Ginger Town; 758
Menma Uzumaki, eldest son of Kushina and Minato Uzumaki, could technically qualify as a recluse.
At the age of seventeen he graduated highschool, even managing to eek out one of the top positions, but instead of deciding to continue on to college or dive into the workforce he met an elderly man, a monk, named Ziko.
Ziko was a monk whom had come down to the city looking for a student to take after him, as he felt his age catching up to him in the recent years. Ziko had apparently seen something in Menma he'd not seen in another person.
According to Ziko Menma had the innate ability to absorb and contain stray nodes of Ki that floated about in the air, making him perfect for Ziko's teachings.
Menma was skeptical, as any normal person would be, but gave the old man a chance to show him what he was talking about. So they took a weekend trip to Ziko's house in the mountains outside of Ginger Town, Menma and his family actually lived in Ginger Town so it made life quite a bit easier.
Menma was pretty convinced when the old man started flying about the house, and could lob beams of energy from his hands, like a star struck child he agreed to the teaching, Ziko was immeasurably pleased to hear that.
Over the time they spent together, Menma and Ziko spoke of numerous topics, they spoke of life, death, love, the workings within the circle of existence, trivial things like food and colour, the old man opened the young man's eyes up to a great many things, it was an interesting experience to say the least.
The old man and the youth trained together in many things over the years, Ziko taught Menma the fundamentals of Ki and Ki manipulation, how to express it from the body in interesting and unique ways, Ziko's fighting style was dubbed the 'Phantom Fist' as he created additional limbs that shadowed his punches to increase the damage of his blows, with Ki.
It was amazing to see, and absolutely exhausting to do at nevertheless Menma was a man of his word so he stuck to it with gusto. Ziko's regime went thusly.
Floating Meditation in the mornings before breakfast.
Push ups, squats and sit ups as a warmup before training.
Walking up and down the mountain with a boulder on his back, whilst Ziko sat on the boulder.
Ki absorbing exercises, usually involving beams or orbs thrown at him by Ziko. Which at first was both terrifying and exhilarating.
After that was lunch.
After lunch came another meditation session, this time balancing objects around oneself with telekinesis, which initially was probably the coolest thing he'd ever seen and old man do, but when he was finally able to do it himself he was only slightly giddy about it.
All in all he'd been doing this for about three years when Ol' Ziko found it time to take his apprentices' training to the next step.
"Now Menma-kun…" Began Ziko, an elderly man with wrinkled skin and perpetually narrowed eyes, fluffy white hair atop his head and a short, well kept beard over his chin, he had a killer moustache the twirled up to his nose and fair skin. He wore a dark blue gi with a white sash around his waist and black boots on his feet.
His apprentice, now twenty years of age after staying with him for the past three years, he'd grown both in body and spirit, and it was time. A youthful man with long, shaggy black hair, light purple eyes and fair skin. His body had been bulked and toned over the years of harsh training, but lacked the constant tension of a bodybuilder.
"Today's lesson will be unlike the others I've given you. Today I will gift you with the key to begin your true training, to attain true strength." At Menma's perplexed face Ziko continued, "Today I will mark you with the Saisho no Enjin."
The Saisho no Enjin or 'The First Ring' was the initial stages of Ziko's true training. Essentially, the whole reason Menma was picked was due to the fact that his body was already attuned to Ki, even though he wasn't aware of it at the time, the fact that Menma's body naturally absorbed and filtered Ki was just a huge bonus.
The philosophy behind the Saisho no Enjin was that a great serpent once gifted humanity with the power to harness their inner energy, their ki. The 'path' was distinguished by 5 rings, each ring represented a time the snake coiled around the planet and spoke with the people upon it.
The First ring was dubbed the Ring of Harmony due to the inner peace the snakes teaching brought the people, the second ring was the Ring of Discord because rogue elements used the snakes power of villainy and corrupted its power.
The Third was the Ring of Serenity, due to the purification of the corrupters, and in turn the purging and redemption of the snakes teachings, though this was a secret to the people as only a few truly attained this level of wisdom, the wisdom that through dedication any taint or marring could be removed with time and hard work.
The Fourth was the Ring of Banishment, marks and permanently sets the past of the Path in stone. Affirming all that has been collected and recorded about the path is kept only on it, banishing all thought of betrayal and dissent.
Finally, the mythical fifth ring. The Ring of Divinity, only one man has ever achieved this level, the very first student of the legendary snake, attaining godlike status and unlimited power under the serpents guidance, a few texts speak of the man becoming a second serpent after attaining this status, for his mortal form could not hold the true greatness of the form.
Menma found all of it incredibly interesting, his new teacher had spoken at length of the edicts of the Path were paradoxical, that one must always remain true to themselves and to think of oneself yet also for the safety those around them, for the well being of their fellow man.
It was an oddly contenting way to live.
"So what do I need to do, Master?" Questioned Menma, floating down and standing on his feet, easily towering over the wizened old man at a strong 6' 1". Whereas the old man was a straight 5 feet tall.
"I need you to sit, clear your mind, and draw in all the Ki within the room for the next four hours. Let not a spec escape your field. I will be branding your back with the physical representation of the ring itself, grit your teeth, it will be painful." Advised the old man, Menma frowned for a moment but nodded pulling his top off and crossing his legs.
He took a calming breath and touched every inch of the room with his presence, all Ki within the room, emitted by either himself or Ziko was rapidly funneling into his body, one could actually see the strands of blue energy in the air slipping into the youth's skin.
Ziko began making several movements with his hands, slowly he moved around Menma's still form, broad flowing gestures like some odd kind of dance. He finished this dance behind the boy once more, energy flowing from his palms with a powerful, bassy "Hya!" the old martial artist thrust his hands onto the apprentice's back burning the flesh and staining the skin.
The burn marks continued to singe the flesh before the marks began to spread out and form a perfect ring, marked with archaic script. This whole process, thankfully, took about ten minutes.
The brand glowed for a moment before settling back down into a calm, woad blue colour. Menma's had not even flinched as he was so deep within his meditation, though when he stood and opened his eyes he felt it, a great vacuum upon his back.
With a soft breath he took a stance, as he focused his energy he fed it into the vacuum, in a faint flash of light a great phantom ring formed behind him, constructed of pure energy, it was roughly twice the width of his shoulders and rather thing all around but definitely there.
The vacuum seemed to lift from his body as the ring was projected and instead he felt the Ki in the air rush into him, empowering him, filling him with energy and flooding his system with endorphins.
"The Saisho no Enjin is the first step on this new path, Menma-kun. It will act as a go-between for your body and the energy it takes in. A bank of energy for you to access at will, but be warned if you overload your body you will die. There are severe consequences involved with this technique but I believe you are ready." Said Ziko.
Menma nodded tensing his hands into fists, he released a punch and with it shot a wave of dark blue energy, like a shotgun spray it fled in all directions within a cone from his fist. Menma began a string of kicks and punches, every opening kick to a chain had a second shade of raw energy striking in the same direction, this was the Phantom Fist.
"Will I know when I am ready to go to the next level, Master?" Menma questioned as he continued his movements.
"Indeed. You will feel your energy hit a wall, an internal barrier within all humans, typically you would not be able to pass this barrier as the typical human body, no matter how well trained, could surpass their mortal limits. Currently you posses the Ring of Harmony, the first step, able to suck in latent energy within the air and use it to power the wielder, when you hit this wall in terms of raw energy you must train your body to match it, you must stay at that limit for days on end to force your body to 'evolve' past its limits and break the barriers down. There is no other way around it, you must prove yourself to the rings in order to attain more." Menma nodded, having heard most of this before but felt the need to ask again.
Ziko himself possessed three rings, due to starting much later in life he could only go so far with this technique and even then, it allowed him to pursue a career in martial arts to even his current age of 123.
He may look like a poorly preserved potato, but Ziko could still tangle with the best of 'em.
"That's fair. I'd hate to think there was an easy way to get stronger, it really only makes sense that hard work can effectively kill my limits." An amused smile lit up the twenty year olds face, Ziko nodded over the years he'd admired Menma's sheer dedication to bettering himself through sheer effort.
Ziko walked to the back of the dojo where a long scroll was rolled down behind a raised dais, the old man pressed something behind the hanging scroll and an audible click sounded, the dais moved about three feet to the left and revealed a small nook, within it were five thick books.
"Within these tomes rest the collective knowledge of everyone who has walked this path before you. When you feel it is time, return here and partake in the knowledge, for only with a strong mind, can a strong body be used properly." Always one with an additional pearl of wisdom, though that was he'd used a few times.
"Always the advisor." Menma said with a fond smile on his face, Ziko chuckled and stroked his beard. "You're thinking, what about?" Asked the student as he powered down, the ring retreating back into his body.
"A fellow martial artist I know took on a pair of students not too long ago, I was merely wondering how you would fair against them." Admitted the elderly man with a thoughtful hum.
"Oh? Who?" Questioned the student as he crossed his legs once more and floated in the air, random objects began floating around him as he did so.
"Muten Roshi, he trains in the Turtle Style." Informed Ziko, Menma nodded, having heard the name in passing a few times. "It will only be for a day or so, I doubt we'll be away for too long."
Menma produced a phone from his pocket, "I'll just text my folks to let them know where we'll be." Menma informed getting a nod in response, "So, pack for a days and night, or just the day?"
"For a day and night, to be on the safe side." Suggested Ziko, Menma gave a small noise of acknowledgement as he received a message from his father, a simple 'Okay, stay safe.'
"I'll go get my stuff ready." The young man uncrossed his feet and floated into his room, Ziko reset the dais and gave it a firm pat.
"I have taught you much my young friend, and I am privileged to teach you more." Ol' Ziko said fondly, a small smile on his withered face.
Kame House; Age 761
Master Roshi, old as dirt and lookin' like an 'ugly turtle'. An old man with a bald head and big white beard, eyes hidden behind a pair of red rimmed glasses, he wore an orange floral shirt and dark blue shorts, a pair of red sandals on his feet. A cold mug of beer on the counter and a nudey mag in his lap.
Aside from Roshi, those that inhabited the island were Krillin, one of Roshi's students. A short bald man with six dots upon his forehead, coal black eyes and a friendly disposition. Unlike his childhood, where he was kind of a snot.
Turtle, the turtle. A large brown, speckle-shelled turtle that could speak and was generally pleasant company.
Visiting today was Bulma Breif's, a young woman with short blue hair, bright blue eyes and fair skin. She wore a white blazer of a dark blue top and a white skirt.
Also coming around was Son Goku, the strongest of their little ensemble, Goku was taller than the rest of the group, had wild blad hair and friendly black eyes. Typically he could be seen wearing his orange training gi with black boots.
"So this is your son, eh Goku?" Questioned Roshi, as they'd all come out to greet Goku, excited to see their friend after so long away from one another.
The son in question was Son Gohan, he had a yellow and green qipao on with a red hat, atop said hat was a fabled Dragon Ball, within were four stars. The Dragon Balls, when all seven were gathered, were said to grant any wish.
"Yep." Goku affirmed cheerfully, "He's a real smart kid, Chi-Chi's started schooling him early so he can grow up to be a scholar… kinda bummed that means he won't be fighting but can't win 'em all."
"Wow, Goku. I would'a thought you'd be more stubborn about Gohan fighting." Questioned Krillin.
"Well I'm sure Chi-Chi won't mind if he comes out to train now and then, but with everything so calm nowadays he might not even have to fight." Goku scratching his cheek in thought for a moment, "Which is kind of a bummer…"
Krillin chuckled and gave him a sly look, "I'm sure there's other things you can fill your time with now, Goku." Roshi giggled whilst Bulma rolled her eyes.
Goku looked clueless.
The conversation would have continued were it not for two high level signatures tingling at the senes of those who could. "What on earth?" Questioned Goku, looking around quickly.
Krillin looked worried as he felt a pit in his gut form.
"Oh, there here early!" Said Roshi with a chuckle, "One moment boys, I gotta get into my good clothes." And with that the old master disappeared into Kame house.
"Turtle, do you know what Master Roshi's going on about?" Krillin asked quickly, panic subsiding slightly considering how calm the old guy was.
"Oh Master Roshi invited a friend over, apparently he's taken an apprentice and wanted to see how they measured up to you guys." Informed Turtle calmly.
"Master Roshi has friends?" Questioned Oolong, a walking talking pig who walked outside to see what the ruckus was about, "Oh, hey Goku."
"Hi Oolong." Greeted Goku with a grin, "This is great, I can't wait to see how strong they are!"
"Looks like you won't be bored after all." Said Bulma with a shrug.
Two dots appeared on the horizon as Master Roshi stepped out of the house, now dolled up in a fine pinstripe suit with a hat.
"Hehe, I hope Ziko's apprentice is pretty." Giggled the old turtle master.
"Oh, it's a girl?" Questioned Krillin.
"I don't know, but it's best to be prepared!" Proclaimed Roshi with vigor.
What landed, was not a woman.
But rather a tall young man with wild, shaggy black hair that fell just below his shoulders, a dark blue gi with a white sash and black boots, a bag slung over his shoulder.
Next to the young man was an elderly man with fluffy white hair and a short beard, donned in a similar attire.
"Damnit!" Grumbled Roshi.
"Master, I thought you said Master Roshi only just acquired these students… these men look to be quite strong, and well trained." Murmured the younger.
"Oh my. It seems I've misjudged the time again, silly me." Was the abashed response Menma got. Sometimes Master Ziko really did show his age.
"Master…" Lamented the youth aloud, palming his face. Composing himself he turned to the two other fighters, "A pleasure to meet you both, Menma Uzumaki." He offered a hand as he strode towards them, he reached the smaller man first.
"Name's Krillin, nice to meet'cha." Greeted Krillin, sufficiently calmed now that he could get a proper read on the guy's energy, it was kind of wild and fluctuating, but soothing, calm. He was a good one.
"I'm Son Goku, we should totally spar!" Goku introduced with gusto, shaking the hand firmly, the two of them took measure of each other and found themselves grinning.
"I agree, it'd be quite interesting to see who would win." Affirmed Menma before turning to the last person he was to properly greet, "Nice to meet you miss…?"
"Bulma Briefs." Informed the blue haired woman with a friendly smile as she accepted the hand.
"Oh my, I've met quite the celebrity today. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Briefs." Every man and his dog knew of the Brief family and their gifts to the scientific community, even the common man was immensely fond of Capsule Corps technology.
Once more, everyone felt a new energy source, this time Menma twitched, "Chaotic, unbridled, reckless. A warrior to be sure, but somewhat… wild."
"Very good, Menma-kun." Praised Ziko, rubbing his chin.
What landed before them was a tall man wearing some kind of armour with a furred tail wrapped around his waist, his hair was incredibly long and dark as night, looking much like a wall of black spikes down his back, a green visor like device hovered over one of his eyes, set onto his left ear.
"Hmm…" The man tapped the device and random numbers began flashing on it, "Disappointing, disappointing, weak, old, old, woman, ooh! You there!" The man pointed abruptly at Menma. "Are you some odd exception for your race? Why are you so much more powerful than the other humans?"
"Hard work and lots of sit-ups?" Menma questioned with a chuckle.
"Ah, smartass huh?" Questioned the man, "Nevermind that, Kakarot why is there still life on this planet!?" This time he addressed Goku.
This in turn led to a lengthy discussion about Goku apparently being named Kakarot and also being an alien, a 'Saiyan' a warrior race that worked as part of a planet trade federation where the literal planets were traded off and sold to the highest bidders.
Krillin was thrown through a wall by a tail slap and Raditz, who is apparently Goku's brother, attempted to make off with Gohan.
Menma does not play well with dickheads.
Raditz had just knocked Kakarot off his feet with a knee to the gut and reached for his nephew, until a firm grip locked onto his wrist, murderous purple eyes drilled into his own coal black ones.
"I'm gonna have to recommend you don't touch the kid." Menma said icily.
Raditz felt his heartbeat quicken, "What is this sensation? It feels like he's draining my energy… is this what earthlings are truly capable of? They're more dangerous than I gave them credit for." Thought Raditz, but nevertheless he attempted to blast the gnat with a Double Sunday.
Menma grabbed both of Raditz's arms and pushed them skyward, before thrusting his knee directly into the Saiyan's crotch, Raditz's vision exploded into white as he was reduced to a gasping, moaning mess.
"Did that seriously just happen?" Asked Bulma with wide eyes.
"Oh my, Menma-kun that was quite rude of you." Admonished Ziko, "What if he desired children?"
"Then I'll pay for his medical bill." Menma said without turning from his victim, "I'm going to have a small chat with Raditz here about polite conversation." Menma tossed his bag to the side and grabbed the Saiyan by the hair before launching off, a sonic boooom thundered through the skies as he broke the sound barrier.
"Phew, that's one scary kid you got there, Ziko." Said Roshi, sweat visibly on his forehead.
"Menma's true power comes from his emotions. It just happens that he's a soft spot for children." Informed Ziko with a chuckle.
Goku looked to the skies where the two had disappeared, "I need to start training properly. I almost put Gohan in danger with my own weakness…. It can never happen again."
Wasteland
Menma tossed Raditz down, the man landing on his face with a pitiful groan, still clutching at his genitals, "Now, Raditz. What exactly led you to believe coming here and attempting to convince Goku that murdering everyone on the planet was a good idea?"
Menma paced back and forth as Raditz got to his feet, "Damn earthling, a coward's tactic!" Spat Raditz.
"Said the man who beat a small man and a brother to kidnap a child. Tell me Raditz, does this not make you a coward?" Menma questioned rhetorically, for he already had an answer.
Yes, yes it did.
"I'll kill you." Swore Raditz with a ferocious snarl.
"Tell you what, Raditz. We'll fight, and whoever wins gets to decides the other's fate, right?" Offered Menma calmly.
"You're in no position to bargain with me, worm! I'll slaughter you!" Roared Raditz, two beams of energy shot forth from his hands, smoke burst from the impact zone, Raditz chuckled, "Like dust in the wind."
"I love that song." Said a voice, Raditz turned and saw a first surging towards his back, but felt the impact of two, then a leg swept his own out from under him, two more fists struck his body, then finally an elbow sent him crashing face first into the ground.
Raditz could already feel the bruises.
He looked up to see the human staring down at him, a blue ring shimmering behind him and his eyes now a vibrant wild blue, the same colour as the ring itself.
"My body is literally built to fight like this, Raditz. Human or Saiyan, if you use energy based anything, I'll be at an advantage. Feel weaker? It's because I've been draining you the whole time I had you in my grip. I don't play fair, I play to win." Menma informed kicking Raditz away.
Raditz rolled and managed to right himself, standing up only to feel another fist crash into his stomach, making him spit up a good chunk of his stomach's contents, "Shotgun." Menma said calmly.
"Sho-whaaaaaa!" Raditz was blasted away as several bursts of ki shot forth from his foes fist, directly into his gut, making him flip head over foot a dozen times before crashing into a rock and coming to a painful halt.
Menma held his hands out for a moment before slowly moving them in a serpentine motion, copies forming behind each movement before his whole body seemed to be mirrored twice over, "First Step: Viper's Fang."
Menma leapt forward with enough force to send a great cloud of dust and rock behind him he struck Raditz in the jugular, stomach, chest and finally with a powerful burst of a ki, a final punch to the face.
Each strike counted as three, and Raditz was in nothing but pain as his nose was shattered, his cheekbones fractured, his jaw broken his ribs cracked and his throat barely able to take in any air from the sheer crushing force of each blow.
Menma calmed himself and brought back his energy into his core, the ring spun slightly before returning to his flesh and his eyes returned to their natural purple shade. Menma approached Raditz and looked down at him, a weeping, pain-soaked mess of a man.
"Do you concede?" Menma questioned idly, getting a pathetic nod in return.
"Good, from now on you're under my watch. If you step out of line, I'll not hesitate to tear the heart from your chest." Warned the human ominously, he snapped something in half before jamming it into the wounded Saiyan's mouth, "Swallow it, retard."
Half a senzu bean worked just as well as a full senzu bean, a pity they tasted like ass, Menma popped the other half into his mouth and reflexively wrinkled in disgust as he felt what little exhaustion had come over him abate, randomly he threw a wide beam of energy into the air.
"And that's all the excess I got from you, now I'm good for about couple of days… so long as I don't fight anybody else." Menma amended as he looked at Raditz's raising figure.
"What… how did you heal me?" Demanded Raditz, somehow a good deal calmer than before. Perhaps it was the fact he'd just had his shit pushed in and broken on the ground.
"Magic plant." Menma waved off, "So. Say you succeeded in your little plan, what would your next move be?"
"I'd report it to Vegeta and Nappa, the Prince of all Saiyans and his retainer. Then wipe the planet." Informed Raditz with a grunt.
"Alright. Report to them, tell them what happened and that they can eat a fat dick, you'll be learning under me from now on." Menma said with crossed arms, Raditz looked at the clearly younger man for a moment, a look of shock on his face.
"I'm not kidding, Raditz." Menma said firmly, before his ear twinged and he turned on his heel only to catch a face full of Ki, knocking him on his ass. "Shit… that was not pleasant."
"So you're the one who was stronger than this oddball." Came an unfamiliar voice, Menma's vision cleared and he was given sight to a green skinned man with pointed ears. He wore a turban along with a wide shouldered mantle, cape included, purple clothing underneath that.
"Any particular reason you found the need to attack me, sir?" Menma questioned, rubbing his nose in annoyance.
"I wanted to test your strength, that was impressive, you were able to tank a blast that would have incinerated a normal human, but we both know you aren't normal." Observed the green man.
"Evidently." Rumbled Raditz, crossed arms.
"Does this conversation have a purpose, sir? Or did you merely come to make statements about my person?" Questioned Menma with a flat stare.
"Yes, I want to test myself against you. If you're able to defeat an alien with no effort I may have a use for you." Said the green man.
"You look familiar…" Admitted Menma, rubbing his chin for a moment before recognition flashed in his eyes and he snapped his fingers, "You're Piccolo Jr!" Memories of watching the bout between this green man and a… holy shit Goku was that guy! Wow… small world.
"I usually just go by Piccolo…" Muttered the turban wearing man with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm sure." Menma nodded, "Nevertheless, you'd lose."
"Excuse me?" Demanded Piccolo with a snarl.
"You would lose. You're power is lower than Raditz's and I just mopped the floor with him, I'm not trying to insult you but it's true. If you wished we could train together, the three of us, to prepare for Raditz's buddie's and then we could take them out." Piccolo blinked for a moment.
"Wait… what?" Questioned Piccolo.
"Sorry I'm late!" Shouted a familiar voice, Goku had finally caught up, Menma made a mental note that this man had to work on his flight speed, then admonished himself for what could be construed as arrogance, it wasn't his place to be everyone's nursemaid.
"The fun is already over, Goku. I beat Raditz." Menma said, sticking a thumb over his shoulder. "Also, good news. Two Saiyans are coming to earth… time and power levels, Raditz." Menma said turning over his shoulder.
"And that's why I think both of you are complete asses." Finished Raditz, switching off his scouter. "Nappa is easily double my power, Vegeta is roughly ten times stronger. They'll be here within the year."
"Oh my." Menma said face suddenly a slight paler. Whilst he easily dispatched of Raditz, he did have an inbuilt advantage due to the flight over here and catching him off guard. "I am become error."
"We're all going to have to train to defeat them." Menma said, rubbing his chin in thought. "Hmm…"
"Hey Piccolo, why are you here?" Questioned Goku, scratching his cheek.
"I came to see who held this great power." Informed Piccolo flatly. "It would seem it was a wasted journey, if you've already got your claws into him."
"That sounds suspect." Menma muttered to himself before getting his mind back on track, "Alright. If the Saiyans are as powerful as Raditz says we need to push beyond any limitations we currently have, Raditz surely a warrior race has advanced training methods, yes?"
"A Saiyan grows more powerful the longer we fight, in order to match our foe. We also have an innate ability known as the Zenkai, should a Saiyan fall to death's door and return healthy, our powers skyrocket." Informed the cowed Saiyan, his body language still radiating aggression, but seemed to be tapered off so long as he was technically under new management.
"Wait so…" Menma paused in his speech and sensed out Raditz, surely enough his power had climbed several times, almost doubling in volume. "My word… we have to exploit this to its utmost."
"What do you mean?" Goku asked.
"I assume all of us have access to senzu beans?" Questioned the bearer of the Saisho no Enjin.
"Sure do, but Yajirobe and Korin grow them on the lookout, so it's usually up to them who gets to use 'em." Informed Goku with a grin.
"Odd that you haven't started growing your own, nevertheless, Korrin was gracious enough to allow Master Ziko his own plant. So what we will do is this, I will train with Goku and Raditz in order to exploit the Zenkai, whenever one of you begins to fade eat a bean, have a quick break and then get back into it. Your bodies will begin to compensate for all the new damage by making you stronger. In turn that'll allow me to grow stronger with you." Menma said simply, shrugging idly.
"And how is it that a human can match the Saiyans apparent growth rate?" Questioned Piccolo, already picking up the idea, and whilst it didn't help him with conquering the planet it did assure there would be a planet here for him to conquer.
"With this…" Menma thumbed over his shoulder as the Saisho no Enjin appeared behind him. "It's how I'm able to grow stronger, surpass my human limitations."
"Wow, what's it do?" Questioned Goku, impressed by the sheer output the odd ring was giving out.
"I'd rather not say just yet, maybe later." Goku frowned for a moment but nodded, everyone was allowed secrets, and it wasn't exactly a 'no'.
"As for you Piccolo-san… I'd be happy to have you train with us, any willing participant would greatly increase our chances of victory." Menma said simply, "God, I've started talking like a pretentious ass, this is what happens when you don't speak to more than a handful of people for three years."
"Hmph…" Grunted Piccolo for a moment, before his piercing stare fell on Goku and he grinned savagely, "A change to beat this fool? I'd love it."
"Whatever motivates you." Menma said with a shrug, "That being said…" The Saisho no Enjin retreated back into Menma's skin and he rolled his shoulder at the still somewhat unfamiliar tingle it sent up his spine, "I believe now would be the time for our first lesson…"
Menma opened his palms and orbs of ki leapt into the surrounding area, "Dodge!" With a wide grin he made a giant storm of fist sized orbs that began bouncing in random directions, watching the three men attempt to dodge everything was probably the funniest thing he'd seen in quite a while.
That being said, he now understood why Master Ziko did it to him all the time.
This went on for a good few hours, before all the participants were covered in bruises and scorch marks, panting on the ground.
Menma had a few drips of sweat from his brow but just activated the Saisho no Enjin to compensate for the loss of ki in his body, give it a few minutes and he'd at least have full stores once more.
The young man looked over his new cohorts, "If anybody dies when those two come to earth. It's my fault, way to jump the gun Menma…" He thought with a frown on his face.
"Alright, let's spend the next eleven months beating the piss out of each other." Said the young man cheerfully.
Reactions were varied.
End Chapter.
So I thought this up, figured it'd be fun. Was pretty fun to get down, took me a little longer than I would have liked but meh, Xenoverse 2 gave my Dragon Ball love a kick in the pants, inspiration wise. Good game, just got Baby Vegeta's clothes from GT. Lookin' classy.
So lemme know what'cha think, what could be improved or shtuff like that.
If you take umbrage with a human beating the shit out of Raditz, please direct your screaming discontent elsewhere because the amount of fucks I cannot give is not measureable by normal, mortal means.
Raxychaz!
