Jul 28, 2024 23:52:14 GMT
Post by Pars on Jul 28, 2024 23:52:14 GMT
This was it.
The Specialist was lost in thought as he stared out of his bedroom window into deep space. Athren had provided the trip to Earth with his spaceship, and it was a good thing too. Surprisingly, he had many facilities here, including a Gravity Chamber. He made a mental note to indulge in that while he was here. Pars had been anticipating this moment for a while now. The tournament on Earth was fast approaching, he had to see to it that he didn’t give anyone back home ANOTHER reason to hate on the Low Class. Everything that went wrong with the Empire was pinned on them, even if they had done their part completely right. The life of a scapegoat wasn’t an easy one, it was growing more difficult by the day.
That being said, even the best lie was 99% true. They were looked down for good reason. Everything that was currently wrong with the Saiyan Empire could be found within the Low Class ranks. There was laziness, complacency, incompetence, and lack of care that plagued the lot of them. Para himself had done everything he could to avoid this, though he wasn’t sure how much his training would truly pay off. He figured that he’d find out once he got his shot at the Earthlings. He had grown a lot since Cereal, now was the time to prove it.
That in and of itself was a problem. Where was his pride? He should KNOW that he could handle the threat already. After all, he is part of the mightiest race in the universe! A warrior species built and bred for combat since conception. And yet, the seeds of insecurity and anxiety were creeping into his mind. What was its source? Did he not train hard enough, sleep well enough, fight smart enough? Whatever it was, he had to take care of this feeling of doubt in the next few days. Even if he truly didn’t know if he could handle whatever awaited him, he DEFINITELY wouldn’t stand a chance if he thought he had already lost before it even began.
An Elite Warrior. That’s what he wanted to be. Despite how much they pissed him off, what they represented and what they accomplished was admirable. As much as he hated to admit it, seeing them work was quite a privilege. The way they moved, the way they fought, the sheer weight of their presence struck fear into their foes. And their POWER, their power was legendary. He bet they didn’t have the same worries that he did. He needed a way to close the gap, a way to come into his own. Imitation wouldn’t work. He’d need to transform himself, bring something new to the table. What it would be, well, he’d have to figure out quick.
Pars clenched his fists and got off of his bed. The Saiyans were savages, animals, beasts. If he wanted a shot at winning, he was going to have to become a beast of his own.
WC: 507
Super Heavy Weights +75%
The Specialist was lost in thought as he stared out of his bedroom window into deep space. Athren had provided the trip to Earth with his spaceship, and it was a good thing too. Surprisingly, he had many facilities here, including a Gravity Chamber. He made a mental note to indulge in that while he was here. Pars had been anticipating this moment for a while now. The tournament on Earth was fast approaching, he had to see to it that he didn’t give anyone back home ANOTHER reason to hate on the Low Class. Everything that went wrong with the Empire was pinned on them, even if they had done their part completely right. The life of a scapegoat wasn’t an easy one, it was growing more difficult by the day.
That being said, even the best lie was 99% true. They were looked down for good reason. Everything that was currently wrong with the Saiyan Empire could be found within the Low Class ranks. There was laziness, complacency, incompetence, and lack of care that plagued the lot of them. Para himself had done everything he could to avoid this, though he wasn’t sure how much his training would truly pay off. He figured that he’d find out once he got his shot at the Earthlings. He had grown a lot since Cereal, now was the time to prove it.
That in and of itself was a problem. Where was his pride? He should KNOW that he could handle the threat already. After all, he is part of the mightiest race in the universe! A warrior species built and bred for combat since conception. And yet, the seeds of insecurity and anxiety were creeping into his mind. What was its source? Did he not train hard enough, sleep well enough, fight smart enough? Whatever it was, he had to take care of this feeling of doubt in the next few days. Even if he truly didn’t know if he could handle whatever awaited him, he DEFINITELY wouldn’t stand a chance if he thought he had already lost before it even began.
An Elite Warrior. That’s what he wanted to be. Despite how much they pissed him off, what they represented and what they accomplished was admirable. As much as he hated to admit it, seeing them work was quite a privilege. The way they moved, the way they fought, the sheer weight of their presence struck fear into their foes. And their POWER, their power was legendary. He bet they didn’t have the same worries that he did. He needed a way to close the gap, a way to come into his own. Imitation wouldn’t work. He’d need to transform himself, bring something new to the table. What it would be, well, he’d have to figure out quick.
Pars clenched his fists and got off of his bed. The Saiyans were savages, animals, beasts. If he wanted a shot at winning, he was going to have to become a beast of his own.
WC: 507
Super Heavy Weights +75%
