Frostfire

[Miranda Frost]

One question "Scar", as the villagers called him, often had to answer was, "Mr. Scar, why are you so strong?". It was a question he loved answering. Such answer generally went along the lines of, "Well son, I always train, but when i'm not, i'm stuffing my face and fighting dragons with my fists.. wanna see my dragontooth necklace?". Joking aside, training was an essential part of his life in the omniverse.

He remembered the day he was brought into this new world. At one moment he was one hundred percent, able to single handedly blast the armies of primitive people into dust, and the next moment he was here, not even five percent of what he once was. He wasn't as durable. The full moon didn't hive him access to his giant Great Ape form. His physical strength demmenished to shameful levels. Even female saiyans could take him down in this state. It was just embarrassing.

After his summoning, he had wandered this desolate wasteland. Food was scarce and water even more so. At some point he fell unconcious and was rescued by the villagers of North village. He woke up in a nice bed and fed as much as he could possibly contain within himself. Honestly, if they hadn't been so careful and kind with him, he would have killed the lot of them and eaten the meat from their bones. They talked and apparently if he fought off the occasional raiders or group of dragons that attacked the village regularly, they would continue to feed him this generously and lend their strongest to help him train. Oh, and he recieved the empty title of Mayor, a house of his own, and an office in the town hall. The town was actually ran by a council represented by the heads of each family that resided there.... but it still counts! He had nearly no responsibility, letting him train, eat, and sleep to his heart's content.

Speaking of which that's where he was, in his office. His first action as Mayor of North Village was to toss out the various chairs, desks, bookcases, and paintings out. The room was plain and featureless. There was nothing in it besides four walls, a cieling, a floor, and a small window. It was perfect for light training when the council wanted him cooped up in there while King Bowser's representitives came to collect taxes and visit. It bothered Scar none. Because of his weak ass body, he had to take occasional days off from his training schedule. A few push during his break couldn't hurt though

"251!....................252!............253!.................2-254..........25-", He gasped and fell to the smooth floor of the office, cursing himself for not being able to reach 255 push ups. He noticed a plateu regarding the progress of his training, especially lately. There seemed to be an invisible wall keeping him from getting any better and it was driving him crazy. He was pissed he could eat a man, bone and all.He slammed his fist against the floor and turned over onto his back, staring up at his plain cieling. His breathing had begun to slow, cold sweat trickling over his sore muscles. There had to be more to this. The veterans of the villiage had already trained him up the best they could and it didn't take long for Scar to surpass them. They could be no help to him now. They simply would be ground into dust.

His eyes looked through the wall, imagining the Ashen Plains' red skies. They reminded Scar of home, of Planet Vegeta. A good fight there was never rare, and competition, during missions or on leave, was fierce. In a place like that he could have grown strong, but instead he was here. How cruel fate had to be to him, and now he would be weak here forever.