Post by Haku on May 31, 2013 4:02:17 GMT
"Toss me another..."
The jug of ale slid across the wooden table seconds after demand. The yeast would spill a trail in its wake and rest masterfully in the experienced hand of a boy which could almost be deemed a toddler if a few more years were cut down. He sported his saiyan armor proudly as usual, probably the sole reason why he was getting service at the local bar, Clup Napz, named after one of the saiyan's first general; real name of which Haku couldn't bother to remember. It wasn't often that the boy would visit the place -much less with his mother, but when he did, things almost always got crazy. Clup Napz was where all the mercenaries and scum gathered to wrestle, spout ribald jests and speak like they knew a thing or two about history and war although none of those two have been made in a long time.
Hahahahaha!
The voices of various people could be heard mumbling and bursting into heartfelt tears of joy, but the loudest of them all was ironically his mother, Onia. She was always laid back and happy about everything. Contrary to Haku and his father, she was less serious and more about parties. People would always gather around her and listen to her stories and jokes. Fortunately for Haku, she never told any funny baby stories like a normal mother -if there were any. In fact, she never addressed the boy as her son, they were simply friends like a person they met in a normal and usual day.
Haku wolfed down the glass of brew like a grown man. Unlike children and weak men, he didn't cringe at the putrid taste of alcohol, he welcomed it. It gave him a fuzzy warm feeling through his chest and loosened him up. It was almost like holding a ball of ki, but inside his stomach. His half-open eyes surveyed over the cheery crowd and then shifted to the television which was broadcasting recent news about human riots and successful missions. Haku would concentrate on it quietly until it was suddenly switched to some stupid baseball game, the crowd grew louder, exhilarated by the change in atmosphere. Haku, unlike them, curled his nose in anger and glared at the group after having his program switched without consulting.
As many had already found out, and those who haven't would soon; Haku's father was a silent drunk, his mother a happy drunk -and Haku... Haku was an angry drunk. It was a bit fitting. Instead of making a silent person loud, like alcohol normally did, in lieu it only served to magnify their individual personalities; his serious father, his happy-go-lucky mother, and himself. Haku mumbled something about useless low-class saiyans and stupid sports, then tapped on the table to request another jug of ale from the bartender. The glass came rolling in just as fast as the first and the boy jugged it down his throat a bit faster than the last. He tapped once again for a third, but his attention was stolen by a pair of ranting drunks and shoving their goblets of beer at each other's faces and slamming them on the table, spilling the brew across the surface and dripping to the floor.
"You ain't no warrior, saiyan!"
"What are you saiyan, saiyan? Are you insaiyan!?"
"What!?"
"I'm every bit a saiyan as your lil'saiyan arse ever will!"
Their bickering would not cease and soon escalated into a thrilling arm wrestle. The groggy saiyans were at it for about a full minute, slowly cracking the table, but Haku couldn't take anymore of their yelling. His head was hurting. The little boy swallowed that last jug of ale and hopped down the stool from which he was sitting. Before he could say anything in the matter though, one of them turned to face him and grinned widely.
"Well, if it's Hakusai!" he called with his deep and reverberating voice. The stoned man was done fooling around and thrust his arm into the table at full power, burying the other drunken saiyan within the rubble. They could hear his moaning in the background, but neither of them cared. The man stood from his chair to greet the boy, whose inebriated and flustered face hadn't changed from the moment they made eye contact. "Come on over here!" the large man called, howling the boy over and sitting him on a brand new table he just pulled out from right under a nearby group of saiyans who fell on their faces.
Haku yelped as he was dragged and forced to sit against his will. His tail would stick on end like an irritated cat and he glared at the man. "C'mon," he said, laying his arm over the table, "pull one on me!" The boy looked at his gesture skeptically. He hadn't left the comfort of his high seat just so he could join in on their ridiculous and pointless game, as if it actually determined how strong they were. But before he could reject the offer, he was trapped like a rat by peer pressure whence the entire club gathered around them.
"Don't you people have anything better to do!?" he protested, though it was obvious they didn't.
Onia glanced back, taking her eyes away from the baseball game. Her lips puckered in surprise to see her son making friends and grinned at those sitting beside her before standing up from the cushion and joining the party "AAAAARRRRM WRRESSSTTTLEEE!!!!" he called out with her hands cupped over her mouth. More saiyans heard and followed her like sheep.
"Not you too!" Haku whined.
The stage was set. The bulky saiyan sat at one end of the table with an inviting gaze and flashing his fingers as if preparing them for the incoming battle. Everyone's eyes peered and the boy was the center of attention; usually he didn't mind, but he wished all that energy and attention was used on something more productive -not some silly arm wrestle match! His eyes narrowed and glared at his opponent. He pouted and the man shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing they could do without looking like total killjoys. But as much as he wanted to be a fuddy-duddy stick-in-the-mud saiyan, he felt compelled to accept the challenge.
His little hand reached across the table, and once their calloused palms met, the crowd cheered and wailed.
"OOOOOOH!!! IT'S ON!!!" one of them called.
Onia placed her hands over the competitors and began counting down. "Okay! 3... 2... 1!"
From the instant her soft -yet strong hands released them, the two saiyans were deep in an internal and external power struggle. Their muscles bulged and veins protruded from his fair skin. As the spectators gawked, cheered, and succumbed to their intoxication; a smile grew over the boy's visage. His mother ran over to the counter and back, slamming two jugs of freshly served beer on the table -one for each participant. The man and the boy looked firmly and mutually in the eye and reached for the handle, wolfing down the brew without breaking eye contact. The crowd was wooed by the sheer ferocity displayed in the table. Their hands haven't budged an inch from the start of the wrestle, the battle was in the details of their arms, the look in their eyes, the stress forced on the wooden table, and the surging ki which flowed through their limbs.
People danced around them, women flashed their cleavage, men gave moral support and meaningless tips. So many distractions yet they could only seem themselves. Haku grit his teeth, his arm finally giving in to the strain. Everyone suddenly fell silent and glued their eyes on the table. The large man grinned with satisfaction, "This isn't a game of strength, boy, it's about endurance!"
Haku snarled at his remark although it made plenty sense. When two people of similar power are pit against each other, it's a matter of who can outlast the other. It seemed the evening had turned into a fortuitous opportunity for the boy to learn a thing or two about fighting and the forces involved. But it wasn't over until the fat lady sings! -or, in this case, sneeze. ACHOOOOOO!
BAM!
One hand finally subdued the other in that split second of misfortune and the battle had been decided. Everyone gawked in amazement, clearly satisfied with the result of the duel. Onia, of course, was the first to break the silence.
"HAKUSAI WINS!"
Two gorgeous saiyan women slip a smooch on each of the boy's cheeks. His jaded eyes gaze at the large man, still managing to throw haughty grin at the saiyan who was not so jolly anymore. His chest inhaled and exhaled with every deep breath as he slowly recovered his stamina.
"He cheated!" the man protested, slamming the table with his giant fist and pointing an accusing finger at the boy. He grabbed the table and tossed it aside, leaving nothing between he and the child. Haku was instantly at high alert the moment the saiyan raised his voice. Instinctly he started charging an energy blast, but then shot a quick glance at the bartender who gave a disapproving scowl, pointing at the 'no energy in the house' sign plastered at the bar. They wouldn't stop ol'saiyans from their natural desire to beat themselves up, but the least they could do was reduce the damage by restraining from use of energy based attacks. Haku allowed the buzzing bulge of ki to fade in his hands and an instant later the other saiyan jumped him.
Immediately after he engaged the boy, another saiyan joined the fray, which caused a chain reaction of full-hearty saiyans just dying to rough each other up -and none were really on anyone's side. Onia sat leisurely at the stool near the bartender and sipped on her jug of ale silently, enjoying the basket case of butthurt saiyans and macho males bitch slapping each other with their goblets of brew. It wasn't long until the first smiled and they were all laughing like brothers. Saiyans were a conceited bunch, but in the bar, they were siblings -even if it took a dozen glasses of alcohol down their throats to achieve such brotherly love among their race, for the moment, they were like violent namekians.
After-party; everyone sat around the champion. Grudges were solved, eyes were swollen, they were all understood and done with. They cheered away the night with jolly smiles and mushed against each other in the couch while watching the game. For he's a holly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow... they sang. Haku, naturally, remained quietly and uncomfortably tight in the middle of it all, bound to be irritated once again as he strives to just focus on his sixth jug of ale. An irked air was about him, but he just groaned through the whole night...
The jug of ale slid across the wooden table seconds after demand. The yeast would spill a trail in its wake and rest masterfully in the experienced hand of a boy which could almost be deemed a toddler if a few more years were cut down. He sported his saiyan armor proudly as usual, probably the sole reason why he was getting service at the local bar, Clup Napz, named after one of the saiyan's first general; real name of which Haku couldn't bother to remember. It wasn't often that the boy would visit the place -much less with his mother, but when he did, things almost always got crazy. Clup Napz was where all the mercenaries and scum gathered to wrestle, spout ribald jests and speak like they knew a thing or two about history and war although none of those two have been made in a long time.
Hahahahaha!
The voices of various people could be heard mumbling and bursting into heartfelt tears of joy, but the loudest of them all was ironically his mother, Onia. She was always laid back and happy about everything. Contrary to Haku and his father, she was less serious and more about parties. People would always gather around her and listen to her stories and jokes. Fortunately for Haku, she never told any funny baby stories like a normal mother -if there were any. In fact, she never addressed the boy as her son, they were simply friends like a person they met in a normal and usual day.
Haku wolfed down the glass of brew like a grown man. Unlike children and weak men, he didn't cringe at the putrid taste of alcohol, he welcomed it. It gave him a fuzzy warm feeling through his chest and loosened him up. It was almost like holding a ball of ki, but inside his stomach. His half-open eyes surveyed over the cheery crowd and then shifted to the television which was broadcasting recent news about human riots and successful missions. Haku would concentrate on it quietly until it was suddenly switched to some stupid baseball game, the crowd grew louder, exhilarated by the change in atmosphere. Haku, unlike them, curled his nose in anger and glared at the group after having his program switched without consulting.
As many had already found out, and those who haven't would soon; Haku's father was a silent drunk, his mother a happy drunk -and Haku... Haku was an angry drunk. It was a bit fitting. Instead of making a silent person loud, like alcohol normally did, in lieu it only served to magnify their individual personalities; his serious father, his happy-go-lucky mother, and himself. Haku mumbled something about useless low-class saiyans and stupid sports, then tapped on the table to request another jug of ale from the bartender. The glass came rolling in just as fast as the first and the boy jugged it down his throat a bit faster than the last. He tapped once again for a third, but his attention was stolen by a pair of ranting drunks and shoving their goblets of beer at each other's faces and slamming them on the table, spilling the brew across the surface and dripping to the floor.
"You ain't no warrior, saiyan!"
"What are you saiyan, saiyan? Are you insaiyan!?"
"What!?"
"I'm every bit a saiyan as your lil'saiyan arse ever will!"
Their bickering would not cease and soon escalated into a thrilling arm wrestle. The groggy saiyans were at it for about a full minute, slowly cracking the table, but Haku couldn't take anymore of their yelling. His head was hurting. The little boy swallowed that last jug of ale and hopped down the stool from which he was sitting. Before he could say anything in the matter though, one of them turned to face him and grinned widely.
"Well, if it's Hakusai!" he called with his deep and reverberating voice. The stoned man was done fooling around and thrust his arm into the table at full power, burying the other drunken saiyan within the rubble. They could hear his moaning in the background, but neither of them cared. The man stood from his chair to greet the boy, whose inebriated and flustered face hadn't changed from the moment they made eye contact. "Come on over here!" the large man called, howling the boy over and sitting him on a brand new table he just pulled out from right under a nearby group of saiyans who fell on their faces.
Haku yelped as he was dragged and forced to sit against his will. His tail would stick on end like an irritated cat and he glared at the man. "C'mon," he said, laying his arm over the table, "pull one on me!" The boy looked at his gesture skeptically. He hadn't left the comfort of his high seat just so he could join in on their ridiculous and pointless game, as if it actually determined how strong they were. But before he could reject the offer, he was trapped like a rat by peer pressure whence the entire club gathered around them.
"Don't you people have anything better to do!?" he protested, though it was obvious they didn't.
Onia glanced back, taking her eyes away from the baseball game. Her lips puckered in surprise to see her son making friends and grinned at those sitting beside her before standing up from the cushion and joining the party "AAAAARRRRM WRRESSSTTTLEEE!!!!" he called out with her hands cupped over her mouth. More saiyans heard and followed her like sheep.
"Not you too!" Haku whined.
The stage was set. The bulky saiyan sat at one end of the table with an inviting gaze and flashing his fingers as if preparing them for the incoming battle. Everyone's eyes peered and the boy was the center of attention; usually he didn't mind, but he wished all that energy and attention was used on something more productive -not some silly arm wrestle match! His eyes narrowed and glared at his opponent. He pouted and the man shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing they could do without looking like total killjoys. But as much as he wanted to be a fuddy-duddy stick-in-the-mud saiyan, he felt compelled to accept the challenge.
His little hand reached across the table, and once their calloused palms met, the crowd cheered and wailed.
"OOOOOOH!!! IT'S ON!!!" one of them called.
Onia placed her hands over the competitors and began counting down. "Okay! 3... 2... 1!"
From the instant her soft -yet strong hands released them, the two saiyans were deep in an internal and external power struggle. Their muscles bulged and veins protruded from his fair skin. As the spectators gawked, cheered, and succumbed to their intoxication; a smile grew over the boy's visage. His mother ran over to the counter and back, slamming two jugs of freshly served beer on the table -one for each participant. The man and the boy looked firmly and mutually in the eye and reached for the handle, wolfing down the brew without breaking eye contact. The crowd was wooed by the sheer ferocity displayed in the table. Their hands haven't budged an inch from the start of the wrestle, the battle was in the details of their arms, the look in their eyes, the stress forced on the wooden table, and the surging ki which flowed through their limbs.
People danced around them, women flashed their cleavage, men gave moral support and meaningless tips. So many distractions yet they could only seem themselves. Haku grit his teeth, his arm finally giving in to the strain. Everyone suddenly fell silent and glued their eyes on the table. The large man grinned with satisfaction, "This isn't a game of strength, boy, it's about endurance!"
Haku snarled at his remark although it made plenty sense. When two people of similar power are pit against each other, it's a matter of who can outlast the other. It seemed the evening had turned into a fortuitous opportunity for the boy to learn a thing or two about fighting and the forces involved. But it wasn't over until the fat lady sings! -or, in this case, sneeze. ACHOOOOOO!
BAM!
One hand finally subdued the other in that split second of misfortune and the battle had been decided. Everyone gawked in amazement, clearly satisfied with the result of the duel. Onia, of course, was the first to break the silence.
"HAKUSAI WINS!"
Two gorgeous saiyan women slip a smooch on each of the boy's cheeks. His jaded eyes gaze at the large man, still managing to throw haughty grin at the saiyan who was not so jolly anymore. His chest inhaled and exhaled with every deep breath as he slowly recovered his stamina.
"He cheated!" the man protested, slamming the table with his giant fist and pointing an accusing finger at the boy. He grabbed the table and tossed it aside, leaving nothing between he and the child. Haku was instantly at high alert the moment the saiyan raised his voice. Instinctly he started charging an energy blast, but then shot a quick glance at the bartender who gave a disapproving scowl, pointing at the 'no energy in the house' sign plastered at the bar. They wouldn't stop ol'saiyans from their natural desire to beat themselves up, but the least they could do was reduce the damage by restraining from use of energy based attacks. Haku allowed the buzzing bulge of ki to fade in his hands and an instant later the other saiyan jumped him.
Immediately after he engaged the boy, another saiyan joined the fray, which caused a chain reaction of full-hearty saiyans just dying to rough each other up -and none were really on anyone's side. Onia sat leisurely at the stool near the bartender and sipped on her jug of ale silently, enjoying the basket case of butthurt saiyans and macho males bitch slapping each other with their goblets of brew. It wasn't long until the first smiled and they were all laughing like brothers. Saiyans were a conceited bunch, but in the bar, they were siblings -even if it took a dozen glasses of alcohol down their throats to achieve such brotherly love among their race, for the moment, they were like violent namekians.
After-party; everyone sat around the champion. Grudges were solved, eyes were swollen, they were all understood and done with. They cheered away the night with jolly smiles and mushed against each other in the couch while watching the game. For he's a holly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow... they sang. Haku, naturally, remained quietly and uncomfortably tight in the middle of it all, bound to be irritated once again as he strives to just focus on his sixth jug of ale. An irked air was about him, but he just groaned through the whole night...
