You look askance at Goku, then back to Gottex using a large wooden cane to hold herself up, dressed in a deep blue cape and white robes. You are not quite sure how to handle this, so instead fall back to what you came to this floating tower for.
"Daddy, you will train me in the Turtle martial arts." You demand in a serious voice, calling him by his formal title.
"Aw geeze, I dunno Gohan, aren't you a little young for that? Besides I have to teach Gottex all about her new job." The man that supposedly provided half of your genetics says, ignoring the contradiction as if he didn't see it. Trying to stop you from achieving your full potential. You can't just learn the Demon King arts, Gohan would bring it up all the time that he mastered it first if that was your first style. Master Krillin and Master Tien were too terrified of you to train you, so the only option was to get the Rival to teach you something
"I'm Gossard." You point out, and he looks confusedly at your hat and then you bring out your secret weapon. Something put in place by Momma that you take full advantage of "Besides, it'll be uh...fun. Family bonding. Momma says you need to spend more time with me to uh, make me 'less hostile and distrustful of you'."
You aren't going to be less distrustful, but Momma is just confused about the deceitful innocent-looking snakecharmer.
"But I thought I gave Gohan the black-star Dragonball..." You whistle innocently. "Oh well. I suppose I could give you a few pointers, show you what Grandpa and Master Roshi taught me"
"Alright Gohan." "Gossard." "Right that, I'll teach you some stuff, but where will I get a Turtle Shell way up here?"
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"Right kid, it's time you learnt how to be a true martial artist. With your father teaching you his style, you should probably know how to actually use it." The Namekian tries to loom over you, it's kind of adorable to think he can threaten a Legend.
You idly notice Krillin flying off, leaving you alone to train as you stand up.
Mister Piccolo slowly guides you through calling your Ki out and shaping it. Single sparks build into raging infernos if you don't keep your mind on your abilities but gradually you push through.
You simply pout in annoyance, reaching for another tiny spark of power as Mister Piccolo Materializes another craterful of dirt beneath your feet. Drawing out another spark, you hold it carefully. Cutting it off from your core you hold it away from you.
You can hold it just fine, but you are a rather giving person, so generous with your power that it overloads your shaping and pops like a skull. Again.
With a growl and a surge of effort you choose to do the opposite. Flooding your palms with power unlimited, opening your Energy to the air and simply commanding it to shape itself. A small supernova forms between your palms and slowly, ever so slowly, shrinks back down into a globe of light.
You expose your teeth, feeling Pride as you toss the ball of light back and forth.
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You can feel his Ki surround the area, you do not like it. Ducking the fist thrown your way, you respond with a flurry of your own. Your every twitch faster than sound can propagate, so you take the easy way around. Your energy speeding the very air faster.
You flash-step a little too quick and a shockwave echoes in the clouds.
"Jan Ken, Chyoki!" You call out, two ki-infused fingers darting out of your quickened motion technique. Goku rears back, eyes just out of reach of the attack but you follow up immediately.
"Gu. Pa." You finish the three-strike combo, sending him back through the air. This is rather easy, he isn't that str-
"Heh, good job Gossard. Time for me to kick it up a notch." What.
"Kaioken!" His aura turns crimson, flicking up and suddenly he is right back in your face. Slipping into the Turtle form, you block. Carefully surging between the three Ready states of Jan Ken, Chyoki to shift your arm into position then back to Gu to take the punch without injury, then back to Pa to search for opportunity.. You growl as the style chafes, waiting for the few openings the style takes advantage of.
There. Slipping easily from the Pa, Paper into the Scissor style of Chyoki you strike. Slipping around Goku's strike with the added speed then back down into the heavy Gu.
"Counterattack. Jan Ken, Gu, Pa!" Two strikes sending your father flying away. Giving you a brief second of distance.
"Kame" Your hands down, ball of blue-white forming within. Deep within your body, pools of potential stir, pumping free from their resting state. Every iota of strength from a toddler killing machine gathered.
"Hame" The ball grows as you charge it, the prized technique of a dedicated martial artist scrounging for every scrap of Energy in his unsuited body. A technique for gathering crumbs of power now suffused with the power of a planet, no it is more than that. The power of a SUN!
"HA!" You exhale, and with it your stored beam. It lances across the empty sky unerringly aimed at the flickering red martial artist across from you
"Times Three." You hear from the distance as the red blazes higher and then vanishes just before your attack reaches. The beam of white atomizes the atmosphere as it makes it's way up and out, burning into space. With a feral growl you cast around and Fist!
Hand up to block, and again, duck and drift back and probing punch and block and block and dash to the side and block and NO!
You roar in outrage as this WEAKLING RIVAL forces you back. Reaching into yourself you touch the spark of Yellow inside you and Twist.
Your Aura flares Gold and Goku slows, his dash toward you looking more like a gentle jog. Almost casually you catch his fist within your hand, then drive your knee into his stomach. Stepping away, you rub your sore knuckles.
Shifting down out of the form. You've won. Again. And again it feels sour. Goku is hiding something, not fighting with his full strength.
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Shockwaves fill the air as you push yourself past the limits of the calming technique. You are rather more focused on the clash of fists. Dancing through the air, dashing towards and away from one another to get the perfect angle, you impact your father again and again.
Dashing in, you push the Turtle style to it's most aggressive. Chafing under the form, but excelling in it. You are the perfect fighting machine and your age is still a Prime Number. You shudder to think what you can be with a second digit, or when your body is fully grown and your potential unleashed. You grin as you dash backwards, hands moving back into that iconic pose.
"I've been learning Daddy, let me show you what I invented." Your tone may be a little too thick with malevolent honey, but you feel this move deserves it.
"The" Calling upon the Green within you, a ball of greenblue light forming between your palms
"LEGENDARY" you lock your Ki sense onto Goku, then push that into the ball, and from there emanating out into your Ki spread in the air. The Tsuikihidan, the Homing Energy Wave, by channeling your Ki in the air and associating it with both your attack and a target you can make it guide itself with touches of Ki-Enhanced winds.
"Bubble" both innovations increase the charge time however, but you feel it worth it, for this. A quick inhalation.
"BEAM! HAAA!" You exhale, and keep exhaling. A beam of bright energy bursting from your hands at Goku. Naturally he tries to move, but it's a trap. Wherever he moves, so does the beam. Fragmenting from the solitary beam into a dozen independent spheres seeking him. And it keeps coming. Holding the pose as you launch the beam out, watching it fragment out as Goku tries to dodge
"Good one Son! But they'll pop eventually." Goku laughs, dancing through them.
But you simply smirk, watching them deepen in colour and expand. The Green Ki within them growing on itself rather than shrinking away. More and more bubbles of Ki fill the air seeking Goku as you drain your lungs. Every drop of Power within you moving to your palms and projected, tied to your breath. Bubbles of destructive air launching from your hands as you breathe out.
"AAAAaaaaa...gasp." A subjective eternity passes as you empty yourself, but eventually you drop. Taking quick gasps of air, but grinning triumphant. You should probably grab Goku before he hits the ground, but you have plnety of time to gloat at his unconscious form.
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"Captain Samuel, reporting." The blonde teenager salutes smartly
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You are resting on the Lookout, when a bad feeling washes over you. You look around suspiciously. Probably nothing. The four-star ball on your head pulses with anticipation, four of it's brother united and it would soon join them.
EVENT!
Where are you when the Fourstar Ball is targeted
[X] On the Lookout, looking after Gottex
[ ] Meditation in the sky
[ ] Gohan wants a spar limited to 10,000PL
[ ] CapsuleCorp, Momma wants you to do chores. Something about responsibility.
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