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)


I let out a long breath as I meditate within my saiyan beyond god state.

Zenkais are... powerful.

A mere fifty thousand. And yet.

Super Saiyan God: Level 7: (5%)

Two levels.

Man. If only I was attuned to Super Saiyan God when I got my bones broken my Mira. I'd probably be at like... level twenty five or something.

I sense outwards slowly.

'is anyone around? I would have assumed at least a couple of people would come to find me after my little stunt-'

I do sense a power level nearby... and ohoho it's large.

Oppressive, yet... restrained and sort of soothing.

My eyes open and I call out. "Alright. Who the hell's out there?!"

The power level is gone in the next moment.

'huh? Alright... teleport away. That was probably goku or something.'

I reach over and pick up my scouter. 'what time is it?'

3:25

'ah, I should get back. My three minutes in the time chamber is coming up.'

I turn and begin running back towards the city, hopping from rock to rock easily, as if I was under the moon's gravity.

Pro tip: you wanna get some time in the rooms of spirit and time? Without waiting for a reservation for like... months? Just schedule it when everyone is watching the tournament. Almost nobody- barring people who have the same idea as me- are there.


Pov: elsewhere, during the tournament where Nion was obliterating a certain super saiyan two

Ah. The Conton academy grand tournament! An opportunity to slack off to 'look for potential' without having to deal with paperwork!

The pink reddish-pink haired girl lets out a sigh as she slumps down on her very own floating island orbiting the area.

A man wearing a blue gi gives her an impish smile and a wave as his and his family's island passes reasonably close by.

She smiles and waves back as she re-adjusts her neck pillow.

The island she sits atop is extremely small, barely even five feet wide, only large enough for a small chair and a table for a drink.

It's small, but she likes it that way... her job gives her a lot of... attention... most people who live here idolize her, so everyone always tries to act perfect around her... it's sad to say, but... she only has a few people she could consider close friends. Most of them saiyans.

She frowns slightly and shakes her head.

She shouldn't think about her crippling loneliness right now! The tournament is a time for fun! For students to show off how they have improved. Last year had some really promising ones! She wonders how strong they have gotten now!

She looks down at the ground below, the seventh round should be starting soon.

Who is fighting now. The last one was sort of alright, this boy with kaioken held up fairly decently with a majiin one year older than him, but he lost in the end. The only match that she would classify as 'good' so far would be the third one, where a saiyan fought against a mystic human.

The human barely won out in the end, but it was a close fight!

"let's see here..." The girl lowly mutters.

Two saiyans- wait... they both look familiar.

Her eyes lock onto one of the two.

WAIT!

It's that little brat!

It's the one that made the Broly descendant really mad!

That brat! She only gets like a week off in the summer months! And a majority of it last year was spent fixing the girl's seals!

Honestly she has no idea HOW she was able to become super saiyan, only a few of the seals were holding, but that boy's taunts pushed her over the edge.

The girl probably would have been completely fine if she hadn't got an obnoxious little brat as her opponent! Then she wouldn't have been forced to miss the rest of tournament!

Yeah, she's still a little jaded about that.

She looks to his opponent.

Hn. Yeah, he looks familiar as well, but she can't quite put her finger on it.

He seems very flippant and nonchalant from what she can see from up here.

He's clearly confident and hiding his power. Which is lucky, the brat is far too arrogant for his own good.

The annoying boy blasts forwards, they clash briefly.

Suddenly the other boy power up.

'I- is that a second year?! What the heck?!' The kai thinks to herself.

His power is incredible- for a second year- more than twice as powerful as the broly girl from what she can sense.

What follows is possibly one of the most one-sided beatdowns she has ever seen in these tournaments... er- someone of a lower year beating up someone older, of course.

Suddenly the brat turns super saiyan, but instead of his opponent following along he just... powers up again?

It's a lot more even now, but the non super saiyan is still doing far better that the super saiyan, eventually the brat kicks it up to super saiyan two- and begrudgingly the kai must admit that is impressive- but the boy just powers up even more and proceeds to absolutely obliterate the super saiyan two.

The kai stares in awe. Is that... a second year with a base power of around seventy million?!

She narrows her eyes at the crackling white aura. His power feels familiar. But she just can't place it.

His power drops as he turns and walks away, white aura disappearing completely.

Is that a transformation of some sort? It sort of seems like it... mystic perhaps?

No. She knows all of the saiyans who were given mystic, and he wasn't one of them...

A new transformation? Strong enough to match Super Saiyan Two?

That certainly is interesting!

She can't wait to see what else he does in the tournament!


Pov: later

Its time! This next match is going to possibly be one of the most even fights in the tournament!

This'll be a fight to remember! Fourth year number eight, versus second year number seven!

She watches the saiyan enigma stand across from the large insect-like creature, they both power up, and begin their fight.

The battle is frankly awesome... but the saiyan is on the losing end of their quick clashes.

Suddenly the android brings out instant transmission, gaining a considerable advantage, then the saiyan brings out really advanced ki constructs...

That's seriously impressive.

They fight for a while before the android begins to maliciously abuse instant transmission.

An ominous presence descends on the arena as the saiyan props the scythe on his shoulder.

He swings his scythe downwards, creating a massive wave of energy that rushes towards the android, it looks like he wants to teleport away but... he decides against it?

He tanks the blow, and that's fine and dandy but what catches the kai's attention is the overwhelming- but oddly welcoming- presence making itself known from a massive rip in what seems like reality, right above the saiyan.

The kai tenses. "What the hell is that?!"

An attack on Conton?! No...

Her heart almost stops as three figures fall from the rip, landing beside the boy.

He doesn't look all that bothered as three copies loom around him.

He and the copies manage to ring-out the android, and with a snap of his fingers, the rift slams shut. The three copies disappearing as if they weren't even there to begin with...

"WHAT THE HECK WHAT THAT?!" The girl shrieks.

She's going to get to the bottom of this.


She had followed him to a spot in the outskirts of Conton.

Wait... she remembers this place! He's that kid who mastered kaioken!

He can also make tears in reality?!

He is sat on the ground, legs crossed as he meditates calmly, a white aura crackling around him.

That's definitely some form of transformation... but what? She MUST get to the bottom of this! This is the most fun she has had in years!

The boy's eyes slowly open. "Alright. Who the hell's out there?!"

She flinches, and on impulse teleports away.

The woman pauses... now in the safety of the time nest.

"Was... I making too much noise?" She quietly mutters to herself.

She must have been... her ki is utterly invisible to non-supreme kais.

She shakes her head. Maybe she should just walk up and ask.

She senses outwards, but the boy is swiftly making his way back to the city.

"Hn?"

What's he doing now?


Pov: Returned.

I let out a low hum as I look around.

"Ah well. I shelled out three hundred thousand for this."

Behind me is a Small capsule corp building with two large hourglasses filled with sand beside the door.

Every time those empty... six hours will have passed.

I roll my shoulder and let out a yawn, I turn up the weight of my gravity belt and grin.

This place multiplies the gravity by ten... combined with my belt I am currently feeling one hundred times gravity.

"Let's get started!"

A scythe appears in my hand and with a swing I rip a hole in reality.

Three clones appear and stare blankly at me.

I point to the centermost one.

"You. Saiyan beyond god and kaioken times seven."

The clone stares blankly at me for a moment, then a white aura surrounds it, quickly followed by a red aura.

I point to the other two. "You two focus on healing me."

I point to the middle one. "You are going to fight me as hard as you can. No face punches. I want you to grant me as much zenkai power as possible."

The clone clenches its fist and stares at me, red and white crackling aura surrounding it.

"LET'S GO!"


I let out a low chuckle as I walk towards the door.

I couldn't do that outside due to the ominous presence of Realm of the gods... but in the time chamber? All alone?

I can fight endlessly against someone twenty times stronger than me, trying to cause real physical damage while I have two healers keep me in tip top condition.

And well...

It worked wonders.

I've gotten slightly more than I got from Mira in fact...

Eighteen hours of getting my body broken down by something considerably more powerful than myself.

All of my work has been worth it.

I step out of the time chamber, giving the man standing in the front a small wave.

A namekian passes by me and enters the chamber.

Whoever I fight next is probably fucked.


"So, Where'd you disappear to yesterday, Nion?" Beat asks. "You missed Viola's fight."

"Sorry, I bought three minutes in the time chamber yesterday."

"What?! Isn't that expensive as hell?!" Note shrieks.

"I had something I wanted to try out."

I look to the arena to see a super saiyan three and someone in a transformation similar to cooler's fifth form clashing around the arena... I honestly can't even see them. Only afterimages here and there.

One of these two... I'll have to fight one of these two.

The changeling eventually wins out in the end, battered and bruised, but standing tall.

"Ah fuck." I curse. "That's number two of the sixth years, right?"

"Yep." Erito deadpans.

"Don't worry, you've got this!" Basaku grins.

"You have to beat the fifth year first." Forte slowly frowns.

"Hm. Right. I should probably get down there. I'll see you guys later." I wave.

The group gives me their assorted goodbyes as I stand up and swiftly make my way to the arena.

I let out a low hum as I wait in the locker room.

A small screen above the door flashes "Please Walk Out"

I begin my quiet stride outside.

The crowd cheers at my appearance... apparently, I have become a fan favorite.

I step up into the arena as my opponent does.

It's a human with short curly black hair, hazel eyes, and a darker skintone.

She smiles and gives me a wave as I take my place across from her.

"So." She begins "You're the kid who sliced a hole in reality. That's cool."

"I guess." I shrug. "You got Kaioken."

"I do." She nods. "I don't use it much anymore, though."

"So Mystic, then... alright." I note.

"You seem awfully confident." The girl observes.

"I've got a couple tricks up my sleeves." I grin.

"Like ripping holes in reality." The girl scoffs.

"Would you believe me if I said that was tamer than what else I've got?" I smirk.

She stares at me for a long moment.

"Show me." She deadpans.

"If you push me, sure, I'll show you my trump card."

"Oh?" She questions with a slight savage glint in her eye.

My power spikes briefly, but no white aura appears. I'm roughly equal to her base power now.

"So. My name's Nion. What's yours" I ask.

"Bree." She answers.

"BEGIN!"

"Times Twenty." She states with a small glare.

I power up to my Saiyan Beyond God state, matching her power. In fact, I'm a little stronger than her.

She seemingly compares our strength for a moment before shaking her head and dropping out of kaioken.

A white aura surrounds her, looking similar to my own, yet mine is more yellow than hers.

"Oh. I see."

"Yep. Mystic is stronger than super saiyan three." The girl grins.

"Well, I clearly can't beat you like this so I guess I'll pull out that trump card."

"You seem confident..." She notes.

"Eh, if I did my math right, this power up should get me within spitting distance of you."

"Really?" She questions. "You do know my power level in this state is in the billions, right?"

"I am aware." I deadpan as I enter the classic dragon ball charging stance.

"You are surprisingly courteous." I smile as my energy crackles. "If I was facing someone who said that they had something that could potentially beat me, I'd just toss them out of the ring before they could do it."

"I wanna see how far you can go." The girl grins.

"Before I do this... I just want to say... the people of Conton." I pause briefly. "Are fucking idiots."

"Kaioken times thirty."

A large red aura surrounds my white one as the girl gawks. "THIRTY?! Are you trying to break your body?!"

"That small mindedness is why I called everyone stupid." I grin as I slowly walk forwards, the aura is erased, leaving me slightly red tinted.

"Times forty." I state, causing the aura to roar to life before being suppressed.

I lunge forwards, my fist crashing into the girl's crossed arms.

She maneuvers out of the way of my punches; she still has possibly like a billion power level on me.

"Fifty!"

The aura explodes again before being ripped back under my control.

My tail lashes out, creating a rip in reality as a scythe like blade sprouts from the end.

A clone coated in a red aura appears, smashing its fist into the girl's cheek, turning her head to the side.

It poofs into white smoke as the kaioken strains its body, the girl's hand swiping through the mist

'I see... that was a times sixty seven... they poof when they feel any sort of strain at all... but times fifty should be sustainable for them.

The other two slip past her guard as my fists hammer on her blocking arms.

They are weaker than her, sure, but I bet those didn't feel all that good judging by how she grits her teeth and lets out a small groan.

Oh. Those were sharpened arrow-like ki blasts as well.

Ouch.

Her eyes narrow as her fist blurs forwards.

"Times sixty seven."

The aura appears, absolutely colossal in scale, but this time it doesn't disappear, I narrowly avoid her attack as the clones hammer two more blasts into her back.

With a flash of movement, I grab her face and toss her up into the sky, swiftly reappear above her, then with a trio of kicks I kick her towards the edge of the arena and unleash a massive ki wave at her.

She gets carried out of the arena and smashes into the ground with a loud explosion.

I land on the arena, dropping out of kaioken with a long breath.

I couldn't fuck around with her. Times fifty was weak enough that I didn't want to test it. And times sixty seven was bound to run out sooner of later.

With a snap of my fingers the rip closes.

I turn and swiftly walk out of the arena.


*Knock Knock Knock*

I sit on my bed, staring at the wall.

Oh great. Another person is here to harass me.

They always leave after a couple of minutes.

But it could be someone I know, so I sense outwards, but... nobody is at my door.

'Ding dong ditching little sh-'

*Knock Knock Knock*

Hang on. What?

*Knock Knock Knock*

I stand up slowly and take a singular step towards the door.

"E-Excuse me... Nion?" I hear a feminine voice ask from the other side.

I unlock the door and slowly open it.

"Can I help y-"

I blink slowly at a girl, she's actually a little shorter than I am. She has orangish hair, light pink skin, pointed ears, a skin tight sleeveless black shirt covering her chest, and a kai robe loosely draped around her shoulders. She wears baggy black pants and simple white high heel boots... which means I- a twelve year old- am taller than her despite the fact she is wearing high heels.

Who cares that I am built like Teen Gohan it's still crazy.

"Can I help you?" I slowly ask.

The girl places her hands on her hips, probably a little irked about the possibility of me ignoring her. "May I please speak with you."

"About what?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

She bows her head slightly. "I, Chronoa, acknowledge your achievements, and as the head of the time patrol wish to negotiate the terms of you teaching your technique to others."

"…"

"The kaioken or the ripping a hole in reality thing. Because I'm going to be completely honest I have no clue how I managed the latter."

"I was referring to the kaioken..." The woman slowly states. "May... I come in?"

I step out of the way and gesture inside.

She steps inside, allowing me to close the door.

She looks around slowly, seemingly judging my extremely small living space.

I gesture around. "You can take a seat anywhere."

She spies the stool slid up under a part of the countertop and slides it out with her ki.

She takes a seat atop it as I take a seat on my bed.

"Alright." The kai slowly nods. "I suppose I should start with this... most people abandoned the kaioken before reaching times twenty. A times twenty multiplier is really low in the grand scheme of things... it didn't play nice with transformations, and there are definitely better options... the only people who tended to push the kaioken were the majiins and the namekians, who abused their unusual regeneration abilities to force themselves past their limits... even with that, it wasn't normal for someone to surpass even a twenty five."

"Yet you did something extraordinary... not only have you surpassed the twenty limits without relying on regeneration, you pushed it even beyond the level of Super Saiyan."

"Good job!" She smiles as she gives me a thumbs up.

"I've also managed to master it up to a times fifty." I state as I scratch the back of my neck.

"Another flaw of the kaioken is how energy intensive it is. Even the Oozaru transformation drains less energy. For you to have mastered it in any state is already a feat in and of its self."

"I mean, there's also the fact that I can easily stack my kaioken on top of transformations without any form of strain."

"…"

"What?" The kai slowly asks.

"Oh yeah. It's pretty simple." I shrug as I lean back slightly. "The strain is just multiplied by the number... so if you are a super saiyan and you try to use kaioken, it's as if you were pulling a kaioken times fifty."

"…"

"You have single handedly revolutionized kaioken..." The kai states. "Kind of ironic that it would be a saiyan to do it."

"About that. Can you please teach saiyans how to do it if they want? Cause really, I nearly killed myself several times while I was trying to learn it." I glare.

"I- will see what I can do." The woman nods. "Now for negotiation."

"Kee kee?" A shrill voice interrupts.

Kai- the Kaiwareman- pokes his head out of his plant pot.

"It's alright Kai. You can go back to sleep."

"Kree." It states as it retreats back into the soil.

"As I was saying." The Supreme Kai continues. "What would it take for you to freely teach others your kaioken variant?"

"What will you offer." I shrug.

The kai pauses and cups her chin. "Hn... this is a grand achievement. You shattered the limits of kaioken and practically made an entirely new technique from the ground up... a super kaioken if you will... this greatly increases the strength of the time patrols many races without a form of transformation. And by greatly I mean greatly. You have shown the potential for a times sixty and mastery of times fifty... that would be like giving every single person in Conton super saiyan... even the final form changelings."

She looks up. "What may interest you?"

"Training." I state. "Anything to increase my base power."

"I see..." The kai slowly mutters. "I could have the elder kai unlock your potential for you... you'd gain a fair boost from the ceremony and access to the mystic state."

"But that doesn't seem like enough." The kai frowns. "With your power level and your kaioken you could probably just win whatever tournaments that have the power as a reward. Even without using super saiyan."

"Maybe some Yemma fruits? No... those don't increase your power level by that much. Fruit from the tree of might? A larger increase than a Yemma fruit... but once more not as much of an increase."

She cups her chin, deeply pondering.

"I could offer some free time in the room on spirit and time."

"There are three things I can think of that deeply interest me." I cut in.

I hold up a finger. "Unlocking my potential."

I hold up another. "Some free time in the time chamber."

I hold up a third finger. "Ultra divine water."

The kai frowns slightly.

"Hn. that last one is a little... dangerous. I will see what I can do, though. Are we in an agreement." She asks while holding out a hand.

"Personally, I hate how people are underutilizing the kaioken, so sure." I shrug, taking her hand and shaking it.

"Alright... now for other things." The kai slowly states. "Stop ripping holes in reality within Conton city! There isn't any permanent damage, sure, so I won't punish you, but the oppressive feeling is making people feel uncomfortable, and the breaking of instant transmission is annoying some people! How did you even manage to do that?!"

"I just... slashed really hard?" I weakly explain.

"You just-" she sharply inhales then exhales while rubbing her face. "What you did should be physically impossible... why does it make clones? Why does it stop instant transmission? Why does ripping a hole in reality do anything like that?!"

She lets out a sigh. "Ah well... anyways, I said that I won't punish you... but I won't forgive you... unleeesss? Could you maybe elaborate on what that aura thing you do?"

She stares at me with a slight sparkle in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"That white aura thing? You used it to beat the super saiyan two, right?"

"Oh." I lowly hum. "That."

Eh. Might as well tell her.

"Saiyan spirit. Times twenty multiplier. Something I figured out due to not being able to go super saiyan."

"You can't go super saiyan?!"

"I mean, I probably could if I put my mind to it, but I want to find my own way... for a while at least." I shrug.

"Wait... even with your large base power a times twenty would do nothing against a super saiyan two." The kai frowns.

"That's because I tapped into some of the power of kaioken. So little that it didn't tint my body or make an aura."

The woman slowly nods as she gets up seemingly accepting that answer. "Well. Thank you for speaking with me... I will come find you after the tournament. I hope you have a pleasant evening."

I watch as she walks across the room and goes to the door, she opens it, then leaves silently, closing the door behind her.

"Hn." I hum.

My technique which someone could easily figure out by watching me in exchange for Mystic, ultra-divine water, and free time in the chamber? I'd say that's worth it. The sooner I get super saiyan god... the sooner I don't have to worry about most things.

The elder kai's ritual does grant quite a lot of power... maybe instead of super saiyan god I could use it for... something else.

I should probably get some sleep, though... tomorrow's match is going to be borderline impossible.


I stand across from a greyish looking Changeling in its final form, it has several greenish gems across its body.

His tail lashes out behind him as he smiles. "So, you are that upstart who managed to get so far in the tournament."

"I guess I am." I nod. "The last girl said something like that as well."

"My name is Drice." He greets.

"I'm Nion. But you probably already know that."

He bulks up, growing easily three or four feet taller, his muscles bulge as his orb-like head suddenly elongates, a large frill swiftly forming, his bio armor thickens, spikes protruding from his forearms and shoulders, his tail gains a bone barb at the very tip.

I power up into my Saiyan Beyond God state and stack a kaioken times fifty upon it. My whitish yellow and red aura crackles for a moment before disappearing, leaving me with nothing more than a red tinge.

Hoo boy... I have my work cut out for me... like this, he's about ten times as strong as me.

Ten... times.

Hm.

"Begin!"

Neither of us move.

"Boy." The fifth form Frieza race states, his deep voice echoing out. "Because I have copied one of your ideas... and because of how much weaker you are than myself I will allow you one free attack."

A blade of ki sprouts from the tip of his tail, quickly scratching a circle in the katchin below him. "I will not move from this spot. Hit me with all you've got."

"All I've got?" I mutter. "Well, you've got it."

I slam my hands together in front of me, a crackling ball of yellow energy forms as lightning arcs across the arena, arcing from the ball.

"A final flash?" The Changeling mutters.

"No. Not quite." I grin as I shift my stance, moving the orb to the side, the orb suddenly becomes a swirling mass of blue and yellow rapidly twisting in between my hands, blue, yellow, and even some green lightning arcs around me,

'man. If I had super saiyan right now I might have been able to knock this guy out. Ah well. Maybe this will be enough...'

The entire arena shakes as I smile slightly.

'ah who am I kidding.'

"This is everything I've got!" I shout. "FINAL KAMEHAMEHAAAAAA!"

A swirling beam of yellow and blue springs from my hands, I watch as the changeling just stands there, he suddenly raises a hand shoots a beam to combat my own.

He stops mine with seemingly no effort.

"Kaioken times Sixty seven!"

My beam pushes closer and closer, only to stop again as he seemingly pushes more power into it.

His beam slowly begins to crawl its way back towards me, I grit my teeth after about a minute, kaioken is straining my body.

"Times fifty." I whisper.

The beam begins steadily making its way back.

'damn it. If I had super saiyan I could have just stacked it on saiyan beyond god and pulled off that times ten nonsense. Well shit. I guess this is where my little rampage ends.'

The beam nears, nearly within ten feet.

'ugh. If only kaioken was a transformation- wait...'

The beam reaches my hands, barely being held back with all my strength.

Technically... if I can hold kaioken at all times... it would count as a transformation... right?

'Only one way to find out.'

"Kaioken! Double up! Times Ten!" I shout out.

Power floods through my body as the beam shoots back, a crackling, unstable looking, orange aura of power surrounds me, my beam rapidly shoots back towards the changeling, he lets out a shout as he releases the rest of his power, but it is too late, the beam reaches him.

With a grunt of exertion, he uses the last dregs of his own beam to curve the clash upwards.

Ten.

I reappear in front of him and land a brutal gut punch, that bends him inwards.

His red eyes widen as purple blood seeps from the corner of his mouth.

I whirl around and jump, launching a spin kick at his head which he blocks with his forearm, he growls, only to be cut off as my other leg comes up and smashes into his chin, snapping his head back.

Nine.

He takes a single step back and with a roar he punches down at me, snapping my head to the side as I land.

His knee comes up, but I duck it and sweep his remaining leg.

My arm comes up and blocks his tail swipe as I bring my other hand up and hammer it into his exposed side.

Eight.

He is launched a short distance, but he twists to the air and lands on his feet, immediately leaping towards me.

We clash around the arena briefly, despite my strength being more than his, he is keeping up nicely.

Four.

I land a final kick to his stomach, ending our brief clashes, he is rocketed towards the edge of the arena, but he stops himself at the last minute.

He ducks under my next punch, trying to toss me off the edge right behind him, but I twist around him with flight and hurl a barrage of ki blasts down at the changeling,

He deflects all of them with some exertion and punches me in the chest as I rush forwards, I grab onto his wrist and twist around him, smashing a leg into the back of his knee, bringing him down to a kneel.

Two.

I grab his throat and hurl him upwards, shooting him off into the sky with a beam.

All of the deflected ki blasts crash into him at once

One.

The smoke clears abruptly, revealing that he still conscious, but heavily damage.

I blur forwards-

My energy is snuffed out as the orange aura fades entirely.

I see his fist rocket towards my face, and the next thing I know I am prone in the arena, the tiles are cracked around my body, my body throbs in absolute agony, I grit my teeth as I sit up, burning through a tremendous amount of ki to even lessen the pain, one of my arms are dislocated, so I pop it back into place with a groan.

With two squeaks of his feet the fifth form changeling lands in the arena.

'switch mastery to super saiyan.'

Affirmative.

"You should give up..." He rumbles. "Your body is broken. You are in no state to fight."

I drop out of kaioken as I let out a slow breath.

"As long as I am still conscious..." I slowly state, as clouds gather overhead. "There's no way in hell I'll give up."

You have reached your training focus.

My shoulder appears to be broken, most of my ribs are, I've got a skull fracture and probably a concussion.

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

Super Saiyan Has Leveled Up

A bolt of lightning strikes the arena as my white aura flares, briefly shifting colors. "I've come this far, right? I, a second year managed to wound a sixth year... an impossible feat."

Dozens of level up screens appear all around me.

My head clears up as I bring a hand to my forehead, my hair spikes upwards briefly as my aura flickers. "All I need to win is a little push."

The changeling crosses his arms and narrows his eyes.

Another bolt of lightning strikes the arena as I let out a long breath, arms hanging limply at my sides.

My hair spikes as I let out a roar, my aura shifts in color before exploding violently off me, my hair changes color, and my eyes shift to a deep shade of blue.

I slowly clench my fist and point it at him.

A misty flowing aura ripples off me, close to my body a deep blue color, extremely tiny motes of light drift around my aura, much like bubbles in a soda, the outer flickering parts of my aura turns a deep black... my hair is an extremely dark blue, almost black color.

The aura ripples suddenly as a red aura surrounds it, and my math was correct. I can hold this endlessly.

I look up and smirk. "Well now... this is certainly a step in the right direction... wouldn't you agree?"


Nion Finally got Super Saiyan! That fuckin' took a while. Plus, he met Chronoa who has offered him stuff!

Power levels:

Nion (Post Time Chamber) 2,359,781

Nion, Saiyan Beyond God Kaioken x50: 2,501,367,860

Nion, Saiyan Beyond God Kaioken x67: 3,303,693,400

Bree (Base Power): 6,846,240

Bree (Mystic): 3,423,120,000

Drice: (Fourth Form) 5,267,224,012

Drice: (Fifth Form) 26,336,120,060

Nion: Saiyan Beyond God Kaioken x50, x10: 32,517,782,180

Nion: Super Saiyan Beyond God, Kaioken x1 (Plus Zenkai): ?

Guest Reviews:

Guest 001: The state is called 'Saiyan Beyond God' (The thing Goku uses against Frieza in the Revival F movie) but the overall skill is 'Super Saiyan God'.

Sapphireweapon12: it's not a fic. It's a legitimate animation. 'Goku Black SSJ4 vs Vegeta SSG evolved.

JustAFan123: Nothing so far, but yeah, after this people will probably stop underestimating him.

Guest 002: Pretty much, yeah.

Guest 003: Most people seem pretty keen on Chronoa, actually. So it's probably going to be her... and not the legitimate chronoa clone (I'm not joking Wairu looks literally EXACTLY like Chronoa in her first state in DBH.

Guest 004: yeah, he'll be 'offended' when some 'random fucking dude who stole goku's body' decided to 'steal' 'his' drip, techniques, and shadow clone bullshit.

Guestyperson: Sadly he can't focus on his power level, at most he can change it to 5% to power, 95% to techniques.

Daisy: Eh, sort of true.


Anyways, I'll see you all next time!