Training n'stuff

Makoto had already thrown a powerball before they answered. By the time Emily spoke Makoto had already grown 10 stories high. In seconds he had become a great golden ape. Makoto roared and shot a beam of energy at the unconscious Ryuzaki.

Cyril jumped and knocked the unconscious Rick out of the way.

((When'd you learn Powerball?))

((I thought it was like before and was something all saiyans knew?))

((Nope. Whoops.))

((Fine)) Makoto flew up an moved one of Uberia's moons to make it full and then repeated the process.

Cyril did the thing he did before.

So did Emily.

The raging Makoto slammed his fists into the ground angrily, tearing up the landscape and throwing it. The beast was strong; Makoto's will struggled to regain control.

Cyril flew into the sky shouted at Makoto as he flew around his head.

Emily took a moment to hide Rick's body in a safe-ish place before joining Cyril. "Your fur isn't even blonde! It's bleached! Faker!"

Maloti ignored the two and set his sights on a much more appealing target. The bright lights of the city.

Cyril threatened Makoto in a booming voice, hoping Makoto might forget that he was ridiculously weak again.

Emily flew a few yards in front of him, sticking herself firmly between Makoto and the city. "No." she shouted.

Makoto tilted his head and grabbed both of the floating figures. He raised up an arm to throw Cyril but suddenly stopped. Makoto's will had began to gain a foothold. It just needed a little push before it could start regaining control.

Cyril stumbled over his words for a minute, aware of what was happening and trying to think of something personal that wouldn't absolutely infuriate him. "Um. Er. Melody! Yeah, think of Melody!" Was that her name? He was pretty sure that was her name.

"Y-Yeah!" Emily joined in, "Would Melody approve of this, Makoto?" Emily didn't actually know Melody, but she sincerely hoped that Melody was less bloodthirsty than the average Saiyan. Was Melody even his wife? She didn't remember.

Makoto seemed to think for a moment. Thinking made him angry. Makoto roared at them to vent the anger. He still hadn't crushed them which was good.

That was about it. No more ideas. "Put. The people. Down, Makoto." Cyril said slowly and calmly, knowing fully well there was no way that would work.

"We're valuable to you!" Emil blurted out. "Friends! Allies!"

Makoto looked t Emily and grunted. That seemed to get through. He dropped tem. Suddenly he began to shrink down. Yet for some reason his power skyrocketed to even greater heights.

"I believe he's in Super Saiyan 4 form." Cyril muttered to Emily.

"Do you think he's gonna attack?" Emily whispered back.

Makoto went down to super Saiyan three. "We'll I'm gonna save that. If you two excuse me I have to good something quickly. Meet up on Vgeta in say....2 hours. Bye."

((End))

150,000PL 75K Z -Makie
125,000PL 75,000Z -Emma
Err.... Cyril....? 2,000PL, 1,000Z