Hungry Hungry Saiyan [INV ONLY | GIRA]

Lotuce listened to the woman as she spoke, starting with her affirmations and her congratulations as well as a word of warning to be careful or he could do some serious damage despite how strong or weak he was at the moment; especially since his strength would only go up from here on out. Lotuce then watched as the woman’s whole body began to tense up as she spoke on about Saiyan’s and growing stronger with every fight. This was something that his parents had already told him, so it was not new nor necessary information at this stage in his life.

Lotuce was about to interject and explain that he already had known all of this about the Saiyan race when he could suddenly feel the woman’s Ki flare up higher than he had ever felt in his life. Even if he couldn’t feel and sense Ki he would feel this. Suddenly he was pushed back a bit by the sheer force of the woman’s now golden Ki. He looked at her a bit astonished as she explained that this was a Super Saiyan and it was the pinnacle of the Saiyan Race, or at least that was what Lotuce was left to assume based on her statements.

Lotuce then blinked as she said to hit her with all that he had, his single strongest attack. Gira stated that she would not move an inch from that spot to dodge his attack. He knew she did not need to, he was not nearly strong enough even in her base from to really damage her in any meaningful way. Part of him did want to turn tail and run, but another more primal part of his soul said to take the offer, even as she explained that after his attack would be her turn and that she had trouble controlling herself while in that form.

He blinked and jumped back a bit. Not to run away or show cowardice – but to instead take the woman up on her offer. He soon began to focus all of his energy into his chest, near his solar plexus. As he did he placed both his hands on either side of his torso, cupped around where the energy was forming into a crimson ball of energy. He looked at the woman, keeping a firm line of sight on her, not to see what damage he did to her but instead to see how she would manage to tank the shot directly.

Then, with almost no warning he would let his Ki erupt, shoving his arms forwards with his hands connected and touching at the palms with hands splayed out similar to the Kamehameha he had just learned. The crimson ball soon turned into a long pillar of crimson light that would connect him to her should she not block, dodge or otherwise stop his attack. It was deceptively thin considering it was worth all of his energy and then some if it had hit her…

Before he knew what was going on the young Saiyan felt the woman’s hand smack into his back several times. He had started falling forwards but soon found himself flying backwards into a nearby cliff, his mind barely registering the fact that she had placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him. Lotuce was in the air for a few moments before his mind had truly registered what was going on at the moment. When he did he tried to slow himself down but was not able to stop fully and before he knew it he came to a sudden and full stop.

With a loud crash the young Saiyan collided with the cliff. It hurt to land himself in the cliff, he managed to stop about halfway through the rock. Groaning a bit he was dazed as he heard the woman say that she knew he had more to give, that he best make himself memorable at the very least. It was then that something inside of him snapped, the taunting she gave him was a bit too much for his mental state at the moment. With a loud roar of anger his Ki began to flare up suddenly.

His normally colorless Ki would turn a pitch black with a red tinge to it as a highlight. His hair would stick up and become a bit spikier. The irises of his eyes would slowly go from their standard black to being crimson in color whilst his pupils stayed pitch black. He had entered the wrathful state that the woman wanted to be shown. Suddenly the Saiyan boy was flying towards her, his vision tunneling and locking onto her as best he can. Lotuce then threw a few harsh but fast punches at the woman, the epitome of his physical attacks.

If he managed to get her onto the backfoot he would twist himself a bit and hold the hand closest to her up; in the palm of his hand a crimson ball with a black core appeared and was suddenly launched at the woman, he was attacking with his Savage Ball attack, firing it right at the woman’s center mass to increase the odds of him hitting her with the attack. Once the attack was fired he would try and close in to the woman wherever she ended up and tried to land another flurry of punches and kicks onto her hoping that would show her his strength.

Lotuce was no longer listening, he was not truly in control of this form of his. He was almost a wild animal at this point, that opening attack was basically the last bits of his consciousness fading as he entered the wrathful state. He had very little practice using this form as he had not felt much need to push himself to enter the form. His attacks were much stronger than before but he no longer had any tactics to each punch and kick he threw at the woman. He was fully in a berserker state at this point in the fight.

“RRRAAAAHHHAHHAHHARRR!!!" Screamed the Saiyan youth in a bestial fashion spit leaving his mouth as he had done so. His punches and kicks coming more and more furiously, each one thrown sharper than the last but with less concern for tactics or forethought to how they were moving. Without waiting for an opening to create some distance Lotuce placed both of his hands on either side of his chest and suddenly fired off his highest normal level strength attack, the crimson orb fired from between his hands at chest height right at the woman’s face and body.

The attack he fired was stronger than anything else he had ever fired up until now, being his full strength blast at the woman. If she had been paying attention to his previous attacks she would have thought it was going to be his Savage Explosion but instead it was actually his Heavy Savage Blast technique. The straight line attack was usually best used with some distance between him and his opponent to give him a chance to charge it but in his current mindset he was lucky to get a feint to materialize from how he was focused and how his mind was clouded by the rage and anger of the transformation making him nearly into just another ape like the rest of his species during a transformation.

Once he launched the attack, whether he managed to hit the woman or not he was quickly charging towards her again, his body contorting itself to dodge any attacks she may have thrown at him while he was in transit to her. He was no longer trying to punch her but instead his hands were open and being held like claws. He threw his hands forward at the woman, as if he was trying to scratch her, to rip and tear her to little shreds.

Lotuce did not hear a word that the Saiyan warrior was saying, no he was not even in full control of himself. It was like he was watching from outside himself as his body moved; as his body attacked without regard for his wants and desires. He hated using this form because it almost always took away his ability to control himself given enough time. While the man was definitely not there fully, the back of his mind was however still attempting to follow what Gira was saying to him, though it was not an easy thing for him to do while he was not fully in control.

Then the woman disappeared from Lotuce’s line of sight. Without warning suddenly the Saiyan found himself barely noticing the attack that she had made. His mind barely registered the shock of the hit, the two fingers pressing into the back of his neck right atop a pressure point. His eyes and aura returned to normal almost instantly as he fell to the ground, unable to move or speak. He was rendered defeated while in his current strongest form with almost no effort on the woman’s side at all. The sparring match…no the battle, was over for the time being.

Lotuce lay on the ground defeated, his body barely damaged but the off switch on his ability to communicate with the rest of his body had been pressed for now and he was going to rest at this juncture. The wind blew harshly as his body slowly but surely fell into a natural almost sleep like breathing cycle. His eyes had closed naturally and he was at the very least asleep at the moment. His body was completely defenseless should the woman decide to do actual harm to him or turn him over to the authorities…