Post by Future Gohan on Jun 1, 2011 20:20:24 GMT -6
Gohan had heard stories from his father about climbing this tower. He knew that it had helped Goku surpass his enemies at the time. Unfortunately, Gohan's power level seemed to have dipped to nearly nothing during his time in the Other World. He should have trained more, waiting for the day that Trunks would manage to bring him back. He looked at Korin's Tower, knowing that it would be difficult to do with only one arm, yet he was positive that he could make it, knowing that he would have to do so if he wanted to be able to get any amount of his old power back.
He approached the pole slowly, feeling rather unsure of how to approach climbing with only one arm. Usually if he needed to go somewhere high, he would have flown but his father had told him that would defeat the entire purpose of going there in the first place. He stared at the challenge with determination, his nervousness disappearing in the face of his resolve. "I can do this, just like father." He said, grabbing the ledge that was near his head.
He wrapped his arm around the pillar, taking steps up with his feet. It was going to be a long and difficult climb, he could tell. He had to stop and move his arm every few steps and he was only ten feet off of the ground and he could already tell that this was going to take some perseverance. He began to do leaps, with his arm kept around the pole so he wouldn't accidentally go flying off. "I have to do this. For Dad, for Mother,.... For Trunks!" He was beginning to find it rather difficult to do this.
Sweat was dripping into his eyes as Gohan continued his slow journey upwards. It was the second day now and his progress moved incredibly slowly. It was a good thing that the halfbreed was very determined to do this or else the cripple might have given up and gone to do some easier training. He took in deep breaths, trying to pace himself so he wouldn't fail at this rather difficult task. "Gotta keep going, can't give up." He kept repeating those words to himself, only having to think of the fate of the Z fighters to keep himself motivated.
Gohan grimaced, his third day dragging out as his strength began to wane. He knew that he probably couldn't endure a third day of this. His arm was at its limit, if only his other arm was still here. He glanced down at the stub, feeling a wave of self doubt washing over him momentarily. He shook his head, willing himself to continue on, forcing his feet to continue as his arm wrapped higher around the tower. Gohan feared that soon his reflexes would be too sluggish and he would fall. He wasn't sure that, in the state he was in, he could fly.
Gohan was gasping for air as he finally reached the top of the tower. It was the fourth day, he had taken a day longer than his father had when he was a child. Of course, it wasn't exactly fair considering that having only one arm put him at a significant disadvantage. He managed to crawl over the edge of the building, collapsing in a heap while trying to catch his breath.
He approached the pole slowly, feeling rather unsure of how to approach climbing with only one arm. Usually if he needed to go somewhere high, he would have flown but his father had told him that would defeat the entire purpose of going there in the first place. He stared at the challenge with determination, his nervousness disappearing in the face of his resolve. "I can do this, just like father." He said, grabbing the ledge that was near his head.
He wrapped his arm around the pillar, taking steps up with his feet. It was going to be a long and difficult climb, he could tell. He had to stop and move his arm every few steps and he was only ten feet off of the ground and he could already tell that this was going to take some perseverance. He began to do leaps, with his arm kept around the pole so he wouldn't accidentally go flying off. "I have to do this. For Dad, for Mother,.... For Trunks!" He was beginning to find it rather difficult to do this.
Sweat was dripping into his eyes as Gohan continued his slow journey upwards. It was the second day now and his progress moved incredibly slowly. It was a good thing that the halfbreed was very determined to do this or else the cripple might have given up and gone to do some easier training. He took in deep breaths, trying to pace himself so he wouldn't fail at this rather difficult task. "Gotta keep going, can't give up." He kept repeating those words to himself, only having to think of the fate of the Z fighters to keep himself motivated.
Gohan grimaced, his third day dragging out as his strength began to wane. He knew that he probably couldn't endure a third day of this. His arm was at its limit, if only his other arm was still here. He glanced down at the stub, feeling a wave of self doubt washing over him momentarily. He shook his head, willing himself to continue on, forcing his feet to continue as his arm wrapped higher around the tower. Gohan feared that soon his reflexes would be too sluggish and he would fall. He wasn't sure that, in the state he was in, he could fly.
Gohan was gasping for air as he finally reached the top of the tower. It was the fourth day, he had taken a day longer than his father had when he was a child. Of course, it wasn't exactly fair considering that having only one arm put him at a significant disadvantage. He managed to crawl over the edge of the building, collapsing in a heap while trying to catch his breath.