwing a counter attack right back. With the intention of attacking once more he moved in, but Vegeta had managed to break through and score a hit to his head.

Staggering momentarily he soon caught himself, his claws up near his face momentarily as he glanced over when Vegeta finally decided to speak. ‘Still here’? Is that all he had for him? That he was still around after all the torture he endured? “…Is that all you can say? ‘Despite everything’? You think this is just all coincidence that I’m still around? Is that it? You’re surprised I’ve managed to survive this long?” he spoke, sounding almost baffled, “I survived because nothing will kill me! Not even a damn Saiyan blowing up in my face! You know how hard it is to die when nothing kills you??” Going in again he started throwing punches again, becoming a little more random with his attacks and his fists loosening a little. “I’m still here because of that sliver of hope that I might find a meaning to my existence! A reason why I’m still here! And do you know all I got? The fact that I’m just a damn babysitter for someone who never wanted me around! Maybe I should had stayed with the Saiyans…they at least gave me more ‘despite everything’!”

It was at this point where he didn’t even know if he was still mad at Vegeta or maybe himself. He had never been able to speak of these issues and what was he expecting, exactly? He had stopped trying to dodge or block Vegeta as he lost focus. He had so many years to try and figure it out himself, yet he had failed even that. He was a failure to himself. Vegeta was right: despite everything, all their efforts, he was still here, another roadblock in the way. Without him, Vegeta would have a normal family and everyone would be back on Earth.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl was practically shaking in anticipation, his excitement carrying on into his fear as he tried to be positive about this and himself. If he could figure out the best way to combat the extreme winds and remain forever stabilised against them he would be stronger in no time, hopefully. He did wonder what they would move onto next once he was able to withstand the winds, probably flying against it but then what if he surpassed that? He hoped he would get that far, he had to if he was to make his father proud. “I-I’m not worrying that much! I just don’t like the thought of bleeding all over the place because I messed up…” he sighed, shaking his head. It was just his preference: he wasn’t too into the whole ‘getting hurt to get stronger’ thing a lot of people seemed to go for. He always thought those kinds of people were a bit crazy, but whatever lifted them high. He wasn’t going to question it further, he needed to get this training really fast. I’ll try not to! I’ll also try not to faint…” he spoke, looking back to the chasm before heading towards it himself.

Haku was quick to get back in so that helped his confidence at least. Deciding to take a deep breath before he headed in, T’charrl readied himself and immediately got his feet into position before the wind started to blast him. It was just as startling as it was before, his body feeling like it was being squashed against the wind and his own determination to stay upright. How he was supposed to withstand this while flying he had no idea, his wings would just end up being ripped to shreds then that would be several days wasted. When the wind died down again he stumbled forward slightly, having to catch himself from falling completely on his face. He had only done this a few times and he was already feeling tired, it didn’t help that he was very light compared to Haku and his father. “…And this is the easy part, right…? I can’t help but feel like I should be better at this and not feeling so…tired already…”

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“’Your guys’ fault’? Viral? Saying ‘your guys’ is like calling me a scientist. Do I look like a scientist to you? I had nothing to do with the Commander, even he knows that”, Krom shrugged, hardly giving it much of a second thought. Takeshi certainly enjoyed putting blame on others, he didn’t seem to be able to handle the blame, he was always quite happy to put it on someone else if he had to. No matter, it wasn’t anything he had to worry about, he was only the one in charge of getting the two Princes up to scratch in their fighting skills. He had no idea what to do with Shu was the only thing. The kid had a training day’s break because he was told he had to give the boy a break, but that wasn’t enough to give him any idea on what he should do. Sighing lightly he looked back over to Takeshi who was continuing with his dribble. “Do you even listen to yourself? Maybe you should learn how to talk some sense”, he spoke calmly, rolling his shoulders, “I don’t care about ordering people around, and how responsible of you…you and your childish dreams. Funny how you call Korian a jerk, though! Who knows if this room has voice in it!” He had a fair number of different dreams going on in his head, ones that all had ‘happily ever after’ feels to them and none that actually came with a plan. “I already said what you’re doing! You’re not doing anything fun if your brother can’t do anything! You should think about getting to running instead! And you’re not going to blow your top either while you’re doing it. I know you have a habit of doing that…”

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Vegeta should know what he was talking about, he was around for all of it and it had been his plans. Viral had just had enough of this and was fair alright with going straight in again with these facts driving him. He had always been treated as something owned by the company and something Vegeta had accidentally revived when he wasn’t supposed to be revived. Vegeta may not remember the complete details from when he was awoken, but he remembered when Vegeta grew distant before deciding it was best to sell him off. Throwing his attacks in hastily he was almost successful in conquering Vegeta, but Vegeta was quick to get back up and drove his foot into his ribs, sending him tumbling away. When he managed to catch himself from rolling more he growled lowly, holding his ribs as he pushed his chest off the floor. “Help me?? Was it so hard to ask me what I wanted? You had to dictate me to the very end??” he shouted back, slowly getting back to his feet, “You knew what I was capable of! You didn’t think that just maybe those people would just pull me apart and use my genes however they pleased??” Quickly dashing back at Vegeta he threw his fists directly at Vegeta, trying to end with a kick right back. “The Saiyans did just that and if a bunch of monkeys could work out how to do that, you don’t think a bunch of naked apes would do the same?? You willingly risked my life because you grew bored of me!”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

“Yeah, comparing our people to Murans we’re absolutely the savages”, Kensen retorted, sounding fairly neutral as if it was a matter of fact. Unless her father could chill out and not consider himself a supreme overlord of a war-like clan and have people not fearing their deaths maybe he wouldn’t call them savages. “That whole clan system was made so long ago. The fact Dimurans still fight for leadership is primeval. Being strong doesn’t make you smart, after all”. If he was to take on Nymira for the title of leader he would win no problem. She barely had a handle on her own magic, nevermind fight against him properly. If they let the smartest and most level-headed Dimuran take charge they would probably be in a better place right now. She was fair riding on her father’s status right now. This whole training thing would definitely see if she was actually going to be able to keep up with him, maybe she could even prove him wrong although doubtful. She wouldn’t had nearly as many life challenges that he had in the past few years, the fight against the beast proved that.

Kensen was just wanting to sit down and mind his own business while eating his food, watching a little impatiently as the server gave Nymira hers first before he could get his. He already had the money waiting, but Nymira insisted on being pretty useless and not have the right amount of coin waiting to be handed over. She was so wishy-washy about riches, it seemed, and was quite happy to throw her father’s money in all directions. This was quite the waste of time, she could’ve saved them the shock and just had the money organised. Looking at her in a side glance he sighed in annoyance, looking away briefly before setting his eyes on the server when he was finally able to get his food and pay. “Hah, yeah. Now you know how we felt when we were sent out to combat a beast worse than that one. Pretty horrible, wasn’t it?” he spoke slowly, taking his food after paying, “I was just a child when I was exiled. You see how that logic fails you? Your father sent me and those warriors to their death that day”. There was probably no use talking to her about it anyway, she’d never understand. Turning quickly he moved back over to the main group as they were the ones he was supposed to be watching over, not that he particularly cared about sitting with them all that much. As fast as Nymira and he had sat down the pair were quick to get stuck into their food, Kensen barely giving the others a second glance.

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Cecil wished Amuné would stop trying to be around him all the time, it just didn’t make sense to him logically. She had been scared of him up until a certain point and now didn’t want to leave him alone. He wanted to be left alone with Norman to get worked on, but having Amuné around would just put her in danger of all these tools that surround them. That wouldn’t be terribly good at all, he would just feel worse too. Luckily she wasn’t going to be hanging around and he was soon left with Norman, his eyes staring down at the tools once more as he went back into his own personal thoughts. He mostly wondered what was going to happen to him today and how much of him was going to be altered, but there was also things that he might end up having removed from him. If there was no use for the crystal then shouldn’t it just come out of him? He should probably ask about that, seeing as those men in the suits seem to be after it and not caring about the rest of his parts.

Looking at his gauntlets for now he was concerned with how he was supposed to use them in the way Norman wanted him to use them, namely for protecting rather than attacking. Using power for a shield might make it a little risky if he couldn’t find any other way to recharge his battery when Norman isn’t around with his equipment. Norman couldn’t possibly follow them all around on their little journey when he had work to do just to make sure his battery was going to stay charged up. That would be rather silly and very selfish of him, expecting somebody to always be there for him just because he was often careless. It didn’t help that he was probably seen as a rather frail fighter, otherwise he wouldn’t be needing all these shields despite being able to use his electricity to somewhat nullify certain attacks. Cecil couldn’t help but frown at the Demacite idea too, considering how he thought about having it inside him in the first place. “Is more Demacite even a good thing when I apparently have some already in me…? I’m worried about becoming an even more valuable target”, he spoke up, not entirely thrilled to be the subject of more attention like that, “I barely know what the other one inside me is for…”

Norman probably knew what to do, he shouldn’t be questioning him so much. Questioning was just something a Machina wasn’t supposed to do, he was supposed to be pretty obedient; however, he just couldn’t find himself getting into that kind of thought pattern. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t like other Machina, even though being different was supposed to be a good thing according to his friends. When Norman suddenly shouted out in excitement Cecil took a step back, staring at him as he went through a kind of mind spark that set off a fair big reaction. He was already confused, he lost track when the Demacite dust was mentioned. Looking to his gauntlets briefly again before suddenly gasping when Norman suddenly got really loud, his eyes immediately going to him before yelping as something was slapped against his back. What was he doing and what was that thing? “A barrier? From my back? What’s it made from? Will I be able to see? How durable is it?” He had so many questions but Norman definitely seemed like the type of guy who would rather see it in action than tell him all the little details. How was he supposed to activate a barrier? He didn’t have anything in his data banks to tell him how a barrier functioned, he figured he would only get things to work if he had the knowledge on how they worked already.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Aye I don't mind for sure!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

He'd probably tell her to go off since a workshop isn't a suitable place for her anyway.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Man, she really was incredibly naïve, wasn’t she? She didn’t know anything about the outside world and that much was hilarious to him. “Hmm. Maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t have such a hard time living if…you know, we didn’t fight against each other all the damn time”, Kensen spoke, looking to Nymira and shrugging hard once before looking away from her again, “The Muran don’t care about conflict and battling as much as Dimurans do, you know. They want to grow up to be farmers, bakers, florists, hunters…mothers and fathers. It’s their sense of community that allows them to thrive and be happy”. She was never going to get it even if he explained it a thousand times to her, she was just that kind of stubborn. Her reasoning for coming to this place was purely from her father’s self-importance, probably. He had come to realise that these people were reasonably good and peaceful, at least once you got passed the fact that there was still homeless and thieves around; however, that didn’t compare to the problems the Dimurans had. They would fight against each other and only see importance in one’s self once they were able to prove their strength. That’s where his clan lost out against hers: his may have the power of flight and was fast, but hers were strong with the reputation of being masters of the earth.

Feeling his own memories beginning to drag him away he soon stopped himself from going further with Nymira’s help of all things and her asking about the cities. It was an odd question, one he didn’t really know an answer for. “I’ve heard it’s hard. A fair number of people who live here came from the city so I can imagine you can ask around and…interact more with the locals…” She was probably never going to do that. She certainly acted above and beyond the ‘commoners’ and would probably never stoop to that low a level. She was only talking to him because he was a Dimuran that she was slightly aware of existing prior to her coming here. Mostly wanting to mind his own business at this point he lowered his head a little bit and turned to look at Nymira once more, listening to her doubting her team. “You know, you don’t sound much better yourself. You’re also having to get trained by me, you know. Aren’t you just helping the child find her parents as well? Then there’s the Machina: if you feel it’s weird having it around, just sell it and hire some professional warrior or whatever. You certainly complain a lot about others and their abilities when you’ve yet to prove yourself to me alone who is supposed to be a lesser rank than you…”

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Just who were these people, anyway? Cecil felt completely lost, he had no idea who these people actually were and seeing all these weapons and aggressive residents made him pretty concerned. He didn’t get told anything, everyone just acted like he was aware of what was going on the entire time even though he wasn’t. He really wished he was told more about things, but then again he was supposed to be a pretty mindless machine and not have this much self-awareness. All this talking about weapons definitely had him on edge but there wasn’t much he could do or even ask them about. He just had to stare at nothing as if going on standby, his mind lost to the confusion of the moment until he was suddenly pulled by Norman and out of the moment that had utterly confused him. His current thought pattern had been interrupted by the sudden change of environment as he was now staring at a bunch of tools on a table.

Staring at the tools was like staring at his possible destruction. Norman could take him apart if he wanted to and probably have no problem with it either. He was feeling particularly nervous about that now, but he understood he was probably going to need it if he really was just a prototype model. Problem was what if the tinkering broke him? He didn’t know how well his body will be able to handle any sort of medication, he might end up falling apart if Norman wasn’t careful. “Why do I feel I’m being blamed for ending up like that…?” he frowned, staring at his gauntlet as Norman decided to give it a closer look for whatever reason. He didn’t really know what a lot of his own body did until his programming kicked in, he just knew he could fire his gauntlets and project electricity out of them. Not entirely certain as to what he was finding to be so interesting he simply stared at him giving it a poke, gasping when he suddenly shouted about a shield. “Huh…? Since last tune up? Okay I guess I mean I don’t have any issues to report. It was at 87.63% when I was switched back on which is kind of low for how long I’ve had the battery for, but I have been using a lot of power…I just don’t know how to recharge if I can at all”, he spoke, slowly looking away as he spoke before quickly looking back again, “I’m at 99.95% at the moment, though…since I was recharged. Why? Is that too bad for a shield…?”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

So much effort was being put into all of this, just to keep him safe. T’charrl was definitely wondering what he was supposed to do to repay everyone for all this help, he felt pretty bad taking up all these people’s time just so he wouldn’t screw up. “Oh…all those people, huh…? I uhh, don’t know what to say…” It certainly wasn’t anything that didn’t make him sound like he was whining, that was for sure. He didn’t want to sound like a little hatchling but he was definitely scared of what their opinions of him were going to be at the end of the day. He needed to try really hard and not waste these people’s time, he had a duty to fulfil to these people. Shaking his claws rapidly he let out an irritable groan, eventually slapping at his cheeks. “I need to get in the zone more! I hope it doesn’t rain today…” he spoke before sighing, lowering his claws, hunching his shoulders, “If it rains how will everyone get out of the chasm…? That would be awful. How do they last above ground with all the rain…?” He was just getting side-tracked now, but he was ready to go again whenever his father and Haku were. “I want to keep trying! I can’t let down the people! They must be bored waiting for me…”

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Krom was having a great time poking fun at Takeshi, the ignorant idiot. He didn’t actually care about all the stuff that went on in the past or whatever was still bugging Takeshi, he was just doing his job so he had no issues himself. He was going to do his best to bug Takeshi and see if Shu would react, hopefully he won’t though. If Shu got all mad then he would have to deal with him himself while not trying to knock him out by slamming his head or something, he’d just make the kid worse. “If I recall correctly it was you who dragged him into space, wasn’t it? Besides, I was just doing my duty and keeping my people safe. It’s not my fault your father’s a psycho…” It’s not like Takeshi would understand anyway, he couldn’t quite grasp the concept of there being struggles on more sides than just whatever one he was on. He should know a thing or two about what went down on Kortal, he was there for a while, but then again he also seemed to forget that the Commander existed and could only talk about his brother all the time. Looking to Shu briefly who was set on sitting against the wall he slowly looked back to Takeshi, narrowing his eyes before folding his arms. “You’ve not fought me well enough to think you’re anywhere near my level. Blasting your friend into a building doesn’t mean you’re stronger than what you were before, just as reckless as ever”, he spoke, brushing his hand through his messy hair, “And what do you mean ‘out of the way’? You’re not going anywhere for a while or ‘kicking my ass’ for quite a bit! I must say though: I’m quite amused by you thinking I’ve not been training lately myself! I don’t think you’ll be catching up to me anytime soon!”

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Viral had been waiting a long time to actually do some sparring, shame that Vegeta didn’t seem to be doing anything other than taking the punches and trying to not get hit. He wasn’t throwing any at all in retaliation, just waiting until he actually stopped punching. He was only growing annoyed, he couldn’t tell if Vegeta was wanting to do this or just wanted to let him feel better by being able to throw some punches without worrying about his life for once. With his anger only rising he questioned Vegeta’s motives, continuing to try and get something out of him before suddenly Vegeta decided now was the time to retaliate with his own attacks. While he did try to block the attacks he wasn’t fast enough, instead being struck twice and winded momentarily. Growling, Viral immediately tried to retaliate, throwing a series of punches with only one managing to strike Vegeta before his next was caught. Narrowing his gaze at Vegeta when he questioned his strength he was quick to try and shut him up; however, that ended up not going to plan either as he was taken off his feet, trying to catch himself but was grabbed before he was able to and immediately slammed on his back. Gasping on impact he momentarily lost his vision, blinking trying to regain it before he was left staring up at Vegeta. He was just waiting to do that, wasn’t he? Of course he wasn’t going to hold back, he was his father’s son after all. “…Is this the part where you kill me? I’m not worthy enough to be called a warrior, not when I’m this easily defeated…” he spoke lowly before suddenly spinning himself around as he yanked his arm away, aiming to trip Vegeta up or at least force him away before he pushed himself right off the floor with only his paw, “Or would you rather sell me to the highest bidder to get your money’s worth? That is all I was worth to you, wasn’t it??” Without giving Vegeta a chance to answer on a break he was right back in it again, throwing his fist down at Vegeta no matter where he was to try and pummel him into the ground.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl frowned at his future plans, wondering just how much he was going to be able to withstand before he was broken. It was an awfully short amount of time to practice and get stronger in for when he finally set out, but he wasn’t going to give up either. These were mostly just winds, it wasn’t the same as trying to hurt someone or defend yourself against a soldier, he still needed to learn better combat techniques too. There was so much he was needing to do and such little time to do it, it was almost feeling like it was just going to kill him in the end. “I-I don’t know about doing something harder…I mean, I don’t want to die either”, he spoke, nervously smiling before looking away again, “I know I should take it slowly, I don’t want to end up hurting myself to the point I can’t recover in time. I’m more worried about a strong wind coming soon when I’m not quite ready and caving in my chest…”

He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, he was pretty worried about flying the most for sure and knew he definitely wasn’t ready for that. It was all so difficult for him for sure, but seeing his father go off to get something for what could possibly be a breaktime. Moving after his father with his claws against his chest, staring at the fruit he had picked out of the storage container. “Oh, I didn’t know because…so much time spent underground I never got to see…” he spoke slowly, taking the fruit and staring at it before slowly looking to his father again, frowning. Even hearing that didn’t make him feel terribly good about this whole situation, this was all too important for him to ignore. Knowing he would’ve needed to go through tougher training just to have a chance while it still not being good enough made him feel rather concerned, knowing he was going to have to try extra hard just to keep up with his father’s and King Nema’s expectations. Letting out a groan as he stared at the fruit he slowly raised his shoulders, feeling a little embarrassed. “I-I don’t get fat! I don’t even think I get muscles…” he spoke defensively, shaking his head, “I eat a lot…but I have to eat a lot too! I’d lose control if I don’t get enough energy…” Quickly eating at the fruit he gobbled it down, staring at his claws for a moment before looking back at the chasm. “I hope I don’t have the food forced out of me by that wind. Is there a peak time the wind gets too strong…?”

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Krom snickered before letting out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders. “Well duh! You’d have to be an idiot to think I do! I was ten or something when Yamate decided he wanted some kids! Must be frustrating for you though, you can’t even make fun of my parents when I didn’t even know them or care about them!” he spoke quickly before waving his hand, “You have nothing on me. Besides, shouldn’t you be learning to not use your words and instead use that energy to make yourself stronger instead? Shu already knows how to do that! Shame he has no method of controlling that yet…” Speaking of Shu he was being awfully quiet and even looking at him he didn’t seem to want to be part of any of it. When Takeshi said who that was who had taken his clothing he smirked a little, finding it rather funny that one of his friends would do such a thing. Funny how that guy’s name was ‘Vegeta’ and yet he seemed to be a bit of a nerd to go and steal someone else’s clothes to use the training room. Wonder who he was training with? Who cared really, he had better things to do. Once they were in the training room he looked around slowly before looking to Takeshi, narrowing his gaze before letting out a groan. “So now you decide you want to be willing to cooperate. What’s going to happen is you’re going to be running with extra weights while I irritate the hell out of you! You’re not to go off course and you’re not to get angry and yell at the top of your lungs unless you want Shu to suffer. Shu’s going to have to sit there and try to keep himself calm and collected throughout he whole thing. He needs to find inner peace and calm over hearing your lunacies over and over, you got it? You blow up and you’ll be finding you’ll be taking steps back. I ain’t doing no sparring with you until Shu is better!”

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Viral was wasting no time getting in on the action, shame Vegeta was barely doing much to retaliate. He had been brought in here to train with him surely, he didn’t actually expect him to start talking to him while they were fighting like this, did he? He wasn’t going to be confronting him on any issues, he had already had enough of that even if Vegeta had a lot to answer to. Just how was he supposed to ask, anyway? Aito was an idiot if he thought he was going to go ahead and start talking about all of these things with him while they were battling. Throwing his fists at Vegeta he found all he was doing was dodging and not actually fighting back much to his annoyance. It was just typical, he didn’t want to just use him to get out all his frustrations. “Would you fight back?? If I wanted to hit dead weight, I’d be far away from here!” he growled angrily, going back in and throwing more punches, “It’s enough of a question as to why I am even here in the first place if for everyone’s amusement!” He didn’t need to be here using Vegeta like this, he needed someone who was actually willing to put up with him; instead, he was surrounded by people who wanted to see him sort out his own problems, even when these problems were impossible to fix on his own. “Stop holding back against me!”