[18:08] *[user]Articho Zuchaini[/user] gave a nod before bursting into the air and flying towards an open plain, he had set Valencias down near a tree, the child had a high powerlevel for his age, no doubt things on Earth wouldn't pose an issue, as long as they were natural creatures. Articho brought Zen out to the nearby plain, Zen was six years of age and already boasting a power level of fifteen thousand. Which back where Articho was from was damn impressive.

Looking over  to Zen he took a breath and stated. "I know the loss of your mother has pained you greatly, its pained me to. We don't have our home to go back to. We have to make the best of what we have here. We have to take the pain that we have endured, and convert it into forward momentum."

Articho slowly shifted his feet a shoulders length apart, squaring his shoulders and hips to provide a sturdy stance as he stated. "Its high time you started to learn the Zuchaini fighting arts. I've  been improving on it, as ever member of the family does, and now i am gonna pass it on to you, for you to improve and make your own."

Zen being a young saiyan born on a world where battle was everything was eager  to battle, Spending time with his father was a plus, mind you the mention of his mothers death did sour his mood a bit, but the young saiyan was eager to  learn!

miled to his son, the both of them had, had spars before and each time his son learned something new. Rolling his shoulders he awaited his eager son, whoms feet pressed against the ground causing dirt to kick up in a cone shrapnel of dirt and earth behind him, letting out a primal roar his boy flew towards him, fist reared back to clock his father. Articho however shifted himself by  placing his left foot behind himself and to the right, pivoting on his heels he avoided the strike and reached  out grabbing his son by  the hair.

"Read your opponents movements, every twitch of the muscles portrays your opponents intentions." He then turned about and straight chucked his son towards a nearby tree. His son slammed against it and grunted, but he was a strong willed lad. Dropping to the ground and looking to his father. The world they came from was a brutal one, saiyans were saiyans there. But just cause they fought hard didn't mean they didn't care about each other.

Quickly Zen recovered and ducked low, coming in hot and rising upwards to uppercut his father. Though with a whip of the winds and a crack, the air cried out in ripples as Articho caught his sons fist  as he smirked. "Alternating your tactics, thats good, you've got  a saiyans battle intuition thats for sure." Quickly Articho rose his son upwards and tossed him into the air, flipping upwards his foot connected with his sons back and sent him right into the ground.

In any other society this would be considered child abuse, but for him it was just a saiyan raising his kid. The sound of the earth giving way  and cracking under the strength of the kid smashing into the ground caused rock like shrapnel to burst upwards. Zen slowly pulled himself from the rubble, grunting as he looked to his father whom awaited his next movement.

Smirked lightly, his son staring at him with fire in his eyes. Wisps of silvery energy rolling off him. The eyes of his boy briefly going gold before returning to their normal state. "Thats my boy....show me something that would make your mother proud." Articho spoke. This definitely got a rise out of his son as the young lads aura flared violently, silver flames scorching upwards in defiance of the heavens. Fifteen thousand battle power became twenty three thousand and suddenly the child flew towards his father, throwing out a right hook and then a left hook.

Both of which were caught by Articho, that grin growing wider. Zen on instinct pulled his head back, Articho did the same and both of their skulls collided with one another causing a vicious ripple in the air, the grass flying upwards, his sons head bruising slightly as they pressed against one another. "Thats my boy!" Articho roared, quickly Zen flipped upwards barely catching the tip of Articho's chin with his toes as his father leaned back. They broke their grab and once again Zen charged forward. Fists flew like strokes of lightning, the knuckles of father and son cracking against each other, causing the winds to cry out in pain and send harsh ripples through it.

A massive fist caught Zen in the gut, Articho had sent him flying upwards into the air, but the six year old still held his ground, catching himself in the air. One thing was for certain, Zen was tough, tough was an understatement actually. Quickly silvery blasts of ki flew down at Articho, whom reeled his hands back and let out a mighty and boisterous laugh as his own dull golden ki blasts flew upwards, each colliding with his sons.

"Same ki color as your mother! The effort you are putting forth! Its amazing! But you can do better, you are my son! This isn't all you've got!"

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vogBxicCtlA&list=PLFIPP1LQUGbntZGUcMUAEJO0Sg9jbYt3M&index=12]Explosions rocked the landscape as father and son dueled. [/url]