Post by Jinsoku Akuma on Jun 9, 2013 2:01:14 GMT
Jinsoku awoke in a prison cell, there were no windows and the walls were shrouded in a dark red tint. It was indeed very dark wherever he was. He could see some distant light in the hallway past the ironclad bars that held him in here. Hmm...well I thought for sure they would have killed me.. or dumped me out into the streets to die from my injuries…But.. His memory started to come to him as to what had transpired after his fight with Kol. For some reason this General Broc wanted him alive...but why? Why didn’t they just kill him? A voice next to him startled him so much that he quickly crawled away from the voice and found out that most of his injuries were gone and his body had recovered his stamina and strength. “It’s good to see you’re finally awake...I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up. You’ve been sleeping for a full day after they brought you here.” Jinsoku was curious; he could barely make out a figure in the dark cell but the voice sounded old and withered. ”Who...who are you? Where are we? How long have you been in here?” “Woah calm down boy, theirs no need to be rushing all your questions at once. We’ve got plenty of time. My name...you can call me Shioto Taksuo...we my dear boy are in the Saiyan’s prison. As for its location, I have not a clue as I was brought here many moons ago also unconscious.”
Jinsoku listened as the man answered most of his questions. The man seemed shrouded in mystery, his name seeming very mysterious, as if it were false. Jinsoku was extra curious about something…and so he inquired about it. “You said many moons ago...just how long have you been in here...in actual days.” He could hear the man chuckle before answering yet another question. “10 years my boy. 10 very long years. Enough with your questions, time for this old man to ask some of his own questions, what’s your name? And how did you end up here?” Jinsoku was astonished when he heard the man say he was in prison for 10 years. When the old man finished up with questions of his own, Jinsoku answered. “My name’s Jinsoku...Jinsoku Akuma I was...captured trying to steal from the saiyan headquarters..” He was taken back when he heard the man belt out with laughter. For some reason Jinsoku felt a little ashamed and angry as well. “What are you laughing at? I needed enough money to feed my parents! It was either going out with a lot and never having to worry about money or food again or just getting by on what I could bring it for just a little while longer before I was caught then. I wouldn’t expect you to understand…”
The old man stopped laughing and spoke up “You’re right, I don’t personally understand your trouble but I do know of troubles like yours. But trying to rob one of the most guarded buildings in the entire world that’s just dumb thinking. You should have picked a lesser-guarded threat; there are some riches to be had in such lesser-guarded places. Now here boy, they told me to hand you these when you awoke. Their clothes, well more or less cloth barely put together but it helps to keep you as little warmer in these cold dungeon cells.” Jinsoku felt calmer after the man stopped laughing and said he knew of the troubles the young boy went through, and by the end of the mans words he realized that he was indeed naked. Taking the clothes, he would put the single shirt and pants on. They were old, raggedy, and itchy and the smell was pretty bad too. However Shioto Taksuo was right, he did feel a little warmer than before. Sitting back down, Jinsoku wanted to ask more questions but he thought the man had answered enough questions for him already so he just sat there in silence.
Jinsoku didn’t do much the rest of the day, some saiyan guard brought by a small meal by that could barely feed one man, let alone two but him and the man made due. It was actually the first time he saw the man through the light of the saiyans lamp. He was old, his face saggy and wrinkle filled. The top of his head filled with loose and scraggly gray hairs. He had a beard, it too was scraggly, but it was long and gray. Kind of like the old wizards Jinsoku read about in fairy tales as a younger boy. His body stature was slim; Jinsoku could tell he used to be buff though by the way his shoulders were so pointed out and broad. Jinsoku soon feel asleep some odd hours after their ‘meal’. As he sleep, his nice dream about him playing around with his parents turned into a nightmare as he came home one day and saw their little shack up in flames, two tall dark figures looming over it and laughing. Their giant tails swooshing back and forth. Jinsoku was screaming and crying, holding out his left arm and screaming for his mommy and his daddy. He was moving in slow motion but it was like he could never reach them, as it seemed he was doing and experiencing the same things over and over again.
Jinsoku awoke, his body covered in sweat yet his vivid nightmare still rang very much in his head. At first he was unsure of where he was until his memory kicked back in the voice of the old man breaking the silence in the cell room. “You talk in your sleep. You did it while you were unconscious too but it seems when you have nightmares it’s far worse…I hope you don’t mind me asking but…what happened to your parents? I assume they are…no more by the way you talked out in your sleep. If you don’t want to talk about it I understand…” Jinsoku sunk his head, in truth he really didn’t want to talk about it, but something inside told him he could trust this man. “They were good people forced to do terrible things just to live…and take care of me…they had no right to die the way they did...the way those saiyans did it…No compassion…. they couldn’t even hardly move!!!” Jinsoku slammed his fists against the ground, tears starting to run down his cheeks instead of sweat. He looked up when he felt a hand on his right shoulder, the voice of the man sounding very soothing as he spoke. “I’m sorry for your lose son…I know how hard it is to lose people you care so much about…Knowing that while you live, you see it as your fault they died; you taking the blame instead of the actual murderers. It’s hard...it’s both what makes us strong and what makes us weak...”
Jinsoku turned towards the man after hearing his words, tears still streaming down his face he embraced the man. Hugging him just because he hadn’t been hugged in so long because of his parent’s weakness. The old man hugged the boy back and softly spoke. “It’s okay dear boy, let it all. Let it all out. Let your tears speak for your heart when you your lips cannot describe about how much you’ve been hurt…It’s going to be okay dear boy.” Shioto Taksuo slowly rocked the teenage Jinsoku until he could hear the boy snoring softly; he then laid him back on his small cotton mat to rest peacefully before going back to his own little mat. The story of the young boy tugging at the old mans heart until he too fell asleep.
The following day Jinsoku and the old man were awake and to keep themselves busy they played the number game, a game in which they each had to think of three numbers each and then multiply them to get one number and then take those same three numbers add them and then get a new number. They then had to subtract those numbers to get one new number and that number had to be used to describe something as a joke like “There are minus 60 saiyans now because population rules require them to stay at the perfect number fit for the devil” Of course most of the jokes were not true and were more atoned to the saiyans being evil and over populated, but that was just an example. Anyhow the last part of the game was to try and figure out what were the first three numbers that each person started with and whoever got them all right first won. This was no doubt a very grueling and long game, but it kept the two busy trying to figure out each other’s numbers and it also allowed them to laugh about mishaps and what not.
This went on for quite a while, soon hours became days and days became months. One day, after Jinsoku had been incarcerated for eight months. The old man asked how Jinsoku had gotten caught and if he had put up any kind of fight. Jinsoku by this time had grown really comfortable with the man and telling his story of infiltration and his fight with Kol didn’t bother him at all. So he told his story, starting from the beginning when he was camping in the destroyed dark half of the city all the way to him falling unconscious after hearing the generals last few words. The story took him nearly all day to tell and when he finished he saw the old man look at him with a curious expression. His eyes having gotten used to the dark intensity to where he could make out figures and such much better that when he first arrived. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I told you everything theirs nothing to wonder about anymore.” Shioto Taksuo simply smiled for a second before speaking.
“It’s called Ki.” Now it was Jinsoku’s turn to look confused. “Ki? What are you talking about?” The old man smiled once more. “Ki, The yellow energy that the saiyan used. It’s called Ki. Most, if not all saiyans are taught to harness this ki energy at a very young age. They are taught to manifest it into physical damage doing energy. While some ki energy can be harmless, most are very harmful and even some are powerful enough to destroy entire planets.” Jinsoku was befuddled and
. Something that can destroy…entire planets? How could there be something so powerful? Jinsoku was now very curious about this thing called ‘ki’. “Tell me more about Ki. Is there more? Can everyone do it? Can I do? Where does it come from?” The old man laughed as he laid back against one of the walls. “Alright alright. I’ll answer them all…let’s see where to begin. Ki is also known as ‘latent power’ or ‘fighting power’. This force is a tangible energy inside every living person with it’s major focus being in the center of the body. By drawing it out, an individual is able to manipulate it and use it for performances outside the body.”
Taking a breath the old man would continue, Jinsoku continuing to listen intensely. “Ki can be used for many different things, usually their called ‘techniques’. Now it is necessary to increase one’s ki to become strong, because their are physical limits to the strength of the body itself, in order to overcome the barrier. Now usually the more concentrated the masses are, the more time the user requires to draw it out. When, mostly fighters, gather ki they are able to gain enhanced strength, speed, endurance, and can increase the power of their attacks to inflict greater damage to opponents, or planets like I mentioned earlier. Now this is important, normally the more the ki is increased, the harder it is to control, so ki control is also very important. Hmm let’s see...what am I forgetting...Ah yes the colors and powering up. Ki isn’t just yellow like the ones you saw Kol use, no there are many other colors such as red, purple, orange, blue, green, pink and black and those are the only ones I know about as I’m sure there are others. Theirs also a thing called powering up, and this is used to gather enough ki in order to increase your power level and when doing so it produces an ‘outer ki bubble’ called an Aura that also ranges in various colors. Now your power level is basically your total ‘battle power’ now the use of power level is to get an estimation of how a battle will fare out between two opponents. In general, if one has a higher power level than one’s opponent then usually he/she can defeat the one with the weaker power level. However…and this is a big however the factors of speed, strength, Ki, Ki control and endurance play a big part in deciding who the victor will be. What I’m saying is boy; someone’s power level is a combination of all of those traits put together. And it's how you use those traits together that will usually decide the victor."
The old man stopped talking and took a few deep breaths before talking again. “Sorry boy, I tend to get winded when I talk for a while. It use to not be so tiring in my earlier years, I could belt out speeches and not take a single breath but alas old age and time in this cell has withered me down quite a bit. Anyhow, Ki can be used in a multitude of ways to causing destruction and mayhem to healing others, and even used to help one fly. That my dear boy is what Ki is. A lot to take in at once I know, just sit and think about it before you blurt out more questions as I’m sure you have even more now.” After the old man finished speaking Jinsoku’s mind was racing with all sorts of stuff. Excitement, wonder, joy, and yes questions lots of questions. He sat there and took it all in, doing his best to repeat to himself what all Shioto Taksuo had told him. Every living person had Ki. That means I have it…that means I can use it... After half an hour, Jinsoku turned to the old man who was sitting there, resting with his eyes closed but Jinsoku knew he wasn’t asleep. “Mr.Taksuo, can you use ki? Could you teach me?!?! Could you teach me how to fly!” The old man opened his eyes and spoke. “Ah, I haven’t used ki in…well over 15 years. I’m not even sure if I could even fly anymore, let alone teach you.” The young boy’s head dropped Well so much for that…I guess were both going to rot in here for the rest of our lives… The young boy sighed and moved over to his little cot. Soon the daily food arrived and they ate the small-portioned meal in silence. Jinsoku’s face full of despair as he ate, soon they both were off to sleep.
Jinsoku listened as the man answered most of his questions. The man seemed shrouded in mystery, his name seeming very mysterious, as if it were false. Jinsoku was extra curious about something…and so he inquired about it. “You said many moons ago...just how long have you been in here...in actual days.” He could hear the man chuckle before answering yet another question. “10 years my boy. 10 very long years. Enough with your questions, time for this old man to ask some of his own questions, what’s your name? And how did you end up here?” Jinsoku was astonished when he heard the man say he was in prison for 10 years. When the old man finished up with questions of his own, Jinsoku answered. “My name’s Jinsoku...Jinsoku Akuma I was...captured trying to steal from the saiyan headquarters..” He was taken back when he heard the man belt out with laughter. For some reason Jinsoku felt a little ashamed and angry as well. “What are you laughing at? I needed enough money to feed my parents! It was either going out with a lot and never having to worry about money or food again or just getting by on what I could bring it for just a little while longer before I was caught then. I wouldn’t expect you to understand…”
The old man stopped laughing and spoke up “You’re right, I don’t personally understand your trouble but I do know of troubles like yours. But trying to rob one of the most guarded buildings in the entire world that’s just dumb thinking. You should have picked a lesser-guarded threat; there are some riches to be had in such lesser-guarded places. Now here boy, they told me to hand you these when you awoke. Their clothes, well more or less cloth barely put together but it helps to keep you as little warmer in these cold dungeon cells.” Jinsoku felt calmer after the man stopped laughing and said he knew of the troubles the young boy went through, and by the end of the mans words he realized that he was indeed naked. Taking the clothes, he would put the single shirt and pants on. They were old, raggedy, and itchy and the smell was pretty bad too. However Shioto Taksuo was right, he did feel a little warmer than before. Sitting back down, Jinsoku wanted to ask more questions but he thought the man had answered enough questions for him already so he just sat there in silence.
Jinsoku didn’t do much the rest of the day, some saiyan guard brought by a small meal by that could barely feed one man, let alone two but him and the man made due. It was actually the first time he saw the man through the light of the saiyans lamp. He was old, his face saggy and wrinkle filled. The top of his head filled with loose and scraggly gray hairs. He had a beard, it too was scraggly, but it was long and gray. Kind of like the old wizards Jinsoku read about in fairy tales as a younger boy. His body stature was slim; Jinsoku could tell he used to be buff though by the way his shoulders were so pointed out and broad. Jinsoku soon feel asleep some odd hours after their ‘meal’. As he sleep, his nice dream about him playing around with his parents turned into a nightmare as he came home one day and saw their little shack up in flames, two tall dark figures looming over it and laughing. Their giant tails swooshing back and forth. Jinsoku was screaming and crying, holding out his left arm and screaming for his mommy and his daddy. He was moving in slow motion but it was like he could never reach them, as it seemed he was doing and experiencing the same things over and over again.
Jinsoku awoke, his body covered in sweat yet his vivid nightmare still rang very much in his head. At first he was unsure of where he was until his memory kicked back in the voice of the old man breaking the silence in the cell room. “You talk in your sleep. You did it while you were unconscious too but it seems when you have nightmares it’s far worse…I hope you don’t mind me asking but…what happened to your parents? I assume they are…no more by the way you talked out in your sleep. If you don’t want to talk about it I understand…” Jinsoku sunk his head, in truth he really didn’t want to talk about it, but something inside told him he could trust this man. “They were good people forced to do terrible things just to live…and take care of me…they had no right to die the way they did...the way those saiyans did it…No compassion…. they couldn’t even hardly move!!!” Jinsoku slammed his fists against the ground, tears starting to run down his cheeks instead of sweat. He looked up when he felt a hand on his right shoulder, the voice of the man sounding very soothing as he spoke. “I’m sorry for your lose son…I know how hard it is to lose people you care so much about…Knowing that while you live, you see it as your fault they died; you taking the blame instead of the actual murderers. It’s hard...it’s both what makes us strong and what makes us weak...”
Jinsoku turned towards the man after hearing his words, tears still streaming down his face he embraced the man. Hugging him just because he hadn’t been hugged in so long because of his parent’s weakness. The old man hugged the boy back and softly spoke. “It’s okay dear boy, let it all. Let it all out. Let your tears speak for your heart when you your lips cannot describe about how much you’ve been hurt…It’s going to be okay dear boy.” Shioto Taksuo slowly rocked the teenage Jinsoku until he could hear the boy snoring softly; he then laid him back on his small cotton mat to rest peacefully before going back to his own little mat. The story of the young boy tugging at the old mans heart until he too fell asleep.
The following day Jinsoku and the old man were awake and to keep themselves busy they played the number game, a game in which they each had to think of three numbers each and then multiply them to get one number and then take those same three numbers add them and then get a new number. They then had to subtract those numbers to get one new number and that number had to be used to describe something as a joke like “There are minus 60 saiyans now because population rules require them to stay at the perfect number fit for the devil” Of course most of the jokes were not true and were more atoned to the saiyans being evil and over populated, but that was just an example. Anyhow the last part of the game was to try and figure out what were the first three numbers that each person started with and whoever got them all right first won. This was no doubt a very grueling and long game, but it kept the two busy trying to figure out each other’s numbers and it also allowed them to laugh about mishaps and what not.
This went on for quite a while, soon hours became days and days became months. One day, after Jinsoku had been incarcerated for eight months. The old man asked how Jinsoku had gotten caught and if he had put up any kind of fight. Jinsoku by this time had grown really comfortable with the man and telling his story of infiltration and his fight with Kol didn’t bother him at all. So he told his story, starting from the beginning when he was camping in the destroyed dark half of the city all the way to him falling unconscious after hearing the generals last few words. The story took him nearly all day to tell and when he finished he saw the old man look at him with a curious expression. His eyes having gotten used to the dark intensity to where he could make out figures and such much better that when he first arrived. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I told you everything theirs nothing to wonder about anymore.” Shioto Taksuo simply smiled for a second before speaking.
“It’s called Ki.” Now it was Jinsoku’s turn to look confused. “Ki? What are you talking about?” The old man smiled once more. “Ki, The yellow energy that the saiyan used. It’s called Ki. Most, if not all saiyans are taught to harness this ki energy at a very young age. They are taught to manifest it into physical damage doing energy. While some ki energy can be harmless, most are very harmful and even some are powerful enough to destroy entire planets.” Jinsoku was befuddled and
. Something that can destroy…entire planets? How could there be something so powerful? Jinsoku was now very curious about this thing called ‘ki’. “Tell me more about Ki. Is there more? Can everyone do it? Can I do? Where does it come from?” The old man laughed as he laid back against one of the walls. “Alright alright. I’ll answer them all…let’s see where to begin. Ki is also known as ‘latent power’ or ‘fighting power’. This force is a tangible energy inside every living person with it’s major focus being in the center of the body. By drawing it out, an individual is able to manipulate it and use it for performances outside the body.”Taking a breath the old man would continue, Jinsoku continuing to listen intensely. “Ki can be used for many different things, usually their called ‘techniques’. Now it is necessary to increase one’s ki to become strong, because their are physical limits to the strength of the body itself, in order to overcome the barrier. Now usually the more concentrated the masses are, the more time the user requires to draw it out. When, mostly fighters, gather ki they are able to gain enhanced strength, speed, endurance, and can increase the power of their attacks to inflict greater damage to opponents, or planets like I mentioned earlier. Now this is important, normally the more the ki is increased, the harder it is to control, so ki control is also very important. Hmm let’s see...what am I forgetting...Ah yes the colors and powering up. Ki isn’t just yellow like the ones you saw Kol use, no there are many other colors such as red, purple, orange, blue, green, pink and black and those are the only ones I know about as I’m sure there are others. Theirs also a thing called powering up, and this is used to gather enough ki in order to increase your power level and when doing so it produces an ‘outer ki bubble’ called an Aura that also ranges in various colors. Now your power level is basically your total ‘battle power’ now the use of power level is to get an estimation of how a battle will fare out between two opponents. In general, if one has a higher power level than one’s opponent then usually he/she can defeat the one with the weaker power level. However…and this is a big however the factors of speed, strength, Ki, Ki control and endurance play a big part in deciding who the victor will be. What I’m saying is boy; someone’s power level is a combination of all of those traits put together. And it's how you use those traits together that will usually decide the victor."
The old man stopped talking and took a few deep breaths before talking again. “Sorry boy, I tend to get winded when I talk for a while. It use to not be so tiring in my earlier years, I could belt out speeches and not take a single breath but alas old age and time in this cell has withered me down quite a bit. Anyhow, Ki can be used in a multitude of ways to causing destruction and mayhem to healing others, and even used to help one fly. That my dear boy is what Ki is. A lot to take in at once I know, just sit and think about it before you blurt out more questions as I’m sure you have even more now.” After the old man finished speaking Jinsoku’s mind was racing with all sorts of stuff. Excitement, wonder, joy, and yes questions lots of questions. He sat there and took it all in, doing his best to repeat to himself what all Shioto Taksuo had told him. Every living person had Ki. That means I have it…that means I can use it... After half an hour, Jinsoku turned to the old man who was sitting there, resting with his eyes closed but Jinsoku knew he wasn’t asleep. “Mr.Taksuo, can you use ki? Could you teach me?!?! Could you teach me how to fly!” The old man opened his eyes and spoke. “Ah, I haven’t used ki in…well over 15 years. I’m not even sure if I could even fly anymore, let alone teach you.” The young boy’s head dropped Well so much for that…I guess were both going to rot in here for the rest of our lives… The young boy sighed and moved over to his little cot. Soon the daily food arrived and they ate the small-portioned meal in silence. Jinsoku’s face full of despair as he ate, soon they both were off to sleep.
