Overpowering:

Most of my life had always been boring. Just having to live in a small fishing town on the relatively big island of Monju. Day in and day out, following in my father and grandfathers footsteps, I was a small income fisherman. That stopped being true when, on my 21st birthday, my dad splurged for my birthday gift. Mom knew nothing about it, if she did, she would probably have stopped my father the second she heard.

My father had stumbled across a Devil Fruit. He recognized it immediately from the fruit stand. He was amazed such a rare and expensive fruit was on display. He had never really told anyone, especially myself, but he used to be a pirate. During the time of Gol D. Roger, my father had had his bought of adventure fever. Many of his crewmates had become the lucky receivers of Devil Fruit powers; he never did though.

One day while on Monju Island, having some down time, he wandered through town and happened upon my mother, much the same way as this fruit. Such a rare beauty had to be plucked before anyone else could have it. Surprisingly, it worked about as well as getting the fruit did. Much haggling, charm, and eventual bribing were needed for both my mothers hand in marriage and this fruit. Thusly, only my mother and Grandfather knew my father used to be a pirate. I was completely in the dark, until that day.

Well, Grandpa, dad, and myself had just gotten home from one long day of fishing and were dead tired. Grandpa sat down in his usual padded armchair and immediately started to snore. Dad and I sat down at the table for a rest of our own, then dad suddenly got up and headed towards his bedroom. He came out shortly with his hands behind his back.

"Happy birthday, son." My dad said as he handed me the simple cube package. This was surprising because I was expecting some sort of intricate fishing equipment, maybe even my own boat, and neither of those presents could ever fit in a box like this.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You'll see once you open it you dunderhead, that's why it's a present." He said

I took the top off the box to see inside one of the strangest oranges I had ever seen. For one, oranges are supposed to be orange, not gray. Second, a healthy orange probably shouldn't have two growing on the same stem. Lastly, normal fruit don't have patterns like mist from a book doodled all over them.

"This is a joke, right? Please tell me this is the gag before the extravagant part."

"Nope, all of the birthday money I had for you and a little extra…"

I deadpanned a look at him

"Alright, A LOT of extra into that one gift." He was dead serious

I looked down at it again and picked it up, turned it around to examine it a little. I sniffed it to see whether it was fresh or not, and surprisingly didn't give the slightest sent. I looked up and saw my dad's eyes glistening; so as to not disappoint him I took a bite.

Bad choice as it turns out. First off, it tasted horrible, as in; having raw and burned fish guts being fed to you simultaneously bad. I didn't even know how that tasted, but take that by five and you might end up somewhere where this taste was.

Second, Mom dropped the groceries. I heard hers hit the ground about the exact same time mine did. Mom looked dumbfounded, confused, and finally angry. Oh so very angry. And yet, my dad was nearly squealing with delight. This was a very severe swap of personalities for my parents.

Lastly, my fruit didn't drop because my hand let go, it's because my hand stopped being there to hold the fruit. As it turned out my hands, feet, and abdominal section stopped having a form.

I will admit, I was scared pant less, quite literally as it would also seem. I always tried to be strong and hold those girly emotions like fear, depression, and hunger wait until I was alone, even from my family. That stopped instantaneously when I noticed parts of my body disappearing.

My dad seemed to finally snap out of his own fantasy world and noticed I was fading away. "OI! Pull yourself together son! Hey, Focus on ME!"

This got my attention. Even though he had to yell often, it had never been in a harsh tone before. I immediately paid attention, and to my relief, got my body back.

"Now listen very carefully Cymond, and listen closely. You have just become a Devil Fruit user."