[001] With the Best of Them
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isuckatbaseballCharacters: Gohan and [1-2 slots, Asgard only]
Setting: The "Saiyans Only" Gym Room
Content: Safe For Work
Summary: When your best isn't enough, where do you turn?
Status: In Progress
It was a near-mirror to a room he was familiar with. A feeling of home in such a strange land. Yet still, something about being in this room sickened him. This wasn't Gohan's providence, this was a space that should've been claimed by the arrogant, prideful Prince. Somewhere that blows were traded, somewhere that sweat and blood washed off them in waves. The thunderous claps of their blows reverberating throughout these hallowed halls.
Now all that echoed through the hall was a sense of futility.
His hands were balled into fists, the nails digging into his palm. He paid the sensation no mind, even as small crimson threads trickled around the curvature of his hand, slowly dripping onto the floor beneath him. He threw his hand out to the side, slamming it against the curved, metallic wall. The cool sensation of the structure jolted him out of his stupor. If Metatron had failed, Gohan would only need to become that much better to save his friend, to save his family.
He strode over to the console and began toying with the controls. He needed to push himself, to find that wall and to smash through it. If he couldn't, there would be no chance of him saving Vegeta, no chance of him protecting the others from the rampage of the Saiyan Prince. Three hundred... Three hundred and fifty... The number climbed higher and higher until the readout displayed "500 G. Warning: Max Output." With grim determination, he slammed his hand on the button that commanded the console to engage his training regimen. From holes that opened in the floor and ceiling came spheres that hovered lazily about the room before abruptly halting.
All too soon, the force acting on Gohan's body became more than he'd ever felt. His bones screamed in protest, and he collapsed onto the floor from the sudden unexpected change. Hissing in pain, he pushed off the ground, sweat already beginning to bead on his forehead and roll down his cheeks. The spheres watched unblinkingly as his plight continued, and as one foot finally found purchase on the floor properly, they whirled around with an intensity that was familiar to Gohan, and yet he couldn't help but dread what he knew came next.
Bolts of energy erupted forth from the devices, tearing through his clothing and skin alike, and pain shot through his body in a jolt. The internal screaming of his bones became the external screaming of his voice, and his mind was moving a mile a minute. What was happening? 500 times gravity was something he could do easily, and he'd made sure that the standard force of gravity in this chamber was also nine-point-eight meters per second squared, just like Earth. So why was he so weak? Why was this conquering him instead of warming him up?
His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, clothing full of tears and a small amount of blood pooling beneath him. The display on the door changed from "Now Under 500x Earth's Gravity" to "Simulation Complete" as the door to the chamber unlocked.
Setting: The "Saiyans Only" Gym Room
Content: Safe For Work
Summary: When your best isn't enough, where do you turn?
Status: In Progress
It was a near-mirror to a room he was familiar with. A feeling of home in such a strange land. Yet still, something about being in this room sickened him. This wasn't Gohan's providence, this was a space that should've been claimed by the arrogant, prideful Prince. Somewhere that blows were traded, somewhere that sweat and blood washed off them in waves. The thunderous claps of their blows reverberating throughout these hallowed halls.
Now all that echoed through the hall was a sense of futility.
His hands were balled into fists, the nails digging into his palm. He paid the sensation no mind, even as small crimson threads trickled around the curvature of his hand, slowly dripping onto the floor beneath him. He threw his hand out to the side, slamming it against the curved, metallic wall. The cool sensation of the structure jolted him out of his stupor. If Metatron had failed, Gohan would only need to become that much better to save his friend, to save his family.
He strode over to the console and began toying with the controls. He needed to push himself, to find that wall and to smash through it. If he couldn't, there would be no chance of him saving Vegeta, no chance of him protecting the others from the rampage of the Saiyan Prince. Three hundred... Three hundred and fifty... The number climbed higher and higher until the readout displayed "500 G. Warning: Max Output." With grim determination, he slammed his hand on the button that commanded the console to engage his training regimen. From holes that opened in the floor and ceiling came spheres that hovered lazily about the room before abruptly halting.
All too soon, the force acting on Gohan's body became more than he'd ever felt. His bones screamed in protest, and he collapsed onto the floor from the sudden unexpected change. Hissing in pain, he pushed off the ground, sweat already beginning to bead on his forehead and roll down his cheeks. The spheres watched unblinkingly as his plight continued, and as one foot finally found purchase on the floor properly, they whirled around with an intensity that was familiar to Gohan, and yet he couldn't help but dread what he knew came next.
Bolts of energy erupted forth from the devices, tearing through his clothing and skin alike, and pain shot through his body in a jolt. The internal screaming of his bones became the external screaming of his voice, and his mind was moving a mile a minute. What was happening? 500 times gravity was something he could do easily, and he'd made sure that the standard force of gravity in this chamber was also nine-point-eight meters per second squared, just like Earth. So why was he so weak? Why was this conquering him instead of warming him up?
His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, clothing full of tears and a small amount of blood pooling beneath him. The display on the door changed from "Now Under 500x Earth's Gravity" to "Simulation Complete" as the door to the chamber unlocked.
