Cool Off (Now Closed)

The man did not fear that blast. Not because he saw it as nothing that was worth as an adversary or, to put it in better terms: a threat. He knew that blast was going to hurt, but in the same way he wished to reward the Earthling with the slightest bit of satisfaction due to how well she played this spar. He knew he could have powered up easily and absolutely swatted such flare into oblivion, but he decided not to — maybe Jackie would have also felt enthusiastic about getting a clear hit on the Saiyan. Therefore, why not?

The Saiyan did not do much, instead as it came rushing for him his arms were folded over his chest before they rose up to his body to at least try to guard himself from the flames that soon engulfed it, and with a loud impact, they blew up with no remorse or mercy whatsoever. His entire body was burning with great intensity and the very flames of hell felt as if they were slowly taking his corpse as a trophy to the Devil.

It hurt, it very much did. His very skin and bones were screaming endlessly, for it to end and so he could just lay down and take a good rest. But even then, it looked like the beam only left smoke and little debris. His figure did not immediately remerge but when he did, it was obvious that he had gotten hurt; his body was bruised, something she could easily tell as his very top had been burned to nothing, shredded and torn apart from the scorching experience.

Thankfully the rest of his clothes were fine, however. But he exhaled, deeply. His throat begna clearing itself as he tried to make it easier on himself to let the passage of air take place in his lungs, he looked up at her.

“Not bad.”

He admitted. It was really a good technique, a very powerful one. But likewise the man decided to use a move from his own arsenal now, as his energy began to leak out. It was pure, crystalline and bright. Slowly his very ki began to grow loose and soon it took the form of a spiral, it had wide circles — it was beautiful to the eye, and yet the spiral grew wider each turn and soon it made circles around Nasu until it flew up and above him. The energy grew large enough for it to take the shape of an animal skull — of a lizard, or most precisely, a dragon.

It was azure, large and quite intimidating of course, with crimson eyes that were pointed entirely at Jackie.

“I have felt that. But if you do not want to be something more, then do whatever you like. It is your life.”

Nasu decided to pretty much give her the old five on her face: if she did not care about being a warrior, it was her loss, essentially. He could not worry over her personal issues when he was given that very little to work with, therefore while he would not have minded helping her out he decided to give up the idea of talking her into it. If anything Nasu hoped she would have at least been ready for his next shot.

His leg rose high enough until he slammed it down into the ground, the dragon followed suit and soon enough it flew off towards Jackie’s way: it was aiming to get a good bite off her, as it would have blown up into a grand explosion, too.

The man’s body felt like a piece of charcoal that had just come out of the oven no doubt, but even then he slowly began to wonder: what else was there to do by now? He had already given a big shot to this woman and yet, even as he did, he could already have a feeling that she was not going to back down. She was very Saiyan like in that regard, it was a good thing.

But what really concerned him were his injuries, admittedly he still felt a little weak. He had been worse before but all in one moment he suddenly took that flaming blast that had seriously begun giving him one hell of a toll on his body. It sucked. But still he continued to breathe and fight and as proof of it, he sent quite the truck in Jackie’s way — a truck under the form and shape of a dragon.

That did hurt quite a bit. He could tell that from the very noises his ears were picking up; she had to have been sent off the ground and away, of course. Not that he was proud of having hurt somebody, but at least it did also hit.

Nasu did not need to see through the dust he kicked up, for the very moment his very technique connected his very muscles also began aching: was this what it meant to be overperforming? No, not at all. He felt great if anything, his very blood could not be warmer and hotter in his veins right now and his very thirst for battle was slowly being pleased but of course that meant one thing: they were slowly and slowly making this spar into a mess, he wondered if perhaps the Earthling would have really been intent on wanting to pushing themselves so far or perhaps would they call it a day?

He began to wonder and all in all, there was only one way to find out: the man did not attend any further and instead walked inside the dust, even if a little slow. It was not like he could not run but rather he decided to take it easy; if he was to run for it, she would have probably thought he was going to strike once more. Even if that was of course not the case quite yet, but well, as he did, though… his very energies began to align, his very heart beat harder and harder.

Honestly since she was laying out on the grass, besides his footsteps she could probably hear a few harder tones: it was nothing more or less than his heartbeat, it was quite loud right now as he expected not only to be ambushed himself now, but regardless of it, he was having quite the good time that day. So, he walked inside and saw the Earthling taking it easy.

“Out of gas, firecracker?”

He said, somewhat out of a joke. It was kind of the nickname he had already decided to give this woman, but furthermore there was also the issue itself that she did not seem very prone to continue fighting. Even if he did not mind, he already had a great time as it was but instead, even then, he decided to sit it down. Even if she was going to take advantage of this, whatever. He let himself sit, not too close to her but enough so he could keep an eye on her, while the smoke settled away.

“So… do you feel like duking out our fists until neither of us can any longer stand or are you calling it a day? I do not mind either way. Seeing you with that thing you were eating… the tacos, made me a little curious to try it out. But I will still choose a fight over food.”

So he gave her a choice, a pretty plain and easy one: fight or no fight? That was the problem, right? All in all, he waited for her answer, and pushed for it even, as his energies were slowly burning back to higher levels.

“So… what will it be? I am fine with either, but I have been enough of a pain in the ass for you. Knocking you out of your senses is the last thing I want. All acting aside, I am sorry that I interrupted your day.”

The man brought a hand to his neck — the back of it to be precise and quietly rubbed it, was he disrespectful for not faking that her beam had blasted him down? He guessed maybe it was, or perhaps he simply tried too hard for a spar, but nevertheless he could understand where she was coming from… that was perhaps her best technique in the arsenal, it would have probably helped her confidence out a little if he had managed to pull an act.

Ah well, too late for that.

“Sorry. But it was strong. I mean it.”

Nasu soon enough decided to let go of any suppression and soon enough all of his energy was released, but it did not spark much danger, as now he had no intent to attack or continue battling just like Jackie did not. And thankfully she was okay, too. He did not (ironically) think his dragon could ever make somebody loosen up from their tough days, perhaps yet another secret ability or he had just managed to entertain her enough.

“Ah, you know. That was totally my plan. Make you hungry again, that is. I dare say this battle will make you stronger once you have rested, but still… I am happy you are satisfied. It is a feeling I can understand.”

She did not agree with him? An eyebrow rose but perhaps soon the answer came to him: she was referring to becoming a full-time warrior, most likely. He did not quite know what to think of that, as he did not exactly… care too much. Honestly. He was sure her power was wasted for being a mechanic, but again, he was not going to blame her for it eternally.

“Eh, it is okay. It is your life, so you can do whatever you want with it. I am sorry if I came off differently earlier. I just wanted to make your temper get off the horses and turn the battle a little spicier. I hope you can forgive me for that.”

Nasu came still too polite for a Saiyan, but that was an aspect of himself he did not care about, and he nodded his head soon, too.

“It was fun, yeah. We should do it again some time.”

Chill out, huh?

Maybe that was not a bad idea, after all. It was true that things had gotten pretty lively but at least now that things were now peaceful for the moment, he supposed it was better basking in the moment than to seek even further conflict at this point. Still, of course, he decided against asking Jackie anything else about her. He did not think it was probably going to go anywhere, truth be told. So, he simply clapped his hands and at the mere gesture, the golden cloud returned from the skies and hovered next to Nasu.

“That is fair. It is good that you prioritize your work. I also would but my work is a little different from being a mechanic. Well, it was a good fight nevertheless. Do you want to eat up some food? Without, you know, trying to pull each other’s hair.”

He was being ironic, of course, mentioning the two’s odd interactions back at Spacey but he waited of course to hear if she was even interested in spending some more time together but regardless he would still climb upon his cloud and sit on it once more.

He was a bit confused: what did she mean woman with anger issues? He was pretty sure every kind of person with anger problems would have been troublesome to handle, regardless however he did not question this verbally, and instead just nodded his head about ‘ending up worse’, as the man did not seem to quite be scared from the perspective itself.

“Well, that was exactly what I was looking for.”

Not that he had woken up that day thinking he would have gone ahead and gotten his ass kicked, but of course as a Saiyan there was still very little to do when it came to his fighting nature, no matter what origins or background he possessed. The man did not even make further objections to her just wanting to chill out on her own and instead he nodded, he could respect some alone time. He had been chilling out for years on his own until barely a month ago.

“Uh, yeah. You do not even have to ask.”

Nasu knew that most likely he would not have seen the firecracker for a bit while, he did not expect to remain on Earth for long enough anymore as the tournament would advance and both his partner and himself would head back to Plant, but he decided to keep that to himself, too, and instead his hand rose in a greeting.

“Threatening me with a battle? Not a promise I can hold, then. In any case, take care of yourself kid.”

The man would have probably mentioned something like: grow stronger or, well, he had no idea honestly. He had very little words at the moment and most likely he would have just gone back to ship so he could take some rest for the day, he had eaten and fought after all. All he needed was some sleep at the moment, most likely. And therefore his cloud rose from the very ground and up in the sky, vertically, all at once on one axis before it soon shot itself off into the landscape, carrying the man around.