Spitting Image.

[15:13] Goku - Xeno: He's done it now. A thought that surely crosses Tullece's smooth inner voice as Goku's eyes brighten to a wild excitement. [sub]And now that he got a good look, he could see some of [i]her[/i] in there...[/i] but all that is engulfed by a fire. A golden fleece of ki that rolls over the Saiyan then BURSTS to a jagged pillar of pure majestic radiance! Goku's eyes gaze over to Tullece, his pupils a cyan calm whilst contraryingly vibrant hair's spines throb and bob with internal winds of an ceaseless ki. The crimson highlights of his outfit illuminate with the glow of legend.

He didn't need to give a name to it, did he? Something that Goku apparently knew too as that Saiyany SMIRK sharpens his goofy demeanor to something appropiately fierce. But he wasn't trying to show off, no. This was... training!

"I'll go easy on ya to gauge how strong you are! Let me know if you want me to hit harder!"

SHHFFWWW

Aaand before he knew it, a leg's already travelling towards his trunky torso!


[15:53] Lower Class Look Radiance. Unfettered by the environment, and the energies of those surrounding him, Tullece could barely hold in the utter surprise that took his eyes and forcibly set them on that damn setting! The power that constantly poured off of those golden locks left one with such a damning sense of specialized blindness like him feel the might of it as it pierced past the skin, and entered the soul. Needless to say, Tullece's standing was damn stiff, and damn open due to this.

Two factors like that can easily contribute to the fact that the mass of leg swung his way was a complete and utter hit when it finally impacted and sent him doubling over on both sides with an air time of a few seconds. His wind was mostly knocked out. Mostly. "Kcch!"

With that, Tullece ssliding across the grass and nearly falls onto his back until he deftly throws himself forward and exhales. Holy shit. "That... hit..."

[16:04] Goku - Xeno: "Don't lose focus now!"

Tullece was allowed the mercy of muttering his pain, but that momentary pause is a feverish memory as his fellow Saiyan is like a Sudden Storm to the face! Goku's arms thrusting martial art fists in what may bring nostalgia to Tullece's memory but unlike last time, he was beyond helpless! But at least the blows weren't so bad like that kick. Those fury fueled muscles teeming with the gold were holding back. The blows struck fiercely, but not quite enough to leave him breathless unless the poor Saiyan warrior was still that stunned!

"Come on, Tullece! Dig deep! Till you feel that power! HIIYAAAH!"

Here comes the leg again! Lifted and swung from a swiveled, trained stance!

[16:50] Lower Class Look: Pangs of supercharged memory flooded Tullece's brain with fading after-images of those very same blows, albeit with differing backgrounds behind the two of them. One was rippling with an effort to survive and save, while the other was held back with a thriving effort to make the truth hidden within another well up and escape! It was, as the sages of various dead planets say, 'An utter and complete mindwarp'. Or maybe they said something else, Tullece didn't care much as he usually slew them to test the soil of the planet. "Damn!" Holding back anymore useless words, Tullce focuses his attention on dipping, diving, and sliding from the full fury of those blows!

It worked somewhat. Somewhat. Eventually, such as the other time, he couldn't keep up with the mindset that these were 'lucky' shots! As all the luck hit and nicked him right up from both sides! He could feel out all of the training and piles upon piles of power that were just being put away. How the hell could he match up to this in the time it'd take to make an actual difference in a full confrontation with him!? In the midst of this train of horrendous thought, and the shouts that came off of his 'opponent', Tullece barely caught wind of that trained limb as it came his way! Could he catch it!?

Not normally, no. But he instead caught it with a throw of his knee in an attempt to stump it in its place! "I got you now!"

[17:06] Goku - Xeno: Saiyan legs, one bare and the other loosely sleeved, collide! Their opposing mights ripple the air with energy, flickers of Super yellowed blazes blowing and ribboning by their muscular flanks to confirm that Tullece indeed had managed to block the Turtle School's famous upper side-sweep!...

"Do ya now?!"

With a hop of his leg, Goku's booted toes hook through the tight seam of Tullece's leg and THWACK him straight into the realm of complete disbalance! ... and here come Kakarot's other leg, swerved by with another skillful martial arts twirl of his body and about to deliver another nice knock on Tullece's chin.

[17:41] Lower Class Look: Tullece at least thought he had a fair share of 'got' in his system. There was always never enough, though, as shown with the foot that sent his legs into the air and his vision sweeping up the image of a smeared sky that's eventually going to turn into the smeared ground with a smeared leg coming on in! His hair was whipping around his vision, while his feet were right up in the air. He had only a few options at his disposal as balance was nothing more than a memory. A memory to be recaptured with a series of moves only a Saiyan like him can produce!

He'd eat that blow to the chin with a beefy forearm that stiffened up to that move, and retaliate to the force of that blow that sent him spinning in the air, with a righteous elbow that DARED TO SEND ITSELF STRAIGHT AGAINST THE MEAT OF THAT LEG!

[17:54] Goku - Xeno: Between the two of them in that smeared, blurry flurry of Saiyan armor and a crimson outfit, one was in a slightly better place. As Tullece veered back into that spin and bent his elbow to retaliate, Goku's forefoot has already snapped back into a guard mirroring what the Space Pirate himself had used moment ago. A forceful elbow with all that momentum crashes against all the steel flesh braced underneath those loose pants! and in that moment, that strange moment where the two of them meet stares and time stand stills Goku's got a smile. That stupid, blood-boiling smirk, laced with incredible Saiyan-niness, his vigorous golden curls moving to their own powerful rhythm.

Goku's heel dashes him backwards and the two are at a comfier distance again. Goku crosses his arms, his lips softening a wee bit towards his spitting image.

"You're too tense, Tullece! You gotta get a little more loose! Go with your flow instead of trying so hard to think! Keep this between us but Vegeta's got that problem too AHERMM but you're even tighter than he is!"

[17:56] Goku - Xeno: DASHES HIMSELF BACKWARDS*

[18:45] Lower Class Look: The heat of the moment was mad with steaming blood on both sides. Two internal natures, similar in root, and utterly clashing in usage, existed in a tandem that allowed them to find a keen, if unspoken, understanding of the other. Maybe it was just the blood that fueled the wordless exchange that went from his eyes to Kakarot's own, or maybe it was just the meeting of minds between two beings who've been separated by time, skill, and absolutely integral experience to pursue two completely different paths. All that rang in snapping succession in Tullece's own boiling brain as that impact leaves him hurtling back onto his own feet, was that there was more Saiyan than he thought was present in him.

He couldn't get too attached to a line of thought like that, however. He had the semblance of that same, life-changing smile, but not exactly. "Tense? What is the problem with thinking in the midst of a fight? Unless you mean to go more with instinct. And Prince Vegeta has the same problem as me? What a pleasant surprise."

[19:02] Goku - Xeno: "I mean, there's no problem to be thinking in a fight... just don't think too much. Aw man, I'm pretty bad at explaining this stuff..." The golden aura surrounding him, seemingly limitless, not once slown in it's dance, vanishes in what feels like just a flick. Kakarot's hair falls back to it's charcoal spread, his demeanor shifts back to that amicable, goofy human that Tullece had spited so much in their first encounter.

To think... this man has the legendary power in him and he draws it out with nothing past lackadaisical effort! and no doubt there was that feeling in the air that Goku had plenty more Tullece could only dream of pushing out of him! But somehow it was hard to imagine forcing fury beyond what he's already seen. What could possibly be more powerful than that blaze? The idea almost came off as inappropiate with how friendly Goku looked towards him, the brown familiar dots with that childish curl settled underneath him and bringing out his cheeks.

"Um... hum..." Goku rubs the back of his neck. "I guess you were right! just gotta follow your instincts and trust em! Instead of thinking, go with feeling! I think you definitely got it in you to go Super Saiyan like me! ... huh, I bet you'd look a lot like me in that form too! Hahaha!"

... stomach growl.

"... you weren't on Earth very long before. Wanna grab a bite to eat?!"

[19:15] Lower Class Look: Familiarity lined most of this encounter, from the flying of familiar fists, to the flinging of familiar faces. Unlike the memories of bygone years and bygone days, this one had an end that kept the two of them in line with the program of continued connection. For a blasting tree wasn't exactly between them, nor was the alien attack of some courageous Captain. All there was between them was a set of word, some small understanding, and a need that the both of them could surely agree on: hunger. Funny how the most common of goals can leash two previous enemies together, even if one lacked enough of a stirring sense of retribution to stop it in the first place.

"Hmm," He'd have to, of course, question about the nature of the Prince, his enduring transformation, the truths of instincts and 'feeling' in combat, and just how his existence has been since the beginning of his own failed effort of conquering Earth. And he would. He'd do that right after he gets a taste for the cuisine that pervaded this planet, like it did so many others in his travels. So, what else could he say but:

"sure."