Post by Pikkon on Jan 6, 2010 22:40:47 GMT -5
Hercule City was the world's busiest at almost all times. People bustled about their city, doing work and getting things done. However, it was the World Tournament Arena that seemed to always be a hub, where smaller exhibition matches were held, as well as just tourists looking at the extraordinary coliseum.
Inside fighters sparred or trained, the main arena used by fighters while around it on the grass there were many different types of fighters training. They lifted weights and sparred, instructors and students, all of them united in their love for the sport of pugilism and wrestling.
Yet, none of them were any bit as strong as th fighter that would soon make his appearance. In fact, there were few that would even begin to rival him, his deadliness and ability both legends from his home planet, as well as the Other World.
Yes, this fighter was dead. Very dead. Dead and honored on his own world. Yet, still dead. How dead? Really dead. However he was still the strongest in the Other World. They called on him to put down the hardest fighters in Hell. They called on him to fight. He was from the West of the Universe, and his tutelage under the West Kai was what made even his already devastating power more destructive.
Yet with power came responsibility, and this fighter was one of the coolest and level headed as they came. During a fight he turned, however, into a brash but focussed fighter, using his tongue and his fists in equal amount. His speed was unparalleled, instant transmission nothing to him. His energy output was legendary, multiple energy balls forming with but a thought, their power unrivaled. His strength was bountiful, his strikes able to create craters from their impacts.
So, when a power such as this is granted clearance to leave the Other World, one must figure that the Earth was in dire straits. And it was; a recent alien invasion, with a return visit all but unlikely. That was why this particular alien was on his way to earth; he was going to solve its problems.
And then find Goku. And give him a piece of his mind. And perhaps his fist.
Oh yes. Yes he would.
-----
The sky above the World Tournament Arena was nice. No clouds, and the sun wasn't too offensive, a light breeze winding around the stadium chilled everyone nicely. However, the day was about to change.
Fighters looked up as they heard a low whining, that grew steadily. At first just a few noticed it, pointing and murmuring to their friends. However more and more looked up, including some of the workers and tourists. There wasn't a schedule space launch that anyone knew about, plus this was coming in, not going away.
A blue streak caught as whatever was coming down entered the atmosphere. Flaming trails curled behind it as it streaked downwards. It looked as though it was coming directly over the arena, but no one moved; too dumbfounded, like turkeys in a rain storm they stood, mouth's agape staring into the sky.
It wasn't until it was too late, at least for some of them, when they realized what was happening.
The thing hit the main stage with a thunderclap as it broke the speed of sound. Debris hovered momentarily in air as everything slowed down, everyone's hearts pumping adrenaline. For the briefest of seconds green skin was seen by those who survived the initial impact; those closest were vaporized by the pure power exuded by the being.
As time came back to normal, the explosion blew outwards, debris exploding up into the air and causing the main stage to ripple outwards, a crater quickly forming, depression in the middle of the main stage.
As the smoke cleared, a single figure stood, brushing himself of the dirt and debris he kicked up. Bodies exploded outwards now lay in crumpled husks, most only injured. The alien looked about, as some of the former fighters stirred, helping themselves and others up. A few of those still standing, obviously those of some fighting ability beyond that of normal humans, walked over to the alien, sliding down the craters walls.
"What the hell!? Who do you think you are! You hurt people!"
"Yeah! Take this!"
The first man rushed at the alien, throwing a very strong punch towards the alien's head. However, as his fist was supposed to connect, as the alien didn't move, it went through, and suddenly he wasn't there anymore. He stood behind the man, his own fist outstretched, implanted firmly in the man's back.
The man had time enough to turn before his body registered that he had been hit, and then the man crumpled, a low groan coming out of his mouth.
The first man now charged the alien, but the alien simply grabbed the leg that was thrown at him. With a grip, he heard bone break. The man screamed in pain as the alien lifted him by the shattered extremity.
"Where is Goku?"
"Who? I don't know who're you're talking about man! What are you!?"
"Pikkon."
He threw the man, who bounced over the lip of the crater. He begin walking up the crater, and out of the World Championship Arena.
Inside fighters sparred or trained, the main arena used by fighters while around it on the grass there were many different types of fighters training. They lifted weights and sparred, instructors and students, all of them united in their love for the sport of pugilism and wrestling.
Yet, none of them were any bit as strong as th fighter that would soon make his appearance. In fact, there were few that would even begin to rival him, his deadliness and ability both legends from his home planet, as well as the Other World.
Yes, this fighter was dead. Very dead. Dead and honored on his own world. Yet, still dead. How dead? Really dead. However he was still the strongest in the Other World. They called on him to put down the hardest fighters in Hell. They called on him to fight. He was from the West of the Universe, and his tutelage under the West Kai was what made even his already devastating power more destructive.
Yet with power came responsibility, and this fighter was one of the coolest and level headed as they came. During a fight he turned, however, into a brash but focussed fighter, using his tongue and his fists in equal amount. His speed was unparalleled, instant transmission nothing to him. His energy output was legendary, multiple energy balls forming with but a thought, their power unrivaled. His strength was bountiful, his strikes able to create craters from their impacts.
So, when a power such as this is granted clearance to leave the Other World, one must figure that the Earth was in dire straits. And it was; a recent alien invasion, with a return visit all but unlikely. That was why this particular alien was on his way to earth; he was going to solve its problems.
And then find Goku. And give him a piece of his mind. And perhaps his fist.
Oh yes. Yes he would.
-----
The sky above the World Tournament Arena was nice. No clouds, and the sun wasn't too offensive, a light breeze winding around the stadium chilled everyone nicely. However, the day was about to change.
Fighters looked up as they heard a low whining, that grew steadily. At first just a few noticed it, pointing and murmuring to their friends. However more and more looked up, including some of the workers and tourists. There wasn't a schedule space launch that anyone knew about, plus this was coming in, not going away.
A blue streak caught as whatever was coming down entered the atmosphere. Flaming trails curled behind it as it streaked downwards. It looked as though it was coming directly over the arena, but no one moved; too dumbfounded, like turkeys in a rain storm they stood, mouth's agape staring into the sky.
It wasn't until it was too late, at least for some of them, when they realized what was happening.
The thing hit the main stage with a thunderclap as it broke the speed of sound. Debris hovered momentarily in air as everything slowed down, everyone's hearts pumping adrenaline. For the briefest of seconds green skin was seen by those who survived the initial impact; those closest were vaporized by the pure power exuded by the being.
As time came back to normal, the explosion blew outwards, debris exploding up into the air and causing the main stage to ripple outwards, a crater quickly forming, depression in the middle of the main stage.
As the smoke cleared, a single figure stood, brushing himself of the dirt and debris he kicked up. Bodies exploded outwards now lay in crumpled husks, most only injured. The alien looked about, as some of the former fighters stirred, helping themselves and others up. A few of those still standing, obviously those of some fighting ability beyond that of normal humans, walked over to the alien, sliding down the craters walls.
"What the hell!? Who do you think you are! You hurt people!"
"Yeah! Take this!"
The first man rushed at the alien, throwing a very strong punch towards the alien's head. However, as his fist was supposed to connect, as the alien didn't move, it went through, and suddenly he wasn't there anymore. He stood behind the man, his own fist outstretched, implanted firmly in the man's back.
The man had time enough to turn before his body registered that he had been hit, and then the man crumpled, a low groan coming out of his mouth.
The first man now charged the alien, but the alien simply grabbed the leg that was thrown at him. With a grip, he heard bone break. The man screamed in pain as the alien lifted him by the shattered extremity.
"Where is Goku?"
"Who? I don't know who're you're talking about man! What are you!?"
"Pikkon."
He threw the man, who bounced over the lip of the crater. He begin walking up the crater, and out of the World Championship Arena.