Master Roga's Inner World. Wolf vs Xeno

As Yamcha and Popo walked outside towards the north side of the lookout, the wind blew strongly causing Master Roga's hair to blow from the drafts of the breeze. "Wow" Mr. Popo said as he saw Yamcha's hair blow in the air. "Strong winds today." Yamcha smirked. "Looks like a good day..."

Yamcha then went into his pocket and took out the Dyno Capsule marked 'Training' and pressed down on the button that was on top of the capsule. He then threw it down on the part of the lookout he wanted his capsule house on. It bounced then expanded into a fully operational capsule home.

Mr Popo and Yamcha went inside and the genie was impressed by the wolf statues and portraits of past battles. They then went to the meditation room after going through a hallway and making a left. There was Master Roga's meditation throne which consisted of a granite throne with sitting wolves as the armrests.

Yamcha sat down on the throne, the eyes of the wolves glowing indigo as he sat and began to close his eyes. Mr Popo stood infront of the throne and put his arms up with his hands open, his palms flat and facing Master Roga.

Mr Popo was pushing Yamcha into his mind so he could enter his inner world and deal with what he was looking for, little did he know that he was going to be in for a surprise, for a race of people he didn't know about could enter inner worlds at will without concequence.

Yamcha was drifting in and out of conscienceness, going into a trance. Who would he incounter, would it be a training lesson that even Kami didn't know about? Only time will tell.

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Y'lerl slumped down in the back right corner of her cell and stared up at the ceiling. Her meal, if you could call it that, was in her stomach now, slowly being digested. With each passing second, she was even more tempted than the last to spill it all over the floor. Even if she couldn't taste it, it felt like the meat was grinding away at her insides.

Her head flipped back downward so that she was facing the floor. This was hardly befitting a person of her position, but she supposed that was the price that must be paid for going incognito. Perhaps if she could contact her father, she'd be able to get out, or at least give a report for the day's work.

She'd been nervous about it before, going into a trance, because the guards might notice, but she figured if she positioned herself just right, it would look more like she was sleeping. With her eyes open it might appear suspicious, but it wasn't something she hadn't observed Tarnajin doing before.

Her irises dilated as she slipped away from reality, still slumped like a hobo in the corner of the cell. He vision was getting hazy, dull, yet at the same time, clearer.

"Daddy."

Her voice was little more than a whisper in the infinite eternity of the astral plane. There was no reply. Perhaps her parent had found himself asleep or otherwise preoccupied.

But the dimension was far from empty. She could sense others here in this murky blackness, the void that was pierced only by pinpricks of what seemed to be stars. Perhaps one of them was capable of providing her aid, unlikely as it may be.

She reached out to one of these strangers, not with her arms, but with her mind. Suddenly, the plane began to morph, its very edges twisting and changing to represent reality not as she perceived it, but as this newfound stranger did.

It was a quiet place they were in now, devoid of all traces of life. A barren desert that seemed to span out as far as her space had. She presumed this was an area of some significance to this other being, the one who she could now see standing a few meters across from her.

He was an anthropomorphic being, not unlike most in the cosmos, with pale, tan skin. It looked a touch on the meaty side to side her. Light black hairs covered his body, but converged on the mop of it on his cranium. He wasn't too terribly different from her -- at least, as she appeared now -- but at the same time, he was literally a world apart.

"Hello stranger. I am pleased to meet you," she said. Her expression was blank, seemingly unknowing and uncaring, but harboring all of the hope in the cosmos.

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As Yamcha entered his inner world, he looked around. The sky was red and the sand was black. There were buildings in his inner world but most of them were abandoned. (Wow, my inner world could use some work...it's a wasteland...) He thought to himself as he continued to walk about his inner realm freely.

He then heard someone say 'Daddy.' and turned around only to see a green man with red hair. He didn't look like a namekian like Kami and Piccolo Damaio but he didn't look human or demi-human. Oh no, it was a whole new ball game. He then looked at the alien.

"I am Wolfbrother Yamcha of the Wolf Fang Fist." Yamcha then smiled at the Xeno and continued, "My Kung Fu title is Master Roga. This is my first time in here...i'm looking for something. Something that was born the day i achieved my empowerment or by your terms: transformation. I'm here to fight it and tame it so i don't go wild when i use it."

He looked at the Xeno and pondered. "I don't know how you pierced through the dimensions and got into my inner world but i will need help taking my 'Yami' side down. Are you up for it? I don't know you but i can tell you have a good spirit in you. There's no evil in you i can sense it."

Suddenly a dark flame came about Master Roga and he began to sweat. "Damn it! My Yami power is trying to consume me. It doesn't like the fact that your here! I have to transform and fight you while suppressed to show my dominance over my dark power."

Master Roga screamed, "AHHHH!!!!" His body grew in size. His thighs, torso, glutes ,triceps ,biceps, pecks and deltoids bulked up in size. His hair turned silver with fox ears on the top of his head within his hair showing. His teeth grew fangs and his hands turned into claws.

Master Roga then concentrated his mind and emotions and suppressed his power to as low as it would go. Sadly it woulden't go any lower then five percent of his true power in the transformed state. He then turned to the xeno. "Quick, attack me. This is my training. I have to fight while suppressing my power in this transformation as a means of controlling it."

Master Roga then awaited for an attack from the Xeno visitor.

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1) Transformed (1FP), Ki suppression in effect (5% of full power while transformed)

The being was kindly enough to return the favor. That, at the very least, was a good sign. Of course, she doubted he could hurt him over the astral plane. This wasn't truly his realm. It was just a place that he was a part of.

"I am Wolfbrother Yamcha of the Wolf Fang Fist," was his first remark.

"Hello Wolfbrother Yamcha of the Wolf Fang Fist," Y'lerl parroted.

"My kung fu title is Master Roga. This is my first time in here... I'm looking for something." The other's voice seemed to trail off in the middle of his sentence. The emotions in his voice seemed to be preventing him from getting everything out.

"Do all people from you planet have such excruciatingly long names?" the young woman asked. "If you're looking for something, this is the best place to find it. It's also the worst place to find it. The astral plane works strangely that way. Of course, it also works normally in the same manner. It's a matter of perception."

This "Kung Fu Master Roga Wolfbrother Yamcha of the Wolf Fang Fist", as he called himself, went on about something Y'lerl found somewhat intriguing. After initially questioning how she came here, he mentioned something about a dark side to himself, whatever it was supposed to mean. But it was his last remark that she found the most interesting.

"I don't know you but I can tell you have a good spirit in you. There's no evil in you. I can sense it."

"There's no evil in me. But there is also no good," Y'lerl said bluntly. "If you think I should be judged by such things, you're sorely mistaken."

Suddenly, the fleshy being began to become consumed by a dark aura, a wicked flame that danced like witches at work. Perspiration leaked from his pores as he cried out in pain.

"Damn it! My Yami power is trying to consume me. It doesn't like the fact that your here! I have to transform and fight you while suppressed to show my dominance over my dark power."

"Amazing," she said at a dull whisper. "I don't think I've ever heard so much plot exposition in one paragraph."

The one named Yamcha began convulsing and screaming as his body enlarged. Fur and fangs sprouted, giving him an animalistic appearance. Consequently, she also sensed that the life energy he gave off dropped sharply. Despite looking more fearsome, it seemed that he was also weaker.

"So your dark side..." she mused. "Is a furry?" Her opponent didn't seem to be listening. He was going on with his own sentences.

"Quick, attack me," he shouted. "This is my training. I have to fight while suppressing my power in this transformation as a means of controlling it."

"No."

It was a simple answer, probably the opposite of what her presumed foe expected. "Training doesn't have to consist of fighting. If you really want to control yourself in this form, don't attack me.

"This is the astral plane. Nothing else is in control of you. Everything, as far as the eye can see, is a part of your mind. Even the beasts within it."

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Yamcha looked at this green woman with scarlet red hair. "Hrm...you speak with wisdom, You must be one of the dimensional guardians i was told about. I appologise for sounding so primitive..."

Yamcha tried his best to remember his teachings and training to control his primal rage to beat this Xeno woman up. He gathered his Beast Chi and began to focus it properly. Within moments, his mind was slowly clearing up from the rage and primal urges he was feeling at the time.

"Talking might help, tell me a bit about yourself my fair lady. If we don't fight, i might be able to communicate with my Beast transformation."

Wolfbrother Yamcha then saw an entity appear infront of Cherri and himself. He was wearing a blue cloak and started to talk.

Yamcha, you wish to control me? I'm here as a piece of yourself. I'm your past sins. Did you honestly think you could reform without dealing with your dark side? Your friend is safe, i don't want her, it's you i want. Before i merge with you and alow you to have full control of your powers. You must make a pact with me. Promise you'll use me and not forget about your past. I came to you when you battled Damaio Piccolo...and you didn't use me...how do i know you won't do that again?"

Yamcha looked at the blue cloaked figure. "I don't want to kill. I'd rather stun, neutralize or defeat my opponents. Taking life doesn't justify the actions of the one i fight regardless of their sins."

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1) Transformed (1FP), Ki suppression in effect (5% of full power while transformed)

The being had a growl to his speech now, as result of his bestial transformation no doubt. Each word he spoke came with a snarl. "Hrm... You speak with wisdom. You must be one of the dimensional guardians I was told about. I apologize for sounding so primitive..."

"No, no. I'm no guardian," Y'lerl said. "And you don't sound primitive. Judging by what I've seen, you're not exactly low on the intelligence scale. You just need to look at things from a different perspective. Some things will be blocked from your inner vision otherwise."

The young woman hovered a few feet above the ground and crossed her legs, her hands in her lap. She rotated clockwise so that she was upside down, her braid almost touching the ground. "If I weren't looking at you from this angle, I probably wouldn't have noticed the zit on the bottom of your chin," she said with a flat expression.

Yamcha spoke again, his voice still scratchy, but with a clear intonation of respect. "Talking might help, tell me a bit about yourself my fair lady. If we don't fight, I might be able to communicate with my beast transformation."

"I have little desire to talk myself. There's little left to be said. You, on the other hand, have a lot upstairs that I wish to know." Still, her voice was neutral, almost aloof. "Tell me, do all of your people turn into furries? What makes you look like this?"

But the wolf creature didn't quite seem to be listening. His eyes were focused on something else, something she couldn't see. He was muttering to himself, words that she could only hear a few of. Something about killing. She thought it best to be on her guard, but didn't straighten up.

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Yamcha looked at the blue robed man. "Very well, i'll use you from now on." The blue robed man faded away, his energy going into Yamcha before his form disapeared completely.

He then looked at Cherri. "Very well..." He then launched a low kick to her ankle followed by a punch to her left shoulders. "You won't fight me...so i'll get you to fight me!" The Yami side now within Wolfbrother Yamcha said.

a voice then spoke within Cherri as the dark side of Yamcha which possessed him turned to face her and launched a barrage of four knees towards her gut.

Forgive me, my dark side has possessed me, your going to have to defeat me or wait until i get control and endure the assault it's launching apon you.

The voice in Cherri's head was Yamcha the Druid, the attacks were being done by the dark side of Yamcha.

A right handed claw swipe was launched by the Dark Yamcha towards Cherri's ribcage followed by a headbutt to her collar bone as the darkness hoped to defeat this intruder. It was a given that the dark side of Yamcha feared Cherri, because he knew something that not even Cherri knew....

He knew that if given time, Cherri and Yamcha could seal the darkness away and Yamcha would be able to call apon it and control it. Something the darkness of Yamcha didn't want.

But as the swipe was launched, Yamcha regained control and pulled his right arm back. "So it's all about how bad you wanna kill eh...well i will control you." He said in a human voice. His aura then turned violet as he was concentrating his mind and energy at the same time. Soon the transformation faded away and the darkness was now under Yamcha's control at long last. He then looked at Cherri.

"I did it, The will to not harm someone who doesn't want to fight was stronger then my primal rage...i got it under control now!" Yamcha smiled as he looked human once more with his King Kai suit on, the large insignia of king kai on the front of his shirt. He then bowed to Cherri. "Thank you for intruding when you did. If you weren't here, god know how primal and savage it would have been. I might have gone completely evil."

Yamcha then bowed and was released from his inner world, back in his meditation room as he was now escorted by Mr. Popo to see Kami once more.

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1) Transformed (1FP), Ki suppression in effect (5% of full power while transformed), 2 strikes [speedy strikes] 1FP
2) Transformed (1FP), Ki suppression in effect (5% of full power while transformed),pummle attack (5FP)
3)) Transformed (1FP), Ki suppression in effect (5% of full power while transformed), 1 strikes [speedy strikes] 1FP
4) Powered down, Ki Suppression in effect (5% of full power)

Total FP: 11FP

Y'lerl was just barely paying attention to the battle at this point. Her mind was elsewhere as she stared blankly into space. Thus, it was no surprise that she was easily caught off guard by a sudden combination of a sweep and a punch.

Immediately, her concentration broke and she was sent down, landing flat on he head. She sat up and rubbed the point of impact gently with her palm. Suddenly, a voice entered her mind, the voice his opponent, but not in his current, hairy state.

"Forgive me. My dark side has possessed me," he lamented. "You're going to have to defeat me or wait until I get control and endure the assault it's launching apon you."

"You should know by now that I have no interest in defeating you," Y'lerl replied with an icy expression. "You will come to control yourself."

And indeed her predictions were correct. The instant the next strike, a broad, clawed swipe, was about to impact, it stopped, as if time had was standing still. Y'lerel wondered for a moment if this was perhaps her father's doing. Rather, it merely seemed that Yamcha had immobilized himself through his willpower.

It was as though, in an instant, the spell turning the prince into the beast had been broken. The black aura seemed to evaporate from the warrior's animal-like form, fading off into oblivion.

He sincerely thanked Y'lerl for her support, although there was very little that she had actually done. In truth, it was Yamcha's own doing that mattered. She was little more than a hand to guide him, to point out the proper direction.

Suddenly, the surroundings themselves seemed to separate as Yamcha concluded his last sentence. The very geometry of the area became incomprehensible, unreal. She was back in her perception of the astral plane now, and alone yet again.

It should seem that her father was unlikely to help her, and thusly, she decided it would be time to return once again to the corporeal world.

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Word Total: 1639