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Post by Android 18 on Jun 10, 2011 13:45:50 GMT -6
Flying through the clouds as she headed for the Son household, Android Eighteen had many things on her mind. Something within her sure was acting up; the humans would suggest that she had heartburn, but she knew that this was a sensation none of them had ever felt. This feeling only reared when she was within close proximity to Goku. It never really went away - if she was far away from him, the sensation bothered her less. But as she bee-lined for the Earth's protector, it tore at her core buried deep into her chest.
A T-Rex look up at her and growled before going about its search for food. She bothered not to look its way and entertain its bestial intellect. A few seconds later, she'd be heading down feet first for the front step of Goku's house.
She took a deep breath, inhaling slowly and exhaling with swiftness. "Well, better get this over with." She knocked on the door twice, rapping with taps soft enough as to not knock the barrier from its hinges. 18 knew she'd never hear the end of it from Chi Chi if she did. And now, she'd simply wait for the defeater of Freiza, Cell and Majin Buu himself to step out of the quaint little home and answer her.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 10, 2011 11:38:25 GMT -6
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 10, 2011 11:31:23 GMT -6
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."
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Android 18
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 10, 2011 9:50:49 GMT -6
As the older gentleman tried explaining his student's actions (possibly hoping that Eighteen would have no hard feelings), the blond android would keep a stone still expression upon his face. Honestly, she wasn't too riled up about it; she never felt truly threatened during the situation. Still a little annoyed that he'd even try to blast her, she dismissed him - if what his companion said was true, and she didn't doubt him for a second, then he wasn't really in his right mind. "Yeah... ok. Long as I still get paid." A little callously, she turned from the unconscious man and his partner and began heading for the door. She hadn't meant to spend as much time here as she did, and her family expected dinner on the table when they made it home.
[ooc- sure thing ^^]
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Android 18
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 10, 2011 9:43:11 GMT -6
"Please, Yamcha, don't be so formal; just call me Eighteen," the android joked, finding this chance run-in slightly humorous. The humor of the situation was probably magnified by Yamcha's scared expressions - why was he acting so shocked? She was certain that he'd received a wedding invitation from Krillin and her. If it hadn't been token enough to prove that she wasn't necessarily a being to be feared these days, then she didn't know how else to alleviate his symptomatic concern.
"Why else would I be here in the shopping center, Yamcha? It doesn't take a super computer to figure that one out." She grinned and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, showing off her golden hoop earring. Well, as long as he was trying to be social, she'd do the same. She couldn't help but wonder why he'd be found here in Satan City; perhaps he'd taken up his nomad ways of long ago that the Dr. had noted in her biography of Yamcha. "And what are you doing here, hmm?"
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Android 18
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 10, 2011 6:46:12 GMT -6
The sun shined over West City and clouds floated by in the sky casually as Android 18 walked down one of the major streets of the town. This street got a lot of pedestrian and automobile traffic, and though she walked with her head down in thought and her arms folded across her chest, people seemed to know not to bump into her. Perhaps they were just uncommonly polite here.
Why haven't either of them come looking for me? She was referring to her brother and brother-figure who had recently somehow escaped hell and limbo, respectively. She stopped to ponder over the situation and ask the question that had been plaguing her for some time now - ever since she'd learned of their return.
Her sensors picked up on something noteworthy. Expecting to see a buffed human, Eighteen slowly turned around... her eyes grew wide at what she saw: large frame, green suit of armor, orange mohawk. There was the being, standing on the other side of the street just outside of Capsule Corporation. "Sixteen?" she asked in a tone louder than a whisper but softer than normal conversation.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 22:25:17 GMT -6
Updated.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 22:13:39 GMT -6
"Always fun messing with Hercule," Android 18 said to herself as she stepped out of Mr. Satan's dojo. Having just blackmailed him out of one thousand Zeni, she could happily go shopping for new clothes, spending another man's hard earned money.
As she approached the shopping center, a certain human being stood out in her optical sensors. Significantly stronger that those in the immediate surrounding, Eighteen looked toward the man with the scarred face. His information registered in her data banks: Yamcha, Male, Six Foot, Friend to the Z Fighters. This was a man whom her own husband had been proud to call a friend; recently, he hadn't much to say of Yamcha. Would he remember her though?
She began to walk by him, not stopping to speak. Either he recognized her or he didn't.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 21:52:12 GMT -6
"That... the power!" Eighteen's eyes went wide as this one named Raditz approached the group of bickering super powered beings and revealed himself to be Gohan's uncle. He was so powerful. And his voice reminded her of her own brother - this guy couldn't be good. She'd be better off being nowhere he was; she had a daughter to provide and live for, and couldn't be here fighting for her life against a Saiyan stronger than Goku himself.
Gohan disappeared. Eighteen's scanners showed that he was coming toward her (she could keep up with him, no sweat). She was able to block the punch with her forearm, and even draw her legs up in an odd mid-air jump that prevented him from kicking her in the side of the legs. And as she could see Trunks closing in to begin combat with Gohan, Eighteen launched her own attack at Gohan's torso with kicks and punches.
He would be at an advantage, given he lacked an arm. To double-team him would be a bit cheap, but to knock him out and get him away from this Raditz character would do him good, whether he wanted her help or not.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 21:11:37 GMT -6
World Martial Arts Tournament Sign-Up Sheet Contestant Name: Eighteen
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 17:31:07 GMT -6
Eighteen's smirk stayed nowhere-to-be-found, even after her knee made impact. The intended result hadn't come out of the move, but what had happened was just as well. The inertia transferred through her to him would be enough to send him crashing into the wall of the room. She could see spit come flying out of his mouth as his back slammed into the large wall; decidedly, she wouldn't follow up with the 20-hit combo that she'd planned. It's just a friendly spar, you're here for the money. Do not kill. Eighteen was still slightly tilted forward, so she straightened herself up back to a vertical base and pushed a part of her behind her ear. She'd let him catch a breath - he could decide when they would start up again.
But when Charles began to scream out and shake around, even almost banging into a weight, Eighteen found herself unable to blink. "This looks like it could be good," she joked to herself as the assistant came onto the PA, asking Charles if everything was okay. Perhaps he wasn't really a human and was some alien about to perform a transformation? A quick scan of his Power Level once again determined that this was not the case - definitely a human.
"My turn," he said in a deeper, more ominous tone of voice. Eighteen bent a little, preparing herself to engage in martial combat once again. He sprinted toward her, but Number 18 found it easy to keep track of his movements. He swung wildly for her face and she placed both of her arms up in front of her countenance, blocking the blow. He disappeared again and sensors showed he was coming up behind her; he delivered a blow to her lower back and she grunted in annoyance. That had actually stung! Turning around to punch him in the face, she could only see the soles of his shoes as he sped away. But it wouldn't be long before she was in hot pursuit and gaining on him too.
It seemed as though with each second she was closing in on him. He wasn't as fast as she was, after all. But then he cupped his hands and began to charge electrical energy between his palms into something that resembled a miniature replica of the sun. So he wants to bring out the big guns, huh?! Eighteen had no idea of knowing that her sparring partner had... issues; all she knew was that what was supposed to be a friendly hand-to-hand had turned into an energy blast being thrown at her. Dragon Bolt!" he shouted at her before thrusting his hands at her and unleashing his beast of an attack at her.
The voice of the man who accompanied Charles yelled at Eighteen, warning her to get out of the way. "Like I'm dumb enough to just let it hit me." She rolled her eyes before - ZZZCHNG - she faded away, letting the electrical dragon zap a blur of her shadow. She found herself levitating at the top of the room. A move like that would tire a human like that out; he'd find it hard to reach her up here to engage in combat once again. With a bird's eye view, Eighteen would watch the attack go crashing into the wall, leaving one hell of a scorch mark. She'd look back to see Charles passed out on the ground, having exerted too much energy with the use of one attack. "Do I still get paid for this?" she inquired with a sour tone of voice as she descended from the upper part of the room. Her feet touched the ground just next to Charles's sleeping vessel of a body.
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Android 18
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 16:42:14 GMT -6
[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?"
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 14:30:13 GMT -6
She could see that he was preparing to evade - a sudden spike in his heart rate had given him away. Eighteen's face stayed sober as stone while she anticipated a simple counter attack. Admittedly, she was pleasantly surprised by his comeback.
She was struck in the arm, but his jab wasn't powerful enough to send her spinning. He then lunged forward, striking her in the throat and causing her to reel back. The sensation she felt resembled more of an annoyance than pain; she was still sizing him up. "Who, little old me?" She gave a smirk intended to let him know that she was still just playing with him. Android 18 wasn't trying to psyche him out or anything - just let him know what he was truly up against. Just then, Charles disappeared from view. He's coming up the rear flank. Her sensors picked him up before she felt a tingle at her nape. He was only hurting himself to exert energy while trying to float under this gravity. As a human, he wasn't running on an unlimited energy source like the cyborg was.
As he poked the back of her head, the Android frowned. Perhaps he was getting a little too comfortable with himself and his abilities? "You should watch where you put your hands on a young lady," she stated in her monotone voice before vanishing from sight. Turning up the heat, so to say, the Android was determined to get this thing started for real.
As he was floating upside down, his entire gut and groin region lay exposed. Android 18 would sweep in with her knee lifted, aiming to bury it deep within his abdomen. And if he managed to catch and block that attack, it would be time to hit a 20-strike combo existing of 10 successive punches and 10 successive kicks. Earlier, he'd had a hard time maneuvering under these gravity conditions whereas she'd found no trouble in moving about. Hopefully that would play a role in her landing these last 21 strikes.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 8, 2011 22:24:06 GMT -6
I'll take you. PM me specifics if you have any.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 7, 2011 19:21:04 GMT -6
"I guess so," Eighteen said with a sly grin, happy that things could finally begin to get underway. The human began to take a fighting stance and the cyborg took this time to read him over. Power Level - impressive for a human, but laughable by her standards. His vitals were running a little high thanks to that work little workout he'd just indulged in.
This would be fun. Eighteen wasn't out for blood or anything, so there wasn't even a need to use all of her strength. To toy with him and earn her pay was all this would become. Taking a fighting stance of her own, Eighteen smiled at Charles, awaiting his first move. "Come on. I'm ready for whatever you've got, Mrs. 18." Oh, so he was giving her the first move? "And they told me chivalry was dead..."
She lunged forward with one solid punch aimed at the gut. She wouldn't perform a series of strikes or a combo move just yet; one hit to gauge his reaction was all she needed.
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