GambolMuse

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

We're in that weird part again, aren't we? O.o

On a personal note, I think Link can do better. Glove is a sleeze.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"For starters you don't have brain damage, yet. Do you want to be paralyzed and drooling everywhere?" That was on the extreme end, but nonetheless Takeshi couldn't help but worry. All of these blows to Shu's head couldn't be helping him any, even if he was healing after each one. Some point he might not be so lucky, what would they do then if that happened? He didn't want to think about it, seeing his little brother partially disabled before was terrifying enough. Striking that disheartening image from his mind the older boy smiled, patting Shu's head affectionately. "Nah, it's not tough. It's a lot easier to do than I make it sound, it's just kinda hard to explain, you know? I'm sure you'll get it." Ever eager to get moving the young Saiyan was prompt to begin again, springing away ever energetic as usual. Unlike before where Shu simply darted about he began running in a circle, heaven knows why. The circle gradually became tighter as he continued moving, and Takeshi was seriously lost as to what the purpose of this was. All he was doing was moving fast, there really wasn't any afterimage being made. Well, there was a slight blur from the kid's movements, if that could be counted then he supposed his brother was an ace at this. Sighing he rubbed at the back of his neck with a slight smile, not having the hear to tell him to stop.

Tact was not his strong suit, and he'd more or less opened up insulting T'charrl. If he was trying to make friends he probably could stand to be a little nicer, though it was pretty tough to act remotely casual or relaxed around someone who had near killed you. Then again he'd done the same thing, so the whole nervousness was sort of mutual. Still didn't make it any easier talking to the alien, but at least there was some mutual ground in that regard. Kind of letting his 'thing' comment fall to the side the Saiyan followed along, curious where T'charrl was off to. The idea of training, however potentially dangerous did have a little appeal. Plus in his current state, before anyways, the alien hadn't been that strong, so maybe it'd be a fair fight. Eventually they came across a rather large, open room. Apparently not being used for anything it would be an ideal place to get a little training done. "Well until you did change I was winning," the kid pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, you're not supposed to kill me or anything, remember? So even if you do change it won't matter." Not that it saved him from being mauled, but he was pretty confident he could escape this time at the very least. Now that he knew it might come he was a little more prepared, maybe. "So we going to train or not?"

Viral wanted to take this a little more seriously, so be it. Vegeta could certainly accommodate the Beastman, hopefully his friend didn't come to regret that choice. After being knocked away by a pair of blows he was quick to capitalize, grabbing hold of each of Viral's arms to hold him in place. First a knee to the gut, then a headbutt, just something to try and get to the other man. When that didn't prove to be fruitful he resorted to another tactic altogether, losing hold of one of Viral's arms he kept a firm grip on the other. This close there were only so many option, and so Vegeta began to simply throw punch after punch, being as quick as he could to keep Viral on guard. Rather than block however the Beastman returned the favor, landing several hard blows on his head and chest. It wasn't unlike a boxing match, only this opponent hit a hell of a lot harder than most. "Let go? Why would I do that?" he asked, laughing tauntingly. Taking another blow to the chest he finally did release Viral's arm, but only to grab onto his shoulders. Jumping up quickly he tried to pull the Beastman up with him, flipping him over and attempting to slam him down onto the floor on his back.

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"I swear... Every time you hurt yourself it's always your head," Takeshi said, smiling as he helped Shu to his feet. "You're going to end up really hurting yourself if you're not careful, it can't be good to constantly knock your head off of things, especially with how much you've done it already." Jeez, between crashing when trying to fly, being struck on Kaesstra, being hit during fights and now this it was a small wonder the little guy didn't have brain damage. Just for good measure he made one last check on his brother's head, finding a small forming bump but nothing else, which was good. While combing through his hair to search Shu had another question for him, and a compliment too. "You're small, but I don't know if I'd call you weak," Takeshi replied, smirking as he patted his brother's head gingerly. "Pushing against the wind... Er... I don't really know, I just kind of go, i guess. If you move fast enough it's not hard. As for turning that's pretty easy, you want to put your stronger leg forward to slow yourself down. You'll slide a bit, but that's normal. You can also try pushing in another direction with that leg, though you might trip if you do it too quick."

Surely it seemed as obscene to T'charrl as it did the Saiyan, the notion of them training together. He didn't much have other choice though, the kid, and it was preferential somehow to being all alone. There was plenty of nervousness being around the alien, he was right intimidating even now, let alone when he changed. Even so the Saiyan acted indignant when he was told he was afraid, frowning and pointing at T'charrl sternly. "Hey, I'm not afraid of you!" he snapped, sounding not all that confident in spite of himself. "I was just surprised, that's all! I didn't think you'd turn into that... Thing!" Maybe a bit harsh calling the alien a 'thing', but seriously, no one had told him that would happen. Plus how else was he supposed to describe what he saw? A monster? Demon? Sheesh, it wasn't like he could be nice about it, T'charrl's other form was creepy, plain and simple. Sighing testily the Saiyan scuffed his foot on the floor, looking down angrily. "Look... I just... Need something to do... Alright...?" he asked, his cheeks reddening slightly as he looked away indignantly. "Plus... I want to fight you... Not like last time though. I need to prove to myself I'm not a weakling."

How could he get technical without abusing Ki? Martial arts only had so much to it, and there was no doubt in Vegeta's mind that Viral could hold his own in that regard. Hmph, well if he wanted it to be a little more interesting then fine, he'd try. This time using speed to try and throw off the Beastman he dashed about, throwing in shots and evading quickly before his friend could even retaliate. Even with himself moving swiftly his attacks were blocked, so that wouldn't work. Coming in for a high spinning kick Vegeta was surprised as he caught only air, promptly getting two fists in his side that sent him flying back. Catching himself quickly with Ki he lowered himself back onto the ground just in time to throw up both arms, blocking two heavy punches that came in. "Fine, I'll mix it up!" Grabbing each of Viral's forearms he pulled the Beastman in as quick as he could, trying to drive a knee into his gut. If that didn't work Vegeta threw his head forward, trying to headbutt Viral in the forehead to at least stun him. If none of that worked he'd simply keep a grip on one of his friend's arms and throw punches until he was either stopped or forced to back off.

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Shu had an explanation and a demonstration now, shy of explaining every single little detail Takeshi couldn't do much else for him. This was much too simple a technique to warrant much more help anyways, not much needed to be said. Trying to be patient however the older boy entertained his sibling, doing his best to shed some light on the matter. Shu definitely had the speed down, but he wasn't creating a single image just yet. Pulling him aside, quite literally, Takeshi had explained more thoroughly how to actually do the afterimage. To that the little Saiyan seemed more than ready to try again, at least he was enthusiastic. Eccentricity didn't necessarily mean capability however, as Shu's next attempt was quick to demonstrate. It started out very well, and he even managed to make an image, albeit a weak one. It had hardly begun by the time he darted into the wall with a resounding thud, falling onto his backside as a result. Cringing at the sound Takeshi sighed, smacking his forehead before smiling slightly. He was getting it, just rather slowly. "Hey, there's a wall there, or did you forget?" he teased, walking over and squatting beside his brother. Checking his head carefully for any injuries he chuckled, "How about starting from the middle of the room this time?"

Asking the person who wanted to kill him for something to do, boy this was sad. Still, being hated was preferable to being lonely in his experience, at least someone was paying attention to you then. Mustering the courage to confront and ask T'charrl he was earnestly surprised he got an answer. Not that the Kaesstrian stuck around for very long to explain, he said that in passing. Training... Training, is that all everyone here did? Why didn't anyone ever do anything fun? He knew what they were working towards, they had to be strong for that, but still... "Training huh...? Uh... That's boring..." he mumbled, frowning as he sulked a bit. When T'charrl didn't stop at all the Saiyan bit his lip hesitantly before following after him rather slowly. He must seem like such a loser right now, tagging along like this. "I need to train too... Probably a lot to fight," he said, trying not to sound like he was butting in on T'charrl's own. "I'm pretty good already, but I need to improve to fight the king."

So far so good, Viral was doing quite well with straight boxing. Of course none of their opponents from now on would only do this, so it left quite a bit to be desired in terms of application. Still... If he could hold his own in a brawl with a Saiyan then there was something going for him. Retorting to the Beastman's attacks with a high flurry of punches of his own Vegeta had each blocked, hitting only bone as he struck out. Dashing back away to avoid a kick he smiled amused, bouncing lightly on his feet to keep moving. "You want me to try harder? Alright, I can do that." Viral had asked for it, he could certainly do better. He wasn't nearly as quick as Shu was, but had speed in his own right and was going to use it. Vanishing from where he was Vegeta came to a stand still beside Viral, throwing another punch at his head. Blocked or connected he'd move again, coming in at a different angle with another strike. He'd keep this process going for a bit until he was either caught or hit, maybe it would be enough to annoy the Beastman.

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That kid had better know he should be behaving, otherwise he was liable to be in a world of hurt. It was odd they didn't know his name yet, Takeshi reflected, though it wasn't like anyone cared enough to ask. Maybe after a while if he proved he wasn't a little turd they would try being friendly, but that was a ways off from the present. Onto the matter at hand it was high time Shu learned how to use the afterimage technique. Simple in both concept and execution, the older boy still saw fit to give a demonstration. He had fun with it of course, making all sorts of faces and gestures to his sibling as he flitted around. When he finally stopped he was stood back where he had begun, smiling at Shu triumphantly. "Speed is pretty much your thing, so you should get this easy!" Yet as Shu began to attempt it his results were far from what they wanted. In fact there was no image at all, curiously enough. He went plenty fast, but seemed to stop in one place for too long. Much as he dashed about like a madman there were no results, he was doing something wrong.

Takeshi waited until his brother came closer before reaching out, snagging the back of his shirt to keep him from moving. "Alright little guy, hang on. You're not quite getting it. All you're doing right now is goofing around." Who would have thought he'd have to explain something to do with speed to the quicker of the siblings. Smiling in thought Takeshi scratched his head, trying to think of a good explanation. Simplified terms always worked pretty well, so if he could "dumb it down" a little Shu would pick up on things pretty easily then. "You're staying in one spot for too long, that's not going to make an image. You basically want to move really fast from point A to point B," Takeshi explained. A small show was made by stepping just to the left, A being where he began and B where he ended. "When you get to B, stop for just a second, it doesn't even have to be longer than that. It just have to be long enough for yourself to settle, and when you move again it makes the image. Does that make sense now?"

Of all the people he had run into, why did it have to be him? T'charrl was probably the biggest threat to the Saiyan right now, the alien undoubtedly still wanted to kill him. Being the only two in the hall and himself hardly being a favorite there wasn't a lot stopping the Kaesstrian either. Near hugging the bookcase for safety he watched warily as T'charrl approached, his eyes locked intently on the other fighter as he walked passed. So wait... Was he not going to attack then? The alien seemed every bit as cautious as he did, which made no sense. It was obvious who the stronger of them was, it would be easy to beat the Saiyan if T'charrl wanted to. Seeing him walk on by gave the boy perhaps a foolish sense of relief, he wasn't going to be targeted then. In a silly, spur of the moment action he peeled himself away from the bookcase, standing in the hall in a rather reserved manner. "Uh... Where are you going...?" His mouth had spoken without his permission, though he did want to know. At this point he'd take anyone's company, even the person who could well kill him.

All he had to do was push Viral, egg him into getting angry and see if that was the trigger. As he was now Vegeta was moderately confident he was alright, they were easily equal in strength at least. The real challenge would be when, and if they were able to get the Beastman to transform. As the fight began with a series of hard jabs by Viral he easily blocked them, catching and deflecting each large paw that came his way. Countering with a spin and high elbow he was thrown off balance slightly as that too was deflected, narrowly stepping back and taking a much reduced hit to the chest. Stumbling slightly again Vegeta moved back in, this time going for high punches, targeting Viral's head and upper chest. A straight martial arts contest between them was all this was, no Ki or anything. Though... If the target was to in fact anger Viral then maybe he'd have to play dirty, that was likely to anger his friend. For now he'd reserve that for later, no use in rushing into it.

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"Eh? Well, I guess I do know some pretty cool things," Takeshi said, chuckling as he rubbed at the bottom of his nose sheepishly. "I taught myself a ton, so there's that." Having Shu come closer to him and near latch onto him confused the boy a bit, looking down at his brother owlishly. Being called smart made him grin proudly, it got a bit to his head. "I am smart, aren't I? Hehe... Maybe not Vegeta smart, but I'm pretty darn..." he began, trailing off as the other Saiyan kid approached. He'd been sitting there all quiet this whole time, what was he coming over for now? Nothing good, and sure enough the little punk was complaining to them. Some audacity he had, after what he pulled thinking they were going to entertain him or something. Maybe he didn't understand his position here, probably best to enlighten him. The kid didn't take it well, sulking off after he was told off pretty well. Takeshi felt a little bad for it but wasn't going to apologize, someone like that deserved it. Turning his attention back to Shu, giving a shake of his head. "He knows what will happen if he does, he'll be good. And you better believe we're still practicing, I want to teach you this."

The Afterimage technique was very simple, all you had to do was move quickly. Considering Shu was fast it was surprising he wasn't already doing it, however unintentionally. "All you've got to do is move really quick. It works best if you're going from a standstill first, the image is better then. Like this." Sticking his tongue out at his brother Takeshi vanished, leaving a transparent image of himself lingering for a few seconds. He moved about the room, being a bit more silly now that they didn't have an audience, making all sorts of gestures. He stopped after a few, coming back to his original place before his brother. "Just move really fast, stop, and move again, that's all there is to it. It won't work really well if you're constantly moving, got it?"

Stupid Princes... He didn't even know why he bothered trying to do anything with them. Takeshi was just a jerk and Shu was afraid of him, fat chance he'd make any friends there. Hell, fat chance he'd make friends with anyone on this ship. It wasn't his fault for what he did, he'd been told to do it by the king. Now that he considered it though there was no reason to even go through with the order, it wasn't like he was going to be allowed back anyways. If he had just ignored it and gone to these people without trying to kill someone maybe he'd be in a better position right now. "Stupid... All of this is just stupid..." At this point he might as well just go back to his room, there was nothing else to do. Walking around by himself didn't seem all too appealing, plus he wasn't familiar with the ship. He was even less enthusiastic about all of it when a familiar face entered the hall as well, T'charrl of all people. Immediately feeling nervous he looked around the area, finding a small shelf along the wall. Hiding behind it quickly he gasped, peeking out just slightly to see if he was going to be attacked.

Hopefully they didn't end up wrecking the mess hall with their training. Goodness knows what kind of backlash there would be if people couldn't eat. Getting into a ready stance Vegeta smiled slightly, waving Viral on to begin. "That's the spirit. If it takes a while then oh well, we'll work for it as long as it takes." It was going to be interesting to see how capable Viral was in a fight. He'd been in poor condition for quite some time, and while he'd greatly improved this would be his first legitimate fight since... Well that creature he had killed. The Beastman began their little spar in earnest, rushing right ahead and throwing several blows at Vegeta's torso. Quickly blocking each one with an open hand the Saiyan smiled, finding it fairly easy thus far. "You hit hard, but can you actually hit me?" he teased, trying to aggravate his friend. Pushing a large fist away he spun around on his heel, trying to drive an elbow into Viral's face.

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Takeshi was just going to let their little game of tag drop, he was getting annoyed and didn't want to be. Now that they were breaking into an impromptu training session again he had to come up with something to actually teach. Not a whole lot came to mind, at least not a ton that didn't involve blasting. He'd love to teach Shu some attacks, but doing that in the ship probably wasn't too wise. Better they wait until they touched down on some planet somewhere, didn't want to put a hole in the wall while they were in space after all. "Shu, you think everything I teach you is strange..." the older boy remarked, smiling amused. "I was taught by Master Xing, so no, I didn't teach myself. I think more or less everyone knew it, it's nothing new really. Hell, I'm pretty sure old man Roshi even knows it." Was Roshi the one who had taught Goku the trick? There was a lot in Gohan's book, but that wasn't included. It was all written from his perspective basically, with some bits from others added in. Afterimage was in the book as well, but that was basically review for Takeshi at that point. "All it is really is moving fast. Since you're pretty quick it should be a very easy technique to pick up on..." He began to speak again but paused when the other kid walked over to them, looking down at the Saiyan a bit disdainfully. "What is it? We're busy."

Sitting here like this wasn't proving delightful in the slightest, he wanted to do more. Evidently playing wasn't going to happen any time soon, not with the Princes prattling on about some sort of training. After a moment's consideration the Saiyan made a bold choice, opting to try approaching them and join in. He knew he wasn't liked, and would probably get snapped at if not worse for it, but he wanted to try. It was lonely doing what he was, and even if he was berated while taking part that was better than nothing. Unsurprisingly as he approached Shu and Takeshi he was immediately snapped at by the latter. Keeping his gaze off the two somberly the kid shrugged his shoulders, looking away at a wall. "Nothing, just walking, is that okay..?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly. "I just want to watch you two, I'm bored. Sitting over there isn't fun at all." He finally did look at the others, but only because the older of the two had come down to face him. Blinking the young kid edged away slightly, holding his hands up and withdrawing a little. "W-What?"

Sighing softly Takeshi put his hands on his hips, looking down at the Saiyan as he leaned in. "Listen, I don't care if you're having fun or not. You're basically a prisoner here, kid. You attacked my friend and tried to hurt my brother, so frankly I don't give a damn what you want. Be glad we're even letting you sit there and that we've been feeding you." It was a lot better treatment then he deserved for what he had done. When his gaze was met Takeshi glared back, keeping his eye on the kid as he silently turned around and began walking away. The Saiyan went right over to the door, wordlessly opening it before leaving the room. They were technically supposed to be watching him, but eh, he was hardly a threat to anyone. Hell, wandering around was only dangerous for him, someone was probably going to beat him up now. "What a brat... Stupid kid..."

"You have to be strong enough to do it too, you don't just get angry and transform," Vegeta said, thinking it was fairly obvious. Were that the case then Takeshi would have gone all blond on them the first time he and Viral met, so that was a dead giveaway right there. What the Beastman had to say on the matter did make sense though, emotions couldn't be all that was needed. It had to play a part of it, Ikura said so himself, but there were other conditions that probably had to be met too. This was just one big mystery and there was no obvious answer. While slightly frustrated it was also a little exciting, it had been a while since Vegeta had to really apply himself. It would take digging through all the documents and notes he had gotten his hands on in order to figure this out. For the moment, however, they had training to do. "You must be able to exert control over your forms somehow. Do you really think that my father would have given you them otherwise? I don't know how, that's for us to find out." Raising his arms up over his head in a stretch Vegeta pivoted slightly, spreading his legs a bit to get a stronger stance before smiling at Viral. "We'll push you today and see if we can bring it out. If not, well training can't hurt either of us," he added, motioning for Viral to bring it on.

Far From Home

Good, so Fitch understood and would follow through by his part. That made Doku's job much easier, he would focus on the only real threat, their leader. Good thing he was in front of the other player, a smile crept over the PKer's face that would have been a dead giveaway. He kept his tone calm though, not letting his voice betray anything that he was feeling. "Don't be reckless here. You're strong, but this is a numbers game. If you're not careful you could end up being the one to die here, make sure you keep that in mind." The group ought to be just up ahead, and sure enough four figures were spotted sitting at a small encampment by an oasis. Predictable, taking refuge in one of the few hospitable places here. If people really didn't want to be followed they'd take a bit more care into where they went, fools. None of them would be any the wiser, they'd be springing a trap. By chance Doku happened to look down at the sand, watching as a small lizard crawled along the grains. In a small flash a tail lunged out of the silt, a scorpion's sting rendering the small reptile promptly immobile. The scorpion moved out of its hiding spot, dragging the paralyzed lizard down with it. Hm, just like that, it's how he would see this through.

The approach on the group was anything but discreet, though that wasn't the aspect Doku was most concerned about. Trekking across the open it was only natural that they were spotted, which worked to his liking. The leader took notice of the pair first, and while not readily recognizing Fitch he certainly recognized the older boy. The leader himself was an older man, perhaps in his early thirties, and wore chainmail and carried a sword and shield with himself. An easy mark, Doku mused, he didn't stand a chance. Grinning as the leader drew his weapon he matched the movement, drawing his blade from its sheath and giving it a swing to warm up. In a blink of an eye the two each activated a skill, their swords clashing in a brilliant display of blue sparks. Where the leader used a horizontal slash Doku countered with a vertical, deflecting the blade easily and causing the leader to backpedal. A thrust on his part was blocked by the shield, ricocheting off and sending his arm to the side. Narrowly sidestepping a thrust in turn the PKer activated a third skill, rotation 180 degrees and making a horizontal cut, managing to catch the leader just under his arm and taking a bit of health. Chuckling triumphantly Doku skipped back a bit, evading a downward slice as he grinned teasingly. "Come on then, surely you can do better."

The pair of players went back into it promptly, again their swords clashing in a series of sparks. Skills were either matched or countered, the sound of metal clanging reverberated about the area loudly. While the leader had more defensive capabilities Doku was by far faster, and he was getting more openings which he could capitalize on. He was hit too of course, letting himself be damaged to give himself an opening in the process. After craning his neck to the right to avoid a slash the PKer smirked, seeing a very good opportunity to cause some serious damage. First using a simple thrust skill to make the leader back off Doku followed quickly with a crescent slash, twisting his arm to make the move just a split second quicker. At the top of the arc he brought it back down in a reversal of the same skill, getting a three hit combo that did a fair bit of damage. Comparatively in regards to health Doku was quite a ways ahead. He had roughly fifty percent of health whereas the leader had maybe thirty. What differed greatly was their composure during the fight. Doku lived this daily, he was used to being near death. Hell, he reveled in it. The leader on the other hand was clearly showing signs of stress, his eyes wide and his motions much more defensive. He had won, it was already clear, now to seal the deal.

To Doku's slight surprise the leader wasn't completely out of this battle, not just yet. Utilizing a shield bash technique he was forced back, stumbling as he groaned in pain. It didn't do much damage, but had a temporary stun that made him take a strong thrusting attack, losing another 5% of his health. He narrowly used his blade to deflect another, taking a chance with a slash himself only to have it bounce off of the shield. His smile disappeared for the first time in the battle, a bit annoyed the other man refused to just roll over and die. Activating a flurry skill quickly he made a series of slashes, five in all. The first two were blocked but the subsequent three hit, causing the leader's health to drop to fifteen percent. After the flurry however Doku found himself on the receiving end of a powerful, three pronged flurry himself. Two diagonal slashes mirroring one another cut through his character, dropping him a mighty 8% more health, before a final, vertical slice made him lose 10% altogether. Their health was dipping dangerously low, but Doku still kept his composure, for the most part. He wasn't frightened but rather angry, angry that he had allowed this to go on for this long.

Just as the leader raised his blade for another skill he abruptly froze up, his arm being stuck in mid air. An utter look of confusion spread over his face until he saw his own health, the confusion being replaced with terror. During the midst of the battle Doku had applied a stunning poison to his blade, a delayed kind that was only now taking hold. A sinister smile spread across the PKer's face, the moment he had been waiting for finally arrived. There was nothing like killing an utterly helpless opponent, the sheer terror they displayed was intoxicating. Chuckling softly he went into his inventory for a moment, taking out a healing crystal and casually using it, bringing his health back to the green. "You were better than I thought... I'll give you credit for that," Doku mused, looking at the leader smugly. "But I do this for a living..." There was a pause as he walked closer, lifting his blade up high. "You never had a chance." In a flash of blue light he activated another flurry, slicing through the leader's paralyzed character with ease. Health dropped to zero before it was even over, and once he was done the other man shattered, a crisp, satisfying sound. That was much too easy, he'd had fun with that. Glancing off to the side and seeing a triumphant Fitch as well it was pretty evident they had won the day, how nice.

Fitch's reaction to his deeds were, amusing. Ah... So malleable, this one was going to prove to be an excellent addition. Letting him have his brief moment of euphoric triumph Doku waited patiently, wordless until Fitch had composed himself again. Finally allowing himself a small smile the older boy shook his head, sheathing his own blade as well. "Don't be so hasty, we can't run around fighting constantly. It takes time to prepare and I don't think you're ready for another just yet." Walking over to Fitch he glanced at the health bar curiously, seeing how low it was. "You took a lot of damage, you know. Had you not been this lucky you'd be the one dead right now, and I'd have to contend with those three as well as their leader. But... I suppose credit is due, and you did your part. Congratulations." Yes, congratulations on taking three unwitting, innocent human lives. It was almost too easy, using Fitch, it's like he wanted to be putty. "If you must know what's next, we're heading back to the city. Time to get our reward."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu could say what he wanted, Takeshi had clearly tricked the little guy. Grinning as his brother pushed himself away the older boy shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. "Whatever you say, I still got you. You're just lucky I let you go," he retorted, "And I'm going to teach you things! I said I was, didn't I? I wouldn't say that then not do it." Embarrassingly he actually didn't have anything in mind right away. He meant to go through with it, but he hardly had a second to think it through before Shu pounced on him. Maybe asking his brother would give him some idea, or maybe not. The little Saiyan sounded pretty puzzled when asked to say what he wanted to learn, he probably didn't know what there was. Fair enough, that was why they were teaching him after all. "I can't teach you to use that, I'm not trained to," Takeshi said, sighing before smiling at Shu knowingly, "I can teach you other things though! Like... How about the Afterimage technique? Remember on Earth when I pretended to hit you? I can teach you to do that, it's super easy and really useful. Considering how fast you are it'll be easy to master."

Sighing in slight annoyance Vegeta rubbed at his face before looking up at Viral exasperatedly. "I don't know why my parents would make it that way, if I did I'd also know how to help you. Maybe it was so it couldn't be manipulated as easily, I don't know. What I do know is this; Your emotional state plays a big part in your transforming. Which isn't that different from Saiyans, really. It takes a lot of anger to turn into a Super Saiyan initially, so you can almost think of it like that, in a way." He didn't quite appreciate having anything his parents had done being called stupid, but for the sake of getting things moving he wouldn't say anything on it. Instead Vegeta was determined to test this theory out, and in order to do that he had to anger Viral. Hm... How should he got about doing that? "I know one of the emotions is anger, and that's not exactly a hard one for you," he teased slightly, raising an eyebrow at the Beastman. "Look, this is how it is, there's no use in arguing. Instead how about we try sparing? I'll do my best to anger you, and that should theoretically bring forth one of your forms. Just... Try not to attack me when you change, I'd rather not have to contend with that."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Another failed attempt to snatch Shu left Takeshi mildly flustered, he was really having trouble. His brother was too small, too slippery, and his flying was too erratic to guess where he was going. Plenty of excuses, he didn't want to admit he just might be slower than Shu in general, not just yet. Chasing him down head on like this wasn't panning out, and now it was a matter of pride to catch the little guy. Smirking at an idea he called his sibling over with promise of a new technique, and sure enough the little monkey took the bait. A bit quicker than Takeshi had anticipated, nearly being barreled over as his brother came at him. Gasping at the abruptness of it he barely caught Shu, near falling over backwards as he held the kid securely. "Hah! Got you!" he teased, giving Shu's head a noogie before releasing him, grinning triumphantly. Shoot, now he figured he really did have to share a technique though, otherwise his brother would get all pouty, and that was never fun. "Now that I got you... Time to learn something! What will it be Shu? Ki? A fighting technique?"

This couldn't possibly be the two Princes, the sons of the king. They were two hapless idiots, playing around like babies. The fact they were somehow older than him and acting this way made the Saiyan feel terribly indignant. Coupled with the fact they were pretty strong compared to him left him quite disdainful. Still... Watching them play like that, having fun, he kind of yearned to join in. He had very little people to play with if anyone on Kortal, and since being 'recruited' by the Princes he'd done nothing but sit alone and watch other people go about their business. Honestly it was kind of lonely, he did wonder if his asking to join in might work out. Then again Shu seemed to hate him still, T'charrl, the alien DEFINITELY still hated him. He had barely seen let alone spoken to any of the others, but he didn't need to in order to guess their opinions of him. Meh... So he'd just sit in the corner like this and keep watching then? The disappointed look on his face crept out without his realizing, he made no effort to wipe it away as he looked at the floor somberly. Maybe he'd make a friend on another planet, if he got lucky.

"I do know what you're looking for... Sort of. Ikura wasn't as clear as I'd have liked him to be." The man had certainly shed a little light on the matter, but an outright explanation had eluded him. It had sounded like they were getting half of the puzzle, or even just a fraction of it. For all they knew it probably took the three minds behind Viral to fully indulge him and his powers. Well, one had murdered his father, the other was busy and his father was... That had been covered. So now it fell to him to somehow do what three men who were far more intelligent than he was couldn't do, sure, no pressure. "All I know is your transformations happen because of distress and emotion... And if you can figure out what emotion brings out what then you'll be able to use them more on command. As to what those actually are..." That was where they hit a proverbial roadblock. Knowing a trigger was useless if they didn't know exactly what it was or how to even access it. Sighing softly Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, looking down at the floor with a furrowed brow. "There was to be a distinct way to bring them forth... But what...?"