Training at the Lookout

[Android 18]

[ooc- hey, admin/mod. i don't wanna spam the board with different topics for the same training mission. so once part one of this is looked at and approved/denied, i'll just respond here again.]

Try To Hit Mr. Popo

As she flew up the side of the great Lookout Tower, Number 18's light blond hair flew back, exposing her massive forehead. She'd been feeling... weird lately. With her brothers (for she, at this point, saw Android 16 as a brother; they did share creators, after all) being brought back from hell and once again walking the Earth, it was almost as if some internal setting were prompting her to rejoin them. Her husband and daughter had kept her grounded thus far, but the feeling was getting stronger. Without seeing reason to worry Krillin about her feelings, 18 had headed for the one who she thought could help her most. The man - Namakeian, rather - who could read hearts.

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"See, Dende? I thought spending some time on what the humans consider the most holy point of this planet would do me some good." A very vulnerable blue-eyed cyborg had just told the Earth's guardian how she'd been feeling lately. He nodded and mulled over the situation in his head, finally declaring that the only way he could see fit to judge her was if she trained up here for a while. She was especially hard to read, he noted, because she lacked a biological life force. Of course - even here, she couldn't catch a break.

Dende suggested that to start things off, Eighteen should try to land a hit on Mr. Popo. "Be warned, Missus Eighten, I'm very fast for a round man."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said before rushing him, trying to lightly tap his arm. But as she swiped nothing but air, Mr. Popo had already sped off toward the other edge of the tower's lookout. "You'll have to be swifter than that!" he called out, and Eighteen charged again on foot. She ran right by Dende, causing the hem of his garment to flow in the sky daintily like falling feathers. She managed to pass Popo, who then stopped at the drop of a dime! She swung, but he dodged. And then he dodged her next few strikes to, finally jumping over her head and speeding off once again. He levitated so quickly and his control was unbelievable. Eighteen grunted before taking off for him again on foot.

Some two hours later, she was still giving chase. Dende leaned against a support beam, tired and wishing one of them would lose this game of cat and mouse soon enough. Eighteen was just behind Mr. Popo. His dark alien skin was inches from her hand; she jabbed, and he cut sharp right and she missed completely! He giggled at the game, but Eighteen wasn't too amused. In fact, she was ticked off by this point. "Enough!" Coming up off her feet, Eighteen was now in flight as she zoomed for Popo. He turned around to check her location in relation to his own and Mr. Popo's cheek was met by Eighteen's knuckles. He stumbled and broke his fall with his chubby hand while Eighteen let her feet find solid ground again. "Alright, Dende, I landed a hit on Mr. Popo. What's next?"

[Shorty]

Approved. This was a great read. Nice cheek shot on Popo's face. xD

Reward: +500 to Power Level +10 Speed +10 Endurance +5 Strength.

[Android 18]

Undergo Dende's Training

After successfully landing a cheek shot on the smarting Mr. Popo, it was time for Eighteen to move on. Turning to Dende, she asked, "Alright, Dende, I landed a hit on Mr. Popo. What's next?" He threw up a gesture that instructed her to wait just a moment as he ran back into the tower for something. Android 18 was left alone outside with the dark Namekian who cradled his face which was slowly growing discolored. "Sorry." She would turn her back to him, not wanting to engage in awkward eye contact with the man she'd just punched. Where was Dende?

The green teen would emerge from the lookout with garments folded into his arms. He walked slower than he usually would. "Put these on," he said, tossing the clothes to Eighteen before running back into the tower. Did he expect her to change out here in the open? The android turned around to Mr. Popo who was staring at her intently - there was the awkward eye contact. Mr. Popo yelped and covered her eyes with his sausage-like fingers while Eighteen rolled her eyes. "Ugh." She slipped the heavy, weighted, utterly un-stylish rags over what she was already wearing. She fidgeted, testing her mobility in these new threads while Dende came running out again with something in his hands. Something large.

"This is your next test!" he announced, placing a dummy before the cyborg and stepping over to the side with Mr. Popo. From there, he explained the rules of the next task. "So whatever moves I make, this thing copies them? How flattering," she would jest while slowly performing simple hand movements, letting the training dummy mimic her for fun before the test really started. "And when do I stop?" The answer? Once she'd destroyed it, of course!

This would be simple enough. She lift her right fist and it lifted its fist too. She went to punch, and it went to punch too - but thanks to the weighted clothing, the dummy's reached first. Dende and Popo watched as Eighteen's hand lay two inches shy of the dummy's faceless head while his its fingerless mitt dug into her face. She looked at its hand impacting upon her face before dropping her fist, prompting it to do the same. "Hmm." She circled, and it would do the same. It was time to test this thing for real - surely the dummy could imitate her moves, but not with the same ferociousness that drove her own personal combat.

She rushed forth and the animated punching bag did the same. As she let her fists of fury fly, it would throw every exact punch that she would! Each club and kick was met with its equal, and this exchange continued for four minutes. Android 18 went to end it all with a powerful knee, and her eyes went wide as her knee dug into the dummy's stomach and its knee dug into her own. So their blows were equal. She fell back onto her feet and bent over; the belly button blow and the weighted clothes impeded her ability to stand up straight. Mockingly, it would hunch over as well.

"And you said that I can destroy this thing if I want, right?" She'd tried combat, but then again, there was always more than one way to skin a cat. Dende gulped and nodded his head, knowing what was about to come, for he'd seen so many warriors do it before. After the dummy had made a fool of them or hurt their pride (or both) the warriors were always ready to annihilate the training mechanism.

Eighteen would smirk and cup her hands together, making sure her feet were equal with her shoulders and firming her stance. "Good." She watched as the dummy did exactly what she did. She twisted her back, shielding her cupped hands as a pink glow grew in it. The dummy shielded its cupped hands, but nothing manifested within. "Damned thing can't copy everything I do. HAAAA!" She threw her hands forth and a large pink beam of energy came shooting for the dummy. At first, it pushed it back - but then, it pierced its inanimate body; the thing would blow-up shortly thereafter. Having just used the Kamehame Wave move she was taught (she couldn't say that name of the move, for that would be uncool), she'd successfully destroyed the dummy.

She stood to her vertical, wrapping one hand around her belly. "Done."