A/N:

Goku Black SSJR: I answered this one in a PM, but yeah, I tend to not get many reviews. But I'll occasianlly pick up a new follower or someone'll favorite the series, so I know that somebody is reading it! Thanks for the review!

KupaKappa: Yes, I'm going to keep Power Levels through out the remainder of the story. At least, that's the decision for now. I'm also changing the amount we see later. Don't think about it too much, just because Freeza has a Power Level of 160,000 instead of 160,000,000 (this is just an example, we don't see Freeza this chapter) or whatever doesn't make him any less strong, it just means the number is smaller.

[Dragon Ball Chronicles]

Slowly, but steadily, Bulma placed her hand upon her friends shoulder. Red eyes and tear stained cheeks turned to face her. It hurt to know that she had let this happen, that she hadn't stepped in sooner. She sat down and wrapped an arm around her friend. What could she offer to help take her mind away from it…

"I'm not mad at him…"

Bulma blinked, the soft words were spoken so suddenly that she hardly caught them, she looked down at the sniveling body beside her.

"I'm mad that I let myself be treated that way...that I didn't stop him from doing it…"

Bulma wanted to snap. She didn't have all the pieces to this puzzle, she wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but she knew that blaming yourself wholly was never the solution. So forcefully turned her friend to face her. Their eyes locked, one barely holding back her pained cries, the other a look of indignant fury.

"Stop it. He's just as responsible. No, he's doubly responsible! You can't baby him, you can't shoulder the blame!" Bulma stated, the last thing she wanted was for her friend to relapse.

Karen dragged the but of her palm across her stained cheek. Smiling at her friend, "Yeah. You're right…" The two remained there, sat together silently as the minutes ticked by until finally Karen spoke again.

"Did you dye your hair?" Karen asked, staring wistfully into the long streaks of soft purple.

Bulma held back her chuckle, "No, I dyed my hair blue back at the beginning of summer, lavender is my natural hair color."

"Oh yeah?"

Bulma just nodded, the two returned to peaceful quite.

[Dragon Ball Chronicles]

Cold. It stuck to him like dried blood. It clung to him like fresh mud. It was bound to him, no matter how much he refused to acknowledge it in turn that refusal was returned to him. That hollow coldness. A never ending chill that was carried on some perpetual current. His felt his veins twitch, the comparatively boiling hot liquid rushing through the narrow tubes comprised of three layers. He felt the air reach his brain. His lungs expand and swell against his chest that refused to rise. His numb fingers grow warmer, his frigid lips thaw. The cold that had consume him was melting away, he doubted it was his blinding saiyan fury and wrath melting it...but for the life of him he couldn't recall anything else in the middle of a snow-capped mountain capable of doing such. He tried to clench his hand. Control the muscles, will them to move, to follow his commands. They did no such thing. He'd have groaned if he was capable of speech, instead he attempted to retreat. Withdraw into himself, whatever it was that was pushing away his frozen prison was slow going. He might as well get some training in.

When he blinked, the frosted over space of blackness was replaced by a never ending white scape with a massive golden door in the center. His onyx eyes looked around until he realized, there was no Oozaru around. He looked to his waist and found his tail hanging loosely by his side, he looked further within himself and found himself still able to draw upon his ki. He had control over his power, of that he was sure, but not having a massive ape version of yourself was definitely a foreign topic for him now. To go from having some form of companionship to none was jarring in a way he hoped to never have to re-experience. Yet here he was, away from all he'd built around himself, off on some unknown part of a planet he called 'camp' with the distants thoughts of being the last of his kind. He'd have spit if he wasn't within his own head.

He began walking toward the golden gate, it was warm, the matter of temperature had never been a conscious concern within this realm, but seeing as he'd very recently been stabbed to death and then died of hypothermia. It was a night to remember, Jao was a mildly worthy adversary, even if he'd have been less than an ant to him once upon a time.

"Still thinking about the past? I thought you grew out of that when you talked down yourself before?" A voice to similar to his own asked from behind him. He saw himself again. Clear as day, his old armour, his black compression suit, his black and blue gauntlets and boots, his red scouter. It was an image nearly forgotten.

"Suppose I did put it all behind me, forget it ever happened. Would that mean I never have to deal with you...myself...my 'old' self again?"

'Arlick' laughed, "Hell if I know, not sure what happens when a time witch messes with your soul. Maybe I'm a fragment that she just couldn't get rid of."

Arlick scoffed. It was a stupid thing to say, he was no fragment. He was himself at an earlier point in time, in another timeline of another dimension entirely. He was what he would become….

A gruff laugh came from 'Arlick' his shaking shoulders and over enthusiastic display too much for his current self, "The look on your face! What did you suck a lemon while I wasn't looking!?"

"Hmph, please. I simply recalled our place below that fool Arlow…" Arlick spat, mind be damned.

"Yeah, too bad we never got the chance to pay him back for all those years of forced servitude." 'Arlick' chucked.

"Pay him back? We could barely keep up with Kakarot...the one from before, let alone Arlow and his magic. If you ask me, I'm more than content to live out my days becoming a god in this realm away from tyrannical sorcerers."

'Arlick' nodded along before looking off into the distance. A smug look on his face, "It was a fun talk, but you're waking up."

Arlick nodded as he felt his feet drag, it was hardly ever pleasant falling out of his own head.

[Dragon Ball Chronicles]

Onyx eyes stared intensely at the wooden planks comprising the ceiling overhead. The room was mediocrely warm, the blanket upon his was scratchy, and the bed felt like lumps of straw covered with numerous furs. A barbaric set up he'd force upon those that he would one day enslave. But for the future lord, the GOD, of this mud ball to be reduced to such...accommodations, was a sickening display. He moved to sit up, but promptly fell back down and thrashed harshly, the burning at his side from his stab wound reminding him that mobility within the mind didn't equate movement in reality. His hand tightened around a smaller one that had already been in his own. It was agony incarnate, and as his fury grew so did his standing suffering. He hissed, the condensed breath hanging in the air for a second. His ears twitched at the sound of a metal tray being placed on wood, the smell of some earthy broth filled his nose.

"Ah, Mafura! I see our guest is awake." Spoke a high voice. Softer in pitch than any man's, but tougher than the average girls.

His head fell to the side, his hand was closed around that of a smaller girl he could hardly recall, his blurry vision from the night of his brush with death made it more than difficult to make out the faces of those he intended to threaten for help.

"Yeah, Nuru. Papa said he was gonna be asleep for a really long time, but it's only been a day!"

Arlick smirked. It had taken him a week to bounce back from his first fight with Jao. Now it had only taken a day, he was getting stronger, soon it would take herculean efforts of Kais and the likes to restrain him.

He sucked in the cold air and pulled himself up, both girls in the room gasped at the action, he could feel the stitching on his abdomen strain and the warmth of his blood push against the opening. He may not be fully healed, but on the path their he was. He looked to the platter with the broth. His stomach was empty, he'd not be getting far as was. He removed his hand from the girls and tugged off his blanket. A pair loose cotton trousers adorned his legs, his upper torso was wrapped in bandages. Deep purple splotches covered all his visible body.

"That broth, what is it." Arlick asked taking a wobbly stand.

Nuru seemed more than displeased with the tone, but complied with the hidden question, "It's a stew. Arctic hen, grilled leeks, stewed onions, assorted other ingredients. My aunt made it, we assumed you'd be hungry after a day of bed-rest."

She flinched as Arlick took to steaming bowl from the platter and brought it to his lips, both girls expected him to drop the boiling liquid and scream in pain, but were surprised, even pleasantly so, when he downed the bowls contents in several gulps. He rubbed the bit that escaped the sides of his mouth with the back of his palm before licking it clean. He extended the bowl to her.

"More."

She scoffed, snatching the bowl, and leaving the room. Arlick examined himself, Mafura watched in silenced as he flexed. He cracked his neck, his knuckles, and did a few test stretches. The stitching was poor. The bandages shoddy. And whoever thought adding ginger to chicken broth deserved his divine judgement, but all of that aside, these hill folk had done him a service. Even if a part of him thought it was rightly so, the unsuspecting masses aiding their future lord, but a part of his past came to him. His recent past. His time with Gohan. Sighing he exited the room and walked down the hall to a large living room that shared space with a dining table and a kitchen. A pale woman sat in a rocking chair stitching up his fighting gi. His cloak lay folded on the floor.

"Well i'll be. I didn't think you'd be getting up...well, at all actually. You had some real fight you huh?"

Arlick couldn't help the feral grin that spread across his face as he looked at the man, "You have no idea…"

A steaming bowl was shoved in his face. He gave the girl, Nuru, a sideyed glance before taking the steaming stew and gulping it down. He sighed in relief. That would sate him for now, but if he was really on his way to healing he couldn't remain bedridden until the wound was fully closed. He pointed an accusing finger at the man.

"You, have you fire-wood?"

The man blinked at the question before rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "Well, 'Spose we could use a bit more…"

Arlick didn't give anyone a chance to question him as he threw on his cloak and stepped out of the house, the snow was halfway up his calf, and still falling, those within the cottage came rushing out and calling after him.

He sneered at them as he raised a hand and delivered a horizontal chop to the thick pine he came up to. As it began to fall toward him, and by extension the now paralyzed humans behind him, he reached up and held the log above his head before lazily letting it fall to his side. He placed a finger near the center of the trunk and began to drag it as he walked from the base of the tree toward the top. When he reach the branches he lifted his finger and the whole tree split in half. He could feel the eyes of his spectators bulging at his display. He waited no more than a few seconds before stamping both halves of the tree with two fingers. They split into several perfectly cut logs.

As Arlick stepped back he rolled his shoulder, he could feel the blood draining from his face, and seeping through the bandages. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder, his spectators were still bug eyed. Good.

He turned to them, and Nuru gasped at seeing the blood soak through his bandages.

"I ask that this time the stitches be done right." was all Arlick offered before collapsing face first in the snow.

[Dragon Ball Chronicles]

A/N: Yes, I know his name is Tao, Arlick calls him Jao as a way to mock him, even after death.

POWER LEVELS

Arlick: 256 (150~ while injured)

Nuru: 33.9

Mafura: 2

Karen: 11.7

Bulma: 5.02

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