"Stop crying, he's alive!" Reuben growled. Chi-Chi hung off his pantsleg, ruining her dress.
"I don't know how to thank you! When I saw Goku like that, I… I…!" She began sobbing harder.
"I'm okay… really Chi-Chi…" Chi-Chi's dramatic tears were enough to embarrass even the unflappable boy. She then turned and buried herself in his chest.
"Goku! You almost died! I… you stopped breathing for a few seconds there!" Chi-Chi looked up at Goku, snot dribbling from her nose.
Perhaps because Goku lacked a sense of queasiness, he patted her a few times. "There there… it's okay…"
In another room, Jazz 3 waited outside PaoPao's room. His ruined suit had been replaced quickly, but that was the least of his concern. Even after giving her the senzu bean, PaoPao had yet to wake up. They had made their way outside the airport of Grood Kingdom but had yet to land for two reasons. The King had yet to make his presence known, and PaoPao had yet to send a message out. The entirety of the plan relied on her leading the diplomacy, while the others secured a way to access the dragon balls.
Eventually, the ship doctor stepped out. She looked at Jazz, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah… savio-"
"Save the pleasantries, Shinobu," Jazz 3 held his hand up, "please, is she alright?"
Shinobu looked down, "her magic… it requires collateral."
Jazz raised an eyebrow. "...Collateral?"
"Our clan's talisman magic is extremely powerful, but it requires focus and discipline. PaoPao hasn't fully mastered it, so she places her lifeforce as collateral, the energy required to summon that shield in such short notice has nearly drained her of her life-force, she..." She held back her tears but could not speak.
"No… no… you can't be serious!" Jazz tried to burst into the room. Shinobu raised her hand, trembling fearfully. Jazz wanted to push her away and barge in, but he couldn't help but realize it was his hesitation that caused her to need to save him. If he had been attacking constantly, he could have killed that monster.
"Please, she requested that no one, especially you, sees her in this state."
"How…" Jazz's eyes moistened, "what can save her?"
"There is a spell…" Shinobu began hesitantly, "she can bolster her life force by absorbing the magic from other beings, or other items, or by siphoning the lifeforce from someone else's soul. If she has a sufficient amount of magical items, she can be restored."
Jazz nodded suddenly, "blood rubies…"
Shinobu flinched, "how did…" But before she could say anything, Jazz 3 dissolved into a white mist, before she could stop him, he slipped through the door.
PaoPao's room was hot, almost painfully so, and incredibly humid, to the point that his clothes became immediately damp. PaoPao's bed was in the center of the room, curtains surrounded it, and faint light from within cast her shadow, giving Jazz an impression of her silhouette.
"You came." PaoPao's voice sounded dry, despite the conditions of the room.
"I heard…" Jazz stepped forward.
"Please don't come any closer." She whispered. "I don't want you to see my face."
Jazz rolled his eyes in irritation, "you're my friend, no matter your appearance, and it's my fault this happened to you, I'm not going to let you whither away like this."
"How? Will you offer me part of your life force? If so I'd have to refuse, I refused Shinobu, and I'd refuse anyone who offered it."
"Dammit PaoPao, you're going to die unless we get the blood rubies or the dragon balls, but we can't do this the right way without you!"
"Don't come closer!" PaoPao broke down into a fit of awful, wracking coughs. The curtain fluttered slightly, allowing Jazz to see a dark, heavily wrinkled, and gnarled hand. "Please Jazz, don't come closer, just leave… we'll cancel the mission, I'll face the punishment, we can try and gather the dragon balls."
Jazz grit his teeth. "No…we won't do that…" He boldly stepped forward, ignoring PaoPao's scream, and flung open the curtain.
…
Jazz 2 panted like a dog as he flitted through the forest, he was rapidly approaching the Land of Korin. He put his powerful nose, ears, and eyes to the test as he looked for any signs of the apparition still in the area. Eventually, he got a whiff of a familiar foul odor and began to approach. As he got closer, he began to sense the thick foul ki, before he got any closer, Jazz 2 split into two, activating the multiform.
"Are you ready…" The two said simultaneously. "Fu...Sion...Hah!" A flash of light and a wave of energy later revealed a werewolf wearing the clothes of a metamoran fusion. As Jazz 2 inspected himself, he thought about how he always thought the outfit reminded him of the way Majinn Buu dressed. He leaped forward into the forest with a renewed speed. The metamoran fusion between two metamoran fusions, as he did just now, cut the time drastically, he had 15 minutes to confront and fight the enemy, shorter when he activated the werewolf transformation, but it would have to be enough. He charged into a clearing, dodging his way past several ki blasts. He locked eyes with the enemy.
In his human form, the being was a lanky-looking Saiyan with shoulder-length dusty brown hair, he had large round brown eyes and freckles.
"You aren't a full Saiyan…" Jazz muttered
"And you aren't a full human… why the wolf form? Are you a fusion of Yamcha and someone else? It would explain why your power level is so pitiful even after fusion." The Saiyan stood straight. Jazz noted with interest that its stomach and left arm were billowing smoke slightly.
"I can tell, you're much weaker than before…" He grinned wolfishly.
"Don't act as if you know me, mutt." The Saiyan revved up his ki and charged forward.
Jazz crossed his arms to block the Saiyan's punch but was blown back as his palms extended into a ki blast. His arms were singed from the attack but quickly healed, he flipped over, dodging the Saiyan's headlong charge, then he launched a massive flame blast forward. "You hate these, right?" He asked.
"JAZZ!" The voice roared in realization as the Saiyan leapt through the flames and tackled Jazz to the ground. "To think you'd be the one to return!" The Saiyan's frown deepened as he raised a fist. Jazz disappeared in a cloud of white smoke, reappearing as a blue-ringed octopus. The Saiyan slammed his fist into the transformation, and Jazz bit down, breaking the skin and injecting his deadly neurotoxin. He widened his eyes in alarm as the enemy began to charge a ki attack.
Jazz popped into a fly and dodged out of the way before changing into a golem of steel and punting the Saiyan in the gut. He reached out for the Saiyan tail and began to squeeze hard.
The Saiyan laughed, "you think my tail is my weakness? Only an idiot wouldn't train-" Jazz snapped his tail off and burned the wound. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" The Saiyan's fist shattered Jazz's arms and ribs and he charged forward, attempting to destroy Jazz in one fell swoop. At the same time, Jazz angled his feet towards the Saiyan and transformed them into blades, applying as much ki into them as possible he extended out his legs, stabbing into the creature. Without warning, he channeled fire into its body, causing it to scream out in pain as fire flew from its eyes, nose, and mouth.
"Had enough?" Jazz asked cheekily. The saiyan replied by raising both palms up and blowing up the area around them. Jazz was battered by the ki explosions, and the Saiyan was able to shake free. Jazz then took a devastating wound to the ribs, puncturing a lung. Using psychic energy, he stopped the blood from building up within him but wasn't able to fight as efficiently.
"Huh… I feel better, where were you slowing me down before?" The saiyan grinned manically, with Jazz's psychic barrier down, the Saiyan was able to move at its full speed.
Jazz 2 threw up a barrier of flames, causing the Saiyan to back up for a few seconds. In those few seconds, he felt Jazz's power skyrocket.
"What?!"
"AAAAAAWWWOOOOOOOOOOHHH!" Jazz howled into the air and tackled the Saiyan, then, before the Saiyan could react, he unsheathed his claw and sliced off the Saiyan's neck. The saiyan immediately turned into smoke. Jazz then relentlessly rained down flames at the Saiyan, who screamed in pain. "Now! Who the hell are you? And why do you know me?"
The shadowy smoke did not answer, instead, it wrapped a spectral wisp around Jazz's ankle and began to slam him repeatedly into the ground. The spirit then rushed Jazz's body, attempting to enter him. Just as the smoke touched him, they both screamed in pain and they were flung back. The smoky figure reformed back into the saiyan, and Jazz split into 2 distinct metamoran fusions, which then split into 4 werewolves. Before they landed, Jazz merged into one and sprung forward. He had to deal a finishing blow or the shadowy figure would escape for a long time, he could just feel it. Then, his limbs blew up and he collapsed on the ground. He attempted to get up, but every time he did, his limbs would expand, overcharge with ki, then implode then explode, flipping him over from the explosions.
The shadowy saiyan glared at Jazz, then flitted towards the Land of Korin.
People had begun to observe the devastation on their land, one such person had been a young warrior. He peered into the mark created by Goku, staring at it with reverance as if it was a God leaving his impression on the earth. The shadowy saiyan took advantage of the moment and dissolved into mist, infecting the young man's body. Before the shocked eyes of the onlookers, the man's appearance changed, his hair became brown, his eyes became hazel, and freckles appeared all over his face. The man began to gasp in shock and pain, then grit his teeth. "Dammit…. Dammit!" He turned to the humans around him, who trembled in fear at the unnatural occurrence. With a flick of his wrist, he sent waves of ki over to vaporize the people. "That damn bitch, what the hell is he doing here?! This is supposed to be my world, my playground, they promised me!" He grit his teeth, "they fucking promised me that it was mine alone to do with it as I would… yet he's here? And what's worse, what the fuck are those powers?!" The freckled man pounded the ground then took to the air. His power greatly diminished due to the constant fights he put himself in, but it wasn't fair! It wasn't his fault. "I… I just miscalculated a little. I didn't realize Goku had wrathful form, then I didn't realize Jazz was here, that power, it's from fusion… but who did he fuse with?" He growled, "whoever it was is strong enough that both together could do that…" He pondered, "I remember the fusion dance… but… what do I do now…" he groaned in annoyance, then a smile popped up. "I know, I'll just get my own trump card. Goku surpassed my expectations of power so I'll still take his body, but I won't move to Vegeta's, instead, I'll continue down his." His grin widened, "but first, I have to find that damn rice cooker…"
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Shinobu looked in shock as two figures stepped out of PaoPao's room.
"M-my lady!" She bowed quickly.
PaoPao stepped out imperiously, but she then broke into a smile. "Get up, Shinobu."
"How…"
PaoPao glanced at Jazz, who looked away. "I'm going to be a bit under the weather, but I think I'll make it." He turned to Shinobu, "no one is to know, got it?"
She nodded, allowing them to walk past her. She followed after, confusion and relief clear on her face.
"PaoPao?" Chi-Chi sniffed but smiled when she saw PaoPao.
The older girl smiled at her friend. "Chi-Chi, I understand your grief and fear, but I need you to chin up." She turned to everyone, "we all need to get cleaned up and prepared for the meeting, so I'll need you all to be prepared."
The others turned and nodded, allowing members of Tsukimi to escort them. PaoPao took in a deep breath and headed over to the navigation room. There, a TV was beginning to turn on.
~"Announcing the arrival of King Gourmet Gurumes…"~ A speaker called out. The members of Tsukimi in the background twisted their faces in disgust or fear as the King of Grood appeared before them. He was a fat, ugly monster with a wide maw and upturned nose, his eyes were lopsided, one was slit-like as if swollen, and the other popped out huge and round, like an insect, manic pupils stared every which way before focusing on the screen, betraying the King's insanity. PaoPao's face however had not changed from that of a light smile as she looked up at the man.
"King Gurumes, it is an honor to meet you."
~"Yes… mmm, I… mmm, I understand how great…"~ Gurumes was in the middle of engorging himself on an entire roasted calf. He tore apart the cooked carcass, green drool and saliva slobbering over the meal as he ate. ~"I understand how great of an honor it must be…meeting the great king."~ He gulped a flagon of wine in one go, letting out a disgusting belch. He smiled as he observed PaoPao. ~"She would make a fine queen, would she not?"~ To his left and right were two people in military regalia, one was a 7-foot tall man with square shoulders, a broad chest, and a stern face. The second was a pretty woman with wild red hair. They sported the dull grey military uniform of the Grood Kingdom.
PaoPao stopped smiling, then she sighed. "Dammit…"
Everyone froze at her tone.
"I thought I could do it, but I'm an impatient person." She continued, disappearing in a puff of smoke. Jazz also disappeared in that same puff of smoke.
~"What is the!"~ But before Gurumes could continue, the wall to his castle was broken into. The Tsukimi warriors could only watch in shock and horror as a demonic monster crashed into the kingdom, slammed the king to the ground, and breathed fire on him. The kingdom's alert sirens sounded off and soldiers rushed towards the grand hall only to be knocked away as the demon flew across the kingdom. That night shook the world for weeks to come. The dragon balls were snatched away from Gurumes kingdom, alongside their entire store of blood rubies, which had numbered in the hundreds.
Back inside the airship. Jazz deposited the blood rubies in front of PaoPao's bed, and not a moment too soon as he popped into two. "There," he said, the blood rubies. "And here are the dragon balls." He placed the 6 balls on the other end.
PaoPao was silent for a few seconds before asking. "What the hell did you do?"
Jazz scratched his nose. "I purified King Gurumes, beat the absolute tar out of him, stole the dragon balls, and purified the kingdom."
"It's been an hour!" PaoPao shouted in disbelief.
"Actually 53 minutes." Jazz countered
"Don't you fucking start with me."
"Look, I got… annoyed, I was willing to pretend to be you for the banquet, but I was irritated, I couldn't let this bullshit continue."
"King Gurumes might declare war because of this."
"No he won't, or, if he was going to, it's because of the Red Ribbon Army." Jazz sighed, I saw a few cyborgs defending the dragon balls."
"Can you please not do that again…" PaoPao muttered.
"Look, PaoPao, can you perhaps, instead of yelling at me, absorb the energy or whatever?"
"Just shut up! I'm trying to concentrate!"
"Oh, so now I'm a distraction…" Jazz 3 retorted, "can I at least get a thank you?"
"Leave!"
"Fine!" Jazz stepped out of the room and faced the shocked expressions on his friends' faces.
"...What?" He asked. "You guys are acting pretty weird."
"You just single-handedly took out a country and its king, stole their greatest treasure, and came back her all in less than 15 minutes." Yamcha began, "the fact you are acting like it's not a big deal is the weird part!"
"How did you do that?" Krillin asked, "I mean, I know you have that werewolf thing, but is it really that strong?"
Chi-Chi looked at Jazz, "that demon thingy, is that why it was so strong?"
Jazz shook his head, "trade secret." He began to develop a cold sweat as an oppressive level of ki flooded from PaoPao's room. PaoPao stepped out moments later, looking as if nothing had happened. "You're feeling better?"
PaoPao's response was to smack Jazz hard enough to draw blood. "Yes, thank you, I owe you my life."
"You're welcome, dickhead." Jazz rubbed his face even as the wound healed.
"If you guys are done with the drama, what happens now?" Bulma asked. "Do we still dance?"
Before they could hear an answer. A member of Tsukimi yelled into an intercom.
"Incoming telecommunication from a skyship! It seems to be from an individual calling himself Commander Black!"
…
"You must be the queen of the Tsukumi." Commander Black stood at 7feet tall, he was shaped like a normal, if fit person, and wore a stylish tuxedo. His left eye was replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic, and his right hand and arm seemed to be replaced as well. Reuben noted Commander Black's cybernetics had received an upgrade in the few months' time since they last met. It was streamlined and smooth, and if not for the silverish sheen of chrome and steel poking from the slight gaps in his clothes, one would have thought Black was simply a normal human.
"I am not a queen, I am a clan leader."
"I see, and what difference, if any, is there?" Commander Black smiled good-naturedly.
"A clan is more akin to a family than a kingdom is thus I am more its matriarch than its unchallenged ruler."
"But they still follow your orders, and quite well I see." He smiled sadly, "If we had a leader of your caliber before I took over, the Red Ribbon Army would have conquered the world already."
"If you had a leader like me, the Red Ribbon Army would not have been the terrorists they are now."
A tense silence filled the room. Black looked around the room, then back at PaoPao. "I see that you have quite an entourage." He observed the warriors Gero had shown him in the footage. "Yamcha, bandit of the desert, Chi-Chi, daughter of the Ox-King, Krillin, a monk of Orrin Temple, Launch, Orange City's most wanted, Hercule, a boxing champion…" He chuckled, then looked towards Jazz, then Goku, "I'm truly in the presence of the elite amongst the elite."
"Hey! Without that pretty robot suit you had, I'm way stronger!" Hercule roared angrily.
PaoPao glared at him.
"No, no, let him vent." Commander Black smiled, "we are enemies, after all." Behind him, hundreds of cyborgs appeared, ready to attack at the drop of a hat.
Before anyone could start forward, PaoPao smiled. "I'm not here to fight, Staff Officer." Commander Black twitched at the terminology. "You said you wanted to speak, state the demands you have, and I will state mine."
"Unconditional surrender of your crew, assets, and ship, your allegiance, as well as any information you have on the World Government and its king.
"Damn…" PaoPao moved a hand to her mouth, "that's quite the demand."
"Well… we have the capability of eliminating you." The cyborg leader smirked. The cyborg martial artists laughed in the background.
Jazz 3 snapped a finger. General black's eyes widened as water materialized out of nowhere then began to surround the cyborgs. The less well-designed cyborgs began to short out as water entered their systems.
"This wasn't in Gero's reports…" General Black muttered, his right arm expanded, morphing into a massive hand cannon.
"I bet this wasn't in his reports either…" Jazz 3's eyes began to glow blue as he extended a hand towards the cyborg. Before General Black's eyes, his cannon arm broke apart. "Machines are pretty delicate, don't you think?" Jazz began, "one little push, pull or tug, and that's it." He smiled.
PaoPao watched the exchange with a look of bored disinterest. "As you can seem, my answer should be obvious." The others around her stepped forward, causing the still functional cyborgs to flinch. "We have our own counter demand, leave the kingdom, turn yourselves in, and face judgment."
"That won't be necessary." General White made his way off the ship.
"White, I told you to stay on the ship," Black muttered.
"Look, sir, I got a call from Gero, he told us to pull back now." General White turned to PaoPao, "look, little missy of the Tsukimi, can we let things be as they are now? I don't want to have to kill us both." He tapped his chest, "I got the equivalent of several hundred nuclear bombs strapped to my chest, this entire island kingdom, with all of us in it, will be ashes if you keep at it."
PaoPao turned to Jazz, who had the water flow towards him but did not have it disappear.
"Thanks…" General White scratched his forehead, then he looked to Goku and smiled, "I'll be looking forward to clashing against you real soon, brat…"
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Reuben was nervous, while he had been told to lay low, he had been allowed to stand at the edge of the navigation room while the leader of the Tsukimi had an audience with the former Staff Officer of the Red Ribbon Army.
"Nervous?" Strazza handed him a cup of tea.
"Thanks…" Reuben took a sip. The second he had encountered Goku, the world turned on its head. An assassin capable of shooting lasers who rode on trees and pillars in the air. A half-robot-half-man monstrosity, a shadowy demon-like ghost, a boy who shot flames from his hands and could transform into demons, a girl capable of shooting out beams of energy just from swinging a sword, and a little boy with a monkey tail, who was somehow stronger than the rest of them.
"It's a little daunting, isn't it…" Strazza muttered.
"Huh?" Reuben turned to the vixen.
"I wasn't able to keep up with the harsh training my brethren went through, so I retired from combat and became a spy, diplomat, and government liaison." Strazza shook her head, "the majority of staff on this ship are decent martial artists, and most of them are stronger than me."
Reuben had experienced first hand the skill of the Tsukimi, but it surprised him to see Strazza be so harsh on herself. "You seem pretty strong to me." Reuben said.
"Well, that's mostly because I never stopped training." Strazza admitted. "But even then, I don't hold a candle to the best of my people." She smiled, "but thank you for your words of encouragement. I couldn't keep up, but my leader still found a use for me, but do you know what she told me?"
Reuben shook his head.
"She told me 'live for yourself, your beliefs, and your heart, and I will simply be happy for the short stint in which our hearts and beliefs align." Strazza turned to look at the strong back of her leader. "So I chose to live for myself and my heart, by serving my people." She giggled, "somewhat contradictory, is it not?"
Reuben thought to himself. "I… I can't say I'm in a position to judge you."
"Well," Gnocchi interrupted their private conversation, slinging his arms over their shoulders. "I can definitely say I'm in a position to judge both of you, and I think you're doing just fine."
"...Have you been drinking." The fox-woman eyed her red-faced human compatriot wearily.
"N...nyeesss…" Gnocchi admitted, burping heartily.
The trio quieted down as the TV turned on.
This time, the image of King Gurumes was markedly different, instead of the huge ugly purple monster, it was a small fat and ugly pale man. He wore a crown and robes that seemed to barely fit him, and a crown that almost slipped from his head. His all too wide of a mouth was twisted into a smile as he glared at PaoPao, then his expression relaxed.
"I owe you!" He laughed heartily, causing everyone to blink in disbelief.
"What do you mean?" PaoPao asked.
"I was struck with a terrible, cruel hunger, that infected me ever since I first encountered those accursed Blood Rubies. So when that… thing, attacked my kingdom, it burned away my curse and took away those Rubies, and now, I am beautiful again!" He laughed boldly.
"I see… I am happy… that things are better for you now…" PaoPao began.
Jazz smirked in the background.
"Now… for the matter of remunerations" The king began.
PaoPao's eyes snapped open. "Come again?" She began.
"Well, yes, I was attacked, in my home territory, my castle destroyed, and my kingdom's most valuable asset taken away, I'll need to be paid back for my suffering, and I promise you, it's going to cost a pretty amount of Zeni." PaoPao's eyes darkened. "Of course, if you don't wish to pay, it will be war!" He guffawed loudly, causing PaoPao to turn and glare at Jazz, who looked away. "But still! Even with that, we are still coming together peacefully, I invite you! The Ball will be postponed for a few days, but I wish you the best and hope you enjoy yourselves at it soon!" The communication turned off before anyone could speak.
"To be fair." Jazz 3 began, "I saved your life."
PaoPao didn't say anything. Instead, she held a hand to her forehead and rapidly scrawled magic runes unto it.
"Oh fuck…" Jazz 3 turned to flee. Almost immediately, as he tried to charge away at full power, his limbs exploded. PaoPao punched him in the face, then blinked in shock at his state.
"Jazz?!" She screamed.
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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan
Age: 17 years (gonna be his birthday in two days, so just saying 17 now, since 16 and 12 months will probably piss someone off lol, that said, my favorite time of 2020 was when after midnight, the clock changed from 12:59 to 12:60.
Hair color: Red
Skin color: white
Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish descent), Quarter Asian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)
Height: 5ft 11inches | 177.8 centimeters
Weight: 159 lbs | 72.12 kilograms, bound by a Crane School Training/ Torture device
Skills: Skills are what you make of them, it doesn't matter what's known, just how to use it
Powers: Magic Materialization (Fire) (Mastered Understanding), Magic Materialization (Water) (Mastered Understanding), Magic Materialization (Ice) (basic understanding), Magic Materialization (smoke) (basic understanding), Magic Materialization (steam) (basic understanding), Magic Materialization (lightning) (beginner Understanding) Telekinesis (Mastered),
General magic: Basic Understanding
Shapeshifting, Mastered Skill level (indefinite)
Noble Werewolf. Juvenile Awakening, 1.5x,
Emissive Techniques: Kamehameha, Don Don Pa, Solar Flare
Body Techniques: Max Power/ Pump Up (1.5x (mastered), 2x (capable), Four Witches Technique, 12 Eyes Technique
Fusion Dance
Powerlevel: 30, will raise to 45 temporarily when using Pump Up/Max Power 1.5, or 60 when using Pump Up/Max Power 2x, if using Juvenile awakening, power will be 67.5 or 90 respectively
Jazz 2 (Currently developing and training his werewolf and pump up ability)
Werewolf: Adolescent Awakening (1.65x), Pump Up/Max power: 1.3(gains power and speed), 1.575(gains power but doesn't lose speed), 2.1x(speed is not reduced as severely)
Powerlevel: 29, will raise to 45.675 or 60.9 utilizing Pump Up, raises to 47.85 utilizing juvenile awakening alone. If utilized with Pump Up, raises to 55.125, 75.36375, and 95.7 respectively
Jazz 3 (Currently training with Master Roshi)
Powerlevel: 47.5, Pump Up: 71.25 or 95 respectively, with Juvenile Awakening: 71.25, if utilized with Pump Up: 107.25 or 142.5 respectively
Jazz 4 (Currently on the 6 month trip to Namek with Kami)
Powerlevel: 40
Staff Technique: Intermediate
Hand to Hand Technique: Intermediate
Ki techniques: Basic
Magic materialization: Intermediate
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Afterword:
You thought it'd be an afterword, but it was me! The author!
jk lol
hmmm... it seems Jazz tried to be pro-active and nip the mysterious variable in the bud, and his actions did have some benefit, it will take much longer for the mysterious person to recover. But unfortunately he miscalculated another glaring weakness of the Multi-form, it divides everything, from strength, speed, power, and even intelligence, to durability. The multi-forms splitting into 1/8ths simply could not handle the power coursing through their body. Also, math time again then. As I give you a power level estimate for the characters.
Jazz 2 has a powerlevel of 29, splitting then using his two halves to do the fusion dance will raise his powerlevel to 290, using his strengthened werewolf and pump up training, his power raised up to between 765 and 1020. The person he was fighting was stronger than that though, so Jazz slowed them down with his psychic ability, unfortunately, the being's power began to overwhelm him, so Jazz had to fuse again, he split his metamoran fusion in half, then fused them together, making himself literally End Game Saiyan Saga levels of power, his body however couldn't handle the stress, and split apart after a few seconds of fighting. His limbs then blew up in an attempt to get rid of the residual power still coursing his body.
The same exact thing is happening to Jazz 3, though his took longer, as he only split and fused once, as opposed to Jazz 2 doing it twice. If this didn't happen, Jazz could probably stop training and just stack multiform fusions ad nauseum until he could make Whis his bitch.