Silver Crow: Considering Hit doesn't exist in Xenoverse I can't really do that, and I wouldn't want to either as not only is that broken as fuck, it'd be no fun as the only smart thing to do would be to exploit the shit out of such a move.
Helios8548: I could agree with the homesickness part to be sure, but consider the fact that he's been preoccupied with getting stronger. Although if memory serves isn't Guldo the only one with any real psychic ability in DBZ?
Also, I've seen two people thus far saying Menma is apparently bratty/annoying. I'd just like to point out, no-one knows how to act properly around new people at the ages of 8-11, it took me until I was 17 to even properly interact with other human beings, and I'm still a bloody weirdo. That's really the only thing I could possibly see where you're coming from, neither of you actually specified what the problem was.
I know it's kind of picking at issues but I figured I'd address it.
Anyway, hope you enjoy, see you all next chapter.
Start!
Menma had stayed to watch a little bit more but it seemed whatever was going to impede Shepard, or the galaxy at large had yet to show up, he was called back by Trunks and was sent off to assist Goku once more, this time...
Hercule had decided it was up to him to take out Cell, in this arena, surrounded by his adoring fans. "You better get ready, Cell because the Champ is gonna take you out!" Throwing off his shoulder-cape and throwing his arms up and giving a great hearty laugh, for a moment Cell thought that the lights behind Hercule had flashed with a multitude of colours and sparkles.
Then the Android was happily saved from the ridiculousness of Hercule as a smaller figure slid through the air and booted the human out of the arena and sent him tumbling into the ground, Cell rose a brow as his lips creased into a smirk, the young man was some demi-saiyan creature, though the pointed ears were an interesting differences. Along with the silver fur.
"Oh my, who would you be?" Questioned Cell with an amused look on his face, but it seemed the boy was looking off to the side, distracted.
"Okay Menma. Just make sure Hercule doesn't die and interfere with Cell and Goku's fight when it's his turn. Good luck." Trunks instructed, Menma nodded to himself before looking back to Cell with a small smile.
"Sorry about that, I was in my own world for a moment, what'd you say?" He asked with, his smile stretching into a grin when Cell frowned.
"Well aren't you just hilarious." Drawled the bio-creation. "So am I to assume you've come to throw your life away before the others get a turn, rather impatient of you I must say." Cell continued, hands on his hips.
"What can I say, I'm a fatalist. Why wait?" The half-Saiyan responded with a dramatic sigh, Cell paused for a moment before chuckling.
"You amuse me boy, well done. Now... come at me." The android ordered with a smirk lining his lips.
"Hey Dad, isn't that..." Questioned Gohan, tugging on his fathers wrist and pointing to the youth, Goku smiled widely.
"Oh hey your right!" Goku agreed with a grin, "Hey there! It's been a while." Menma didn't really have time for an answer as he and Cell began to duke it out, Menma's form was encompassed in a red sheen as he initiated the Kaioken technique, his muscles bulging as his aura flared wildly.
Each time their fists collided Menma and Cell created shockwaves of impact, the android was pleased to see such a young opponent not just falling under his assault.
"I'm coming off a real high so you'll have to excuse me if I seem more than a little excited during our bout." Menma said as the grin on his face had yet to fade, striking Cell in the chest and breaking his guard, this was followed by a duo of rapid ki beams forcing the android back further, and then throwing his arms up and forming a silver and red orb and lobbing it towards Cell who grit his teeth and bore the attack, Menma took the moment of peace in the conflict to throw a low-powered ki blast at Hercule whom had tried to get back up into the arena, foolishly.
Hercule was knocked unconscious as the strike hit true right on the top of his skull, like a harsh punch to the dome he went down like a chump, Menma's aura flared once more as he focused his ki, Cell was managing to lift the dense orb of ki and was just about to throw it away from him before it exploded sending him crashing to the ground, Menma's feet touched the ground and he awaited the android's next move.
"Well, well. I must say this is quite the impressive feat. You've actually damaged me." Praised Cell with a smirk, but the scrapes and burns began to heal rapidly, "Unfortunately for you, it's not nearly enough to really do anything."
Menma cursed, "Fuck a duck..." Muttered the youth but his eyes were telling he was anything but distressed. "Oh well, not like I can help it woe is me, frail and weak as I am-psyche!" A dozen copies of the youth appeared at his side all grinning maniacally, Cell's eyes widened for a moment, "Introspection teaches you a lot about yourself Cell, and I've been ignoring a part of me for too long now." Each Menma flickered and struck the android in the back with a kick, sending him forward to the original whom held his hands in a very familiar stance.
"Wait, he knows it too? Kakarot how damned common is this technique of yours!" Demanded Vegeta as he prodded Goku's chest with an aggravated finger poke.
Goku chuckled sheepishly, Piccolo held up his fingers and counted off each person, "Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Master Roshi, me that one time I tried it, Tien and Cell. Now the kid I guess." Piccolo informed with a smirk, Vegeta scowled that such a commonplace technique had been his undoing on his initial trip to earth.
"Perfect Kamehameha!" Bellowed the youth as his full-powered ultimate technique slammed into Cell making the bug-man gasp as a hole was blown through his stomach, and the clones all gave a cheer before dispelling.
"Alright Menma, it should be okay for Goku to come in now, the dark energy on Cell seems to have fallen away." Instructed Trunks, Menma nodded an affirmative and powered down, his silver hair no longer whipping about and his tail tucking back into his belt loops. He brushed off his vest and turned to Goku.
"Your turn." Menma said as he gestured to the recovering Cell, the android howled angrily as the fighters switched out. Goku nodded and took centre stage going into his usual stance and flaring his power, going directly into Super Saiyan.
"So boy, you return." Vegeta commented, Menma looked at him with a sidelong glance before frowning and looking back to the fight, "Don't you ignore me brat." Snapped the Prince.
"Put a lid on it Vegeta." Piccolo said with a growl, looking to the shorter being with a glare.
"Did you come to help beat Cell, Mister?" Questioned Gohan, now a little taller and with a new scratch to his voice.
"Yessum." Informed Menma, only for his senses to prickle, Hercule was getting up off the ground ensnared in a shroud of black energy, "You're kidding me..." Menma muttered with a loose jaw, "You chose Hercule!?" Snapped the youth, raising his fist to the sky and shaking his fist at the unknown attackers.
"Time to work." The half breed said as he shot forward and kneed Hercule in the face, he went spinning back in the air only to catch himself and shoot forward with an elbow, Menma snap-vanished behind the Champ and swept his legs out from under him and began savagely beating the man, blood and bones broke, but Hercule kept getting up.
"Ohoho! It hurts! It hurts!" Hercule lamented but his body kept moving, Menma frowned seeing their game, bloody interlopers and their cheeky tactics.
"Looks like we won't need an out of bounds area anymore." Cell said with a grin, Menma turned as did all the Z-Fighters to see the android snared by the same dark energy and lob an orb of green into the stadium, Menma grabbed Hercule and shot away, grappling the struggling, controlled man to the best of his abilities.
Taking the adult into a sleeper hold the dark power seeped out of the human and dispersed, leaving a bruised and beaten, but now clear of corruption, Hercule. Menma dropped the man next to Krillin and flickered away, standing off on his own for a moment.
"So... got those earrings yet?" Menma asked Trunks with a small grin on his face.
There was a sigh through their connection, "Yes, don't worry they'll be waiting for you when you get back. They cost more than I'd think for imitations." Lamented Trunks, not having expected to take out such a chunk of his funds to fulfil the bet.
"S'ok, if they were that bad I don't mind going halves with ya. I've been eyeing them for a while anyway." Admitted Menma, figuring that he could throw money at the issue and have it go away, as he'd stacked up quite the amount of funds from his Parallel Questing.
"That's good of you, but I'm just grouching. It wasn't really that much. Much less than paying to learn techniques from the shop." Informed Trunks, though shaking his head towards the end, damned robot attendants and their exuberant prices.
"Sorry what?" Menma asked abruptly.
"The skill shop? You know next to the mixing station in Toki Toki." Trunks said, imagining a map before him and pointing to it, even though Menma couldn't see it, it helped him visualize the place.
"I was unaware there was such a place, and they just sell techniques there? Good ones?"
"Some good ones, some not so good. I suppose it depends on you. I'll show it to you when you get back." Trunks assured, "Oh, it's Gohan's turn, and now the Cell juniors are out, that's normal... hang on there's some interference, it must be them again. I'll try to get a trace on them." Each of the six Cell Juniors was shrouded in a purple miasma, Menma frowned as Yamcha, and Tien were being cornered by three.
"And so the hero swoops in to save the day." He muttered to himself as he powered back up and shot upwards, tearing through the air with the same tell-tale whistling noise that came with shooting through the skies so quickly, Menma opened up with a knee to the back of a Cell Jr's head making it tumble into one of its brothers, the two little blue creatures ranted at one another for a moment before a person sized orb of silver ki plowed into them and exploded.
"Looks like whilst they're strong, they're frail. Man, glass cannons eat your hearts out." Commented Menma, mostly to himself, but Yamcha heard it and laughed nervously, the youth looked at the scarred man.
"You alright?" Menma asked with a risen brow.
"Uh... yeah. Thanks for the save, but we gotta help Tien, c'mon!" A suddenly enthused and energetic Yamcha shot through the air and kicked the Cell Jr that was harassing his friend, Tien smirked and fired a beam of golden energy from his finger, it struck the Cell Jr who grinned and giggled. Tien took exception to that, and fired off another triplet of Dodon Ray's.
Yamcha fired a Kamehameha at the back of the creature making it growl in annoyance, "Surprise!" Shouted Menma as he elbowed the creature in the cranium, dazing it before his tail slipped around its neck, pulling the Cell Jr closer Menma grabbed the head and pincered the body with his feet, with a grunt of exertion he ripped the head clean off. Tien and Yamcha sighed in relief, before their new compadre shot off to assist the others.
Vegeta and Trunks were dead even with their Cell Jr's but Krillin was being onset and chased around, and the poor baldy had to carry Hercule, he was more concerned over the fact that these little bastards were being so easy to kill. Something was definitely up here.
Questions for later.
Menma flashed towards the little shit and booted the Cell Jr into the ground, descending a slight more he stomped on its head until it caved in, "I should probably talk to someone about these anger issues." Thought the youth for a moment before scoffing to himself and throwing a duo of rather distracting ki blasts at the two Cell Jr's fighting the remaining Z-Fighters.
As though resurrected by an otherwordly force each Cell Jr reformed/got back up and flashed to their father's side, Menma frowned but Gohan managed to land such a ferocious attack on the bio-android that he actually vomited up a blonde woman.
Menma was wide eyed as she watched the woman fall to the ground, flickering to catch her, "I was not ready for today."
"Neither was I at the time." Trunks said with sympathy, though it sounded more like a side comment than an actually invested statement, must have been a real pain in the ass to lockdown a trace.
Menma flashed away once more and stood aside Krillin who sighed in relief, Cell, having downgraded to the fishlipped asshole decided 'fuck it' and tried to go megaton bomb on everyone. Goku also decided 'fuck it' and teleported the guy away. Menma blinked.
"Did my brother just explode..." He paused for a moment, his mind rebooting as a sad sigh left his lips, 18 cradled in his arms getting a brush of hot air on her cheeks as he leant down to do so, the blonde awakened to see a silver haired youth holding her, "He did."
"Uh... hey." Greeted the cyborg, Menma's saddened shining blue eyes looked down at her and he nodded, "Would you mind putting me down?" She asked with a hesitant smile, Menma did so and set her down next to him, and by proxy Krillin, who was shaking from the sight of his bff disappearing and becoming cosmic dust.
"What happened?" 18 questioned.
"Cell decided to alahu snackbar." Menma provided with a frown. Awaiting for the cruel moment this sacrifice would be rendered moot and pointless.
"He what?" Questioned the blonde again.
"He blew himself up, Goku teleported the two of them away." Clarified the Time Patroller. 18 had a small scowl crease her face as she stared at the horrified Gohan. Menma's ear tickled as he looked off to the side.
"Menma I found them, quickly!" Ordered Trunks, Menma nodded and shot off to the north, quickly disappearing from the Z-fighter's collective view.
Wasteland
Menma landed at the coordinated place and looked around stepping out of a black swirling portal were a pair of humanoids, both had blue skin and primarily red outfits but varied greatly otherwise. The female was about his own height and had shoulder length white hair with a golden figure eight hairpin, pointed ears and soft purple eyes. She wore a red skintight dress-bodysuit that opened under her breasts and showed off her flat stomach. From the waist down was a white and black, spiked cape.
The other was much taller than both he and the woman, he wore a similar skin tight bodysuit though with a sarong-cape around his waist splitting off for each leg to pass easily, there was a white armoured plate over his chest with a green bubbling section over the centre of his torso, golden... pipes? Around his neck.
Menma's nostrils flared as his senses went haywire, a small part of his mind, possibly the human part, telling him to run, that this was not an enemy to be trifled with, but the primal, Saiyan part was drooling at the opportunity, if he could survive, even if he lost, he'd grow exponentially from this fight.
His heart thundered in his chest, blood racing through his body as he clenched his fists and growled, "So. It was you two. Get your kicks from fucking with the timeline?" He questioned, his voice positively guttural.
"Oh my it seems they've finally found us, Mira. You've grown quickly little insect, to think your energy would be worth harvesting on our first face to face encounter." Taunted the woman, Menma looked to Mira, the man and he seemed impassive but nodded nonetheless.
"So, he's the muscle and she's the brains? That makes my life easier at least." Menma thought before a familiar essence appeared beside him, Trunks.
"I don't know what you two are planning but it ends here, you aren't going to get your way!" Snarled the boy as he transformed into the shiniest of golden men.
The woman moved back as Mira stepped forward, Menma's aura flared wildly, Trunks gave him a sidelong glance, a flicker of doubt in his eyes before the boy's brow was creased with a bulging vein and his elongated canines nearly dug into his gums his teeth were clenched so tightly, Menam's aura flowed and flowed until it plateaued, his eyes filled with a cold, rapturous fury that intrigued Mira.
"Bring your true power to the surface, boy. Or you can die like a fool." Ordered the blue skinned man as he waited patiently for the boy to do just that.
Menma's mind filled with images of his master's callous actions, tapping into it as a profound moment of true, burning anger. He thought back to his father's attitude at his existence, about how he was a mistake of youth. He thought to the fact that right now, Gohan. A boy five years his junior was ascended, and he was not.
Jealousy.
Anger.
Hurt.
Rage.
So much rage.
White.
Hot.
Wrath.
Menma's body shon with a brilliant white light a deafening howl tore from his throat, the aura was so intense it was like looking a silver sun, Mira squinted as the boys form expanded and visibly grew before his eyes, his hair lengthening, fur sprouting up his arms, his nails lengthening and his eyes gaining a dark outline to them. Menma's body emerged from the transformation, the silver energy a great deal more intense than the first transformation, crackling with dark blue electricity.
Looking like puberty hit him like a freight train the half-Saiyan now stood a few inches taller than Trunks, his body filled out with musculature of an adonis, the fur from his shoulders had gone all the way down his spine making a vague V shape of silver fur down his back, his fingers and arms had been coated in the same lush silver fur and his nailed ended at a honed point. All in all Menma looked like he'd just aged several years.
Looking himself over through the haze of power he breathed deeply, "Two and a half weeks it took me to go from one to two, and yet it took me two years of constant training to go from base to one. I sense shenanigans." Rumbled the teenage looking Primal Saiyan.
"That's... quite the transformation." Trunks admired it for a moment, and a grin stretched on his comrades lips, showing his sharp teeth, "Works for you." Added the senior.
"I feel like I could do anything right now, so how about we crack this little bastards skull open and take the woman in for questioning." Trunks nodded but Mira's frown deepened, he lunged forward and thus the battle began.
Mira slammed his fist into Trunk's chest forcing him back, Menma appeared aside the blue skinned man with a roundhouse to the back of the head, Trunks regained his footing and slashed Mira across the chest with his sword in a singular flash of movement Mira's armour was scratched but it wasn't exactly notable damage.
Menma's silver orb of desolation was flung towards Mira's unprotected back making the man grit his teeth as it span and burnt into his flesh, Trunks smirked and moved his hands in a rapid and intricate movement, "Burning Attack!" Bellowed the half-Saiyan as he launched a fireball of ki that exploded and detonated the orb on impact.
Menma and Trunks smirked at one another before a purple beam of energy reminiscent of a Gallick Gun shot out of the smoke and shot towards the Super Saiyan, Trunks evaded enough to only take a blast to the shoulder, Menma dove into the smoke and kicked Mira in the back once more sending him towards Trunks who this time changed from a sword strike to a powerful ki blast was able to visibly damage Mira.
"Double Buster!" Looking like a smaller, quicker version of the Final Flash, Trunks lanced energy directly through Mira, though it seemed the man was able to shrug it off. Whilst the attack seemed to have pierced his defences, he wasn't literally run through by it.
Menma felt slightly cheated at that.
Then again, that meant more time to break in his new body.
That made him smile menacingly.
Menma's body flushed with power as he announced, "Kaioken x10!" Roared the youth as his aura mixed red and silver, the electricity turning a vibrant vermillion in colour, flashing forward a dozen Menma's appeared around him, the Shadow Clones apparently still small, though this did give more context to just how great the change was, it was more amusing than intimidating to see a teenager leading a pack of children into battle.
One clone clocked Mira in the jaw with a booted kick making his head turn another hammered him in the back and sent him forward, like some macabre form of ping-pong the dozen Menma's each got a vicious attack off on Mira before the final one sent the otherworldly being towards the original with a spin-kick.
Menma's arm flared with ki dangerously as he slammed his fist into Mira's stomach, the man gasped in agony before Menma grabbed his shoulder and fired off an explosive, one handed Spiral Cannon, this time a hole really was drilled through Mira's chest, the woman gasped at the sight but the Uzumaki didn't give him any breathing room and thrust his clawed fingers through the mans eyes and his thumb into the blue skinned brutes mouth, gripping him by the skull and, ignoring the protests of unexpected pain, fired off another Orb of Desolation, that was a good name for it, the orb of ki rapidly expanded as he chewed through Mira's body and forced him to the ground.
"Trunks now!" Roared the Primal Saiyan, the senior patroller nodded as both of them fired off full powered ki blasts to the impact sight, with the combined power of the Orb of Desolation exploding, another full power Spiral Cannon and another fire based ki technique dubbed 'Fire Dome' from Trunks created a mushroom cloud of explosive force, Mira's body was disintegrated from the sheer force of the onslaught.
Menma and Trunks landed back on the ground, the woman was about to vanish but was stopped when the hulking form of the Primal Saiyan appeared before her, he grabbed her head and everything went dark from there.
Having forced the blackout Menma threw the woman over his shoulder and nodded to Trunks who sighed in relief, "Well... that's all done. Everything should be alright, but just to be sure go back and check on Gohan and the others, I'll make sure we lock her up tight for when you get back." Menma handed the blue skinned woman off to Trunks who was encompassed in a shaft of light, Menma shot back off towards the ruined Cell Games arena.
"I wonder why my clothes expanded with me... do I have magic clothes? Have I always had magic clothes?" The Primal Saiyan 2 everybody, a round of applause.
Later, Toki Toki
Everything ended up as intended, Menma had to knock a few of the revived Cell Jr's around but everything was alright in the end, he wasn't able to sit about mourning though, his brother would end up fine, he really did have to stop referring to Goku as his blood though, it could only lead to a misunderstanding later, having to explain the multiverse and the infinite possibilities that lead to the relation.
It would likely end up messy.
That being said Goku already seemed more than happy to have his presence, after the various assistances he'd rendered for the earth-raised Saiyan.
Man he could not get this off his mind.
In other news, the perpetuity of his transformation stuck firm, he was more than pleased with this form, the larger body allowed more energy to be stored therein and the fact that his body actually seemed to have aged meant that he could actually get more from his training than simple incremental boosts.
Also the bobbing of the potara-looking earrings firmly planted in his lobes looked great on him, they were the same blue as his eyes were when he was powered up. Menma honestly felt like he was on top of the world right now, and there was very little that could potentially sour his mood.
So of course, he went off to interrogate the prisoner they'd acquired.
From what Trunks had told him when he arrived the Supreme Kai of Time wanted to toss her into the cracks of time for daring to trifle with the flow of everything, Menma figured it'd be best to get what information they may need out of her before they do something so severe, it may end up that he could... persuade her to their side.
Mind control.
The idea was mind control.
A clone appeared behind Menma and pilfered a pad from the storage seal on his wrist beginning to do up just such a seal, he'd practiced some rather morally questionable things with Orochimaru-oji when he was a little boy.
That and the Curse Seal thing he was developing, but Menma wasn't so crazy about putting fragments of his soul into people.
"So has she said anything yet?" Menma asked as he and Trunks went into a dank, dreary dungeon beneath the Time Nest, wards placed every five feat that would send an alarm all around the city if someone were to escape the various blockages of the prison.
"All we know so far is that her name is Towa and Mira was apparently her creation, and she's from the Demon Realm." Surmised Trunks.
"A name is better than what I would have expected to be honest. She seems the unaccommodating type." Menma observed as they stood outside a cell, Towa suspended in various chains, each inscribed with power-sapping kai speech.
He'd say they were seals but that may be the wrong word for it, they were written in Kaioshin so the best he could think of was something along the lines of kai-speech.
Magic.
"Knock-knock." Menma said as he stepped into the cell, Trunks stepped back and leaning against the wall, somewhat uncomfortable with being in a prison. Towa looked up, her hair slightly frazzled from the process it must have taken to drain her power, her purple eyes were filled with loathing.
"You've ruined everything." Snapped the demon realm denizen.
"Look at the few fucks I give." Menma shot back with a drawl, he observed the chains and the prone form of Towa with slight interest before looking her in the eye, "So, let's cut to the chase, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, the easy way means you answer all my questions truthfully and I'll see what I can do for you. The hard way involves lots of rigorous torture some of which will leave you a barren husk of what you formerly were. Which sounds more appealing." The almost sing-song manner with which he told her of the worse option made Trunks' blood chill.
"Hmph, like a goody-goody from your lot would know anything about torture." Challenged Towa, Menma grinned widely.
"I love it when they have spirit." He'd gotten that line from Anko. "My dear Towa..." He slammed his fist into her cheek making the bone crack on impact and then grabbed her by the hair lifting her head to see his face, Menma traced her bruised cheek with a clawed finger, drawing blood down her jawline as he did. "I will break you." He promised, like a partner swearing their love for the first time.
The clone approached Trunks and whispered in his ear, warning the older male he probably wouldn't want to see the process. Trunks was weary at the warning from the copy but seeing the deathly serious look on his face he told himself to give it at the least a few minutes, and see what happened then.
Menma's fingers began slicing through Towa's bodysuit leaving small, weeping cuts on her form each time, before long both of her bound arms and her torso were riddled with cuts, crimson gradually clotting up the small wounds but a clone approached with a small bag, Towa grit her teeth as he rubbed salt onto his hands, awaiting the pain.
"Oh don't worry... I won't kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you, really, really bad." Menma promised with a grin.
Trunks left.
Menma listened out for the door he dusted his hands off and called the notepad clone forth, "How done are you?"
"Give me like five minutes." Reported the clone Menma nodded and cradled Towa's jaw in his hand, "I said I would break you, but I really just meant your mind. After I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name. Docile as a lamb. Reprogrammers have their methods, I have mine." Menma's eyes glinted dangerously and Towa's blood ran cold before he ripped her top off revealing her rather ample bosom but that wasn't his interest, for the moment, the clone stepped forward and pulled the page from the notepad.
Placing it against Towa's chest he lifted two fingers up and began uttering a few choice words under his breath, the seal began to burn into her like a brand, this made sealing things much quicker but also ran the risk of damage, and required exceptionally precise control when doing so.
Towa's body shook as the seal burnt into her flesh, but seized up as the web of infused chakra flooded her veins and took root, her free will, her consciousness and all that she was being... stripped away, fear gripped her heart before fear no longer had context, and thus.
Oblivion.
Menma grinned widely at his work, whilst yes he'd have to explain why her tits were out on display and how he'd managed to do what he did, there was this magical thing called lying.
Also this meant he had even more potential fighters for the future of his planet, and that was all that mattered in the long wrong, all he was doing was for the safety of his home. His loved ones and his friends. If that meant irrevocably, morally bankrupt choices, he was willing to take that.
Such was the length of his drive. Such was the length of his passion. Menma grabbed Towa's head and gently slapped her cheek, she was completely gone. "Let the reprogramming begin. Try to get at least some of the personality she showed us thus far in there. Make it convincing." Menma ordered the clone who nodded and went to work with another clone assisting him.
Menma walked out of the cell and leant against the wall, tucking his legs in he began to meditate on all he'd done, accomplished and otherwise been informed of this day, after about an hour of this a thought occurred to him, "The technique vendor. I should swing by and see what's available." Menma nodded to himself as he walked off.
Time Nest
Menma left the hidden prison cells and waved Trunks over, the senior patroller fell into step. "So..?" Questioned Trunks.
"I got all I could out of her, which is barely anything. She's a resilient bitch I'll give her that, so I figured if she's still a threat I'd better remove that chance, instead of throwing away a potential asset I'm doing a little mind-probing, she'll be as passive as a kitten when she wakes up."
"Is this right, Menma? What we're doing?" Trunks questioned.
"What I'm doing isn't usually considered right, so that's a no for me. What you do Trunks, is the right thing. You're a good man, and you do good work. What we accomplished earlier was amazing, we stopped people from fucking around with time with possibly the worst consequences, erosion of existence itself. If those two continued, who knows what may have happened." Menma lectured as he placed a firm hand on Trunks' shoulder.
The Briefs smirked for a moment, "And here I thought I was supposed to be the one guiding you." Trunks pat the hand on his shoulder before it released its grip, "Thank you, Menma. That means a lot."
"Happy to help, that's what friends do." Menma's smile turned into a smirk, "Friends also tell friends there's a way to skirt the unpredictable drop rates from those goddamn quests!" Said the taller, but younger, Saiyan with a light shoulder punch.
"Friends also think their friends are smart enough to notice a sign that says 'Skill Shop'." Trunks rebuked with a cheeky grin.
"Touche!" The silver furred Saiyan said with a chuckle.
End.
So yeah, variables are fun.
There's a plan for the Primal Saiyan forms, what that is you'll just have to wait for.
If you liked it, lemme know, if you didn't tell me specifically what you think could have been improved on. If you want to diddle the moon with your fiddle out of tune, without have Tom Riddle call you a loon then may I suggest putting tucking your piddle away before noon?
That was fun.
Raxychaz!
