At The Speed of Sound Waves Oct 3, 2021 14:25:23 GMT -5
Post by Pracross on Oct 3, 2021 14:25:23 GMT -5
At The Speed of Sound Waves
Pracross - Saiyan - 35,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP -0% - Base Form
Something about South City had always been so appealing to Pracross ever since the world tournament. Most of the fighters had already left. At this point, you’d only find people who were residential or wanted to train to become the next big thing. It was always a joy to visit and spar with the people who were lined up for a fight or two, but none of the patrons could ever keep up with Pracross. Their powers were simply too low, so suppressing his energy was the only means to prevent the patrons from rocketing out to sea with one blow.
Even if the fights were subpar, there was one thing South City had that consistently called him back. Between the beautiful landscape and the ever-energetic citizens, their unique fruits and fish were what called him to the city. Dining on a meal of squid and pineapples was always a joy for the Saiyan, often finding himself spending the last of his money in order to buy a full plate. Luckily, Pracross managed to hold back and saved up for this occasion so that when he showed up at the usual restaurant, the King of the Sea, he had nearly a thousand zeni left over. That was enough for groceries!
A delicious meal, a few fights, and a small flight later, Pracross sat in the sand of South City’s vast beaches. With a can of Hetap in his hands, the Saiyan was taking a moment to enjoy the sunset. The teen had decided that he wanted to re-immerse himself in Earth’s simplistic enjoyments, since his trip back home had gotten him unadjusted to the planet’s unique beauties. However, the sun was nothing unusual to him. It’s beauty was grand, sure, but he watched it every night from his hammock. Was there a way to make this more exciting? The Saiyan had been pondering for some time now, thinking of a safe way to entertain himself and the citizens of the beach.
An idea came to mind. What if he made a light show? The sky was dim enough to enjoy fireworks, so why not make some? Creating a small ball of ki in his palm, the Saiyan stood from his seat, soda in hand and sand stuck on his pants. Making fireworks didn’t seem like the brightest idea, especially because they might have been illegal without a permit, but Pracross wasn’t the thinking type for anything but throwing fists. Hovering a hand to the sky, Vagabond shot some colored ki blasts into the sky. The balls of energy soared into the sky with a harsh whistle to reveal their speed and power. As they touched the tip of the seeable skyline, they exploded, rupturing the sky with purples, blues, oranges, and red, a small light show for anyone in the area.