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Post by Renkon on Sept 16, 2022 14:32:16 GMT -8
After the arena event with Zukkah, he knew he needed to get stronger. While he had fairly easily over powered his foe, it only told him about the massive gaps in power their might be. He frowned a bit, leaning against the wall for the Muscle Fuel Gym. He had not really known what he was getting into when he handed over the money to that man, but from all he had learned, this was a good place to get some training in. They had the equipment needed to really push his abilities to the next level, so this was the perfect chance to really get some good training in. With Zukkah, it would also motivate him to become better as well, at least Renkon hoped that was the case. The man was in some serious need of guidance and help, and Renkon was more than willing to provide for that. He was already teaching one Saiyan the old ways of the spirit, why not help another find purpose in mind and body as well?
Resting against the brickwork, Renkon went over the battle in his mind, again and again. He kept his eyes closed as he let his sense wander, his mind focused on the task at hand. Seeing where he could have improved everything and become better at his fighting style. He was still slow, he needed to work on that. He was durable in his energy enough to not worry about most attacks when he was able to slap them aside with his power. His blade needed more refining, though it was a well honed tool as well, he knew he could make it far better. All in all, he needed to find ways to make himself stronger, and a training partner was a good way to go about it. If he could motivate Zukkah, it would keep him motivated as well, and they could push forwards at a fair pace. He had seen some of the results of training, far better than simply waiting for a battle now. He had seen people walking in and out of the gym, some of them looked to be working off weight, others seemed to be attempting to put it on. Either way, they had their own motivations and goals.
His motivation was simply to be seen as a person across the world, aiming to reunite his crew and find out what had happened to them. He wanted nothing more than to simply see them all again and make sure they were alright. He was hoping his fame would spread far and wide, but for that, he needed to get strong. He needed to be powerful enough to be seen across the world and beyond, for his very image to be spread into space itself in case they weren't on this world. He pushed off the bricks, standing at his full height as a familiar energy started to approach. Renkon didn't know what kind of shape he was going to be in, but it didn't matter, he was going to make sure they got the work out of their lives.
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 17, 2022 15:29:42 GMT -8
Once Zukkah obtained the reward from the tournament with his partner Renkon, he knew that there was room for improvement. His opponents put up a fight against him, which meant that the saiyan was weak and needed to reach a new level of power in order to achieve any type of happiness. Renkon was clearly stronger than him and had control over his power to where Zukk was just the opposite. This caused the saiyan to think of how he could learn to control his power, so he gathered his sword and strapped it across his back with a sheath. Zukkah was now on his way in search of Renkon for answers.
As the saiyan left the bar behind with his close friend, Zukkah pushed off the ground and flew off into the sky above. Once again, the saiyan had many questions that needed answered and as for now Renkon was the only one he knew that could possibly help him. The drinking had slowed down tremendously since the other night, but with times like this Zukk was nervous and had no other way of numbing out that emotion other than an ice cold drink. So he pulled the flask from his sash and began to swig from it slowly while continuing to cruise through the air above the small city.
It didn’t take long for the shirtless saiyan to track down Renkon, as he was sensing the man’s current location just by feeling out the energy Renkon had given out at any time. Unless he was shielding his own energy, then he wouldn’t be able to track him down, but that did not seem to be the case for the time being. With the small city down below, Zukkah began to descend from the sky and head down towards the park across the street from the building Renkon was located. As his feet touched the ground softly, he crossed his arms against his chest and began to step forward.
When Zukk made it across the street, he stepped into the Gym and looked around to see people working out. The humans had their own style of working out and it was nothing like Zukk was used to, but some of the stuff seemed pretty useful to him. His attention quickly snapped to the corner of the Gym where Renkon was currently leaning against the wall. With a soft nod of his head, the saiyan stepped forward once more and made his way towards the tall saiyan warrior. Just as he closed the distance, Zukk gave the man a respectful bow before speaking. "Just the saiyan I was looking for.." He said with a smirk stretching across his face. The shirtless saiyan put the flask back in his sash while waiting for Renkon to say something.
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Post by Renkon on Sept 18, 2022 11:21:14 GMT -8
Renkon was slowly starting to understand the ways of energy sensing. He was glad of his lack of a scouter as well, it meant he needed to adapt to survive, which he was pretty good at to start with. Zukkah was nearly to him, and he waited for a moment before finally speaking as he let his senses finally return to him. "Indeed. Good to see you again Zukkah. Welcome to the Muscle Fuel Gym. It wasn't long after I got here that I met the owner of it. It was a good investment for what I could provide. They have plenty of equipment here as well, designed to handle our abilities and body type for training." He offered, motioning to the equipment itself. He let his power loose and slammed a fist into a punching bag that didn't just explode into strips of cloth and leather. He lowered his hand and his power was suppressed as well when he did it, returning to a lower level for resting.
"The way I figure it, we worked well as a team, but we both need to improve. It took us longer to defeat those lizard men than I had expected, so..." He gave a soft shrug. "I feel it was the spirits way of telling me that I needed to become stronger. From what I have seen... I am on the lower end of power, and I would rather fix that if possible. Despite the muscles, I am sure a good work out would do you good as well, don't you agree?" He asked, looking at the other Saiyan. He had seen what happened to other Saiyans when they lost motivation, drive, lost their warrior's edge. Zukkah had gone through something if he was drinking as much as he said he was at the battleground. This could be a dangerous slope if not dealt with soon.
"The main objective of this training I think should be to get us a good baseline. If we can figure out what each others strengths and weaknesses are, we can see about really fixing those and shoring up the weaknesses. I am sure you are familiar with the basic combat training done on Planet Vegeta back in the day?" He asked, looking at Zukkah for a moment, willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Incase you are rusty on this however, the first part is usually to assess what your main skills are. Physical strength, energy use, the like." He offered, walking towards one of the training dummies. Renkon proceeded to go through an ancient combat form set, a quick set of physical and energy strikes against the dummy, it was still standing, as he was holding back pretty far, but the attacks would have stung against a normal target. "The only drawback to this world is the greatly reduced gravity. I miss Planet Vegeta."
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 18, 2022 15:00:10 GMT -8
When Zukkah raised from the bow to his comrade, Renkon began to speak, explaining to him about the gear and how it would easily hold up to their type of training. As the tall saiyan gave a quick demonstration of his word, the bag moved as if a mere human took a swing at it. At first, Zukkah was surprised to see they had such gear which could withstand the relentless training of saiyans and others who possess a strange amount of power. Either way, Zukkah was now intrigued with what kind of power he could obtain during his time with Renkon. "I hope the walls are reinforced enough to withstand the power of our Ki. It is something I have been learning to control more as of late, but the main reason why I came here was because of you. You seem to have such great control of yourself with all that power. I on the other hand am blinded by rage and other emotions." He spoke in a soft tone as he stood in the same spot for the time being.
It was after Zukkah spoke, Renkon had brought up the fact that the two could use some training. Without even hesitating the shirtless warrior began to nod his head in agreement without replying to his words. He let Renkon continue on about figuring out their strengths and weaknesses, then he was hit with a question from the saiyan about their homeworld. "I am not like you, Renkon. I was born here on this planet from ancestors of those back on our homeworld. When I heard you were from there, I knew that training with you was needed." He replied with a serious expression on his face. Zukkah was still very curious about Renkon and his past but that was a conversation for another time, since the pair of saiyans would be spending a lot more time together to train their ass’s off.
The saiyan began to look around the room at all the machines and weights that were in use, while many more were not being used at the time. The saiyan had seen the humans workout this way but it was not his style because he was more of a man of conflict. His attention then turned back to Renkon with a slight smile forming. "You will have to show me how this actually gives us more power. I was a criminal before, so I spent most of my life hiding or on the run. Everything changed when I was thrown in the slammer, but to my luck I was given another chance to change my lifestyle. And the only way I have been able to cope with any of that.." He paused and pulled the flask free once more to show it to Renkon before speaking again. "The liquor, it helps drown out the thoughts of what truly burns through my mind. Which is pure rage and hatred." He admitted to the saiyan before him.
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Post by Renkon on Sept 19, 2022 0:34:21 GMT -8
This gave Renkon a bit of pause. Zukkah had done something, he never described what, but he had been placed within an Earth prison for a short time. Interesting. That didn't matter, what did matter was the fact he had enough control to simply not smash down the walls and walk free. Renkon gave a soft nod and smirked a bit. "I see. With you being from Earth it does make it so I can take us back to very basics. Your rage and hate are not something to be crushed, but something to be controlled. Our power comes from within, our emotions and our biology. We are built for battle, we are built for war, and our emotions are what give us an edge, so long as we use them properly." He said, nodding his head and starting to stretch a little bit, taking off the bit of armor he wore and placing it on a rack for personal items.
"You might not be like me in terms of the past, but we are the same at the core." He said, popping his neck. "You showed restraint when you didn't tear the walls down around you in that cell. You showed restraint enough to start a new life, to trust your liquor to keep things in check. Now I shall teach you a new way, and in my mind, a better way." He walked to the training dummy, motioning for Zukkah to take a place next to one that was next to this one. "Rage and hate, when tempered and focused, become ferocity and ruthlessness. When I was part of the Saiyan Tuffle war, this is what kept me going. Stand next to the training dummy, let your power free, and follow my motions." Renkon waited for Zukkah to get into place before starting.
It was a simple set, at first, strikes hitting vital locations, followed by a basic energy blast at point blank range, hitting the body in a way to make it easier to combo into. Each strike was to aimed to cause maximum damage with minimal effort, but it was also designed to forced newer trainees to reach their limits quickly, be it the hold they have over their emotions, their energy limit, the ability to react, and everything else. Renkon was good at this, having boundless energy and simply feeling... So much more than he had a few days ago. The little bit of work out time he had done in that arena felt like breaking his limits all over again. His power was greater than before, and he was not holding back the raw power of the strikes he was delivering. The training dummy, for its part, was holding up just fine, all the attacks landing on it making it rock slightly each time. Renkon watched from the corner of his eye, taking Zukkah through this basic training game, trying to gauge more and more of his partner's power, what he could do and where he might be lacking. It was about control at the moment now.
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Post by Zukkah on Sept 24, 2022 8:59:26 GMT -8
As the tall saiyan warrior began to speak, Zukkah slowly removed the sword and sheath from his shoulder, while leaning it against the wall softly. When he put his attention back on Renkon, Zukk gave a slight nod at the man before even saying anything. "My old comrade would tell me stories of his great grandparents and how they fought in a couple wars with the saiyans. But you are the first I have met who was actually born on our homeworld. I have like millions of questions but I need to focus on this training so they can wait for now." He admitted, before stretching out his neck, back, arms, and legs to prepare for whatever Renkon had conjured up in his mind as training for them.
When Renkon started to explain that there was not really much of a difference between them it caused Zukkah to smile because he felt some hope for the first time since he was released from prison years ago. As the tall warrior mentioned the Tuffle War and what kept him going, Zukk gave the saiyan a soft nod before speaking. "See, this is where we are very different. My power comes and goes as it pleases, I can’t just use it any time I wish. It usually is unleashed with anger or when I am getting hit. I guess it’s a trigger of some sort. I mean, I can easily fight someone, but the power normally comes out with the anger." He tried to explain it the best he could, while stepping in front of the bag with yet another nod.
Zukkah looked over at Renkon and watched every movement from the saiyan as he unleashed a small combination attack on the training dummy. It barely rocked back and forth from the attacks, so it seemed that the equipment was more than capable of taking on more damage than normal. "Here goes nothing." He said in a firm tone, while beginning to throw rapid punches at the training dummy but as the saiyan attempted to conjure up the energy for the point blank blast nothing came out from his palm. "What the?!" He thought to himself before trying once more to shoot the blast out from his palm.
The shirtless saiyan failed again. He shook his head and looked over at Renkon with a disappointed expression. This was not the first time Zukk had this happen to him and certainly not the last. The only time he was able to properly control his power was when the anger overwhelmed the saiyan and there was no need for him to be angry at the moment. "Got any suggestions?" He asked, while striking at the training dummy a few more times to warm up a bit, while waiting to hear from his fellow comrade. Zukk had very little confidence in himself because of how out of place he felt. With no control over his power, the saiyan felt weak and useless.
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Post by Renkon on Oct 1, 2022 21:34:33 GMT -8
Renkon watched as Zukkah worked, the lack of energy use made him wonder. He listened and watched, seeing how everything went at this point. He only had a trigger, and it made him wonder a few things. He rubbed his chin and then nodded. "I see. You are, as the others would have said, a stress based trainee." He rubbed his chin once more, trying to recall how they dealt with it on the home world. "I feel you are thinking of your power incorrectly. Your power is not bound to the winds of fate, but instead, bound to what is within your heart. When you are in crisis, danger of any kind, your power seems to well up because you are going to die if you don't call it out." He said, rubbing cheek for a moment. "Now, if you are training, you are not in danger, at least not normally."
"Ahhh. That was it!" He snapped his fingers and stood fully up. "Alright. Most people see their powers as a... What do they call it on this world?" He said, said a few words in their native tongue, but if Zukkah didn't speak or know it, it would just be gibberish. "A geyser! That was the word! Your power only ever seems to well up and overflow when you are at risk of harm, you are not calling it forward because a mental block." He tapped the side of his own head and shook it a moment later. "Your power is less of a geyser, more of a river with a dam. When you are under attack, the flood gates open up, letting you have the sudden spike of power to survive the battle. You need to instead learn to open the gates at your command, and not the whims of your instinct."
It was at this point that Renkon let loose his own power, like a sigh off of him and his power spiked up to it's new peak. "I can burst this for far more power as well, because it is my own power to control." He powered up again, his energy flaring around him to it's peak, and seeming almost oppressive in terms of just raw ability. He slowly relaxed his power, allowing it settle in a more natural state. "Close your eyes, focus on the energy within you, as if it was locked behind a gate. Drive the animal back, control the gate, and open it, call forth your energy, your power, and bring it back to the surface under your control. Not that of your inner animalist instinct, but as your own ability. Focus it into an orb of energy, as tightly packed as you can make it."
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Post by Zukkah on Oct 2, 2022 17:10:47 GMT -8
Zukkah took a few steps away from the punching bag and looked over at Renkon when he explained to his training partner that he was a stress based trainee. He wasn’t familiar with the term but it was easy to figure out. For a second he just shook off the doubts that were floating within his own mind, pushing everything out only to listen to everything his fellow comrade had to say. "I have also never had anyone really try to teach me to control this, so it may take some time to get used to." He admitted to Renkon.
As Renkon snapped his fingers and stood up fully, Zukk looked at him once more and smiled as the tall saiyan explained to him how his power was being built up until threatened or harmed. It definitely sounded like that’s how it worked and Zukkah was glad to have some information on why he couldn’t unleash his power unless provoked. "I have tried in my free time to unleash my power, but nothing seemed to ever happen. Either way, I feel like we are starting off strong." He spoke softly with a slight nod after speaking.
The saiyan warrior remembered the time he sat down in the middle of the floor at his bar and meditated on the feelings he was having, hoping to eventually bring out the power within but he was unlucky so many times before as well. From that point on he had felt pretty hopeless about the whole situation, so he stopped trying to pull the power out from within until coming to the Muscle Fuel Gym.
When Renkon began to power up, Zukkah snapped out of it and began to smile as he could feel the power growing with every passing second. "T-that is amazing." He paused for a moment and listened to the saiyan explain that he could power up even further than his current state. "Wow, all right. I will give it a go again." He replied, while taking another step back away from the punching bag, then bending his knees a bit, and closing his eyes as instructed. His hands clenched up and twisted outward slightly, while bending the elbows, and beginning to put his entire focus into building up the power from within.
With only seconds passing by Zukkah could feel the blockage from inside his own mind and why it was so hard to break through. There was a mental build up that looked like a metal wall and that was when the saiyan let out a freakishly loud scream, as he was now trying with all his might to break the wall and begin to unleash that power from within. "AAAAHHHHH!!!" He continued to roar as loud as he could, not caring about the others within the gym for the moment.
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Post by Renkon on Mar 8, 2023 0:06:39 GMT -8
Watching as Zukkah worked to take care of his own energy, Renkon frowned a bit, not seeing the increase to his power and trying to figure out another way to. OFten, younger Saiyans have power that is wild and hard to control, this seemed to be the inverse of it. He had power, but it was locked behind something else. Renkon rubbed his chin, popping his neck as the yelling stopped. He would need to try to a different approach. "Alright, let us try something else. If your power still only bursts out when you need it to, perhaps there is a way to control that burst, make it so it can work with you." He said, looking around for a moment before nodding. "Strike me with everything you have right now. We can get a measure for your power when locked away, and work on the small bit of power you have active access to." He said, nodding once. This was a simpler way to do things, and he was not going to let it go to waste because of a small bit of inability to collect oneself.
"Once we finish with that, we are going to work out at as close your maximum limit as possible. We are going to push your body to the breaking point and then let it do it's thing. You might not know the limits to your power, but your body does, and when you heal, it won't want to be in that spot again, so you will become stronger, and stronger each time we do this." He offered, it wasn't the most full proof plan, but it was one that would at least allow results of a higher degree. Once that was done, they could really get to work. Perhaps he could find some clothing with gravity manipulation devices on it? No. That had to still be for holo net stories. Maybe simple weights? That might be possible. If push came to shove, they could simply fill up containers with water and strap them onto him. Each step would be a struggle for the other Saiyan, but he would force the unlocking of the power, one way, or another. He nodded once more, shifting into his open stance, ready to take the strike. He didn't expect a lot, but he was prepared for a full power strike. He wanted to see more of how the power within Zukkah was set.
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Post by Zukkah on Mar 11, 2023 15:36:18 GMT -8
With the loud roar doing absolutely nothing except making him look like a fool, the saiyan quickly shut up and was now breathing harder than normal. That was when Renkon spoke up, telling him to strike him with everything he had at the moment. Zukkah nodded happily, but he wanted to take a minute before doing what he was asked. He wasn’t too happy with the results, which caused him to take a step back and readjust his stance and take a moment to breathe in and out. "So, getting my ass handed to me multiple times is going to make me stronger? That explains why I was much stronger after my little incident with some well known criminals. But nonetheless, I will do as you wish." He replied.
Zukkah seemed to take a liking to the saiyan known as Renkon. There were not many out there who understood the saiyan body and mind, but Renkon was proving himself to be worthy of being a true saiyan warrior. Something Zukk was far from at the moment and it was something he was striving to be, but he would need to focus and keep training no matter how bad he wanted to give up. Fortunately for the saiyan, he never felt the urge to quit. The pain only drove his motivation higher and higher, which caused him to train even harder.
As he finally stretched into a more wild stance, Zukkah gave Renkon a slight nod, letting him know that he was ready to do as instructed. "Here goes nothing.." He said, before pulling his right hand back, then swiftly throwing it forward, and aiming to strike the chin of Renkon as hard as he possibly could. He had a feeling that it was going to be nothing compared to the power he had when angered, but he still attempted to give Renkon everything he had in that single strike.
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Post by Renkon on Mar 17, 2023 15:03:55 GMT -8
He had been ready for a strike, but he was unsure just what nature it was going to take. Would be a simple strike, with little force behind it, or would it be more powerful and with some kind of crazy martial art attached to it. He wasn't sure until saw the direct stance being taken. What he also wasn't sure of would be the force behind it. Some times, this man could show amazing power.
With his stance being so open, whatever was thrown at him would hit at nearly full force. When the impact did land, it turned his cheek and head, striking with around half the power the man could muster from his energy. A smile formed on his lips as he took the step back to absorb the rest of the blow, turning fully off the attack and looking at the man. "Very well done."
Running his cheek, he had a fairly good grasp of the man's power and abilities. "Right then. It won't be hard to flesh this out. If that is the baseline of your powers, and in a pinch, you can draw on your full powers. That is good for you really. It means we can pull your baseline powers up to where you were when fighting at peak. The easiest way is through experience."
Rubbing his chin for a moment, he tried to think if this world had given him a lot of challenges, only to recall that not many had done so. "For now, that shall be in battling against myself. Let's move to the center of the training ring over there and see what we can do." He wiped the small trickle of blood from his lip, smiling at it really. He wasn't in a fight for his life, instead, he was helping to train someone again. It felt good. It felt like he was also getting his own life back on track.
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Post by Zukkah on Mar 19, 2023 11:56:07 GMT -8
After swinging and making contact with the saiyan’s jaw, Renkon simply absorbed the impact enough to only push him back only a step or two. Zukkah pulled back and began to shake his hand slightly, as if he were in a bit of pain. "Holy shit, that was like hitting a damn steel wall! And you barely even moved, or took any damage." He was rather stunned because Zukk had never been up against anyone stronger than him and that alone humbled him pretty quickly. He folded his arms against his chest and began to take in every word that Renkon was saying.
Zukkah didn’t know what to say at first because he knew deep down that if they were going to go all out against one another, it wouldn’t be much of a fight with the power difference between the two warriors. "If you think this will pull out my full power, then we have no other choice. But I will warn you now. When I get pissed off, everything goes red and I will not remember anything afterwards." He admitted to the scarred saiyan warrior in front of him. Zukk still had so much to learn and this was just the beginning of that journey to knowledge and power beyond his wildest dreams.
As both saiyans stood in the center of the training ring, Zukkah took several steps back to put some distance between the two before the start of their spar. "Mind coming at me this time? I want to see if I can keep up with your speed." He spoke softly, while stepping into a more defensive stance to start things off, hoping that Renkon would be the one to start things off. Either way, Zukk was ready for whatever that would be thrown at him.
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Post by Renkon on Mar 31, 2023 18:48:34 GMT -8
Renkon nodded softly when he was asked to attack first. "I wasn't ever the fastest in my old group, but I am still able to keep up with many." He said, adjusting his own raw power to only be a small bit stronger than Zukkah. He shifted his stance a little, then bursting forwards quickly. He suspected that Zukkah could keep up fairly easy. The way he figured it, Renkon was more a tanky type, where Zukkah, being slimmer of overall build, was more than likely faster and able to have more martial arts skill. Renkon was a brawler, able to throw around his raw weight and power like an engine of destruction, able to smash through defenses through simple power. He bounced off the ground and came at Zukkah from a higher angle. He wasn't going to use his flight ability, not yet. Start from the baseline and work your way up, it was the only way to be in this kind of training. He wanted to see what it would take to push him to the next stage in his own power.
"Don't worry, I think I can handle it if you cut fully loose and saw red." He said, swinging a hard hook towards Zukkah, trying to catch him off guard.
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Post by Zukkah on Apr 8, 2023 19:45:24 GMT -8
Zukkah smiled and continued to stare down Renkon from across the training area, while swaying back and forth slowly in his defensive stance. It was right when Zukk smiled when Renkon pushed off the ground and darted straight for him. The smile turned into a smirk and the shirtless saiyan planted his right foot behind him, then quickly ducked the incoming strike that was aimed to knock him silly. "Close, but not fast enough!" He boasted, before pushing off the ground and moving to the right to separate some space between the two.
This was when Zukk stopped and quickly pushed off the ground once more before blasting forward, then attempted to use his head as a weapon, and smash it into the stomach of the other saiyan. This was just the beginning and Zukkah was having some fun. It may not have been all fireworks and steady bashing each other's skulls in, but it was enough to give the saiyans a gauge at one another's strengths and or weaknesses. One way or another, Zukkah and Renkon planned on getting stronger, and this was by far the best way for them to do that.
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