So, a few days ago, Publiclee Speaking, or Leecifer as we know him over at QQ, posted a wonderful story, and I hate him for it /s, for it planted this fuckin idea in my head.
Namely of being thrust into One-Punch's world with only 69 points to use from the Waifu Catalogue elements, and only from the talents and perks section. Oh, and Saitama is kicking up daisies.
On the one hand, yet another goddamn plot bunny to populate my ever growing ranch.
On the other, it seemed to serve as the spark needed to write again after experiencing small scale burnout by farting out a 90k 'omake' in a month (it turned into a full blown fic...) for x50413 excelent story. (the 'I'm already married' one you can find on my profile)
Granted, I don't plan on plotting and putting that much effort with this one as much as I did with 'The fourth war/I'm already married' but still.
So, at any rate, I present to you: '69'
The muscles on his legs swelled and trembled, gritting his teeth, he tried to stand.
He failed.
"Gkh!"
Crushing back down on his knees, his remaining arm reflexively rose and clutched the gaping hole in his gut and the sensation of something rising caused him to reflexively open his mouth and cough out dark orbs of coagulated blood.
Panting, dizzy, he just about managed to throw his arm in front and against the ground, catching himself from crushing headfirst on the ruined tarmac.
His eyes fell on the pale hand pushing against the ground.
Good. At least the bleeding stopped.
Not quite up to his progenitor's level, but his choice back then, and the accompanying regeneration was proving its worth nonetheless.
Screams reached his superhuman ears. Screams of agony, of fear, and defiance.
And then the gales of wind, caused by the fighting behind him reached and slammed into him. Threatening to lift him in the air and carry him away.
Something averted by a quick application of Ki, strengthening his form and rooting him on the spot.
Well, on the one hand, nobody was paying attention to him for the moment. On the other, this state of affairs wouldn't last. So, it would be best if he bowed out of this fight.
After all, by this point it was more or less certain that he'd achieved his goal in this hellhole and could leave whenever he wanted. In fact—
Pushing away from the ground and flexing his no longer trembling legs, he rose on green feet, and with a small exertion of energy hovered an inch above the ground as his arm, not the one in the process of regrowing mind you, reached in the way he'd been taught and an instant later, in his grip an unassuming smart-phone manifested.
He nodded, he'd been right after all, the result of his actions this past few weeks stared back at him in the form of an almost cheery looking filled bar.
"Good," he said with a low growl, before blinking and frowning, and focusing, his throat bulged again as he spat another globule of blood. "Sheesh," he mumbled as he rubbed his throat. "Yeah, I'm done, they can clean up this mess themselves," he said, nodding to himself and behind him, a pair of dark wings flexed as he prepared to fly away, eyes fixed towards the moon.
But, just before he did, a glint of sunlight, reflecting of a piece of silver caught his eye. And lowering his gaze, a warped pendant gazed back at him, in an almost accusatory manner.
"This mess is not my fault and I have no obligation to fix it," he growled.
He was done. He'd done his time and was at last free! Or as free as he could be in his circumstances. So…
The phantom sounds of feminine laughter and the image of a brilliant, loving smile flashed through his mind.
"Fine!" he snarled.
…And waving his arm, the shining pendant rose and landed in his open palm, and with his eyes narrowing, followed by a pair of thin white lances flying from them and slamming into the pendant, the twin torn halves of the chain became one once more.
"This is stupid, utterly stupid!" he said, and yet fastened the jewelry around his neck once more before a white aura of Ki exploded around him as he rose like a rocket…a rocket aiming away from the Moon, and the emptiness of Space, rather, his trajectory aimed towards where the fight was the thickest.
"Hey ugly!" he called out in a Ki enhanced voice. "You missed!"
And then, with a burst of energy from his shins, he transformed into a spinning ball, followed by his ankle slamming downwards against the asshole's face.
"Gkh!"
The sight of the idiot coughing blood, did make him feel better about this.
"Is that so? I assure you, I won't make that mistake again."
His confident grin started to falter.
How had it come to this?
"Argh!"
Blown away and through another building and into the guts of the one behind it, in the few tenths of a second it took him to recover and push the rubble covering his form away he had his answer.
Ah right. That's why, he thought as he pushed through concrete with the same ease an adult could tear a sheet of paper, creating a new hole in the side of the building and flying away. It was because I was thinking with my dick. Fuck you past me!
A few weeks earlier:
A groan escaped his mouth from dry lips.
Fuck, anyone got the number of that truck…
Making to move and open his eyes he stilled. For unlike what he'd been expecting, a hand brushing through his hair and his head resting on a something very soft had been on the bottom of his list.
In fact, Yuha could say with certainty that those options, until a moment prior, weren't even on the list.
Ok, Yuha, calm down and assess the situation, he thought, and if his voice, even in the confines of his mind was a tad high pitched, nobody could blame him.
What he belatedly realized was an alluring voice, humming gently, continued to do so, the reverberations traveling down his bones helping another bone begin to rise. One he did his best to forestall.
The hand caressing his hair continued to do so as well.
Ok, so, either I'm sloshed out drunk… his head feeling heavy and his thoughts foggy, even if no migraine accompanied them like usual, certainly pointed towards that fact. Or…I don't know, my teammates are playing a prank?
He spent a few seconds thinking about it before snorting mentally. Outside doing his best to feign sleep.
No. For all of her faults, if Nobara was interested she'd be upfront about if after so long together, and Gudako…he paused and did his best to suppress a shudder. Ok, yeah, she might do something like that. But…
A mere lap pillow and no attempt to 'devour' her partner? No, and for that matter, the voice doesn't match either. And hell, there's no way those are Rei Sensei's thighs.
Granted, any hot-blooded male, and most likely more than a few females, would've loved to find themselves between Sailor Mars' thighs…out of combat at least.
But even if out of all of his squad, he'd known death at her hands only sparingly, he rather doubted she cared in that way about him.
"Oh my!" the stranger's giggle caused him to stiffen. "Is that for me?"
Cursing at his boner, and taking the hint for what it was, he stopped pretending and prepared himself. Time to face the music…
He opened his eyes.
And froze as his mouth flew open and the memories of last night flew right back in.
Oh…Oh shit!
Ok, he was wrong, his as of yesterday, ex-Drill sergeant? Turns out she did in fact care in that way.
And as if that wasn't enough…
With the golden light streaming in through the windows and framing her golden hair in something close to halo, the scantily clad woman upon whose thigh he rested, truly looked like the goddess she was.
"Ah…Queen Marika…I'm…" he said through a dry throat that had little to do with his dehydration.
The ensuing giggle helped little with his worry.
"Just Marika for you, my dear," the woman winked at him, "after last night, I do believe we're past that, yes?"
Staring dumbly, he could only offer a mute nod.
Causing Marika to flash him a brilliant smile and her hand to stop running through his hair, offering a small pat instead.
Taking the hint, Yuha was quick to jump to his, granted, somewhat unsteady feet and take stock of the room around him, his head snapping upwards first.
After all…
Most people never look up.
A dome like ceiling decorated with paintings depicting great battles greeted his eyes while to the sides of the square room, the walls of polished stone stared back at him aloofly, and from the windows the scent of spring drifted in, smelling like grass and pine-cones, in fact, tiny leaves seemed to flit in and land on the marble slabs serving as the floor and—
He froze and turned, pale faced towards the still smiling beauty.
But, where he expected anger and reproach, Marika instead merely clapped her deceptively delicate arms. The act causing her assets, barely covered as it was behind her black dress, to jiggle and make the already difficult act of thinking harder.
"Good! It pleases me to see that you've not grown lax."
Maybe it was due to his inherent streak of defiance, or maybe it was due to his mind still being somewhat addled, if headache free, courtesy of the copious amounts of no doubt magical alcohol ingested last night.
Still, the result was the same.
"But, my Lady," he at least retained enough presence of mind to remain respectful and not mouth of against the superior woman. "My team and I graduated but yesterday…"
Luckily, Yuha's words failed to anger the goddess.
"Trust me, my dear, that matters little," she said, and for a moment an ugly sneer formed on her statue like face as she glared outside the window at something only she could remember. "You've no idea on the number of graduates I've had to deal with who thought that just because they'd made it through basic, they could now do whatever they want."
Marika shook her head and with a sigh a fond smile was on her face again, a smile that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge.
Still, and as much as it irked him even after all this time, he did try to stand at attention—
"None of that dear." only for the blonde to roll her eyes as she lifted one hand, palm facing upwards in front of her mouth, and with a wink, blew golden dust towards him.
Yuha barely had time to widen his eyes, before the magic spell hit him and…
"Huh."
He blinked as he lowered his arm and found that he could at last think clearly.
Focusing upon the woman, whom he just now noticed was seated on a wide stone bench behind a wooden desk he flashed her a grateful smile.
"Thank you, my lady, I—" and the smile promptly froze on his place as his now clear head filtered through the memories of last night.
Palling, he gulped.
If either Nobara or Gudako heard of this, they'd never let him hear the end of it. The less said about the rest of the assholes the better.
Still, he was all kinds of fucked, wasn't he?
Fresh off Basic and what did he do? In the midst of the party, he'd begrudgingly agreed to go to, he thought that the woman who'd been making his life a living hell for the past two years was making googly eyes at him.
…Ok, with the benefit of hindsight it was clear that Rei, in fact did.
The woman no doubt, having noticed during training how dense he was all but screaming her interest last night. Hell, the only thing missing would've been a set of runway lights pointing towards her.
"Err…lady Marika," he said while cursing himself within his mind.
How?! How the fuck did I manage to do that? He couldn't help but wonder, ignoring the small quivering part in the back of his head. Cause alright, I suppose I can understand Rei-sensei being interested…somehow, but this? HOW?!
For indeed, managing to tap his drill sergeant was one thing, doing so while in a threesome with one of his superiors and potential manager in Class E?
We're truly E-diots…
Marika rolled her eyes as if she could hear his thoughts, which…given what she was, yeah, she probably could.
The woman pointed at the chair across her.
"As amusing as it is watching you panic dear, both of us have things we're supposed to be doing today, so, if you would?"
Taking the hint, and with a few short steps, he slumped down into the plush piece of furniture which had more in common with a sofa than a chair and waited.
"Now, you're no doubt wondering what's going to happen."
Yeah, like, if I survive this, the number of toilets I'd have to scrub for the next decade or two.
Marika snorted, confirming that she could, in fact hear his thoughts.
"So, here are your options," the woman said, and with a wave of her arm, a pair of paper sheets appeared on the table. "If you wish, we can go with your original build," Marika said, pointing at the sheet of paper to his left and making him blink.
Wait, he really was going to get out of this scot free? What the—
"Or…"
Mind in the game, Yuha! He chastised himself as he did his best to switch gears. Focusing on the goddess' words with narrowed eyes.
"Or?"
She flashed him an innocent smile and a golden nail tapped against the other sheet.
"Or, we could go with this."
Alarm bells blazed in his head.
"This being, what exactly…my lady?"
"Oh nothing much," the woman said with a dismissive wave of her arm. "Only an idea most amusing that some of my colleagues manning the frontier had." She pushed the sheet towards him, and Yuha picked it up with weary motions, almost expecting the paper to bite.
"You wound me, my dear, we're neither devils nor fairies…"
Skimming through the paper, his heart turned into a solid block of ice.
What kind of madmen designed this? Even Yahar-ghul's residents had more common sense than this?!
"My lady Marika," he licked his lips and his arms did not shake even if he wanted to scream. "This…proposal is most interesting, but…"
"Mmh? Not to your liking I take it?" the woman asked and he waited for the other shoe to drop and the threats to start. "Oh…such a shame." Here it comes! "You're of course free, to reject it."
And?
"And we'll go with your original pick if that is your wish."
…that was easy, way too easy.
After two years in the company's tender mercies, Yuha's whole essence was screaming, trying to find the trap.
"But that's too bad."
Ah, there it is.
And it made sense, class E was composed of battle junkies. Battle junkies and blood-knights who played pretend at being the company's internal police, army, and accountants come to check and ensure you didn't try to pull a fast one and sample the company's merchandise on the side.
After all, as any good dealer knows, you treat your own crew right and don't sniff and get high of your own supply. Not unless it was willingly done on both sides.
Still, whoever thought that putting what amounted to Khornate berserkers—and there were a few of those on stuff as well he'd been assured—in charge of policing…well they were crazier than even Yuha was!
At any rate, it made sense that Marika would insist he choose the special 'offer', after all what battle junkie would say no to being thrown in the world of One-Punch-Man, fresh out of Basic and with no powers or waifus, other than what a paltry 69 worth of points would grant them…and out of just the templates and defenses section alone.
Those wanting to live! I choose life damn it! Even if it means I'll have to do latrine duty for the next two centuries!
Marika sighed and put a palm on her forehead as she swayed theatrically in place.
"And I so wished to deepen our bond as well."
What kind of smoothbrain adderall addicted monkey would—he paused.
"Wait what?"
The blonde goddess blinked and placed a finger to her mouth as she chewed on her lip and Yuha shuddered as he struggled to keep the blood flowing in the currently important brain up top.
"Oh my, did I not mention?"
"Mention what?"
"Why the rewards, my dear~" she said with a wink and waving her arm caused another sheet of paper to appear, one that she also slid towards him.
Feeling a vague sense of encroaching doom, he nonetheless picked it up and read it.
And stared, and stared some more.
He gulped.
"Is…is this for real?" he asked, his breath coming in short gasps and his hands trembled.
"Mmh~ Why, yes. I take it you're, interested?"
Yuha leveled an incredulous gaze on the smiling woman.
Interested? What did she take him for. An idiot?
"Where do I sign?!" he roared, slamming the paper down.
The chance to claim this gorgeous woman in front of him as his waifu, alongside Sailor Mars?! What kind of an idiot would pass up on that chance?
Marika's lips quirked and she inclined her head. "It is a standard contract, with all the bells and whistles that entails. Just press your thumb—"
He slammed his digit down on the paper hard enough that it hurt, and true enough, just as the woman said, a set of sprawling silver lines spread from the point of contact, and a baleful red flashed atop the paper's edges, signifying the sealing of the deal and even Marika shuddered.
"I'm so happy you agreed to this…my dear~" the woman said, flashing him an alluring smile full of promise as she flicked a few strands of gold over her shoulder, pinning him in place with her equally golden eyes.
"But, as much as I would like to…business before pleasure," she said with a wink and with another gesture a stack of papers appeared in front of his side of the table. "Those are your options dear, please read them over and understand them, I'll know when you do," she said and tapped the side of her head with another wink. "And if your preferences lies in the digital…" a tablet also appeared. "After all, we're not savages here."
He scanned through the documents as fast as his eyes could do so…followed by doing so a few times more, after all, he was not the smartest tool in the shed, merely one of the more persistent ones.
"Mmh, good," Marika said with a nod, drawing his eyes to her.
"Now what?"
A wicked smile spread across her face accompanied by a pale white hourglass materializing on the table.
"Now…you make your build~" she said and rotated the object, sand beginning to trickle downwards.
Yuha's eyes widened.
Fuuuu— they truly were E-diots, himself included.
Still, as he hastened to make a build which would allow him to both survive and achieve the agreed upon goal, his mind still wondered.
How the fuck did I manage to snack such a fine pair of birds?!
Watching her potential would be husband leave her room, the man no doubt heading towards the infirmary to experience the tender 'mercies' of the madmen inhabiting the place as he received his 'upgrades' before heading out, she smiled to herself.
She hoped and wished for the best but if he failed…well, such is life.
Spending a few more moments in contemplation, she at last sighed and with nary a gesture a stack of papers appeared in front of her.
Yuha, you better succeed you would be himbo, I want my sabbatical damn it! She cried in the confines of her mind as she went through the paper one by one.
For indeed, this was part of the reason she'd chosen to do this, roping even that sweet girl alongside her. After all, both of them had been at it for a couple millennia already.
And thus, assuming all went well, a short break which very well may turn into retirement with a would-be husband chosen by meticulous scrying for compatibility.
The stamp was no joke after all.
Even if his would be fully active only after fulfilling his 'tour of duty'.
Finishing the stacks, a new set replaced them almost immediately.
She groaned. At the very least, barring something unexpected she didn't have to deal with any of the brats today.
You better 'win', Yuha, or I'll drag your soul back kicking and screaming for denying me me release!
"You bitch!" the door to her room slamming open caused her head to jerk up.
She sighed and pinched her nose.
"What do you want?"
"For you to break the contract that just logged into the system and to voluntarily release what was supposed to be my department's newest employee into my care!"
Marika shrugged, a tiny smirk on her lips. "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that, it was a willingly entered contract from both sides after all and as for my husband to be, he should be on his way to his target universe…" with a swipe of her arm a holographic projection appeared, displaying Yuha's status.
"Oh would you look at that?" Marika said, smiling brightly. "He's gone, too bad, now you definitely can't break said contract."
The Lunar Witch Ranni narrowed her eyes underneath her wide brimmed hat, all four of her fists clenching.
"You bitch…"
"You snooze you lose," Marika said with a bored expression, even if her glee at her rivals impotent rage made her want to cackle. "Now forgive me but I happen to be kinda busy here and besides, don't you have your own department to run?"
Ranni said nothing, glaring for a few moments longer before spinning around and stomping out of Marika's office.
"Blergh!"
Puking nothing but gastric acid, courtesy of his empty stomach, Yuha wiped his mouth with his forearm, his now green forearm and rose to his full height.
Hah! Manlet no longer! Fuck yes! He shouted in his head, and the last vestiges of vertigo courtesy of the wormhole faded, he took stock of his surroundings.
Judging by the ruined and crumbling buildings all around him, the company most certainly did not bother to send him somewhere nice and safe.
But then again…where was it truly safe in this hellhole?
[Error]
Ah yes, there was also that.
With a frown, and letting alien, and at the same time instincts more familiar than anything guide him, he perused the data offered by the small biological computed now part of him. Not truly an Ai, more like a Vi from Mass Effect, the construct still did its best to help him.
He snorted at the readings and the value in front of his left eye.
A powerlevel of 7 stared back at him.
No wonder the computer was throwing a hissy fit.
For if the source of one of his templates could somehow see Yuha…well, Cell would probably kill him on the spot, but even if he didn't want to murder him, the Android from that deathworld would still kill Yuha for being such an affront to his perfection.
And yet, with the limitations set in place it made sense, after all most beings from that universe who were truly worth a damn were at the upper echelons of power.
Thus, a template of Perfect Cell with all his hax and bullshit baked in? No wonder Yuha's new body had a powerlevel of 7
Well, at least it isn't 2 like Goku's was when he was born…or was that 5?
He shrugged.
At any rate, it mattered little, within his cells, heh, he held the combined potential off all the Z-Fighters, the Saiyans, the Arcosians, and the Namekians.
And all that coupled with an instinctive knowledge of their techniques and training regimes.
In short?
Enough to give him good odds to not get merked and survive and even succeed in his task.
Namely, altering the fate of this timeline enough that it slipped out of 'alignment' with the rest of its kin, and thus become easy harvest for the company.
And given his makeup and potential both?
He wouldn't even have to blow up the planet to do so. The frosty tone on Marika's face when asked making it clear that while it was not forbidden, nor would it be that frowned upon. It nonetheless shouldn't be his first option.
Yuha snorted and clenched a pale fist, making his green forearm covered in dark dots pop and swell.
Not that he even could even if he wished to do so at the moment.
After all, he'd need to at least match Roshi's level if he wanted to carve a hole the size of the moon out of the place, and he was a long way from that still.
As for his other template? Well, it would be some time before he was popping of Giga Drills like candy the way Simon the Digger could.
And no, the 'broken limiter', a truly broken option for a measly five points would not change that overnight.
For it took Saitama time to become a physical god and Simon a decade to start throwing galaxies like shuriken, and Yuha did not have that time.
No, he'd have to take it slow and cautious, and with his new gifts, coupled with the broken limiter making him unpalatable and unlikely to be approached by 'God', if the entity's distaste and wariness towards Saitama was an indication, meant that he could do so.
Hell, by the time Boros visited in a couple of…he wanted to say months? And with the potential bubbling within him?
Yuha smiled and letting his instincts guide him, pushed with his measly Ki against the ground. Beginning to float and feeling the strain.
Time to get on that grind!
By the time Boros rolled around Yuha would be the strongest being in this—
"Eek!"
His head snapped to the side and a few dozen meters to his right, partially concealed by smoke, the small cowering figure of a girl could be seen.
The girl cowering as—
"Piccolo?" he mumbled with confusion as a purple being looking very much like a color swapped version of that man approached the girl, stretching an arm that started to swell towards the cowering youth as time slowed.
"Right, I'm not getting involved with that," Yuha said and turned to fly away.
Watching death approach, she closed her eyes and waited for the end.
Only for said end to fail to materialize.
'Bang!'
In fact, the gong like sound threatening to burst her eardrums made it quite clear that she was still alive.
"E-eh?" peeking tentatively through a single eye she found that the demon's advance had been thwarted.
Thwarted by a familiar tall green man with a bowl like crown, the mutated man's fist smoking as it'd pushed away the demon's encroaching palm. A dark red welt forming in the center of the being's arm.
"Yuhabahha!" she cried out in relief and watched as the cocky smirk disappeared from her savior's face, making him stumble and turn bewildered eyes towards her.
"Y-You know me?" he asked, pointing with one finger at his face.
"Un!" she nodded with a brilliant smile. "How could I not, you're famous after all…" she blushed and lowered her head, kicking a straight pebble away. "W-well, famous amongst the list of low rank heroes that have yet to enlist with the Hero Association…"
"Hrk!"
Her eyes snapped upwards alongside her arms which she waved in panic. "B-but it's perfectly fine to be a hero who's saving kittens and dogs and—"
"So, you're a hero then?" the demon asked, making her freeze and turn towards the creature, the creature that was gazing at her savior with an unnerving intensity.
R-right, they weren't out of the woods yet.
Why. Why did you get involved you fool?! He couldn't help but roar even if he kept a confident expression on the outside. After all, Saitama would've saved her would he…ah, right, Saitama is dead in this timeline…
Turning away from the girl and standing tall, stretching his shoulder as if to loosen the joint and cracking his neck before settling into a fight stance.
"That's right, and I'm here to stop you evil-doer!"
…Gods, can I be more cringe? He wondered as he once again brought all of his power to bear, suffusing every inch of his body with it…all 7 points of it.
Chancing a glance to the frightened girl, he winked. "Run along now, this is not a place for cute girls like you." Causing the girl to blush and run away.
Well, at the very least my decision to pick up the 1 point [paper trail] and thus create a history for myself in this place was worth it… But, kittens and puppies? Really? I'll need to check what—
A snort drew his eyes back to the creature in front of him as Purple Piccolo crossed his arms.
"It's pointless, you know that, right?"
Yuha arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, and pray tell why is that?"
The demon raised his own brow. "I'll just kill her alongside everyone else, right after I deal with you that is."
Yuha snorted and his pointed green foot dug deeper into the concrete.
"Those are some bold words for a soon to be dead man," he said only for the creature to shake his head.
"I'm once again proven right in my decision to sanitize this planet out of you viruses. For you're clearly suffering from a mental disorder if you think you have any chance against me hero," Purple Piccolo…Purcolo gave him a pitying smile. "Still, if nothing else I admire your conviction in deciding to fight a losing battle."
Yuha snorted.
Bold talk for a bug Saitama squashed.
And pushing his power to the brim, exploded off the ground, crossing the interval space in an instant and digging his fist into the monsters cheek.
…Purcolo failing to move an inch.
"'Hat's all?" the man mumbled, Yuha's fist only managing to cause him mild difficulty in speaking.
His eyes widened as he pulled back his fist and prepared to run.
Bug that Saitama squashed. I'm not Saitama and Baldie is not a good metric by which to judge his opponent's strength—
"Argh!"
The pain, coupled with the force of Purcolo's punch, caused him to black out as he flew backwards and through pieces of concrete and rebar.
"Hmpf! Pathetic." The words seemed to come from far away followed by the sound of footsteps growing faint.
For a few moments, and with his internal computer screaming in a cascade of errors and warnings, Yuha hovered on the brink. Before at last, with a concerted effort of will managing to push the encroaching darkness away from the corners of his vision.
"Gkh!"
Only to immediately regret it, as the pain hit him like a truck, and gazing downwards it was easy to see why, for aside from the multitude of scraps and cuts, courtesy of the sharp and hard junk all around him, the hole in chest watering the ground below him with his life's blood made it clear why it hurt so.
And no wonder Purcolo left him for death.
Where it any other being in his place, a hole through the chest would be pretty deadly, yeah.
Coughing and spitting some blood to the cracked concrete to his side, Yuha pushed himself upwards, ignoring the pain, courtesy of his new instincts and powers.
It still hurt like a bitch though.
"Good thing I didn't go with Vegito there…" he said, his voice raspy.
More potential, yeah. But potential alone would amount to little if not given the chance to cultivate it, better as he was now, after all the resilience of Namekians and Arcosians, plus the good Doctor's skills were the only reason he was still alive.
He checked his internal power level and chuckled, even if it hurt to do so.
Now it was down to 4, he was worse than baby Goku then.
Well, nothing to it then, he tried, he failed, he really needed to get out of here and huddle down somewhere until he healed. And with how weak his regeneration was compared to Cell actual…
"Please no!" came the girl's panicked voice.
"Why do you run child," he asked, a low undercurrent of irritation in his voice as he followed after the panicking girl with unhurried steps. "You're only prolonging the inevitable, surrender now and let oblivion claim you."
"Eek!"
Watching the girl stumble and fall to the ground, he sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders. Good, he was quickly growing tired of this. He'd kill her quickly and then stop playing around, the time for Humanity's end had come end—
"Hey assface!"
He blinked and his arm halted inches from the pale girl, and feeling the muscles in the back of his neck tense, he turned around and saw…
"You?" he asked, failing to hide the note of wonder from his voice. After all, the weak, if at least spirited Hero was still alive.
Alive and with a blazing aura of, weak, power around him the man pointed his arms in diametrical opposition.
"Ka…"
Pulling his limb away and crossing his arms, the savior of the earth stared at the persistent bug.
"What do you hope to achieve by struggling?"
"Me…" the man's arms swapped position.
"You have spirit, and if you're lucky you'll reincarnate as something better than a human next time," he tried, and indeed, even if the man looked different the savior of earth could taste the stench of humanity coming from the bug-man.
"Ha…" the bug brought his palms together.
"So, wouldn't it better to give up?" and make his life easier went unsaid.
"Me…"
Watching the man shift into a curious stance, bringing his arms and their cup like position behind him and to the side, the savior of earth blinked and opened his mouth.
And then, the power of the bug-man exploded tinting red.
"HAAAAA!"
Letting his arms drop to the side, Yuha could do nothing but pant and gasp, unable to move.
For everything hurt.
It had long been theorized that Cell knew Kaio-ken.
And maybe the canon one did not, but whichever Cell had been the source for his Template? Well, that one did.
But, even if he knew how to do so, choosing to use it and push it all the way to stage 10? With his body as hurt as it was?
Not a smart plan.
"Gkh!"
And his locked, screaming limbs could very well attest to that.
Well, at least he didn't try for 20, with the benefit of hindsight he suspected he would have popped like a balloon.
"That hurt."
As the smoke cleared, Yuha felt his currently nonexistent heart lurch.
For aside from a smoking red spot in the center of his chest, from which a thin line of red dripped? Porculo was unharmed.
And judging by the snarl on his face?
Not happy.
"Rejoice young fool," the creature stepped as it took squelching steps towards Yuha's immobilized form. "Your death will not be in vain after all."
He managed to blink.
"Oh yes," Porculo said, an evil grin spreading on his cheeks. "You'll help me vent my rage by serving as my punching bag!"
And with that, Porculo closed in and Yuha knew pain.
So, that's what Freeza felt at the hands of Broly, eh? He couldn't help but think between moments of lucidity.
Gurgling, he tried and failed to speak, managing to somehow raise an arm in the midst of the furry of blows.
And snap an ineffective punch against the creature's chest.
Making Purcolo freeze and gaze at him incredulously.
"You dare?" the man asked, frothing at the mouth, followed by him reaching down and
"Argh!" relieving Yuha of said arm.
Well, at least the girl escaped. He thought as the darkness started to approach once again from the corners of his vision. This one a deeper, more foreboding one then mere unconsciousness. Shame that I won't get to tap Marika's ass again though…
For some reason, Porculo stopped, rising to his full height with his chest rising and falling in quick succession.
"It seems you've learned your lesson fool," he said glowering down at him. "Good, now you can die." And raised his fist ominously.
Somehow, Yuha knew, he wouldn't be walking away from that one.
"Hmf! I think not," a voice said from somewhere out of view, and his neck refused to obey his commands, making him unable to see. "He is indeed a fool but his heart is in the right place."
"You!"
He had to admit, the note of true fear in Porculo's voice? After the beating the creature subjected him too? It felt good.
"Me," the voice agreed. "Now die."
"No—" and with his last sight before unconsciousness took him, Yuha had the distinct pleasure of watching Porculo turn into a most excellent set of giblets, ones that the Doomslayer would give his seal of approval.
Suffice to say, after two years mostly spent training in a hyperbolic time chamber? I'd go a bit loopy, well more than I already was/am. And so, coupled with the stress and my ever present horniness and lack of ways to deal with it...
Yeah, I can see me falling easily for a honeypot.
And coupled with the saiyan/arcosian battle lust inherent in the way Lee's/Cherico's/Mizuki's Template works, i.e. they carry bleed over from the original personality... And I'm a hothead myself? Yeah, I'd jump at the chance to fight and be an actual hero...Sigh.
This is gonna be painful.
And yes, I'm aware (after checking that Boros comes in something like a month, not half a years that Yuha seems to think :wink)
Oh! The build, right.
Template one: The perfect being. (Perfect Cell) [20 points]
Template two: Will Pierce your Heaven. (Simon the Digger) [40 points]
Broken limiter [5 points]
Paper trail [...1 point]
3 points left.