Coletto's Valley Training

[Coletto]

Daybreak.
The sun rose over the surrounding area, filling the countryside with a yellow light, giving to the rise of a new day on the new homeworld of the Saiyan race, New Vegeta. Travelling westward across the planet would begin to reveal land that much resemebled the steppe's of Earth. Huge gorges cut out from constant abuse by wind and water were the dominant landmass in the area. If one would travel down the many pathways and ravines, they would stumble across a training area, freshly constructed at the bottom of the largest gorge in the area. A crudge square arena was erected, and it was nothing more then several smooth ebony rocks aligned in the square shape, a poor man's martial arts arena, but it served its purpose. Standing in the direct centre of the arena was Coletto, the vagabond Saiyan whose past was shrouded in the fogs of time. It was the same routine with him every day. He relaxed into his fighting position and began practicing his various attacks. Several punches and kicks lashed out as he moved about the arena, leaping into the air occasionaly using his ki to fly about and perform daring aerial acrobatics. He finally descended in front of a sheer rock face, roughly three fet from it. His feet lightly taping the ground, as he fell back into his familiar stance. His brow furrowed as he began to concentrate, and it one fluid motion he lashed out, sending his right fist into the wall. The resonating thud was heard throughout the ravine as well as into the surrounding countryside. Initially nothing happened, his fist still in place, but before long large cracks appeared and extened outwards for several feet. "HAAAAA." Several piston like punches followed his brief interjection as he began to pound into the rock, he levitated slightly, as kicks were added in next, he crushed the rock inwards several feet before coming to a stop. Breathing heavily, he hunched over, hands placed upon his knees. It did not take him long to recover himself before he began the next phase of his training. His feet lifted off of the ground and his flew towards his next destination. At the top of the ravine in which he conducted his training were several boulders, held back by a makeshift barrier of logs in which Coletto had rigged. With a simple pull he could release all of the boulders at one time. He grasped the pull cord, fashioned from animal hide, and pulled releasing the boulders into the valley below. Not half a moment had elapsed before he took off down into the ravine after them. Upon closing in one he would destroy it with a swift punch or kick, grunting as he did so. The majority were destroyed rather swiftly before he flew ahead of them towards the ground, levitating slightly he began to destroy them as they neared him, using his agility to dart back and forth. A few minutes later, and all that remained were crumbles of rock, with his arena still intact. He continued his training, eventually adding in grueling sessions in which he hoisted logs across his shoulders, adding additional weight while leaping from nearby rock pillars to the next.

Noontide.
As the sun reached in its pinnacle in the sky he rested for lunch, in which he consumed mass quantities of food including meat from local game and copious amounts of rice. This was followed by a long session of meditation in which he began to push his mental and spiritual boundaries and become attuned to his ki. After which he resumed more of his regular physical training before the sun started to fall..

Dusk.
His body was covered in sweat and dirt, and he arrived at a nearby river, one of the few that had not dried up in such harsh conditions as he washed his gi and bathed. Not long after he returned back to his valley for his final meditation session, and then an hour of relaxation before a large fire he had built. Soon after he retreated into a cavern he had crafted with his hands from previous days and turned in for the night.

One long day, of many long weeks in which Coletto would quest to become the greatest living fighter.

[Coletto]

Coletto awakened from his brief slumber, stirred slightly by images that danced in his head of far flung combat with other fighters, yet they were always draped in shadow, their true identities not yet revealed. His eyes fluttered about, hands clenched on the bridge of his nose as he rubbed beneath his eyes, clearing them of dirt. He trudged outside, not yet completely awake and slightly disturbed from his images. He stepped out into the centre of the arena, he hunched over slightly as he began to power up, becoming enveloped in a white light, "HYAAAAH." He leaned upwards, charged completely. His dreams never did offer an ending in who would be victorious. He demanded answers, and if he could not see who would win, he would make sure it was he, that survied. His left palm extended quickly, thumb folded in the front of the palm, fingers extended upwards. He fired a series of Kikouhas at the opposite face of the rock wall from his cavern home. Pure blasts of yellow energy left his hand, searing across the airspace before colliding with the rock, ushering in a new series of explosions as large rock fragments and debris showered the area. His teeth were clenched, slight pangs of anger enveloped his form. His mental consternation quickly suppressed such feelings, he was to stabilize himself so that his training would progress. He flew upwards, plastering the side of the ravine with yellow energy blasts, a few moments elapsed and he soon found himself breathing heavy, eyes wide, wondering if all this commotion he had caused could even be noticed in this wilderness. He leaned his head to the left slightly, cracking his neck. He descended back into the centre of his arena, a thirty minute session of fighting his shadow allowed him to work up a light sweat, the darkness covered his actions and movements, he was alone here in his ravine, free to achieve his destiny. He sat down, legs folded ala monk style eyes closed as he began to meditate, not soon after he would find himself slipping back into his bedroll, waiting for the next day to arise so that he may continue his training.

[Coletto]

The sun rose above the horizon, spilling 'cross the landscape bringing a new day to the planet of New Vegeta. It sound found its way into the areas of the planet in which the populace is considerably less, the far desert wastelands, as it sunk deep into the scattered ravines, it eventually filled the cavern in which Coletto slept. He shifted uneasily upon his bedroll, delaying waking up for a few brief moments. Sooner then later however he rose, standing straight up releasing a long, exasperated yawn, arms stretched upwards. He was clad in his usual grey gi, no markings were upon it, nothing that would connect him with some sort of master or any association. He walked outside, his gentle footfalls barely made an echo in the large ravine in which he lived. He spent the next few minutes stretching out, beginning to focus on the trials of the day ahead. He decided he would have to fly in to the capital today, requisition supplies, and perhaps even pick up some work. He had his eye on weighted clothing, and anything that would increase his training capabilities he desired. Of course, training first. He calmly walked into the center of his arena, relaxing into his fighting stance before he drew in a great, long breath. He released it and began, slowly at first to fire out one punch, then another. Occasionally leaping into the air and releasing a spinning kick and things of this nature. He was beginning to work up a fair sweat, but pushed along per usual. He soon flew up out of the ravine, landing briefly on the top to snatch one of the large logs he used for training. Hoisting it upon his shoulders he flew towards the gully which contained the numerous pillars of rock, which at their peaks, the circumference was not much larger then a foot. He then begin his intense agility drills, leaping from one to the other, balancing the heavy log upon his back as he did so. Their were several times, in which he narrowly slipped, error he calculated, could not be tolerated. He chalked up this miscues as he simply not focusing enough, and therefore he decided to increase his meditation periods later this day. He continued with his current session until his shoulders and legs began to burn, exhausted by the drilling. He leaned over, log still in tow breathing heavily before he lifted up off the ground and flew back to his gorge, dropping the log off along the way. His descent into the canyon was followed by him settling in the centre of the arena, folding his legs across he began to meditate, focusing on the external energies around him. He sat there like this, for a long period of time, nothing that he could directly tell though, since he was focusing purely on his training. Hours later he rose, there was still plenty of daylight left, and he knew it was time for him to head to capital city of New Vegeta, there he would hopefully find work, zenie, and perhaps, something else.

[Coletto]

The grey streak that soared overhead the wastelands of New Vegeta was none other then Coletto. He was clothed in his usual grey gi, yet he bore a new article of dress upon himself. Large Namekian weighting clothes were draped about him, styled in the same color and manner as his gi. His jet black hair was pushed back in the wind, flowing freely. Although he had only stayed in the capitol a few days, he had changed considerably. His physique was more defined, his resolve had been fortified. Yol Fen, the Saiyan who had trained him had increased Coletto's power level exponentially, and now he reckoned, it was his job to continue. He had spent his well earned Zenie on weighted clothes, and he had received other gifts as well for his send off from training. In his haversack he carried fresh rations, which would do him well when he returned to his home deep within the ravine. He also carried with him a brand new piece of Saiyan armor, one of the shoulderless variety. His Zenie pouch, which was fastened to his side was a tad heavier too, even with his purchases. In a few moments he was descending down into the ravine in which he called home. Yol Fen said he wished for him to come back someday, but for now, Coletto had to increase his abilities alone. He now boasted a serious arsenal of ki attacks, all in which he wanted to put on display for his own purposes. There was talk in the city, of happenstances and things of ill reputed nature that were occurring on New Vegeta, but these thing did not concern Coletto for now. He landed shortly, in the center of his makeshift arena, and proceeded to walk over towards his cavern. There he deposited his new found items, but the short period of tranquility was about to come to end. While in New Vegeta, Coletto had been harrassed by several Saiyans, low class by his standards due to their lack of tail and honor, while looking for work and training. It seems that they had followed him here, to his home.

"You're in for it now kid. You thought you gave us the slip back there, taking up refuge in your master's puny dojo. Well, it seems you were wrong. You'd best hand over all of Zenie, and whatever else you have rotting in that hole in the wall over there, and then MAYBE we won't be forced to exact a beating on you."

There was three of them, the one who spoke was slightly taller then the rest, he had crude features, a long head with a large forehead, and a large tuft of black hair shooting forth from his head. His two lackeys weren't much too look at. One was shorter, and stocky, head completely shaved and a large scar going from his left, 'cross his nose to his chin. The other was a beanpole by all regards, with long, white hair. They were all clad in different colored bodysuits, with the older version of Saiyan armor on.

Coletto turned, and spent a few seconds looking each of them up and down. His face was devoid of emotion, hands began to slowly clench. A small gust of wind kicked up, which was rather usual for this type of area, dust particles kicked up into the air partially distorting the vision of all those in the valley.

"Your funeral." That was all that was uttered from Coletto's lips before he faded from view, reappearing behind the short, bulging member of the rapscallions who had invaded his home. That Saiyan froze, muttering only 'Uhh..uhh." As Coletto planted a knee directly into his back, sending him flying into the rock wall of the ravine. Coletto's right arm swung outward towards the right, palm raised upright, thumb bent over in front as released several Kikouha's, yellow balls of energy searing towards the other scrawny saiyan. All found their mark, knocking him back into a boulder. However, the leader of the vagabonds lashed out, connecting with a kick to Coletto's face, sending him flying backwards along the ground, kicking up dirt and dust until he gathered himself, using the rock wall as backstop.

"Heh. Your good kid, but not good enough for all three of us." He turned to look at his two other companions who were groggily getting themsevles together. "Come on you clowns, ATTACK HIM!" The two had been previously incapacitated shooked their heads and lined up abreast, ins ome type of formation. Both of them then blasted off towards Coletto, who was waiting for them. His back was against the face of the rock wall, with few options. Coletto outstretched both of his arms, the bottom of his palms touching, his hands held flat out, fingers straight. He began to flow with a strange purple aura, and not a second later..

"GALICK..GUN!"

A monumental blast of purple-colored ki erupted from his hands soaring off towards the two oncoming Saiyans, the skinnier one, who possessed a bit more agility then the other two barrel rolled in mid air, crashing into pillar of stone, but avoiding the blast. The chunkier Saiyan did not have the same luck. The blast engulfed him, vaporizing the Saiyan armor around him, and eventually him. All that was heard was his cries of agony as he was vanquished. The boss of the thugs looked on in disbelief, and when the dust settled, Coletto was not visible. Instead he appeared behind the Saiyan who crashed into the pillar of stone. He was laying face down on the ground, and Coletto planted his knee right onto the base of his neck. A sickening crack followed, and that was the end of the Saiyan thug's two followers.

"Wha..What are you?!" His few moments of disbelief were replaced by anger. "THAT'S IT KID, YOU'VE HAD IT. YOUR MINE NOW!" The thug charged up, a red aura surrounding him before he blasted off towards Coletto, and struck him with a series of quick punches, and huge kick that left Coletto draped over his leg like a wet towel. However, Coletto simply lifted up his head, blood trickling down from his mouth and smiled at him. He grabbed the Saiyan's leg and began to swing him around, releasing him into series of pillars of stone, his body crashing through a half dozen of them. A few moments later he came roaring back through towards Coletto, firing another series of punches and kicks, all of which Coletto dodged with ease or blocked with authority. Coletto's hand shot up, snagging the man at the neck, before delivering a massive uppercut sending the man soaring into the air. Coletto began to form a ball of energy in his hand, waiting for it to swell to an appropriate level, he then threw it, a Crusher Ball, directly into the center of the man's stomach as he was flying upwards. As it detonated a huge blast lit up the sky and could be seen for many miles. A few moments later Coletto descended back into his arena, the threat had been eliminated for now. He spent the rest of his day in his weighted clothing, getting used to them and practicing his fighting moves, occasionaly firing a ki blast here and there. A few hours passed and he began to settle into a long session of meditation, awaiting what the evening would bring.

[Coletto]

Coletto had arose from his meditation training hours ago, and ever since he had engaged himself in intense training. He had been pushing himself, harder then he ever had before, the Namekian weighted clothes he was wearing were helping his development, but he needed his improvement as quickly as possible. He had set up a variety of obstacles for himself to pass. Destruction of large boulders, agility drills. Anything he could muster to make himself a better fighter. The three Saiyans who were disposed of earlier were also a rather good workout for him. The setting sun was blood red, a foreshadowing perhaps of what was supposed to come.