Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2015 7:24:43 GMT -8
Famish remained inside the prison cell he was locked in Central City for quite some time. It seemed like he was never going to escape until sixteen hours later he found himself able to stand and now recovered from the damage inflicted on him. He walked around his cell a bit under the watchful eye of a guard sitting just outside his cell at a desk and thought, "How do I get out of these handcuffs?"
He closed his blue eyes and thought long and hard some more thinking back on what he was. First off he was the progeny of a Saiyan and a Human so this kind of situation should not have happened, but unlike most Half Saiyans he had chosen the path of evil. "I need to use this evil and the power that comes with it." He told himself as he sat on his bed in the cell.
"I know, don't Half Saiyans have a reserve of power they can access?" he noted to himself as he once again stood and balled his fists. It was common knowledge now that Half Saiyans were able to access rage to increase their power but it wasn't easy without the moon in place.
"I'm just going to have to do it the hard way..."
He raised his head and shouted at the ceiling, "I fricking hate my mom, I hate my life, and I hate this god damn cell! I wish we Saiyans had gone and destroyed this stupid city! Akassa is our ruler!"
The guard, who was trying to doze off and fall asleep jumped to his feet with a start and ran over to the prison door. He whacked the metal bars there with a night stick and shotued in response, "SHUT UP you stupid boy! Akassa would have murdered us all in the end if we let her rule!" He whacked the metal bars a second time for good measure but Famish only turned to him with glowering eyes and began to unleash his orange aura. Electricity at the same time kicked in as the guard pulled out his prisoner's remote and pressed it three times. Famish though endured the pain and let the energy he was producing burn through his body.
"You have no idea what the moon's like! Not then and not now! It was paradise until you all blasted it into rubble."
The guard laughed then threw his night stick at Famish's head causing red blood to drip from his forehead. "You impudent brat... She may have made a paradise there but she did so that we wouldn't know the better of her true motives. Be glad you're even allowed to live on this rock, but if you keep up what you're doing you won't be for much longer." The man slowly pulled out a handgun from his pocket and pointed it at Famish's head.
At the time, neither them had a scouter but Famish's power was slowly rising from the pent up rage building inside him. 500... 1200... 3000... Until it rested at his base power level. This face off was a matter of seconds before the man, now seeing his aura press out and begin to bend the prison bars, fired his gun. The bullet that launched from it unfortunately bounced off of Famish's skull and knocked the man out by clipping and slamming into the side of the man's head.
He fell over and the remote he did have in his hand fell to the floor and broke. "Did I release my full rage?" Famish pondered as he stepped towards his prison's door and kicked it over.
"Clang!"
"I guess not..." he then stepped out and snapped the handcuffs holding him. The police were definitely going to need something new in place to hold him where he was in the future, if he ever got captured again. The problem was he wasn't home free yet. Three guards rushed into the room and open fired with three hand guns. A lot of good it would do them though for he turned to them and vaporized the bullets with his eye beams along with the guns in their hands.
They held their in pain and before they knew it Famish was upon them reeling back both his arms and hitting the small group with the full force of his Big Swing. The hammering blow sent them all flying and smashed a hole through the side wall of the police department. Famish then took his time gathering from their pockets any zeni he could find. All together though they barely had enough zeni to buy a radio and transciever. Outside, cars pulled up upon immediately seeing the damage and some officers with shotguns rolled out of them and openfired. This time the bullets actually hurt a little, even though Famish had some fun with this by catching a number of them in the palm of his left hand. He staggered though out of the ruined building and quickly barreled forward using a somersault roll to avoid the next shots fired by these officers. When he stood up he climbed onto the top of their car and used it as a spring board to fly through the air and land on a lamp post a block away.
"So long you suckers!" he cried giving them all a salute before jumping off the pole and heading down the next street. When he got there he found himself a man hole, ripped off the top, and dived inside. Then he wandered through the sewers until he managed to find his way to the outer limits of the city. This took him a few hours to do but the hunt for a way out of his mess was well worth the final efforts. He would need to find his own kind soon otherwise he was going to be in trouble.
To his surprise though, as he exited the sewer a pink hover car with no roof flew with a familiar waitress at the wheel. "Why you... I'm going to hunt you down!" There was still a chance now to claim his original prize and that woman who had knocked him out was nowhere in sight.
He closed his blue eyes and thought long and hard some more thinking back on what he was. First off he was the progeny of a Saiyan and a Human so this kind of situation should not have happened, but unlike most Half Saiyans he had chosen the path of evil. "I need to use this evil and the power that comes with it." He told himself as he sat on his bed in the cell.
"I know, don't Half Saiyans have a reserve of power they can access?" he noted to himself as he once again stood and balled his fists. It was common knowledge now that Half Saiyans were able to access rage to increase their power but it wasn't easy without the moon in place.
"I'm just going to have to do it the hard way..."
He raised his head and shouted at the ceiling, "I fricking hate my mom, I hate my life, and I hate this god damn cell! I wish we Saiyans had gone and destroyed this stupid city! Akassa is our ruler!"
The guard, who was trying to doze off and fall asleep jumped to his feet with a start and ran over to the prison door. He whacked the metal bars there with a night stick and shotued in response, "SHUT UP you stupid boy! Akassa would have murdered us all in the end if we let her rule!" He whacked the metal bars a second time for good measure but Famish only turned to him with glowering eyes and began to unleash his orange aura. Electricity at the same time kicked in as the guard pulled out his prisoner's remote and pressed it three times. Famish though endured the pain and let the energy he was producing burn through his body.
"You have no idea what the moon's like! Not then and not now! It was paradise until you all blasted it into rubble."
The guard laughed then threw his night stick at Famish's head causing red blood to drip from his forehead. "You impudent brat... She may have made a paradise there but she did so that we wouldn't know the better of her true motives. Be glad you're even allowed to live on this rock, but if you keep up what you're doing you won't be for much longer." The man slowly pulled out a handgun from his pocket and pointed it at Famish's head.
At the time, neither them had a scouter but Famish's power was slowly rising from the pent up rage building inside him. 500... 1200... 3000... Until it rested at his base power level. This face off was a matter of seconds before the man, now seeing his aura press out and begin to bend the prison bars, fired his gun. The bullet that launched from it unfortunately bounced off of Famish's skull and knocked the man out by clipping and slamming into the side of the man's head.
He fell over and the remote he did have in his hand fell to the floor and broke. "Did I release my full rage?" Famish pondered as he stepped towards his prison's door and kicked it over.
"Clang!"
"I guess not..." he then stepped out and snapped the handcuffs holding him. The police were definitely going to need something new in place to hold him where he was in the future, if he ever got captured again. The problem was he wasn't home free yet. Three guards rushed into the room and open fired with three hand guns. A lot of good it would do them though for he turned to them and vaporized the bullets with his eye beams along with the guns in their hands.
They held their in pain and before they knew it Famish was upon them reeling back both his arms and hitting the small group with the full force of his Big Swing. The hammering blow sent them all flying and smashed a hole through the side wall of the police department. Famish then took his time gathering from their pockets any zeni he could find. All together though they barely had enough zeni to buy a radio and transciever. Outside, cars pulled up upon immediately seeing the damage and some officers with shotguns rolled out of them and openfired. This time the bullets actually hurt a little, even though Famish had some fun with this by catching a number of them in the palm of his left hand. He staggered though out of the ruined building and quickly barreled forward using a somersault roll to avoid the next shots fired by these officers. When he stood up he climbed onto the top of their car and used it as a spring board to fly through the air and land on a lamp post a block away.
"So long you suckers!" he cried giving them all a salute before jumping off the pole and heading down the next street. When he got there he found himself a man hole, ripped off the top, and dived inside. Then he wandered through the sewers until he managed to find his way to the outer limits of the city. This took him a few hours to do but the hunt for a way out of his mess was well worth the final efforts. He would need to find his own kind soon otherwise he was going to be in trouble.
To his surprise though, as he exited the sewer a pink hover car with no roof flew with a familiar waitress at the wheel. "Why you... I'm going to hunt you down!" There was still a chance now to claim his original prize and that woman who had knocked him out was nowhere in sight.