I gulped as I looked over the angry mob, their eyes full of brimstone and their hands clenched around various weapons. "I know that I'm a little late-"
I saw the pitchforks wave menacingly and gleam under the light of the double moons.
"But I was just enjoying the holidays-"
I heard bullets click into place on dull revolvers.
"But the chapter is extra long, and they will be like that from here on out."
Silence loomed over the crowd, and for a brief moment, everything was silent.
"And I'll have another chapter out as soon as I can too make up for the week I missed, along with fully rewriting the third chapter."
Again, it was like even the forest had forgotten to sing with the music of animals and the torches had forgotten to spark and crackle. Then, one by one, the crowd turned around and walked back.
"Phew," I muttered to myself. "I cannot do that again; that was way too close."
The heat was really starting to get to me.
After Gohan's… incident, I'd gone to collect the crystals that Bulma needed. Bulma wasn't kidding when she said that it was rare; I had found less a handful so far, all of which was buried deep in molten rock or in the depths of lava lakes.
Eventually, I just gave up trying to hunt the sparkling blue material on the walls, and just tore off my shirt and began swimming through the burning liquid. It kind of hurt, but I was able to manage. Of course, I could have been fine if I just turned Super Saiyan, but where's the fun in that?
Anyway, I had nearly gotten enough, and was reaching out for one of the last little chunks when Whis suddenly appeared in front of me, protected by a shield of energy. I smiled and waved for him to follow me. We soon reached the surface, and as I gasped for air, he asked me what I was doing.
"Oh this?" I laughed. "I just wanted to try a new method of training. I think it's working; my endurance feels a little greater than it did before." He examined me from head to toe, and with disdain, he answered, "Your hair is on fire." I just batted him out and asked him why he'd come here to see me.
He explained that him and Vados were putting on a friendly game called 'Baseball'. It was apparently a strange game that the Earthlings had come up with, and it must have been somewhat decent, otherwise Whis wouldn't of known about it. I hadn't known about it, and Goku had lived here for decades.
He continued to explain that Champa had requested we play it, but due to Beerus being busy, Whis and Vados would be selecting the team captains randomly to keep the game would be fair. It was kind of strange; when I thought of busy, I didn't imagine Beerus.
Oh well. Whis probably meant busy as in sleep or something. Regardless, Champa was still coming to spectate the players and eat at the post-game feast (which I too looked forward to). Whis explained where and when the game would be, and with that he left.
Shrugging, I returned to my work, and within a few minutes, I had collected the amount that Bulma had requested. I quickly dropped it off at her house, and then returned to my own home to read up on what Baseball was.
"Now you may have wondered why this game just seemed to come from out of the blue." Whis was wearing a black umpire's uniform with trace amounts of maroon. Myself along with many other people I knew were all gathered in semicircle listening to his words intently, though I did notice that Vegeta was mysteriously missing.
"Lord Champa decided that after battling Universe Seven in his and Beerus' tournament, he wanted to explore more of Earth's culture, and their delicacies. Due to this, he put on this game that we can all enjoy and 'work up a sweat'. He too will be participating, naturally on the Universe Six team.
"Because Lord Champa brought so few inhabitants from Universe Six, we will draw sticks to determine who will play on the opposing team. The player who draws the longest stick will be captain, and the two players who draw the shortest ones will be on Universe Six's team. Does this make sense?"
We all muttered our understanding, and one by one we drew sticks from the cup Whis handed around. Soon enough we'd all taken our turn and were comparing the thin pieces of wood with one another. From what I could tell, it seemed that Yamcha had drawn the longest one, while both of my sons had taken the shorter sticks.
Whis had us all hold out our sticks to see for himself, and sure enough, he declared what I had thought true. He magically changed the colors of their uniforms and sent them over to the other dugout. I waved to the two of them, and as I thought, Goten merrily waved back, but Gohan simply glowered moodily back at me.
Whis left shortly afterwards, telling us that we had 10 minutes to prepare before the game started. Yamcha, his excitement barely contained, had us all huddle together and whispered eagerly, "This is the best thing that could have happened! I know all about Baseball; we have no chance at losing."
He hastily gave us positions: I was the pitcher, he was shortstop and second base, Trunks was catcher, the small Trunks was third base, Krillin was first base, and Piccolo was all of outfield. In a way, Yamcha did seem to know some strategy for this game; I was the strongest, so I was throwing things, he had experience, so he was taking over two positions at once, Piccolo could grab everything with his long arms in outfield, etc.
I just hope Yamcha is better at baseball than he is at fighting. He had just finished explaining this when Whis came up, and he told Yamcha, "A coin flip will decide who will be hitting or playing defense first." Whis then took Yamcha up to Home Plate, while Vados did the same for Cabba.
A minute later, Yamcha came back looking frustrated. When we asked what had happened, he explained "We lost the coin toss, and now we're batting first." When we all looked confused, he elaborated, "The other team could have an opportunity to make a comeback in the last inning, and we wouldn't be able to do anything about it."
It didn't make sense to me, but whatever. He quickly wrote down a list of the order we'd be batting in, and put it up for all of us to see. Trunks would be first, followed by Krillin, Trunks mini, Yamcha, me, and finally Piccolo. Poor Piccolo, outfield and last in the batting order. I did not envy him.
Soon, Trunks picked up a bat and walked out. I saw that Gohan would be the one pitching against him. I smirked. This was going to be fun. "Go Trunks," I cheered loudly. "You can win against that rotten son of mine!" Gohan didn't look at me, but I saw the corners of his mouth curl like he had eaten something rotten.
Trunks, on the other hand, looked rather awkward, but quickly he regained his composure after a moment and stepped into the box. He tapped his bat against the plate a few times, then rose his arms, prepared to swing. "Give it everything you've got!" I looked over and saw Champa, who was playing catcher, yelling encouragement at Gohan. "Don't let that kid hit one!" Gohan smiled and said softly, but still loud enough to hear. "Trust me. I'm going all out."
With that, his translucent aura flared up, and he began to move his arm forward, preparing to throw. "If that's how you're going to be, then I'll do the same!" Dust billowed outward, and in an instant, his hair flared up into a spiky crown, a golden aura surrounding a blue interior.
With a yell, Gohan thrust the ball forward with so much force that it seemed like he was throwing a Ki Blast more than a ball. Trunks let out a grunt as he threw forward the aluminum bat, and the moment it collided with the ball, a cloud of smoke erupted from the point of impact. For a moment, nothing was visible.
Slowly, the ball of dust cleared, and the destruction was evident. A large trench had been carved where the ball had rocketed down to the plate. The plate was buried underneath pile of dirt and rubble, and the chain fence behind it had a big hole in the middle of it, with molten goo dripping on the edges.
Trunks let out a cough as he looked down at his bat, which had been mostly vaporized. As everyone looked at it, the remaining hilt crumbled into ash and blew away on the wind. Whis and Vados, safe and sound up in the air, held out their staffs, and in a moment, the park was repaired.
Vados personally floated down to Trunks, and holding out her staff, she created a new bat. "This one will not break; it's made out a much stronger material and will be able to withstand almost anything." He nodded his thanks, and accepted the metal pole from her. Whis traveled to Gohan in a similar fashion, but instead of giving anything, he scolded, "Remember? This is a friendly match. If you cause such destruction again, I shall have you thrown out. Understand?"
Gohan stared at him for a second, jaw locked, but finally, he seemed to deflate, and said emotionlessly, "Fine. I was just following my captain's orders." Vados handed a new ball to Gohan, and he turned towards home plate, where Trunks was crouched, ready for to hit the ball. Gohan wound up the pitch, and flawlessly threw the ball.
It was clearly slower this time, and it didn't glow with a harsh light like the last one did. Taking a half step forward, Trunks swung the bat, and it connected to the ball. A loud crack emanated from the metal rod as the ball flew straight upwards. It didn't seem to be traveling forward at all. In fact, it was going backwards a little bit. Everyone, even Trunks stared at it as it flew down… straight into Champa's glove.
"Woo-hoo!" He danced back and forth as he sang, "I caught the ball! I caught the ball! You're out, so get out of here!" With the last sentence, he pointed at Trunks, who dejectedly walked back to our dugout. He took of his helmet and muttered something like, "I'm sorry guys…"
I didn't say anything, but the rest of the team crowded around him, giving encouragement like, "You did your best," and, "A great attempt for your first time ever playing." Soon enough, he had cheered up a little and watched as Krillin walked up to the plate. Gohan pitched him another speedy ball, and Krillin hit it straight up the third base line.
It bounced right past Goten, and continued to make its way outfield, where Magetta awkwardly batted at it with his clawed fist. He made a few attempts to grab at it and pick it up with his unwieldy limb. After failing twice, he simply kicked it over to second base, where Cabba scooped up the rolling ball. Krillin, halfway there, skidded to a stop, and hastily ran back to first base.
Cabba chucked it at Botamo, but he fortunately fumbled it for a moment, giving Krillin just enough time to slide back into the safety of first. I let out the breath that I had been unknowingly holding; baseball really was kind of intense and fun. Once Vados had called him safe, the little Trunks ran up to the plate. Judging from the big grin on his face and how he was excitedly wiggling back and forth, he was experiencing the same feeling I was.
He missed the first two pitches, but on his third swing, he nailed the ball. Surprisingly, his hit was the largest one yet. It sailed super high, and unlike his older counterpart, it was going far forward. I thought it was going to fly over the fence for sure, but then I Goten blast it midair with his Ki, and running over to it, the ball sailed right into his glove. Trunks yelled something like, "Hey, no fair!"
I couldn't hear too well though, because Yamcha was screaming at the top of his lungs for Krillin to run back to first base. Krillin, who was on second base already, stared confused at him, along with most of both teams. Finally, he realized what Yamcha was saying, but so did Goten, because they both started a mad dash towards first base.
Goten, realizing he wouldn't outrun Krillin, threw the ball to first, but his aim was wild, and it bounced off the base. Krillin turned again and ran back to second, where he made it in easily, Botamo had only just picked up the ball.
Finally, it was my turn. I stepped up, and Gohan looked back at me with a deadly serious face. He powered up to his maximum, and pointing at me, he yelled, 'I'm going to give it everything I've got, and I will beat you!" With that, he flung the pitch with so much strength that it made his previous pitch against Trunks seem like nothing.
I pivoted my foot, and swung my whole body, and my bat connected with the ball. And yet, it didn't go anywhere, I put more and more strength into my swing, and slowly I started pushing back against the ball. "What? But I put everything into that pitch!" I saw throw off his glove and started blasting the ball with a barrage of Ki Blasts.
Even so, it wasn't enough. I was still pushing back, and I heard Yamcha yelling something angrily again, but I couldn't make out the words. Giving one last shove, I calmly muttered to myself, "How pathetic."
With that final push, it exploded down the third base line at an incredible speed, going all the way into the outfield, where Magetta began chasing after it wildly. I ran up to first base, and turned to second, where I slid in with plenty of time. After I got up again, I saw Krillin had scored, which meant we were winning with a lead of one.
Yamcha stepped down to the plate, and with a confident smile, he said to all of us, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." That just made it all the funnier when he hit the ball, and it flew straight back into Gohan's glove. Everyone looked at him in shock, and the same feeling was evident on his face.
I began to cackle loudly. "So much for 'I know what I'm doing'." I'm not sure why, but this was just so hilarious to me. He just ran back into the dugout with his head down and grabbed his glove, preparing to play defence. The rest of us soon followed, and even though we had just gotten our third out, there were some laughs from among us.
When we had finished warming up, Champa stepped up to the plate, smirking and confidently testing his bat. He swung it in a few circles over the plate, at least until Whis called a strike. "Huh?" His eyes popped open and he looked at the Angel in shock.
"I haven't even swung yet! What do you mean 'Strike', you biased scum!" Whis dipped his head in agreement, and rationally said, "It is true that the ball hasn't been thrown. However, a strike is when you swing over the plate and fail to hit the ball. That is what you did just now." Champa growled angrily, but he did not retort back.
"Hey you! Just throw the ball already!" I obliged, and threw the ball with tall the strength I could muster in my base form. I didn't transform, otherwise I would've definitely destroyed the park like Gohan had, and caused far more damage than he did.
Anyways, the ball sailed fast toward him, and he swung with all his might… as it flew straight into his face. He fell to the ground, clutching it and whining like a little baby. I just chuckled to myself quietly. "Not what I was going for, but whatever." Vados floated down next to me and said, "That wasn't very smart."
I shrugged. "That's true, but it still counts, right?" She shook her head and sighed. "Let me guess," she said exasperatedly. "You thought you were supposed to hit the batter, right?" Those words put a seed of doubt inside of me, and I replied "Um… yes? Are you not supposed to beat up the enemy team?"
"After the last inning, you still don't understand? You throw the ball of that plate. Do you know what a plate is?" I shifted uncomfortably and said "Enough with the sass; I have enough logic to figure that out."
She smiled in her infuriating way, and continued, "Very well. Where was I? Oh yes, you throw the ball over the plate, to allow the opposing team to hit it. Once they hit it, you tag them with the ball to get them out. Was the simple enough for you?" The corner of my mouth twitched, but I answered, "Yes."
"Good," she said as she began to float back towards her brother. "But if you continue to throw recklessly, then I will have you thrown out." On that happy note, she flew back over to Champa, probably comforting the overgrown brat. After a second thought, I flew over to Champa to say my apologies.
The moment he saw me, his face contorted with rage, and an ominous wind picked up. Before he could being to yell at me though, I kneeled down and expressed my deepest regrets, and asked him not to destroy the world. The Angels threw in some helpful words, and finally he spat gruffly, "Fine. But hurt me so again, and I swear, I will destroy your soul."
With that, he marched over to the box, muttering about how 'It isn't worth it', and 'Good sweat? All I'm gotten is a good bruise'. I moodily walked back to the pitcher's mound myself. Honestly, this was such an annoying sport. No fighting or getting hurt at all. All the joy and exhilaration that I had felt earlier now was depleted, only leaving my bored, empty soul.
Anyway, Whis said that since Champa had still swung, it was still a strike, which overruled the 'walk by hit' rule. Unsurprisingly, this sent him on another rage, and it took him another ten minutes to calm down. When everything had settled once more, I finally threw my pitch.
It flew straight down the middle, and Champa took a massive, powerful swing… and missed completely. Poor God of Destruction. Even though it was his own fault, he grew so mad, that he literally began to glow. For some reason, I felt like this was a bad development. I'm not quite sure why.
Sarcasm aside, things were looking really bad. Deep, glowing purple cracks turned into massive crevices as he let out a primal roar that just about exploded my eardrums. Waves of earth exploded upward like a massive earthquake, and lakes worth of water began pouring in from all sides. A maelstrom of lightning descended from the sky and began vaporizing everything it touched.
I powered up to Super Saiyan Lilác, and was just about to try and stop the insane God when it suddenly stopped. Then very quickly, the damage started repairing itself, and soon enough things looked normal. When I looked at Champa, I saw him asleep, sucking his thumb, with Vados standing above him, her hand raised above him in a chop.
She lowered it and sighed. I saw the ther players staring at her and Champa too, and I saw that they were in varying states of distress, with everything from Magetta having a massive dent in his head, to Yamcha's hair literally being on fire.
She sighed in an annoyed sort of way, and said in her usual calm way, "Lord Champa will be napping for the rest of his stay in Universe Seven. I will return to the game shortly. In the meantime," She eyed all of us with contempt. "I advise you clean yourselves up."
She magicked Universe Six's God of Destruction onto a stretcher, and he hovered away, with his thumb still in his mouth like a baby with a pacifier. Once the two of them were gone from sight, it felt like everyone's tensions deflated, and even a few people started letting out relieved, genuine laughs. For awhile everyone was just there, enjoying that it was all over.
But in actuality, it wasn't over; the game had yet to be finished.
Yamcha took over pitching after that. At first, I had argued that he would mess it up like he had with his hitting, but then he gave the smart counter argument that my mistake made his seem like a speck of dust. And sure enough, he redeemed himself by striking out both Cabba and Gohan, leading to our victory.
Though we did win, I couldn't help but feel discontented with the whole day's event. Sure it had been fun, but it had been ages since I had truly fought someone, and the blood lust inside of me was growing upset. I wish that I could of fought Champa, since it would of been a great opportunity to truly test the limits of my strength, but alas, I passed up on the opportunity.
I was just about to settle down for the day and go home when a sudden thought struck me: Zen-oh's tournament. I began to laugh, how could I have forgotten something so exciting and interesting? There had to be others out there that were as strong as me, or stronger, aside of course from the Gods of Destruction and the Angels.
I resolved that in the morning, I would ask Zen-oh about it, and if it could happen soon. Significantly happier, I headed home with Goten, waiting impatiently for tomorrow to come.
Oh dear. I am really late, aren't I. I told you that I was lazy, and this is a prime example of it. Oh, I had an abundance of time to write this entire week, and yet here we are, two in the morning and I'm only just finishing it now, a week after I said it'd be done.
Despite this, I'm still really excited! The Tournament of Power is almost upon us, and I have some great ideas for it. The Watagash mini-ark will appear very briefly, but Goku hiring Hit won't come around this time. I'm not sure how it'd fit into the story, and I have plans for dialogue between the two once at the Tournament, so I'm leaving it out. Sorry if that disappointed some of you.
Hopefully, I can get this next chapter out quick, and then re-write the third chapter by the end of Monday, but no guarantee. I don't really want to give those after how late this chapter was.
You may be wondering why Vegeta didn't appear in this chapter, which is a perfectly valid question. I really wanted to put him in and recreate the scene he and Goku had in the anime, but if he appeared in this chapter, it would've created plot holes down the line, and I can't have that.
PM (Private Message) me of any grammatical errors, and I'll be sure to fix them. Leave a Review if you want to say something and/or ask about anything else.
AND NOW, Q & A!
Km9000: This is a good story hope to see where it goes. Was playing around with the idea with what would happen if Goku and Black fused, but you're doing a pretty good plot.
Me: Thanks! It means a lot to me, and I hope you stick around!
Guest #1: dont unfuse them i like the story this way
Me: Trust me, I won't do that for along time, if at all. And even if it does happen, I'm sure that I'll find a way to have them refuse again.
Guest #2: I really love continue.
Me: I have no plans of stopping!
Blake2020:
Good start
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interesting
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Loving it
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Update soon
Me: Thanks, but I kind of failed in the 'Update Soon' category. Whoops. Anyway, I hope you stick around!
Trunkssan766:
I don't think you understand Trunks' decision to return to the future. He stayed because he vowed to protect his world, no matter the cost. It's a promise he made to himself, his friends and his mentor. Plus, in this scenario, the Super Dragon Balls from the present can be used. No real reason for Trunks to leave.
The idea of Super Saiyan Lilac is kinda stupid, no offense. Blue and Rose are literally the same transformation, with Rose being a different color because it's used by a being of godly status. Not to mention that Rose and Lilac aren't that far apart in color, that's why I think it's dumb.
Pseudo SSJ is dumb. It's literally accessing SSJ power without actually transforming. But now he knows how to transform…what was the point of that? Also, Grade 4 is just the mastered version of Grade 1. Don't separate it as two separate forms.
Ultra Instinct is awesome tho…and it's attack power has only been shown to be ineffective against Kefla and beings beyond her, in its unmastered state at least
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Wait, is your version of the Potara fusion permanent no matter what? Just asking because the last chapter you said something different and now I'm somewhat confused.
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This is pretty messed up. I know he's part Goku Black, but ****, Goku should've balanced it out enough to the point he isn't that sadistic, even for training purposes. You need to re-evaluate this fusion's personality
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1. You need to learn how to take criticism better. Don't whine
2. You need to learn how to simply ignore, or else you'll start whining and WILL lose readers. They come for a story, not you
3. 18 actually is capable of growing more powerful. She has cybernetic parts but is still human. Being a cyborg has only increased her potential
Me: Thank you, you gave exactly the criticism I wanted. Unlike the other comment, I can use this to improve my story. I'll try to answer some of your concerns.
Trunks returned to the future to say goodbye to everyone that helped him beat Black and Zamasu before he left them, most likely forever (plus, the plot needs him!).
Sorry you don't like Super Sayian Lilác too much, but it will be a big focus of the story. I know that Rosé and Blue are basically the same, but I just couldn't decide if I wanted the Nameless God to have one or the other, so I mixed them! It's not supposed to be too much stronger than either of its predecessors, so it won't be crazy OP. When he was beating up Vegeta in chapter two, it's just because his power is so much greater than Vegeta because he fused, it's not the transformation. This is the best explanation I can give, so I hope it was sufficient.
When I was commenting about those Transformations, I was merely listing the ones Goku has been shown to preform. I'm not saying this Goku has all of those, I was just attempting to convey that he has too many transformations. However, that reasoning is a little redundant since I just gave him another transformation. Whoops!
Ultra is ok, and because it's so liked, it may make an appearance in this story (wink).
I'm not quite sure where I contradicted myself, so if you could point out where it is specifically, it would be a big help. And yes, the Potara in this story does last forever, despite their status as a Kai.
I know he was a little too intense in that chapter, I had to rush it out and I'm not too proud of it. Now that I'm on the holidays, I'll probably re-write the entire thing.
I know, I knew criticism would come eventually, but I guess I wasn't prepared for it. Your comment is also criticism, but I feel like if I'd gotten your comment instead, I could of answered it rationally and calmly. But when I saw his, I just got this terrible cold feeling inside, and retorted irrationally. From here on out though, I hope I can prevent things like this from happening again.
That does make sense, and I suppose that's how Seventeen improved so much when he made his reappearance in DBS, however, I added this in as a fast method that Eighteen may use to quickly improve her skills, and give a reason for how Seventeen gained such incredible strength. After all, even if he could improve because he's part human, I don't see how he could get as strong as Super Saiyan Blue.
I hope you decide to stick around so you can help push me to become a better writer, but if you don't, than maybe you could come back in a year or so and see how I've improved. Thank you again.
On my Author page, I've set up a link to a bunch of people I want to thank; I would put it here, but this site doesn't let me.
These are people who have supported the story by either Following, Favoriting, or Reviewing, and those are the sort of things that invigorate me to continue writing, and I am so thankful for their support. Until next chapter (which is hopefully soon)!