Chapter two:
Chase beyond time
Chase, a saiyan warrior formerly a saiyan, was a novice in this new existence. A level one saiyan, he was smitten with a stunning saiyan woman named Chily, who boasted a Level 79. Her aura shone with an effulgence only matched by her fierce personality. Chase was eager to match her, to stand beside her on equal footing. The problem was he hadn't a clue how to reach such power.
Unfamiliar with the ways of the saiyans, he ventured into the heart of the city, his gaze lingering over the bustling activities of the locals. As he strolled by the Capsule Corporation, his curiosity piqued. He wondered if their advanced technology could be his path to power. Chase had to earn money, yet he was unsure how to do it, let alone how to train.
As he was lost in thought, a name floated from a nearby conversation: Pan. A fellow saiyan, a quarter-saiyan hybrid who was a warrior par excellence. He fetched his scouter and analyzed her stats.
RACE: Female quarter saiyan.
Class: Master.
POWER LEVEL: 80,000,0000.
FORMS: Kaio-ken, Super Saiyan 1-4.
TECHNIQUES: Kamehameha, Maiden Blast and more LEVEL:200.
Chase felt his pulse quicken. This was almost too perfect. Rumor had it that Lady Pan offered martial arts training free of cost, albeit with the challenging prerequisite of finding her dojo. Gritting his teeth, Chase decided to embark on a daring quest to find this enigmatic warrior.
The search for Pan's dojo skewed his perception of time. Hours turned into days, days shaded into weeks, and still there was no sign of the dojo. The journey was arduous yet relenting was not an option. One fine day, his perseverance paid off. There it was, Pan's dojo. He approached the seasoned warrior with a self-assured air, asking to be trained.
"I haven't taught anyone in years," She declared, studying him keenly. "You must be new here." Chase acknowledged her assumption, his attention focused on the forthcoming training from Pan herself.
Before the training began, Pan handed Chase a package. As Chase examined the item through his scouter, the stats jumped across his vision:
NAME: Turtle Hermit Gi.
DEFENSE:2.
ABILITY BOOST:1.
Chase felt disappointment seep him. Without the blue training weights, the Gi was incomplete. Pan was quick to notice his dismay, but instead of sympathy, she stated a simple, harsh truth, "You're not ready for the weights, yet."
As he processed it all, determination flickered in Chase's eyes; this was just the beginning of his journey towards power. Wearing the Gi proudly, he had accepted his stark reality and embraced the steep climb waiting ahead, the climb towards power and love.
The training began, setting off Chase on an uncharted path, the path of a human who had been reborn as a saiyan, driven by the desire for love and the need to match the woman who had effortlessly won his heart. His saga seemed to carry the weight of a ballad, a profound story of personal development unfolding against the vibrant backdrop of a world full of amazing power levels and encapsulating transformations.
