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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 30, 2011 18:46:52 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try As it turned out, the blue-haired saiyan had decided not to leave the city. Funny how his plans had been so altered, and brought him right back to where he had basically begun. Capsule Corporation, or near enough at least for it to not matter. And now that Jean had made the decision to enter himself into the tenkaichi tournament, spending some time training would be beneficial to that cause. Which would be his reason for venturing to West City's gravity room.
Really, it was an awesome invention, one that he knew of in theory at least... the boy had never actually trained in one before, but there had to be a first time for everything! He set the chamber to multiply the gravity times two, it was the lowest setting he could find. He wondered where to begin however, training by himself had never really been his strong point, in the past he had always trained with his father... "Hnn!" suddenly feeling the force of the enhanced gravity, Jean hunched over, pushed down by the force.
He struggled just to get himself to stand up straight again. Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought, he could get a workout just by trying to walk in this room! After taking in a deep breath, that was exactly what he began to do. Although, it sort of looked more like he was... marching... as he strained against the pressure exerted on his body. He knew he probably looked silly as he went walking about the room toward the opposite wall, but if this was what it took then it was worth it.
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 30, 2011 19:01:59 GMT -5
Another day off from doing Frieza's evil work. It was actually pretty nice. Princess had come to hate Frieza by now, so the less she had to do for him the better. Granted, to some extent it had been her choice to work for him. She could have easily stayed in West City. Though had she done that, she never would have been able to meet her father. If only meeting him hadn't cost her soul.
However, now that she had the day off, she felt it would be a good idea to do some training. She had recently heard of training chambers which had been built in West City by Frieza's request for his soldiers. Gravity chambers. Princess thought that it sounded like a great way to accelerate her growth in training. Other people seemed to have the same idea, as all of the rooms seemed occupied.
"Crap. I'm not going to waste time waiting for a room to open up," Princess muttered to herself. She made her way to the last room in the hallway and opened the door. Princess stepped in, her tail swaying as she stopped just past the entry. Instantly, she could feel the gravity pushing down on her. It was much heavier than normal, just as she would come to expect.
Princess crossed her arms and frowned. The other person in this room looked to be a boy who was around her age, though she would estimate that he was a bit younger. She sighed. By the look of it, he was having trouble even walking here. Princess felt a strain, but apparently not quite so much of one as Jean.
"Greetings, young one," Princess said with a smirk grin. He looked so weak.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 30, 2011 20:23:02 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try Little by little, the boy felt himself beginning to get used to the environment. He turned as he made it to the back wall, twisting his head, his eyes following the path to the door where the girl stood. No, she did not seem to be having as much trouble as he was having with the room's gravity, but he would try not to let that get to him. That was the whole point of this exercise, after all.
The first thing he noticed about the girl was obviously her tail, although he did not know her, the condescending tone and smirk, they all went along with the tail. Yep, she was the picture of a saiyan, except that she looked nothing like the few his father had told him about. "Hi..." he managed to gather the strength to kick straight out into the air in Princess' direction. The new situation was slightly awkward, because he had not expected anyone else to come in here to train... there were other rooms to train in in this place.
Jean felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face already, lowering his previously outstretched leg, he decided to stand still as he looked over at the girl. It was easier to talk when he wasn't trying to strain himself at the same time... "Are you here to train for the tournament too?" whelp, that was about the only conversation he could think to strike up. Being that it was his own reasoning for the most part, maybe it was hers as well, then again she could just be training for the heck of it. Well, whatever the case, there was no harm in asking.
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 30, 2011 20:34:29 GMT -5
With her eyes closed and her arms crossed, Princess continued to make her way further into the chamber. She neglected to even notice that Jean had pumped his fist in her direction. It really didn't bother her. She didn't feel that he would be much of a threat to a saiyan like her. A human. She had come to really think of them as inferiors. She had only met a few strong ones in all of her time, and the ones who she did consider to be fighters all wore the Turtle kanji.
Princess abruptly came to the stop a few meters in front of him. This was after he had finished speaking and asking her his question about the tournament? Was she signing up? Certainly. She wouldn't dare miss it. She didn't particularly care to move up in Frieza's ranks, but getting a chance to be close to Frieza would also give her a chance to examine his weaknesses. Plus, such a large sum of money could not be passed up.
"I do not think that's any of your business," Princess answered. Her eyes now met with Jean. She held a stubborn and determined expression as she read his eyes as well. The fatigue of being in this room was obviously getting to him, but for her, it was just some minimal fatigue, though she certainly felt it.
"But I do think that it is your business... that you have become lucky enough to train with Princess Vegeta," she boasted. "It's not an opportunity which many humans get to experience. And, what is your name, little one?"
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 30, 2011 22:35:25 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try
What a rude response. Jean met it with a frown, mere seconds away from asking her what her problem was. It was only a harmless question, not a very 'personal' one. He wasn't asking her the story of her life, he had merely been interested in what she was working out for... "Well, you don't have to be a jerk about it, I was only asking," had been his final choice of words to say to her, although probably not the best choice... He crossed his arms and continued to return her stare back at her. Even lifting his arms just to cross them over his chest was difficult... but he tried to pretend as though it had not taken as much effort as it actually had.
Next thing he knew, Jean found himself wondering if he'd seriously heard her properly... He immediately blurted out a confused, "What?" as his eyes grew substantially larger than usual. It just made no sense at all, he knew who Vegeta was, but who the hell was this princess? There was absolutely no way his grandfather was a little girl in this timeline, so then it had to be something else...! "You mean you're related to Vegeta?!"
The boy didn't even want to begin to consider what that might mean regarding his ... relation to this stranger he'd just met.
There were so many different turnouts in this timeline, it was beginning to seem as though nothing Trunks had informed him about was even close to the truth anymore. It had diverged way too far... He practically had forgotten already that Princess had asked for his name in return. "And, my name's Jean..." he hesitated, but managed to break away from his shock for the few seconds it took to respond.
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 30, 2011 22:47:35 GMT -5
"Good."
Princess scanned Jean carefully. He was a rather odd boy. Still only just a human. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that he had to be somewhat strong. He was just a human, yes, but he was also younger than herself. He was puny and he looked to be pretty weak. All the while, he was training in double gravity, which was something that even most adult humans couldn't train under, even some of the martial artists.
Princess' eyebrow was raised. She was curious as to how a little human boy knew about her father, the Saiyan Prince. He hadn't been around Earth for very long, and she herself didn't know about him until her mother told her about him. This boy was obviously more odd than she would have previously thought. He was aware of the upper-tier fighters, and not the fake ones who most humans worshipped.
"You know about my father?" Princess asked him skeptically. She was honestly very surprised about this. She wondered who exactly this human was, and whom he had been training under. Perhaps his parents worked under Frieza or something along those lines. That was close to the only possibility of which she could think. Either that or her father had earned some prestige among humans recently.
"You're not a normal human, are you?"
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 30, 2011 23:35:27 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try
In all honesty, the boy only knew about ‘the prince of Saiyans’ through word of mouth. Although he had always wondered what it would be like to meet the man, and at the time it had been a fun thought to consider, but then again Vegeta was probably much too different in this timeline... It wouldn’t be the same.
Jean’s stare turned from stubborn to dumbfound in no time flat. ”Your fa--… oh...” at that, he hung his head as the disappointment hit him hard. Trunks was Vegeta’s true child...! This was just... he couldn’t believe... it was so difficult to take in. What was more, Jean was faced with a feeling of emptiness, realizing that he would never be born in this timeline... not if Trunks had never been born. The whole idea was dizzying.
The rush made his head feel as though it was spinning, he just had to sit down for a little while... Or rather, as he moved to sit, the boosted gravity did the rest of the work halfway through and forcefully pulled him down to the floor.
”Kind of... no,” wait, what now was she asking? Jean realized his response had made no sense, sitting as he was on the floor he rubbed his hand against his forehead. ”I mean... I sort of have Saiyan blood in me, same as you,” and to an extent it was, as a matter of fact, the very same saiyan's blood. What he'd said aloud was the best explanation he could think to give her, it wouldn’t do him much good to say that his father was only a half-saiyan after all.
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 30, 2011 23:44:45 GMT -5
So this Jean kid actually did think he was special. If he thought so, and he was training under 2x gravity, then he honestly was something unique. Princess examined him carefully. Everything about him. She looked at his clothes, his fit body. His muscles. Everything was in shape, especially for his age. There was no doubt that he was unique when compared to the other children his age, and the other humans in general.
However, Princess was thrown offguard when she heard that he had the audacity to say something so outlandish as he was a part saiyan. Princess clenched her fists in front of her. She already knew of all the surviving saiyans. They were Raditz, Vegeta, and Nappa. There couldn't possibly be any more. It was impossible. She had heard of one more, yes, but she still hadn't come to terms with or accepted it, especially since he was dead, and considering he was a half-saiyan too, he couldn't be much older than her. He certainly wasn't old enough to have an eleven year old kid.
"YOU LIAR!" Princess screamed. She then threw her fist forward. It would collide with Jean's left cheek at Princess' full force. She didn't believe what he had said. She wasn't going to buy it, and he wasn't going to play her, the Princess of all Saiyans, as a fool.
"You don't even have a tail!" She shouted even further. "Don't you dare lie to me like that! Do you expect me to believe that?"
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 31, 2011 0:21:05 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try
”Wha...?” he was utterly baffled, unaware of why she would be accusing him of lying! As her fist impacted his face, the boy’s body tumbled backwards along the floor a few times until finally rolling to a stop. He lay then with his stomach pressed against the floor, groaning as he attempted to support himself with the flat of his hands. If he had only realized ahead of time something so simple such as ‘oh, she probably knows most of the members of her nearly extinct race!’ Then... yeah, he probably wouldn’t have said what he’d said. Gosh, he was so stupid... that should have been the first thing he considered before giving a reply.
A tail? ”W—well...” when he first met Daikon, he had not had a tail either. Not all Saiyans had to have one! While she continued to shout her head off, he was afraid the girl was going to hit him again or something. Just in case, he answered her likely rhetorical question. ”I thought you would,” but now he realized how stupid he had been to tell her in the first place. Now the princess would think him a liar, despite the fact that if she really knew him, she would realize that Jean was such a horrid liar that he hardly ever bothered to try lying about anything anymore.
The boy continued to move his arms beneath him, and then promptly tried to push himself off the ground. The feat was made all the more difficult by the heightened gravity, it felt as though he was trying to do a pushup... except it was more like he was on the hundredth pushup in a row and mere moments away from collapsing into a tired heap. "Sorry I was wrong," he said, his voice straining.
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 31, 2011 0:35:57 GMT -5
Princess blew her right fist off before lowering it back down to her sides. She was pretty content with that hit she had just landed, but to think that Jean had managed to survive it well enough to push himself up meant that he certainly was no ordinary human. She had to respect him for that. She raised her right fist up again and placed it in her left plam. She slowly began to crack her knuckles.
"Don't sweat it," Princess had already forgiven him for his lie. It was a bit pitiful, she'd have to admit, but she could be forgiving when she wanted to be. Plus, the lie Jean had told was only due to his desire to be part of a superior race. It made sense, the only problem was that him being a Saiyan was inconceivable.
"If I were human, I'd say i was a saiyan too," she said quite sympathetically. Following this, she made her way over to where he had rolled to, now walking. The gravity was taking her energy quickly, though she wasn't showing it visibly. She still had plenty more energy and she wasn't moving rapidly or anything like that. The female saiyan, now standing above Jean, lowered her hand to help him up.
"Anyway, lets forget about it and attempt to be friends... or at least Training partners for today."
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 31, 2011 9:35:32 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try
The girl spoke to him as if he had apologized for lying, funny that wasn’t the case... He had only apologized for thinking that she would believe him, but maybe the specifics didn’t matter at this juncture. Trying to correct her would probably only end up in more pain on his end. ”Yeah...” So in her eyes, Jean was a full-blooded human. Well, he had never tried to deny the human side of himself, of that he was certain. When he was, in fact, more human than any other Saiyan he knew of.
Continuing in his effort to push himself back onto his feet, the boy saw as Princess’ feet stopped right in front of him. His first thought at that point was that she would kick him while he was still down, still upset that he had ‘lied’, but that was not the way it turned out. Instead, the girl offered her hand to him, which he happily accepted, grateful to finally be standing upright once more. ”Training partners sounds good enough. Friends, if you don’t cheap shot me again,” he stuck his tongue out at her.
"I was thinking about practicing a new technique I came up with... but it might not be smart to try it in a room like this, now that I think about it," Jean pondered his dilemma. Strictly speaking, f he got it right, there would be no damage to the room. However, in a closed space such as this he worried how severely his conceptual technique could affect the two of them. "Do you wanna just spar?"
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 31, 2011 12:05:28 GMT -5
With her hand down, Princess helped Jean to pull himself off the ground. She could see them getting along as fighters, but not quite at friends just yet, especially not after he evinced his immaturity by sticking his tongue out at her. He must have thought he was very funny for having the nerve to do such a thing in front of an obvious superior. She simply ignored that, but had no change in her facial expression.
"You practicing your technique does nothing for me," Princess explained. Her eyes squinted. She had absolutely no interest in watching him attempt to repeat the same technique over and over again. Plus, she knew that she had her own technique to practice at that. For that reason, she would much rather fight. She'd work her technique into her practice. Plus, that would give her a rag doll to try it out on.
"Alright! Get ready, Jean!" Princess announced as she got into her fighting stance. She was done with talk now. It was time to fight. She held both of her hands in front of her and was tilted slightly to the left. With this stance, she left very few, if any, openings. Now who would throw the first punch?
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 31, 2011 12:53:27 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try
Pfft, she could have it her way then, Jean would find some other way to integrate it into combat or something. On top of that, his attempt at kidding around had seemed to fail with this one. What he got out of that was, just like a princess, she was much too serious. And how old was she anyway? She couldn’t be much older than he was, yet he could already tell how different the two of them were by the limited amount of interaction they had already had.
The boy moved into a fighting stance as well, following her lead. It was going to be a lot more taxing, fighting in a room like this one. He was going to give it his all though, maybe he wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t weak... or it could have been that he just wanted to see if he was strong enough to defeat enemies if he were to encounter them. Either way, Jean was prepared to fight the saiyan to the best of his ability.
”Ready when you are,” again he stuck his tongue out at her, this time just wanting to see how she would react. He ran toward her, the force of the gravity slowing his pace to a point. The first thing Jean tried was a low spinning sweep kick; he dropped both hands to the floor and spun his body around, his right leg outstretched all the while. He was aiming for her legs, hoping to trip her or at the very least throw the girl off balance.
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Oct 31, 2011 13:03:45 GMT -5
Princess grinned. As always, her thirst for battle was nearing its maximum. She was glad to see though that Jean wasn't nearly a pansy. He had decided to make his attack on her first. She had definitely thought up until now that he would be too scared to move and that she would have to be the first to attack on this match. However, this had not been the case. Perhaps he would serve to be a good sparring partner after all.
Following his movement wasn't terribly hard for her, especially not in this gravity. He was obviously moving much more slowly, and she was certain that the truth would be the same for her as well. But rather than allowing herself to move slowly, she'd have to put twice as much energy into every attack that she did.
"Hmph. Simple tricks," she scoffed as he prepared to use his sweep kick on her. As he did this, she quickly did a handstand to avoid it. Her hands planted firmly on the ground, and her legs came up in the air, narrowly dodging his sweep. From there, sherotated her body in a circle and aimed to slap him in the face with her tail.
Right after that attack, she'd push off the ground and land onto her feet again. She slowly began charging and orb of magenta energy, and with barely any recovery time, should her first attack have hit, she aimed to slam this orb of energy into his stomach.
"Hi-yah!"
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 31, 2011 13:31:17 GMT -5
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[/div] AM I WASTING TIME . . . ? might as well try
Jean’s leg felt only empty air as he spun it around. Ceasing the spinning, he came to a crouching position on the floor; at that point, he felt the girl’s tail smack against his face. ”Blhpff,” he spat it away from his mouth, gross. He rubbed at his nose to get the fur out of it, and the entire ordeal ended with him letting out one big sneeze. ”HahCHOO!”
Well that had been unexpected, and the same went for the princess’ follow up attack that pinned the boy right in the center of his chest. The purple-pink ball of ki forced him backward into the wall meters behind him. He groaned briefly at the pain of his back slamming against the wall, and then continued to remain where he had ended up.
Jean slowly moved one hand away from the wall and out in front of himself, attempting to counter with a trick of his own. He charged ki into his hand, it began to manifest as nothing more than purely white energy as he formed the small ball in his hand. When he thought it was sufficiently created, and also figured that he would have no more time to spend on creating it before she attacked, Jean decided it was time to toss it toward Princess.
The technique itself was still in the making, however... thus, it was incomplete. The few times he had attempted it before, the move had always failed to do what he wanted it to do... It needed fine-tuning. He watched the white sphere, waiting to see that it was a flop like all the others.
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