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Post by Grisha on Oct 26, 2020 6:20:38 GMT -8
The Neverending BuffetAfter Tobias collected his suitcase of money, he, Mr. Flurry, the Saiyans, and the suits departed the underground fight club in search of a good buffet. It hadn’t taken them long for Tobias still had the magazine he had shown Grisha earlier. The restaurant was large, spacious and the food could be seen from the entranceway. A rectangle of multiple dishes, steaming and leaking their hunger-arousing perfume into the air, glowed before them beneath heat lamps. Grisha clenched his fists in excitement as drool started to drip from his mouth. “So much food!” he exclaimed. Tobias held his hand out to him. “Settle down, Big Guy. You and Cabin are going to sit over there (he pointed in the direction of a booth). I’ll make sure you two don’t even have to get up.” Grisha raced over to the booth and whirled around to wave at Cabin. “Come big brother!” He looked as happy as a kid in a toy store. All they needed was two barbaric Saiyans digging their hands into trays of food and contaminating them for the rest of the customers. Tobias wanted to somewhat control the feeding frenzy that was about to happen. The suits were gazing about the restaurant as though they had walked into a Taco King. They had been hoping for something classy or starred. There were people at the restaurant twice the width of the two Saiyans, totting equally obese kids. They weren’t even dressed in formalwear. They couldn’t tell if they were going to dinner or going to bed. Tobias turned to Mr. Flurry and the suits and pointed to another table, which was close enough so they could keep an eye on the Saiyans’ table. “We’ll sit there.” One of the suits seemed disappointed with the seating arrangement. “I was hoping to be able to talk to the fighters.” Tobias fanned his desire dismissively. “They’re going to be too busy stuffing their faces.” He then pointed a thumb at his chest proudly. “Just treat me like their manager. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” The suits glanced at each other briefly before deciding to follow Tobias over to a separate table. As they walked over, Tobias fanned over some waiters. At first, they were confused that he was fanning over more than one. He directed, “You four. Your job is to keep filling plates and adding them to that table over there where those big and little guys are. And you fours’ job is to make sure the table remains cleared of plates because they will stack up. Don’t let their appearances fool you. Those two can eat.” If Cabin was another Grisha, he didn’t doubt that he had a similar appetite. Tobias raised his brows and asked, “Got it?” The waiters were looking doubtful, but they nodded before they lazily went back to their posts. Tobias took a seat at the table with the rest of the group and smirked as he thought, They’ll learn.“All right; so tell me about this commercial,” Tobias said. He crossed his arms upon the table and leaned forward with interest. “Our boss has been planning a supplement commercial that he thinks your fighters are perfect for. I just need to ask some questions. How well can they speak in front of a camera?” Tobias sat back in his chair and sighed. Both Grisha and Cabin were awkward when it came to communication. “Well, Cabin speaks the best. Although, he has a strange way of talking. If you guys don’t mind his dialect, then I would make him the primary speaker.” “What about the big one?” “Ha! I wouldn’t rely on Grisha to memorize a script. He can’t even memorize the alphabet. If you give him a simple line to say, then he’ll manage.” Tobias blinked when he noticed the shocked looks on the suits’ faces. They were transfixed on the sight behind him. The appetites of two Saiyans. The waiters who had started placing plates and bowls on the table were frozen in awe. WC: 677 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 28, 2020 15:37:24 GMT -8
Cabin's eyes nearly popped out his head at the sight that laid before him. It may not have been a ritzy, high-class joint like the suits had in mind, but to a kid from a small mountain village always struggling for more, it was more than he could have imagined. This was how the Earthlings lived every day? When Tobias directed him towards a booth, all he could do was nod and comply, slack-jawed at the smells and flavors that filled the air. All of this was for them? Just for such an easy fight? "What is this wonderful place, brother?" He dutifully followed Grisha, who seemed to be experienced in this sort of thing, and sat more patiently at the table than one would think a Saiyan capable, but he was awestruck at the large amount of bowls and plates being loaded onto the table around them. As soon as the plates settled, Cabin dug into the closest one. He ate with furious precision, attacking each dish in succession and with surprisingly little mess. He was a solider after all, and one couldn't waste what meager rations you managed to bring or find on the way. But you also couldn't dawdle and take your time to eat sitting around a campfire, when at any moment you could be attacked or called to assist an attack. His hands moved in a near-blur as he quickly piled various meats and vegetables onto his plates, then just as quickly devouring it. No one really knew how Saiyans were able to eat so much. By all accounts, their physiology didn't seem to be too far from a Human Earthling, but they were known to be capable of consuming tens of thousands of calories in a single sitting if you let them. Their bodies just seemed to burn and store as fast as they ate. Cabin felt like he was the King this day and his servants were masters of their craft. As quickly as Grisha and Cabin would finish one meal, the waiters would sweep it up and replace it with another medley of food. He tried to thank them for their tireless work, but it only caused him to gag and spray them with half-eaten food instead. He took little heed of what the suits and Tobias spoke about, too lost in the trays of foods in front of him. He only looked over at him, smiled and waved, a distant thanks for introducing him to this beautiful place. ----- WC: 417
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Post by Grisha on Oct 29, 2020 13:39:23 GMT -8
The waiters were running back and forth between the Saiyans’ table and the buffet. They had not been expecting tonight to be a workout. Their faces were glistening with sweat. Some had to take a break to catch their breath and drink water. Some became so engrossed in the dinner service that they started yelling at the ones who were resting, commanding them to keep going like it was some game. The suits couldn’t look away. Tobias chuckled at their reaction. “I might get myself something before everything’s gone.” “They’re eating so much. How do they stay so fit?” one of the suits asked. “Those two have a high metabolism. As for how do they stay so fit, I wish I knew that secret myself.” Grisha had tunnel vision. He wasn’t even thinking. He was only acting. His stomach demanded to bed fed, and he fed the need. There was a plate on the table along with silverware and a cloth napkin. The giant hadn’t even registered their existence. He grasped a fluffy, golden roll, popping it into his mouth as he uttered a satisfied rumble from the sweet and buttery taste. He grasped a leg of chicken, feeding it into his mouth next. His teeth crunched through the porous bones as though they were crackers, consuming the cartilage and marrow. A plate of spaghetti was raised and the noodles were dumped into his maw. They fell like ropes against his chin, dripping tomato sauce down his chin and onto his chest before he slurped them up. The gorging continued, and the only ones affected were the other customers. They noticed trays were turning up empty, scraped clean of a single morsel. Customers started to stand around in anger as they had to wait for the cooks to catch up with the supply. One of the customers was gazing across the restaurant at the culprits. He was a large and rotund beastman who wore a pink pig mask. Two chutes of steam left the snout of the mask as the creature mused aloud, “This insatiable appetite…This restaurant stands no chance in the face of such gluttony.” Beneath the mask, the long face of a bovine stretched into a grin of greed. He needed customers like that, and he wondered if they could withstand his challenge. The bull slid from his booth, rising to a height that surpassed Grisha’s as a young bull long ago warned. He marched over to the Saiyan’s table, still wearing a grin beneath the rubbery pig mask that hid his face. It might have been odd to see a Toro wearing a pig mask, but it was part of his business. “This restaurant cannot keep up with your hunger, but mine can. I am Buta Toro, one of The Great Toro brothers. My brothers and I travel the world, seeking appetites like yours. We have been striving to create a menu that can satiate all creatures so that none shall walk away unsatisfied!” the bull announced. Grisha paused. A whole baked potato filled his cheeks when he looked at the bull that stood next to his and Cabin’s booth. Toro…His brows rose and he blinked his eyes as he suddenly remembered. “Cow!” Grisha blurted. Buta fell on his face with a crash before quickly righting himself. His fists were clenched in anger as he growled at the big Saiyan, “Are you blind!? I’m a bull!” He then remembered the pig mask on his face and blushed. Tapping his index fingers together, he further clarified, “Uh, ignoring the pig mask and all. The mask is part of my business. I’m a food vendor and my specialty is pork!” Grisha nodded happily. Now he knew for certain that this was one of the Toros on his list. “Grisha beat Niku! Beat Buta too.” “Hrm!?” Buta uttered in disbelief. “You know the name of my youngest brother and you say you have bested him?” Another blast of steam left the bull’s nostrils as a determined grin stretched across his face. “Now I am curious. You have aroused my interest, especially your bold declaration that you would even beat me. My dishes will put you in a coma before you reach their end.” Buta raised his mighty fist and clenched it dramatically. “Come; if you think you can win!” Grisha returned a determined grin and looked over at Cabin. “Big Brother; beat cow with Grisha!” Buta punched the top of the table, making the dishware jump as he roared, “I’M A BULL!” It seemed all of the Toros had tempers. Typical of bulls. If Cabin agreed, then they would leave the restaurant while Tobias and Mr. Flurry were occupied with the suits to wander a few blocks down to a ramen-style vendor shop. WC: 793 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Nov 7, 2020 18:50:16 GMT -8
Cabin swept through the plates sat before him, giving the poor restaurant workers more than they had signed up for. He popped the buckle on his armor and slumped in his chair for a moment. His peaceful moment was interrupted by thundering foot steps, shaking him out of his digestion slumber. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, until the bull's bursts of nostril air ruffled his hair. "What's so special about your food, hm? I fail to see how one could top this... cornucopia." He wiped the drool forming at the corner of his mouth and listened to the bull describe the dishes the bull had planned for them. Cabin leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. He enjoyed a good challenge, especially when it came to food, and this new stranger's 'call to adventure' seemed familiar to Grisha, who even claimed to have bested others. Cabin nodded and gave his cheerful agreement. He stood up and gave Grisha a friendly slap on the back(or as high as he could reach, at least) "You sure know some strange Earthlings, brother."He followed the two for a bit and when they stopped at the bull's eatery, Cabin couldn't help but bring up a concern he had; "Say Bull Buta, what is the catch, as Earthlings say? I can't help but think there is something more to this.
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Post by Grisha on Nov 8, 2020 17:28:50 GMT -8
Grisha was seated happily upon a stool, resting his hands upon his hips as he puffed his chest out in determination. Cabin was asking all of the intelligent questions. It made Buta arch a brow before a smirk cocked on his face. “A catch? There is no catch, but my shop does have a policy and that’s not to waste food. Whatever you two don’t eat, you’ll pay for,” Buta informed. “Sounds fair? But seeing how you two warriors have come to my restaurant, you must be certain in your abilities to win.” Grisha gave a confident nod and slapped his hard stomach. “Win! No waste food!” Buta closed his eyes, resting his fists upon his hips, and nodded. “That’s what I want to hear.” The bull turned, grasping a green curtain that veiled the back of his shop. “Behold!” he announced as he slid it to the side to reveal a giant, roasted pig. The pig was skewered and turning over a bonfire. Its skin had bronzed and glistened with the fat that sweated through its pores. Grisha’s eyes swelled to the size of saucers at the sight of it. It looked so divine, but it reminded him of the snow boars from home. Buta held out his hand in presentation. “This is a giant boar. I have been cooking it since this morning, and if I hadn’t stopped to get a bite, then I might have taken a bite of this. Ha, ha! Inside the boar is a dense stuffing that has felled many a challenger.” A nefarious shadow fell over the bull’s eyes as his grin stretched sinisterly on his face. He spread his arms before the two Saiyans and exuberantly exclaimed, “You have to eat the pig and make it through the stuffing. If you want to turn back, then turn back now! No one has ever defeated me and my pig! That is why I am The Great Buta, King of Pork! Do you still dare to challenge me? I know you two must be about full after that feast. You must be nervous! But do not fear, speak! Admit your defeat now and I shall let you leave! HA, HA, HA, HA!” Grisha gave the laughing bull a narrow-eyed stare. Was he serious? The cow dared to challenge a Saiyan and expect them to turn tail? Grisha wasn’t exactly thinking about Saiyan pride. He felt pride, but it wasn’t because he was a Saiyan. He felt pride because there had yet to be something he couldn’t eat. Grisha arched a lip and uttered a dismissive Psh!The giant Saiyan stood and growled, “Grisha eat pig now.” Buta stepped over to the counter and rested his hands upon Grisha’s shoulders, urging him to sit. “Wait, wait, wait!” He couldn’t believe the Saiyan hadn’t turned tail like he thought he and the little guy would. Grisha irritably sat down as Buta explained to him and Cabin, “I am a chef. Do you think I would let you eat my pig bare-handed like barbarians? That is not the Toro way. I will serve this pig to you in a dish. My first dish is Tonkotsu ramen with chashu pork!” It was then revealed—probably to only Cabin—what the real catch was. It wasn’t that people had to pay for any food they wasted. Grisha and him probably could have eaten the boar and stuffing within if that was all they were being served, but Buta was serving the pork as different entrees. The extra food being paired with it was probably what made many challengers fail. WC: 598 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Nov 12, 2020 13:24:11 GMT -8
Cabin's jaw dropped at the size of the cooked pig, and he took as deep a breathe as he could manage to bring as much of the delectable smell as he could. "Hey, wait! Save some of that juicy pork for your Big Brother!"[/font] Cabin shouted, reaching across the table towards the simmering pork before him. A sharp sting in his hand stopped him in his tracks, and the pig-masked Buta snorted air through is large nostrils. With the flair of a celebrity chef, he presented the first ramen course while Cabin mumbled a curse under his breath and the bull-man slapped a set of utensils down next to each of the challengers. "Tonkotsu Ramen with Chashu Pork! This will be your first challenge!" Buta slammed his hand against the counter to signal the start, and Cabin immediately set into work. With a mighty twist and a deep pull from the pits of his stomach, he slurped nearly all of the noodles down in a single go. With a flick of his wrist, he next piled all the vegetables and pork into his mouth and washed it down with the soup base. Almost daintily, Cabin picked up his half of the boiled egg and popped it into his mouth with a smile, "A delicious course but where is the challenge, cow-man?"Buta's nostrils flared again, and he disappeared behind the counter for a moment. When he emerged, a flurry of pork, sauces and vegetables flew through the air and land onto a large, flat-top grill. With great precision, he tossed the ingredients into the air and produced a large cleaver knife to slice and dice. He produced a bowl of a creamy white sauce, which he caught falling parsley flakes in before putting it over the grill. Thick slices of pork fell gracefully towards the grill, which were struck with clouds of seasoning before lightly frying as Buta moved onto his next ingredient. "Do not worry! Each dish will be all the more fulfilling and delicious than the last!" Buta cried as he tossed a handful of potatoes into the air. With a hum, he cut them in half, and with the flat side of the cleaver, he knocked them away, bouncing off the grill into a waiting pot of boiling water. With a small amount of downtime, he lightly patted his head with a cloth, making sure to check temperatures and flip all the cooking food. With a mighty battle cry, two plates flew from the kitchen to land on the counter in front of Cabin and Grisha, quickly followed by a medley of potatoes, fried pork, and parsley. The entire dish landed gracefully on the plate, and Buta lightly poured the creamy white sauce of the entire entree. "Behold! Roast Pork with Parsley Sauce!"
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Post by Grisha on Nov 12, 2020 14:29:58 GMT -8
If Buta hadn’t sat Grisha back down, he would have probably left his big brother nothing. The ramen bowl was big—fit for a Saiyan. Grisha didn’t bother with the utensils. He raised the bowl to his lips and started slurping down noodles and broth. The remaining ingredients were shaken and tipped into his mouth before he closed it and uttered a satisfied hum. Grisha heard Cabin’s taunt and grinned before he set down his bowl and raised his fist. He echoed, “Where!?” He grinned, seeing the cow become agitated while he started to serve up the next course. There was roast pork with parsley sauce, garlic ginger sticky pork on rice, mustard glazed pork chops, pork sandwiches, pork ravioli, and hot and spicy pork. After finishing the last meal before Buta served the next one, Grisha noticed the giant pig looked almost finished, but they hadn’t even gotten to the stuffing yet. He glanced down at his stomach, which was looking a little tight, and then looked at Cabin, wondering how the little Saiyan was doing. He leaned over to whisper to him, Cow cheat. Look pig.With Buta making those various dishes, the pig should have been finished. Grisha, however, wasn’t about to let Buta have the satisfaction of seeing him sweat. The Toro was a cheater, and he was determined to beat him no matter how full he got. Every time Buta turned away to start cooking, those few minutes of break allowed his hyper metabolism to catch up a little, but the food he was serving with the pig was filling. WC: 264 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Nov 20, 2020 12:49:16 GMT -8
Cabin leaned back on the stool, patting his quickly-filling stomach. Each dish truly was better than the last, and Buta had shown true genius when it came to cooking pork. The dishes were filled as quickly as they could eat them as the pig grew smaller, Grisha had leaned over and pointed out the still abundant stuffing on the table. Cabin let out a sigh, and desperately began turning the creaky wheels in his head. Just as he finished his last dish, he let out a loud burp and stood up from his stool. He let his tail flick out behind him and grounded himself, fists clenched at his side. While Buta finished preparing the course for all the stuffing, Cabin concentrated on the ki swirling inside him. He let his aura flare out with a scream, startling Buta and other passerby and kicking up dirt and light debris into the air. The Saiyan hyper-metabolism let them quickly regain lost stamina and ki, and Cabin figured, why not burn some of it off? He powered up higher and higher, feeling his body getting lighter in the process. Behind the scenes, Buta laid out a medley of boiled vegetables, mashed potatoes, and the last thick slices of ham around the massive pile of stuffing before pouring a heap of gravy over the entire dish. He muttered something under his breath about the dramatics of Saiyans then loudly cleared his throat to get the two's attention once again. "You're final course! A veritable autumnal feast!" With that he bowed, and retreated behind the grills once again. For one of the only times in his life, Cabin was intimidated by food. The last course seemed to equal the proportions of nearly all their other courses combined, and Cabin couldn't help but nervously swallow. He had burned off a considerable amount of energy for just manipulating his ki, but this feast was still daunting even between the two of them.
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Post by Grisha on Nov 20, 2020 16:56:31 GMT -8
Cabin said nothing. The whole situation frustrated Grisha. Competing no longer felt fun, and the Saiyan deep down wanted to quit. He wanted to quit not because he couldn’t handle all of the food. He wanted to quit because he didn’t like how dirty the game was. It hadn’t been honest one bit. The giant was scowling at Buta’s back, his nose wrinkling like a lion’s. It was Cabin’s belch that caused him to look the young Saiyan’s way. When he abandoned his seat, Grisha thought at first the little Saiyan had quit. He instead did something amazing. He started to scream, and for some reason in that scream, Grisha felt every hair on his body raise along with the debris caught in Cabin’s surging aura. It surprised Grisha. What was that? There was a heavy thump on the counter and Grisha looked away from Cabin to stare in restrained horror at the slabs of ham, laying over the dense stuffing, which soaked up the gravy like a sponge. Never would he have ever imagined the day that food, one of his true loves, would ever scare him. Grisha felt like a feeble warrior standing before an immense foe. It almost shattered his spirit. A shadow fell over Grisha’s face as he felt Buta’s eyes on him. He was like a demon, searching his face for weakness. He wanted to see him sweat and break. Grisha felt close, but he hadn’t come this far for no reason. He hadn’t told the cow to his face that he would beat him and go back on his word. A sound interrupted Grisha’s thoughts. The giant peered out of the corners of his eyes at Cabin, and he could see his apprehension. The corner of Grisha’s lip cocked in anger. This was so stupid. This was not the time to be thinking about manners. This was not the time to enjoy and savor food. They had already done that. In order to beat Buta, they just had to eat. His lips rolled back, and it was the giant’s turn to bellow. After raising his spirits with a war cry, Grisha leaned forward and dove right into the dish face and all. The action had stunned and even frightened Buta into stumbling back. Grisha didn’t savor or taste his food. He ate. He chomped down cheekfuls of vegetables, mashed potatoes, while gravy covered his face in manners that would have made both Lena and Tobias disown him. He just swallowed down his food, practically inhaling it until one slab of ham was left. Grisha reared back with the pink slab slapping against his chest and neck, dripping with gravy and bits of potato. Tears beaded in the corners of Grisha’s eyes as he kept them clenched. He raised his fists as he tipped his head back, slurping up the chewy piece of protein. Buta actually emerged from behind the grills to watch in slack jawed awe. Choke; vomit; faint! the Toro prayed. He could see Grisha was struggling with it. Grisha’s eyes opened and they were glowing as though he were activating zenkai to survive this final bout. The last bit of ham disappeared behind his lips. His cheeks were still the size of softballs. Swallow. Swallow! Tears were spilling from his eyes as his stomach yelled, Overcapacity!, while his brain shouted, GULP IT DOWN! Grisha’s gulp was loud and heavy. The Toro grasped a counter to keep from dropping to his knees in defeat. Grisha abruptly rose to his feet and raised his fists as he roared his victory, “RAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” He looked a mess and Lena would have screamed at him, but she didn’t matter! For in that moment, Grisha felt like a champion. Buta trembled as though he had taken a crippling blow. He glanced over at Cabin and slowly hope, sinisterly twinkled in his eyes. He interrupted Grisha’s cheering. “IT’S NOT OVER! YOUR LITTLE FRIEND STILL HAS TO FINISH HIS PORTION! UNTIL THEN, I AM STILL UNDEFEATED! HA, HA, HA, HA!” Grisha blinked and looked over at Cabin in concern. The dish looked bigger than him. Grisha probably could have folded the small Saiyan up and laid him on the plate like a stuffed pig. If Cabin couldn’t finish his portion…Grisha felt cold dread creeping up on him. Would he be able to finish it for him if it came to that? Grisha peered down at his gut. He was full. He couldn’t fit anymore—not for a while. If Cabin ate slow enough, it could have given him time to digest. There wasn’t a timer. However; if he did take too long then the food would grow cold and not be as appetizing—but who was savoring it!? Clenching his fists in determination, Grisha showed Cabin that he had faith in him. “BIG BROTHER BEAT COW!” WC: 805 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Nov 24, 2020 17:50:18 GMT -8
Cabin was taken aback by the pure fury of Grisha's eating and though he would never admit it, he had twinges of doubt in his ability to finish this meal. He had a hearty appetite, even for a Saiyan of his size, but there was no way he could match the bottomless pit that was the giant sitting next to him. While Grisha tore through his portion, the wheels were turning in Cabin's head and he began cutting the thick slices of pork into smaller, more manageable pieces. He then took the pork and began rolling them into the stuffing and forming little balls. By the time Grisha had finished his portion, Cabin had a nice little pile of pork-stuffing balls on his plate and he was carefully pouring the gravy into a large pitcher. As Grisha neared the end of his feast, Cabin began to cheer him on, seeing that he was clearly struggling. "You've got this, brother! Show this cow-man that no meal is enough for a Saiyan!" Still amazed by the sheer portions of food Grisha was able to consume in one gulp, Cabin steeled himself for his challenge. Grisha's triumphant roar was Cabin's signal, and his system was simple. Stuff a couple of pork-stuffing balls into his mouth, rinse it down with a gulp of gravy, repeat. The small amount of time spent preparing the food and cheering on Grisha had given his metabolism a chance to kick in, and he had burned of a considerable amount of calories just powering up his ki, but he was starting to feel more confident in finishing this challenge. The pile was getting smaller, though it was not nearly as fast a process as Grisha's. His armor was getting tighter, but still the pile of pork-stuffing balls got smaller. With a dramatic flair, as if to rub it in Buta's face for doubting the two Saiyans, Cabin took the last pork-stuffing ball and dipped it excruciatingly slowly into the last of the gravy, making sure to let it soak up as much of the juices as possible. He popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly as well, and being surprised at the excellent flavor. In all his haste to beat this challenge with Grisha, he had stopped tasting much of the food and this was probably the first time since they started that he had taken the time to appreciate the flavor. Cabin raised both fists into the air and gave a cheer, "Take that, cow-man! Nothing can beat a Saiyan!" He then turned to Grisha and offered him a fist-bump, "Your appetite is legendary, Giant Brother! This day belongs to you."Cabin released a deep and hearty burp, chuckling to himself as he grabbed a napkin and began wiping himself away, but stopped with a sigh when he realized his armor had been stained by the various greases and juices of the feast, "Perhaps that nice Earth-man can get his friends to buy me a new one, eh? ------ WC: 500 Tag: Grisha
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Post by Grisha on Nov 26, 2020 6:29:25 GMT -8
Grisha roared in celebration with Cabin, while Buta dropped to his knees in despair. He couldn’t believe it. What did this mean? Would he have to reform his menu? He didn’t think anyone could ever beat his challenge the first time he crafted it. Grisha had just finished fist-bumping Cabin with a thunderous punch when Buta recovered to his feet. The bull looked as though he had lost some spirit. He looked exhausted and completely wrung dry. “You both won fair and square,” Buta admitted. He grabbed his pig mask and removed it from his head, handing it to Grisha. “That is my prized possession. If you show that to any of my brothers, then they will know you have defeated me.” Grisha happily took it. As stupid as the mask seemed, the giant Saiyan saw it as an actual prize. There was only one Toro Brother left. It got him excited, and he wondered when he’ll encounter him. Without showing sympathy to Buta, Grisha turned his thumb down to the bull and declared, “Saiyan always win!” The bull’s nostrils flared as he shot steam from them. “Is that right?” he growled. “I’ll reform my menu. Just you two wait, and not even a Saiyan will defeat me! So be sure to come back once I have it finished!” Grisha chuckled at the cow. He enjoyed riling him up. “Grisha return. Beat cow face again.” “I’M A BULL YOU IMBECILE!” he screamed. When Cabin told Grisha about his ruined armor, Grisha nodded. “New armor best. Let’s go.” While Grisha walked off with Cabin to return to the restaurant, Buta shouted furiously at their backs, “JUST YOU WAIT! YOU WON’T SEE THE LAST OF BUTA TORO! YOU BETTER BE READY!” Meanwhile, at the Endless Buffet, Tobias was sweating bullets. Grisha and Cabin had mysteriously disappeared. The two suits wanting to sign a commercial contract were waiting for them to show. Tobias had to keep convincing them that the Saiyans hadn’t vanished, while appearing calm and collected, but inside he was having a breakdown. Where had they gone!? He thought for sure the buffet would have kept them planted in their seats. He glanced back at where he last saw them, and saw that there was already a new couple seated there. When he glanced toward the restaurant entrance, his face lit up when he saw them returning, and then it froze completely when he saw the stupid pig mask Grisha was wearing and they both looked like they had eaten a village. Tobias suddenly pointed across the buffet away from the entrance. “WOW! LOOK AT THAT GUY!” When the suits turned their heads, Tobias quickly ordered to Mr. Flurry, Distract them! before he darted from his seat. Tobias swung his arms in a full sprint toward the two Saiyans. The closer he got to them, the more he felt his face burning hot, flushing red. He was enraged. When Tobias finally came in proximity of the two, he jumped into the air with an angry bellow and kicked out both of his feet toward their full bellies. Grisha staggered backward, back out the restaurant door, doing his best to not vomit up his dinner. A hand clapped over his mouth as he forced his meal back down. Tobias stood outside the restaurant, screaming at both Saiyans. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” he screamed, pointing at their bellies. He snagged both of them by their shoulders—Grisha’s while he was hunched over—his hands trembling in anger. “I’m trying to sign a contract that could be worth millions of zeni for two martial arts fighters, and you two come walking in here looking like slobs! Where have you two even been? I told you to sit at the booth and to not go anywhere, and then you two disappear! They were about ready to close the deal, and here I find you both, looking like this. They can’t see you like this! And Grisha, WHAT IS THAT STUPID MASK!?” Grisha smiled sheepishly at Tobias. “Big Brother and Grisha beat cow.” Tobias’s right eye twitched. “Beat? A cow? What? DID YOU TWO EAT IT?!” The man started laughing and Tobias’s behavior actually disturbed Grisha. He had never seen Tobias so crazed, but then again, when was Tobias ever offered a million zeni contract? Tobias had tears spilling from his eyes. “Ha, ha, ha! If I lose this contract…I will kill both of you. I don’t know how…but I will find a way.” “But…Lena…” Grisha began. “BUT LENA WHAT? SHE ISN’T HERE. SHE WON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IF I MAKE YOU TWO DISAPPEAR! DON’T RUIN THIS FOR ME!” WC: 772 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Nov 28, 2020 17:05:51 GMT -8
"We Saiyans will conquer any challenge you throw at us! Never underestimate a Saiyan, Bull Buta!" Cabin cheered, bumping his fist against Grisha's massive balled hand.Though he wouldn't admit it, the giant's fist bump definitely left him stinging but the adrenaline of their victory steeled his nerves and he showed no sign of pain and instead gave another cheer. The walk back to the buffet was well-earned and very much needed. Cabin strode proudly down the street, gut hanging out and his armor splattered with stains. He was rather attached to the design, but after witnessing the more modern materials in the world, he was ready for an upgrade. He was lost in his musings when they finally came to the buffet and entered. Tobias' fury, for not being a Saiyan, was something to behold and he came at the two with fire in his eyes. "Worry not, Earth-ma... Err, Tobias. We have acquired a meal from the cow-man Buta Toro. Quite a fellow. Cabin had never felt heavier in his life, and looking down at his stomach, he couldn't help but feel maybe they had pushed it a bit too far. There was not doubt such a feat would result in a significant bulk-up on his part, but he felt like a ship anchor and a thin layer of sweat seemed permanently plastered on his forehead. It was a good opportunity to upgrade his outfit in the mean time, "The good news is, your friends in suits can purchase me new armor instead of a feast. I should think I'm satisfied for a few hours at least.""I'll have you know, we feasted on the flesh of a pig, the cow was the one who prepared o--" He was taken aback by the verbal lashing unleashed against Grisha and he almost felt sorry for the massive Saiyan. He thought to comment on his threat, but decided it better to not throw more fuel on this fire. After all, he was right: they had abandoned their posts. With a short, curt bow, Cabin did something he rarely did; apologized, "I am sorry, Earth-man Tobias. It was not my intention to ruin this 'contract' of yours. How do we complete this 'contract'?" He couldn't barely read and write but his name was one thing he could sign. Well, it was more of a scrawl unique to him than his actual name, but it should work well enough.
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Post by Grisha on Dec 2, 2020 10:09:01 GMT -8
Tobias crossed his arms and mused. They didn’t have time. The suits couldn’t see two fat Saiyans. They had been attracted to their inhumanly fit physiques. Tobias’s blond brows rose when he heard an intestinal rumble. He glanced at Grisha’s round belly and watched as it shrank a few inches. The man’s mouth fell open. Grisha blushed and grinned proudly as he patted his belly. “Burn fast,” he explained. Tobias looked between Grisha and Cabin. “You both have crazy metabolisms. How much time do you need to be fully digested?” Grisha frowned in contemplation as he kept his hands rested on his tummy. He was internally examining his guts. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils until his chest expanded, and then his cheeks inflated with gas. A loud heavy belch exploded passed Grisha’s lips. Tobias’s eyes squinted as he felt the hot gas burn his eyes and spittle splatter his cheeks. It forced him to quickly step backwards. The belch had shrank his stomach some, and then Grisha leaned some to his left, lifting his right leg slightly as he forced out (thankfully away from Cabin) an abrupt blare of a fart. The Saiyan smiled in relief as he expelled the pent up gas that thinned into a shrill whine before he was finished. Tobias had his hands clapped over his nose and was staring at Grisha in horror as the giant straightened. His eyes grew even larger when he saw that Grisha’s pot belly was gone and was once again a wall of hardened abs. Grisha proudly grinned and slapped his hard stomach. “Grisha ready to eat!” “YOU ARE DONE EATING, YOU NEANDERTHAL!” Tobias shouted. He couldn’t believe what he had just saw, heard, and smelled. All of his senses had been assaulted. Grisha wasn’t an issue anymore, however, but if he caught him sneaking a bite to eat, he was going to kill him. Keeping a hand clapped over his nose, Tobias pointed at the giant. “You are no longer allowed to eat until we get back. Understand?” Grisha was laughing and fanning the rank smell with his hand. “Okay!” Tobias then regarded Cabin. “I will see if they can get you some new armor, but do you think you can just tighten your belt some?” He didn't know if he could handle another Saiyan blast. WC: 388 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Dec 5, 2020 9:30:41 GMT -8
Cabin turned up his nose at the sound and smell that bellowed multiple times from the giant beside him. He would never think to put another Saiyan down for something so bestial, but the least Grisha could have done was give them both a warning. He could feel his nose hairs burning and tears welled up in his eyes from.
"Giant Brother, could you not warn us first?" Cabin asked, waving a hand in front of his face with a chuckle, "Perhaps Grisha needs new armor now as well." It did little to dissipate the thick fog from Grisha and Cabin began looking around for an open window just in case. The buffet workers around them quickly began open the nearby doors and windows, fan the air with menus and whatever was at hand while apologizing profusely to irate customers over the disturbance.
When Tobias addressed Cabin directly, he looked down and patted his slightly distended stomach, "I fear I won't be able to match Grisha's might, but worry not, I have my ways." Cabin centered himself, taking a deep breath to calm his mind... But instead he retched as his nostril's took in an extra helping of the stink still in the air. "Apologies.."Cabin straightened himself up and restarted the process. He centered himself again, but before taking a breathe, he pushed his ki outward to act as a shell, then took his breath before dissipating the shell. The air around him began to swirl, and those with the knowledge of or ability to see ki would know he was repeating his feat from the pork shop, mixing his internal ki with his stamina and burning it away in order to throw his metabolism into overdrive. The strain to keep his aura in check and not create a storm of chaos in the room was, this time at least, a great boon and further helped to burn away his excess calories. A small gust of wind emanated from him as he broke of the cycle, and he proudly smiled at Tobias.
He had understood what Tobias wanted through context clues, but the turn of phrase was still new to him, "Why should I need a belt, Tobias? I have no need for one when I have a tail." He solidified his misunderstanding of Tobias' phrase by flicking his tail out then wrapping it tightly around his waist for Tobias to see.
----- WC: 404[/b][/font]
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Post by Grisha on Dec 21, 2020 20:38:11 GMT -8
Grisha and Tobias both watched the little Saiyan perform his fat burning trick. The giant watched in amazement Cabin slim down. “Woah! How Big Brother small again?” he asked in astonishment. Tobias sighed and rested his hands upon his hips. “If only you could teach this oaf how to do that, then I wouldn’t have to put up with all of his gas.” When Cabin asked him about the belt, he watched him secure his tail around his waist. Rolling his eyes, he fanned dismissively at him. “Don’t worry about it. Great. You two look like your old selves. Let’s quickly get you two over to the table so we can complete the deal, and then we can finally be on our way.” Tobias returned to the suits grinning happily. “They’re here. They just went outside for some fresh air, ha, ha!” The suits’ expressions were unreadable behind their sunglasses. Their heads turned from Tobias to Grisha and Cabin before they nodded. They rose from their seat and the blond one approached Tobias and instructed, “Bring them tomorrow to Power Tower. We’ll start recording the commercial at 0800 in the morning.” Tobias’s eyes widened in nervousness. Tomorrow? If they didn’t go home tonight, Lena was going to be worried. As though his conscience were flesh and blood, Grisha blinked and said, “Tomorrow? Tobias return toni-” Tobias sprang in front of Grisha with his arms spread as though to hide him—hopelessly. “EXCELLENT! We’ll be there!” The suits could have been giving Tobias an awkward stare before they took their leave. As soon as they were far enough away to be out of ear shot, he whirled around to face Grisha and exclaimed, “I know! Lena is going to be so mad that we didn’t return home. But this is for a good cause! We’ll have money!” Grisha crossed his arms before his chest and just glared down at Tobias in disappointment. He didn’t quite understand what was going on, and why they had to be at Power Tower so early in the morning. What Grisha did know was that if they didn’t return home that night, Lena was going to be upset. She was going to think that he and Tobias were up to no good. “Come on Grisha. Cabin wants to do the commercial,” he tried to persuade. Grisha’s eyes rolled over to Cabin and he arched a brow at him. He was curious what his opinion was. WC: 408 Tag: Cabin
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