Don't Own Dbz, Only The Oc.
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"Speech"
"Speech through phones and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."
"Powerful Creatures Speaking"
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)
I lay a pizza down on the table as Towa slowly walks down from upstairs, then sit a bag of groceries down on the countertop.
She is practically glowing; she stretches her arms slightly and sits down on the other side of the table.
Her fingers brush the top of the pizza box and slowly draws it closer to herself.
I frown as I hear the front door click open quietly.
"So, I've always sort of wondered..." I slowly begin. "What do you do when I'm not here... being a prisoner seems a little boring."
She smiles. "Oh, well, I read sometimes, look through how-to videos on capsule net, see if any new movies have been released, watch saibamen fights, observe sparring videos-"
"Watch porn?" I suggest with a half lidded stare and a shrug.
Her smile flickers downwards for the briefest of moments, before returning.
"No, I do not."
"Oh. Well, that sort of what I thought you were doing all the time." I shrug.
"Why?" She blinks slowly, crinkling her nose.
"Eh, you seemed a little bit like a degenerate." I smirk.
Her eyes narrow slightly. "Just what do you mean by that?"
"You wore latex that had such a large hole in it you were practically walking around shirtless." I deadpan. "I mean, seriously, Towa? You looked like an actual porn star."
She flinches back as if I had struck her.
"H-"
She composes herself slightly.
"How would you know what a porn star looks like?" The woman scoffs, a purplish blush across her face and with a raised eyebrow, trying to turn my teasing back around on me. "Do you watch porn regularly when a woman is under the same roof as you? You dirty boy."
"You are making it sound like you'd personally like to ease my libido. Sort of fucking weird considering you are, what, several thousand years older than me?"
"I- Wh- N-No I didn't mean it like that!"
"I sort of think you did." I deadpan with a slightly smug expression.
"Y- Wh- You still haven't answered the question!" The woman snaps with a raging blush.
"Nah, I don't." I smile as I shake my head. "In my early life, after I potentially killed my family as an Oozaru- yeah, it's a bit blurry because of how long ago it was- I didn't actually have internet. Then I was kidnapped by the time patrol after a black saibamen with a gem on its head broke every bone in my body- HMMM sounds pretty fucking familiar- then the first time I ever even HEARD of sex was in the third year of the academy."
I cringe. "Where the teachers took us out and talked about sex ed. Ugh."
"After that, I spent my time training, hanging out with friends, more training, hell, I didn't even KNOW Conton even had a porn industry until recently."
"…"
"Huh." The woman blinks.
"Say... one hour ago?"
Towa's pupils shrink into tiny dots. "Oh? Is that... so?"
"Yeah, it honestly didn't even occur to me that Conton had something like that, but it makes sense in the grand scheme, so many races living together, people are bound to be curious."
I walk to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, taking a smug sip as I look at her.
"So here I was, right, fresh out of the time chamber where I had dozens of extremely strong copies beating the ever-loving shit out of me on repeat for about thirty hours, I was tired, it had been a long month, I hadn't slept for like sixty hours, I come out, remember I said I was going to grab you something to eat, but I couldn't remember what, so I decide to come ask you, AND WHAT DO I FIND! One horny demon bitch going to town on herself. Watching SAIYAN DOMINATION PORN On MY fucking wifi."
She falls backwards, chair thumping against the ground as she lets out a girlish squeal of embarrassment.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Chronoa herself walked in here and was all, 'Hey, I didn't know you where into that sort of stuff, Nion.'."
I turn as a short figure walks into the room.
"Hey, I didn't know you where into that sort of stuff, Nion." Chronoa grins with an impish smile.
"Oh, hey Chronoa." I deadpan as I look down to the writhing demon woman, Chronoa slowly walks beside me and looks down as well.
"Oh wow." The kai mutters. "I couldn't break her this badly even when I tried."
"I didn't take you for a sadist, Chronoa." I blink as I look to the kai.
She gives me a half-lidded stare. "Do you know how many issues this woman has caused me in the past couple thousand years or so? She made an EVIL GOKU! She stopped goku from smashing his head on rocks at the bottom of a cliff, yet beat the shit out of him to make it look like he did, we didn't even find out anything was wrong with the timeline until YEARS later when the little brat murdered Bulma and ATE the corpse."
I give her a slightly disgusted look.
"THAT'S MY THOUGHT EXACTLY!" The kai snaps as she glares down as the demoness flailing, trying desperately to either hide her face or spontaneously die.
I sigh and shake my heads. "What a filthy degenerate."
Chronoa frowns briefly. "Yeah..."
I look to Chronoa. "So, why are you here, Chronoa?"
She glances over. "I wished to invite you to the Conton World Martial Arts Tournament."
"Hm?" I hum. "Oh right, that's happening... eh, I don't know if I'll compete."
"What?! Why?!" The kai asks with wide eyes.
"Chronoa... I'm too strong..." I sigh as I scratch the back of my head with a sad smile. "Goku in his super saiyan four form can barely challenge my base form's full power if I remember correctly... there's just no fun in entering a tournament I know I am going to win. Fighting sixty something matches seems like a complete waste of time for not only myself but for whoever in the tournament, why sit through it when you know who's going to win? It's not even a problem for me as well, Goku will also probably be so far ahead of everyone else it wouldn't even be a challenge for him... he'll suppress himself, of course, and get some fun that way, but I can't suppress myself further than this."
"Are you sure you are going to win?" The kai asks with a small competitive gleam in her eye.
"Oh, absolutely." I nod. "Like, not even a chance that I don't. I still haven't reached half way into my bag of tricks."
The kai pouts slightly and crosses her arms looking at the floor.
She looks up suddenly, a small smile on her face.
"Tell you what... your words have gotten through to me... I'll set up a match for you... if you have fun, that's good, but if you don't... I'll find something else for you to do for fun."
I let out a low hum and scratch my chin, eventually shrugging. "Alright. I have no real reason to say no to that."
Towa peers over the top of the table, snatches the box of pizza, then rushes out of the room, trying desperately to get out of sight before she becomes the focus of our attention once more.
I smirk as I watch her leave. "I hope she likes Pineapple and Anchovies."
Chronoa's eyes widen. "Oh wow... you are evil."
"First off, she annoyed me today, secondly, are you really the one who should be saying that after bashing her face into the ground, using her as a chair, and whatever possibly psycho shit you have done to her in the past year or so?"
"Eh, she deserved it." The kai shrugs.
"You are such a sadist, you know that, right?" I ask.
"Mhm." The kai nods. "But she totally deserves it, so it's fine."
"I mean, sure, but according to Towa's capsule-net browser history, she's a massochist into power play and saiyans, so the collar thing, and the fact you made her stay here has probably just really turned her on."
I take another calm sip of my water as a pinkish red blush crosses the kai's face. "Well, that wasn't my intention... ugh what a freak."
"WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO THE PIZZA YOU SICK FUCK!" I hear Towa shout from somewhere else in the house.
I nearly choke as Chronoa brings a hand to her mouth and snorts.
I pound my chest to free some water from my lungs and wipe my mouth. "Oh, that was so worth the looks I got when I was ordering it."
She smiles and shakes her head as I scratch the back of my head, my grin falling briefly.
"What is it?" She asks, eyes wide with concern.
"Oh, y'know... just taking life in."
"Tell me what's wrong." She deadpans with a half-lidded expression.
"Say, Chronoa, you are ageless as well, right, how exactly does an ageless being... date? You've got to have some experience, right?"
"…"
"You've never dated a single person, have you?" I state with a half-lidded stare.
"…"
She robotically turns to me, sweat on her brow as she looks unnaturally pale.
"W-Well, this has been a pleasant chat, I look forwards to seeing you fight! Good day, Nion! I hope to see you again soon!"
She turns around and does what I could only describe as 'Swiftly fleeing while trying to fight off her embarrassment and loneliness demons.'
The front door slams behind her.
Two eyes peer around the doorframe behind me.
"You ruined pizza." The demoness hisses
"You ruined my mental image of you... twice." I state as I walk over to the fridge, seal up my bottle of water and place it inside.
I crack my neck and walk over the bag of groceries. "Don't worry about it. If you don't want to eat that abomination I gave you, I'll make you something."
"Ah, why didn't you say so!" The demon smiles as she sits down at the table behind me.
"You seem awfully cheerful for someone who was just revealed to masturbate to saiyans overpowering defenseless women when you live with a saiyan who is stronger than you and could very well do that to you." I scoff over my shoulder.
She flinches back as if I struck her again. "T-"
"S-"
She takes a moment to take a deep breath to compose herself and gives me a sultry smile. "What's it to you? Interested?"
"Oh is this how you are playing? Trying to play off your embarrassment like it was all part of your 'master plan'?" I ask.
"…" she doesn't respond.
"Yeah, I'm interested. What now, Towa? What's the next step of your master plan?" I ask.
Steam is practically puffing out of her ears as she stares down at the table with a brilliant purple blush.
"So, what do you want for dinner, Towa?" I mutter as I look back to the countertop and grab a knife.
"Uhh-" she stutters. "B-Burgers?"
"We're having chicken and rice." I declare.
"…"
"Why do you do that?!" She pouts as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Do what?" I ask.
"Why do you ask me what I want then immediately ignore what I say?!" She growls.
"Welllllll it all started about five years ago, when this blue demon woman had me fight her hulking blue friend in a two-piece suit, I apparently wasn't a big challenge for him, so the woman decided 'hey, let's break this little boy's bones!' And then they did without giving me a choice."
I slowly turn my head to give her a half-lidded stare. "Who knows, this might just be some mental trauma that I still haven't worked through."
"Are you ever going to... let me live that down?" Towa quietly whispers.
"No." I state in a dull tone.
Pov: Other, over the years since Nion's debut 1 day-7 years ago
Conton City.
Home to the time patrol.
The streets a bustling with activity, market stalls, shops, restaurants, people of assorted race and strength going about their daily lives, be it working at a small food stall, rushing to the Academy with friends, or flying towards the time machine docking station to take on missions.
It's life as it has always been... however there is something different... a new air surrounds the floating island
Conton is changing.
Since its creation, from the ruins of Toki Toki City- a misstep on the ruler's part to bring life to a building sized dragon statue when a paper weight could create a dragon which could blot out the sky- it has more or less remained the same.
People were uncreative.
They thought that every avenue was explored, that what they had was the best, but with a small spark, Conton had been kicked into a brilliant revolution of creativity and imagination.
A single tournament, no, a single person, changed absolutely everything.
A small boy raises his hand. "Teacher Teacher! How did that guy in the tournament push kaioken over twenty?"
The woman standing at the front of the room lets out a sigh and shakes her head. "I... don't know."
"He pushed it all the way up to sixty!" Another student grins. "That's stronger than super saiyan!"
"He even fought on par with a sixth year!" A third grins. "That's awesome!"
"He did." The woman in the front sighs. "Don't worry class, we will be-"
The door is kicked open as a blue haired woman with a blue martial artist's gi stands there, there is a capsule corp logo on the front and back of the gi.
"I'VE GOT IT!" She shouts.
The teacher blinks slowly. "Hm?"
"Kaioken times Thirty!"
A crimson aura explodes around her, causing the students to cheer.
The aura is erased, leaving nothing more than a red outline as the woman slowly walks towards the front of the class.
"Rebecca." the blue haired woman nods. "Do you mind if I take over for today?"
The other woman shrugs and sits down behind her desk. "Do what you want, Ascott."
The blue haired woman smirks and crosses her arms. "Today we will be learning about the super kaioken."
A wave of excitement explodes throughout the classroom.
"Now..." Ascott begins. "Forget everything we have ever taught you about kaioken."
The people throughout the room look confused.
"We've got to learn it from the ground up!"
Yes, with one small bump, Conton has changed... for the better!
"So, he's unlocked a new super saiyan form, right? That's pretty neat."
"Yeah, it's like... better than super saiyan three!"
The first saiyan lets out a low click. "Man, I wish I had that. It'd make patrols so much easier."
"Then go out and try to learn it you lazy shit!" The second growls.
"Where would I even start?!" The first asks with narrowed eyes.
"I don't know, why don't you just ask him?!"
"Cant" the first saiyan shrugs. "I was gonna, but Lady Chronoa stole him from the hospital."
"…"
"It probably has something to do with the kaioken."
"Ah." The second saiyan blinks.
A proverbial revolution has struck the city of Conton. 'perfected' techniques are being looked at with more scrutiny, new techniques are being created off the old, new transformations are being sought out. Everyone thought that most of the commonly used techniques were perfected. That no improvement could be made to them, that there were no new transformations out there, yet, one person proved them all wrong.
"Hey, what level of kaioken are you at now?" A teen asks the boy sitting beside him.
The other boy smirks. "Twenty five!"
"WH-" the first boy gasps, eyes wide. "How?!"
"I did a lot of training over the summer. Plus this new kaioken technique is a lot easier to use once you get into the groove of things and learn how to do it... I could probably push it all the way to thirty by the end of the month if I really wanted!" The second pridefully brags.
"Mn..." The first pouts. "I am still stuck at eighteen."
"If you think about it, people didn't even tend to get over a times ten in the academy until their third year or so... so for us first years to have over fifteen? We're awesome!"
"It's probably the technique." The first deadpans.
"The technique is awesome!
The level of strength in Conton was steadily rising over the years, everyone wanted to be stronger than their friends, but it was a slow growth... and those at the top where stagnating because... there was no real purpose to continue to grow strong... no challenges, no decent sparring partners, everything was growing, sure, but not at the pace it could have been.
"Yes! Grade Five Super Saiyan Four!" A man with red fur grins as he tosses out a few swift jabs. He personally has never felt this sort of power. And if he masters it he will grow even stronger?! To think that there was a way to further perfect the super saiyan transformations.
"Yo!" A girl waves as she swiftly approaches. "You did it?"
The man raises a hand and waves. "Yeah. I did."
"Awesome!" The girl grins. "Personally, I've nearly got Mystic kaioken down, soon I'll be able to kick your ass even in that form!"
Even without the spark, Conton would have changed, just perhaps not at this speed.
"A new timeline?! What the hell do you mean saiyan gods?!" A saiyan asks with raised eyebrows.
"I don't know, man. That's just what I heard." A namekian sighs as he takes a seat across from his friend. "This new timeline has gods and stuff; they all have strength about on par with super saiyan goku after his training with uub while staying in their base form... apparently even frieza came back and somehow managed to reach the level of gods in under a year."
"Bullshit!" The saiyan snarls. "That is SUCH bullshit! I train my ass off for years, not even getting within spitting distance goku and frieza does it in under a year?! What the hell is that?!"
"I know, right!" The namekian growls.
"Wait... wasn't there that one saiyan kid walking around without ki?" The saiyan asks
"Yep. That was a saiyan god." The Namekian nods.
"He didn't look like much..." The saiyan mutters.
"You do realize that was Nion, right?" The namekian asks.
"Wait... break kaioken and super saiyan wide open, Nion?! How the hell did he become a god?!"
"Who knows." The namekian shrugs. "Sort of fits, though, right? They say he rarely leaves the time nest and it is up in the air who is stronger out of him and Goku."
"Holy shit." The saiyan curses with wide eyes. "Wasn't he the weakest in his class not even six years ago?!"
"He's come a long way, huh?" The namekian grins. "I sort of want to see what it'd be like to fight him."
"You'd be obliterated." The saiyan scoffs.
"Well, yeah," the namekian snorts while rolling his eyes. "But I'd like to see how I hold up."
"You wouldn't."
"Pfft- you're probably right. But damn it, I'm going to try and grow strong enough to do that."
But considering that Conton was already in the process of shifting, it was much more welcoming to these massive changes.
"Golden form... hm... yes. I think I should be able to achieve it." A changeling mutters silently to himself as he looks to an image of a saiyan with blue hair locked in battle with a changeling's final form, yet the surface of its skin is a reflective gold and some deep burgundy here and there.
A smirk spreads across his face. "I knew something was looming out of my reach, but I never knew it would be so... bizarre... or perhaps... this is entirely different... like Super Saiyan to Oozaru."
If people looked in on conton, they would see that, perhaps all of these changes were in fact the result of certain saiyan.
"He's so cool and dreamy!" One girl grins, behind her is a massive poster of a beaten boy with a grin on his face, a red, black, and blue crackling aura surrounds him as he clenches a fist, he stands defiant against all challengers.
Nion's an idol for all of younger generation- much to his own annoyance-! He's the kid who stood up to people years his better and not only fought on par with them, but beat them into submission! He discovered new forms, new techniques, has bettered older techniques, and more!
People say he's even tougher than Goku now!
Pov: returned
I let out a quiet click as I rub my eyes and yawn.
That smug bitch Towa chose not to remind me about going to visit earth for a couple of days because 'oh, you see, I was so lost in the embarrassment that it seems to have slipped my mind! Oopsie!'
I roll my shoulders as I slowly walk around the large white circular platform, my arms behind my head.
The small green namekian doesn't seem to realize I am here.
"Oi." I call out, causing him to flinch and whirl around.
"Y-You?!"
"Me." I state with a bored expression. "Do you know where Goku and Vegeta are?"
"T-They are in the time chamber."
"I see... I'm gonna go beat them up until they discover how to use god ki." I state. "Uh... can you lead me there?"
"It's right this way." He turns and swiftly walks away.
"Thanks." I state as I follow along.
We come to a large double door.
"Hm." I hum as I slowly blink at the doorway.
I look back. "I'm going to go inside, now."
I open the door and strut inside.
Pov: Elsewhere.
Two demons slowly walk into a darkened room, lights from dozens of machines flicker dimly, casting beams of light through the floating dust.
"Hn." The teal-ish haired woman mutters as she looks around. "This is where Towa was conducting her experiments."
The other looks around slowly. He has pinkish skin, red eyes and red hair that goes to his chin, he wears a black hood with two rabbit-like ears on it, a white scarf, and a black overcoat with yellow markings.
All around them lay dead plant-like beings made of a mishmash of colors, blacks, blues, greens, even some yellows and oranges. They seem slightly shriveled, as if they were drained of all moisture.
"Well, she's not here. Let's get out of here." The hooded man states.
"Let's not be so swift, Salsa." The teal haired demon hums. "There's much to be learned here."
"Like what?" The man scoffs as he steps on one of the desiccated corpses. "How to be a failure?"
"Hn, you say that, but from the state of this place I have determined one thing... it doesn't look like Towa abandoned the Dark Empire." The demonic woman states.
"What do you mean by that, Putine?" The other demon frowns.
"From what I know of Towa... she's not the type to leave her lab in such a state. If she had truly run like a coward, then she would have at the very least taken some of her supplies with her."
Putine slowly walks around the room, stopping at a capsule corp computer and powering it on.
"From the looks of this, one day she left, and just didn't come back."
"That weakling died?" Salsa asks.
"Perhaps." Putine shrugs as the computer finally boots up, she wipes a hand across the screen, clearing the dust from it.
She scans the document on the computer.
"A saibamen... with a power level of eight billion?"
The teal haired woman slowly looks over to the large pods around the room. "Interesting... to think she managed to do something sort of impressive with such rudimentary supplies."
"Eight billion is nothing." The red-haired demon states. "Barely even a threat to cell."
"Yes, yes, but she also managed to develop a way for their intelligence to rise... her saibamen can learn. Which reasonably means that they can learn to be tactical... learn techniques."
Her eyes stray to other files.
"Hn?"
It's a rough sketch of a saiyan boy with short spikey hair in a martial artist gi.
Kaioken... beyond twenty?!
Her eyes slowly stray to the tubes.
Saibamen could theoretically learn kaioken... this boy can use kaioken up to a times sixty.
An endless army of easily replaceable, grow-able, super soldiers each with power far surpassing that of Super Buu... Of base form Goku after his seven years of training with Uub...
She likes the sound of that... and perhaps lord Mechikabura will as well.
It's simple... all she needs to do now is capture this boy, then their lord can bend his will to align with their goals... then all he needs to do is teach the saibamen how to do his special kaioken.
She supposes credit for all this work must reasonably fall to her.
After all, it's not like Towa is going to be giving it to Lord Mechikabura any time soon... considering that she is probably very dead.
If Towa was able to do all this with almost nothing, just imagine what SHE could do with resources.
Mayhaps she'll take a trip down to hell and rub it in that smug bitch's face.
Pov: Returned.
"Come on!" I growl as I duck in between two super saiyan fours.
"You've got to do better than that. Saiyan Spirit is legitimately required if you want to keep your world safe."
I whirl around and land a spin kick to the upper torso of Goku while I launch Vegeta back with a kiai wave to the face.
"With Saiyan Spirit mastered, you'll be able to bring Super Saiyan Four up to a point where it might even give Beerus brief pause."
The two saiyans lunge forwards again, but I stop their attacks by powering up, aura clinging to their outstretched limbs.
I launch them both away again with two kicks.
Vegeta's eyebrow twitches as his aura shifts, he lunges forwards, just a blur as his reddish fur turns more purple, I barely duck out of the way of his attack as he freezes, seemingly realizing that he can sense my power now.
"Congratulations, Vegeta... you now have something to be prideful about." I slowly state as the energy sphere in my hand slowly makes contact with his stomach, blasting him away.
He lets out a growl as he slowly gets to his feet, his body is surrounded by a greenish aura as several clones appear and heal him.
He wipes his mouth and glares down at his gloved hand. "This is it, hn?"
He is silent for a moment. "You. Boy. Power up. I need to see just how far I have to go."
"Fine." I scoff.
My aura shifts to a bright red and white, motes of light flicker around me as I cross my arms. "This is all you get."
His eyes narrow slightly at my power increase. "You are that powerful without super Saiyan?"
"Correct." I nod.
The man lets out a long sigh as he drops out of his super saiyan four form, his vibrant aura is replaced by a simple white one.
His hair glows as he ascends once more, but this time, not super saiyan four. Instead, he assumes base super saiyan... but instead of the normal gold, his hair is now blue.
He does a few jabs as Goku looks on, blinking slowly.
"This technique... is required." Vegeta eventually sighs. "I don't like it, but I doubt super saiyan four would ever reach this level of strength without it."
"It's sad, but true." I nod as I yawn into my hand and stretch, dropping from the ascended god form.
I roll my shoulders. "Well, because one of you figured it out, I'm actually no longer required here. I've gotten you both up to an acceptable level of strength."
I look between the super saiyan Vegeta and the super saiyan four Goku. "I feel I should say this... I'm impressed by how much you two have grown. Not even a few months ago, you were struggling with that Frieza guy, and now? Even without saiyan spirit you would be able to fight his golden form. With it, you'd be several times stronger than him... after this you can only go up. Further your mastery of super saiyan four, of saiyan spirit, eventually you'll reach a point where you might even be a challenge for myself or Beerus.
I tilt my head and let out a low hum. "If you keep improving as you have been, it's probably closer than you think."
"Well, I'm off, I'll see you two later... please protect your planet without me having to intervene."
Goku returns to his base form and gives me a thumbs up. "Eheh! You don't have to worry about that! We can handle it!"
"I hope so..." I state with a half-lidded stare.
I turn and walk out of the room of spirit and time.
HEY! It's been a while! This has been sitting at 3.5k for a while so I thought I'd go ahead and finish up this chapter.
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