Flame's Trash

by flameclawsxx

This is just a story where i put some of my Incomplete fanfictions, some will be ended with a 'This is just where i stopped writing', while some might have actual endings and i just never planned on posting, i hope you enjoy them. (Primarily Self Inserts, but there might be a couple Non Si/Ocs) (Please note that some of these are up for adoption so please ask if your interested!)

30. Chapter 30: Time Patrol SI

Don't Own Dbz, Only The Oc.

'thought'

"Speech"

"Speech through phones and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."

"Powerful Creatures Speaking"

(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)

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*THUMP*

I sharply inhale and sit up in my bed, someone had just pounded a wall somewhere around me.

I bring a hand to my sharply beating heart and let out a few deep breaths to calm the rapid thumping.

I glance around my boring apartment-slash-room.

It is incredibly small, there is barely a two foot gap in between my bed and the kitchen counter across from it.

At the foot of my bed is a wall that bends out from another wall, creating a cubby that my bed was slid snuggly into. Just past that the wall is a door, leading to my bathroom which amounts to nothing more than a toilet and a shower.

The kitchen counter covers the other half of the room, I have a sink, cupboards, a fridge that is much larger than it honestly should be- if I was normal- an oven, and a microwave. There's no air conditioning, and no places to sit aside from my bed.

I slowly stand up, a brown tail coiling around my waist as I let out a yawn, letting out a long groan as I look to the alarm clock sat on the counter.

At least today is a Saturday.

I roll my shoulders and look over to the fridge, a frown appears on my face as I sit back down on the bed and place my face in my hands.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself in the eerie silence. "Why do I even try?"

My name is Nion, I am fourteen, nearing fifteen, I am a Saiyan warrior, Descendant of Goku and Vegeta, yet in actuality I am barely Saiyan at all... there's only like three percent Saiyan in me! I go to a Time Patrol prep-school after I was taken from my timeline.

We are all training to be the next generation of time patrol, to protect the timeline from the forces of evil!

By evil I mean mostly Towa and red-haired demon guy who was banished to the 'SPOOKY REALM'.

But there's a small problem.

I don't belong here.

Not in the sense that I'm different- but I guess that's technically correct- what I meant is that I don't belong HERE! In a fucking cartoon!

I mean, an anime- but I digress.

One day I went to sleep, the next I woke up as a Saiyan...

Ugh. There are dozens of problems with my new life, the first is this shitty living space... I am deemed to have no talent... purely because I am the weakest in my class.

That brings me to my next problem.

No matter what I do... no matter what training I subject myself to... I just don't grow stronger...

I mean, sure, I gain small increases, fifty here, twenty there, maybe on a good day I'll reach two or three hundred, but overall? At the speed my classmates are growing? I might as well not even be growing at all.

And don't get me started on my Saiyan classmates... I am the only saiyan in our class... that isn't able to transform into some form of power boosted state... five of the others can already become fucking super saiyans! And one can even enter Broly's wrath state!

Even if I had Super Saiyan... it wouldn't make a difference.

I flop back and stare blankly up at the ceiling.

My power level is quite high...

In the saiyan saga.

The last time I checked it was thirty-four thousand five hundred.

I grab my scouter and point it at myself.

*Ping* *Ping* *Ping*

I turn it around and look at the numbers on the device.

34,543

To put this into perspective, the second weakest person in my class is nearly thrice as strong as me... and the strongest is a frost demon who surpasses fifty million.

I let out a long groan.

A weeks worth of training... all for forty-three power level.

My teachers think I am slacking off. My classmates make fun of me, my only friend has left me after he got just a bit stronger.

Is something wrong with me?

Why won't I get stronger?

Why me?

My own hand smashes into my jaw as I shake off the thoughts, I hop up from the bed with a hateful glare shot right at my barren wall.

I need to get training. I reach over and grab my gravity belt.

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Pov: Elsewhere

A green man narrows his eyes from atop a cliff as he stares down at a small spikey haired boy down below, a large capsule-corp belt around his waist as he continues doing pushups, his brown tail is wrapped around a dumbbell, sweat pours down his brow as he continues exercising.

He has been doing this for five hours.

No breaks. Only brief interludes to remain hydrated.

That belt is pushing forty five times earth's gravity down on him... and he is wearing weights... yet his power level isn't increasing at all.

The man has been watching this kid for nearly the entire week. Every day after he leaves the academy he comes here, works himself half to death, then goes back home.

Something is incredibly wrong with him... this makes no logical sense. He should have at the very least gained SOMETHING throughout his training.

He might not be that well versed in magic, but Kami's memories allow him to at least see when something magical at play...

And that isn't a problem here. No magical auras at all. No demonic auras.

It couldn't be dilution of his Saiyan blood... even pure humans would make considerable progress with what he's doing. He should be several times stronger than he is right now.

A purple haired man slowly walks up to him, he has blue eyes, wears a dark coat with a brown collar, he has baggy pants and simple brown boots. There is a sheathed sword upon his back.

"Piccolo." The sword wielding man nods to the Namekian.

"Trunks." The green man responds with a slow nod, eyes not moving from the boy.

"Is this him?" The purple haired man asks.

The Namekian silently nods.

The swordsman seems to observe the boy for a moment. "How long has he been doing this?"

"Five hours today, four throughout the week days."

The purple haired man's eyebrows raise. "What?!

The two men quickly disappear as the boy freezes mid-pushup and looks around slowly, they are actually hiding behind a rock several feet from the cliff's edge.

The men return to whispering.

"That makes no sense." Trunks mutters. "Even if he has only been doing this for a week, he still should have shown some form of increase."

"He hasn't been doing this for a week. I first sensed his power level over here a couple months ago. I didn't notice that it wasn't changing until recently." Piccolo states with a low growl.

"Doing this for months at a time? Without any increase in power?" Trunks asks. "That isn't normal."

"I thought the same." The Namekian slowly nods. "But he could have been out here even before that... I only sensed him a couple of months ago."

They both creep to the edge again, suppressing their powers to almost non-existent levels, they spy the boy down at the bottom of the chasm, his head in his hands.

"He's losing hope." Piccolo lowly growls.

---

Pov: returned

I sit, half way slumped over as I cradle my head in my hands.

'Why? Why can't I improve?!'

I fall back, staring blankly up at the sky as I allow my limbs to limply fall around me.

I slowly force myself up and slowly shuffle to my workout equipment and pick it up.

I let out a low hiss as I fall to a knee, I stare lifelessly down at the dumbbell in my hand and slowly put it into my bag.

I take off my belt and do the same.

After gathering my things, I wipe sweat from my cheeks.

No... those aren't tears...

I guess I'm going to fail another combat test Monday...

I walk home, trying my best to hide my scuffed hands, knuckles, shins, and aching muscles.

Eight years of training... and all I have managed is a meager five thousand increase to my power level.

I climb the stairs up to my shitty room and walk inside, trying my best to ignore the raw eggs smashed on the window, wall, and door.

I slam the door, locking it behind me, and toss my bag aside and fall face first onto my bed, I am unconscious before I even reach the pillow.

---

Aches spike through my body as I let out a weak groan.

You have achieved your training focus!

I let out a weak groan as I swipe my hands through the strange hovering text box-

I freeze, eyes snapping fully awake.

Yes... that is really there.

It's not some prank. There is no Ki on it.

Ultra Instinct has been unlocked.

'huh?'

Welcome to the Trainer System! The ability that allows you to convert your training directly into mastering or unlocking a skill within yourself.

Skills:

Oozaru Transformation: Level 1: 0.0%
You can transform into a massive gorilla like the rest of your race, while in this state your strength, power, and durability are multiplied by 10.
1: You cannot control yourself within your Oozaru state.

Ultra Instinct: Level 1: 0.0%
You have learned how move without thinking, this form typically manifests itself in one of two halves, either defense or offense.
1: You have a 5% chance to temporarily unlock one half of Ultra Instinct for a few moments when pushed to your very limits and facing a threatening opponent.

"Huh?!"

Wait... is this where all of my power level has been going?! Ultra instinct?! What?! I have a gamer system?! Is this a dream?!

I pinch my cheek and wince.

'No, it's not a dream. Ow.'

Please select a training focus! Whenever you train, this training focus will be increased instead of your base power level. This may also be used to unlock techniques you do not know how to do yet.

Your skills increase slowly as you gain more and more 'power level' you sacrifice, but they grow considerably more when you train while using the skill or ability!

Note: you may also choose to have no training focus at all, in this case you will simply grow your power level instead of increasing your mastery over abilities.

'wait... is this-'

'Kaioken.'

Kaioken Unlock Progress: 0%

"…"

I gain a devious grin. 'Look out world. This little bastard's about to take you by storm.'

---

Pov: elsewhere.

The same green man stares down into the ravine once more, the kid is back, and he has regained his fire.

A yellow orb rockets towards him but he bats it away with a kick.

He flips through the air within forty times gravity, throwing dozens of punches as the yellow orb of Ki flies wide and slowly curves around, once more rocketing towards the boy.

He deflects it skywards and shoots a second.

He hurls more punches, his wrists weighted with roughly thirty pounds, meaning he is punching with more than half a ton of weight on each arm along with the weight of his body.

He twists out of the way of one of the Ki blasts and slaps the other away as he lashes out with more punches.

A pink woman crouches at the edge of the cliff, She has coal black eyes which are narrowed in annoyance, and orange potara earrings on her ears.

She wears a purple and yellow kai robe and a skin tight black jumpsuit covering her chest, she has long baggy pants and wears white high-heel boots.

A certain purple haired saiyan had spoken to the elder kai about a boy with a static power level, annnd well, maybe he should have checked to see if the Supreme Kai of time was in earshot. She is incredibly bored. She is bored and looking for interesting stuff. How dare trunks not inform her of this!

She scratches her chin as she watches the boy backflip over a blast and shoot a second blast to intercept the next, blowing it up in a smokey explosion.

"It really isn't rising..." She mutters slowly.

He punches through the remaining ki blast with another explosion, the boy stands there, seemingly lost in thought for a moment as he enters a ki-charging stance.

The two figure's superior hearing pick up what he says.

"Kaioken!"

Their eyes widen.

A brilliant red aura surrounds him, crackling wildly for a few seconds before fading as the boy falls to a knee, a satisfied grin on his face.

Saiyans aren't taught the Kaioken technique... it isn't sustainable for them, so it is typically taught to Majiins, Namekians, and Humans, maybe the stray frost devil here and there, but never Saiyans... it doesn't exactly play nice with Super Saiyan so they are just told to skip it and focus on unlocking the legendary transformation.

That was a textbook newly learned kaioken attempt... that means that he learned it from merely watching his classmates... or he just figured it out on his own.

He stands up again, entering the stance again.

"He is going to kill himself." The kai whispers in horror.

"Five percent! Kaioken!" He calls out.

A flickering red light surrounds him as he does a single leap, it is barely even an aura.

He does dozens of swift punches to the air around him. He lands as the light flickers out, but this time he doesn't fall to his knees, he stands proud with a grin on his face.

"I wasn't aware Kaioken could be used like that..." The kai mutters, mostly to herself.

Piccolo wasn't aware either.

"Fifty Percent! Kaioken!"

A small aura surrounds the boy as he holds out his hand and creates a large orb of ki.

His knees weaken for a moment as the aura fades, leaving a ki sphere as large as his upper torso.

He gives it a shove and the two spectators of the unknowing boy watch as the orb curves back around and soars right back towards the boy.

"Five percent!"

He barely deflects the ki blast away from himself, he grins as he turns around, the Ki ball slowly curves in the air and rockets for him again.

"Ten Percent!"

He kicks the orb aside, his knee faltering slightly.

His eyes suddenly narrow.

"Kaioken!"

The brilliant red aura appears around him as he lunges forwards as the orb curves for him once more, he smacks the orb skywards and shoots a beam that detonates it.

He falls to his hands and knees, shakily reaching a hand to turn off his gravity belt.

He lets out a sigh of relief and rolls onto his back, staring up into the sky with a smirk.

His power still refuses to rise to what it should.

---

Pov: returned

Mayhaps I overdid it on the kaioken.

I roll my shoulders and wince slightly.

It was all worth it, however.

Kaioken: level 11: 55.5%
The kaioken, a technique developed by the North Kai to double the user's power, yet he could never master it. Goku got considerably closer, drawing out more power from the divine technique, yet who knows if he truly reached the Kaioken's full potential.
1: you may perform the Kaioken technique, your maximum 'Safe' level for the Kaioken is x5
5: The strain of the kaioken within your 'Safe' levels is 20% less.
10: Your Kaioken lasts 20% longer before you are hit by the backlash.

I sit in the chair, a tall frost demon standing at the front of the class, he has a simple pen and is using to write on the blackboard.

Tournament brackets.

Thank god he decided to have a ascending line of weak to strong, that means I am first fighting the second weakest- my used to be friend- and should I win, I proceed to the next bracket where I will fight the thirtieth or the twenty nineth strongest.

I glance over slowly to the short namekian sitting across the classroom, he doesn't even notice as I look back to the board.

"Alright, Children." The frieza race teacher slowly begins as he turns around. "Nion, Tar, you are the first match in the tournament."

I hear several people quietly snicker, there is some goading here and there about how boring this'll be.

I step into the arena, followed shortly by the bluish-green skinned namekian who smirks visciously at me.

An orb of ki surrounds us via our professor.

This is the last class of today, and a special part of it is...

Those who lose first can leave.

"Begin!" The teacher calls out.

"I give up." I deadpan before my opponent can even move.

"…"

"What?" Our teacher slowly asks.

"I can't beat him. There's no point in trying." I shrug. "I'm going to go train."

I hop off the raised platform and grab my bag, then simply walk out the door.

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Pov: elsewhere

The orange-ish haired supreme kai silently frowns down at a boy dodging in between ki blasts.

There are five ki blasts in total, he winces, his body apparently aching.

The fact he has lasted this long is astounding, he had gone up to a kaioken times three when he made those spheres... jumping from being able to barely use kaioken in its most basic form to pulling off a times three in one day. That is astounding growth.

Now if only they could figure out what is wrong with his power level.

"Five Percent." The boy whispers as he does a single back handspring to avoid a ki blast that smashes into the ground, creating a large explosion of force as it dissipates.

his eyes widen at the next four, each considerably closer than he expected... his knee briefly gives out as then inch closer and closer.

The Kai raises a hand, preparing to intervene, but then something... strange... happens

a white outline surrounds him as he turns to the side, avoiding the first, taking pressure off his weakened leg entirely, his hand suddenly lashes out with incredible speed, batting the next Ki sphere aside as he ducks under the third, he flicks the hand he used to deflect the second orb upwards, deflecting the final ki sphere into the sky, it seems to spark as arcs around slowly it hovers in between the first and third ki blast as it begins to curve around, it suddenly detonates rushing over the other two with a loud explosion, wiping them all out.

The ki blast deflected to the side smashes into the ground a short distance away and explodes.

The boy falls back, seemingly unconscious.

'Was that-' the kai silently wonders, eyes wide. 'no... it couldn't be... could it? But that's impossible! His body wouldn't be able to handle it!'

She watches the boy snap awake a few seconds later and look around, he then turns and limps off after gathering his things.

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Pov: Elsewhere, weeks later.

"Yo Piccolo! so this is where you have been!" An orange gi-wearing man with ridiculous hair asks as he looks down into a ravine, he puts a hand over his eyes to shield them from the artificial sun. "What'cha lookin' at?"

The green man refuses to even acknowledge that the Saiyan said anything at all.

"Hooooh?" He asks as he looks down into the crevasse, a boy, roughly fourteen lays in the dirt, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, his skin is tinted red as his tail lazily flicks back and forth. "What's so interesting about this?"

"He's using the kaioken, Goku." Piccolo deadpans.

Goku turns to the green man and tilts his head. "What? Then why isn't he turning it off?"

"He has been using it for the last two hours, thirty minutes of that was spent with him asleep."

The saiyan's eyes widen minutely as he looks back to the boy.

"The main problem we have is that... throughout his rigorous training he hasn't even grown ten percent stronger."

The Saiyan cups his chin. "The kaioken shouldn't be used like that... it's dangerous."

"He has been perfectly fine so far." The namekian responds. "He has only been using it for a month, but we think he has mastered it to a point far beyond what you managed."

The Saiyan blinks slowly and looks down, scratching his chin. "You think? Why not just ask him?"

"It's probably for the best if we remain hands off, the time patrol won't always have us around to handhold the new generatio-" the Namekian notices that the Saiyan is no longer standing up on the cliff beside him.

"Yo!"

"Damn it Goku." The Namekian growls lowly.

---

My eyes slowly crack open as I stare up at the clear sky.

I sit up slowly and let out a groan. "Well. That's enough resting."

One month since I have gotten these powers.

One month of primarily kaioken training and zenkais from my broken body funneled right into my Kaioken.

And I have reached the end of Kaioken...

Kaioken: level 40: Mastered
The kaioken, a technique developed by the North Kai to double the user's power, yet he could never master it. Goku got considerably closer, drawing out more power from the divine technique, yet who knows if he truly reached the Kaioken's full potential.
1: you may perform the Kaioken technique, your maximum 'Safe' level for the Kaioken is x20 (Maintainable Kaioken: x5)
5: The strain of the kaioken within your 'Safe' levels is 20% less.
10: Your Kaioken lasts 20% longer before you are hit by the backlash.
15: your Kaioken counts as if you had called out a number 1 higher no matter the output you call out without the strain or backlash increasing at all.
20: The strain of the Kaioken within your 'Safe' levels is a further 40% less.
25: Your Kaioken lasts another 40% longer before you are hit by the backlash.
30: You may maintain any Kaioken under a x2 with no strain to yourself at all.
35: The level of Kaioken you may 'maintain' is equal to 1/4 of your maximum 'safe' multiplier.
40: You have reached the maximum 'Safe' level of the Kaioken, but you feel as if it is incomplete... with a little Tinkering you have unlocked a new variant of Kaioken, one which has never been seen before.

Kaioken apparently cannot exceed twenty. In its current form, that is.

That's why I evolved it.

And I even got to name the new form!

I pull out a tube from my bag and grimace down at it.

"Flavorless Sustenance Paste!" *Has all the nutrients a growing Saiyan needs, guaranteed*

The only thing I can afford due to my status as a failure and my dietary needs.

I put my lips around the nozzle and squeeze it into my mouth, sort of like I was eating a tube of toothpaste.

At least toothpaste would taste like something...

Even now I am sitting in a calm Kaioken times five.

Well, technically it functions like a times six due to that one perk, but eh. Who cares, really? An extra thirty-five thousand doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.

I look to my new skill

DxD Kaioken: Level 5: 2.4%
The kaioken technique is inherently flawed, you have developed a new variant that allows you maximize the multiplier whilist minimizing the strain upon your body. The way this kaioken differs from the normal Kaioken is that it doubles the multiplier it places upon your body for every number instead of simply adding one. It also reduces the strain from what it would normally be in the base kaioken. A kaioken x32 would be unsustainable and extremely dangerous to its user, yet a x5 DxD Kaioken would be much easier to use. This will allow you to push far beyond the normal x20 limit of kaioken
1: you may use the most basic form of DxD Kaioken, however, due to your mastery of basic kaioken your starting level of DxD Kaioken is much higher, you may even maintain certain levels of DxD Kaioken without any strain! your maximum 'Safe' level for the Kaioken is x5, (Maintainable DxD Kaioken: x2).
5: DxD Kaioken is a lot less straining than the regular kaioken, even still you have managed to reduce it even further. DxD Kaioken now strains you 20% less.

I watch the number sit static, not increasing at all.

Hn. It looks like I'll need to actually use it or do something strenuous to increase its skill level.

I had named it 'DxD Kaioken' because what it does sort of reminds me of what the boosted gear does in Dxd... multiplying by two with every number should allow this to reach super saiyan three level incredibly easy. Hell, even as it is right now, it around eighty percent as powerful as base super Saiyan.

I slowly stand up.

"Yo!"

I flinch, my power spiking and my kaioken becoming visible as it crackles around me and lashes out to the dirt beneath my feet.

'who the fuck- why didn't I sense th-'

I slowly and robotically turn around as I force the aura to dissipate once more.

Son MOTHERFUCKING Goku is stood a mere thirty feet away from me as he flashes a smile and gives me a wave.

"H-Hello." I weakly mutter out. "C-Can I help you? I-is this your normal training spot? I-I can leave if you want-"

He waves his hands in front of himself. "No no no! That's not it at all! I was just curious. That's kaioken, right?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Isn't it dangerous to keep it active like that?" He asks with a perturbed expression as he scratches his cheek in confusion.

"Well... normally it is, but in class I read about how you and Gohan mastered super saiyan. Pushing the multiplier higher and higher isn't sustainable. After twenty the kaioken really starts to hurt, so I went the other way, I tried mastering it like you did to Super saiyan... at first I could barely hold it at all, but now I'm all the way up to five... yet I hit another wall."

"Cool!" He states as he brings a hand to his temple preparing for his classic instant transmission. "I always knew I never use Kaioken to its full potential! Anyways, see ya!"

"Wait!" I call out.

He pauses and looks over. "Yeah?"

"Uh... would you care to take a look at a technique I made and tell me what you think?"

"Sure" he shrugs.

"O-Okay." I quietly whisper as I drop out of Kaioken. "The regular kaioken wasn't improving any more so I decided to change it up a little... DxD Kaioken times five!"

There is a rush of air around me as a wave of dust is sent outwards.

An unstable looking aura of power surrounds me, it looks as if two colors are fighting over the form, orange and red respectively.

After about five second the kaioken drops, causing me to let out a tired pant of exhaustion. "S-So. What did you think?"

"Hooh?" He hums. "It's got some power... better than a times twenty kaioken, right? It's got some potential. But why go through all this effort when you could just go Super Saiyan."

"I can't... go Super Saiyan."

"Oh."

There is an awkward tension after that, but he eventually breaks it. "What does DxD mean anyways?"

"Uh... it's a simplification of what the technique does... DxD or Double Times Double... the technique doubles your power for every number you call out."

"Oooooh." He states as he scratches the back of his head. "Eheheh, I'm not too good with math, but I bet you can make it work! See ya!"

He gives me a wave then teleports away with instant transmission.

I'd say it's about time to increase my power level... the end of the year Academy Tournament is almost upon us.

---

"Well, students, it's that time again, you know the rules, the top twelve are allowed entrance to the multi-age tournament. The entire population of Conton City will be seeing your bouts, it is a chance for heroes- or villains- of time to scout you out. This is a big chance for all of you. I will not be allowing you to forfeit before your match begins, so you I hope you have prepared yourself enough." Our teacher announces, my classmates snicker at that last bit as it seems to have been aimed solely at me.

I quickly scan my opponent with the scouter held loosely within my hand.

89,425

"Nion, Tar, you're up." He continues.

I let out a sigh as I stand up, stepping into the arena with a bored expression.

"You can't run away this time." 'Tar smirks.

Some of the class cheer, excited that I'm apparently about to get my ass kicked.

"I don't get how you can be arrogant with such a small power level, but alright." I shrug with a small yawn, causing the class to silence for a moment before a couple people burst out laughing.

"Like you are one to talk." He growls, eyebrows twitching is poorly hidden rage.

"Yes, I'm not." I agree with a small nod. "That's why I'm not being all cocky."

"Begin."

He blurs forwards, clearing the distance in between us in mere millisecond, fist cocked back, an angry snarl on his face.

He disappears again and reappears behind me, hand flying towards the back of my head.

Some of the class cheer, I can assume they also saw his little flash step.

I tilt my head out of the way and smash my elbow into his nose. "I just know what I'm capable of."

The cheering stops abruptly

Purple blood seeps from his nose as he is launched backwards.

"I hope you liked beating on a cripple for the past year or two... now that my power defect is gone... I refuse to stay at the bottom."

He bounces off the barrier and slowly falls to the ground, I stand there with my hands in my pockets, frown on my face.

"I can feel your power circulating, you know... stop playing dead and just give up." I deadpan.

His head snaps up.

"BWAAH!"

A laser is shot from his mouth, but I hold up a hand and counter it with a beam of my own, the two lasers clash, ruffling my hair as my beam is slowly pushed backwards.

"Hn." I hum as I push more power into the beam, the clashing lasers shoot back at the boy at rapid speeds.

*BOOM*

A large plume of dust covers half of the arena.

"…" I lower my body eight centimeters, ducking a kick towards the back of my head.

I twist around and smash a ki blast into his stomach, he smashes into the barrier and falls to the ground weakly struggling to get to his hands and knees.

"Nion wins."

I turn and walk out of the arena, sitting back in my desk with a bored expression, watching as our teacher reaches down and touches Tar, then instant transmissions away, he reappears a moment later.

"Nion, would you like to select another opponent?"

I blink slowly. "What?"

"When you win, you can choose to fight until you win, of course you wouldn't know that!" A nearby teen snorts, a teen that looks suspiciously like Android seventeen.

"Oh. Cool. Nah, I'm done for the day."

I grab my things and make for the door.

"May I challenge him, sensei?" Someone asks with a raised hand.

I look over to see a brown-haired human girl raise a hand, she has a smile that seems to sharp to be friendly and is currently glaring at the side of my head like a shark.

Our frost demon teacher slowly looks over. "Do you accept?"

"Sure." I shrug glancing down at my scouter. "Why not?"

We both disappear and reappear in the arena; she rolls her shoulders and lets out a cheerful laughter. "Let's have a good fight, alright?"

We both know she means 'I'm going to beat the shit out of you because I am a sadist'.

A barrier springs to life around us.

"Begin." Our teacher states.

Instantly she raises a hand an shoots a ki beam from her finger aimed for my leg.

I step around it, she suddenly appears in front of me, fist cocked back.

I block the attack by crossing both arms, the punch sends me skidding backwards as she lets out a giggle, suddenly appearing to my left.

I adapt to her speed quickly, she isn't all that much stronger than me, which allows me to land a punch to her stomach as her punch narrowly misses me, scratching my cheek as it goes past my face.

She does a back hand spring and brings a hand to her stomach, eyes narrowing in fury.

"Kaioken." She states, clearing the gap in between us in an instant as a red aura flares around her.

The kaioken is why she is so high ranked despite having the fourth lowest power level in the class.

I tap into one percent kaioken, due to my broken perk it is technically a kaioken times one, yet without any of the colorful auras.

I frown as her fists smash into my blocking forearms.

This is starting to sting just a little... the gap between us only grew.

"Times two!" She calls out as she twirls through the air, the aura around her intensifying as a foot smashes into my cheek and sends me flying.

I kick the ground and use it to flip myself to my feet.

Blood drips from my lip as she appears in front of me fist cocked back.

I twist around the first punch and try to uppercut her, but she leans back, narrowly avoiding the counter as a knee smashes into my chest.

I wrap an arm around her knee and smash her spine into the tiled floor, she lets out a grunt but lifts a hand to my face and shoots a point blank ki blast.

My hand smashes into her wrist sending the shot wide, my grip loosens and she disappears, reappearing behind me.

I whirl around and launch a punch, her eyes briefly widening as our hands smash into each other creating a thunderclap.

"I've spent all my life fighting people stronger than me, you know. If you don't start taking me serious I'll start making a comeback." I state as her hand struggles against my own.

She shoots a small ki orb from her fingertip at my eyes, but I twist around it, grabbing her wrist and hurling her through the air.

"If you are taking me seriously... well, that's just sad. You can only manage a times two kaioken? Ugh." I roll my eyes.

"It's not simple!" She snaps, eyebrow twitching as the aura fades.

I give her a half-lidded stare. "I have figured it out in the past minute of our fight."

I take a ki charging stance, my hair is ruffled upwards as a white see-through ki aura surrounds me.

"Kaioken!"

*FLASH*

A brilliant red aura surrounds me as the girl freezes in place, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Times Two!" I call out snapping her out of her daze, the glow intensifies as I blur across the gap.

"Kaioken Times Three!" She calls out, meeting me head on.

Our fists clash, merely blurs, she lands quite a few fleeting blows on my face and chest.

"three... and a half." I slowly mutter.

I blur behind her, she barely has time to turn as my fist smashes into her side, she is launched across the arena, but I blur to the other side and catch her face, bleeding off her momentum I smash her head into the arena.

Both of our kaioken auras fade as I stand up, my fingers twitching as I give my hands a small grimace. 'Faking injuries is hard.'

She is completely unconscious as I stand up and walk away.

"Nion wins." Our teacher slowly mutters.

"That's my last fight." I announce as I grab my bag again and exit the door.

---

Pov Elsewhere.

A pink skinned kai with reddish hair is doing her normal rounds of the time nest.

"So his power has started to increase... plus he has that new kaioken variant."

"Hm." The old man hums. "So, I won't need to do the potential unlocking dance on him? Ah well."

Her ears twitch briefly as she continues walking.

She pauses mid step as she comprehends just what her purple haired assistant just said to the old kai.

She whirls around practically teleporting to the time traveling swordsman. "What did you just say?!"

"U-Uh-" The purple haired saiyan begins. "The boy's power level increased and he showed a variant of kaioken far strong than the original?"

The kai's eyes practically gleam as she turns and rushes off.

---

Pov: returned.

I punch and kick, my skin tinted red as I continue to dodge past orbs of ki here and there.

I whirl around and slap away a ki blast with narrowed eyes as I snarl. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Standing before me is a boy with black hair, a black headband tied around his forehead, a frown on his face as he glares at me.

Another one of my classmates, a human.

I cross my arms in front of my chest, and return his glare. "What do you want, Kura."

"To break your limbs." He snarls as a white aura springs to life around him.

"Hn. I don't recall doing anything to you." I lowly hum.

"YOU HURT MY GIRLFRIEND!" He roars.

"Ah. I see. She's a total sadistic bitch by the way." I shrug.

"RAGH!" He roars as he blast forwards. "KAIOKEN TIMES FIVE!"

"DxD times four." I reply as a seemingly regular kaioken aura flows around me.

He reappears before me hand cocked back, I bring up a hand and chop the side of the punch causing it to harmlessly pass by me.

He folds around my fist as I gut punch him, spittle flies from his mouth.

"I took it easy on your damned girlfriend despite the fact she tried to physically harm me because she thought it was funny or something. Get out of my sight you pathetic disgrace or I will break your legs and you'll have to crawl back to Conton City."

He staggers backwards clutching his stomach, his eyes narrowing in rage.

"HRAAAGH!" He roars as his aura intensifies. "TIMES TEN!"

He cups his hands in front of him and unleashes a titanic ki wave. He is... actually trying to kill me with this.

"Times six." I lowly growl as a full orange aura surrounds me.

I easily side step the wave and fly down it, I stop behind him, apparently he didn't even see me move because he continues shouting. "TIMES ELEVEN!"

The beam grows.

I charge a ki sphere in my hand and smash it into his side.

It explodes sending him flying, he flips through the air, eventually crumpling to the ground, shirt blown up, side badly burned.

The hairs on the back of my neck raise.

I duck, barely avoiding a sharpened ki disk that cleaves through dozens of rocks before dissipating.

My eyebrow twitches. 'are you fucking kidding me?! His brother is here as well?!'

I whirl around and cross my arms, just barely blocking a punch from another black-haired teen, his hair is styled slightly different, a lot spikier than the first's, a red bandana is tied around his mouth as his eyes narrow with rage.

The bones in my arms creak under the force of the attack, he has already ascended to times twenty as well?!

I cannot last much longer with times six.

Are you kidding me?!

He is legitimately trying to kill me.

I barely hop away from a roundhouse kick that swipes through the space my stomach was in moments before.

I arch my body to the left, barely bending out of the way of a death beam headed for my throat.

A spinning disk of energy appears in his hand as he lunges forwards.

I barely hop away as a gash appears in my shirt.

A ki blade appears around my hand, it is short, wide, and not very pointed, but it works.

He swings his own blade for my neck as stab my fist towards his stomach.

"Times Seven." I whisper.

The crackling orange aura intensifies as my arm comes up, his wrist clashing with my forearm.

His eyes widen as my own blade inches closer and closer to his stomach.

We both freeze, our limbs shaking in exertion... but neither of us can move.

"What the heck is going on here?!" A female voice snarls.

My kaioken drops as my own ki blade dissipates, blood spews from my mouth as I fall backwards, the force drops me as it sees that I am no longer resisting.

I land roughly on the ground with a wheeze.

"M-Mistress Chronoa?!" The boy who just tried to murder me gasps.

My muscles twitch. 'fuuuuuck going beyond your limits with DxD Kaioken is WAAAAAY worse than regular kaioken. It's like pulling out a times twenty when your maximum is times ten! Shit! Aaaagh! Even a times twenty one didn't hurt this bad!'

"I-I- w-well." The boy stutters. "Me and my brother were training out here and then this guy attacked us for no reason!"

"Is that so..." The Kai quietly mutters. "He attacked you both for no reason hmm? Did you perhaps provoke him in any way?"

"No! We didn't!"

'oh, you little fucking shit.'

"So, he attacked the two of you at once... while both of you are more powerful than him... for no reason at all?" The supreme kai slowly sates with a half-lidded expression.

"He can the kaioken!" The boy protests.

"So can you." The kai points out with a frown.

"…"

"I also was here the entire time." The kai slowly states. "To think you would lie to me in my very city."

The boy flinches back, eyes wide. "I-I-I"

"Grab your friend and leave. I am very disappointed in you." The Kai glowers with narrowed eyes.

The boy flinches back and looks down at the ground.

She watches the boy quickly walk over to his brother and pick him up, wrapping on of his arms around his shoulders and floating off into the sky.

"No Flying!" Chronoa snaps at the two causing them to freeze in the air and slowly fall to the ground before scampering off.

She slowly turns to look back at me a sad smile on her face. "I am sorry you had to deal with that on your own... at Conton we may have time patrol members of many alignments, but attacking others within the city is banned for a reason, even more so by doing it with the intent to kill."

I cough, blood spewing from my lips.

"Do not worry, though... you were only acting in self-defense. I will not fault you for that."

'Lady I'm fucking DYING over here!'

"I promise you that they will not escape with no punishment."

"Dy-"

"E-Excuse me?" She blinks.

"Dying" I sputter out, more blood seeping past my lips.

Her eyes widen as she covers her lips. "OH my gosh! I am so sorry; I'll heal you right away!"

She quickly steps over and holds her hands down towards me, a warm green light exploding from her hands and seeping into my body, my internal injuries begin to rapidly heal.

'put my training mastery as Ultra Instinct.'

I let out a small sigh of relief, slowly sitting up after I am fully healed.

I bow my head. "Thank you, Lady Chronoa."

She points at me. "Stop it! None of that!"

I blink slowly.

"Just call me Chronoa." She commands.

I nod my head absentmindedly. "You are normally not out of the Time Nest, but to be this far away? is there something you needed from me?"

"Actually... yeah." She nods. "Can you please show me that kaioken technique you just used?"

"The DxD Kaioken?"

"Yes. It is a new variant that has never been seen before in any timeline... also it gets a little... boring... watching scrolls for decades on end... so anything new is fun!"

She gives me an impish smile and a peace sign.

"Alright." I slowly nod as I stand up.

I hop away from her and land a short distance away.

"As you know the normal kaioken is unsustainable past twenty, I tried by hardest to push it, but honestly I couldn't even manage a twenty-one times multiplier. This means it would be far outclassed by even super saiyan one... but I noticed something... nobody has tried to master it like the super saiyan technique. I tried that out, and after a little trial and error I managed to keep a percentage of a kaioken times one active at all times... next came a simple times one, a times two, all the way up to times five where I hit a wall!"

I flare my ki watching as the kai looks on with interest, cupping her chin as her eyes sparkle. "Nobody has thought of mastering kaioken like that!"

"The first change I found started with Kaioken... I changed it from a simple multiplier to addition... now my kaioken simply adds my own power to itself a number of times equal to the number I call out... that makes a simple kaioken times one, a times two multiplier, a times five, a times six, and a times twenty a times twenty-one... that was as far as I managed to push the technique before I realized it wasn't working... so I changed how it functions entirely. Creating a new technique based on the first."

"DxD stands for Double times Double... which is what the technique does instead of a simple multiplier."

"DxD Kaioken times five!"

A brilliant red and orange aura springs to life around me, the power flickers out wildly as I continue charging it.

After a few moments I drop the technique. "The times five allows me to double my power level five times, granting myself a multiplier of times thirty-two, far surpassing the basic kaioken... a time six would place me at a multiplier of sixty-four, the times seven would place me at a multiplier of one hundred and twenty-eight."

She does a small cheerful clap. "Good job! I knew you would do something extraordinary!"

I scratch the back of my head meekly. "There is a downside though... with the normal kaioken, if you are able to withstand a times five, you could pull off a times six with no real consequences beyond an aching body... with the DxD kaioken, if you do that past level four or five you could kill yourself. The strain is a lot less than a regular kaioken, but if you really think about it, at times seven you are still pulling off a kaioken times one hundred. Even if the strain is half that, you would still easily kill yourself... which you uh... sort of saw."

"Even the knowledge that lower forms of kaioken could be mastered would revolutionize the time patrol!" The Kai grins, eyes sparkling. "Then you bring out TWO kaioken variants?!"

"Uh, thanks..."

"Would you mind teaching this to others within the time patrol?" She slowly asks.

"Sure." I shrug. "I don't mind."

She frowns and cups her chin. "This seems like I am taking advantage of you..."

She glances up. "Your power level was suppressed for so long, you even confounded us Kais quite a bit... but it looks like you are finally growing. For your contributions to the time patrol, with your DxD Kaioken and the 'Mastered Kaioken' techniques I offer a trade. We are allowed to teach your techniques, but in exchange, I will give you something to make up for the time you spent training without any results."

"Okay." I slowly agree.

"Great!" She grins as she claps her hands, a joyous expression on her face. "Don't worry about your school tomorrow, I'll come and pick you up early in the morning."

She gives me a wave and disappears moments later as if she wasn't even there to begin with.

I glance to my skills.

Ultra Instinct: Level 6: 86.4%
You have learned how move without thinking, this form typically manifests itself in one of two halves, either defense or offense.
1: You have a 15% chance to temporarily unlock one half Ultra Instinct for a few moments when pushed to your very limits and facing a threatening opponent.
5: Your Ultra Instinct lasts 50% longer than normal.

My zenkai nearly pushed me all the way from the end of level five to almost level seven... it was a little less than an entire level.

I wonder what she meant when she said she was going to give me something.

---

I sit cross legged on my bed, I had gotten up sort of early this morning, I showered, ate tasteless food- why I have a fridge is beyond me- washed my door and windows from eggs and eggshells then more or less just did some image training.

*Knock Knock*

I stand up and make my way to the door, opening it to reveal Chronoa.

"Are you ready to go?" She asks.

I slowly nod once and grab the key to my house and lock the door.

Honestly, I don't really get why we have locks. The weaker locks- like the ones on my home and the surrounding apartments- here are merely a suggestion to be completely honest.

"Yes, Lady Chronoa." I state. "I am ready to go."

Her eyes narrow as she pouts, but she doesn't say anything.

Several people are looking over, whispering loudly and pointing.

She places a hand on my shoulder, and the next moment we aren't there anymore.

I rub my eyes and look around, we are now standing in an open grassy plane, a large building with a tree sprouting through it stands in the distance, all around the planes are massive bars, and beyond that is a misty green sky with a couple of planets or suns floating in the distance, I really can't tell from here.

"Welcome to the time next!" The girl who is noticeably shorter than me exclaims with a grin.

I flinch slightly. 'oh. Right.'

She gestures into the distance where I can see a bored looking woman with blue hair, she wears a martial artist's Gi and has her arms crossed, her foot tapping the grass with poorly hid annoyance.

"What this damned thing you want to show me, Chronoa? You know I have a class in thirty minutes."

"No, you'll REALLY want to see this!" Chronoa grins as she gestures to me. "This boy has brought the kaioken to a point where it can potentially equal Mystic and beyond!"

The girl's eyes slide over to me as Chronoa turns back to me. "This is Ascot, she's a descendant of Bulma and the person who teaches most of the humans, Namekians, and Majiin the Kaioken! She's also one of the earlier members of the time patrol!"

'Wouldn't that make her a Saiyan?'

"Kaioken being on par with mystic?" The girl scoffs. "Ridiculous."

"It's true!" The Kai pouts as she turns back to me. "Show her the mastered version."

I take a step to the side and allow a crackling red aura to appear, only to dissipate completely leaving me with nothing more than a red tinge.

"Neat." The apparent human deadpans. "So, you can master Kaioken. I fail to see how this even slightly allows it to meet Mystic, but I guess that's something else I can teach my brats."

I frown and let out a sigh as the red tinge fades.

"Then you'll love this!" The kai grins.

"DxD Kaioken times five."

*FWOOSH*

The woman blinks slowly at the crackling red and orange kaioken aura.

"Times six."

Her eyes widen slightly at the new output of power I am putting out as the aura turns completely orange.

As I allow the aura to drop she seems a little staggered. "That was... stronger than even a grade two super saiyan... what the fuck did you do?!"

"SEE!" The kai cackles. "I TOLD YOU!"

The blue haired woman frowns and looks over to me slowly. "Can you do it again for me?"

"If you are going to try and copy it I'd try to master the base kaioken up to five before you do so, but sure." I shrug.

"Times Two."

"A times two?" She whispers. "But it's as strong as a times four."

"Every number he calls out, his power gets multiplied by two. A times one is equal to a times two, a times two is equal to a four, three is equal to eight and so on." The kai explains.

Ascot looks over with a frown, cupping her chin. "Is this... the true potential of kaioken?"

I scratch the back of my head. "I did the math last night, but if you can somehow manage a times twenty it should be multiplying your power level a million times."

"A MILLION?!" The human shrieks, even the kai seems caught off guard by that number.

"T-That's so far beyond super Saiyan four..." The human whispers in awe.

'hn? Super saiyan four? Not god? Dragon ball super wasn't in any of the history books now that I think about it... but I wrote that off as them not wanting a bunch of Saiyan children to band together and become super saiyan gods. But maybe... super doesn't exist yet? Maybe that goku I met was 'Xeno Goku'? An aged up Xeno goku that came here after he left with Shenron at the end of GT?'

"That's only if you can get that high... the downside of this technique is that you can't push your body with it like you can with the regular kaioken... if you could do a times five kaioken, you could always do a times six in dire need... if you do that with this new technique past level five or so it will literally just kill you."

I allow the aura to fade, keeping a slight red tinge.

"You can even master this form?!" The human asks.

"uh- yeah." I slowly nod. "I have only mastered up to a times two, though... making it actually worse than regular kaioken at this level... but I've only learned this like... a couple weeks ago so there's probably potential to push it higher, right?"

The girl's shoulders slump as she looks over to the kai, letting out a defeated sigh. "You were right... I'm sorry."

Chronoa gives her a peace sign. "It's all good!"

The girl looks back to me. "I'll find you after I've mastered kaioken myself."

"It'll be easier if you try to start with multipliers less than one."

"Less than-"

"Like kaioken five percent, or kaioken fifty percent."

"You can-" she sharply inhales and exhales. "I suppose you could do that as well... thank you for the ideas, I appreciate it... I now have something to work towards, a new method to teach my students, and a new way to teach them how to use kaioken without maiming their body as bad when they first use it."

She looks up into the murky sky. "In Conton we just keep thinking about going higher and higher... we never really stop and look down to see what could be done differently. More efficiently."

She bows her head. "I will see you later Chronoa..."

She turns to me. "Uh-"

"Nion." I supply.

"Nion." She nods as she brings a hand to her head and instant transmissions away.

"Well, you have accomplished your part of the deal, now for my part! Let's get your potential unlocked by the elder kai!"

We teleport again.

---

I sit cross-legged in front of a man who has both his hands facing me, he is reading a porn magazine absentmindedly, he is flipping the pages every now and then with his mind.

I have been sitting here for a good twenty seven hours... thirty two, technically the first five hours was spent with the old kai dancing around me.

He suddenly breaks the silence. "Your potential... it's quite scary, boy... at first it was as if I was filling up a teaspoon with a cup... whenever I would fill it up, it would empty out and grow larger... now I am filling a pool... yet your power is still not growing... not as much as it should be."

I frown slightly and look down. "Honestly, it feels sort of like something is eating all the power. Like a black hole... it's not like someone is draining me, it's still going in me, I just don't know... where."

I had immediately learned a skill that lets me stave off bodily functions while I was sitting here. It was the first thing I did because I realized just how long this would take.

"I see." The elder kai mutters. "This confounds me as well. Never before have I met someone with such strange potential."

We fall into silence again.

"So, lad... you are about that age... which do you like more, breasts or butt?"

I smirk and raise a finger. "Out of the two I prefer breasts; bit I truly prefer lightly tanned thighs."

"Ohoho!" He chuckles. "I thought you would give me a simple answer like 'I don't care' or 'Either's good', I never expected you to give an answer full of so much culture! I applaud you."

I smirk and shrug. "Ah well, the female form is nice. I also like abs, but that's probably the Saiyan genes talking."

He lets out another laugh. "The normal brats I ask that to regularly just get flustered! I'm glad to know you are so in tune with your instincts!"

I smile and nod.

'Yeah. You could say that.'

"Anyways, the pool is almost filled again." The kai announces. "I wonder how large it'll be this time. Or if I'll finally fill it up all the way."

I watch a certain skill level up again.

"It emptied again." He sighs. "Well, lad, it's been a while... I'll fill it up one last time, then after that we should call it quits... you have already far surpassed gohan's time. And while I cleared out all of yesterday, I actually have things to do today."

"Understandable." I slowly nod. "You are probably extremely busy. I am just glad you spent even this time helping me out."

"Don't think anything of it, boy. We cultured individuals need to stick together!"

'Thank you, elder kai! This will definitely help me out considerably!'

"So... elder kai." I begin slowly. "Are there other transformations for the saiyan race out there beyond super saiyan four?"

"Hn? What do you mean by that, boy?"

"I was just thinking... one of my classmates has this weird eye thing, she gets really bulky, and can't turn super saiyan, but it multiplies her power quite a bit."

"Ah. You mean the descendant of broly? Yes. That form is inaccessible to you, sadly. We had to seal her monstrous power until she was better able to control it. That form is all that was left of her super saiyan after the sealing... you could call it some form of imperfect legendary super saiyan."

"Well, what about super saiyan four? Its made when an Oozaru goes super saiyan, right?"

"Only when they regain complete control, yes." The kai slowly nods.

"Then reasonably its just super saiyan... but with Oozaru stacked on top of it?"

"You could look at it like that, yes."

"What if you did it with Super Saiyan two? Would you unlock Super Saiyan Five or something?"

"Hm." He lowly hums. "People have been trying that recently, there has been no progress, however."

"But if its just oozaru and super saiyan... is it really Super Saiyan four? It would be more accurate to call it like... primal super saiyan... what if there's a legitimate super saiyan four out there, one that takes three and actually goes beyond?"

"That is a thought indeed." The kai slowly nods. "What if? It hasn't been discovered yet, but there is potential for it, thousands of years down the line."

"Can people stack Super Saiyan on top of mystic?"

He freezes in place, slowly comprehending what I just said. "It hasn't been done but... hn... it is theoretically possible... that is... BRILLIANT! Brilliant my boy! If someone could use Mystic on top of Super Saiyan they would be nigh unstoppable! We were fools in limiting the potential unleashed form to non-Saiyan races... you are full of ideas, aren't you. First the kaioken upgrade, now Mystic Super Saiyan? What's next? Will you unlock true Super Saiyan four or something?"

'Mystic was limited to only non-saiyans?! I guess my Kaioken contribution really meant a lot to the Supreme Kai of Time.'

"I plan to try." I slowly nod.

"If it's you, my boy, I believe you might just accomplish it. Never lose your creativity! It's your greatest strength and truly allows one to draw out their potential!" The kai grins.

We return to silence, he seems to be deep in thought, he isn't even reading his book anymore. He is probably thinking about how to actually make a Mystic Super Saiyan.

---

"Alright! This is as much as I am willing to do right now." The kai states as he slowly stands, brushing off his pants. "Thirty hours. And I can still feel some potential locked away within you. Hm. Maybe my methods are inefficient."

I slowly stand up and look down at my body, I clench and unclench my fist several times.

"Let's see your power, boy!"

I flare my ki, creating a rush of wind.

"Hm." He lowly hums. "Not bad... but you aren't as strong as you should be... strange. Try transforming into a Super Saiyan."

"I... can't do that." I meekly mutter as I look to the ground.

"Oh." The kai states. "Well. Okay then. I'm gonna go watch my shows! See ya' around kid!"

"WHAT?!" A girlish voice shrieks.

I blink slowly as I look over to Chronoa standing a fair distance away, speaking to trunks.

They both turn and rush into the time nest building.

"Do... you think that is important?" I slowly ask the old kai, he also heard the scream.

"Hm..." He slowly hums. "That's debatable. If it was really important, they would have come and got me-"

*Pop*

Chronoa appears in front of the old kai. "THERE HAS BEEN A NATURAL DIVERSION!"

"WHAT?!" The kai shouts.

'I'm... lost.'

She looks over to me and bows her head. "I apologize your interrupting your potential unlocking ceremony, but this is incredibly important. I will take you home now."

With another teleport I am now standing on my front doorstep.

Chronoa nods her head. "I hope you have a pleasant day, Nion."

She teleports away again.

"…"

"What the fuck just happened?!"

---

Pov: elsewhere

A red-haired kai looks through scroll after scroll laying upon the table. "I don't get it... what has changed? This is drastically different than the normal timeline. What's with this red haired form? Super Saiyan God? You can get it from merely five saiyans granting their power to another?!"

She pauses. "Wait... super Saiyan four gogeta did... have red hair... Goten, Trunks, Gohan, and Pan give Goku energy, then he fused with Vegeta, bringing the count up to six."

She shakes her head. "Ugh! That's not important! Why is Beerus there! He's supposed to be asleep!"

"Maybe him merely waking up is what changed the timeline." The old wrinkly man states.

The girl lets out a long sigh. "Dealing with Trunk's timeline was already annoying enough. Now I have to deal with a new timeline... with super saiyan gods?! The power increase far surpasses even super saiyan four."

She brings her hands to her temples and lets out a long sigh, glancing to the elder kai, she is going to be forced to scan through all of these scrolls before any changes happen. She might as well take her mind off of it for a moment.

"How was Nion's potential?" She asks.

"Scary." The wrinkly old man states.

"Hm?" Chronoa asks.

"I wasn't able to find a limit to his potential even after thirty hours." He elaborates.

"Doesn't the speed of improvement drastically increase the longer one meditates?" The kai of time asks.

"It does. He was gaining power dozens of times faster than someone at the twenty-hour mark, yet I still couldn't find a limit."

She blinks. "You... couldn't find a limit?"

"His overall power didn't increase much, barely even three times."

"But... shouldn't a thirty hour potential unlocking ceremony at the very least boosted his base power level into the hundred millions?!"

"By all means." The wrinkled elder kai slowly mutters. "It should have, but all that power went somewhere else."

"Somewhere... else?" The timekeeper slowly asks.

"I know as much as you." The man shrugs.

---

I deflect several supercharged ki blasts with one hand, each at a level of strength thirty two times my base.

A white outline surrounds me as I slowly turn and point a finger out, a single orb of Ki the size of a coin leaves my fingertip, it bounces off the side of the first orb and quickly ricochets between them all.

A wave of cascading explosions coat the sky as I slowly lower my hand.

The glow around me fades as my eyes lose their silvery gleam, I fall to my knees and let out a small huff of exhaustion.

'thank you elder kai!'

Ultra Instinct: Level 30: 34.1%
You have learned how move without thinking, this form typically manifests itself in one of two halves, either defense or offense.
1: You have a 50% chance to unlock the other half of your ultra-instinct when pushed to your very limits against strong foes.
5: Your Ultra Instinct lasts 50% longer than normal.
10: You have a 10% chance to completely ignore the backlash of ultra-instinct.
15: While fighting within a 'calm' transformation and pushed to your very limits you have a 5% chance to unlock 'Incomplete Ultra Instinct' while remaining transformed.
20: You have a further 40% chance to ignore the backlash of Ultra Instinct, the backlash is entirely negated if you are capable of willingly activating it.
25: Ultra instinct now increases your base power by 5 in its imperfect state, and by 10 in its complete state.
30: You may now activate partial ultra-instinct at will, yet your stamina will drain fairly quickly. (Several perks have been changed due to this one.)

My entire potential unlock ceremony- barring a little bit for the thing that lets me stave off bodily functions for a while- went into this.

I have been messing around with it for about an hour now, and it is absolutely exhausting.

I seem to have gained the attack half of ultra instinct first, and man, let me just say that it is fucking WILD having your body move on your own like that.

I should probably focus on base power level for a little while... or maybe even super saiyan?

But ultra instinct is just so fun!

It'll draw attention to me... same with my Kaioken variant.

Ugh. I guess I'll do super Saiyan.

I force myself to stand up and roll my shoulders.

'let's get this over with.'

---

"This is the last day you have to qualify for the Conton Academy Tournament." Our teacher begins.

He looks over the class slowly.

"Tar, do you want to fight Truu?"

"No..." The namekian slowly states.

"Truu, do you want to fight Gnome?"

"Pass." The blue Majiin sighs.

I scan myself with my scouter

123,112

'hm. And I'm still hiding quite a lot.'

The teacher eventually ascends the class reaching me.

"Bethany, would you like to fight Nion again?" Our professor, Cryo asks.

The brown-haired girl looks down. "N-No."

"Nion, would you care to fight Crunch?"

"Can I skip her and challenge Shai?" I ask with a small grin.

The teacher frowns slightly. "Nion, I know your power has increased slightly since the start of the year, but you should face an opponent a little more on your skill level."

The black haired boy looks over and shoots me a silent loathing glare as the class chuckles, seemingly pleased with my scolding.

I stop suppressing my power level

461,914

"I know what I am doing." I slowly state, causing the human's eyes to widen.

Our teacher gives me a puzzled look but shrugs and relents. "Alright. Shai. Do you accept?"

"No?" The human slowly states.

"If you refuse to accept, you will be moved down one ranking and Nion will take your place." Our teacher continues.

The boy's eyes narrow as he clenches his fists, he stands up.

"Fine." He eventually hisses.

I smile and stand up, floating lazily over to the arena.

My foe lands across from me, he enters a combat stance, I stand there with my arms crossed.

A barrier springs to life around the two of us.

"Begin!"

My hair lifts upwards.

"KAIOKEN TIMES TWENTY!"

Shai rushes across the arena, fist cocked backwards.

A golden aura appears around me as my eyes turn teal.

My hair spikes upwards as an explosion of light surrounds me, I catch his punch with one hand.

With one simple transformation I am placed within the top ten strongest into the class.

My hand grips tightly around his wrist as I gut punch him, I whirl around and kick him across the arena.

'he's far stronger than he was two days ago... what the fuck did he do?'

He rushes me again, shooting several thin beams at my torso.

I deflect all of them skywards as he launches a roundhouse kick towards my head.

I duck it and smash my fist into his kidney.

He gags as I grab his ankle and smash him into the ground, cracking the floor tiles.

He barely rolls out of the way of a stomp, he sweeps out a leg in an attempt to trip me, but I simply flip forwards and land on a single hand, I twist my wrist and curve my body landing back on my feet as Shai gets back to his feet.

His kaioken fades as he lets out a panting breath.

I blur towards him and smash a knee into his sternum.

I kick off him, sending him flying and using him to hop up to the barrier's roof, using it to propel myself into his path.

I allow him to blast past me, but I reach out and snag his wrist, halting his momentum with a jerk.

*CRACK*

The action dislocates his wrist, his elbow and his shoulder.

I let go, causing him to fall like a puppet with their strings cut.

I brush off my shirt and cross my arms as I turn to face him.

He weakly writhes across the floor.

I look over to professor Cryo. "Do I win?"

He looks to my opponent writhing around on the ground. "Shai is unable to continue. Nion wins."

I nod slowly and walk away as the barrier fades, dropping out of my super saiyan expression.

"I'm done with fights for the day." I announce as I take a seat and let out a yawn.

I look across the room. "Oh. And if I find out which one of you little bastards keep throwing eggs at my house, I am going to wreck your shit. Fair warning."

I notice the green skinned orange hair boy freezes, along with his two cohorts, Pui Pui race kid and generic namekian.

I notice one of the saiyans of the class looking over at me, it's a girl with tanned skin and short black hair tied in a pony tail.

'That's... Forte if I remember correctly?'

She seems to observe me for a moment before looking away again, seemingly losing interest.

Maybe she sees me as I threat? I mean, I was 'barely' able to fight someone who could do kaioken, the third weakest in our class- not counting me when I was that weak- power level wise... then literally two days later I have tripled my power level, and am a Super Saiyan.

Maybe she was wondering how long it'd take me to become a challenge for her.

I'd give it week or two.

Considering the tournament is this weekend, a mere four days away, I probably won't be much of a challenge.

---

'trump cards... trump cards... let's see here. I have Ultra instinct, which is not coming out in the tournament if I can help it, then I have the DxD kaioken which I'd also like to hold off on... and even then, it probably wouldn't help me all that much considering I can only take it up to times sixty-four when I'll be more than likely fighting Super Saiyan Twos with considerably higher power levels in the tournament.

I don't think I'll be able to reach Super Saiyan two before the tournament, so I have to focus on something else...

There is one thing I could attempt...

I ascend into super Saiyan, a golden aura flickering to life around me.

I calm my aura the best I can, it's still uncontrollable, but it should be enough for what I am attempting.

"Kaioken."

*FWOOSH*

A crackling red inferno of power surrounds me briefly before I turn it off.

Kaioken has been Uncapped.

"Huh?" I blink slowly.

Kaioken: level 40: 1.1%

There is no new abilities to it... yet it is no longer 'mastered'…

I frown.

I barely felt any strain from using the times one... it was as if I was using a kaioken times twenty.

And considering how my kaioken is better than normal...

I crank the gravity belt up to one hundred times gravity as a times five kaioken crackles around me.

I've got four days to push this to new heights.

---

Well... it's time for the tournament... I step out of the locker room, wearing a black combat gi.

"Oi! Nion! Over here!"

I blink up to one of the Saiyans from my class

I shrug and float over to them and sit down on the bench they seem to be sharing, I glance to the spikey haired boy. "You're Beat, right?"

"Yep!" He grins. "I know we haven't actually spoken before, but I wanted to welcome you to the super saiyan club. Us Saiyans have to stick together n all!"

"Hm." I hum as I look back over the massive arena.

A saiyan with hair that looks vaguely like Raditz's leans forwards, past Beat. "So, new guy. What do you think our chances are of winning this thing? We should set aside our differences to show everyone just how strong year three is!"

"We're absolutely not going to win." I state.

"Thank you!" A female saiyan scoffs, more than likely annoyed due to having to repeat that same statement to the others.

"Huh? Why not?" The Raditz-like Saiyan frowns.

He is Basaku, the second-place fighter in the combat rankings, base power of around one million if I remember correctly. That makes him the strongest out of all of us Saiyans.

"A couple of reasons." I state. "Firstly. They will all have base power levels much higher than ours."

"Mhm." The female Saiyan nods, I'm fairly certain they are Note.

"Secondly, the other Saiyans will probably have Super Saiyan two... maybe a sixth year has Super Saiyan three as well."

We are third years, like Basaku said, so really, we have basically no chance.

"What we should be doing... is try to impress mentors watching this tournament so they can take us on as students."

Note nods repeatedly. "This guy gets it!"

"The brackets have been decided!" A chipper voice announces, speakers all around us projecting his voice.

We all glance up.

The first 'important' looking fight is 'Third Year #3 versus fourth year #5' which means.

We all slowly look to the Saiyan sitting at the end of the bench, his gi is similar to Tiens in dragon ball super, the shirt is far longer and blue, however, his hair is short and straight, looking SUSPISCIOUSLY similar to android seventeen's.

"Looks like you're up in the second fight, Erito!" Basaku grins.

The other saiyan looks over slowly and nods simply. "It does."

"You might be able to win that fight... it just depends on the quality of the fourth years this year." I shrug with a small frown. "It'll be an extremely tough fight for you, however."

"A fourth year." He slowly mutters with a frown. "I will try my best."

I continue looking down the list, I am next, fighting a second year.

"Hm." I deadpan. "Well. That's annoying. I wanted a good fight."

"I get to fight a fourth year as well!" Basaku grins.

Beat gulps as he looks up at the massive screen. "I have to fight a sixth year."

"Yeesh." Basaku states. "Yer' fucked, buddy."

"I'm also fighting a sixth year..." Note whispers.

A saiyan with extremely short hair and a bored expression lets out a sigh. "Damn it. I've got a first year... then I'll be fighting a sixth year."

That's Viola, the 'Legendary' Saiyan of our class, yet she can only go into Wrathful due to several seals that were apparently placed on her from the Kais.

I look to the tanned Saiyan sitting slightly behind me, she has a frown on her face, she is also fighting a fourth year.

Note rubs her face and lets out a long sigh. "It looks like Nion and Viola will be getting the farthest in our entire class purely from luck."

"I wouldn't exactly say that... if Forte beats her fourth year, she'll have to fight another, a mere one rank higher than the one she fought. There's a chance that she can pull through."

"But then she'd have to fight the number one sixth year." Beat points out.

"True." I shrug. "I don't see anyone in this tournament beating them."

I frown at the name. "'Cele'… It looks like a Saiyan. So it looks like there probably will be at least one Super Saiyan Three in the tournament."

"Badass!" Basaku grins. "I've always wanted to see a Super Saiyan Three in person!"

---

I stand across from a lime green namekian, both of us in fighting stances.

I can see him glancing up to the power level calculator. I do the same.

312,124

'hm. Not bad.'

"Begin!"

He lunges forwards, quickly making his way towards me.

"Kaioken!" He shouts, his power quickly equaling my own.

I duck past his punch and punch towards his head, he blocks the attack with his forearm, but he allows himself to be shoved back, quickly creating some distance as he barrages me with ki blasts.

I deflect them all and lunge forwards, he barely ducks the punch, but he didn't see the leg sweep coming.

He falls backwards, arms flailing slightly as a hand smashes into his side.

He is launched across the arena, flipping before he reaches the edge and lands in a crouch.

He blasts forwards. "Times Two!"

I twist out of way of a punch and try to counter with an uppercut, but he ducks out of the way and smashes a ki blast into my back, launching me through the air.

I grit my teeth and land on the ground in a handstand, I twist my body and smash my foot into the namekian's cheek as he tries to capitalize on his attack, snapping his head to the side, I push off the ground, righting my position and returning myself to my feet.

His kaioken drops as he skids across the ground, trying to stay on his feet.

"You did pretty good." I complement as I near him, smashing my hand into his chest and sending him flying out of the arena.

"Nion Wins!"

I make my way to the exit of the arena and return to my seat.

"one victory for the third years!" Basaku grins.

"That really doesn't count as a victory..." I deadpan. "If I fought the second year number one, perhaps, but the tenth? No."

I grimly watch the next two people stepping into the Arena. "If I win the next match... that'll definitely count as a victory, though."

Fourth Year #6, Treble
Power Level: 1,743,124

Third Year #12 Kura
Power level: 421,441

It looks as if a fourth year saiyan is fighting against that little shit.

"Why didn't you just go super saiyan to beat him?" Beat asks.

"Well, I mean, do you realize how fucking lame it would make me look to be forced defeat a second year with super saiyan?"

"True." Note sighs. "But didn't you copy Kaioken? Why didn't you do that? Even a times one would be enough."

"Eh. I'm trying to get some last-minute training in." I shrug. "I'll be fighting someone far stronger than myself next round, so I might as well ease myself into it."

"Smart." Erito states, he had sadly lost his match, he fought a majiin. With such a power gap- even with super saiyan- he just couldn't get over his regeneration and got tired out and knocked out of the arena.

We silently watch as the Saiyan seems to copy what I did and tries fighting him in his base form.

He apparently has enough after Kura went to kaioken times eleven and lands a gut punch on the older boy, he promptly turns into super saiyan and beats the ever-loving shit out of him.

"Welp." I mutter slowly. "I'm probably fucked."

"It's not as large of a difference as my fight..." Erito mutters as he looks over to me then back to the boy. "You have better odds than I did."

"Including his super saiyan two?"

The boy blinks slowly and looks back over as the saiyan tosses the bruised and broken body of Kura out of the arena. "Hm. Yes. Sorry. You are probably going to lose."

Basaku slings an arm around my shoulder. "Bah! You just have to believe in yourself! Maybe if he pushes you hard enough, you'll unlock super saiyan two as well!"

He stands up to get a better view and lets out a slightly evil chuckle. "If that's the power they have I can't wait for my match. It's going to be a blast."

---

Our year is really getting pounded... only myself, and Viola have won our matched, Basaku's was extremely close, with his foe only barely coming out on top, after Basaku pulled out grade two super saiyan. Our number one got placed against a sixth year... she was wrecking the girl's shit at the start, it was just a human, then said human pulled out kaioken, even a times eight was enough for Glace.

That is... until Glace herself pulled out Kaioken... at times four, she beat the hell out of the human...

Then said human went Mystic.

Yeaaaah. No real way to combat that for like... anyone... hell, her power level topped out at around two billion.

Our strongest couldn't even reach thirty million even with the kaioken.

She was fighting against the sixth year's weakest as well.

I stand across from a Saiyan with my arms crossed, he looks a little smug as he begins stretching.

He wears basic Saiyan armor, no shoulder pads or leg pads, has short black hair, spiking upwards a good six inches.

"Begin!"

He stands to his full height and gestures for me to attack him.

"Take your best shot, brat."

I give him a half-lidded stare.

"Kaioken times two."

I blast forwards with incredible speed as the aura fades, leaving me only lightly tinged red.

"Ugh." The Saiyan scoffs as I punch towards his torso. "That useless technique? Seriously? You can't even go above a times two?"

He crosses his arms and blocks the punch, lashing out with a punch that I duck.

I shoot a ki blast into his shin, causing him to let out a low growl and blur forwards.

I barely duck out of the way of the punch.

I backhand away a Ki blast that he shoots at me before he laughs. "All I need to do is wait till your kaioken drops and I can beat the shit out of you. You got lucky you fought a weakling in the first round."

"You are incredibly arrogant. You know that? I'm only using a times two kaioken because it's more than enough to keep up with you."

"Is that so?" He lowly asks with a growl.

He shoots an invisible kiai blast at me, but I hop to the side to avoid it.

He blurs towards me.

"Two point six." I state as I raise an arm and block the punch, my power level is now within ten thousand of his own, his hand lands with a thunderous crash, but I don't even blink as I deflect it to the side and strike him in the stomach.

He lets out a low growl as he hops back, his hair spikes up, eyes turning teal as with a flash of golden light he assumes the 'legendary' transformation about eighty percent of our race in Conton has.

"Times Thirty." I state as an incredible aura explodes around me, I blur forwards, but he stops my punch with the tips of his index and middle finger.

My hands blur as he continues blocking every attack.

He suddenly gut punches me, causing me to gag as my lunch is nearly forced out, then he roundhouse kicks me towards the edge of the arena.

I flip over, kaioken fading and land just before the edge.

"Oh? Do you want to get the shit beat out of you?" The teen laughs.

I wipe the blood dripping down my lip and narrow my eyes.

My muscles bulge slightly, my hair flicks upwards, my eyes turn teal, and with a golden flash of light I also assume the legendary transformation.

However, there is one large difference between the two of us, he is in mastered super saiyan, and I am within grade two super saiyan.

Grade two is technically more powerful than mastered super saiyan, otherwise known as grade four, the only difference is that grade four requires no energy upkeep while grade two requires quite a bit. I could fight for maybe half an hour before I got tired out. Less if I use energy attacks like I probably will be forced to do here.

I blast forwards, my hand smashing into his blocking forearm as he grins. "Grade two? Maybe you're not complete trash after all! But you're still weaker than ME!"

He kicks my shoulder, launching me back and up into the sky, quickly reappearing behind me.

I duck his next kick and smash a hand into his arms as he crosses them in front of his stomach.

He smashes his knee into my face and kicks me downwards, smashing a kiai wave into my body for good measure.

My back smashes into the ground, I press my hands against the arena and push off, flipping backwards as my foe smashes into the ground, his kick smashing dozens of the arena tiles and creating a fairly large crater.

I shoot a ki blast at him, but he just backhands it, eyes widening briefly at the second one hidden right behind the first, but he twists his body out of the way of it.

I appear in front of him, but he catches my first punch with one hand, my knee with his second, and just tilts his head out of the way of my other fist.

I twitch my fingers inwards as I unleash a flurry of punches that the cocky bastard just tilts his head out of the way of.

*BOOM*

My two ki blasts smash into his open back much to his shock, causing him to release me.

My hand snaps forwards and smashes into his stomach, launching him out of the smoke cloud.

He suddenly reappears in front of me, an expression of rage on his face as he unleashes a flurry of punches at point blank range, I block a couple, but with each punch my arms shudder, I feel my bones cracking, my ribs ache.

Eventually he kicks me away, launching me towards the edge of the arena.

He charges a ki wave as I land, falling into a kneeling position as I bring a hand to my chest and cough blood.

I slowly stand up with a glare as he continues charging.

"Do you want to see something cool?"

He falters briefly, beam power lessening as his eyes narrow.

"What? You going to go super saiyan two or something?"

"Nope." I grin as I wipe my mouth.

He crosses his arms. "Tch. Fine."

I ascend to to grade 4 super saiyan, my bulk lessening slightly as I let out a long breath. This fucking idiot helped me along the way to its mastery, yet... strangely Super Saiyan doesn't appear to be mastered.

Super Saiyan: Level 20: 1.8%
A legendary transformation of your race, gained through incredible rage or through your time of need, in its most basic form, it multiplies your power level by 50.
1: you are able to go Super Saiyan at will, multiplying your power, Strength, Speed, and durability by 50.
5: You are able to access this form without the blinding rage inexperienced users have when accessing this form.
10: You may access 'Grade 2' Super Saiyan, a more energy intensive form, yet it allows you to multiply your power level by 60 instead of 50.
15: You may transform into a 'Grade 3' Super Saiyan, increasing your durability, Strength, and power by 75 times, yet only multiplying your speed and agility by 25
20: You may access 'Grade 4' Super Saiyan. In this state you gain the benefits of Super Saiyan, but you require no form of focus to keep the form going, you can even keep it up while you sleep.

I flare my ki as I gain a savage grin. "Allow me to show you just how outclassed you are!"

"HAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The ground rumbles, tiles rising as I continue shouting.

Suddenly I stop, the tiles fall as my aura is erased.

My smile falls as I stare at my opponent. "I didn't want to use this in the tournament... I would have liked to have a bit of time to perfect it before using it in battle, but... well... you've pissed me off. You are arrogant and childish. The second someone harms you; you ascend to super saiyan and beat them within an inch of their life. You're like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Using your racial advantages to defeat your opponents rather than any sort of strategy or technique."

I suddenly smirk as he clenches his fists, he looks like he is about to warp over here and kick my ass, so I might as well hurry up.

"That being said." I state.

"Kaioken."

*FLASH*

A brilliant red aura surrounds my golden one as there is a blast of air.

He blinks before laughing loudly. "Kaioken?! Seriously?! Are you suicidal?!"

"You're right. If I had messed this up... even a little. My energy would have run out of control. And with this much of it? I'd have been toast."

"Times Three."

The aura intensifies as I smirk. "But it looks like I have it in check!"

"I guess it was worth the risk after all." I state as I crack my knuckles. "Good ol kaioken... it didn't feel right leaving it behind."

"Another thing I should tell you..." Begin as I slowly walk forwards. "I have mastered kaioken... much like super saiyan... so if you're thinking about waiting till I tire myself out, you are in for an unpleasant surprise. I wasn't sure if it'd work with Super Saiyan... but it looks like at this level... I can keep this up endlessly."

Kaioken: level 60: Mastered
The kaioken, a technique developed by the North Kai to double the user's power, yet he could never master it. Goku got considerably closer, drawing out more power from the divine technique, yet who knows if he truly reached the Kaioken's full potential.
1: you may perform the Kaioken technique, your maximum 'Safe' level for the Kaioken is x30 (Maintainable Kaioken: x15)
5: The strain of the kaioken within your 'Safe' levels is 20% less.
10: Your Kaioken lasts 20% longer before you are hit by the backlash.
15: your Kaioken counts as if you had called out a number 1 higher no matter the output you call out without the strain or backlash increasing at all.
20: The strain of the kaioken within your 'Safe' levels is a further 40% less.
25: Your Kaioken lasts another 40% longer before you are hit by the backlash.
30: You may maintain any kaioken under a x2 with no strain to yourself at all.
35: The level of Kaioken you may 'maintain' is equal to 1/4 of your maximum 'safe' multiplier.
40: You have reached the maximum 'Safe' level of the kaioken, but you feel as if it is incomplete... with a little Tinkering you have unlocked a new variant of Kaioken, one which has never been seen before.
45: you may efficiently use Kaioken within a transformation, however, the strain is multiplied by the multiplier of the transformation.
50: the strain of using Kaioken within a transformation is reduced by 50%
55: The level of Kaioken you may 'maintain' is equal to 1/2 of your maximum 'safe' multiplier.
60: Within transformations with 'calm' power, such as Mastered Super Saiyan, the transformation multiplier is treated as 1/2 as much as it normally is for how much strain the kaioken places on your body. (And perhaps even less for certain forms)

I suddenly blast forwards, my foe's eyes widen as he barely has time to bring up his hands as I hurl a punch at him.

He manages to block it, but not the two other punches with my offhand that smash into his stomach.

I enter a boxing stance as he takes a step backwards, I launch two more punches with a grin, my hearing briefly noting the sound of Basaku cackling madly and shouting "YES!"

Treble barely blocks the next to jabs and counters with a kick that I weave around.

I sweep his remaining leg with a small kick, he is launched off his feet and spins about halfway through the air.

My elbow smashes into his face, launching him backwards.

He crosses his arms just in time to block a ki wave.

"HRAAAGH!" He roars as power explodes off him.

'ah fuck. Super Saiyan two.'

He reappears before me, hand cocked back, a single bang of hair hangs down in front of his face as electricity crackles around him.

"Times six." I state as I twist around the punch, my hand comes up smashes into his cheek.

He twists around and kicks me, but I cross my arms in front of my body to lessen the blow.

He blurs forwards, launching two more punches at me, but they lack skill... apparently I was right on the mark when I said that he just relies on strength to win his battles.

I smack them away and elbow him in the nose.

With the sudden change, I am slightly weaker than him, but it's not that large of a gap. I lived my entire life fighting people stronger than me. I can manage.

He suddenly strikes forwards, I am forced to slip under his extended arm.

His hand grabs my shoulder, he twists around and launches a punch towards my face that I barely block with a forearm.

His knee comes up, but I interrupt it with my own knee, twisting my arm around and facing the palm towards his head.

A ki blast arcs in between us and smashes into his face, forcing him to release me as I run up his body, doing a single backflip and landing a spinning roundhouse kick right to his face.

His head snaps to the side as he launched away, he skips across the ground.

"Times three." I whisper, the kaioken aura decreasing in size and vibrant color as I take on a slightly defensive posture.

He gets to his feet and shakes his head, letting out a loud growl as he turns to face me.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?!" He roars as he jumps, flying high into the sky. "FUCK YOU! FUCK THIS TOURNAMENT! AND FUCK THIS ARENA!"

He begins charging a ki blast in his hands, seemingly pumping everything he has into it.

'welp. Time to do that thing I tried way back before I had the system.'

I clap my hands together, a yellowish orb of ki appears in between my open palms, lightning arcs across the arena. "FINAL-"

I suddenly shift, bringing the orb to my side as I pump more energy into it. The orb then shifts into a greenish color as green arcs of lightning crackle around me, tearing into the arena floor. "Kaaa meeee."

The orb grows as I continue charging. "Ha meeeee."

"GALACTIC GUN!" The boy roars as he flings his hand forwards, unleashing a majority of his ki in one blast.

"HAAAAA!"

I launch my hands forwards, the force of my blast causing my yellow and red aura to get blown backwards, my beam arcs up into the sky as a purplish beam the same size- if not slightly larger- crashes into it.

My beam is immediately on the backfoot, the orb of poorly contained power quickly inching its way down towards me.

"TIMES SIX!" I call out.

The clash stops, in fact it begins slowly inching back towards my opponent despite the fact that I am still slightly weaker than him.

'fuck. Kaioken will not last long enough for me to send this all the way back to him... the only option left is to do a times seven.'

"Times seven." I weakly state with a small grimace.

Immediately my body begins aching. Not ready for the power coursing through my body.

But it doesn't hurt as badly as I thought it would. That's good. It's nothing compared to the strain of Dxd Kaioken.

The beam clash quickly rockets towards Treble, his eyes widen, and he makes a split second decision, he hops upwards, abandoning the beam clash entirely, it arcs up into the sky, eventually disappearing from vision.

I bring a hand to my head, and in the next moment I disappear, I reappear right beside the super saiyan two, my hand smashes into his cheek, snapping his head to the side.

I unleash an absolute flurry of attacks and kicks before ending with a flipping kick downwards, my foe is launched towards the edge of the arena.

For good measure I launch a massive ki orb at the saiyan before I allow myself to fall to the ground.

I drop my kaioken and wince as my muscles twitch, I watch as my ki orb smashes into my foe, propelling him out of bounds!

He rolls off the edge-

His hand grabs the flooring, fingers digging into the tile floor.

I lift a hand and try to shoot a ki blast but my energy doesn't respond.

I am fresh out.

I let out a long pant as my super Saiyan form drops.

'fuck.'

I watch as he slowly pulls himself back into the arena, his face is bloodied and bruised, he has scrapes all over his body and his shirt is almost completely destroyed, it goes from one shoulder to one hip, exposing half of his chest while holes pepper the rest.

He shakily gets to his feet and glares hatefully at me as blood drips over one of his eyes. "I'll make sure to savor this."

He blurs forwards, suddenly all I know is pain as his hand smashes into my chest and breaks a couple of rips, at the same time, his hand blurs and lands three punches on my face, snapping my head to the side.

I stagger backwards and lash out with a punch, gritting my teeth as my ribs move.

He effortless backhands my punch away, then kicks out a leg and brings up a knee to smash into my face.

The force of the attack sends me flipping towards the edge of the arena.

I land on my hands and knees and slowly raise to my feet as I wipe blood dripping from my mouth and nose.

He holds out a finger towards my leg.

I shift my stance abruptly, barely dodging the finger beam that would have gone right through my thigh.

*CRACK*

My head snaps backwards as his elbow smashes into my face, I couldn't even see him move.

'damn it! If only I was still in super saiyan. Why'd this fucking bastard grab onto the arena?!'

A trio of slightly weaker punches hammer the wounded side of my chest, causing me to hack more blood.

He lets out a snort as he looks down at me. "You are so... weak."

'Oh. That. Is. It.'

He brings a hand back. "You'll learn to not fuck with me when you're a CRIPPLE!"

"COME ON NION! DON'T TAKE THAT SHIT FROM HIM! KICK HIS ASS!" I hear one of my apparent new friends cheer from behind me.

'Well, you've got it Basaku.'

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Pov: elsewhere.

The crowd cheers as the sound of a massive beam clash rumbles throughout the stadium.

"Badass." A long spikey haired saiyan grins, sitting calmly in super saiyan to keep up with the action.

This has been by far the best fight he has seen! So much chaotic energy and awesome comebacks! Who's gonna win? Who knows! But he bets it's going to be his new friend! Cementing third year as complete badasses who can take down even fourth years!

"Super saiyan with kaioken?!" A second saiyan asks, this one also within super saiyan..

"I was sure that would have broken his body." A third male saiyan states with a frown as he cups his chin, this one also a super saiyan, he wears simple blue clothes.

A girl saiyan in red with her spikey golden hair tied up in a ponytail lets out a long sigh. "Welp, he's surpassed us. Hell, he'd give Glace a run for her money."

"HELL YEAH!" The first saiyan, Basaku cheers as he stands up. "GIVE IT TO HIM!"

The opponent their classmate is fighting abandons the beam clash, however in the next moment Nion is there beside him, smashing his fist into the side of his face.

A short haired saiyan girl lets out a sigh as her shoulders slump, her eyes a solid yellow. "Ugh. I wish my powers were unsealed so I could fight on that level... also see a fight on that level"

A tanned saiyan with spikey hair also tied up in a pony tail cups her chin as she watches her classmate wail on his opponent. "His power is fading. Times six was his limit... and it looks like he broke it with times seven. He's about to crash."

""Hn?"" Basaku and Beat ask as they look over to her.

They look back just in time to see Nion kick his opponent down and shoot a ki blast at him, he falls from the sky and lands with a crouch, kaioken fading completely as his body visibly shakes.

"Oh no." Note whispers as his opponent barely manages to hold on and tugs himself back up into the arena.

Nion drops out of super saiyan as he lets out a tired pant.

"That's less than ideal." Erito quietly mutters.

Note is forced to close her eyes as the ascended super saiyan wails on the base form Nion.

Nion was right. He was like a massive toddler.

Nion is kicked to the edge of the arena.

He stumbles to his feet and dodges a finger beam to the leg, only to get an elbow to the face that sends a spray of blood across the tiles.

Basaku clenches his fist, not much pisses him off, but this prick- who's base is FAR stronger than Nion's has to rely on super saiyan two to beat on the tired boy.

They are a mere one hundred feet away, Nion's back is to the group.

"You are weak."

"WEAK?!" Basaku snaps. "That motherfucker! He was just wrecking his shit and now he's weak?!"

"You'll learn to not fuck with me when you're a CRIPPLE!" The teen roars, causing Basaku's eyebrow to twitch wildly as he takes a step up onto the railing in front of him.

"COME ON NION!" He shouts while raising a fist. "DON'T TAKE THAT SHIT FROM HIM! KICK HIS ASS!"

The super saiyan two swings his fist, it is merely a blur to even Basaku in his Grade Two super saiyan form.

There is a flash of red, and suddenly the teen is blasted back, he rolls to a halt on the other side of the arena as Nion stands there with a hand raised.

"D-Did anyone see that?!" Note asks with wide eyes.

Basaku and Erito slowly shake their heads. That punch had been incredibly fast... it looked like he even flickered on kaioken for it!

"See what?" The short haired saiyan girl, Viola deadpans. "I've been lost for like the past five minutes."

A murky bluish-white outline surrounds Nion as he simply stands there, one fist raised as his other hangs limply at his side.

Treble slowly gets to his feet, clutching his chest as he lets out a snarl.

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!"

He raises a hand to fire a ki blast at Nion, but in the blink of an eye... Nion is gone...

He looms behind the super saiyan, both arms hanging loosely.

"HRAGH!" The saiyan roars as he whirls around and launches a kick at Nion's head.

With another flash of red, the teen is sent spinning, Nion has his arm extended out to the side as if he just punched the teen's leg.

"I have no idea what's going on." Basaku begins. "But that fucker deserves it!"

The armor-wearing female Saiyan, Forte widens her eyes, having spotted something. "He is... fighting with his eyes closed!"

"AHAHAHA!" Basaku cackles. "GIVE HIM HELL, NION! WRECK THAT PRICK!"

With another flicker of red, Nion reappears before his prone foe.

Treble tries to punch him, but he phases through Nion as he reappears to the left.

*CRACK*

The tip of Nion's foot smashes into the super saiyan two's side as he kicks upwards.

He is blasted into the sky.

After a moment, Nion slowly looks up to the sky to see the super saiyan raising his hands.

A barrage of ki blasts pepper the arena, Nion remains unmoving as he deflects any blast that approaches him, the arena is reduced to rubble quite quickly, eventually the only safe spot is where Nion is standing.

Treble creates a massive orb and hurls it downward, the orb far surpasses the size of a man, it's about car sized.

Nion holds up a single hand, and points a finger at it.

A thin beam of ki shoots from the tip of his finger, it pierces the orb, causing it to detonate, but it also pierces cleanly through the thrower's shoulder.

The smoke cloud folds inwards, as if something was hurled through it, Nion has disappeared... and reappeared behind the super saiyan.

With a kick, Treble is launched downwards, he smashes into the arena violently cracking the remaining piece.

Nion falls from the sky...

Right before he faceplants into the ground he does an incredibly fast front flip, both feet smashing into Treble's chest as he tries to sit up. Nion stays there crouched on his chest as the force of the blow forces the saiyan to drop from his super saiyan form.

He backhands the saiyan once, Treble's face suddenly twitching as if he got struck several times, Nion then slowly stands and steps off, walking towards the locker room.

He suddenly swipes an arm behind him as the downed Saiyan twitches and hits him with a kiai wave that smashes him into the dirt several hundred feet away. Far out of bounds.

Nion continues walking towards the edge of the arena fragment-

The strange glow fades and he falls forwards, seemingly completely unconscious as he faceplants half way out of the arena.

"Nion wins!"

The cheers that had mostly stopped when base form Nion had begun dismantling the super saiyan two return full force.

"He fucking did it." Basaku mutters, a grin appearing on his face. "YEAR THREE WINS A REAL MATCH!"

Viola lets out a long sigh. "Ugh. Now I have to fight a sixth year."

Two people instant transmission onto the field, quickly retrieving the two unconscious fighters and transferring them to a place to heal.

"Maybe I'll pull a Note and forfeit." She continues.

"What do you mean 'Pull a Note'?!" Said girl growls. "Did you SEE that guy's power level?! I would have been absolutely obliterated!"

"Nion should have been obliterated." Beat shrugs.

Note turns and points at the teen who noticeably has a bruised face and bandages over most of his body. "Silence, cripple boy."

"Hey. I'll get an incredible zenkai out of my beating. What'll you get?" He states.

Viola blinks slowly. "Oh right. Zenkai... without super saiyan my only option is to get a power level so high that it just doesn't matter... hm. I'll see you guys later; I'm going to go get the shit kicked out of me by a sixth year.

"Look on the bright side." Beat hums. "Glace wasn't able to beat their worst fighter even with kaioken. You'll be fighting the person one step above that... you'll definitely get a big zenkai!"

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Pov: Returned

I sit up with a gasp and look around. I am sat within a bed. A fairly comfortable bed.

My body aches as I move my arm slightly.

I guess that's what happens when you take a beating from someone three times stronger than you in super saiyan two while you remain in your base form.

This room is surprisingly lavish.

I force myself to stand, I look around, there is a backpack with a note on it sat upon a bedside table.

I slowly reach over and grab a note, sitting back on the bed.

"Hey, this is Chronoa, you did really well in the tournament! Congratulations! I don't know when you will be reading this, but, uh, I have taken the liberty of moving you to your new home granted to you for nearing the requirements of becoming a B Class Time Patroler... normally you wouldn't get this until you got a power level of at least one million, but Super Saiyans sometimes get moved up before they meet the requirements. In your bag is everything you had in your old home. A bit has happened since your battle, firstly, a mentor is willing to teach you...

Well, a lot of mentors are willing to teach you. You have quite a few so I'll just give you a list so you can think about it."

There are quite a few listed here... a majority are people I've never even heard of... but there are a couple I do recognize.

Firstly, Goku.

Secondly- nah, I'm picking Goku.

Piccolo, Gohan, and Pan are cool and all, but Goku is Goku.

I continue reading the note.

"Secondly, we really need to have a chat. It is incredibly important so as soon as you wake up, please come and find me, I've told the guards of the time nest to let you through.

I took the liberty of filling your personal fridge with actual food, as well.

Also, Ascott is looking for you. Your Kaioken times thirty stunt really messed with her.

I hope to see you soon

-Chronoa~"

Ah, the fridges of Conton City. When closed they don't cool food, they stop time within.

I look to the several small cute doodles near the end of the note.

Is this million-year-old loli crushing on me or something? Or does she just like... not know how to write a casual fucking letter?

I slowly stand, rolling my shoulder and letting out a long yawn.

'I'm going to assume the supreme god of time, bullshitery, and terrible cooking is an antisocial wierdo for my mental health.'

I freeze. 'wait... did she cook the things in my fridge?! Oh god! Oh fuck!'

I stand up and slowly walk out of the room, cautiously avoiding the fridge like my life depends on it- Because I mean, really it does-

'wait, if that was everything I had-'

I silently walk over to the backpack and look inside.

I pull out my scouter and slowly nod before using it to scan myself.

1,234,684

"Damn." I whisper with a slow blink.

I put the scouter back on my bedside table and stretch. 'Welp. Let's go see Chronoa.'

I step outside, blinking as instead of the outside I see a... common room.

I am on the second floor, a guard rail stands before me.

A familiar figure is sat on a couch below, he has his legs crossed, eyebrows twitching in exertion as he remains in the base super Saiyan form.

"Basaku?" I slowly blink.

His eyes snap open.

"Nion?! You're awake?!"

Another head pokes out from below me, it's also within Super Saiyan.

"Nion?"

It's Note.

"The champ is awake?" I hear Beat ask as he walks out of a nearby room.

"What the fuck is going on." I slowly blink.

"Saiyan shared rooms." Basaku smirks. "A kai showed up and sort of just magicked an extra room in this place. All of the year three Saiyans stay here."

"…"

"Okay." I shrug as I hop over the ledge and fall gently to the floor below.

"Why are you all super Saiyans?"

"We're trying to master super Saiyan!" Basaku grins savagely. "We should at the very least do that before we meet our master!"

My eyes widen. "You all actually got a master?"

"Yeeeeep!" He grins. "And you won't believe who it is!"

"Goku?" I ask.

His smile falls. "How did you-"

"I got a request from him as well." I shrug as I walk past and sit on a couch on the other side of the room.

"If we got one, I guess we should have expected you to as well." Beat sighs as he goes back to looking at the Tv. "Did you see the news- oh what am I kidding, you were unconscious. Apparently there was a natural diversion in the timeline."

"I was aware of that, but... what is a natural diversion?"

"Oh, yeah I didn't know what it was either, but apparently it's when the timeline changes on its own without any outside help... they are being pretty tight-lipped about what changed, so I don't know much, but they did say it was the single largest change since Trunks went back in time."

"Hm." I lowly hum.

"Hey Nion! We should fight!" Basaku grins.

I bring a hand to my head and after taking note of my position, I begin to look elsewhere in Conton city for a power level to lock on.

"We should, but I've got something really important to do right now, so byeeee"

I instant transmission away.

I reappear about thirty feet in front of the stairs up to the time nest.

I begin to walk forwards but a man appears before me.

"Where do you think you're going, brat?"

I look up at him, he seems to be a full blooded Saiyan with a scouter.

"Lady Chronoa wished to see me?" I slowly ask.

He frowns and slowly reaches up to his scouter.

"Name?"

"Nion."

He slowly nods. "You are correct, Mistress Chronoa is expecting you... You were pretty good at the tournament."

"Thank you." I nod.

He disappears like he wasn't even there to begin with, he returns to standing with his arms crossed a short distance away.

I look up the stairs and begin to bound up them, simply jumps carrying me over dozens of steps in an instant.

I reach the top and see a large door, a human stands there with a scouter over his eye, he looks over me and opens the door as I walk over, giving me a small nod.

I give him one back as I step through, the door seals behind me.

I look around the massive bird cage slowly.

'uhhh... I can't sense God ki. Where the fuck do I go.'

I slowly look around, in the distance I see the elder kai speaking with... Gohan? Is he trying to get the Mystic super saiyan?

*This is where I stopped writing*

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Ah well, I feel like I have sunk enough time into this to post it here, I hope you enjoy it.

I'll see you whenever!