HBTC Tressa Blyte

Key:Laz Goddard
Character: Tressa Blyte
Backstory: With the coming threat of the demon queen who seeks to take over in 3 days, Hart and Tressa have been sent been tossed into the HBTC to train for 2 years to prepare.

*Rose casually threw them both in.*


Hart Sacra says: Okay first things first then.
Hart Sacra says: Can you transform without fighting?
Tressa Blyte says: .. Not really..
Tressa Blyte says: Lottus, had to help me in the end.
Hart Sacra says: Then first thing first is we're going to force you to transform. As soon as that happens we're going to stop for a moment.


*Tressa Blyte Nods her head towards Hart, she takes her attacking stance ready to fight.*


*Hart Sacra takes a deep breath in, plants his feet soundly, and releases his power all at once. The proverbial muscle he'd been learning to squeeze to trigger the transformation pressed on violently and all at once his energy explodes. Ki exploding and only for a moment does his normal aura flow before it suddenly takes the golden hue of the super saiyan transformation. Hart's hair becoming a similar golden color before he looks over to Tressa.

"When you transform stop fighting. Otherwise, you'll get too worn out and it'll fade."*


*Tressa Blyte Continues to fight as she begins to feel that sudden urge fill though her.. that feeling of pushing her self further, suddenly breaking into a shout her power explodes.

"AHHHHH" she shouts as her hair slowly begins to change from black to yellow and back constantly, pushing her self even move her aura begins to change turning yellow like before, her eyes changing slowly to turn that green colour. Stopping her self as she stood there she grunted a bit as she struggled to stop her self from powering up*



*Hart Sacra stands there with his arms crossed as she goes through the pains of the transformation. Waiting patiently and keeping an eye on his scouter. As she finishes he nods and waits a little longer for her to regain control. "Try to feel it. Hold onto the feeling in your chest, that clenching pressure that feels like it could choke you."

"Hold that, don't let it panic you but learn to maintain it. Spar with me to keep your mind on it- Keep it up non-stop until you think you can continue maintaining it." He brings up his fists and gestures for her to move at him.

"We're going to keep this up until you can maintain it indefinitely. We both are going to train that. I've felt it getting easier- So while it feels hard now you'll get used to it."*



*Tressa Blyte Continues to fight struggling to control her energy as the fight progresses, each punch and kick seemed to be retorted and throw right back towards her.. unlike with her fight with Lottus where was could release all her energy she had to try and keep it from going crazy.

As the fight progressed her breath continued to become ragged and she continued to grunt as she attacked. while painfull she continued her goal pushing her to ignore it. Punching a little to hard she was able to push Hart towards the floor.

"H.. Sorry .. its difficult to control my energy" She grunted out, standing there her breath getting worst and worst she was struggling to hold the form at this point.*


*Hart Sacra warned her of the same thing happening. Having not tried to increase his power through the fight she overwhelmed him and the strain of trying to keep up forced him to revert into his base form. Struggling up, panting, sweat dripping from body he gives her a thumbs up.

"Don't give in yet. It's hard, especially while riding on adrenaline. Control it- Feel it. Remember what it feels like and what you have to do to keep it up. Only then do you revert. Next, we'll work on getting back into the form using that."

He'd lay down for a moment and just breath, allowing his body to recover.*


*Tressa Blyte Continue to stand their her breath becoming even more ragged.. her forwards was covered in sweat. Hart had said this would be difficult but this was hellish.. the longer she held this form the harder it felt.. but she had to push her self.


Every muscle was painful as she continued to feel out her power.. she could feel this power slightly..  like a tiny hook at the edge of her consciousness.. for now.. all she could do is feel it.the power which came from it... this tug was linked to this hook. however she felt she could no longer hold it any longer, she falls to her hands and knees slowly as her power begins to disappear her hair reventing from yellow to black

"I... Felt it... it was .. like a tug " she said as she struggled to catch her breath. the power dispersed.*


*Hart Sacra // A few months pass in the chamber.

Hart makes things relentless, when they're not eating, sleeping, or other they're sparring or fighting each other. He drills into her the transformation, forcing her to retain the transformation for as long as possible. As well he forces her to learn how to transform into the form without needing the adrenaline of battle to force it.

She's not the only one getting training though. By the time she's learned to get in and out of the transformation, he's been transformed for a week straight. The strain of it seems to have disapeared though when she one ups him in battle the form still falls away and he's forced to reenter it. On top of that he's more irritable and short-tempered when transformed, but day by day as they train and as the months go on he grows more and more towards himself and the strain seems to vanish entirely.

He trains her at maintaining it as well, neither one allowed to let up unless they're forced out of it by the other in battle.

They spend countless hours transformed and sparring against eachother, whittling away their time one day after another.*



*Tressa Blyte Followed Hart as he drilled into her transformation., with her having to force her self to retain the form as time gone on.. each moment she forced her to do that the pain from retaining constantly pushing her body to handle it. She did not complain however, her mind constantly focused the coming threat pushing her.

As she continued to improve she started to set goals for her self, keep her self-transformed a little longer then what Hart requests... Transforming slowly became easier as the month's gone by the constant goal to push each other helped spead up things.. as Hart proved he could stay in the form for a week she worked hard to catch up.. it was a constant Cycle of continuous training.

Harts advice made it easier for her for her to understand what she was missing .. his experience helped push to greater heights even being able to hold it for a few days at a time. They continued to spar against eachother , not wasting a second as they trained. *



*Hart Sacra kept a small log of how long they'd been in there by marking the walls. A mark a day, and over six hundred and fifty marks later the two of them were leaving the chamber.

They were older, more grizzled, and much stronger. Two years of straight training had done exactly what it always did for Saiyans, it made them powerful. Hart and Tressa had spent every single day fighting, sparring, eating, and sleeping. No days of sitting around, not a moment where 'nothing' was happening, just straight activity.

It grew monotonous first, then frustrating, until it transisioned into second nature for the duo. They'd wake up at the same time every day, eat breakfast, train, each lunch, train, eat dinner, and then sleep. Only to repeat the same cycle the very next day. For two years it went on and on. After just a few months Hart had learned to fully control his form and had made it stronger than ever in the process of mastering it.

Entering and then maintaining the form had become just as easy as breathing for him and all it took was a push to enter the form. No earth shattering explosion of power, no sudden decrease in stamina. In-fact after four months he never left the state again, his hair taking on a more soft yellow blonde color than the glorious gold. By preventing his body from leaking ki like an old faucet when transformed he drastically increased his power when transformed and could keep it up indefinitely without any fear of the form reverting due to fatigue or even when he and Tressa went at it fully.

When they emerged he was mentally the same person who'd gone in there, as the training had become autonomous and without thought. Yet power wise it was like he was someone entirely different despite only a short time for the outside world passing.*



*Tressa Blyte || Two Years Later

Tressa had put their all into their training, every day she sought to push her limits, to evolve past what she was. As hart gave her advice and pushed her in the right directions she found it become easier and easier to maintain her Super sayain State, the power becoming more natural to her as time went on.

The 2 Years had evolved them. changed them she no longer look towards taking small naps. or rest she had focused solely on her training. Train, Eat, Sleep this became the triangle in which they lived for two years. As they began to progress in strength the time in which she could maintain the form grow and grow.

When Hart was able to finally master the form this pushed her even further, with her hair turning a slightly gold colour. not a much as Hart but she was still making good progress, each fight with hart making it easier for her to lower the amount of stamina needed than originally. After a few months, she was able to maintain holding the form for 2 weeks the constant goal of protecting her friends pushing her.

Training in the chamber had also given her opportunities to work on her Kamehameha., working towards improving it for the fated day she would need it. She even attempted to use it on Hart who grows to be able to deflect it back towards her. When the fated time had come and they had trained all they could they proceded to exit the chamber, Compared to when she first enter, she had changed to become more confident less prone to hiding what she though her power is a testament to how strong she had become. *