((So wanted to do a spar with Goku in a grappling spar like this of moves))
In a flurry of motion, Marthe lunged off the soles of his boots and made haste to find his leverage on his grappling partner. His left arm coiled around the Saiyan's neck—snapping him into a frontal headlock. Right appendage seeking to grab the left arm of his opponent's, pulling it over and around his own neck until his arm hung loosely there.
Pursed lips part lightly, emitting a hushed exhale of a breath. Buckled knees straighten; the brunette now standing tall whilst directing a passive gaze in descent. Soon, he turns his attention toward his next task, slowly initiating in its direction. Leather bound appendages trailed down the alien fighter's hips while the man was slightly dazed from the previous altercation. His hand quickly retracted from his side, finding its place at Goku's waist to gain a foothold in his sparring partner's clothing with haste in his dextrous movements to showing him a new move.
Dexerity pursued; sliding forefinger and thumb beneath the thick material of the blue sash-like-belt that wrapped around his waist—spooling the fabric within his grip once those spidery digits gained a firm hold on the captured opponent. Marthe gave a rough pull to force the locked contested male up upon the tip-toes of his weighted boots in preparation to throw him with a suplex. Now’s his chance. And with a mild grunt, Marthe jerked his strength into his appendage forth with the intent to lift him from his rooted position.
It was in these intimate moments between master and apprentice that Goku couldn’t help but wonder to himself if these were the feelings that his own previous mentors had enjoyed during his younger and current years spent training with them. A feeling of excitement over the potential that he could see before him, a feeling of pride over the skill that was being cultivated under his instruction, and a feeling of happiness at knowing that his skills were being passed on over to the next generation of Earth’s defenders. Or ... perhaps it was more so a feeling of peace to the uneasy question that lingered in the back of his mind. What would happen when his time on Earth came to a natural end ?
At this current point in his life ? He already had his life restored a few times through wishes granted by the Dragonballs located on Earth as well as on Namek. He’s cheated death even more times than he could count on his fingers. Chuckling to himself, he figured that his soul had a special place in King Yenma’s book considering the number of times that he walked through those gates for his soul to be sorted and judged. All in all, it was probably bookmarked in King Yenma’s books for easy retrieval. But, more to the point, the question of what would happen when his time on Earth came to a natural end rather than through defeat at the hands of a much stronger foe for now was still unknown.
It was his hope that the Marthe would be the answer to that question as he wasn’t certain that he could allow himself to revived by the Dragonballs once more if his time were to come naturally within the next few decades ... not even if the Earth would be threatened. Aside from King Yenma throwing another fit, he just wasn’t certain if it was right of him to cheat life and death in such a manner. It was a privilege that as far as he knew, he was the only soul in existence to have been blessed with. Even then ... there was a part of him that wanted the Earth to move on from him. To let new fighters and warriors take the center stage as Hercule had. It was the reason as to why he no longer participated in the World Martial Arts Tournaments anymore. Aside from not wanting to cause harm to Mr. Hercule whom had proven himself to be honorable and pure Goku had already had his time as Earth’s greatest champion. A time he had enjoyed thoroughly. It was only right that he make way for the next generation.
In days now gone, ... he had thought Gohan would be the answer to that question. That his son might be the one to take up the mantle of Earth’s defender but he now realized that he couldn’t ask that of his son. It had been selfish of him to assume that his son would be willing to take on that responsibility. Gohan was still a powerful fighter, and truth be told aside from Vegeta he was the next strongest defender that the Earth had but ... he lived for his family now. He had a wonderful job teaching in a University that he enjoyed, he had a loving wife and child that he came home to every night. As his father, he’d rather see Gohan live out the rest of his days in happiness rather than training for the next imminent threat to arrive.
For even if it was in one year or two, ten years or twenty, one day another threat could very well arrive on Earth’s shores with Goku himself long gone from it. For a while his thoughts had turned to Goten to be one to face that threat but he wouldn’t make the mistake of assuming that Goten shared the same love of fighting that he did. A love that was instilled within him through his earliest years of training with his beloved Grandpa Gohan. For now, Goten was living his life in the same manner as Gohan did when he was younger. Albeit, Goten possessed greater ambient strength but still ... Goten hadn’t had to endure the same struggles Gohan did and for the sake of his son’s happiness he preferred it to be that way.
For now, as long as he willing to continue to train ... Marthe would be the answer to the Earth’s threats in due time.
As a burst of speed originated from his Ki allowed Marthe to get behind him unexpectedly he lightly gritted his teeth as he body was being forced into the suplex position. Lightly chuckling aloud, he was happy at the resistance that was keeping him in place. It felt stronger than it had been before. Yet , Goku wasn’t nearly as helpless as the other might have thought himself to be. For it would be the moment in which his body was being lifted off the ground that both of his legs would hook around the others thighs. Pressing against the cloth of his pants to lock themselves in place. There would be no way for Goku to be lifted any higher without Marthe lifting himself up in the process.
Chuckling mischievously, the Saiyan also had one other trick up his sleeve. For obvious reasons, they had agreed that Goku’s tail would be off limits as not every opponent had that same kind of clear, exploitable weakness that he did and even if so most if not all tended to take steps to guard it unlike Goku did. Keeping his tail coiled around his waist for so long felt straining on his tail’s muscles. So it would be that Goku would will the length of his tail to shot upwards directly towards Marthe ... to tickle his nose with it’s fur in hopes that it would trigger him to sneeze that could create an opening for him to loosen the grip one the arm that was being kept in place behind his neck.
Determination etched into the disposition of the rogue, still lock within the hold of the technique he'd tried to iniate upon his mentor and trainer—Goku. Only, as much to his eagerness to enact and surprise the Saiyan fighter, he'd only managed to keep Goku retained in place within the hold, instead of lifting him and dropping him harshly in descent on his cranium. He'd never imagined Goku to be the *deviant* type when it came to fighting, yet, here he was...fighting dirty and taking advantage of moves that one would normally deem: cheap, underhanded tactics—something that HE would had thought of doing to Goku, not the other way around by any means.
