Post by Zeroth on Dec 10, 2016 21:42:22 GMT -5
Space. A dark expanse of nothingness dotted by billions and billions of brightly shining stars. It's cold, as cold as the arctic winds from the North, and in space? Noone can hear you scream. He found himself there amongst those billions of stars, alone; or so he thought. Zeroth wasn't afraid of this deadly area in which normal beings could easily die within minutes. But he found it quite strange that he was here.
The last thing Zero remembered was the fierce battle with a low class Saiya-jin named Tartus. The two went back and forth, each bone crushing hit harder than the other. The two of them had been highly competitive during this deadly fight, and it'd be a wonder that they didn't kill one another. Actually, he'd developed a healthy respect for the warrior, Tartus being the only one who'd pushed him so hard since his career began.
Over two hundred years of being alive, and every second of it spent becoming a warrior, sharpening the deadly blade that was his power. Instilled in him from the time he could develop clear memories was the thought that he, himself, was part of a race known throughout the galaxy for their wealth, power, and influence. Unlike some, he'd been encouraged to train rather than sit back and let zeni come to him.
His hands, they were stained with blood. Reason being that this Arcosian had become a lone wolf assassin whose goal was to use these marks to fight the warrior of legend. However, his fight with Tartus...it had instilled doubt in the proud warrior who "never missed his mark".
The Ice Dragon of Gokkano's brow would arch as he found himself floating there in the deep, dark recesses of space. Had Daikondu been destroyed as he slept? No...no way would he sleep through that. He would have noticed such an event. This was weird...surreal. Slowly he turned around, tail swaying behind him. Something didn't sit well with him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a golden speck far off in space. As good as his eyes were, he couldn't decipher what it was but he did notice that whatever it was, it was getting closer. The warrior would feel an unfamiliar feeling moving down his limbs as whatever this was drew ever closer, it's power...it's power could only be described as overwhelming.
Imagine being three feet tall. Imagine that in front of you is a massive, snowy mass of rock with barbed wire wrapped around it. Your mission is to climb this massive rock and make it to the top without dying, and on top of everything, it's the middle of winter. The sky is black and crying hard as if a mother mourning her dead child. Perhaps you. You'd be overwhelmed.
That cold feeling travelled down the arms and legs of Zeroth as he stood in mid air, frozen as this golden form came closer. As it grew close, it was as if a brightly colored shadow with no real form stood before him, brimming with massive energy. Zeroth couldn't move as he stood "face to face" with the "faceless" entity, nor could he speak.
Was this...fear? It was new to him, to be sure. In all of his over two hundreds years of existence, he had never felt this way. But this...God? This God that stood before him was like a giant to an ant and he was the ant. He narrowed his eyes, that warrior's pride burning within him. For you see, this wasn't a "worker ant". No. He was a soldier ant.
Focusing his energy, Zeroth drew back his fist and his crimson aura would flare before he released a shattering blow toward the entity. Much to Zeroth's dismay, this figure would just stand there and waver slightly as his fist struck the "spirit's" form. Zeroth growled, the flames of his aura growing and blazing as his fists moved like pistons in an engine. This...this was futile. This was like a child fighting an oozaru. His fists simply passed through the entity and Zeroth cursed. "Damn it! Why can't I hit you!"
"You're weak. You couldn't dominate a lower class warrior, how could you even HOPE to defeat ME? You're pathetic, fool. Such a worthless guppy in an ocean full of sharks!"
"Who the Hell do you think you are?!" Zeroth found himself exclaiming as his attacks began to intensify, and he found himself wondering...how were either of them speaking? He shouldn't be able to do this...but why was the entity able to speak also? What sort of God was this?!
The entity simply drew back it's fist and slammed it into the chest if Zeroth, the Arcosian warrior's precious breath leaving his body. He felt himself frozen in place once more, unable to move; this time unable to breathe. There was no air to take in, his liquified oxygen floating away in front of his very eyes.
This feeling...this fear...it grew.
The entity once again spoke as a suffocating Zeroth would stay frozen there, tongue lolled out as he held his slowly closing throat. "Don't you find this amusing, Zeroth? Don't you think this is a foolish dream that you have, even considering that you can stand up to a force such as I? Now as you suffocate, let your last thoughts be of what I did with just one strike. Stupid Arcosian..."
Zeroth would watch in horror as the entity's glow would eclipse any of that given off by the stars. But...he felt himself weakening...his lungs...they seemed to be growing heavier. His arms would drop down to his sides as they became like lead...darkness...it slowly began to overcome our hero...
"(GASP!)...." Zeroth sat up on his makeshift cot, covered in a cold sweat from head to toe. His heart pounded in his chest as sat there, eyes wide and panting. Shaking his head, he looked down at his legs. Still in one piece...still alive. But still...the thought was haunting.
Was he really worthy to even dream of taking on such a monumental challenge?
The last thing Zero remembered was the fierce battle with a low class Saiya-jin named Tartus. The two went back and forth, each bone crushing hit harder than the other. The two of them had been highly competitive during this deadly fight, and it'd be a wonder that they didn't kill one another. Actually, he'd developed a healthy respect for the warrior, Tartus being the only one who'd pushed him so hard since his career began.
Over two hundred years of being alive, and every second of it spent becoming a warrior, sharpening the deadly blade that was his power. Instilled in him from the time he could develop clear memories was the thought that he, himself, was part of a race known throughout the galaxy for their wealth, power, and influence. Unlike some, he'd been encouraged to train rather than sit back and let zeni come to him.
His hands, they were stained with blood. Reason being that this Arcosian had become a lone wolf assassin whose goal was to use these marks to fight the warrior of legend. However, his fight with Tartus...it had instilled doubt in the proud warrior who "never missed his mark".
The Ice Dragon of Gokkano's brow would arch as he found himself floating there in the deep, dark recesses of space. Had Daikondu been destroyed as he slept? No...no way would he sleep through that. He would have noticed such an event. This was weird...surreal. Slowly he turned around, tail swaying behind him. Something didn't sit well with him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a golden speck far off in space. As good as his eyes were, he couldn't decipher what it was but he did notice that whatever it was, it was getting closer. The warrior would feel an unfamiliar feeling moving down his limbs as whatever this was drew ever closer, it's power...it's power could only be described as overwhelming.
Imagine being three feet tall. Imagine that in front of you is a massive, snowy mass of rock with barbed wire wrapped around it. Your mission is to climb this massive rock and make it to the top without dying, and on top of everything, it's the middle of winter. The sky is black and crying hard as if a mother mourning her dead child. Perhaps you. You'd be overwhelmed.
That cold feeling travelled down the arms and legs of Zeroth as he stood in mid air, frozen as this golden form came closer. As it grew close, it was as if a brightly colored shadow with no real form stood before him, brimming with massive energy. Zeroth couldn't move as he stood "face to face" with the "faceless" entity, nor could he speak.
Was this...fear? It was new to him, to be sure. In all of his over two hundreds years of existence, he had never felt this way. But this...God? This God that stood before him was like a giant to an ant and he was the ant. He narrowed his eyes, that warrior's pride burning within him. For you see, this wasn't a "worker ant". No. He was a soldier ant.
Focusing his energy, Zeroth drew back his fist and his crimson aura would flare before he released a shattering blow toward the entity. Much to Zeroth's dismay, this figure would just stand there and waver slightly as his fist struck the "spirit's" form. Zeroth growled, the flames of his aura growing and blazing as his fists moved like pistons in an engine. This...this was futile. This was like a child fighting an oozaru. His fists simply passed through the entity and Zeroth cursed. "Damn it! Why can't I hit you!"
"You're weak. You couldn't dominate a lower class warrior, how could you even HOPE to defeat ME? You're pathetic, fool. Such a worthless guppy in an ocean full of sharks!"
"Who the Hell do you think you are?!" Zeroth found himself exclaiming as his attacks began to intensify, and he found himself wondering...how were either of them speaking? He shouldn't be able to do this...but why was the entity able to speak also? What sort of God was this?!
The entity simply drew back it's fist and slammed it into the chest if Zeroth, the Arcosian warrior's precious breath leaving his body. He felt himself frozen in place once more, unable to move; this time unable to breathe. There was no air to take in, his liquified oxygen floating away in front of his very eyes.
This feeling...this fear...it grew.
The entity once again spoke as a suffocating Zeroth would stay frozen there, tongue lolled out as he held his slowly closing throat. "Don't you find this amusing, Zeroth? Don't you think this is a foolish dream that you have, even considering that you can stand up to a force such as I? Now as you suffocate, let your last thoughts be of what I did with just one strike. Stupid Arcosian..."
Zeroth would watch in horror as the entity's glow would eclipse any of that given off by the stars. But...he felt himself weakening...his lungs...they seemed to be growing heavier. His arms would drop down to his sides as they became like lead...darkness...it slowly began to overcome our hero...
"(GASP!)...." Zeroth sat up on his makeshift cot, covered in a cold sweat from head to toe. His heart pounded in his chest as sat there, eyes wide and panting. Shaking his head, he looked down at his legs. Still in one piece...still alive. But still...the thought was haunting.
Was he really worthy to even dream of taking on such a monumental challenge?
To Be Continued