Hishy's Training

Hishy was in his usual area, West City. He rode down the roads on his motorbike, speeding past males, females and other vehicles. He smiled as his hair flew in the wind and his dark brown eyes sparkled in the light. His smile was like a angels smile, wide enough to warm anyone’s heart. The male who liked Rock Music and street fighting rode his bike, destined to reach one destination. He was once the leader of a street brawler gang, but that was all in his past. Hishy smiled his angel smile once more, then twisted the handle of his motorbike and increased the speed.

Hishy skidded his motorbike to a stop, stopping outside of a large forest. He parked his motorbike up then got off it. He knew he should wear a helmet, but he really didn’t like to. For one, it messed his hair up, and for another reason… It cramped his style. He smirked, walking away from his motorbike and entering the forest.

As soon as he entered the forest, multiple bandits ran after him. Hishy ducked down, dodging a punch. “What is it with bandits and me?” Hishy chuckled before kicking the bandit in the gut, dodging backwards, then uppercutting under bandit in the jaw. He then ran forwards and caused the final bandit to topple over thanks to a baseball slide. “Wow, this is too easy!” he laughed before proceeding through the forest. He stopped out side of a building. He entered. Hishy ran in with a Migraine combination, kicking everyone in sight. He exiting the building from the back door having cleaned up the building of bandits. “That’s enough for a days work,” he said clapping his hands together and brushing the dust off.

PL: 1,900
Zenni: 1,000

[Used Weighted Armor.]

Hishy continued to ride his motorcycle after ditching Brendan in the forest. 'Will he be okay there? With the bandits and everything there?' Hishy asked himself. His brain was telling him that Brendan's okay, while his body was telling him to go back and stay with him until he becomes conscious once more. Hishy, however, decided not to, he sided with his brain and his thoughts. 'That kid... He's cocky, arrogant and annoying. I hope I don't see him again,' Hishy twisted his motorbikes handle and sped down the lane. He drove past a gang trying to beat up an old lady, then parked up next to them. Hishy ran towards the gang, spearing one of the five members into another. 'Two down,' Hishy thought, grabbing the other and slamming him through a corner shop window. He grabbed one of the final two, and kicked him repeatedly in the jaw before dropping him. Hishy finally grabbed a hold of the last gang member, he seemed like the leader. He was whining and whimpering... That's what leaders do... Get their gang to do the dirty work then whine when they're in for it. It wasn't like that for Hishy though. Hishy suddenly though about his past, while still holding the leader in the air by his throat.

.:Flashback:.

Hishy was stood in the middle of the desert, his thirty four crew members behind him. In front of him was Raldo, Saulo and Mij, three co-leaders of the rivalling gang. Behind the three co-leaders were fifty crew members. Hishy smirked. "CHARGE!" he yelled, and a sudden outburst of dust, smoke and sand filled the area. Everyone attacked everyone, and when the dust settled, it was just Hishy against Mij, Raldo and Saulo. "I've been ready for this for two years!" Hishy yelled, but Saulo, Raldo and Mij stared him down. "... Give up ... You have nothing to lose anymore... We've killed your parents," Saulo yelled before teleporting away. "Your mom. Your dad." Raldo said before teleporting away. "They're dead." Mij stated in a hard and cold voice before teleporting away. Hishy fell to his knees. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled out to the burning sun. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" Hishy shouted, before hopping onto his motorbike and riding away in the sunset. Now, Hishy acts all cool, hiding the fact that he's very, very upset and sad. Now, Hishy still rides his motorbike, searching day and night for Raldo. For Saulo. And for Mij. "THIS ENDS SOON!" Hishy yelled while driving his motorbike out of the desert.

.:End Flashback:.

Hishy kept a hold of the leader of the gang, he started strangling harder and harder, squeezing harder and harder while he thought about his past. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, dropping the leader, who lay down on the floor, gasping for breath and choking at the same time. "Lady... Be careful who you meet. Getting in with these gang members could mean the end for you... And your family," Hishy stated in a dark voice. The old lady nodded then scurried off, strutting her hand bag. The leader saw that Hishy was thinking again and quickly crawled away on the pavement. "Watch out," Hishy said, while not even looking at the leader. The leader didn't think he was talking to him, and accidentally crawled into his death; a moving bus. Hishy shook his head for a no. "Why don't people listen to the hero?" he said, staring at the dead body on the ground, which was now surrounded by a huge crowd. "Like I said, why don't people listen to the hero?" Hishy said, turning around to see the old lady was kissing a gang member. "People these days, they don't know what they've gotten themselves into."

Hishy turned to the sky. "Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth fighting for... For a world without evil, then yeah... It's worth it."

PL gained: 8075
Zenny gained: 7500

Weighted Armor Used.
False Super Saiyan Used.

"Master, you called me?" Hishy shouted, knocking on the door of the Kame House, "What's wrong?" Hishy asked, waiting for a reply. Hishy stood still for a few moments, staring at the door. "He's behind the house," Hishy heard someone say. Quickly, Hishy turned around and saw a turtle. "Wow... I've never met you before," Hishy said, gazing at the turtle in amazement. The turtle lifted it's hand and Hishy followed it to see Master Roshi reading a magazine. Hishy ran across Master Roshi's island's beach to Master Roshi. "Hello Master," he said, bowing slightly. Master Roshi looked at him, lowering his shades slightly. "You see this magazine?" Master Roshi asked as Hishy nodded, "It's absolutely rubbish! I lost my three first editions! I need them back! Please can you find them for me?" Master Roshi questioned. Hishy put his fingers on his Chin and leaned back slightly. He was thinking; should he do it? "Sure," he said, grinning overly at Master Roshi. Master Roshi simply nodded, "there around the island somewhere," he said, putting his shades fully back on.

Hishy ran around the island frantically like a mental idiot, repeatedly running and running non-stop. "I can't find no magazi-" Hishy saw the turtle pointing to something shining in the light. "What's that?" Hishy asked, noticing the turtle slapped itself in the face with it's palm. "Kids these days," the turtle muttered. Hishy ran to the shining light. The closer he got to the light, the further the light was away from him. All of a sudden the light was right above his head... "It's in a tree? What was Master Roshi doing?" Hishy chuckled out before firing a Ki Blast at a branch on the tree. The magazine fell. Hishy picked up the magazine and then ran back to Master Roshi. "Here you go... It's a little fried though," Hishy laughed slightly. Master Roshi frowned at Hishy, "Find the other two, and don't damage them!" he yelled down his ear.

Hishy ran back to the turtle and whispered something in it's ear, "Where's the other magazines?" Hishy laughed out loud, however Master Roshi was to absorbed in his new-found magazine to hear him. "I'm not telling you," the turtle bluntly said, slapping Hishy across the face, "Find it yourself." Hishy frowned at the turtle, "Stupid turtle," Hishy muttered before turning around and walking away. Suddenly, Hishy slipped on the water, falling in and getting extremely wet. "Aren't I glad," he said, suddenly noticing that there was a magazine beside him in the water. "Lucky it had a plastic cover," Hishy laughed, picking the magazine up and running back to Master Roshi. "Here you go," Hishy said tossing the magazine beside Master Roshi's chair. Once again, Master Roshi ignored him.

Hishy shrugged then ran back to the turtle again. "I hate you," the turtle muttered. "What?" Hishy yelled. The turtle stared with no expression. "I 'ate you," it said bluntly once more. Hishy looked for a second, then quickly ran into the house through an open window. "He ate me... KITCHEN!" Hishy shouted in his mind, running to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. Nothing. He ran to the cupboards. Nothing. Then... He noticed the fruit bowl. A magazine! Hishy grabbed it, ran out of the kitchen, hopped out of the window, skipped past the turtle then accidentally skidded past Master Roshi. Hishy walked backwards a few steps, tossed the magazine in the small pile then walked off. "No need to thank me," Hishy said, gritting his teeth.

"Are you serious? There's a Android loose in West City?" Hishy asked Master Roshi. Master Roshi stared at Hishy blankly. "Just go and finish him already, idiot," Master Roshi said, gritting his teeth at Hishy. Hishy snarled at his Master then flew away. He landed in West City. "There you are!" Hishy yelled, running towards a cyborg-like Android which was destroying buildings with small ki blasts. "Let's end this," Hishy grinned, getting into his famous offensive fighting stance. "I WILL SLAY YOU HERE WHERE YOU STAND!" the Android shouted, ignoring all the screaming innocent citizens and running straight towards Hishy. "You will never beat me," Hishy laughed, dodging a punch with ease by swaying to the side. "You're too weak," Hishy said, giving out a cocky, yet arrogant, smirk. Hishy knew that the Android had the same power as him, but he worked it out as soon as the Android first spoke; his temper is his greatest weakness and if Hishy uses it right, to his advantage, he could defeat the Android and cause a major blow to the Red Ribbon Army.

"Who are you?" the Android questioned, sensing potential of a new born hero in Hishy. Hishy gave another cocky smirk. "I am your killer," Hishy said, staring through the Android's evil eyes seriously. "YOU WON'T KILL ME!" the Android shouted, throwing a small Ki Blast, which destroyed buildings earlier, at Hishy. Hishy laughed, throwing a Ki Blast of his own to cancel them both out. "I AM STRONGER!" the Android screamed, grabbing Hishy and irish whipping him into a wall, only to have the move reversed at his disadvantage. Hishy held on to the Android's arm as he was irish whipped, causing the Android to instead be irish whipped into a lamp-post. The Android stood up slowly. "I AM FASTER!" the Android screamed, running at Hishy at his highest speed, which looked very fast, trying multiple punch and kick combinations against Hishy, only to have nearly every single punch and kick dodged with ease. The Android caught his breath. "I AM... BETTER!" the Android screamed, releasing an explosion which was sure to kill anything near-by... However... The Android had already been dropped by Hishy. "You're less aware; that's what you are," Hishy said while chuckling, before ending the Android's life by sending a Ki Blast into it's chest... Into it's core. Hishy grabbed a small microphone, which was attached to the Android's ear, and listened in. "Prototype number one, do you copy? I repeat... Prototype number one, do you copy?" the voice at the other end called. Hishy stared blankly for a second. "Yes," he said in the deepest voice he could, trying to match the Android's voice from memory. There was no reply... Hishy's cheeks went red... He didn't know what was coming... "Good... We need you to destroy another city," the voice explained. Hishy suddenly showed a relieved expression, grinning. "Your building... Watch out,"

"Yes Master Roshi, thank you Master Roshi," Hishy said.

.:EARLIER:.

Hishy was bored. Master Roshi was bored and sick of his magazines, for once. Hishy decided to go visit Master Roshi. He flew across the sea at extremely fast speeds. He finally learned how to control his flight. He continued to race across the sea before finally landed on a sandy beach-like island with a turtle guarding it. "Hai turtle," Hishy said laughing. "You again?" the turtle bluntly said. Hishy stared at the turtle before bursting out into laughter. "You crack me up," Hishy said, still laughing slightly in-between every word, "But I gotta go... You can tell me some jokes later instead," Hishy grinned before running off into the direction where Master Roshi usually is. "I wasn't joking," the turtle stated under his breath once Hishy was gone.

"Hey!" Hishy yelled down Master Roshi's ear. "Can you train me please? Am I worthy enough of you training yet?" Hishy asked, staring at Master Roshi pleadingly. "Wh-wh-whu-what?!" Master Roshi yelled, nearly falling off of his char. Slowly, Master Roshi put the magazine he was reading on a small pile on the left of his chair. "Sorry... I was out of this world," Master Roshi laughed, "Sure I'll teach you... But only if you're honestly ready..." Master Roshi glared at Hishy. Hishy stared at him.

.:NOW:.

"Yes Master Roshi, thank you Master Roshi," Hishy said. "Well then," Master Roshi started, "Go get some rest in the Kame House... I'll wake you up when it's time to train," Master Roshi finished. Hishy nodded then waddled into the small house.

.:SOME TIME LATER:.

"OUCH!" Hishy yelled, having been hit by a jagged wooden stick. "Why'd you do that Master Roshi?!" Master Roshi stared at Hishy hard. "You didn't wake up," he explained bluntly. "IT'S FOUR A.M.!" Hishy shouted at the top of the voice, bringing the whole building down - not literally. "Go deliver these milk bottles in the island located east," Master Roshi said, handing a box of milk cartons to Hishy. "What's this for?" Hishy asked, but Master Roshi ignored him. "Just don't drop them... And be back here by Ten A.M., okay?" Master Roshi said. Without waiting for a reply, Master Roshi pushed Hishy on. The milk bottles went flying into the air, but Hishy caught them at rapid speeds. Phew.

Hishy trampled along the edges of the island before flying away. It was much harder to fly with the added weight, as-well as the fact that he couldn't drop even a single milk bottle... Then again... The milk bottles were made out of glass. Hishy continued to fly, then landed on the nearby island. "MILK BOTTLES! COME GET THEM!" Hishy yelled. Everyone ran out of their homes, chasing Hishy. "OH NO!" Hishy yelled, putting the box of milk bottles on the floor then running for his life. "Enjoy the milk! THANK YOU, COME AGAIN!" he shouted as he ran. "Oh no - Nine A.M.!" Hishy screamed at himself in his mind before flying away at his top speed. "You're late," Master Roshi said, "By a minute!" Master Roshi slapped Hishy on his thigh with his wooden stick. "Now go swim in the ocean..."

Hishy dived into the ocean with nothing but his shorts on. "COLD!" Hishy yelled, swimming in large circles as fast as he can... Suddenly, Hishy saw large spikes sticking out of the water. "SHARKS!!!" Hishy shouted at the top of his voice, swimming even faster, kicking the water into the Sharks. Hishy suddenly shot a Ki Blast at the water, temporarily blinding the sharks. He quickly swam back to the safe island. Phew. "Now go push them ten boulders at least five meters each... In ten minutes!" Hishy nodded.

He had a minute per boulder; that's it. "NOW!" Master Roshi yelled. Hishy quickly ran, pushing the boulder with all his power. After two minutes, he had pushed it five meters. Eight minutes left. Nine Boulders Left. Hishy ran upto the next boulder, and without Master Roshi seeing, he shot a Ki Blast at the boulder, therefor only taking up half a minute, he then did the same with the next one. Seven Minutes Left. Seven Boulders Left. Hishy then used his legs, hands, arms, feet, head and shoulders to push the remaining seven boulders at least five meters from where they were first. Zero boulders left... Thirty Seconds Extra Used! "YOU FAILED!" Master Roshi yelled, slapping Hishy with a stick. "GO FIND A PEBBLE IN THE JUNGLE WITHIN SUNSET!" Hishy nodded, slightly ashamed... He cheated and still lost. He ran into the jungle and straight away found a large pond surrounded by pebbles. He fired a Ki Blast at it, shooting it away... It landed on Master Roshi's head. "Done," Hishy shouted from miles away.

"So, why did you make me to these things?" Hishy asked once he had returned beside Master Roshi. "Don't you see? ... The Milk Bottle task tested your carefulness and improved it. The Swimming task tested your reactions and improved it. The Boulder task tested your strength and speed, and improved it. And finally... The pebble task tested your sense, and improved it. You never know when someone has a little trick right next to you. ... You did well Hishy, I'm proud... But can you go buy me some new magazines? These women get old sooner or later..."

Hishy grinned. "Who do they think I am? A slave?" he chuckled to himself, grabbing the lawn mower and plugging the plug into the socket. "I better be getting payed for this," Hishy spitted out over the loud noise of the lawn mower. He continued moving it up and down, up and down. "It's tiring... But it should be worth it," he said to himself before accidently getting a large stick caught in the blades of the lawn mower. "DAMMIT!" he yelled out as old people looked out of their windows behind dark curtains, wondering what the racket was about. "TAKE THIS!" Hishy said kicking the running blade with his foot at an immense speed. Hishy managed to kick the stick out of the speeding blade, but cut his foot and his lower leg a lot in the process. "AH!" Hishy yelled, falling onto the floor and grabbing his leg. "I guess I deserved it," he said, this time kicking the outer casing of the lawn mower with his other foot. "I guess I better finish up," he muttered, unplugging the lawn mower then plugging it in in the final garden. Hishy went up and down, left and right, around and around... "I'm done!" Hishy shouted down the old woman's ear. He was now in the community center. "I've finished... No need to thank me," he said, holding his hand out to receive his reward. "I should thank you for what you're giving me." Hishy grinned.

Hishy was in his usual area, West City. He rode down the roads on his motorbike, speeding past males, females and other vehicles. He smiled as his hair flew in the wind and his dark brown eyes sparkled in the light. His smile was like a angels smile, wide enough to warm anyone’s heart. The male who liked Rock Music and street fighting rode his bike, destined to reach one destination. He was once the leader of a street brawler gang, but that was all in his past as he had ended it earlier. He smiled his angel smile once more, then twisted the hand of his motorbike and increased his speed. Hishy skidded his motorbike to a stop, stopping outside of a large forest. He parked his motorbike up then got off it. He knew he should wear a helmet, but he really didn’t like to. For one, it messed his hair up, and for another reason… It cramped his style. He smirked, walking away from his motorbike and entering the forest.

Once in the forest, Hishy sat down, leaning his back against a tree. He wasn't one to be peaceful but he needed rest. He had gone through so much in the past week. He remembered his past clearly, he put his past to an end and avenged his parents by killing their killers, he went on a duck hunt for three magazines, he delivered milk bottles, he pushed boulders, he swam with sharks, he hunted for a pebble, he learned how to fly, he learned a new technique, he eliminated a Saiyan, he eradicated the Saibamen, he met Master Roshi, he mowed lawns, he defeated an Android, later learning the Android's name; Destruco. And now, now Hishy needed rest. The week was coming to an end, and he needed rest. He had done so much, and he had nothing left to do... He leaned harder against the tree and closed his eyes slowly, his long eyelashes blowing slightly in the wind.

Suddenly, Hishy's eyes flickered open again. "What?" he muttered, his vision completely pitch black and blurred. "What's that?" he finished, his vision now coming back due to the fact that he had moved the paper that was stuck to his face. He read what it said on the paper out aloud. "Wanted, Dead Or Alive. HISHY. 120,000,000 Zenni reward. This Wanted poster is issued by RED RIBBON," Hishy stared at the paper blankly for a second then finally spoke to himself again, "I'm wanted?!"


Hishy yelled at the top of his voice, attracting four assassin's who jumped out of nearby trees and ran towards Hishy. Hishy dodged a couple of the knife shots but was stabbed on one of them. "OW!" Hishy shouted, when suddenly he felt a punch hit his back; a human, he had a beeping red square ruby on his neck... "Mind control," Hishy said getting off of the floor.

Hishy ran towards the Human, grabbing him by the arm and throwing him into the Assassins. "Don't do this... You're being controlled by the Red Ribbon army!" Hishy shouted, noticing the human got some sort of an electric shock around him. Quickly, Hishy grabbed the fighter and threw him onto the floor, causing the Assassin's to move back to stop from being hit. Hishy then quickly knealed down behind the fighter's head and grabbed the red ruby mind control thing off of his neck and pulled with extreme power. "HARDER!" he yelled to himself, pulling harder, until finally the ruby came off and blew up on the ground, creating a tiny explosion. The fighter passed out. "You'll be okay," Hishy said, smiling at the unconscious fighter.

The assassin's charged forwards again, running towards Hishy. Hishy grabbed one of them and threw him into the other three. He kicked them all into a tree then ran for his life. He exited the forest and got on his motorbike, driving faster and faster through the city. He stopped outside a familiar looking building. He ran inside, ran into a certain room and grabbed a dead body. Destructo. Hishy ran back outside, grabbed a interviewers microphone and his cameraan's camera. "RED RIBBON! ... TAKE THE BOUNTY AWAY... OR THIS," Hishy held the dead body of Destructo up, "WILL BE YOU!" Hishy finished, powering up to False Super Saiyan, to show his point, and throwing the camera and Destructo on the floor. Hishy went back to the forest and went to sleep near a tree.

In the morning, when Hishy woke up, the bounty paper was in shreds. "What happened?" Hishy asked the fighter he had saved. "They revoked your bounty... Don't worry... Thanks for saving me," the fighter replied. Hishy stared at him for a second then burst into laughter. Suddenly, he did a quick change, putting a very serious face on. He stared through the fighters eyes, knowing he was a good guy who was tricked into mind control. "Any time," he said sternly.