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Gizard wastes, it was become a very frequent place of training for the young saiyan hybrid. He found himself there more often and not, in fact it was his second favorite place to go on this large pile of rock. His first favorite was the most peaceful and that would've been the beautiful flowing rivers at mount Paozu. Something about that place just calmed his mind fully, it gave him the environment to think about what he needed to think about and focus on what he needed to focus on. There wasn't another place on the face of this planet that could provide him with that kind of calming terrain. Of course, being a saiyan and all it was rarely that he actually admired a calm place. Surely, he flew by hundreds without thinking twice about the sights the planet had to offer but hell, why think about that now? For now, the saiyan warrior had found himself training to his full hearts desire.

At this very moment in time, Athren found himself in his regular saiyan attire. Though there was a very nice twist to it all, his armor had been equipped with heavy weights. These were his favorite possession to date, they provided him with such an extra boost to his trainings that he almost didn't believe it. They were the most beneficial piece of equipment that he had ever owned and he was so happy he stole them. Though, there was one more item that he so dearly desired. He wanted his own ship with a gravity chamber but he realized that it was going to be much harder to come by than stealing a few weights. Being a saiyan at heart, he needed to maximize every single training session to the fullest in order to cut back on wasted time.

Swinging his fists and feet in a flurry of combination attacks, Athren rushed across the fields rapidly. He wasn't fighting anybody but his own imagination, in fact he was mimicking a fight with one of his former comrades, it was a fight that he remembered quite well. His opponent that day was Cress and she had been an exceptional fighter, she was even the second best in their squadron. Athren had been repeating every single movement he made from that intense spar so long ago. The effort and intensity pulsed out of Athren as he didn't miss a beat, his coordination on point and his attacks devastating. His speed was unparalleled as he put in everything he had into this, there wasn't any time for slacking or quitting, he just had to do it.

The day was a beautiful one at that, the sun beat down on the saiyan as he trained to his hearts fullest desires. The temperatures rising rapidly as the day ticked away. Sweat ran down Athren's face like water coming down the falls of Mount Paozu. It was a tiring routine, but a necessary one. It was one he would've enjoyed until he came to a stop. His right eyebrow arched curiously as he sensed a nearby power level. It was one that would've been rather impressive, in fact it was extremely high for an Earth based power level. Of course, the curiosity of his demon side had gotten the better of him and he absolutely had to go see who it was. Though, that wasn't the only thing that got him. His saiyan side was itching to test out this powerful fighter and see what they had been made of.

It would've been at this point in his still moments, that Athren had heard the voice of another calling what he assumed was him out. "Really..?" Athren would've smirked lightly as he asked himself this question. It was the 'bastard' part that really got his attention, for he loved it when people talked smack and couldn't back it up. It was in these scenario's that he loved to torment and trouble the opposing fighter, maybe it was a keen opportunity to do so today. Who would've known?

At this point in time Athren would've flown over quickly, his orange aura flaring up around him as he blasted over to the source of the voice as fast as he could. Quickly, his white boots would've touched down on the grass near the man. Athren's arms crossed tightly against his chest as his ocean blue eyes glared at the man. Of course, Athren's dark grey tail would've flowed behind him giving off the obvious indication that he too, was a saiyan or at least, half of one.

It didn't take long for Athren to note that this man had saiyan origin, it was easy to tell with the tail being exposed and all. Plus, the attire didn't exactly help hide it much either. "Of course you can sense me, I'm one of the strongest fighters on this planet." At this point, Athren would've shrugged his shoulders slightly, brushing it off as if it were a small feat. His tone full of confidence as he spoke, the look of a warrior in his eyes. Athren was ready for answers.

"Though the real concern of the moment, What the fuck do you want?" At this point Athren would've turned his back to the man, his posture strong and sharp. "Please, tell me you're looking for a fight. I'd love making you eat the dirt for that bastard comment." Of course, Athren was flaunting his power around. At this point, he knew that even with his weights on he could handle this guy and if worst came to worst and Athren needed to remove his weights, he still had a large gap of power to display. There was no way that he could've lost this fight, or at least that what he thought. Though, Athren couldn't help but wonder why this guy had been looking for him, was he a PTO warrior? Who the hell would've know, but one thing was for sure.. Athren would've have guessed that this was all just a big mistake.

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Word Count: 1,009
Heavy Weights Equipped: 4,509 (PL)
Overall Power Level: 18,036