Post by Zeroth on Dec 9, 2016 19:19:52 GMT -5
Crickets sang their song of the night, the cool night air still smelled like rain. It was peaceful that night, but earlier, it wasn't such. Zeroth had happened upon a low class Saiya-jin in these very same wastelands earlier that day. He smirked under the mask covering his mouth, remembering the battle he'd had. What a battle it was, too. Though he felt much stronger than the saiya-jin, he knew that this fight could have gone either way.
His body was telling him this as he sat there under his makeshift shelter on a cot made of sticks and grass he'd gathered. Just ten minutes ago, his left arm had begun to nag him, first a tingling sensation but then a full on ache would come upon the warrior, who would groan low as he could feel it. Yes, he could move that arm now but with each motion he would feel a burning sensation, the tendinitis from the hold the old Saiya-jin had put on him having taken a toll on him.
He leaned forward on the cot, his long tail swaying behind him as he held his arm up at his abdomen. Earlier injuries had taught him to keep the limb immobilized to help the healing process. His three toed right foot would reach out and grip a black dufflebag near his cot, pulling it over to him.
He flinched as he felt the soreness in his muscles, picking the bag up with his right hand and instinctively opening it with his left. "Damned monkey...gave me a run for my zeni. But.. at least I'm alive...if barely..."
Outwardly, anyone watching that spar would have said that both men were incredible. But for Zeroth, this wasn't enough. No, for Zeroth...he had to be the one who appreciated his own skills. He was his own biggest critic, though only he knew this. Had he thought he'd done exceptionally bad then he would have punished himself. He would have most likely wrapped barbed wire around his calf and pulled tight, causing himself pain in order to condition himself. But he did...alright.
"Alright." That wasn't good enough for the proud Frost Demon, who had always prided himself on his fighting skills. Others of his kind, in legend, had never trained a day in their lIves but would dwarf the warrior in power.
Zeroth's expression remained stoic as he pulled a small vial of green liquid from the bag. Uncapping the vial, the strong liquid would set his nostrils on fire. Looking at a cut on his left bicep, he growled. "Well now...here goes nothing..." and soon, he'd groan as the liquid burned into the cut, white foam boiling from his wound as he did. This pain...it was excruciating. It was common place for the frost demon who treated his own wounds quite often, but it still hurt like hell.
Capping the vial, he'd pull a smaller plastic bag from his dufflebag. The bag looked to be a container for some sort of cleaning cloth, and he'd pull it apart before taking said cloth out. He'd clean his wound, the sting from his particular cloth not quite as bad as the green liquid. He'd inhale sharply and exhale as he cleaned his cut, then pull a roll of medical gauze from his bag.
Wrapping the wound, the warrior would cut the gauze with a tiny blade produced from his bag. Holding his arm up to the light, he'd see that it was satisfactorily wrapped and gather the trash from dressing the wound, putting it all into one small bag.
Next, he'd roll his leg shoulder, the limb still being quite stiff from the saiya-jins attack. Rolling his neck, he'd hold the arm up to his chest at an angle and produce a white length of sterile cloth from his bag. Doing his best to hold his arm in place and using his tell, he'd set the arm in the cloth and tie it on the opposite shoulder. Now, he'd taken care of his arm...but he was still feeling the pain. He still felt that dull ache in his muscles, and this would be when he produced a jar of dark blue salve from his bag.
Turning the lid on the jar, he'd take a small handful in his right hand and begin rubbing it into his shoulder. Slowly, methodically, he'd make sure to focus on the joint. After all, his shoulder hurt like hell and he needed to fix this or else he wouldn't rest. Zeroth sighed with relief, the salve actually being cool at first then turning hot, dulling the pain almost completely. Capping the jar, he sat it back in the bag and sighed. "Damn...what a day...unbelievable."
Unbelievable indeed. In that Tartus had pushed Zeroth to his very limit, which was something he didn't expect. Did he know of Saiya-jin dominance in battle? Yes. Did he perhaps underestimate the old Saiya-jin? Perhaps. Perhaps he hadn't noticed, but the warrior he fought brought something out in Zeroth, and as he lay back on that cot that night, he'd realize what it was. Self doubt.
He stared up at the frame and straw covering of his shed, shaking his head as he lay there. He'd never been challenged like this by such a low class warrior and honestly? It made him wonder. His thoughts wandered to his goals as his red eyes closed.
So this...this is the power of a low class Saiya-jin? A bit unexpected to be sure. I came here seeking the legendary warrior spoken of by my people, but this guy...he...he....how could he challenge me like that? When Saiya-jins get older, do they not weaken? I was told they go downhill...father, you were wrong.
If I has that much problem out of a lower class warrior of their species, how can I even expect to stand up to the legendary warrior? How can I...
He felt his eyes growing heavy and his sight would have grown dim had they been open. Zeroth could feel his entire body, exhausted from the earlier battle, drifting off into a deep slumber. It wouldn't be long before the Ice Dragon of Gokkano was softly snoring, taking a much deserved rest.
Tomorrow...who knows what tomorrow holds? Tomorrow, he may find himself against that legendary warrior and tomorrow he might die. But for now? He sleeps.
His body was telling him this as he sat there under his makeshift shelter on a cot made of sticks and grass he'd gathered. Just ten minutes ago, his left arm had begun to nag him, first a tingling sensation but then a full on ache would come upon the warrior, who would groan low as he could feel it. Yes, he could move that arm now but with each motion he would feel a burning sensation, the tendinitis from the hold the old Saiya-jin had put on him having taken a toll on him.
He leaned forward on the cot, his long tail swaying behind him as he held his arm up at his abdomen. Earlier injuries had taught him to keep the limb immobilized to help the healing process. His three toed right foot would reach out and grip a black dufflebag near his cot, pulling it over to him.
He flinched as he felt the soreness in his muscles, picking the bag up with his right hand and instinctively opening it with his left. "Damned monkey...gave me a run for my zeni. But.. at least I'm alive...if barely..."
Outwardly, anyone watching that spar would have said that both men were incredible. But for Zeroth, this wasn't enough. No, for Zeroth...he had to be the one who appreciated his own skills. He was his own biggest critic, though only he knew this. Had he thought he'd done exceptionally bad then he would have punished himself. He would have most likely wrapped barbed wire around his calf and pulled tight, causing himself pain in order to condition himself. But he did...alright.
"Alright." That wasn't good enough for the proud Frost Demon, who had always prided himself on his fighting skills. Others of his kind, in legend, had never trained a day in their lIves but would dwarf the warrior in power.
Zeroth's expression remained stoic as he pulled a small vial of green liquid from the bag. Uncapping the vial, the strong liquid would set his nostrils on fire. Looking at a cut on his left bicep, he growled. "Well now...here goes nothing..." and soon, he'd groan as the liquid burned into the cut, white foam boiling from his wound as he did. This pain...it was excruciating. It was common place for the frost demon who treated his own wounds quite often, but it still hurt like hell.
Capping the vial, he'd pull a smaller plastic bag from his dufflebag. The bag looked to be a container for some sort of cleaning cloth, and he'd pull it apart before taking said cloth out. He'd clean his wound, the sting from his particular cloth not quite as bad as the green liquid. He'd inhale sharply and exhale as he cleaned his cut, then pull a roll of medical gauze from his bag.
Wrapping the wound, the warrior would cut the gauze with a tiny blade produced from his bag. Holding his arm up to the light, he'd see that it was satisfactorily wrapped and gather the trash from dressing the wound, putting it all into one small bag.
Next, he'd roll his leg shoulder, the limb still being quite stiff from the saiya-jins attack. Rolling his neck, he'd hold the arm up to his chest at an angle and produce a white length of sterile cloth from his bag. Doing his best to hold his arm in place and using his tell, he'd set the arm in the cloth and tie it on the opposite shoulder. Now, he'd taken care of his arm...but he was still feeling the pain. He still felt that dull ache in his muscles, and this would be when he produced a jar of dark blue salve from his bag.
Turning the lid on the jar, he'd take a small handful in his right hand and begin rubbing it into his shoulder. Slowly, methodically, he'd make sure to focus on the joint. After all, his shoulder hurt like hell and he needed to fix this or else he wouldn't rest. Zeroth sighed with relief, the salve actually being cool at first then turning hot, dulling the pain almost completely. Capping the jar, he sat it back in the bag and sighed. "Damn...what a day...unbelievable."
Unbelievable indeed. In that Tartus had pushed Zeroth to his very limit, which was something he didn't expect. Did he know of Saiya-jin dominance in battle? Yes. Did he perhaps underestimate the old Saiya-jin? Perhaps. Perhaps he hadn't noticed, but the warrior he fought brought something out in Zeroth, and as he lay back on that cot that night, he'd realize what it was. Self doubt.
He stared up at the frame and straw covering of his shed, shaking his head as he lay there. He'd never been challenged like this by such a low class warrior and honestly? It made him wonder. His thoughts wandered to his goals as his red eyes closed.
So this...this is the power of a low class Saiya-jin? A bit unexpected to be sure. I came here seeking the legendary warrior spoken of by my people, but this guy...he...he....how could he challenge me like that? When Saiya-jins get older, do they not weaken? I was told they go downhill...father, you were wrong.
If I has that much problem out of a lower class warrior of their species, how can I even expect to stand up to the legendary warrior? How can I...
He felt his eyes growing heavy and his sight would have grown dim had they been open. Zeroth could feel his entire body, exhausted from the earlier battle, drifting off into a deep slumber. It wouldn't be long before the Ice Dragon of Gokkano was softly snoring, taking a much deserved rest.
Tomorrow...who knows what tomorrow holds? Tomorrow, he may find himself against that legendary warrior and tomorrow he might die. But for now? He sleeps.
To Be Continued