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| The Strongest Guy In This World; Goku Jr. Seeks Training With Gatz | |
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| Chiaotzu | Sep 10 2015, 08:21 PM Post #1 |
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A lot of the world could be seen from the sky, and ever since Goku had learned to fly he had seen a lot of it. Once place the boy had been meaning to visit was the large city that had heard was called Final Haven. Or possibly Gatz' Haven. It wasn't entirely clear. What was clear, however, was that the man who ruled there was rumored to be incredibly strong. The half-saiyan wanted to get strong so it only made sense that he should train with the strongest man in the world. And that was why Goku found himself outside to Final Haven Dojo. He wasn't nervous... much. But he had heard stories and they weren't particularly nice ones. The boy took a moment to steady his breathing, nodding to himself. He was the child of Son Goku, a champion and defender of Earth. He had fought androids, aliens, and even a god before reaching this point. There was no turning back now. All there was to do was wait patiently. Goku sat down in front of the door to the Dojo, crossing his legs and wrapping his tail around his waist so it wouldn't wag about. With a determined look on his face he prepared to meet the strongest guy in the world. WC: 213 |
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| Gatz | Sep 11 2015, 01:18 AM Post #2 |
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![]() The Greatest Android Terror carried a tank above his head with one arm and tossed it towards the military garage to the cadets of Final Heaven who worked in repairs. They gazed at him like they were stupid. The tank had a hole in it after he blasted it during their field test. They were supposed to dodge the blast or take it out with one of the tank's beam canons, but trash didn't think right. "Piece of shit. Get it working." he ordered. He blamed the hole in the tank on them. Giving his order, he headed to his dojo. He wore his new hoodie to prepare for hard training session. Upon reaching the dojo, he saw a kid sitting on the steps. "Damn boy scouts. I stuffed the last one in the trash can, but guess they don't take a hint. Maybe I should blast one and see what happens." he thought, but then remembered Bel and Anju liked cookies. He felt generous. P He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and handed the kid a thousand zeni for the cookies. ![]() "I'll have two boxes of the chocolate chip. Take your money and then get the fuck out." he said. wc: 213 |
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| Chiaotzu | Sep 11 2015, 01:48 AM Post #3 |
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Goku stared up at the man as he approached. It occurred to the boy that he had never gotten a physical description of Gatz, but this guy was awfully imposing. Maybe this was him? Before he could speak, the stranger took out a wad of money and handed it to him. The half-saiyan looked down at it, then back up at this mysterious, but strangely terrifying, man. If he was Gatz, it would probably be bad to take the money, plus he didn't have any cookies, so Goku offered the money back. "I don't sell cookies. Actually, I'm here to learn. Are you Gatz? I was told Gatz is the strongest so I want to learn how to fight from him." He wasn't really sure what to do other than wait, his hands hanging at his sides. Asking Yamcha for training had been pretty easy. After all, he had had an 'in' due to his father. But Goku's Dad had never told him about this Gatz guy, which either meant he didn't know him or that they didn't get along. Nervously rubbing the back of his head, the child added, "Um... my name's Goku." WC: 193 TWC: 406 |
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| Gatz | Sep 11 2015, 02:44 AM Post #4 |
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"The fuck you say?" he asked when the kid said he wanted training from the strongest. He looked like should be potty training instead of asking to be a punching bag. Most human offspring thought about being fire fighters, police men, singers, or whatever the fuck else that didn't include being a killer android's toy. The kid though was smarter than the last two freaks who came into his dojo asking for training. Smirking at the kid's intelligence for going right for the sweet spot, he put his money back in his wallet. The ego stroking did the trick. It got him in a good mood.He clutched his fist arrogantly. ![]() "You're in luck Goku. You're standing right in the grace of the ultimate beast. The names Gatz. The Greatest Android Terrorr. Don't you forget it ," he instructed. He caught a whiff of something. Sniffing the air, his keen sense of smell caught the monkey stench on him. "Another monkey. I got two of them already. Guess I'll have a third monkey punching bag." he thought. Looking closer at Goku, he saw the resemblance to someone he met the other day who had on a bright orange shirt and who looked like a traffic cone that needed to be run over for being in the way. His hollow glare darkened. "Just to warn you. I'm no baby sitter. I don't give a fuck either if you're a kid. I see everyone the same. They are either useful or useless. I don't waste my time on trash and I don't got time for whiny brats either. You train with me. You train with death." his said. wc: 298 twc: 511 |
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| Chiaotzu | Sep 11 2015, 03:00 AM Post #5 |
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The fact that Gatz was an android was something he hadn't been told. Goku was definitely starting to think it would be a good idea to learn how to sense energy one of these days. Still, what caught his attention most was how direct the man was. It was pretty clear from his tone and body language that Gatz had no room for mercy or sympathy in his training. That was disconcerting but Goku wondered if maybe that was exactly what he needed to get stronger. The boy furrowed his brow when Gatz called him a 'whiny brat'. While he didn't raise his voice, he couldn't help but respond as he looked up at the Android Terror. "I'm not whiny, I'm not a brat, and I don't waste time. I'm here to learn. I'll prove myself however I have to and I'll work twice as hard as any adult." Goku's little hands clenched into fists as he stared into the eyes of death itself. He smiled and asked politely, "When do we get started?" WC: 172 TWC: 578 |
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| Gatz | Sep 11 2015, 09:06 AM Post #6 |
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ooc: [Zeleki will join up as part of initiation] Goku said he wasn't whiny and that he didn't wast time, but words meant nothing to the terror because actions spoke louder than words could. It remained to be seen in the killer android's mind. He'd give the kid a chance since he seemed smarter than the average saiyan. Knowing the he was a monkey, the kid had some fight. " Five minutes." he held his fingers up when he said it. "I'll check you on those words kid. My punching bags have to be durable. I want the best and don't settle for less when I'm training with them. What can I say? It's how I roll. I am a greedy son of a bitch. " he said. He'd give Goku a chance. His age meant nothing to him because men, women, offspring, animals, and aliens were the same to him. He didn't distinguish their differences in combat or in life. "You last five minutes getting beaten, battered, stomped on, crushed, thrown, tortured, or whatever the fuck else by the newest punching bag and me , and I'll accept you into the dojo. All my punching bags had to go through hell before getting a chance to learn from me. I'm making no exceptions on how I do things because its effective. What I teach and how I teach is far better than anything you'll find out there. I'll make you the best and that's guaranteed. All you got to do is stand there and take the punishment like a beast. It's all you got to do to get in, but the problem is if you can handle it. It looks to me I'll break you in half before we even get started. Prove me wrong." he told him bluntly. wc: 322 twc: 833 Edited by Gatz, Sep 11 2015, 09:13 AM.
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| Chiaotzu | Sep 11 2015, 01:00 PM Post #7 |
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Things were getting intense. Goku hadn't expected this to be his initiation. Being beaten by Gatz and his students? Five minutes was practically an eternity in a fight but he wasn't going to back down. The half-saiyan wasn't afraid of pain, after all. The only thing that frightened him was failure. Gatz, from what Goku had gathered from these few short moments of meeting him, was not a nice person. Nor was he a particularly merciful one by the looks of it. There was every possibility that if he couldn't handle the initiation that the Android Terror would kill him on the spot for wasting his time. It was a good thing then that the little warrior had no intention of letting that happen then. "Gladly," Goku responded. He squeezed his fists tight, the ground beginning to tremble and loose rocks on the street outside of the dojo floating up of their own accord. The clouds above them began to swirl as bolts of lightning began striking with greater frequency. Goku's face was determined and focused as he stared at Gatz. For an instant, his hair became brighter before turning back to its normal black. It happened again. And again. His eyes went from black to solid green as he shouted, lifting his head up as an aura of yellow energy formed around him and his hair went from black to glowing gold. ![]() "I'm sorry that took so long," Goku said, a more serious tone to his voice now than before, "But I haven't had much occasion to practice." With a smile on his lips, he readed himself for the 'initiation', "Let's do this." WC: 270 TWC: 848 |
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| Deleted User | Sep 11 2015, 07:08 PM Post #8 |
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Zeleki was walking throught the city with dumbells as he was moving them up in and down while walking. His muscles tightened up with every up and down move he did. He wanted to train with Gatz because he was on a quest for power at the moment and he needed power quickly. "I must get stronger." He said as he was walking to the final heaven dojo. Zeleki arrived in the Final Heaven dojo. Zeleki then put on his training clothing. "Oh. Gatz my apologies....uhm....you want me to leave?" Zeleki felt ashamed for interrupting his master while he was in the middle of his initiation training with the newest students. WC 111 |
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| Gatz | Sep 11 2015, 10:20 PM Post #9 |
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The terror cracked his neck when Goku turned into the golden haired transformation the monkeys liked using. He saw it as a weakness and unnecessary. "You do need more practice. Turning your hair gold isn't going to stop me from breaking you in half. Transforming just shows me you don't feel confident." he reminded. A true warrior didn't transform unless it was last resort. "Power is everything. You get strong without turning your hair gold and you'll own the world." he said as a small tip. Zeleki walked in. The killer android ignored the tan skinned monkey's comment about what he wanted or needed. "Fucking late as usual. You want to get stronger? Stop talking and help me pulverize this kid until he cries for his mommy. " he ordered Zeleki. " He wants to be punching bag number three and you get to be on the right end of an ass kicking this time. " he smirked when he remembered how Zeleki's initiation into the dojo went. Giving Goku no time to react, the terror disappeared in a series of lines and reappeared in front of the kid before he had a chance to blink. He bent his knees to compensate for the height difference, lowering his straight forward orthodox stance to target the kid's short stature. The terror gazed at his fist of destruction first as a taunting mechanism and then slugged the monkey kid in across the jaw to give him a small taste of the five minutes of hell he had to endure. His black hole gaze darkened with thrill because he hungered for violence. A series of high voltage crimson bolts sizzled around his arms from his punch. ![]() WC: 301 TWC: 1,124 Edited by Gatz, Sep 11 2015, 10:24 PM.
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| Chiaotzu | Sep 12 2015, 01:43 AM Post #10 |
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The boy shrugged at the Android Terror's comment about his transformation. The man was entitled to his opinion, after all. Still, Goku kept up the golden aura around him, reveling in the newly achieved power of a Super Saiyan. It still took some getting used to even after he had done it before. The youngest of the Son family wondered if this was how his father felt when he achieved the transformation the first time against Frieza, another cold, heartless, foe. The energy was incredible and Goku felt like he could do anything, "Is that so? I just figured it was better to give you my best." Goku was ready for the inevitable first strike, though there was no way he could have prepared for Gatz' speed. The fist hit hard and the half-saiyan slid across the floor, his head tilted back from the force as sparks spit off of the impact point. From the angle he had been in, the little warrior noticed the other person entering the dojo. Given the way this student apologized, Goku had to assume that he was pretty new. Otherwise Gatz' teachings would have already rubbed off on him, a somewhat disturbing thought. Tilting his head back down to look at Gatz, Goku took up a defensive posture and prepared himself for the duo to gang up on him. He wiped the blood from his lip with his wristband, smirking as he said, "Thank you, sir. May I have another?" WC: 244 TWC: 1,092 |
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He looked like should be potty training instead of asking to be a punching bag. Most human offspring thought about being fire fighters, police men, singers, or whatever the fuck else that didn't include being a killer android's toy. The kid though was smarter than the last two freaks who came into his dojo asking for training. Smirking at the kid's intelligence for going right for the sweet spot, he put his money back in his wallet. The ego stroking did the trick. It got him in a good mood.



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