Post by Nudoru on Jul 8, 2008 1:19:35 GMT -5
The Oozaru, a form in which the Saiyan and his descendants are able to go into, used primarily to devoid all life from a planet in a short amount of time. And why not? After all, such a thing is difficult to control for quite a lot of the species, and things uncontrolled can cause the greatest wide-spread destruction. Though, many saiyans who decide to become accomplished do not wish for this uncontrollable power to be under their belts. They seek to master this transformation, this monstrous form that, when utilized properly, could bring a great aid in battle. There were a multitude of ways to train yourself whilst in this state, though the most common would have to be forcefully transforming, and attempting to gain control, little by little. Whether by the rays of a full moon, or a specialized ability created by Vegeta scientists. Sure would come in hand around this time, ehh?
Even at the young age of nine, any saiyan could have dreams of one day becoming part of the super-power of their own race. Part of an elite army of warriors who take other planets for the sheer enjoyment of it. After all, when you are graced with being born into such a race, with all of their strength and agility, why not take complete advantage of it? This certain nine year old was hoping to get this transformation under his control within the week, meaning much training was going to have to occur. Young Nudoru had made his way to the dusty plains of the planet Vegeta, a place where no others would be without good reason. Coming here was the only substitute for some small planet, or perhaps even a moon. Attacking anything close to the capital would be unlikely, seeing as there were plenty of rock formations for his untamed rage to be released upon.
Because a full moon was a rare occurrence on Vegeta, happening only once every eight years, saiyans unable to leave the planet for training would need to improvise. Of course though, Nudoru had devoted himself to many hard hours of labor in order to be taught the ability of creating a so called, fake moon. A fake moon with the correct amount of rays, that once looked upon by a saiyan with a tail would forcefully transform them. This was his plan, to learn to control the Oozaru state by calling upon it at any time, anywhere.
Finding his way to the top of one of those previously said rock formations, Nudoru sat on it’s high plateau. Making sure his ‘jump-suit’ was nice and snug before taking a bit of a breath, and holding out his hand palm-up. His full concentration was on condensing the air atop his palm, until finally, a white orb had appeared. This, was the power ball, one of the best inventions ever thought of in his mind. Sweat was dripping down his face, and a bit of a calm expression was plastered there. Ahh, the simple enjoyment of having your body mass increase by ten fold. Shooting the white orb into the air, Nudoru looked away. Making sure to take his time, and a large breath before inducing the painful transformation. Two seconds of preparation and it was a go. His eyes trailed up towards the created source of the rays, and only a moment of taking them in through his eyes had been quite enough to send his tail into a twitching frenzy. A loud, continuous pounding sound began coming from his chest, and Nudoru’s breathing was becoming irregular. Eyes turning red, and canines growing in size, he slouched his body over. Fur forming all over, as he finally began growing in size. The face of the saiyan began to morph into that of an ape, hideous, with large threatening teeth.
Pretty standard for the species, really. Amazing how something that could seem so very monstrous to those on another planet and yet be so casual to those people who see it near daily. The rock formation began to crack quite a bit under the weight of the new transformation. After all, even young saiyans in the Oozaru form were quite heavy, and large to boot. When young, Oozaru are mostly extra large in the gut. Uncontrollable for the most part, as well as a tad extra unstable. As adults, yes, the Oozaru form is a bit trimmer in the belly. More muscles, and generally more controllable.
Being in the beginning stages of his training, there was no possible way for Nudoru to have any sort of even the most general control over this new mindset. At least, not yet. It took time to learn to control the state, and a strong mind as well. Both things that could only hope to be achieved with a bit of hard work and dedication. Mastery over the Oozaru was harder for him than it would be for an Elite... yet more possible than by the scum of their ranks. The thought was enthralling... to be on par with even the weakest of elites would be the first of many things he wished to accomplish.
Now, even though he knew the transformation had taken place, Nudoru seemed oddly serene. He was, watching himself. Not from his own eyes, but still in a way watching. With no control over his limbs, that was all he was able to do. Funny how rage being taken out on rocks was slightly hilarious. The matter at hand though, was to figure out what in hells name was happening. This place... seemed more like a large room. No doors or windows to be seen, yet it was illuminated. Without light the tiles on the walls and floor were perfectly white, and nearly reminded the young saiyan of some sort of throne room. True this might have been, for as he looked around in a circular motion, a large seat was noticed. Seemingly made with the same white tile as the rest of this place. Though, the throne wasn’t the oddest thing here, not by a long shot. Sitting with it’s large arms spread out over the bearings of the large chair, leaning low in the seat. with it’s large bushy tail hanging over the edge by it’s legs. In fact, the tail wasn’t the only bushy thing about it. It looked to be a beast, with slightly graying fur all over it’s body. The gray revealed age, yet, this beast looked familiar to this particular saiyans eyes. Ohh, wait, it was so very simple. The look of the face, the tail, it’s large white teeth shown as the beats yawned... now it was blatantly apparent to Nudoru. This was, an Oozaru.
Now, with the visions of his own personal rampage in the mountains of Vegeta clear in his head, it was more than obvious that this must’ve been some sort of dream. Or even perhaps within his own self-conscious, there was no real way of being able to tell. While he was stuck here until the fake moon faded away anyway, he might as well have looked into whatever this might’ve been.
Back in his normal saiyan form here, Nudoru raised a brow as he began a slow, suspicious walk toward the Oozaru. The beasts stationary red eyes just as slowly glancing over to the saiyan in his domain just as suspiciously. He only raised his head slightly, since he was so large anyway it was barely needed seeing as his head was already in a half sleeping position. The mouth of the beast opened once again, but this time not to yawn, but to speak. The words were low in tone, yet clear as a bell. Just as any saiyan would speak when they obtained control of their transformation. ”You don’t look like any elite I’ve seen. So, if your not elite, then what are you? Scum perhaps?” Pulling his arms closer to his body, the Oozaru leaned foreword for a better look at this tiny spec. Of course though, Nudoru was less than eager for a conversation with whomever this was.
As he reached the front of the throne he crossed his arms over his chest, a rather bored expression to his features. Well, his dreams never usually were this strange, but whatever. ”Scum? I think not. Sure, I might not be an elite, but I’m sure better than some low class soldier. Elites will quiver at the mere mention of my name when I’m through with them.” Children... so full of their ambitions and dreams. Too bad saiyan dreams usually involved taking over planets and causing harm to others. Then again, a neutral mind was always open for change. This beast gave a bit of a chuckle, shifting so that his face was now shadowing over Nudoru. ”Scum aren't able to gain access to the feral area of their minds, this is why they can never hope to control their transformation. While Elites are welcome to it, from their very first transformation they are able to control the feral instincts that take control of the low classes. Your kind however, only have so many chances to learn how to control yourselves....”
The white tile room began to fade in an instant, without any warning what-so-ever. Nudoru was back, in his... still transformed body it seemed. He was able to stop himself for this small amount of time, surprisingly, from crushing a boulder currently in his clutches. Dropping it, his gaze returned to the sky where the fake moon was nearly gone. Perhaps it’d been his mind attempting to regain control, but matter it did not, because mere moments after regaining this small second he blacked out. No white room, and no more mountains or boulders. Simply nothing, a true black out.
”Hey, KID! Wake up... c’mon, g’outa my way boy, some of us got places to be.” This voice came right out of the darkness, and a hard kick to his side forced Nudoru out of his black out. Sitting up as light returned to his eyes, he caught sight of the older saiyan standing over his body, knee back and ready to give the boy another kick in the ribs for being in his way. Apparently, Nudoru was now close to a landing pad near the mountains in which he had begun his training. As the saiyan kicked, Nudoru caught his foot with his hand, using it as leverage to hoist himself up to his feet. Wonderful, so, his body was only a bit sore from attempting to regain control, meaning of course that what he’d done had begun to work. Too bad though, that it would take a few more transformations before he’d be able to finally get it down. His clothing was strangely ripped in a few area’s, as well as him having a small wound near his back. Apparently he’d done a bit more than simply throw around a few rocks. Ohh well though, anyone injured due to his training would have to learn how to live with the pain. After all, it’s not like they’d be able to call him on it, most saiyan were unidentifiable due the fact that they all looked alike. Shoving away the saiyan by pounding him on the chest with his palm, Nudoru looked a ways off, back to Ooza city, where he would now return to rest. Then, perhaps, after a few hours, he’d go into the gravity room for a bit of exercise.
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