Training and stuff...
Forgive me, I'm not very skilled at writing out training and/or fight scenes. I know, odd considering what anime this rpg is based on. lol.
The wind was picking up, ruffling the hair about his head as well as the long blades of grass at his feet. A thin mist of persperation coated his face and stuck his training gi to his body, showing off a muscular, well-developed form most men would have been envious of and women secretly cast the corners of thier eyes towards.
None of this occurred to Gokou, indeed, it never had, as he continued with his training, excuting various kicks and punches with lightning speed and rounding off with a few powerful ki blasts at a mountain range far enough away not to be of any harm to anyone. He sheilded his eyes as rocks and debris tumbled down it's slope, it mass altered forever. Raising instintively into the air, he flew at breakneck speeds towards the half-crumbled wall of tan and gold rock.
"Dad?" He spun around in mid-air, a shout lodged in his throat as he partook his son blinking at him with large, dark eyes; "Mom said I could train with you if I finished my homework..."
"I thought you were still asleep, Gohan." He cocked his head at his teenage son and narrowed one eye; "Are you sure your telling the truth?"
Gohan looked shocked; "Yeah, Dad! Go ask her youself!"
"Hey! No need to get offessive, son!" Gokou cried, spreading his hands in a surrending gesture, before dropping his form low in the air, mists of clouds swirls around them in the azure of the early morning; "Ready?" He issued at his son, his tone changing to serious with the skip of a heartbeat.
"Ready!" Gohan cried and flew at his father with a grace and speed that belied his youth. Gokou took the first blow to the chest which sent him flying backwards. Before Gohan could finish up, he caught the youngster's fist in mid-flight, swung him around and nailed him fast and hard in the side with his free hand, sending his son spiralling downwards towards the expanse of green and gold below.
"That was a lucky shot!" Gohan gasped, catching his breath and halting his spinning dive before he could touch the earth. Gokou laughed, but not with malice, he was proud of his son, for his strength and determination. "Come on, Gohan! You can do better than that!" He urged and was rewarded with his efforts by having to block several punches to the face and chest area, each one seeming to be delivered a split instant after the previous one.
Suddenly...
Rage...
Gokou cried out, the thought, words? Emotion rather, barreled into his mind with the force of a sandstorm. Gohan paused and opened his mouth to speak; "D-Dad? What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"S-Sorry, Gohan..." He said, shaking his head to clear it, a shiver rode up his spine, "It's nothing, probably just indigestion..."
"O-Okay, Dad..." Gohan said, "Ready?"
"Yeah! I'm ready!" Gokou fell back into a fighting stance, "Don't hold back, now, Go-..."
Destruction!
"Aaiiee!" Gokou grabbed his head and fell backwards, down, down, spiralling. Unable to cease his fall, he knew he would be meeting ground soon and there seemed to be little he could do about it. The ki he was sensing, feeling, was so familar...anger burst inside of him like a red sore. Anger which was not his, but someone else's.
"Dad!" Gohan cried and in the time to took to draw breath, had caught his father a scant second before he'd kissed the dirt; "Dad! T-that energy! I thought I was just imagining it..."
"No, it's real..." Gokou said, and blinked; "Thanks, Gohan. I'm all right."
Nodding, Gohan let go of his father and turned slowly in the air, the grass tickling his feet as he lowered himself to stand upon it, his father following in the wake of his movements. "I...I know that energy..." He said in a half-whisper, "But..."
"It's crazy!" Gokou agreed, shaking his head, trying to focus; "He's been dead for years..."
"Hey!" Gohan cried, looking up, sheilding his eyes; "Someone's coming!"
"Yeah!" Gokou agreed as the new enegry came into clarity; "Maybe Piccolo knows something..."
The wind was picking up, ruffling the hair about his head as well as the long blades of grass at his feet. A thin mist of persperation coated his face and stuck his training gi to his body, showing off a muscular, well-developed form most men would have been envious of and women secretly cast the corners of thier eyes towards.
None of this occurred to Gokou, indeed, it never had, as he continued with his training, excuting various kicks and punches with lightning speed and rounding off with a few powerful ki blasts at a mountain range far enough away not to be of any harm to anyone. He sheilded his eyes as rocks and debris tumbled down it's slope, it mass altered forever. Raising instintively into the air, he flew at breakneck speeds towards the half-crumbled wall of tan and gold rock.
"Dad?" He spun around in mid-air, a shout lodged in his throat as he partook his son blinking at him with large, dark eyes; "Mom said I could train with you if I finished my homework..."
"I thought you were still asleep, Gohan." He cocked his head at his teenage son and narrowed one eye; "Are you sure your telling the truth?"
Gohan looked shocked; "Yeah, Dad! Go ask her youself!"
"Hey! No need to get offessive, son!" Gokou cried, spreading his hands in a surrending gesture, before dropping his form low in the air, mists of clouds swirls around them in the azure of the early morning; "Ready?" He issued at his son, his tone changing to serious with the skip of a heartbeat.
"Ready!" Gohan cried and flew at his father with a grace and speed that belied his youth. Gokou took the first blow to the chest which sent him flying backwards. Before Gohan could finish up, he caught the youngster's fist in mid-flight, swung him around and nailed him fast and hard in the side with his free hand, sending his son spiralling downwards towards the expanse of green and gold below.
"That was a lucky shot!" Gohan gasped, catching his breath and halting his spinning dive before he could touch the earth. Gokou laughed, but not with malice, he was proud of his son, for his strength and determination. "Come on, Gohan! You can do better than that!" He urged and was rewarded with his efforts by having to block several punches to the face and chest area, each one seeming to be delivered a split instant after the previous one.
Suddenly...
Rage...
Gokou cried out, the thought, words? Emotion rather, barreled into his mind with the force of a sandstorm. Gohan paused and opened his mouth to speak; "D-Dad? What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"S-Sorry, Gohan..." He said, shaking his head to clear it, a shiver rode up his spine, "It's nothing, probably just indigestion..."
"O-Okay, Dad..." Gohan said, "Ready?"
"Yeah! I'm ready!" Gokou fell back into a fighting stance, "Don't hold back, now, Go-..."
Destruction!
"Aaiiee!" Gokou grabbed his head and fell backwards, down, down, spiralling. Unable to cease his fall, he knew he would be meeting ground soon and there seemed to be little he could do about it. The ki he was sensing, feeling, was so familar...anger burst inside of him like a red sore. Anger which was not his, but someone else's.
"Dad!" Gohan cried and in the time to took to draw breath, had caught his father a scant second before he'd kissed the dirt; "Dad! T-that energy! I thought I was just imagining it..."
"No, it's real..." Gokou said, and blinked; "Thanks, Gohan. I'm all right."
Nodding, Gohan let go of his father and turned slowly in the air, the grass tickling his feet as he lowered himself to stand upon it, his father following in the wake of his movements. "I...I know that energy..." He said in a half-whisper, "But..."
"It's crazy!" Gokou agreed, shaking his head, trying to focus; "He's been dead for years..."
"Hey!" Gohan cried, looking up, sheilding his eyes; "Someone's coming!"
"Yeah!" Gokou agreed as the new enegry came into clarity; "Maybe Piccolo knows something..."