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Albel Nox believed he had done himself well by rejecting much of society’s ignorant opinions on fighting. Along the expanse of time someone had somehow conceived the notion that there was an art to battle, a system to war, a dignified approach to combat. If Albel had taken those inconsistent philosophies to heart, he never would’ve gotten anywhere in his life. Fighting was primitive. There was nothing elegant or skillful about fighting. Fighting is the sport of animals, primal and instinctual. Any grace or sophistication that
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Albel “The Wicked” Nox hated many things in his life. In fact, he often made a game out of listing these irritations in his mind when bored, or when he simply didn’t feel like listening to what someone had to say. One of the things that he truly hated was any object, subject, or idea that he did not understand entirely the second he was introduced to it. Needless to say, aboard the Pangalactic Federation’s fabled Aquaelie Battleship, he was now confined to his own sort of specially designed Hell. One could, in a bizarre way, be proud of the fact that some higher, more powerful advocate
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Goku: I've been waiting forever to get out of these dinky pyjamas!
Vegeta: So, you feel like taking on a real Saiyan?
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My icon was made by ~MoonTheBlueNeko
Goku: I've been waiting forever to get out of these dinky pyjamas!
Vegeta: So, you feel like taking on a real Saiyan?
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