Training Match: Iori vs Early Goku

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After dropping off Gohan at his home with his wife, Chi Chi, Goku heads off on his Flying Nimbus Cloud to train an unknown pupil. Goku had an unique hair-do which was sometimes easy to recognize. having on his famous well known Dōgi uniform with a blue short-sleeved undershirt, blue wristbands, a blue belt tied in a knot, and striped boots along with my Power Pole strapped on my back and senzu beans,

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Subject: Re: Training Match: Iori vs Early Goku Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:36 pm

Body ga... amee ze!

Something shouted in the distance of a large green valley, stretching with its photosynthesis as far as the eyes could see. Trees swaying with the breeze, the leaves of oaks falling and being carried off to the skies, and the tiny blades of grass housing that which would contain the necessary components of oxygen, being released so that we would breathe fresh air in this trainquil environment. And all would be well without the breaking noise which had breached this sense of security accompanied by the vicinity. The sound of a shrill scream echoed loudly across the green wasteland, sending birds scattering from trees, abandoning their nests and flying off to the skies, a safe place for an innocent animal. Of course, it would be a long time before they returned to their homes, after all it would take quite the kind of coordination to be able to fly so far and then to come back to the original spot. Though the birds were the ones to, at first, fly off to leave the noisemakers to their event, not long after many other animals joined in with them. Badgers and squirrels, the nocturnal owls being rudely awakened from their restful slumber, knowing their danger were the ones to take off as well, despite their tiredness. They all embarked on a journey to get away from the vicinity as quickly as possible. Just what could be going on that could scare them so badly as to leave this place? Surely there was no other better place than this?

Yet it was the source of this noise that was the attention. A young man not much older than his early twenties, possibly around twenty-two, throwing his fists around in an orderly way similar to a style of Martial Arts known as Kenpo, the chinese boxing style. He continued to yell the same phrase over and over, and in time it seemed he was repeating a three-hit Kenpo styled fist combo, which he personally invented himself and practiced on a daily basis. He envied the day he would add a fourth hit, but he didn't want to tire himself out in the middle of a fight. So he usually stuck with three. After all, it hasn't failed him yet, and it almost always knocked his opponent outcold. His fists continued to breach the emptiness of the air, letting out a swift yet nearly silent noise as it launched, then retracted to let the opposite fist perform a sort of uppercut while he stepped forward. His elbow dropped to a certain degree until it met parallel with his knee, this the last of the three hit combo, which he named "the wicked chew".

He wore a pair of black dress pants on his lower body, aligned with the sign of a golden belt around his waist, the legs of the cloth falling short at his ankles, a twin pair of dress shoes with an unorthodox white strap going horizontally across the top of the shoe, to no exception of both of them. His socks could be seen during the times he stepped forward during the application of his second punch of his wicked chew combo, their white color matching his pale complexion to a certain degree. There was a black jacket lying on the ground with the back facing downward, normally one would see the mark of the Kusanagi emblem stitched to the back of this school jacket. Its sleeves were short but still rolled up, showing the white polyester that made the insides. As for the person himself, he wore a completely sleeveless white tank-top, massive muscles bulging across his arms especially for somebody his age, pectorals clearly expressed through his chest as his stomach leaned neatly inward. A headband tied around his forehead waved with the winds including during his second punch, the length being roughly three feet for the tail, but that was only because it was tied around his forehead. One would need a calculator for something like that.

At long last he came to a stop. Sweat pouring from his brow was wiped away by his arm, he dropped to the ground letting his back collide against the soft grass. He put both hands behind his head and looked at the sky, carefully watching the clouds rolling by as he made shapes out of the lot of them. He imagined one looked like a fish, another next to it looked like a...... Massive blob only a badass imagination could make sense out of. Then again, he figured he had a pretty good imagination himself. He thought it looked like an amoeba at first, or some kind of cell without a proper structure. He couldn't remember if that kind of cell itself had a basic structure, he didn't pay much attention to his classes. But this didn't really bother him much, he kind of shrugged off his lack of knowledge. He knew he wasn't stupid, he was passing his classes..... Well, barely. Just barely making it by with the help of some of his friends, including his girlfriend Yuki. Upon thinking of her at that moment he felt his face turn red and a look of nervousness clouded his judgement, he stood up while moving his hands across the sides of his face to hide how he imagined he looked at the moment.

The truth was, there was going to be a fight between him and an old superhero he used to see on television all the time. He wasn't a real big fan of the series, and he could shoot beams the same way they could, just in a different way. His was a fire that burned, it didn't destroy things. His strength always did the job. Now he figured he would get to the fighting vicinity they both had agreed on some time ago so that he could train a little bit before they began. It certainly wouldn't be an easy fight considering the amount of disadvantages he had against this fellow, but hey: didn't they agree on a fair fight back then? Surely the other guy could remember it? At least, the young man hoped so. He fell back onto the grass once more with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and slowly drifting off into a nap...

Subject: Re: Training Match: Iori vs Early Goku Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:53 pm

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