Post by Pepa on Apr 19, 2019 11:40:18 GMT -5
Today was not a good day for the Hideo Karate School.
A casual comment from Pepa about how she had yet to find any worthwhile opponents on Earth had led to an angry challenge from the school’s Master, who had assured her that any of his students had what it took to wipe the floor with her.
That had, not proven to be the case, to put it mildly.
The Saiyan warrior, famous throughout the Galaxy for her Super Saiyan power, hadn’t even deigned to transform as she took the school’s fighters to pieces. At first, it was one at a time; then two, then three. In the end, six of the school’s best had come at her simultaneously, and she’d simply obliterated them. Two of the poor men had wound up punched right through the front wall of the dojo, to sprawl on the lawn outside. One more was now stranded on the roof until he recovered enough to get himself down. The remainder had wound up spread out around the martial arts school in complete disarray.
Now, the humiliated Earthlings were having to deal with what could only be described as a truly excessive victory lap.
Pepa had removed her scouter, and now used a little power to have it float around to capture her selfie-style as she performed an elaborate dance through the wreckage of the dojo.
“People be hating my Super Saiyan Swagger
This Low-Class bitch shouts and all the haters stagger!
Got no time for pointless chit-chat
Get in the ring or shut your trap!”
She shimmied her hips to the left and right, wagging her finger up at the camera as she mentally interspersed clips from her fight, sending the proud and noble warriors hurtling through the air. It wasn’t fair, really. Compared to the average Earthling, they were fantastically strong – they just weren’t close to prepared for dealing with her.
“When I step up all the Earthlings step back.
Nobody on this planet got a chance and that’s straight fact!
I spit sick rhymes and shatter weakling dreams
Nothing sweeter on my ears than hater screams!”
She twirled elegantly through the air, interspersing close-ups of screaming faces into the footage. None of them had suffered permanent injury; she’d been careful that this experience was going to be embarrassing rather than career-ending; she wanted this to be a bit of silly fun, not the start of a brutal campaign against her.
No doubt there was going to be a lot of screaming from certain Earthling nationalists and media personalities, but she couldn’t really care less about that. These guys were the ones who had thought they could take on a Super Saiyan without even breaking a sweat. Proving them wrong was a thrill, and this was the price that had to be paid!
“You wanna step to Super Saiyan Pepa you better bring your A-Game,
Cuz running up to my fist is a recipe for pure pain!
I ain’t playing, fools, I’m hundo per cent the best
Ain’t nothing hotter than a Super Saiyan Pepa Spice Test!”
(Wordcount: 526)
Van
A casual comment from Pepa about how she had yet to find any worthwhile opponents on Earth had led to an angry challenge from the school’s Master, who had assured her that any of his students had what it took to wipe the floor with her.
That had, not proven to be the case, to put it mildly.
The Saiyan warrior, famous throughout the Galaxy for her Super Saiyan power, hadn’t even deigned to transform as she took the school’s fighters to pieces. At first, it was one at a time; then two, then three. In the end, six of the school’s best had come at her simultaneously, and she’d simply obliterated them. Two of the poor men had wound up punched right through the front wall of the dojo, to sprawl on the lawn outside. One more was now stranded on the roof until he recovered enough to get himself down. The remainder had wound up spread out around the martial arts school in complete disarray.
Now, the humiliated Earthlings were having to deal with what could only be described as a truly excessive victory lap.
Pepa had removed her scouter, and now used a little power to have it float around to capture her selfie-style as she performed an elaborate dance through the wreckage of the dojo.
“People be hating my Super Saiyan Swagger
This Low-Class bitch shouts and all the haters stagger!
Got no time for pointless chit-chat
Get in the ring or shut your trap!”
She shimmied her hips to the left and right, wagging her finger up at the camera as she mentally interspersed clips from her fight, sending the proud and noble warriors hurtling through the air. It wasn’t fair, really. Compared to the average Earthling, they were fantastically strong – they just weren’t close to prepared for dealing with her.
“When I step up all the Earthlings step back.
Nobody on this planet got a chance and that’s straight fact!
I spit sick rhymes and shatter weakling dreams
Nothing sweeter on my ears than hater screams!”
She twirled elegantly through the air, interspersing close-ups of screaming faces into the footage. None of them had suffered permanent injury; she’d been careful that this experience was going to be embarrassing rather than career-ending; she wanted this to be a bit of silly fun, not the start of a brutal campaign against her.
No doubt there was going to be a lot of screaming from certain Earthling nationalists and media personalities, but she couldn’t really care less about that. These guys were the ones who had thought they could take on a Super Saiyan without even breaking a sweat. Proving them wrong was a thrill, and this was the price that had to be paid!
“You wanna step to Super Saiyan Pepa you better bring your A-Game,
Cuz running up to my fist is a recipe for pure pain!
I ain’t playing, fools, I’m hundo per cent the best
Ain’t nothing hotter than a Super Saiyan Pepa Spice Test!”
(Wordcount: 526)
Van