Yamcha's 100x enhanced gravity dojo training (4864 words)
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Yamcha's 100x enhanced gravity dojo training (4864 words)
by Yamcha the banned 4/29/2012, 3:41 pm
The gravity machine in his Capsule House needing to be tested on a higher setting, the human warrior went into the dojo and shouted out the commands for a gravity level of one hundred times normal gravity, before slipping on his heavy weighted wristbands. Then after the weight bore down upon him he then commanded the room to change the scenery to that of a training ground with several wooden dummies stationed outside in the open air. The air in his lungs quickly expels itself, rushing through his throat.
He didn't bother to stretch, due to his near constant motion he saw no point. His muscles needed to get used to sudden movements anyway, and this was the best and only option unless he wanted to kill a few Namekians, ha-ha jokes. Forest Druid Yamcha was always limber and ready to go; he slid into place and clocked out a straight punch into the dummy, blowing the head off with a weak, resistive tug of fabric. With the enhanced weight of the room his movements might have been slower but they definitely weren't any weaker, if anything the gravity added weight and strength to everything he did. He was slowly becoming accustomed to added gravity on the whole.
He then immediately snapped back and fell into a handstand, the motion brought him around to strike the side of the dummy with right heel, and he spun around to hit again with the top of his other foot. He used the motion of his latter foot striking to throw himself into a reverse spin and flip over to his feet again.
Today was the time to try something new, something foreign. He was going to push the limits of his body and at the same time force it to do something amazing. Again he rushed a new dummy, jumping high and curling into a ball as he dropped his knee onto the dummy's head causing it to explode like a melon onto the body. In place of stuffing he imagines Piccolo Daimio’s innards. He then dropped into a full crouch and spun around bringing his knee up to smash the side of the dummy and destroys the better part of the body. He dropped the knee he had raised and threw up his other knee onto the opposite side to fully destroy the dummy.
Whoever replaced these would be a little pissed after he was through. He sprinted to the next dummy, drawing up short and changing his stance. He arms held loosely in front of him in a clutching manner and he staggered back a few steps. He veered left and then right surging forward only to halt a few steps from the dummy and bend over backwards completely. His spine swung around to the right as he struck from the side with his outside elbow the inner held in front of his head like a drinking motion.
Then he snapped with the drinking hand, once to the face then a feint that dropped lower into the solarplex of the dummy. Then he reached past the solar plex area and up to the far shoulder ramming his other elbow into the dummies' side again as he swung himself up on the arm.
His legs went into the air as he spun around and dropped his striking arm to stand on, giving him what he needed to bash both of his knees into the head of the training dummy effectively knocking the head off of it. Then he instantly rolled away and sprung up in an alert stance, driving a straight punch and denting the chest of the dummy, and then he rotated his hip over as a round kick struck the side.
Snapping his foot back he kicked in a high low pattern before jumping and rotating all the way around to his other foot and repeating the process. However then he wheeled the foot around in front of him pointing it straight up into the air alongside his face and brought it down in a standing heel drop. Needless to say the wood splintered and ripped a gash down the front as his foot trailed to the ground.
He backed away and forced Ki into his hands, calling upon the unstable reserves that he held. He punched directly through the dummy, making a near perfect hole but his hand was full of splinters and gashes. He raised his knee around and to the side to slam into the dummy and knock it over with ease.
Then it was on to the next target, using his hurting hand he again poured energy into it. He felt the pain start to leave it and the splinters become of less consequence. He pointed his fingers and jabbed straight into the training dummy making a neat hole a few inches deep as if he had used a sword.
His fingers nearly buckled, so he poured more power into them. He locked out his back and struck to go straight through the dummy. He heard the cracking of wood and a huge crack went up the expanses of the dummy from top to bottom. His hand had gone perfectly through the wooden training dummy. He drew it and focused power into his other hand, punching above the hole with a haymaker.
The dummy split and fell the pieces flying back and tumbling. He examined his hands; though the earlier damage was still there he felt power in them. He had forced them to become harder, though how hard was something he had yet to test.
He turned and sprinted toward a large boulder, gathering energy into his hands again. His stance turned boxer immediately as he got within striking range. He jabbed out with his right and struck hard with his left cracking the stone and letting it crumble from his blows.
He approached the target and spun on his left foot freely, throwing his leg up and over on the second spin to axe kick the head of the target. When his axe kick touched down he was just turning his back to the opponent so he immediately snapped out with it and caught the target in the mid section. Forest Druid Yamcha's movements were slow and stiff but with each motion his body as starting to come out of the rigid stupor.
After the back kick connected he threw his hands to the ground and launched the unused foot into the face of the target. With a push he was off the dummy and rolling away to recover. He ran at the target leaning forward far, he stooped to the side to make as if dodging a sword swing and check the dummy hard with his elbow. Then he rose and caught it with a reverse hook and drew back his other hand.
He slammed his palm into the side of the target, imprinting it with his force as it caused him to slide back. He dashed at the target, veering far left and right as his motions blurred with amazing speed. He slid past the target low and into a blind spot as his hands planted on the ground and his foot shot up in a hook kick to the face. He used it to push off and turn him completely around and stand up to slam a round house knee into the target.
With both hands drawn back he forced Ki into his hands and slammed the target hard, his breathe coming ragged as the target snapped off the base and tumbled away. However, it still wasn't enough the target always seemed to break and limit him from continuing. He dashed after the target and somersaulted in the air, his foot flying out toward the end in a heel drop that crashed onto the fallen dummy like a hammer.
The wood caved in and split under his force as he sat, catching his breathe and thinking of what to do next. Obviously a cool down of some sort should follow; a kata would be done to cool down. He had learned this from watching many of the Namekian warriors, but apparently it had originally come from a mountainous monastery on Earth similar to the warrior monk he fought to get into the forest to get the special mineral water to save Korin’s Senzu Plant.
Gradually and slowly his stance changed, moving as slow as the little hand on a clock. His arms became cocked back for strikes, his palms facing skyward before they melded into fists and hovered not even an inch away from his ribcage on either side, just below nipple height. From here he stopped to make sure that his forearms were completely parallel, a governing point of wing Chun required that lines be straight, and angles harsh in order to create the perfect triangle that should be envisioned in a fight. His knees sank to touch together, tilting his pelvis forward to assume the position used to learn forward striking power. Poised as he was now he created an imaginary triangle with the forward edge of his triangle being his striking radius, moving lightly to the balls of his feet he set himself to feel strung like the string of a bow.
From there he continued the kata, moving slowly, mournfully almost as he taught his muscles to remember the timeless kata as if it were something his very life depended on. Slowly he extended his right hand; the punch would be called an 'arrow-punch' a straight technique that Wing Chun was based on. As it moved straight from the cocked back position into his centerline his fist turned so that his knuckles made a vertical line instead of the standard punch seen in most Japanese martial arts, the striking surface was intended to be the entire hand. Even his fist was different from most styles, as his elbow locked out and forced his fist to become the tip of the triangle he took note of his range and how any incoming attack from the centerline and over to his right could be amply blocked and deflected merely by firing off this punch as a strike to the head, ribcage or torso as he attacked the center of the body and disrupted the flow of synergy in their own stance.
Slowly, Forest Druid Yamcha retracted the punch in the same fashion that he had deployed it. Painfully, with completely tightened muscles so as to almost cause himself pain he stretched out his left fist in the same exact fashion, turning his knuckles vertical as they were pushed into his centerline and out toward his target so that the strike would fly directly from the core of a person's power, after all a strike from the centerline with a poised stance could have every muscle in the body in on the action. Yamcha had been told and had the chance to observe first hand in a martial art demonstration on earth, which proved to him how effective of a style that it actually was. However, as he moved he was free to dwell not only on the form but the doctrine of the fighting style, dogma of martial art was something that he had come to understand was more like a guideline for how to use the system. With a careful heave he finished pulling the left hand back, locking it into place where it belonged. He ran the word 'uncommitted' over in his mind a few times while he rested in stance, not daring to move while his meditation continued. The word uncommitted meant that a practitioner of Wing Chun did not leapt into his strike but rather let the bone structure of his own body do the work, pitting the elbow behind every punch so that it connected with the whole body that was in turn rooted to the ground in order to create a perfect 'rooted' structure. A rooted structure that was flexible but unyielding so that the entire body was behind each and every attack yet there was no movement that took the body off balance or out of the fighter's own realm of control, such a thing would enhance the likelihood of defending against attacks and staying in the position of the most power and speed.
During his movements he had hardly noticed that the harsher gravity of the room was all but gone, having left him like a bad dream as he forced his body to adapt and become stronger in the midst of what was happening to him. Drilling his mind with the kata would teach him how best to use the movements so that they were ingrained into his body as more than simple motions. Reactions, reflexes, and the things that his body would do on their own if he needed them to, in a pinch he would not think but he would use this classical style of wing Chun in order to truly push himself. The gravity actually helped here, his movements slower and hence more precise.
With that in mind Forest Druid Yamcha continued the form; tan sau was the next step after learning the arrow punch. He slowly and painfully brought both of his hands from their position beside his body and straightened out the fingers so that everything from the tip of his elbow to the ends of his fingers was a completely straight line. His palms then tilted slightly skyward as they came into his centerline, crossing left over right as the technique came to completion and he stopped to measure what he was teaching himself. In actuality using two hands would only be to teach the technique through self measurements of the body, his elbows themselves would be hovering out from the sides of his ribcage only slightly to create the exact measurement of a fist width. While the miniature triangle the insides of his arms created would have a different measurement technique, if you were to measure the distance between his solar plexus and the point where both of his wrists converged one would be able to place his outstretched palm snugly in between the two body structures. Yet this was only the upper version of the technique, with a snapping motion he would commit the only fast motion he had done so far and bring his crossed wrists diagonally out from his body. In effect the only thing that actually moved were his hands and forearms to locks the elbow joint out straight while still letting the elbows come up slowly until they were directly in front of the shoulders. This movement of the shoulders would allow one to check or attack with the elbow directly after intercepting a strike or having a strike of your own intercepted, once again building of the idea of feeling force and directing it away from the body with a wedge to deliver your own attack as punishment. With this motion his forearms had gone from being what one could call crossed boards to crossed blades as the natural movement of the forearm would turn, thus turning the hands and leaving them crossed on edge. This was to be an effective tool in guarding against mid attacks and striking at limbs to stun them while establishing contact that could be used for further damage. Chi Sau, sticky hands would be the core of connecting with such attacks.
The primal warrior waivered for a moment, the stress catching up to him of simply fighting and then performing in the high weight environment. With his training he was able to physically ignore any pain but that didn't mean that the damage to his body was simply gone. His bones struggled to hold his body upright still, the forceful posture was good for the alignment but even standing was a task in gravity like this. Unlike the last time when he had jogged, this going straight into combat and then cool down was taking a much larger toll. Forest Druid Yamcha paused in the form, taking several deep breaths before he found the focus and concentration to continue.
The king pulled his arms back into position, breathing heavily as sweat rolled off him from the completely strained movement of perfecting the techniques. Training with eased muscles was how you actually performed techniques but by tensing the body you could tear down the muscles at an exponentially faster rate than normal and force the limbs to remember what they were learning. He relaxed his shoulders once again, reminding himself that power came from structure and the entire body working as one. With his fists hovering at his sides, he opened his palm to the sky and slowly pushed forward while letting his palm turn so that his fingers pointed out to the side. With this attack he thrust forward with an exponential burst of power that caused the air around him to suddenly lurch forward due to the strength generated by his body. Then he turned his palm skyward at the full extension and brought his hand completely parallel to his body whilst having the arm itself remain frozen, he rotated his hand around in a complete circle to stretch the tendons and teach them what positions they were to have. Then he proceeded to slowly bring the arm back, paying for the relief that his sudden burst of power had given him. Next his other hand committed the same motion, slowly forming the palm attack and pushing it into his centerline before it inched forward to the full extension of his arm where he proceeded to stretch his tendons out in the same manner. This would not only make his hand nimble and able to form an instant grapple when he struck with an open palm but it would also allow him to feel the force of a strike and learn to redirect it when he encountered it; after all feeling was a huge part of Wing Chun as well. The art was developed alongside two brothers known as Thai Boxing and Tai Chi so it held both the powerful strikes that allowed for perfect body position and the calm flowing motions taken from the Tai Chi style of fighting that would allow one to use the other's strength against them. For the harder one fought against Wing Chun the more off balance and vulnerable to strikes they would eventually become, literally throwing themselves onto solidly rooted attacks due to the practitioner’s ability to keep their own stance and structure as perfect as possible.
He felt he could do it now, with the tensed motions of the repetitive kata that he knew so well he had finally let the effects of the gravity slide off his back like water. Indeed, the sweat of his body was symbolic with every drop being the hold that the enhanced gravity held over him. A million beads of sweat had no doubt formed and hit the floor already making him lighter by small increments with each drop of weakness and fatigue that left his body to be replaced with strength. Even though his energy was low and had been taxed the Namekian had endured this trial and would continue, albeit slowly, to complete the ceremonial kata of wing Chun.
Now the human pushed another palm strike forward but this time with his fingers pointed toward the sky, then once he had pushed the palm completely to the extension of his arm he let the technique crumble inward. His elbow tilting in, as all techniques in Wing Chun should when met with a grapple or with a force trying to drive the limb out of the centerline, his elbow moved completely into his centerline while his wrist moved up and back toward his body a few inches. The hand would go limp on top of the wrist, hanging down in front like a wet rag with the fingers curled lightly to create a cup. Forest Druid Yamcha proceeded to bring this technique in toward his body, further collapsing the technique known as Fook Sau, the controlling hand. With this technique a true master could catch a centerline strike from the opponent and trap it with the hand and arm wherein he would collapse the structure of his own attack into something incredibly springy and strong, from there the practitioner would be free to deliver another short range blow. The effects could be devastating after pulling someone to within less than a foot of you; with the short motions of Wing Chun one would truly build the power to deliver a crippling blow even in the space of a few inches. Quite suddenly he snapped his hand from the position and turned it to a blade, with the palm facing out toward the side of the body, away from his elbow so that the ridge of his hand was facing forward. He snapped the body formation forward, directly from the chest out to the full extension of his arm before collapsing it and repeating it two more times. During these motions he controlled the sudden urges to raise his shoulders and bring them in on the motion for it was only natural to try and use them for striking after having been so familiar with that method all your life, yet Wing Chun would discipline him to focus on uncommitted attacks that could not be thrown off balance by forms even as sophisticated as Aikido if you could keep your center and structure.
Forest Druid Yamcha finished the last dishrag motion and snapped his hand back to a bladed form; however he kept it close to his body this time and pushed with it directly to the side. Almost scraping his chest with the motion as his palm pushed to the edge of his shoulder as if it were deflecting an imaginary kick or punch that had strayed close to his body. With this movement one could reposition their body, pivot on the balls of their feet and even change stance while staying safe and moving closer to the opponent with devastating punches, elbows and blows. Then he repeated the motion with his other hand while the other waited in perfect cocked position, he replicated every aspect of the exercise three times before using the Pak Sau movement at the end again, all the while he concentrated on staying on the balls of his feet with his pelvis forward. Even the first stance, the simple triangle stance would keep all of the body poised and ready to move forward and strike without mercy but also without committing to a movement that would allow punishment through way of redirection. By remaining in such a balanced stance with the spine straight, an attack coming from the centerline to disrupt the opponent the practitioner of Wing Chun was guaranteed stay in his stance as long as he paid careful attention to his own structure and did not allow it to be interrupted. Being the interruption was indeed a sub art form all on its' own for to complete such a thing you would need to ensure that you kept yourself without noticeable fault and completely calm in your own designs.
Forest Druid Yamcha's arms came back to his sides again, fully cocked back while he made sure that his elbows were straight and his shoulders completely relaxed so as to keep the focal point on technique and perception. Siu Lim Tao, the first form of Wing Chun is considered the most important and critical for short range combat. He slowly moved his arms up and out from his rib cage until they came to resemble two parallel bars with the ground with one stacked on top of the other in front of his chest. With slow and painful movement he made the motion of striking with elbows to the sides but the strikes would go no further back than his shoulders so he did not over extend and allow the strike to become weak. Then following afterwards came his hands which turned on the hinges of his elbows as if rust clung to them, inching out to fully extend his arms and ingrain the body position necessary for the fully extended chop. With a deep breath he would then bring his arms back to the parallel bar position in front of him but with a different arm on top this time so that he could repeat the motion faster. This time his elbow strikes exploded outwards and were made into one motion as the chops swung free to be completely flush with the line of his shoulders which would give him an explosive attack to the sides that came directly from the center of the body to the outside target.
He moved to complete the form; having both his arms cocked back once again he did not tarry but did not rush. Still keeping his speed comparable to the short hand of a clock and his muscles tensed beyond any practical notion in order to teach himself the form quite completely. He moved both his arms with this motion, turning them to skyward palms that remained parallel to the ground as he brought them to chin height by the driving force of pushing his elbows into the centerline until on a fist width separated them from each other and from his sternum. This technique collapsed the shoulders inward making one a less bulky target while teaching the hand where to be to meet most attack and hand techniques, by pivoting on the balls of his feet to the right he could shift into a side stance. His back foot remained in the same one hundred-five degree angle it had been while the front foot assumed another one hundred-five degree angle outwards of the body, his chest and technique pointed forward to remain preserved as a complete structure as he now stood across his centerline. The motion was repeated to teach his body how to turn to the other direction and then he slowly brought himself back to the first position of having both feet angled inwards with the knees magnetized and the pelvis forward so that he created a perfect, equilateral triangle type of structure. His hand technique had not collapsed thought this entire but rather had been loosened and tightened several times to ensure that his arms would remember it through the brutal punishment he instilled in them from over tightening and slow movement. His hand then would slowly turn completely over and extend fully away from his body as if his thumbs were delivering a double eye strike on an opponent at the edge of his reach, then slowly the would move down as his palm faced the ground and became parallel to it until the technique came to bear down below his groin and in front of him. Such a thing would pin down upper body attacks and strike at an over zealous kick from an opponent, even a flying technique could be turned to the ground harshly with such a maneuver.
His arms came back to the fully cocked position and his hands turned to skyward palms, and then turned to palms that sought the ground as they both shot down at the full extension of the arm and reached their striking point well below the hip of the user. Then they circled around, scraping his body with their slow and powerful movement as he brought the backs of his hands to rest against his lower back with his palms facing directly behind him. With crushing force he delivered a fast motion instead of a steady and slow one meant for learning, he thrust his hands out and back showing a last resort technique for striking at the groin and unprotected organs of the lower abdomen as air compacted and rushed out away from him. After this technique he slowly brought himself back to the neutral position with his arms cocked back and his knees magnetized. Forest Druid Yamcha then brought himself up and out of the stance, breathing out calmly as the tension finally melted away from him in sheets. Thus ended the first form of Wing Chun that he had put much pain staking practice into; Siu Lim Tao (The Little Idea) a form that was composed of several short and powerful movements meant to be done in either full speed or the pain staking method that he had chosen. This taught the user the essence of short range combat and what positions their body should be in to most effectively meet attacks by taking the shortest line from the body to that of the opponent to deliver crushing force.
That was the end; Forest Druid Yamcha stood up out of the stance slowly and let his body actually rest. No longer able to tell the difference between one hundred times and normal gravity he had conquered this level of training quite sufficiently. The Forest Wolf Druid left the room, dragging his feet some with a need for rest and water for a good length of time before he was ready for such an ordeal again.
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He didn't bother to stretch, due to his near constant motion he saw no point. His muscles needed to get used to sudden movements anyway, and this was the best and only option unless he wanted to kill a few Namekians, ha-ha jokes. Forest Druid Yamcha was always limber and ready to go; he slid into place and clocked out a straight punch into the dummy, blowing the head off with a weak, resistive tug of fabric. With the enhanced weight of the room his movements might have been slower but they definitely weren't any weaker, if anything the gravity added weight and strength to everything he did. He was slowly becoming accustomed to added gravity on the whole.
He then immediately snapped back and fell into a handstand, the motion brought him around to strike the side of the dummy with right heel, and he spun around to hit again with the top of his other foot. He used the motion of his latter foot striking to throw himself into a reverse spin and flip over to his feet again.
Today was the time to try something new, something foreign. He was going to push the limits of his body and at the same time force it to do something amazing. Again he rushed a new dummy, jumping high and curling into a ball as he dropped his knee onto the dummy's head causing it to explode like a melon onto the body. In place of stuffing he imagines Piccolo Daimio’s innards. He then dropped into a full crouch and spun around bringing his knee up to smash the side of the dummy and destroys the better part of the body. He dropped the knee he had raised and threw up his other knee onto the opposite side to fully destroy the dummy.
Whoever replaced these would be a little pissed after he was through. He sprinted to the next dummy, drawing up short and changing his stance. He arms held loosely in front of him in a clutching manner and he staggered back a few steps. He veered left and then right surging forward only to halt a few steps from the dummy and bend over backwards completely. His spine swung around to the right as he struck from the side with his outside elbow the inner held in front of his head like a drinking motion.
Then he snapped with the drinking hand, once to the face then a feint that dropped lower into the solarplex of the dummy. Then he reached past the solar plex area and up to the far shoulder ramming his other elbow into the dummies' side again as he swung himself up on the arm.
His legs went into the air as he spun around and dropped his striking arm to stand on, giving him what he needed to bash both of his knees into the head of the training dummy effectively knocking the head off of it. Then he instantly rolled away and sprung up in an alert stance, driving a straight punch and denting the chest of the dummy, and then he rotated his hip over as a round kick struck the side.
Snapping his foot back he kicked in a high low pattern before jumping and rotating all the way around to his other foot and repeating the process. However then he wheeled the foot around in front of him pointing it straight up into the air alongside his face and brought it down in a standing heel drop. Needless to say the wood splintered and ripped a gash down the front as his foot trailed to the ground.
He backed away and forced Ki into his hands, calling upon the unstable reserves that he held. He punched directly through the dummy, making a near perfect hole but his hand was full of splinters and gashes. He raised his knee around and to the side to slam into the dummy and knock it over with ease.
Then it was on to the next target, using his hurting hand he again poured energy into it. He felt the pain start to leave it and the splinters become of less consequence. He pointed his fingers and jabbed straight into the training dummy making a neat hole a few inches deep as if he had used a sword.
His fingers nearly buckled, so he poured more power into them. He locked out his back and struck to go straight through the dummy. He heard the cracking of wood and a huge crack went up the expanses of the dummy from top to bottom. His hand had gone perfectly through the wooden training dummy. He drew it and focused power into his other hand, punching above the hole with a haymaker.
The dummy split and fell the pieces flying back and tumbling. He examined his hands; though the earlier damage was still there he felt power in them. He had forced them to become harder, though how hard was something he had yet to test.
He turned and sprinted toward a large boulder, gathering energy into his hands again. His stance turned boxer immediately as he got within striking range. He jabbed out with his right and struck hard with his left cracking the stone and letting it crumble from his blows.
He approached the target and spun on his left foot freely, throwing his leg up and over on the second spin to axe kick the head of the target. When his axe kick touched down he was just turning his back to the opponent so he immediately snapped out with it and caught the target in the mid section. Forest Druid Yamcha's movements were slow and stiff but with each motion his body as starting to come out of the rigid stupor.
After the back kick connected he threw his hands to the ground and launched the unused foot into the face of the target. With a push he was off the dummy and rolling away to recover. He ran at the target leaning forward far, he stooped to the side to make as if dodging a sword swing and check the dummy hard with his elbow. Then he rose and caught it with a reverse hook and drew back his other hand.
He slammed his palm into the side of the target, imprinting it with his force as it caused him to slide back. He dashed at the target, veering far left and right as his motions blurred with amazing speed. He slid past the target low and into a blind spot as his hands planted on the ground and his foot shot up in a hook kick to the face. He used it to push off and turn him completely around and stand up to slam a round house knee into the target.
With both hands drawn back he forced Ki into his hands and slammed the target hard, his breathe coming ragged as the target snapped off the base and tumbled away. However, it still wasn't enough the target always seemed to break and limit him from continuing. He dashed after the target and somersaulted in the air, his foot flying out toward the end in a heel drop that crashed onto the fallen dummy like a hammer.
The wood caved in and split under his force as he sat, catching his breathe and thinking of what to do next. Obviously a cool down of some sort should follow; a kata would be done to cool down. He had learned this from watching many of the Namekian warriors, but apparently it had originally come from a mountainous monastery on Earth similar to the warrior monk he fought to get into the forest to get the special mineral water to save Korin’s Senzu Plant.
Gradually and slowly his stance changed, moving as slow as the little hand on a clock. His arms became cocked back for strikes, his palms facing skyward before they melded into fists and hovered not even an inch away from his ribcage on either side, just below nipple height. From here he stopped to make sure that his forearms were completely parallel, a governing point of wing Chun required that lines be straight, and angles harsh in order to create the perfect triangle that should be envisioned in a fight. His knees sank to touch together, tilting his pelvis forward to assume the position used to learn forward striking power. Poised as he was now he created an imaginary triangle with the forward edge of his triangle being his striking radius, moving lightly to the balls of his feet he set himself to feel strung like the string of a bow.
From there he continued the kata, moving slowly, mournfully almost as he taught his muscles to remember the timeless kata as if it were something his very life depended on. Slowly he extended his right hand; the punch would be called an 'arrow-punch' a straight technique that Wing Chun was based on. As it moved straight from the cocked back position into his centerline his fist turned so that his knuckles made a vertical line instead of the standard punch seen in most Japanese martial arts, the striking surface was intended to be the entire hand. Even his fist was different from most styles, as his elbow locked out and forced his fist to become the tip of the triangle he took note of his range and how any incoming attack from the centerline and over to his right could be amply blocked and deflected merely by firing off this punch as a strike to the head, ribcage or torso as he attacked the center of the body and disrupted the flow of synergy in their own stance.
Slowly, Forest Druid Yamcha retracted the punch in the same fashion that he had deployed it. Painfully, with completely tightened muscles so as to almost cause himself pain he stretched out his left fist in the same exact fashion, turning his knuckles vertical as they were pushed into his centerline and out toward his target so that the strike would fly directly from the core of a person's power, after all a strike from the centerline with a poised stance could have every muscle in the body in on the action. Yamcha had been told and had the chance to observe first hand in a martial art demonstration on earth, which proved to him how effective of a style that it actually was. However, as he moved he was free to dwell not only on the form but the doctrine of the fighting style, dogma of martial art was something that he had come to understand was more like a guideline for how to use the system. With a careful heave he finished pulling the left hand back, locking it into place where it belonged. He ran the word 'uncommitted' over in his mind a few times while he rested in stance, not daring to move while his meditation continued. The word uncommitted meant that a practitioner of Wing Chun did not leapt into his strike but rather let the bone structure of his own body do the work, pitting the elbow behind every punch so that it connected with the whole body that was in turn rooted to the ground in order to create a perfect 'rooted' structure. A rooted structure that was flexible but unyielding so that the entire body was behind each and every attack yet there was no movement that took the body off balance or out of the fighter's own realm of control, such a thing would enhance the likelihood of defending against attacks and staying in the position of the most power and speed.
During his movements he had hardly noticed that the harsher gravity of the room was all but gone, having left him like a bad dream as he forced his body to adapt and become stronger in the midst of what was happening to him. Drilling his mind with the kata would teach him how best to use the movements so that they were ingrained into his body as more than simple motions. Reactions, reflexes, and the things that his body would do on their own if he needed them to, in a pinch he would not think but he would use this classical style of wing Chun in order to truly push himself. The gravity actually helped here, his movements slower and hence more precise.
With that in mind Forest Druid Yamcha continued the form; tan sau was the next step after learning the arrow punch. He slowly and painfully brought both of his hands from their position beside his body and straightened out the fingers so that everything from the tip of his elbow to the ends of his fingers was a completely straight line. His palms then tilted slightly skyward as they came into his centerline, crossing left over right as the technique came to completion and he stopped to measure what he was teaching himself. In actuality using two hands would only be to teach the technique through self measurements of the body, his elbows themselves would be hovering out from the sides of his ribcage only slightly to create the exact measurement of a fist width. While the miniature triangle the insides of his arms created would have a different measurement technique, if you were to measure the distance between his solar plexus and the point where both of his wrists converged one would be able to place his outstretched palm snugly in between the two body structures. Yet this was only the upper version of the technique, with a snapping motion he would commit the only fast motion he had done so far and bring his crossed wrists diagonally out from his body. In effect the only thing that actually moved were his hands and forearms to locks the elbow joint out straight while still letting the elbows come up slowly until they were directly in front of the shoulders. This movement of the shoulders would allow one to check or attack with the elbow directly after intercepting a strike or having a strike of your own intercepted, once again building of the idea of feeling force and directing it away from the body with a wedge to deliver your own attack as punishment. With this motion his forearms had gone from being what one could call crossed boards to crossed blades as the natural movement of the forearm would turn, thus turning the hands and leaving them crossed on edge. This was to be an effective tool in guarding against mid attacks and striking at limbs to stun them while establishing contact that could be used for further damage. Chi Sau, sticky hands would be the core of connecting with such attacks.
The primal warrior waivered for a moment, the stress catching up to him of simply fighting and then performing in the high weight environment. With his training he was able to physically ignore any pain but that didn't mean that the damage to his body was simply gone. His bones struggled to hold his body upright still, the forceful posture was good for the alignment but even standing was a task in gravity like this. Unlike the last time when he had jogged, this going straight into combat and then cool down was taking a much larger toll. Forest Druid Yamcha paused in the form, taking several deep breaths before he found the focus and concentration to continue.
The king pulled his arms back into position, breathing heavily as sweat rolled off him from the completely strained movement of perfecting the techniques. Training with eased muscles was how you actually performed techniques but by tensing the body you could tear down the muscles at an exponentially faster rate than normal and force the limbs to remember what they were learning. He relaxed his shoulders once again, reminding himself that power came from structure and the entire body working as one. With his fists hovering at his sides, he opened his palm to the sky and slowly pushed forward while letting his palm turn so that his fingers pointed out to the side. With this attack he thrust forward with an exponential burst of power that caused the air around him to suddenly lurch forward due to the strength generated by his body. Then he turned his palm skyward at the full extension and brought his hand completely parallel to his body whilst having the arm itself remain frozen, he rotated his hand around in a complete circle to stretch the tendons and teach them what positions they were to have. Then he proceeded to slowly bring the arm back, paying for the relief that his sudden burst of power had given him. Next his other hand committed the same motion, slowly forming the palm attack and pushing it into his centerline before it inched forward to the full extension of his arm where he proceeded to stretch his tendons out in the same manner. This would not only make his hand nimble and able to form an instant grapple when he struck with an open palm but it would also allow him to feel the force of a strike and learn to redirect it when he encountered it; after all feeling was a huge part of Wing Chun as well. The art was developed alongside two brothers known as Thai Boxing and Tai Chi so it held both the powerful strikes that allowed for perfect body position and the calm flowing motions taken from the Tai Chi style of fighting that would allow one to use the other's strength against them. For the harder one fought against Wing Chun the more off balance and vulnerable to strikes they would eventually become, literally throwing themselves onto solidly rooted attacks due to the practitioner’s ability to keep their own stance and structure as perfect as possible.
He felt he could do it now, with the tensed motions of the repetitive kata that he knew so well he had finally let the effects of the gravity slide off his back like water. Indeed, the sweat of his body was symbolic with every drop being the hold that the enhanced gravity held over him. A million beads of sweat had no doubt formed and hit the floor already making him lighter by small increments with each drop of weakness and fatigue that left his body to be replaced with strength. Even though his energy was low and had been taxed the Namekian had endured this trial and would continue, albeit slowly, to complete the ceremonial kata of wing Chun.
Now the human pushed another palm strike forward but this time with his fingers pointed toward the sky, then once he had pushed the palm completely to the extension of his arm he let the technique crumble inward. His elbow tilting in, as all techniques in Wing Chun should when met with a grapple or with a force trying to drive the limb out of the centerline, his elbow moved completely into his centerline while his wrist moved up and back toward his body a few inches. The hand would go limp on top of the wrist, hanging down in front like a wet rag with the fingers curled lightly to create a cup. Forest Druid Yamcha proceeded to bring this technique in toward his body, further collapsing the technique known as Fook Sau, the controlling hand. With this technique a true master could catch a centerline strike from the opponent and trap it with the hand and arm wherein he would collapse the structure of his own attack into something incredibly springy and strong, from there the practitioner would be free to deliver another short range blow. The effects could be devastating after pulling someone to within less than a foot of you; with the short motions of Wing Chun one would truly build the power to deliver a crippling blow even in the space of a few inches. Quite suddenly he snapped his hand from the position and turned it to a blade, with the palm facing out toward the side of the body, away from his elbow so that the ridge of his hand was facing forward. He snapped the body formation forward, directly from the chest out to the full extension of his arm before collapsing it and repeating it two more times. During these motions he controlled the sudden urges to raise his shoulders and bring them in on the motion for it was only natural to try and use them for striking after having been so familiar with that method all your life, yet Wing Chun would discipline him to focus on uncommitted attacks that could not be thrown off balance by forms even as sophisticated as Aikido if you could keep your center and structure.
Forest Druid Yamcha finished the last dishrag motion and snapped his hand back to a bladed form; however he kept it close to his body this time and pushed with it directly to the side. Almost scraping his chest with the motion as his palm pushed to the edge of his shoulder as if it were deflecting an imaginary kick or punch that had strayed close to his body. With this movement one could reposition their body, pivot on the balls of their feet and even change stance while staying safe and moving closer to the opponent with devastating punches, elbows and blows. Then he repeated the motion with his other hand while the other waited in perfect cocked position, he replicated every aspect of the exercise three times before using the Pak Sau movement at the end again, all the while he concentrated on staying on the balls of his feet with his pelvis forward. Even the first stance, the simple triangle stance would keep all of the body poised and ready to move forward and strike without mercy but also without committing to a movement that would allow punishment through way of redirection. By remaining in such a balanced stance with the spine straight, an attack coming from the centerline to disrupt the opponent the practitioner of Wing Chun was guaranteed stay in his stance as long as he paid careful attention to his own structure and did not allow it to be interrupted. Being the interruption was indeed a sub art form all on its' own for to complete such a thing you would need to ensure that you kept yourself without noticeable fault and completely calm in your own designs.
Forest Druid Yamcha's arms came back to his sides again, fully cocked back while he made sure that his elbows were straight and his shoulders completely relaxed so as to keep the focal point on technique and perception. Siu Lim Tao, the first form of Wing Chun is considered the most important and critical for short range combat. He slowly moved his arms up and out from his rib cage until they came to resemble two parallel bars with the ground with one stacked on top of the other in front of his chest. With slow and painful movement he made the motion of striking with elbows to the sides but the strikes would go no further back than his shoulders so he did not over extend and allow the strike to become weak. Then following afterwards came his hands which turned on the hinges of his elbows as if rust clung to them, inching out to fully extend his arms and ingrain the body position necessary for the fully extended chop. With a deep breath he would then bring his arms back to the parallel bar position in front of him but with a different arm on top this time so that he could repeat the motion faster. This time his elbow strikes exploded outwards and were made into one motion as the chops swung free to be completely flush with the line of his shoulders which would give him an explosive attack to the sides that came directly from the center of the body to the outside target.
He moved to complete the form; having both his arms cocked back once again he did not tarry but did not rush. Still keeping his speed comparable to the short hand of a clock and his muscles tensed beyond any practical notion in order to teach himself the form quite completely. He moved both his arms with this motion, turning them to skyward palms that remained parallel to the ground as he brought them to chin height by the driving force of pushing his elbows into the centerline until on a fist width separated them from each other and from his sternum. This technique collapsed the shoulders inward making one a less bulky target while teaching the hand where to be to meet most attack and hand techniques, by pivoting on the balls of his feet to the right he could shift into a side stance. His back foot remained in the same one hundred-five degree angle it had been while the front foot assumed another one hundred-five degree angle outwards of the body, his chest and technique pointed forward to remain preserved as a complete structure as he now stood across his centerline. The motion was repeated to teach his body how to turn to the other direction and then he slowly brought himself back to the first position of having both feet angled inwards with the knees magnetized and the pelvis forward so that he created a perfect, equilateral triangle type of structure. His hand technique had not collapsed thought this entire but rather had been loosened and tightened several times to ensure that his arms would remember it through the brutal punishment he instilled in them from over tightening and slow movement. His hand then would slowly turn completely over and extend fully away from his body as if his thumbs were delivering a double eye strike on an opponent at the edge of his reach, then slowly the would move down as his palm faced the ground and became parallel to it until the technique came to bear down below his groin and in front of him. Such a thing would pin down upper body attacks and strike at an over zealous kick from an opponent, even a flying technique could be turned to the ground harshly with such a maneuver.
His arms came back to the fully cocked position and his hands turned to skyward palms, and then turned to palms that sought the ground as they both shot down at the full extension of the arm and reached their striking point well below the hip of the user. Then they circled around, scraping his body with their slow and powerful movement as he brought the backs of his hands to rest against his lower back with his palms facing directly behind him. With crushing force he delivered a fast motion instead of a steady and slow one meant for learning, he thrust his hands out and back showing a last resort technique for striking at the groin and unprotected organs of the lower abdomen as air compacted and rushed out away from him. After this technique he slowly brought himself back to the neutral position with his arms cocked back and his knees magnetized. Forest Druid Yamcha then brought himself up and out of the stance, breathing out calmly as the tension finally melted away from him in sheets. Thus ended the first form of Wing Chun that he had put much pain staking practice into; Siu Lim Tao (The Little Idea) a form that was composed of several short and powerful movements meant to be done in either full speed or the pain staking method that he had chosen. This taught the user the essence of short range combat and what positions their body should be in to most effectively meet attacks by taking the shortest line from the body to that of the opponent to deliver crushing force.
That was the end; Forest Druid Yamcha stood up out of the stance slowly and let his body actually rest. No longer able to tell the difference between one hundred times and normal gravity he had conquered this level of training quite sufficiently. The Forest Wolf Druid left the room, dragging his feet some with a need for rest and water for a good length of time before he was ready for such an ordeal again.
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Yamcha the banned- Former Member
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Self Training and protection
by Yamcha the banned 4/30/2012, 12:10 am
Yamcha was on an island in the tropic parts of planet earth, training his energy along with some other traits after he had along rest from his 100x enhanced gravity training. He really took a lot of time to relax so he decided to get back out there and practice his moves. Knowing that skills can turn to sand if not used, Yamcha was out training hard to keep himself sharp. Training Gohan would be no easy task, and he had to be strong.
“Ka…me…ha…me… HA!!” a mesmerizing blue beam of energy rides over the vast ocean, lifting the water in its path and splitting it in two.
Wolfbrother Yamcha had been trying to keep up his skill by training the Kamehameha Wave so he could build up his Ki. He had been at it for forty five minutes been successful in his attempts, each time he parted the ocean farther and farther. A drop of sweat crawls down the Druid Warriors face. Making so many energy beams was tiring, but he wouldn’t stop yet. The sand under his feet blew away, deepening the soft crater he had produced during every set. The ocean was still recovering from his recent attempt, when the next beam was launched across once again.
He gathered his energy and cupped his hands infront of him. “Ka….” He then brought his arms to his right side, his hands to his right hip. “…Me…” He then formed a ball of energy cupped into his palms. “..Ha…” The ball formed and was the size of a softball. “..Me…” The ball grew in size and now was as big as a basket ball. “HA!!!!” He screamed as he shot his arms forward, his palms open and flat facing the ocean as he fired another kamehameha wave. This ripped through the oceans and went even farther then the last kamehameha wave he launched previously.
A strand of hair danced over his face, his clothes flapped around the wind and his feet sunk deeper into the soft sand. He squint his eyes to avoid the airborne sand from getting in them and causing a disturbance. Wolfbrother Yamcha was alone in the seaside coast, practicing, perfecting. The Druid Warrior needed to improve his abilities, not just strength. After a few more attempts, Wolfbrother Yamcha was beginning to feel fatigue and decided to give it a rest for a while. He receded from his crouched position and retrieved his hands, which were cupped behind his body; the traditional position for producing and Kamehameha Wave.
He stood straight, taking a deep breath as the cratered sand was filled by incoming water which soaked his boots. The water was immediately absorbed by the sand. Wolfbrother Yamcha gazed into the horizon, catching his breath before walking out of the moist hole and laying down in a nearby patch of grass under palm trees. He was wearing his King Kai Gi, which represented his new job as Guardian of the North Quadrent. The symbol of was King Kai was emblazoned in a big insignia on the front of his Gi in a style similar to Damaio Piccolo’s Gi. His back had the mark of Kami and on his left wristband had the small insignia of Turtle on it. The right wristband had the small insignia of Wolf. His sheath was resting on the ground beside him.
Wolfbrother Yamcha stared at it for a moment, after deciding to dedicate some time to his sword training. He had barely any reason to use his sword, but he should be ready for when the time comes. The Druid Warrior unsheathed his weapon, the blade flashed in the sun light and he stared at his reflection. Wolfbrother Yamcha held his two-edged sword with both hands, his right over the left in the handle –just under the guard with space between hands. Wolfbrother Yamcha held it over his head and swung down, slicing the wind. That was only the opening; Wolfbrother Yamcha followed that swing with various thrusts while picturing an enemy in his head.
The Druid Warrior had been using the sword like any other person and changed that by embedding his chi into it, as if it were an extension of him-self. He then concentrated the energy enveloped on his blade and assaulted a tree, swinging his katana three times, aiming at a nearby palm tree. With those three strokes came three cuts which car of energy which made impact with the tree and left three slice marks. Afterwards he pushed the palm tree with his free hand and it fell over.
Suddenly, screams were heard in a nearby town. Wolfbrother Yamcha froze in his training as he heard people asking for help. The Druid Warrior grabbed his scabbard and flew out towards the village while sheathing his sword. Upon arrival, Wolfbrother Yamcha could instantly see the problem was centered on a band of weird looking aliens. It maddened Wolfbrother Yamcha how these creatures would enter Earth and cause chaos. They thought they could do whatever they wished.
“Stop right there!” he demanded, standing firm with clenched fists at his sides. The aliens paused in their tracks and gathered to face the Druid Warrior. “What do you want?” one of them said.
“Stop tormenting this village…” Wolfbrother Yamcha requested. He was very willing to let them go unharmed if they abided to his demands, but as usual, they didn’t listen.
“We’ll leave… if you can make us!” from the clique of extraterrestrials came out a purple skinned alien with black dots that spanned its body. He smirked and got into a stance.
“Fine… if that’s how you want it… I will defeat you in the Wolfbrother Yamchae of Earth’s Special Forces!” Wolfbrother Yamcha said. He felt a bit weird saying it, it sounded like something a comic hero would say, and it only confirmed it as the posse chuckled amongst themselves. But Wolfbrother Yamcha needed to pass the word, let people know that such an organization existed in the defense of Earth and that their actions wouldn’t go un-apprehended.
Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t even get into his fighting stance; he just stood there, watching his opponent. He tossed his scabbard to the ground next to him, which he had been holding. As the scabbard reached the ground, Wolfbrother Yamcha’s purple adversary charged in after him with a punch aimed at his face. Wolfbrother Yamcha was unimpressed and simply moved his head to the side, evading the attack. He then countered by sending a powerful thrust to the alien’s midsection. The creature’s eyes widened, as if almost popping out of their sockets, and saliva shot out of his mouth as he rested on the Druid Warriors fist with a grunt.
One hit, was all it took to bring the creature to total defeat. Even with the heavy weights, Wolfbrother Yamcha moved much faster than his opponent. The rest began to snarl at the Druid Warrior as their comrade fell before his feet, and immediately another charged in. The rage blinded this one, and it seemed to be just as weak as the first –if not weaker. Wolfbrother Yamcha let out a short scream as he thrusted his right hand forward in the form of a palm strike, “HA!” as his next aggressor approached, he was pushed away by an Ki wave that was launched by the Druid Warrior’s sudden surge of energy It was a very basic move, good for keep distance or repelling certain energy attacks. But it was more than enough to finish a battle quickly against weaklings. The force pushed the feinted foe under his feet onto his inbound opponent and sent them both towards the group.
Another one in the group stepped out, but this one was armed, and human. He had taken a gun from one of their victims and was now pointing it at the Druid Warrior with a wide and confident smirk on his face. They probably decided that if hand to hand combat was not enough, a gun would do the trick. All the citizens screamed and gasped and yelled, “HE HAS A GUN!”
The man laughed, “muhahaha… What’re you going do now?” he cocked the gun with his thumb and gripped the trigger, threatening to shoot. Wolfbrother Yamcha remained in a poise and calm state. He was standing sideways, looking at them from the corner of his eyes with a dull expression. The strand of hair danced slowly and discreetly in the mild wind. People were running in the background, screaming, hiding, and escaping. But Wolfbrother Yamcha just stood there… staring.
He was thinking…How pathetic… one of their own kin, a human…Wolfbrother Yamcha was disappointed by the man’s lack of honor. The man cowered and hid himself amongst the strong extraterrestrials to save his own and tormented his own planet. It truly takes all kinds of people, but Wolfbrother Yamcha hated these types. The man seemed to have lost his patience towards Wolfbrother Yamcha’s indifference and his grin soon disappeared. In its place, a snarl, “Die bitch.”
The aliens laughed at the man’s vulgar expressions as he pulled the trigger and the bullet ignited outwards at incredible speed. Poor human… unaware that the clique of extraterrestrials were laughing at his poor ways. They were using him, having some ‘fun’, mocking him. The man thought he was one of them, but in truth he was nothing but a traitor and the aliens were enjoying his primitive mentality. They stopped laughing when Wolfbrother Yamcha’s right hand moved and matched the bullets speed, catching it. It burned a little, but Wolfbrother Yamcha’s training seemed to have permitted him the ability to stop a bullet. Nobody had ever seen such a thing; or perhaps, it wasn’t his training, but his Martial Artist heritage
Wolfbrother Yamcha extended his hands opened his palm to show them the piece of metal and then dropped it to the ground. To any other human, it would’ve meant death, for the bullet would hit as soon as they heard the sound. It was as if bullets moved at the speed of sound. But Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t knowledgeable about those kinds of things. It was just a theory. Either way, Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t a normal person, he was able to see the bullets trajectory, and it even seemed as if it were moving slower than he expected. Maybe it had to do with all his weight and gravity training.
The man frowned at this and began wasting away all his ammunition as he took out a second pistol and began dual shooting with both with his flustered face. Wolfbrother Yamcha turned to face him, still with his dull expression, staring at him with his indifferent eyes. Every piece of metal that came his way, he caught it with his right hand alone. He couldn’t let any get away, even if they weren’t going to hit him, because they might hit another person whom was standing behind him.
The ammo finally ended as the man desperately continued pulling the trigger while only the clicks of the gun were heard, the sound of its empty cartridge. “DAMNIT, DIE!!!” he roared, still vainly pulling the trigger as if they were going to magically shoot an extra bullet. He was in panic. He couldn’t comprehend how such a phenomenon existed. Wolfbrother Yamcha let all the bullets he had caught fall to the ground below him, keeping company to the first and single bullet which was lying alone on the dusty ground.
The man dropped the pistols to the ground and began to shake. He then grinned as he realized he was still hanging with his posse. But they didn’t hesitate to kill the man. He was no longer producing joy and thrill for them, and so they disposed of him like a worn out toy. Wolfbrother Yamcha frowned at their actions, but remained in his same spot. One of the aliens walked out. The human was lying lifelessly on the ground beside it.
“I will be your opponent now.” He said. His voice sounded masculine so Wolfbrother Yamcha assumed it was male. The alien was slick and defined. He was about Wolfbrother Yamcha’s size and was wearing battling armor similar to a saiyan’s. Wolfbrother Yamcha remained still, his opponent’s power level was another of weak stature and he didn’t feel the need defend himself, Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t realize it, but he was actually showing arrogance. Perhaps, it was the effect of facing an adversary he had no respect towards. He wouldn’t show such behavior to someone who knew; definitely not Khaos or Al. Yes, there was an ego within Wolfbrother Yamcha that he had yet to discover. Maybe it was a result from his sudden boost of power, but although he only demonstrated it to his enemies, it was still there.
This arrogance didn’t take too long before immediately stabbing him in the back. The red alien smirked as he suddenly faded from his position, which left Wolfbrother Yamcha surprised. Moments later, the extraterrestrials fist was pressed against Wolfbrother Yamcha’s un tightened abdomen and winded the Druid Warrior. The alien wasn’t so powerful, but it was still enough to cause serious damage to his solar plexus, the center of all his nerves. Wolfbrother Yamcha’s poised and indifferent stare quickly changed into one of pain and confusion. The alien was low and looking up with the same grin. His smirk then widened as he continued to display his superior speed and rotated around the Druid Warrior, punching and kicking all around his body.
The first strike to the solar plexus had momentarily weakened Wolfbrother Yamcha and he was unable to keep himself from tumbling where ever his opponent’s hit made him. Still recovering, the Druid Warrior’s upper body shifted up, down, back and forth, as his adversary orbited around his body at super speed, which Wolfbrother Yamcha was unable to see. He’s uppercut the Druid Warrior’s chin, disappear and roundhouse kick him in the face, disappear once more and punch him in the midsection once more to keep him paralyzed, strike him in the back to straighten his body and send a left hook to his face. The alien did all sorts of maneuvers, only striking his upper-body while Wolfbrother Yamcha’s legs remained planted on the same spot. They weren’t as painful as it would have been if it were Zach, but none the less, it was painful enough and extremely fast.
How would you defeat someone who is way too fast for you? Their punches are probably weaker, but the numbers stack up and little by little begin to deplete your health while the other is perfectly intact. Wolfbrother Yamcha knew that he only need one or two hits to take out his opponent, but every attempt he made was dodged and counterattacked without time to spare. He almost hit his opponent once, which shook the alien up a bit. It was only luck though. This caused the alien to become more wary and made his maneuvers more complex. He would distance himself at times and strike down from different angles, disappear and charge from another angle and so on.
The rest of the aliens laughed as the Druid Warrior was being ridiculed. To them, Wolfbrother Yamcha was a buff and slow opponent who moved way too slow to actually cause any damage. Only if Wolfbrother Yamcha could speed up, he would end it in a flinch.
The aliens ceased from laughing any further as Wolfbrother Yamcha was suddenly engulfed by a scarlet aura, which also made his opponent stop and look. This implied they were capable of sensing energy for they noticed the dramatic power boost, but as Wolfbrother Yamcha charged in with threefold his speed, his opponent was still a bit faster and faded, striking Wolfbrother Yamcha in the back. His aura immediately dispersed. The Druid Warrior’s eyes widened and he dropped to his knees in pain. His back side strung like never before, he had never been hit while using his Kaioken. It seemed that the move didn’t only increase his power threefold, but it also made him more sensible to attacks, without mentioning he gets closer to fatigue with every use.
Yes, the Kaioken had increased his speed quite enough, maybe enough to match his opponent’s speed. But the alien was still a ways faster and he wasn’t getting tired any time soon. The red alien smirked, feeling proud of his superior speed. The shock quickly ceased and the band of extraterrestrials began to chuckle amongst each other once more. Wolfbrother Yamcha was beginning to feel furious. He needed to find a way to increase his speed without using the Kaioken, it would just tire him too much.
The aggressor soon engaged in his barrages once again.Damnit! I need to do something!the Druid Warrior scolded himself as the alien continued with his upper-cuts, roundhouse kicks, punches, and all sorts of attacks from every angle imaginable. But to a third party, whom was watching, they’d only see a faded red object blurring around the Druid Warrior, whom was showing signs of pain.
After a few moments of this, the red alien finally stopped and stood in front on Wolfbrother Yamcha, about five feet away. “It’s over,” said the extraterrestrial as he charged in for the final blow. Wolfbrother Yamcha braced himself and his body faded just before the alien reached him, missing. The alien wasn’t the only one perplexed by what had happened. Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t sure himself what he did. It appeared as if he had performed the Zanzoken, but he needed to move very fast for such a technique to work on someone of this caliber.
The alien shrugged it off and wrote it off as a lucky dodge. As Wolfbrother Yamcha’s adversary moved in once again, the Druid Warrior shifted into a forward stance with both hands cocked back into a fist. He relied on the feeling he had when performing whatever it was he did and let his body’s memory do the work. He faded once again, appearing beside the alien as its right punch was airborne next to Wolfbrother Yamcha. The Druid Warrior grabbed its thrust with his left hand, his left leg in-front of his body and his right behind it, in a way that he was facing the arm of his opponent, which was gripped by the wrist. He then proceeded by adding his right hand to the grapple and twisted it upward and to the left and his body shifted to the latter, his right leg sliding to the right.
The alien gestured for a counter, but Wolfbrother Yamcha added pressure to its twisted wrist and the extraterrestrial yelled out in pain. He was trapped under Wolfbrother Yamcha’s mercy and he would no longer be able to move away. His crew was standing silently, unable to comprehend what had happened. But Wolfbrother Yamcha paid attention the second time he did it. Apparently, he instinctively used his energy as a boost while he pushed himself away from his former location. It was a small amount of energy that was pulsed outward from the stem of his feet.
The Druid Warrior smirked, “Now I’ve got you…” He slid his left hand over his opponents should while moving his arm to the right, still gripping the alien’s wrist with his right hand and pushed down as he moved his left leg behind his opponent’s right leg and bent both into a crouched position while pushing down on his shoulder and pulling up on his twisted wrist. The result was a captured opponent, unable to do anything with the fear of losing his arm to the Druid Warrior. The alien’s upper body was forced downward, facing the ground.
Wolfbrother Yamcha, maintaining the grapple, slid his right leg 180 degrees to the left in a circular motion, forcing his opponent to make the same turn to keep his arm from harm and ended up lying down on the ground. The Druid Warrior stilled gripping his arm in the same way. But Wolfbrother Yamcha did this without thinking up a plan and realized his adversary was now in the proper position for execution or losing one of his limbs. Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t have the heart to do such a thing, but he couldn’t just let go. The red alien would just get back up and attack. Wolfbrother Yamcha improvised and released his aggressors shoulder, still holding onto the wrist and thrust at the back of his neck with his free left hand: open-palm, closed fingers.
His opponent was out cold and the group was shaking. Apparently that was their best bet. Wolfbrother Yamcha let go of the unconscious alien’s wrist and moved away. “Take him and go before I change my mind…”
Soon after the extraterrestrials had evacuated and Wolfbrother Yamcha made sure their power signatures were out of the earth’s gravity field. The town which was being tormented cheered; although some were disappointed Wolfbrother Yamcha decided to let them free. Wolfbrother Yamcha explained that this way, they’d pass the word to their friends and cause fear –preventing future gangs of aliens. But perhaps, this would only attract more attention…
The town insisted on giving the Druid Warrior a reward, even though he initially refused. But they just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Action being his only reward he earned, he spoke to them sternly. “Just start a kung-fu school in this town, or make friends with the local police. Either way, I’m not accepting your money.”
He then cleared his throat and continued. “I am a Druid Warrior of the North God.” He announced, pointing at the insignia on the front of his gi“I am also trained in turtle stance by the Turtle Hermit Roshi.” He reported, pointing at the insignia on his left wristband.
He then continued. “I am also Zen Master of the Wolf stance.” He now pointed on the insignia on his right wristband. “Maybe you could ask Capsule Corps to send you some guardian androids to better protect the city if your afraid to take the steps yourself”
He then pressed a button on his scouter, looking to detect any more aliens that would be close by. He then smirked as the scanning of fighting powers of abnormal activities turned up nothing. “Nothing to worry about, there are no more aliens here.”
He then gathered his energy and a emerald green aura appeared about his body. Then the brown tanned skinned warrior with long black hair down his back, shot of into the sky. Deciding to see if he could get more Druid training with Lord Kami and Mr. Popo, he flew at full speed towards the lookout.
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“Ka…me…ha…me… HA!!” a mesmerizing blue beam of energy rides over the vast ocean, lifting the water in its path and splitting it in two.
Wolfbrother Yamcha had been trying to keep up his skill by training the Kamehameha Wave so he could build up his Ki. He had been at it for forty five minutes been successful in his attempts, each time he parted the ocean farther and farther. A drop of sweat crawls down the Druid Warriors face. Making so many energy beams was tiring, but he wouldn’t stop yet. The sand under his feet blew away, deepening the soft crater he had produced during every set. The ocean was still recovering from his recent attempt, when the next beam was launched across once again.
He gathered his energy and cupped his hands infront of him. “Ka….” He then brought his arms to his right side, his hands to his right hip. “…Me…” He then formed a ball of energy cupped into his palms. “..Ha…” The ball formed and was the size of a softball. “..Me…” The ball grew in size and now was as big as a basket ball. “HA!!!!” He screamed as he shot his arms forward, his palms open and flat facing the ocean as he fired another kamehameha wave. This ripped through the oceans and went even farther then the last kamehameha wave he launched previously.
A strand of hair danced over his face, his clothes flapped around the wind and his feet sunk deeper into the soft sand. He squint his eyes to avoid the airborne sand from getting in them and causing a disturbance. Wolfbrother Yamcha was alone in the seaside coast, practicing, perfecting. The Druid Warrior needed to improve his abilities, not just strength. After a few more attempts, Wolfbrother Yamcha was beginning to feel fatigue and decided to give it a rest for a while. He receded from his crouched position and retrieved his hands, which were cupped behind his body; the traditional position for producing and Kamehameha Wave.
He stood straight, taking a deep breath as the cratered sand was filled by incoming water which soaked his boots. The water was immediately absorbed by the sand. Wolfbrother Yamcha gazed into the horizon, catching his breath before walking out of the moist hole and laying down in a nearby patch of grass under palm trees. He was wearing his King Kai Gi, which represented his new job as Guardian of the North Quadrent. The symbol of was King Kai was emblazoned in a big insignia on the front of his Gi in a style similar to Damaio Piccolo’s Gi. His back had the mark of Kami and on his left wristband had the small insignia of Turtle on it. The right wristband had the small insignia of Wolf. His sheath was resting on the ground beside him.
Wolfbrother Yamcha stared at it for a moment, after deciding to dedicate some time to his sword training. He had barely any reason to use his sword, but he should be ready for when the time comes. The Druid Warrior unsheathed his weapon, the blade flashed in the sun light and he stared at his reflection. Wolfbrother Yamcha held his two-edged sword with both hands, his right over the left in the handle –just under the guard with space between hands. Wolfbrother Yamcha held it over his head and swung down, slicing the wind. That was only the opening; Wolfbrother Yamcha followed that swing with various thrusts while picturing an enemy in his head.
The Druid Warrior had been using the sword like any other person and changed that by embedding his chi into it, as if it were an extension of him-self. He then concentrated the energy enveloped on his blade and assaulted a tree, swinging his katana three times, aiming at a nearby palm tree. With those three strokes came three cuts which car of energy which made impact with the tree and left three slice marks. Afterwards he pushed the palm tree with his free hand and it fell over.
Suddenly, screams were heard in a nearby town. Wolfbrother Yamcha froze in his training as he heard people asking for help. The Druid Warrior grabbed his scabbard and flew out towards the village while sheathing his sword. Upon arrival, Wolfbrother Yamcha could instantly see the problem was centered on a band of weird looking aliens. It maddened Wolfbrother Yamcha how these creatures would enter Earth and cause chaos. They thought they could do whatever they wished.
“Stop right there!” he demanded, standing firm with clenched fists at his sides. The aliens paused in their tracks and gathered to face the Druid Warrior. “What do you want?” one of them said.
“Stop tormenting this village…” Wolfbrother Yamcha requested. He was very willing to let them go unharmed if they abided to his demands, but as usual, they didn’t listen.
“We’ll leave… if you can make us!” from the clique of extraterrestrials came out a purple skinned alien with black dots that spanned its body. He smirked and got into a stance.
“Fine… if that’s how you want it… I will defeat you in the Wolfbrother Yamchae of Earth’s Special Forces!” Wolfbrother Yamcha said. He felt a bit weird saying it, it sounded like something a comic hero would say, and it only confirmed it as the posse chuckled amongst themselves. But Wolfbrother Yamcha needed to pass the word, let people know that such an organization existed in the defense of Earth and that their actions wouldn’t go un-apprehended.
Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t even get into his fighting stance; he just stood there, watching his opponent. He tossed his scabbard to the ground next to him, which he had been holding. As the scabbard reached the ground, Wolfbrother Yamcha’s purple adversary charged in after him with a punch aimed at his face. Wolfbrother Yamcha was unimpressed and simply moved his head to the side, evading the attack. He then countered by sending a powerful thrust to the alien’s midsection. The creature’s eyes widened, as if almost popping out of their sockets, and saliva shot out of his mouth as he rested on the Druid Warriors fist with a grunt.
One hit, was all it took to bring the creature to total defeat. Even with the heavy weights, Wolfbrother Yamcha moved much faster than his opponent. The rest began to snarl at the Druid Warrior as their comrade fell before his feet, and immediately another charged in. The rage blinded this one, and it seemed to be just as weak as the first –if not weaker. Wolfbrother Yamcha let out a short scream as he thrusted his right hand forward in the form of a palm strike, “HA!” as his next aggressor approached, he was pushed away by an Ki wave that was launched by the Druid Warrior’s sudden surge of energy It was a very basic move, good for keep distance or repelling certain energy attacks. But it was more than enough to finish a battle quickly against weaklings. The force pushed the feinted foe under his feet onto his inbound opponent and sent them both towards the group.
Another one in the group stepped out, but this one was armed, and human. He had taken a gun from one of their victims and was now pointing it at the Druid Warrior with a wide and confident smirk on his face. They probably decided that if hand to hand combat was not enough, a gun would do the trick. All the citizens screamed and gasped and yelled, “HE HAS A GUN!”
The man laughed, “muhahaha… What’re you going do now?” he cocked the gun with his thumb and gripped the trigger, threatening to shoot. Wolfbrother Yamcha remained in a poise and calm state. He was standing sideways, looking at them from the corner of his eyes with a dull expression. The strand of hair danced slowly and discreetly in the mild wind. People were running in the background, screaming, hiding, and escaping. But Wolfbrother Yamcha just stood there… staring.
He was thinking…How pathetic… one of their own kin, a human…Wolfbrother Yamcha was disappointed by the man’s lack of honor. The man cowered and hid himself amongst the strong extraterrestrials to save his own and tormented his own planet. It truly takes all kinds of people, but Wolfbrother Yamcha hated these types. The man seemed to have lost his patience towards Wolfbrother Yamcha’s indifference and his grin soon disappeared. In its place, a snarl, “Die bitch.”
The aliens laughed at the man’s vulgar expressions as he pulled the trigger and the bullet ignited outwards at incredible speed. Poor human… unaware that the clique of extraterrestrials were laughing at his poor ways. They were using him, having some ‘fun’, mocking him. The man thought he was one of them, but in truth he was nothing but a traitor and the aliens were enjoying his primitive mentality. They stopped laughing when Wolfbrother Yamcha’s right hand moved and matched the bullets speed, catching it. It burned a little, but Wolfbrother Yamcha’s training seemed to have permitted him the ability to stop a bullet. Nobody had ever seen such a thing; or perhaps, it wasn’t his training, but his Martial Artist heritage
Wolfbrother Yamcha extended his hands opened his palm to show them the piece of metal and then dropped it to the ground. To any other human, it would’ve meant death, for the bullet would hit as soon as they heard the sound. It was as if bullets moved at the speed of sound. But Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t knowledgeable about those kinds of things. It was just a theory. Either way, Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t a normal person, he was able to see the bullets trajectory, and it even seemed as if it were moving slower than he expected. Maybe it had to do with all his weight and gravity training.
The man frowned at this and began wasting away all his ammunition as he took out a second pistol and began dual shooting with both with his flustered face. Wolfbrother Yamcha turned to face him, still with his dull expression, staring at him with his indifferent eyes. Every piece of metal that came his way, he caught it with his right hand alone. He couldn’t let any get away, even if they weren’t going to hit him, because they might hit another person whom was standing behind him.
The ammo finally ended as the man desperately continued pulling the trigger while only the clicks of the gun were heard, the sound of its empty cartridge. “DAMNIT, DIE!!!” he roared, still vainly pulling the trigger as if they were going to magically shoot an extra bullet. He was in panic. He couldn’t comprehend how such a phenomenon existed. Wolfbrother Yamcha let all the bullets he had caught fall to the ground below him, keeping company to the first and single bullet which was lying alone on the dusty ground.
The man dropped the pistols to the ground and began to shake. He then grinned as he realized he was still hanging with his posse. But they didn’t hesitate to kill the man. He was no longer producing joy and thrill for them, and so they disposed of him like a worn out toy. Wolfbrother Yamcha frowned at their actions, but remained in his same spot. One of the aliens walked out. The human was lying lifelessly on the ground beside it.
“I will be your opponent now.” He said. His voice sounded masculine so Wolfbrother Yamcha assumed it was male. The alien was slick and defined. He was about Wolfbrother Yamcha’s size and was wearing battling armor similar to a saiyan’s. Wolfbrother Yamcha remained still, his opponent’s power level was another of weak stature and he didn’t feel the need defend himself, Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t realize it, but he was actually showing arrogance. Perhaps, it was the effect of facing an adversary he had no respect towards. He wouldn’t show such behavior to someone who knew; definitely not Khaos or Al. Yes, there was an ego within Wolfbrother Yamcha that he had yet to discover. Maybe it was a result from his sudden boost of power, but although he only demonstrated it to his enemies, it was still there.
This arrogance didn’t take too long before immediately stabbing him in the back. The red alien smirked as he suddenly faded from his position, which left Wolfbrother Yamcha surprised. Moments later, the extraterrestrials fist was pressed against Wolfbrother Yamcha’s un tightened abdomen and winded the Druid Warrior. The alien wasn’t so powerful, but it was still enough to cause serious damage to his solar plexus, the center of all his nerves. Wolfbrother Yamcha’s poised and indifferent stare quickly changed into one of pain and confusion. The alien was low and looking up with the same grin. His smirk then widened as he continued to display his superior speed and rotated around the Druid Warrior, punching and kicking all around his body.
The first strike to the solar plexus had momentarily weakened Wolfbrother Yamcha and he was unable to keep himself from tumbling where ever his opponent’s hit made him. Still recovering, the Druid Warrior’s upper body shifted up, down, back and forth, as his adversary orbited around his body at super speed, which Wolfbrother Yamcha was unable to see. He’s uppercut the Druid Warrior’s chin, disappear and roundhouse kick him in the face, disappear once more and punch him in the midsection once more to keep him paralyzed, strike him in the back to straighten his body and send a left hook to his face. The alien did all sorts of maneuvers, only striking his upper-body while Wolfbrother Yamcha’s legs remained planted on the same spot. They weren’t as painful as it would have been if it were Zach, but none the less, it was painful enough and extremely fast.
How would you defeat someone who is way too fast for you? Their punches are probably weaker, but the numbers stack up and little by little begin to deplete your health while the other is perfectly intact. Wolfbrother Yamcha knew that he only need one or two hits to take out his opponent, but every attempt he made was dodged and counterattacked without time to spare. He almost hit his opponent once, which shook the alien up a bit. It was only luck though. This caused the alien to become more wary and made his maneuvers more complex. He would distance himself at times and strike down from different angles, disappear and charge from another angle and so on.
The rest of the aliens laughed as the Druid Warrior was being ridiculed. To them, Wolfbrother Yamcha was a buff and slow opponent who moved way too slow to actually cause any damage. Only if Wolfbrother Yamcha could speed up, he would end it in a flinch.
The aliens ceased from laughing any further as Wolfbrother Yamcha was suddenly engulfed by a scarlet aura, which also made his opponent stop and look. This implied they were capable of sensing energy for they noticed the dramatic power boost, but as Wolfbrother Yamcha charged in with threefold his speed, his opponent was still a bit faster and faded, striking Wolfbrother Yamcha in the back. His aura immediately dispersed. The Druid Warrior’s eyes widened and he dropped to his knees in pain. His back side strung like never before, he had never been hit while using his Kaioken. It seemed that the move didn’t only increase his power threefold, but it also made him more sensible to attacks, without mentioning he gets closer to fatigue with every use.
Yes, the Kaioken had increased his speed quite enough, maybe enough to match his opponent’s speed. But the alien was still a ways faster and he wasn’t getting tired any time soon. The red alien smirked, feeling proud of his superior speed. The shock quickly ceased and the band of extraterrestrials began to chuckle amongst each other once more. Wolfbrother Yamcha was beginning to feel furious. He needed to find a way to increase his speed without using the Kaioken, it would just tire him too much.
The aggressor soon engaged in his barrages once again.Damnit! I need to do something!the Druid Warrior scolded himself as the alien continued with his upper-cuts, roundhouse kicks, punches, and all sorts of attacks from every angle imaginable. But to a third party, whom was watching, they’d only see a faded red object blurring around the Druid Warrior, whom was showing signs of pain.
After a few moments of this, the red alien finally stopped and stood in front on Wolfbrother Yamcha, about five feet away. “It’s over,” said the extraterrestrial as he charged in for the final blow. Wolfbrother Yamcha braced himself and his body faded just before the alien reached him, missing. The alien wasn’t the only one perplexed by what had happened. Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t sure himself what he did. It appeared as if he had performed the Zanzoken, but he needed to move very fast for such a technique to work on someone of this caliber.
The alien shrugged it off and wrote it off as a lucky dodge. As Wolfbrother Yamcha’s adversary moved in once again, the Druid Warrior shifted into a forward stance with both hands cocked back into a fist. He relied on the feeling he had when performing whatever it was he did and let his body’s memory do the work. He faded once again, appearing beside the alien as its right punch was airborne next to Wolfbrother Yamcha. The Druid Warrior grabbed its thrust with his left hand, his left leg in-front of his body and his right behind it, in a way that he was facing the arm of his opponent, which was gripped by the wrist. He then proceeded by adding his right hand to the grapple and twisted it upward and to the left and his body shifted to the latter, his right leg sliding to the right.
The alien gestured for a counter, but Wolfbrother Yamcha added pressure to its twisted wrist and the extraterrestrial yelled out in pain. He was trapped under Wolfbrother Yamcha’s mercy and he would no longer be able to move away. His crew was standing silently, unable to comprehend what had happened. But Wolfbrother Yamcha paid attention the second time he did it. Apparently, he instinctively used his energy as a boost while he pushed himself away from his former location. It was a small amount of energy that was pulsed outward from the stem of his feet.
The Druid Warrior smirked, “Now I’ve got you…” He slid his left hand over his opponents should while moving his arm to the right, still gripping the alien’s wrist with his right hand and pushed down as he moved his left leg behind his opponent’s right leg and bent both into a crouched position while pushing down on his shoulder and pulling up on his twisted wrist. The result was a captured opponent, unable to do anything with the fear of losing his arm to the Druid Warrior. The alien’s upper body was forced downward, facing the ground.
Wolfbrother Yamcha, maintaining the grapple, slid his right leg 180 degrees to the left in a circular motion, forcing his opponent to make the same turn to keep his arm from harm and ended up lying down on the ground. The Druid Warrior stilled gripping his arm in the same way. But Wolfbrother Yamcha did this without thinking up a plan and realized his adversary was now in the proper position for execution or losing one of his limbs. Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t have the heart to do such a thing, but he couldn’t just let go. The red alien would just get back up and attack. Wolfbrother Yamcha improvised and released his aggressors shoulder, still holding onto the wrist and thrust at the back of his neck with his free left hand: open-palm, closed fingers.
His opponent was out cold and the group was shaking. Apparently that was their best bet. Wolfbrother Yamcha let go of the unconscious alien’s wrist and moved away. “Take him and go before I change my mind…”
Soon after the extraterrestrials had evacuated and Wolfbrother Yamcha made sure their power signatures were out of the earth’s gravity field. The town which was being tormented cheered; although some were disappointed Wolfbrother Yamcha decided to let them free. Wolfbrother Yamcha explained that this way, they’d pass the word to their friends and cause fear –preventing future gangs of aliens. But perhaps, this would only attract more attention…
The town insisted on giving the Druid Warrior a reward, even though he initially refused. But they just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Action being his only reward he earned, he spoke to them sternly. “Just start a kung-fu school in this town, or make friends with the local police. Either way, I’m not accepting your money.”
He then cleared his throat and continued. “I am a Druid Warrior of the North God.” He announced, pointing at the insignia on the front of his gi“I am also trained in turtle stance by the Turtle Hermit Roshi.” He reported, pointing at the insignia on his left wristband.
He then continued. “I am also Zen Master of the Wolf stance.” He now pointed on the insignia on his right wristband. “Maybe you could ask Capsule Corps to send you some guardian androids to better protect the city if your afraid to take the steps yourself”
He then pressed a button on his scouter, looking to detect any more aliens that would be close by. He then smirked as the scanning of fighting powers of abnormal activities turned up nothing. “Nothing to worry about, there are no more aliens here.”
He then gathered his energy and a emerald green aura appeared about his body. Then the brown tanned skinned warrior with long black hair down his back, shot of into the sky. Deciding to see if he could get more Druid training with Lord Kami and Mr. Popo, he flew at full speed towards the lookout.
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Hell's Gauntlet, A request to Kami
by Yamcha the banned 4/30/2012, 12:12 am
Yamcha the Forest Druid Warrior of the North finally landed on Kami’s Lookout, dispelling his emerald green aura. He then saw Mr. Popo watering the flowers as usual. Yamcha then spoke politely. “Mr. Popo my good friend, Where is Lord Kami? I have a training session suggestion.”
Mr. Popo smiled. “So you wish to train tonight? Alright. Lord Kami is in the throne room of his palace. I’ll escort you.” And with that, Mr. Popo escorted Yamcha inside to see Lord Kami.
As they entered the Throne Room, Lord Kami was sitting on his throne with his eyes open, staring at a spot on the wall. Mr. Popo announced. “Lord Kami. Sorry to disturb you but Young Druid Yamcha would like to have a word with you.”
Lord Kami, the Guardian of Earth looked at Yamcha and spoke with great wisdom. “Even when we said your training was complete, you have come for more training….well you must know that the demon king is coming to earth from the deupts of the other world. And I will tell you how he is being released.”
Lord Kami stood to his feet, holding his guardian staff and continued to speak. “Well when Broly was used to kill Bardock, his soul was used as a key to unlock the seal set for the true demon king. He’s quite skilled, regardless of how strong he is and very dangerous.”
Forest Druid Yamcha spoke. “Well then, I’m going to have to go to a place which he calls home. I take it he was sealed with demons…well have the pendulum room send me to where the demons call home so I can train off of them and have a better understanding about what I’m up against.”
Lord Kami smiled, “A wise choice Yamcha, very well.” He then looked at the black skinned genie. “Mr. Popo. Take our young forest druid to the pendulum room as I set it to the demon realm of hell where the demon king used to reside.”
Mr. Popo and Yamcha bowed and went to the pendulum room, leaving Kami in the throne room. They went down a flight of stairs and finally reached the mind and spirit room. As Mr. Popo opened the door, Yamcha went inside and once fully inside; the door closed behind him.
Within moments his mind was pulled out of his body and the surrounding changed dramastically.
Yamcha looked around in the newly found demon plane. He noticed that surrounding his every person were demons, banchees, orcs, trolls, goblins, dark elves…you name it. If it was dark it was down in this plane. He thought that the people in this demonic dimension would be stronger than the people that he fought while he was alive. Then again if they were stronger than the people that were alive why were they dead?
He shrugged it off and went to look for a challenge. Hell was a big place. The area looked the same, all of it. Yamcha started to get bored flying around and doing nothing. He flew around for a bit more then he stopped.
He saw a sort of arena going on in hell. There was a ring with two competitors fighting inside while there were screaming fans all around them holding zeni and yelling out the names of their favourite fighter.
He decided that he would check it out. He flew down to the battle site. There was a notice board outside and on it there was a notice.
Come one come all to the grandest fighting arena in all of hell.
We have the greatest fighters in all of hell in this one arena.
We have 1 on 1, 2 on 1, 2 on 2, and battle royals. Come now quickly to enter or just to watch. If you want to bet please come to the betting office next to the arena.
Small print
And damage, blindness, deafness, missing limbs or any other injuries cannot be held against us in any way.
For more information please call: 0800 your hell.
Yamcha had heard enough. He was ready to fight and was all excited. He walked over to the check in station so he could register. He would first fight a 1 on 1 then another 1 on 1
The first man he would fight was not a man. She was a female. He had never hit a girl in his life. She looked to be somewhat humanoid but she had dark hair and pointy ears. Was she a different race then human? Her name was Kiki. She looked just as eager to fight as he was so he assumed that she was a demi humanoid. Sensing her spiritual pressure and wanting to make the most out of his training, he suppressed to twenty five percent of his true base power.
A roof went over the arena lights turned on. Everyone went silent as a man on a pedestal come out of the ground next to the ring.
Are you ready to see these 2 battle it out to the end?
In the left corner we have a Newcommer. He is a human druid warrior and loves to fight.
And in the right corner we have a recident of the demon plane. A warrior dark elf. She is from earth originally but she loves to fight just as much as a saiyan.
Ready…
Set…
Fight!!!
They were off. She charged her opponent at incredible speed. They exchanged blows at an incredible rate. The fans were yelling and screaming and some were even throwing their zeni at them.
Yamcha had not had this much fun in a while. She was fun but her strength was nothing to take mention off. He kicked her in the face and she kicked him back. When your dead attacks do less damage so this battle would last a while.
Then she stopped. Yamcha thought that he had victory. Then she rose up into the sky and started to charge up her Ki. She then fired a massive blast of Ki down at Yamcha. He turned and just started it down. He did not have enough time to move and instead put his arms in a cross around his chest.
The people in the arena cheered louder as Yamcha lay their without moving, his arms in a ‘X’ across his torso still blocking.
The announcer spoke. “Wow, Kiki and Yamcha trade blows but stop for a breather! Then Kiki flies up and fires a massive blast that has Yamcha still blocking on the ground! What a breath taking development. I think Yamcha bit off more then he can chew!”
Now Yamcha began to get up, slowly but surely making it back to his feet. There was a SHITLOAD of ki in that blast, she has a lot of energy, but she had to sacrifice some attributes for that much ki He thought to himself, now standing.
He smirked and then got back into a balanced fighting stance. He then thrusted his right arm fully forward with his palm facing her and launched a Ki wave of his own which she slapped away with her right hand. As she slapped the ki wave away, Yamcha used enhanced movements to get to the left flank and proceeded to launch a speedy barrage of 5 punches to her left arm in hopes of causing it to feel heavy.
The announcer roars “Yamcha fires a ki wave of her own against Kiki! Kiki deflects it but Yamcha’s speed causes him to get to the left flank and launch some fast punches on the Dark Elf!”
Kiko, too busy with the ki wave got hit and launched a left sidekick to Yamcha’s gut which went through his after image. Kiko, not knowing where Yamcha had gone, grabbed her left arm in pain.
The announcer shouts. “Kiki goes for an attack but just hits air! What a match!”
It was time to finish this. He cupped his hands together as he was behind the dark elf and thrusted his arms fully forward, launching a normal kamehameha wave which she blocked by putting up a green barrier at point blank range. Yamcha took a few steps back and decided that now was the time to strike back,
The announcer screams. “Yamcha performs what is known as the Turtle style wave effortlessly and Kiki blocks with barrier! What a defensive strategy!”
The dark elf Kiki turned around and started moving her arms at the same speed as a machine gun, launching fast jabs that Yamcha was blocking against. For some reason, Yamcha was able to stand and take the onslaught of punches while in his turtle defensive stance. As he saw an opening he countered by slapping the right wrist of Kiki with his left hand and drilled a hard kick to her collar bone.
The announcer howls once more. “Kiki’s on the offensive! Yamcha’s acting like a goalie, not letting her get the puck into the net! Wait a sec, Yamcha finds a opening and counter attacks!”
This pushed Kiki back and caused her to land skidding across the ground on one knee. This dark elf was hurt…she coulden’t take much more damage. She then coughed up blood and forfeited the match.
The announcer spoke. “And…it looks like Kiki has forfeited the match…which makes Yamcha our winner! Congratulations Now for the next fight.”
The announcer cleared his throat. “Now this North God representer will face off against a Green Goblin!”
Are you ready to see these 1 battle it out to the end?
In the left corner we have a Newcommer. He is a human druid warrior and has won his first fight here.
And in the right corner we have a resident of the demon plane. A green goblin who has skills similar to a namekian. He is the leader of one of the Goblin Fractions down here. Lets here it for, Tengu!
Ready…
Set…
Fight!!!
The horn sounded and both Tengu and Yamcha shot forward. They started off throwng shots at each other, blocking each others shots like it was another walk in the park. Then they both saw an opening and the two rushed forward, hitting each other square in the face. The blow was so powerful, it sent both warriors flying backwards, skidding on the floor.
The announcer roared. “It’s looks like they are evenly matched! Both fighters are able to block and attack each other without worry of damage. Wow! Both warriors rushed forward to hit each other and both got sent flying back! This could be anyone’s victory! Keep watching!”
Yamcha gathered himself and adopted the wolf stance. As Tengu turned around, all he could see was a blue wolf running towards him then jumping up flying straight at him. What looked like a blue wolf attacking with his front paws was really Yamcha flying forward with an assault of quick jabs. Tengu blocked the best he could. What felt like a wolf biting each shoulder blade was Yamcha’s hand grabbing the shoulder blades and flipping over him while holding them so he could flip the green goblin.
The announcer roared in shock. “And what looks like a blue wolf seems to be assaulting Tengu! He’s putting up a good defense though! Now it looks like two wolfs are biting his shoulder blades. And there’s Yamcha, He flipped him in the air! Now it’s really going to turn around!”
Yamcha, now looking up while on his feet, gripped his right wrist with his left hand and gathered spiritual energy. Since he trained all of his techniques to the maximum he could, within a short instance a spirit ball was made. He then hurled it up towards Tengu and had it explode on his spine. The green goblin lord Tengu then screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. Yamcha then put his hands infront of his chest in the form of a triangle and without charging, discharged a hot wave of energy call tri beam at the falling goblin. It hit and now the goblin was falling on the ground maimed.
The announcer shouted. “Yamcha does a technique where spiritual energy is gathered and launches the ball at Tengu. Now stunned, he launched another high spiritual attack…which maimed the goblin! It looks like this will be the shortest match in history.”
The goblin Tengu landed on the ground. He was missing an arm and his legs were numb. Suddenly Yamcha sensed a power spike coming from Tengu. The goblin Tengu used regeneration to grow back his maimed limb as well as immortality to save himself from being completely depleted of energy. He then got back up and smirked, Looking more demonic then goblin.
The announcer spoke. “Oh no, looks like Tengu used regeneration and his demonic skill to get back into the fight! If Yamcha hopes to win this, he’s gonna have to bring something more to the table.”
Yamcha sensed the strong energy coming from the demonic goblin. He then braced himself and yelled. “HAAAA!!!” As he powered up, a emerald green aura coming about his body. His powerlevel rising as he unsuppressed himself, knowing that this was going to be one of his harder fights in the match. He screamed out, his power rising and his hair lifting up from the release of said energy. His gi fluttered in the wind of his energy pushing out. After this was over, he had his emerald green aura about his body and looked serious. “I’m done holding back…now I’m going to fight normal.”
The announcer after seeing Yamcha un-suppress himself had this to say. “Well ladies and gentlemen, Yamcha has called Tengu’s bluff and by showing no fear, has finally shown us his true power. I don’t know where he got it. He did train with King Kai after all…but we are all shocked…”
Yamcha used speed boost to get behind the Demonic Goblin and preformed a sweep to take him off his feet. Tengu jumped and fired a ki wave at point blank at Yamcha who left an after image for the ki wave to go through. He then appeared infront of him and with his right leg, plunged it into his left shoulder and formed a ki sphere and pushed it into his face.
The announcer screamed. “Yamcha gets behind Tengu and performs a sweep to take him down which Tengu jumps over and fires a energy wave at Yamcha at close range. Somehow Yamcha manages to escape, only to pull a frontal assault! What a move for the record books!”
Yamcha, now a few feet away, used enhanced movements to get close to the now bewildered goblin and as he was infront of him, Yamcha drew his sword from his left sheath, forcing the hilt to go into his gut hard. He then put it back into the sheath after partially drawing it and jumped over the Goblin but stopped above him. He then had his hands in the form of a triangle above him and unleashed another tribeam at close range. He then floated to the ground beside the hole he created with the tri beam which disinigrated the demonic goblin.
The announcer spoke. “Yamcha gets in close and draws his blade, using the hilt to phase Tengu. Then he jumps and fires another hot wave attack, which ended Tengu so that means that Yamcha is the winner!”
Yamcha bowed, his training coming to an end. Soon he was back in the pendulum room. He walked towards the door and opened it with Mr. Popo behind.
“So how did it go Yamcha?” Mr. Popo asked. Yamcha repled. “It was a good training session, I should come here more often.”
And with that, they went back to see Lord Kami.
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Mr. Popo smiled. “So you wish to train tonight? Alright. Lord Kami is in the throne room of his palace. I’ll escort you.” And with that, Mr. Popo escorted Yamcha inside to see Lord Kami.
As they entered the Throne Room, Lord Kami was sitting on his throne with his eyes open, staring at a spot on the wall. Mr. Popo announced. “Lord Kami. Sorry to disturb you but Young Druid Yamcha would like to have a word with you.”
Lord Kami, the Guardian of Earth looked at Yamcha and spoke with great wisdom. “Even when we said your training was complete, you have come for more training….well you must know that the demon king is coming to earth from the deupts of the other world. And I will tell you how he is being released.”
Lord Kami stood to his feet, holding his guardian staff and continued to speak. “Well when Broly was used to kill Bardock, his soul was used as a key to unlock the seal set for the true demon king. He’s quite skilled, regardless of how strong he is and very dangerous.”
Forest Druid Yamcha spoke. “Well then, I’m going to have to go to a place which he calls home. I take it he was sealed with demons…well have the pendulum room send me to where the demons call home so I can train off of them and have a better understanding about what I’m up against.”
Lord Kami smiled, “A wise choice Yamcha, very well.” He then looked at the black skinned genie. “Mr. Popo. Take our young forest druid to the pendulum room as I set it to the demon realm of hell where the demon king used to reside.”
Mr. Popo and Yamcha bowed and went to the pendulum room, leaving Kami in the throne room. They went down a flight of stairs and finally reached the mind and spirit room. As Mr. Popo opened the door, Yamcha went inside and once fully inside; the door closed behind him.
Within moments his mind was pulled out of his body and the surrounding changed dramastically.
Yamcha looked around in the newly found demon plane. He noticed that surrounding his every person were demons, banchees, orcs, trolls, goblins, dark elves…you name it. If it was dark it was down in this plane. He thought that the people in this demonic dimension would be stronger than the people that he fought while he was alive. Then again if they were stronger than the people that were alive why were they dead?
He shrugged it off and went to look for a challenge. Hell was a big place. The area looked the same, all of it. Yamcha started to get bored flying around and doing nothing. He flew around for a bit more then he stopped.
He saw a sort of arena going on in hell. There was a ring with two competitors fighting inside while there were screaming fans all around them holding zeni and yelling out the names of their favourite fighter.
He decided that he would check it out. He flew down to the battle site. There was a notice board outside and on it there was a notice.
Come one come all to the grandest fighting arena in all of hell.
We have the greatest fighters in all of hell in this one arena.
We have 1 on 1, 2 on 1, 2 on 2, and battle royals. Come now quickly to enter or just to watch. If you want to bet please come to the betting office next to the arena.
Small print
And damage, blindness, deafness, missing limbs or any other injuries cannot be held against us in any way.
For more information please call: 0800 your hell.
Yamcha had heard enough. He was ready to fight and was all excited. He walked over to the check in station so he could register. He would first fight a 1 on 1 then another 1 on 1
The first man he would fight was not a man. She was a female. He had never hit a girl in his life. She looked to be somewhat humanoid but she had dark hair and pointy ears. Was she a different race then human? Her name was Kiki. She looked just as eager to fight as he was so he assumed that she was a demi humanoid. Sensing her spiritual pressure and wanting to make the most out of his training, he suppressed to twenty five percent of his true base power.
A roof went over the arena lights turned on. Everyone went silent as a man on a pedestal come out of the ground next to the ring.
Are you ready to see these 2 battle it out to the end?
In the left corner we have a Newcommer. He is a human druid warrior and loves to fight.
And in the right corner we have a recident of the demon plane. A warrior dark elf. She is from earth originally but she loves to fight just as much as a saiyan.
Ready…
Set…
Fight!!!
They were off. She charged her opponent at incredible speed. They exchanged blows at an incredible rate. The fans were yelling and screaming and some were even throwing their zeni at them.
Yamcha had not had this much fun in a while. She was fun but her strength was nothing to take mention off. He kicked her in the face and she kicked him back. When your dead attacks do less damage so this battle would last a while.
Then she stopped. Yamcha thought that he had victory. Then she rose up into the sky and started to charge up her Ki. She then fired a massive blast of Ki down at Yamcha. He turned and just started it down. He did not have enough time to move and instead put his arms in a cross around his chest.
The people in the arena cheered louder as Yamcha lay their without moving, his arms in a ‘X’ across his torso still blocking.
The announcer spoke. “Wow, Kiki and Yamcha trade blows but stop for a breather! Then Kiki flies up and fires a massive blast that has Yamcha still blocking on the ground! What a breath taking development. I think Yamcha bit off more then he can chew!”
Now Yamcha began to get up, slowly but surely making it back to his feet. There was a SHITLOAD of ki in that blast, she has a lot of energy, but she had to sacrifice some attributes for that much ki He thought to himself, now standing.
He smirked and then got back into a balanced fighting stance. He then thrusted his right arm fully forward with his palm facing her and launched a Ki wave of his own which she slapped away with her right hand. As she slapped the ki wave away, Yamcha used enhanced movements to get to the left flank and proceeded to launch a speedy barrage of 5 punches to her left arm in hopes of causing it to feel heavy.
The announcer roars “Yamcha fires a ki wave of her own against Kiki! Kiki deflects it but Yamcha’s speed causes him to get to the left flank and launch some fast punches on the Dark Elf!”
Kiko, too busy with the ki wave got hit and launched a left sidekick to Yamcha’s gut which went through his after image. Kiko, not knowing where Yamcha had gone, grabbed her left arm in pain.
The announcer shouts. “Kiki goes for an attack but just hits air! What a match!”
It was time to finish this. He cupped his hands together as he was behind the dark elf and thrusted his arms fully forward, launching a normal kamehameha wave which she blocked by putting up a green barrier at point blank range. Yamcha took a few steps back and decided that now was the time to strike back,
The announcer screams. “Yamcha performs what is known as the Turtle style wave effortlessly and Kiki blocks with barrier! What a defensive strategy!”
The dark elf Kiki turned around and started moving her arms at the same speed as a machine gun, launching fast jabs that Yamcha was blocking against. For some reason, Yamcha was able to stand and take the onslaught of punches while in his turtle defensive stance. As he saw an opening he countered by slapping the right wrist of Kiki with his left hand and drilled a hard kick to her collar bone.
The announcer howls once more. “Kiki’s on the offensive! Yamcha’s acting like a goalie, not letting her get the puck into the net! Wait a sec, Yamcha finds a opening and counter attacks!”
This pushed Kiki back and caused her to land skidding across the ground on one knee. This dark elf was hurt…she coulden’t take much more damage. She then coughed up blood and forfeited the match.
The announcer spoke. “And…it looks like Kiki has forfeited the match…which makes Yamcha our winner! Congratulations Now for the next fight.”
The announcer cleared his throat. “Now this North God representer will face off against a Green Goblin!”
Are you ready to see these 1 battle it out to the end?
In the left corner we have a Newcommer. He is a human druid warrior and has won his first fight here.
And in the right corner we have a resident of the demon plane. A green goblin who has skills similar to a namekian. He is the leader of one of the Goblin Fractions down here. Lets here it for, Tengu!
Ready…
Set…
Fight!!!
The horn sounded and both Tengu and Yamcha shot forward. They started off throwng shots at each other, blocking each others shots like it was another walk in the park. Then they both saw an opening and the two rushed forward, hitting each other square in the face. The blow was so powerful, it sent both warriors flying backwards, skidding on the floor.
The announcer roared. “It’s looks like they are evenly matched! Both fighters are able to block and attack each other without worry of damage. Wow! Both warriors rushed forward to hit each other and both got sent flying back! This could be anyone’s victory! Keep watching!”
Yamcha gathered himself and adopted the wolf stance. As Tengu turned around, all he could see was a blue wolf running towards him then jumping up flying straight at him. What looked like a blue wolf attacking with his front paws was really Yamcha flying forward with an assault of quick jabs. Tengu blocked the best he could. What felt like a wolf biting each shoulder blade was Yamcha’s hand grabbing the shoulder blades and flipping over him while holding them so he could flip the green goblin.
The announcer roared in shock. “And what looks like a blue wolf seems to be assaulting Tengu! He’s putting up a good defense though! Now it looks like two wolfs are biting his shoulder blades. And there’s Yamcha, He flipped him in the air! Now it’s really going to turn around!”
Yamcha, now looking up while on his feet, gripped his right wrist with his left hand and gathered spiritual energy. Since he trained all of his techniques to the maximum he could, within a short instance a spirit ball was made. He then hurled it up towards Tengu and had it explode on his spine. The green goblin lord Tengu then screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. Yamcha then put his hands infront of his chest in the form of a triangle and without charging, discharged a hot wave of energy call tri beam at the falling goblin. It hit and now the goblin was falling on the ground maimed.
The announcer shouted. “Yamcha does a technique where spiritual energy is gathered and launches the ball at Tengu. Now stunned, he launched another high spiritual attack…which maimed the goblin! It looks like this will be the shortest match in history.”
The goblin Tengu landed on the ground. He was missing an arm and his legs were numb. Suddenly Yamcha sensed a power spike coming from Tengu. The goblin Tengu used regeneration to grow back his maimed limb as well as immortality to save himself from being completely depleted of energy. He then got back up and smirked, Looking more demonic then goblin.
The announcer spoke. “Oh no, looks like Tengu used regeneration and his demonic skill to get back into the fight! If Yamcha hopes to win this, he’s gonna have to bring something more to the table.”
Yamcha sensed the strong energy coming from the demonic goblin. He then braced himself and yelled. “HAAAA!!!” As he powered up, a emerald green aura coming about his body. His powerlevel rising as he unsuppressed himself, knowing that this was going to be one of his harder fights in the match. He screamed out, his power rising and his hair lifting up from the release of said energy. His gi fluttered in the wind of his energy pushing out. After this was over, he had his emerald green aura about his body and looked serious. “I’m done holding back…now I’m going to fight normal.”
The announcer after seeing Yamcha un-suppress himself had this to say. “Well ladies and gentlemen, Yamcha has called Tengu’s bluff and by showing no fear, has finally shown us his true power. I don’t know where he got it. He did train with King Kai after all…but we are all shocked…”
Yamcha used speed boost to get behind the Demonic Goblin and preformed a sweep to take him off his feet. Tengu jumped and fired a ki wave at point blank at Yamcha who left an after image for the ki wave to go through. He then appeared infront of him and with his right leg, plunged it into his left shoulder and formed a ki sphere and pushed it into his face.
The announcer screamed. “Yamcha gets behind Tengu and performs a sweep to take him down which Tengu jumps over and fires a energy wave at Yamcha at close range. Somehow Yamcha manages to escape, only to pull a frontal assault! What a move for the record books!”
Yamcha, now a few feet away, used enhanced movements to get close to the now bewildered goblin and as he was infront of him, Yamcha drew his sword from his left sheath, forcing the hilt to go into his gut hard. He then put it back into the sheath after partially drawing it and jumped over the Goblin but stopped above him. He then had his hands in the form of a triangle above him and unleashed another tribeam at close range. He then floated to the ground beside the hole he created with the tri beam which disinigrated the demonic goblin.
The announcer spoke. “Yamcha gets in close and draws his blade, using the hilt to phase Tengu. Then he jumps and fires another hot wave attack, which ended Tengu so that means that Yamcha is the winner!”
Yamcha bowed, his training coming to an end. Soon he was back in the pendulum room. He walked towards the door and opened it with Mr. Popo behind.
“So how did it go Yamcha?” Mr. Popo asked. Yamcha repled. “It was a good training session, I should come here more often.”
And with that, they went back to see Lord Kami.
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