In a flash

A dark shade was the only black object in the entire surrounding. The hot sun enlightened planen Vegeta and its inhabitants. On this dry, dry wasteland. There was only one person. Sitting in the middle of a deserted field, surrounded by sand that was on burning temperature, Darryl Jinong sat on a small circle of grass. His sword, was stuck deeply into the ground next to him. The blade's steel had turned hot, during the last seven hours Darryl sat there. His eyes, still closed, as if he had just took place there, on that one grass spot, in the middle of a field of sand. The only sound that was heard was the wind, breathing trhough the sand, and lifting it up around Darryl. Not a bird was heard. In all seven hours, there was not a sound made, except for the heavy breathing of the wind. The only thing that kept the people on vegeta a bit cool. Many had seeked shelter under ground from this heatness, others relaxed in the seas, that coloured a sharp beautifull blue colour. Darryl was still wearing his ton weighing armor. He had been training in it every day, to gain maximum speed. Which hadn't happen yet. But he was sure of the fact that he would gain it by one last training. After that thought, Darryl opened his eyes.
One bird was heard, flying over the wasteland. Immidiatly Darryl jumped up in the sky with all his power, leaving his blade on the ground. He catched up with the low flying bird and grabbed a feather from its back. He then fell down, back to planet Vegeta.
He looked at the wing, felt a breeze, and threw the wing away in the cool breeze that seperated itself from the heat.

Darryl grabbed his sword. He threw it up and caught it with his right hand. He held the sword back, and smashed it in frontal direction with all his strenght. He then jumped with full speed in frontal direction, to catch the sword.
Coming closer to the still flying sword, Darryl bursted his strenghts into his speed and leaped forward to catch the sword.
Because of the sudden boost of speed, his landing was worse than he had hoped. After a few somersaults, Darryl's face clashed into the burning hot sand. He quickly jumped up trying to wipe the sand away with his hands. His entire face turned red of heat.
"Shit.."
Came from his mouth as he wiped the sand of his armour.
He then threw his sword up high in the air, gathered his power, and leaped at it with full speed.
His hand surrounded the hilt of the sword earlier than he had expected. His terrible levitation skills made him only hang in the air for not less then a second, to then fall down, like he did before with the bird wing.
All these actions happened in only a few seconds. Darryl looked up, and saw how the sun had not moven a single bit, and his shadow was still moving in exact the same direction.
Darryl then again focused himself on any sound made by the surrounding. The creator of the upcoming sound would have thought twice, if it knew what would happen to it after the sound.
Darryl's surrounding had already changed. Because of his leap forward, he had surely passed some places. He now found himself near the entrance of a big wood. He jammed his sword into the ground, and held his ear to the blade, waiting for a small trebmle of the ground, or air.
Unfortunatly a young saiyan passer-by, flew across the sky above Darryl.
A smile had completely changed the strict face of darryl, and turned his face into an evil smiling face.
His sword got ripped out of the ground, and Darryl ran over the grounds, looking up, to keep track of the saiyan.
"HEY! YOU!"
He shouted while avoiding tree's.
When he got no reaction, he decided to go closer. He jumped from tree to tree, getting closer to his goal. As the same words Darryl had used before filled the air, the young saiyan looked around and stopped. But when he saw the knight coming at him with a blade held behind him, ready to strike, his face turned scared and he quickly took a defence pose.
The young saiyan was probably around 17 years. It was to see that he was not very strong. Darryl wonded why this kid was out in the middle of the hot sun on a day like this. He would've expected him to be the only person training around theses fields on this day. He quickly stopped his thoughts when he saw the saiyan coming closer and closer. Darryl braked himself and stopped right before he hit the saiyan.
"w..w...wh..what is it???!!" The saiyan said while taking a combative stance in tremble.

"Just.. never mind it...." was Darryl's reply
He knew he couldn't hurt this boy. After all, he had already reached his goal. He had catched up with the boy in a mere few seconds. So that, was proof to him, that he was fast enough.
"Hey! You can't just do tha..."
The boy couldn't finish his sentance before Darryl had already disappeared from the field he was just on. Leaving only the boy, the tree's and the incredible, incredible heat.

901 words
-400 for technique speed lvl 3
= 501 words
so thats 5000 PL >:3
Total PL 5001
+ ultimate speed

Yeah I said incredible twice just because I had one word less than 901

5000+ pl and Speed level 3

Enjoy

After a refreshing dive in a big lake, and the temperature that had already lowered itself, Darryl put his gear on, and walked north, upto the mountains. His goal was to find the fighter that was put on the world by god, as a guardian. As Darryl climbed up the mountain, people ran out of their small houses to tell him what would happen if he would continue. But Darryl didn't listen. Nothing was to big for him. And as more of the moutain he left behind, the more dangerous the road became. Whenever Darryl looked to the side, his eye caught the open skies. There was only the thin ground under him, that spreaded somewhat two meters in width. But the lenght, seemed to spread endless. Above him, the sky started to turn more dark and dark. At a moment there was even thunder, that caught his ears. The journey upwards had made him lose some energy.
The sword he carried was poined at the sky's. Silently he waited, for the lightning to strike his blade, and give him enough power to carry on. More than one hour he stood there, waiting for the lightning. The cold, dark wind still breezing trhough his hair. He decided to stop this nonsence, he wasn't getting anywhere with this. After all, he wasn't that tired, he just though of it that he needed his full power and focus to take on the god fighter. And then it stopped. The path was completely gone now. The only other way, was to go straight up. Darryl stepped a few meters backwards, and then throw himself fully at the mountain. He jumped on the wall, and ran upwards. On half the way, gravity took control of him, and he fell down. After grabbing himself to a stone and surviving the fall, he used his sword to climb further up. He smashed it into the wall, and pulled himself up to it. When he finally reached the top, a giant light, blinded him for a second. He looked a round and saw that he had reached the peak. Everything around him was black now. He was in the middle of a big cloud. And somewhat 50 feet in front of him, stood an object. It was a small red box. Darryl walked up to the box and kneeled down. He took the box in both of his hands and opened it. There was a vile smell coming from it. Like some food had been rotten in it for years. There was a small green bean inside of it. He decided to eat the crunchy green bean. Right after he swallowed it, he felt a powerboost through his body. His muscles tensed, and he felt again like how he felt at the begin of his trip. He turned around, and saw how there was an opening in the clouds. And how light came from it. Like a gate to heaven was opened, and something was coming true. Which was exactly what was going on. A warrior that was an exact copy of Darryl lifted down from the sky, and landed on the ground.
"What the hell?" came silently from his mouth, when he realised that it almost seemed like he was looking in a mirror. He stepped one feet forward, and saw how the person in front of him, exactly did the same thing. He jumped up, to see the other warrior do exact the same thing.
"What the hell?" He said this time way louder.
Are you the fighter spoken of in all those legacy's and what not?
A long silence boosted up the tense to a maximum.
Then, an evil smile cracked upon the mirror image.
Darryl slowly walked up to it. The CLING sound of the two swords clashing with full force against each other was heard even in the palace. A fury of slashes from both sides was fired, through it several blocks to defend themselves. Right as Darryl stopped in the middle of an attack, so did the other fighter.
"How do I defeat something that is the same as me?"
Darryl used his speed to teleport behind his enemy and kick him in the back. However the mirror fighter did exact the same, and they stood in front of each other once more. Darryl jumped up high in the air for another attempt to kill this mimic clown. Again several stabbs were given, and all dodged. When he was only a few feet away from the ground, he decided to give a shot at physical contact. So he leaped himself to the enemy, holding himself on its shoulders. As they crashed into the ground, Darryl now lay above the other fighter. He held up his sword and smashed it into the head of the warrior under him. However, he miserably failed when he saw that the mirror image had already rolled himself away and now pointed his dark sword at Darryl himself. Darryl kicked the sword away and jumped up. Then he thought of what happened earlier. The lightning. That could now help him alot. It would be impossible for nature to clone itself thus its lightning.
Darryl struck his sword up high in the air and saw how the mirror fighter did exact the same. He ran in its direction and jumped on its head. From there on he pushed himself upwards flying up high in the air, into the clouds. Immidiatly thunder struck the sword, and Darryl used its firepower to launch itself back at the oponent. With his lightning filled blade he sliced right through his oponent. He landed on the edge of the mountain, and turned around to see if his strike did any effect.
The other warrior had vanished in light energy that now was slowly lifting up.

The weather started to turn nicely again. Darryl looked up one more time, before he decided to jump down from the mountain. He was sure of it that this was just a test of the person above,
but knowing that he had become stronger again, was a good enough satisfaction for him

1024 words
= 8000+
5001+8000= 13001

Add them on dude.