Dragonball M, Chapter 1: Silent Menace Aproaches!

[The Chou Lives]

“ Real enough yet?”

: Looks to Simon.:
“ Hey *******! Try fighting someone more your speed!” As he drains energy from simulation to charge a Dragon Orb on the spot. Thinking of what to do next. As he hopes to distract him by hurting his ego.:

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

A man falls from the sky, noticed by any ki sensing at the moment. Bearded, fists clenched, he strikes the ground in front of them all and unleashed a torrent of ki with the blow, air pressure and ki wave blasting everyone back.

Simon Battersea. Younger, his hands stained with blood and a jade dragon artifact peaking out of his back pack.

He moved like a hurricane, his fists slamming into Totoma hard enough to break his jaw and shatter teeth. A flurry of blows left two ribs broken, a clavicle, and right wrist as he yanks Totoma and throws him into Sarada hard enough to indent the two of them into a boulder.

Broken jaw, shattered teeth, a couple of ribs, his clavicle, and his right wrist, broken in this illusion. He was experiencing unimaginable pain, but... it wasn't real. And he'd felt much, much worse in the past. Battersea was an absolute amateur compared to Jagam when it came to inflicting pain.

He fell out of the imprint in the boulder and then just laid there, wondering when this pointless bullshit would be done with.

[Ptrvc]

A man falls from the sky, noticed by any ki sensing at the moment. Bearded, fists clenched, he strikes the ground in front of them all and unleashed a torrent of ki with the blow, air pressure and ki wave blasting everyone back.

Simon Battersea. Younger, his hands stained with blood and a jade dragon artifact peaking out of his back pack.

He moved like a hurricane, his fists slamming into Totoma hard enough to break his jaw and shatter teeth. A flurry of blows left two ribs broken, a clavicle, and right wrist as he yanks Totoma and throws him into Sarada hard enough to indent the two of them into a boulder.

"Crap."

Jack approached Battersea. Bedlam had said that Battersea was a bit weaker in the grapple than anything else, at least compared to everything else. Not that that helped as much as Jack would want.

With a sudden flash of his Snake Eyes technique Jack rushed in to grab an arm and try and force Battersea into a grapple.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

A man falls from the sky, noticed by any ki sensing at the moment. Bearded, fists clenched, he strikes the ground in front of them all and unleashed a torrent of ki with the blow, air pressure and ki wave blasting everyone back.

Simon Battersea. Younger, his hands stained with blood and a jade dragon artifact peaking out of his back pack.

He moved like a hurricane, his fists slamming into Totoma hard enough to break his jaw and shatter teeth. A flurry of blows left two ribs broken, a clavicle, and right wrist as he yanks Totoma and throws him into Sarada hard enough to indent the two of them into a boulder.

"Batte-" was all she could get out before Battersea -- a young Battersea at that -- hurled himself at Totoma and laid into him with a vicious, merciless, relentless volley of punches. He beat the mutt into a bloody pulp before throwing him in the purebred, sending them both careening into a boulder.

Okay. That hurt.

Not as much as the idiot mutt with his big mouth, but certainly enough to make her regret being unable to get out of the way in time.

"Get. The ****. Off!" she gritted as she shoved Totoma out of the indentation they made and to the ground. She then stepped over him and limped back to the battle. "Idiot."

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

"Batte-" was all she could get out before Battersea -- a young Battersea at that -- hurled himself at Totoma and laid into him with a vicious, merciless, relentless volley of punches. He beat the mutt into a bloody pulp before throwing him in the purebred, sending them both careening into a boulder.

Okay. That hurt.

Not as much as the idiot mutt with his big mouth, but certainly enough to make her regret being unable to get out of the way in time.

"Get. The ****. Off!" she gritted as she shoved Totoma out of the indentation they made and to the ground. She then stepped over him and limped back to the battle. "Idiot."

'Have fun with your pretend fight.' came the telepathic reply, with not a hint of sarcasm. At least the others could enjoy this charade.

All he wanted to do was... ****, just mindless pushups and situps was better than this.

[rhyvurg]

Seeing itself now in a blasted desert, Adam instinctively spreads itself out, increasing it's surface area and partially shading the group.

A man falls from the sky, noticed by any ki sensing at the moment. Bearded, fists clenched, he strikes the ground in front of them all and unleashed a torrent of ki with the blow, air pressure and ki wave blasting everyone back.

Simon Battersea. Younger, his hands stained with blood and a jade dragon artifact peaking out of his back pack.

He moved like a hurricane, his fists slamming into Totoma hard enough to break his jaw and shatter teeth. A flurry of blows left two ribs broken, a clavicle, and right wrist as he yanks Totoma and throws him into Sarada hard enough to indent the two of them into a boulder.

Simon Battersea. This was about learning the enemy before confronting them. Adam advances quickly, activating The Circle Screams to close the distance.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

'Have fun with your pretend fight.' came the telepathic reply, with not a hint of sarcasm. At least the others could enjoy this charade.

All he wanted to do was... ****, just mindless pushups and situps was better than this.

'Have fun picking your teeth up,' was Sarada's reply. 'Oh, and I hope you at least pay attention so the same thing doesn't happen in real life.'

Her crimson aura exploded around her as she flew into motion, closing in on Battersea. When she was close enough, she suddenly dropped down and tried to trip him with her legs, then her tail. if she got him on the ground, then she could try and wrestle him into submission.

[Yun Lao]

"That's it..." He muttered to himself, pulling out his communicator.

Charco was done being confused by all of these sudden scene changes, he was done with trying to be considerate of the others, he was tired of trying to think his way through this.

Popping out the ear buds, he stuffed them in before tapping a button on the device, starting the song. The chaotic beats and sounds blasting into his ears had the opposite affect on him, as his mind and body relaxed.

The air around him began to shimmer much like the illusionary heat wave of their current setting, yet soon enough, the shimmer erupted into a green aura of energy, which trailed behind him as he shot towards Battersea, seeking to drive his knee into the imaginary man's face.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

'Have fun picking your teeth up,' was Sarada's reply. 'Oh, and I hope you at least pay attention so the same thing doesn't happen in real life.'

Her crimson aura exploded around her as she flew into motion, closing in on Battersea. When she was close enough, she suddenly dropped down and tried to trip him with her legs, then her tail. if she got him on the ground, then she could try and wrestle him into submission.

'I will, to both. This isn't real, so it doesn't excite me at all.'

Still, pain was pretty much indistinguishable from the real thing. He had to give Miss Kami credit for that. Or whichever one of her predecessors built this room.

[The Chou Lives]

As for Chou, he to blasts music from his phone.:

“ The Touch.”

As the music plays in, he invokes his Dragon Orb as irbtion and his power level spikes times two. His right arm shot into a ton of pain, steam coming from it as the hand turned metallic! As the fist size was the size of a three story building.

He literally roars from the pain inflicted on himself. As he watches Charco, looming for moment to strike.

“ Your body is in a great deal of pain, real pain. Is it worth it?”

“ Shut Up Master Unit!”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Totoma vanishes.

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In the real world, Totoma stumbles and finds he alone is awake. The others are all in a deep mental sparring session. He alone is back in the real world.

Except Kami.

Who looks pissed.

Faster than he can think he and her are outside, her hand on his throat.

“You stupid, arrogant, pissant!”

She throws him through two of the Lookout trees, stalking towards him with a fire surrounding her aura. Her eyes begin to glow.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

'I will, to both. This isn't real, so it doesn't excite me at all.'

Still, pain was pretty much indistinguishable from the real thing. He had to give Miss Kami credit for that. Or whichever one of her predecessors built this room.

'How Saiyan of you,' she sneered.

Then, he vanished, she noticed. As in gone from the scenario, since she couldn't sense him anymore. Hmm. Maybe Kami took him out for some 'real' training.

Hehe.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Simon Battersea. Younger, his hands stained with blood and a jade dragon artifact peaking out of his back pack.

He moved like a hurricane, his fists slamming into Totoma hard enough to break his jaw and shatter teeth. A flurry of blows left two ribs broken, a clavicle, and right wrist as he yanks Totoma and throws him into Sarada hard enough to indent the two of them into a boulder.

Two things were very quickly apparent.

This was more a History lesson than anything else, and while Kami was at the very least attempting to prevent any lasting harm to their physical bodies ... that did not mean she would not attempt to make them hurt. Which itself was an amusing idea to the Oni as she

'I will, to both. This isn't real, so it doesn't excite me at all.'

Still, pain was pretty much indistinguishable from the real thing.

Totoma did not care for pain, or suffering, if the end result was not a true life or death situation. In a way it was a form of survivor's guilt, Ishtar surmised but it did mean one thing ... the boy was far more psychologically damaged than the Oni had initially assumed.

Totoma vanishes.

Then he was gone in the blink of an eye, and the golden-eyed Oni understood. Kami would be talking to him ... and given the stakes of her gamble- and what the boy's mother had done- Ishtar was not sure if that was going to be particularly pleasant.

---

Ishtar turned her attention to Simon Battersea then, and watched as Charco, and Sarada were the first to enter the fray.

And after a moment of silent contemplation, the Oni grunted and bounced into step; eyes carefully on the dance about to happen between the trio as she worked on getting a feel for this simulated Battersea. How did he move ? What did he target ? Did he leave himself exposed ? In the end the golden-eyed Oni did not feel herself capable of engaging with the man herself, down and arm as she was even in her mind's eye. Yet she could at the very least coordinate the movements of her new student, and the boy who fought with the ferocity of long dead lizards.

'I am watching Sarada, and will guide you as best I can'.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

Totoma vanishes.

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In the real world, Totoma stumbles and finds he alone is awake. The others are all in a deep mental sparring session. He alone is back in the real world.

Except Kami.

Who looks pissed.

Faster than he can think he and her are outside, her hand on his throat.

“You stupid, arrogant, pissant!”

She throws him through two of the Lookout trees, stalking towards him with a fire surrounding her aura. Her eyes begin to glow.

Without warning and a chance to react, he was out of the illusion and thrown through two of the lookout's trees. He rolled to a stop, then pushed himself up into a kneeling position. A wide grin was plastered across his face.

"Yeah, that's more like it," he said, standing up. Kami's approach was intimidating and he did take a few steps back before dropping into a fighting stance. "Just what mom used to call me when I was being a little shithead."

His mother had, in fact, called him a "stupid, arrogant pissant" at some point later on in his training.

"Go ahead and beat me to the brink of death. It's the only way I'll learn."

[KingofPie]

Battersea! Even an illusion could prove a worthy enemy though Sasheem wondered at what point in time, this Battersea was copied from. Either way ot was time to find out. Sasheem figured he wouldn't be going to the tournament anyway, so this may be his only chance to try and kill Battersea.

Sasheem exhaled. Concentrated upon one thing. Annihilation of his target. Three arms sprouted from each of his sides and one on his back totalling in seven. The sacred Naga Palm.

Sasheem propelled himself upwards, slung the technique Kami had taught him and stretched out one of his arms to issue a chop at the back of 'Battersea's' neck as two more aimed to punch him in his gut.