Strata, Part 3, Goten and Derassa train... Authors Note: For the story lets pretend that only the first Broli movie took place.
Goten stood in the middle of the blank dimension of white, if it had a middle, his green eyes were closed tight forming creases along the contours of his face, beads of sweat ran down his chin forming small droplets and falling to splash against the white floor. Saiyan armor clung tightly to his body, black straps ran over his shoulders. His hands in fists at shoulder height in front of him, he sat waiting, waiting for something to happen. In a blur his arms went up, and he spun around, flinging his arms in random directions. A low grunt escaping his throat every time his arms stopped at some un-seen barrier. Faster and faster his hands went, his eyes remained shut, to a bystander it might appear as a dance to an odd hum circling around the distinguished fighter.
Whizzing noises flew by him that only someone with warrior traits could pick up on. Gotens eyes flashed open as his fist soared straight up and sent Gohan doubling over. Following the blow to his trainers gut, he pounded into his chest, stomach and arms, majestically fast and accurate was his fist, "HAAAA!" Goten screamed as he used a small ki ball to propel his fist into Gohan's chin, Gohan rolled in the air, soaring farther and farther away from Goten. With a boom Goten shot in front of Gohan, and with a move that could be considered a dance, he spun with his body parallel to the ground and his feet swinging upwards, then brought down heavily into Gohan's back. A gut wrenching crack came after the impact.
Gohan just smiled, despite his probable broken bones, he impacted on the ground with a bang, leaving a sizeable crater in the ground, more than equal to a ki attack, "Ah, not bad Goten! You're improving!" Gohan said happily a few feet in front of his brother, his back arched to accommodate his injury, the dust below still hadn't settled, "But still, you're not strong enough." The green in his eyes melted away into the white surrounding them, his hair grew inches longer, and seemed to be shaded in darker now, as if an artist had painted him and decided to elaborate on their master-piece's features. A rapid ascent in power to say the least. Goten wasn't surprised to feel Gohan's true power. Whenever Gohan felt like winning, which was every training day, he went past Gotens limits and won, he was surprised by Gohan's face. When Gohan went passed Gotens powers his back snapped straight, and his face went into one of pain, one that he rarely saw on his brother, I didn't bother Goten to much, because the face went away after he finished powering up.
But Gohan's power in this state seemed odd to Goten, it hadn't raised at all since the beginning of their training a month ago. Goten knew his own power had risen drastically, but Gohan's didn't seem to change what so-ever, (No time to think of that now...) Goten thought as he blocked a powerful punch that deadened his arm for a moment. Pain filled the stricken limb after feeling returned, but the arm was still moving sluggishly. After one punch his right arm was useless. This was only for a moment, but that moment was enough for Gohan to get in a barrage of blasts to his stomach, (Bad move.) He noticed Gohan's flaw in taking the shot at Gotens weakness. Goten had done the right thing and twisted his body before Gohan could land his punches after the beginning blow to his right arm, making Gohan stretch for his attacks, and leaving him off-balance and open to attack. A mistake not to be forgotten. Goten slammed his left fist in Gohan's upper torso, and his right elbow into the center of his chest, a few punches that lack description other than brutal, and finishing with kick to the face. Gohan's white armor was now stained with flecks of blood.
Bewildered by his own success over his teacher, Goten flew after the spiraling Gohan who came in contact with the white floor below with a bang. Gohan's head hung low as it drilled into the earth, dust flew rapidly upwards engulfing Goten, his senses were now the only thing guiding him towards the ground. When he felt he was close enough he flipped backwards, slowing his decent, and landing with no noise to be audible above the crackling ground he stood on. Gohan's ki was fluctuating, it felt to Goten as is his brother was falling from the state beyond Super Saiyan, and falling to Gotens level, and finally to a resting state over and over again. Goten never felt Gohan exert so much power. Slowly he walked towards Gohan. Goten was cautious about this, even though Gohan seemed like he was in some dire situation the element of surprise would definitely be on Gohan's mind.
Every time Gohan's power peaked it was far greater than he had felt Gohan go, (But why would he hide his power from me? His power has always been enough to beat me any ways, I guess he thought that it just wasn't necessary) Goten thought as he cautiously stepped closer to his brother. In the dust Goten saw brilliant lights, even though he couldn't actually see his brother, every time his power topped out golden light would erupt from with the dust. As he walked closer he could see cracks running along the white ground, if you could even call it ground. Goten extended his right hand and shot out a white wave into the dust, the area cleared out and a massive hole in the floor could be seen. It was even growing larger.
Gohan was in the bottom of the hole, on one knee and both hands placed on the crackling rock below him; his back was turned to Goten. The sound of Gohan's power, and the odd hum was all that could be heard. A bone in his back was protruding his armor; blood ran profusely down his back, then vaporized by Gohan's ki. Each time his power would recede a new stream of blood would make its way down his back. Slowly Gohan reached his hand to the spot on his back where bone ended in the air. His power reached its top again and stayed there. For what seemed like hours Gohan summoned his strength and his power rose higher and higher. (How much power was he hiding from me?!), In pure astonishment Goten thought as his brother reached higher and higher levels of power. Gohan's hand moved so the tip of the bone pushed against his palm, and in a disgusting motion, he shoved the bone back into his body. Blood shot out his back, but he didn't even flinch. And to further Gotens disgust a white fire surrounded his hand, and singed the area that a bone had moments ago popped out of.
Blood ran along his leg as he stood up, the crimson fluid ran over his white boots and seeped into the cracks beneath. As he stood up the blood stopped flowing. His hand went to his right hip and switched off a little black box. A high pitched squeal escaped the box and the humming noise silenced, Gohan's ki sky rocketed as if a mask had been pulled off an actor, and his true face had been revealed, an astonishing face.
"I'll have to thank Bulma when we leave..." Gohan said, looking at his biceps, "This really helped," He looked down at the black box and the small words written on it: Mini-Gravity Machine. "A simple name for such a complicated thing." With a small laugh he let his hair fall to its normal form, he turned to Goten and spoke, "Were done for today." His face was twisted, distorted to a mass degree.
Goten looked at his Gravity Machine, the numbers read 863 times normal gravity. (Gohan already maxed the machine out. I think it stops at 1,500 in normal form, didn't he say that the stronger you are, the higher the machine can go?) Goten thought as he tried to recall the first time he used the machine and he flipped his off as well, "How much gravity are you on?"
"A lot." Gohan spoke and realized he hadn't checked his numbers in a few days, (Bulma said it would go up automatically with your power reading. I must be above 1,000 by now.) Gohan thought as he looked at his machine and was surprised to see what it read. "The highest this machine has gone was...2,732..." This even surprised himself more when he said the number aloud. (The machine must be malfunctioning. Or else Vegita had gotten to it before I did.) Vegita using it did make sense; he was after all the second most powerful person in the universe, second only to Goku, which was still saying quite a bit on Vegita's part. "I think Bulma gave us some new scouter's too, I didn't ask for them but she said that Vegita used them to monitor his progress, she thought that we should do the same. Now is as good a time as any to start." His black hair flickered as he jumped into the air and streaked towards the only mark of anyone ever being in the chamber Goten followed after Gohan. It didn't take more than a few seconds to get their, Gohan landed with a small crack. Goten flew inside the house eager to see his power level, despite the fact that it wouldn't be much compared to his brother.
His black haired brother walked quietly to black case on the floor and opened it. Ten capsules sat inside, he picked up one with the letters 'GHD' on it, pressed the button on it and threw it a few inches into the air as it popped into; a suit of armor, five senzu beans, and a small black screened scouter. He picked up the scouter and placed it onto his ear, it bleeped a few times as he turned to Goten. Small white numbers flashed onto the screen, the numbers climbed and climbed, "I don't know if that's bad or good, but you're at 472,267,193. Good job...I think. Now charge to full power." Gohan said with a smile, he knew very well that Goten hadn't revealed his true power.
With a weak smile he walked into the vast clearing of the room and started to draw his power to surface. Slowly he felt his muscles grow, (I wonder how high I can go.) He always had loved the feeling of his power flowing through him, and when he reached his limit he would try to get more. In about one minute Goten had reached his pinnacle of power, and was still scraping for more but wasn't getting very much. Still his power was rising, not by much but it was still improving. He felt a serene feeling inside him. Something soothing, slowly the feeling grew more intense. A sensual feeling almost. Gotens' eyes drifted shut as the feeling became a presence within him, the presence of untapped, raw, power.
Gohan looked on with a great interest. He'd expected Gotens power to be commendable and a worth while force against his own power, but Goten was reaching powers nearly equal to his own in his surpassed Super Saiyan form, not fully powered up but around that area, (Maybe we were right...). Gohan thought, not noticing the power reading on the scouter. A warning buzzer came from the device; the power reading was getting too high. Gohan acted quickly and changed the settings to detect much higher levels of power. It had stopped at 570,000,000. Now it read at almost 700,000,000. Gohan's face took on a look of shock, he read the number over and over again to make sure the room wasn't taking negative effects on his mind, and to see if the scouter was malfunctioning. But in his shock he blocked out the feeling of Gotens Ki, and as he let his mind focus on Goten he knew the scouter hadn't been malfunctioning. It was shocking to feel his younger brothers' power; Gohan had trouble registering that much Ki in his head. His power was still climbing, exponentially climbing; the scouter was near its limit. He began to wonder how much Goten could handle, he was very well trained and was a Saiyan, but even their father had his limits and Goten had to be nearing them.
The feeling inside Goten was getting stronger and stronger. In his mind he pictured himself getting stronger, he thought of beating Gohan, and the reason of why they were training at all. The desire to know that answer was driving him to limits beyond what he thought possible. The goal to be the best drove him further. If he could be the strongest then any task, anything that needed to be done that was a result of this training, he would do. All that he wanted was power, (I can feel it, I already have the power...I need to use it...I need to be the best...) Gotens thoughts were still clouded. He knew that he had the power inside him, he knew that he needed the power to defeat whatever opposed him would suffer.
What is it?
That one thought played itself throughout his mind, he had to know what it was, he knew that something was wrong but he might not be able to do anything about it. Without realizing it, the power inside him manifested into something different. It was still a raw power, something inside him that he knew no boundaries to. But the source seemed odd; it seemed to him that the question is what drove him. The power inside of Goten now acted like a driving force. It became more and more at one with him. At first it-felt great, a feeling that was unsurpassed to his knowledge, but now it felt like it was a different thing growing inside his mind. And in place of the pictures in his mind of him being the best he saw something that terrified him. The golden light of power seemed to be taking a presence inside his mind. The thing Gotens mind envisioned was somehow being carved into his thoughts, and into his mind. The thing that his mind was creating would somehow be imbedded into his thoughts forever. The form was starting to take a humanoid shape, a rather large humanoid figure. An incredibly huge humanoid figure...Its hair was standing on end, the figures body seemed to bulge from itself.
Gotens mind had wandered away from his body in a sense, he was still powering up, his power seemed to grow every time the figure became more clear. He felt his muscles growing to grand proportions out of the corners of his mind. The things face began to take shape. Its hair was golden; its nose was rather pointed and long. It was a man. His eyes were twisted and bloodshot, disfigured into an ungodly rage. A mouth took place, blood ran profusely out of the opening, his teeth were stained red, it looked as if he was screaming. It was now clear that his eyes were bleeding, not bloodshot. The creature's face was covered in scratches, bruises and bloodied scars. The terror that filled Gotens body now drove him to be stronger, until he noticed the creature, and his scream became audible...
"KAKAROTTOOOOOOO!"
Goten felt his body-lock up, he went into a state of shock. The voice was clotted with blood, and agony. The state where Saiyans reached their peak power, when their mind was blinded with unaltered rage...
Broli did not seem happy. The giant Super Saiyans gaze drifted, and locked on to Gotens, pupils were barely noticeable beneath the pools of blood, tears of red streamed down his face and covered the enormous chest. His scream stopped, and his mind was quite until Broli's voice boomed once again,
"You will die along with your father, and brother."
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Derassa stood in front of his newly adopted trainer, he knew very well that he would die in a short time, and he wasn't planning on going down without taking something with him. But he still couldn't understand the logic of Jenhuka leaving him alive for anything else than a play toy...Maybe that was the reason.
"For now, we train. You must be stronger than you are now." Jenhuka spoke with a flat tone; no emotion what so ever was detected in his voice. He walked to the main computer and inputted some numbers. The ship then seemed to come alive. A loud buzz rang through the ship as machines were turned on, the circular ship's walls started to pull down, and when the top of the wall stopped another wall behind that began, and that wall pulled down. This process repeated itself until the small ship was now enormous, the size of a small planet at least. The buzzing stopped, and the machines quieted down do a hush. "This is our training ground. Gravity training starts now at 800 times your planets gravity." Derassa was blown back by that, but he hid his feelings and started to warm up, doing various exercises resembling aerobics. His trainer flew up and input three numbers, and flew back down. The gravity wasn't coming on gradually, it came on with a loud bang of force, not giving either warrior time to react, but neither of them even flinched, "Power up to your maximum."
Derassa nodded and exploded with power, it took him moments to achieve full power. The gravity seemed to float away. "Computer, gravity increase by 200." Jenhuka spoke, and once again the gravity pounded down on them, but still neither of them even gave recognition to the extra weight, "Now throw your strongest Ki attack at me, excluding the one you just used." The alien nodded again and put both his hands together above his head, and called upon his strength. A blue glow only a few inches in diameter appeared meters above them. The few inches quickly became a few feet, into a few yards. The ball was quite formidably sized, and the attack's owner hadn't even broken a sweat.
(Maybe I can finish him off now, no. That'd take the ship out too. Dammit!) He thought as he poured more energy into his sizeable creation. A crackling sound emanated from inside the monstrosity, it almost appeared to be a ball of electricity. It continued to grow, now it seemed about 1/8 the size of the ship they were in. But as many say, size doesn't matter. The attack slowly ceased to move, and for a minute it just sat there, not moving, but still being packed with power, a silent minute save for the crackling attack Derassa held with his mind. The crackling noise grew louder steadily as if it were coming closer, like foot-steps walking from far away coming closer. It had started as a whisper, but now it was a deafening yell, for some reason the noise was building. Gathering for one momentous moment.
But what would happen? That question was one to be answered shortly. With a boom that made Derassa flinch the ball halved in size, another boom, it then reduced to a size no more than three feet in diameter. A spark of slight interest raced through Jens mind but faded quickly, these aliens were just full of surprises. Another thought crossed his demented head; what other surprises would this creature hold? He was sure that his power wouldn't increase too dramatically while he was powering this long of an attack. But maybe he had another form, (That purple dude father was talking about had four forms...Maybe this guy is of his race or related too it...) Now Jen had a new goal, to force him to change. Of course if he pushed the creature to his limits in this form and he didn't have a more powerful transformation then Derassa would die. That didn't bother him in the least. If he couldn't take a little torture then he wouldn't be worthy of Jen's presence, the filthy thing would die either way sooner or later. And in his long warrior career he always chose sooner.
After this pitiful 'attack' he decided to start his own attack, but even at this power level he would have to hold back, and he hated pulling his punches. Derassa had noticed Jen drift off mentally, physically he hadn't moved an inch or even blinked. But his heritage gave him the ability to sense others minds, discover certain secrets, and just about anything in a persons mind that had to do with fighting, and Jen had a sort of mental barrier around every thing except what his attention is directed to. Right now it was on his thoughts, that made no sense to him...Derassa closed his eyes and forced more energy into the crackling ball while he tried fruitlessly to probe deeper into Jen's hard, cold excuse for a brain. In Derassa's head, which coincidentally was Jens picture of his own mind, he saw a building, large and brown. It was just brown, no doors, just large and brown. Now he saw his body advancing on the plain building-which doubtlessly held Jens thoughts and his very being. Implementing his Kami given abilities he searched all sides of the building.
He saw nothing at all except the building, this didn't make sense either. A person couldn't set up a barrier like this unless expecting someone to do so, even then it would be very difficult to keep the barrier set. This man was no ordinary fighter, obviously, he had a power of which Derassa was sure no other man had. The scary part, or parts, was that Derassa sensed that Jen wasn't powered up, but was instead at a rather contained level which would take effort to stay that low if they were strong enough. The other was that he could set up a barrier, something that could resist another persons probing interests. It wasn't that he had never seen a fighter with this ability. But it was that all the fighters that could do this spent most their lives training on it, and had very little fighting power. This unbelievable man shared the best traits of both worlds; power and an intellectual mind far surpassing his own.
He was far in over his head.
Thank you, and good night, ill have the next chapter out soon.
Goten stood in the middle of the blank dimension of white, if it had a middle, his green eyes were closed tight forming creases along the contours of his face, beads of sweat ran down his chin forming small droplets and falling to splash against the white floor. Saiyan armor clung tightly to his body, black straps ran over his shoulders. His hands in fists at shoulder height in front of him, he sat waiting, waiting for something to happen. In a blur his arms went up, and he spun around, flinging his arms in random directions. A low grunt escaping his throat every time his arms stopped at some un-seen barrier. Faster and faster his hands went, his eyes remained shut, to a bystander it might appear as a dance to an odd hum circling around the distinguished fighter.
Whizzing noises flew by him that only someone with warrior traits could pick up on. Gotens eyes flashed open as his fist soared straight up and sent Gohan doubling over. Following the blow to his trainers gut, he pounded into his chest, stomach and arms, majestically fast and accurate was his fist, "HAAAA!" Goten screamed as he used a small ki ball to propel his fist into Gohan's chin, Gohan rolled in the air, soaring farther and farther away from Goten. With a boom Goten shot in front of Gohan, and with a move that could be considered a dance, he spun with his body parallel to the ground and his feet swinging upwards, then brought down heavily into Gohan's back. A gut wrenching crack came after the impact.
Gohan just smiled, despite his probable broken bones, he impacted on the ground with a bang, leaving a sizeable crater in the ground, more than equal to a ki attack, "Ah, not bad Goten! You're improving!" Gohan said happily a few feet in front of his brother, his back arched to accommodate his injury, the dust below still hadn't settled, "But still, you're not strong enough." The green in his eyes melted away into the white surrounding them, his hair grew inches longer, and seemed to be shaded in darker now, as if an artist had painted him and decided to elaborate on their master-piece's features. A rapid ascent in power to say the least. Goten wasn't surprised to feel Gohan's true power. Whenever Gohan felt like winning, which was every training day, he went past Gotens limits and won, he was surprised by Gohan's face. When Gohan went passed Gotens powers his back snapped straight, and his face went into one of pain, one that he rarely saw on his brother, I didn't bother Goten to much, because the face went away after he finished powering up.
But Gohan's power in this state seemed odd to Goten, it hadn't raised at all since the beginning of their training a month ago. Goten knew his own power had risen drastically, but Gohan's didn't seem to change what so-ever, (No time to think of that now...) Goten thought as he blocked a powerful punch that deadened his arm for a moment. Pain filled the stricken limb after feeling returned, but the arm was still moving sluggishly. After one punch his right arm was useless. This was only for a moment, but that moment was enough for Gohan to get in a barrage of blasts to his stomach, (Bad move.) He noticed Gohan's flaw in taking the shot at Gotens weakness. Goten had done the right thing and twisted his body before Gohan could land his punches after the beginning blow to his right arm, making Gohan stretch for his attacks, and leaving him off-balance and open to attack. A mistake not to be forgotten. Goten slammed his left fist in Gohan's upper torso, and his right elbow into the center of his chest, a few punches that lack description other than brutal, and finishing with kick to the face. Gohan's white armor was now stained with flecks of blood.
Bewildered by his own success over his teacher, Goten flew after the spiraling Gohan who came in contact with the white floor below with a bang. Gohan's head hung low as it drilled into the earth, dust flew rapidly upwards engulfing Goten, his senses were now the only thing guiding him towards the ground. When he felt he was close enough he flipped backwards, slowing his decent, and landing with no noise to be audible above the crackling ground he stood on. Gohan's ki was fluctuating, it felt to Goten as is his brother was falling from the state beyond Super Saiyan, and falling to Gotens level, and finally to a resting state over and over again. Goten never felt Gohan exert so much power. Slowly he walked towards Gohan. Goten was cautious about this, even though Gohan seemed like he was in some dire situation the element of surprise would definitely be on Gohan's mind.
Every time Gohan's power peaked it was far greater than he had felt Gohan go, (But why would he hide his power from me? His power has always been enough to beat me any ways, I guess he thought that it just wasn't necessary) Goten thought as he cautiously stepped closer to his brother. In the dust Goten saw brilliant lights, even though he couldn't actually see his brother, every time his power topped out golden light would erupt from with the dust. As he walked closer he could see cracks running along the white ground, if you could even call it ground. Goten extended his right hand and shot out a white wave into the dust, the area cleared out and a massive hole in the floor could be seen. It was even growing larger.
Gohan was in the bottom of the hole, on one knee and both hands placed on the crackling rock below him; his back was turned to Goten. The sound of Gohan's power, and the odd hum was all that could be heard. A bone in his back was protruding his armor; blood ran profusely down his back, then vaporized by Gohan's ki. Each time his power would recede a new stream of blood would make its way down his back. Slowly Gohan reached his hand to the spot on his back where bone ended in the air. His power reached its top again and stayed there. For what seemed like hours Gohan summoned his strength and his power rose higher and higher. (How much power was he hiding from me?!), In pure astonishment Goten thought as his brother reached higher and higher levels of power. Gohan's hand moved so the tip of the bone pushed against his palm, and in a disgusting motion, he shoved the bone back into his body. Blood shot out his back, but he didn't even flinch. And to further Gotens disgust a white fire surrounded his hand, and singed the area that a bone had moments ago popped out of.
Blood ran along his leg as he stood up, the crimson fluid ran over his white boots and seeped into the cracks beneath. As he stood up the blood stopped flowing. His hand went to his right hip and switched off a little black box. A high pitched squeal escaped the box and the humming noise silenced, Gohan's ki sky rocketed as if a mask had been pulled off an actor, and his true face had been revealed, an astonishing face.
"I'll have to thank Bulma when we leave..." Gohan said, looking at his biceps, "This really helped," He looked down at the black box and the small words written on it: Mini-Gravity Machine. "A simple name for such a complicated thing." With a small laugh he let his hair fall to its normal form, he turned to Goten and spoke, "Were done for today." His face was twisted, distorted to a mass degree.
Goten looked at his Gravity Machine, the numbers read 863 times normal gravity. (Gohan already maxed the machine out. I think it stops at 1,500 in normal form, didn't he say that the stronger you are, the higher the machine can go?) Goten thought as he tried to recall the first time he used the machine and he flipped his off as well, "How much gravity are you on?"
"A lot." Gohan spoke and realized he hadn't checked his numbers in a few days, (Bulma said it would go up automatically with your power reading. I must be above 1,000 by now.) Gohan thought as he looked at his machine and was surprised to see what it read. "The highest this machine has gone was...2,732..." This even surprised himself more when he said the number aloud. (The machine must be malfunctioning. Or else Vegita had gotten to it before I did.) Vegita using it did make sense; he was after all the second most powerful person in the universe, second only to Goku, which was still saying quite a bit on Vegita's part. "I think Bulma gave us some new scouter's too, I didn't ask for them but she said that Vegita used them to monitor his progress, she thought that we should do the same. Now is as good a time as any to start." His black hair flickered as he jumped into the air and streaked towards the only mark of anyone ever being in the chamber Goten followed after Gohan. It didn't take more than a few seconds to get their, Gohan landed with a small crack. Goten flew inside the house eager to see his power level, despite the fact that it wouldn't be much compared to his brother.
His black haired brother walked quietly to black case on the floor and opened it. Ten capsules sat inside, he picked up one with the letters 'GHD' on it, pressed the button on it and threw it a few inches into the air as it popped into; a suit of armor, five senzu beans, and a small black screened scouter. He picked up the scouter and placed it onto his ear, it bleeped a few times as he turned to Goten. Small white numbers flashed onto the screen, the numbers climbed and climbed, "I don't know if that's bad or good, but you're at 472,267,193. Good job...I think. Now charge to full power." Gohan said with a smile, he knew very well that Goten hadn't revealed his true power.
With a weak smile he walked into the vast clearing of the room and started to draw his power to surface. Slowly he felt his muscles grow, (I wonder how high I can go.) He always had loved the feeling of his power flowing through him, and when he reached his limit he would try to get more. In about one minute Goten had reached his pinnacle of power, and was still scraping for more but wasn't getting very much. Still his power was rising, not by much but it was still improving. He felt a serene feeling inside him. Something soothing, slowly the feeling grew more intense. A sensual feeling almost. Gotens' eyes drifted shut as the feeling became a presence within him, the presence of untapped, raw, power.
Gohan looked on with a great interest. He'd expected Gotens power to be commendable and a worth while force against his own power, but Goten was reaching powers nearly equal to his own in his surpassed Super Saiyan form, not fully powered up but around that area, (Maybe we were right...). Gohan thought, not noticing the power reading on the scouter. A warning buzzer came from the device; the power reading was getting too high. Gohan acted quickly and changed the settings to detect much higher levels of power. It had stopped at 570,000,000. Now it read at almost 700,000,000. Gohan's face took on a look of shock, he read the number over and over again to make sure the room wasn't taking negative effects on his mind, and to see if the scouter was malfunctioning. But in his shock he blocked out the feeling of Gotens Ki, and as he let his mind focus on Goten he knew the scouter hadn't been malfunctioning. It was shocking to feel his younger brothers' power; Gohan had trouble registering that much Ki in his head. His power was still climbing, exponentially climbing; the scouter was near its limit. He began to wonder how much Goten could handle, he was very well trained and was a Saiyan, but even their father had his limits and Goten had to be nearing them.
The feeling inside Goten was getting stronger and stronger. In his mind he pictured himself getting stronger, he thought of beating Gohan, and the reason of why they were training at all. The desire to know that answer was driving him to limits beyond what he thought possible. The goal to be the best drove him further. If he could be the strongest then any task, anything that needed to be done that was a result of this training, he would do. All that he wanted was power, (I can feel it, I already have the power...I need to use it...I need to be the best...) Gotens thoughts were still clouded. He knew that he had the power inside him, he knew that he needed the power to defeat whatever opposed him would suffer.
What is it?
That one thought played itself throughout his mind, he had to know what it was, he knew that something was wrong but he might not be able to do anything about it. Without realizing it, the power inside him manifested into something different. It was still a raw power, something inside him that he knew no boundaries to. But the source seemed odd; it seemed to him that the question is what drove him. The power inside of Goten now acted like a driving force. It became more and more at one with him. At first it-felt great, a feeling that was unsurpassed to his knowledge, but now it felt like it was a different thing growing inside his mind. And in place of the pictures in his mind of him being the best he saw something that terrified him. The golden light of power seemed to be taking a presence inside his mind. The thing Gotens mind envisioned was somehow being carved into his thoughts, and into his mind. The thing that his mind was creating would somehow be imbedded into his thoughts forever. The form was starting to take a humanoid shape, a rather large humanoid figure. An incredibly huge humanoid figure...Its hair was standing on end, the figures body seemed to bulge from itself.
Gotens mind had wandered away from his body in a sense, he was still powering up, his power seemed to grow every time the figure became more clear. He felt his muscles growing to grand proportions out of the corners of his mind. The things face began to take shape. Its hair was golden; its nose was rather pointed and long. It was a man. His eyes were twisted and bloodshot, disfigured into an ungodly rage. A mouth took place, blood ran profusely out of the opening, his teeth were stained red, it looked as if he was screaming. It was now clear that his eyes were bleeding, not bloodshot. The creature's face was covered in scratches, bruises and bloodied scars. The terror that filled Gotens body now drove him to be stronger, until he noticed the creature, and his scream became audible...
"KAKAROTTOOOOOOO!"
Goten felt his body-lock up, he went into a state of shock. The voice was clotted with blood, and agony. The state where Saiyans reached their peak power, when their mind was blinded with unaltered rage...
Broli did not seem happy. The giant Super Saiyans gaze drifted, and locked on to Gotens, pupils were barely noticeable beneath the pools of blood, tears of red streamed down his face and covered the enormous chest. His scream stopped, and his mind was quite until Broli's voice boomed once again,
"You will die along with your father, and brother."
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Derassa stood in front of his newly adopted trainer, he knew very well that he would die in a short time, and he wasn't planning on going down without taking something with him. But he still couldn't understand the logic of Jenhuka leaving him alive for anything else than a play toy...Maybe that was the reason.
"For now, we train. You must be stronger than you are now." Jenhuka spoke with a flat tone; no emotion what so ever was detected in his voice. He walked to the main computer and inputted some numbers. The ship then seemed to come alive. A loud buzz rang through the ship as machines were turned on, the circular ship's walls started to pull down, and when the top of the wall stopped another wall behind that began, and that wall pulled down. This process repeated itself until the small ship was now enormous, the size of a small planet at least. The buzzing stopped, and the machines quieted down do a hush. "This is our training ground. Gravity training starts now at 800 times your planets gravity." Derassa was blown back by that, but he hid his feelings and started to warm up, doing various exercises resembling aerobics. His trainer flew up and input three numbers, and flew back down. The gravity wasn't coming on gradually, it came on with a loud bang of force, not giving either warrior time to react, but neither of them even flinched, "Power up to your maximum."
Derassa nodded and exploded with power, it took him moments to achieve full power. The gravity seemed to float away. "Computer, gravity increase by 200." Jenhuka spoke, and once again the gravity pounded down on them, but still neither of them even gave recognition to the extra weight, "Now throw your strongest Ki attack at me, excluding the one you just used." The alien nodded again and put both his hands together above his head, and called upon his strength. A blue glow only a few inches in diameter appeared meters above them. The few inches quickly became a few feet, into a few yards. The ball was quite formidably sized, and the attack's owner hadn't even broken a sweat.
(Maybe I can finish him off now, no. That'd take the ship out too. Dammit!) He thought as he poured more energy into his sizeable creation. A crackling sound emanated from inside the monstrosity, it almost appeared to be a ball of electricity. It continued to grow, now it seemed about 1/8 the size of the ship they were in. But as many say, size doesn't matter. The attack slowly ceased to move, and for a minute it just sat there, not moving, but still being packed with power, a silent minute save for the crackling attack Derassa held with his mind. The crackling noise grew louder steadily as if it were coming closer, like foot-steps walking from far away coming closer. It had started as a whisper, but now it was a deafening yell, for some reason the noise was building. Gathering for one momentous moment.
But what would happen? That question was one to be answered shortly. With a boom that made Derassa flinch the ball halved in size, another boom, it then reduced to a size no more than three feet in diameter. A spark of slight interest raced through Jens mind but faded quickly, these aliens were just full of surprises. Another thought crossed his demented head; what other surprises would this creature hold? He was sure that his power wouldn't increase too dramatically while he was powering this long of an attack. But maybe he had another form, (That purple dude father was talking about had four forms...Maybe this guy is of his race or related too it...) Now Jen had a new goal, to force him to change. Of course if he pushed the creature to his limits in this form and he didn't have a more powerful transformation then Derassa would die. That didn't bother him in the least. If he couldn't take a little torture then he wouldn't be worthy of Jen's presence, the filthy thing would die either way sooner or later. And in his long warrior career he always chose sooner.
After this pitiful 'attack' he decided to start his own attack, but even at this power level he would have to hold back, and he hated pulling his punches. Derassa had noticed Jen drift off mentally, physically he hadn't moved an inch or even blinked. But his heritage gave him the ability to sense others minds, discover certain secrets, and just about anything in a persons mind that had to do with fighting, and Jen had a sort of mental barrier around every thing except what his attention is directed to. Right now it was on his thoughts, that made no sense to him...Derassa closed his eyes and forced more energy into the crackling ball while he tried fruitlessly to probe deeper into Jen's hard, cold excuse for a brain. In Derassa's head, which coincidentally was Jens picture of his own mind, he saw a building, large and brown. It was just brown, no doors, just large and brown. Now he saw his body advancing on the plain building-which doubtlessly held Jens thoughts and his very being. Implementing his Kami given abilities he searched all sides of the building.
He saw nothing at all except the building, this didn't make sense either. A person couldn't set up a barrier like this unless expecting someone to do so, even then it would be very difficult to keep the barrier set. This man was no ordinary fighter, obviously, he had a power of which Derassa was sure no other man had. The scary part, or parts, was that Derassa sensed that Jen wasn't powered up, but was instead at a rather contained level which would take effort to stay that low if they were strong enough. The other was that he could set up a barrier, something that could resist another persons probing interests. It wasn't that he had never seen a fighter with this ability. But it was that all the fighters that could do this spent most their lives training on it, and had very little fighting power. This unbelievable man shared the best traits of both worlds; power and an intellectual mind far surpassing his own.
He was far in over his head.
Thank you, and good night, ill have the next chapter out soon.