"I got here as quickly as I could, Kami." Jazz said.
"Alright old man!" A wisp of smoke formed around Jazz before coalescing before him, and a decidedly feminine voice rang out from the smoke, loud enough to catch the attention of anyone within 30 feet. "Why did you need us?" Just as Jazz 4 had gotten some training done, Z hadn't slouched either. The Namekian Book of legends revealed that she was likely of the same demon race as Lucifer and Dabura, by feeding her ki and magic, Jazz had given her the ability to somewhat manifest herself physically, but she was only able to take the form of this misty wisp even after a year and a half of steady ki, Porunga, unfortunately, hadn't been able to restore her body either, shocking them both when he revealed that the magic that turned her was something beyond even him.
"Thank you for getting here as quickly as possible." Kami's voice was grave. "I was an idiot, I should have known he escaped."
Jazz raised an eyebrow, "who escaped?"
Kami sighed. "I was not the only disciple of Earth's guardian, there were two of us. I, and my friend, Garlic Jr."
Jazz narrowed his eyes. "Did Garlic escape?"
"No, not that, please, let me continue." Kami implored.
Jazz leaned against the air and allowed Kami to continue.
"Thank you," The namekian sighed. "I had been part of an original being, whose name was long forgotten, but I was extremely powerful, more powerful than I even am now after the venerable Guru increased my Power."
Jazz raised an eyebrow, Kami's power had leaped from around 260 to a terrifying 19,000 after Guru unlocked his potential, but the original being before he and Piccolo merged was stronger?
"We had been attacked by some great evil, Garlic and I, and barely drove it away. It was from that fight that Garlic learned that his father was in fact an evil invader, bent on enslaving the planet and that Earth's previous Guardian killed him. It was because of that being that I devised the Mafuba, and I need to teach it to you, now."
Jazz hadn't seen Kami look this worried before. "What happened?" He asked.
"My evil half has taken advantage of the abilities of the Namekian Dragon Clan, namely the act of laying eggs, then utilized the forbidden technique of Namekian Fusion." His face twisted in fury, "hundreds of eggs laid and brought back to him to feed, and I didn't realize until now."
"Why do you only know now?" Jazz demanded.
"Because I didn't want him to know." A voice called out from behind.
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Jazz's doppelgänger turned to his friends. "The original is in danger." He turned to Jackie Chun. "It is the demon king Piccolo and the mysterious being who attempted to kill Goku, Master Roshi." White fur sprouted from Jazz's body as he lifted up to the air and flew towards Kami's lookout.
"Huh? You're Roshi?" Goku asked, confused.
"Nevermind that! We must travel after him, quickly! Jackie Chun ripped off his wig, revealing Master Roshi, and threw down his capsule. Goku, Krillin, Chi-Chi, Hercule, and the healed Tien and healed Yamcha hopped into the plane, based on Bulma's best designs and Tsukimi's best billing. The jet screamed into the air after Clone Jazz's quickly fleeing form.
The announcer could only look on in shock, before declaring that by forfeit, Argent was the winner. The young man simply watched the fighters rush away, before surreptitiously collecting any and all spilled blood, hair, and other tissue from the few fights he was able to witness and take part in. He put them away in a capsule with a tiny 'RR' logo.
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"Hah!" Sparks flew as blades clashed against each other. PaoPao leaped back, sweat glistening as she faced down a dozen Jiang-Shi, at the distance, two young women clutched talismans, channeling magical energy into them and leading the Jiang-Shi forward.
PaoPao twirled her blade and leaped back into the fight, dodging the first slash, she used the force of the blow to propel her into the next short group of enemies, who she deflected with a ki blast. Her movements and attacks aimed to stun and bruise rather than kill, which she did, finally blowing past the last of the Jiang-Shi and reaching her opponents. The two women, one blond, the other black-haired, dropped the talismans. PaoPao removed her own Talisman from her forehead and flashed a toothy grin. "You girls did better, this time it only took you 24 recruits to hold me back for 30 minutes."
This was a common training exercise. Utilizing the power of the jiang-shi talisman, the two women, Abigail and Rhoda, the dedicated witches of Tsukimi, were capable of controlling up to 1500 people each, but the more people they had control of, the harder it was to direct them directly, the most they could control simultaneously while also being coordinated were 14 for Abigail and 10 for Rhoda.
Abigail, the blonde, sighed, "I'm sorry mistress, our improvement is slow…"
"Perish that thought!" PaoPao snapped, smiling, "the talisman style and magic I gave you was created to reduce the strain on both yours and the enemy's body, it was weaker than the style I used, but from your training and practice, you edited and fixed it to make it as strong as my style, while also keeping the ease of use." She grinned, "I'm proud of both of you!"
The girls blushed at their leader's compliments before bowing and turning to rest for the day. PaoPao collected the talismans from the jiang-shi, and when the recovered students of Tsukimi's martial school got up, she dismissed them as well. PaoPao then sighed and returned to her practice drills. Every day, every day since a year ago she practiced with her sword, magic, and ki, the same image playing again and again in her mind, the vision of her sister cutting her down and turning to face her friends. She surpassed the real person a long time ago, at least, she surpassed the Mei Lin of a year ago, but her fear still held her down, and the illusion she made of her sister sometimes kept her awake at night. It was during one such bad night that Jazz 3, after stupidly drinking what he thought was apple cider, drunkenly proposed to her in a public venue. She had smacked him and walked away at that instant and hadn't spoken to him since. Today had actually been the day the doppelgangers reunited with the original, yet she hadn't seen him off, nor did she come to the tournament to participate. She was simply too busy with her work now, as the leader of Tsukimi, she had to make sure her soldiers and non-combatants could survive anything any enemy threw their way.
~"Lady PaoPao"~ Taka's voice played loudly on the speaker at the end of her personal training hall.
"Speak, Taka, what is wrong."
~"Reports of strange activity from the Grood Kingdom."~
"Gurumes' land?" PaoPao asked, standing up, "What's going on?"
~"...Demons, coming from the Red Ribbon Army Base, many of them bearing the witchcraft symbols. They are killing and kidnapping the populace, at almost random intervals."~
"Gather the veterans, split them in half, and tell Abigail to get ready."
~"My lady?!"~ Taka began, concern in his voice.
"Our spies did not report unusual activity for the entire year Taka, that means either someone lied, we were fooled, or this is an outside force with a relation to the Red Ribbon Army, either way, we need to move now before they reach the mainland!" PaoPao opened a capsule and smiled grimly at the thousands of talismans she had personally crafted and channeled ki into. "We're about to enter our first true war. Notify the King. he and any major government figures need to find a place to hide, tell them to mobilize long-range units and have his forces organized for anti-ki warrior tactics."
~"Should we notify the Turtle School?"~ Taka asked
After a few seconds, PaoPao nodded, "yes, keep them briefed and updated. But don't demand that they come. If they want to help, I'll welcome it, however." She opened a storage capsule, then opened a large pillbox. Inside of it was a Senzu, courtesy of Rueben, a Red Ribbon Army agent turned ally and supplier for Tsukimi for the past year. There were 10 beans in her possession, though she didn't know what the fight she was about to partake in would entail, so she only took two out and kept them on her person, just to be safe. She donned her armor, got her weapons, and went out to view her troops. It took them just 15 minutes to prepare and show up before her, a testament to their discipline and skill. The Tsukimi uniform had changed a bit to reflect her priorities. While the clothing was still relatively light, emphasizing mobility and flexibility, the chest, back, pelvis, stomach, thighs, and limbs had some armor, designed to absorb impacts when clashing with fellow physical fighters. Each warrior also had two talismans ready to be equipped at a moment's notice. PaoPao smiled at the men and women before them, each and every one of them had survived and continued to survive and thrive in the rigorous training they faced as members of Tsukimi. Some had more talent than others, but every single one of them could proudly state that they could defeat the PaoPao who had just taken over her family's clan. A few of the warriors, if only due to dispensation of talent, were even comparable to the prized talents of the Turtle School, who, according to Roshi, were all so rare that it could be considered like attempting to sift through the ocean sand in order to find a gemstone. She looked over each and every one of her warriors, her eyes resting on the one standing at the front.
PaoPao was only 18, but at the least, she could be considered as an adult, as opposed to the 16-year-old boy in front of her. Regardless of how hardened his expression, born from the horrors of the Crane School attack, how great his resolve, shown by the scars all over his body from training, and how prodigious his talent, given by Jazz's own admission that the boy could likely give Tien a run for his money due to his talent, Suchiru Taiga was not someone she wanted to send out to die.
The young man glanced up at his leader, a woman barely older than him, then spoke, "we are ready to serve as your blade, mistress." At his words, he and the hundreds of Veterans of the Tsukimi placed a fist on their chests in unison and bowed. The sound of their synchronization echoed a thrilling, intimidating feeling.
PaoPao nodded, then she raised her hand. "I call you here, not to die in battle or to simply be my blade, but to join me in upholding our clan's new doctrine, as a shield for the world." She raised her blade, and the various warriors raised their spears in unison before piling into their designated airships.
PaoPao glanced at her phone, which had a missed message from Jazz. Sighing, she put the phone down and entered her airship, accompanied by Abigail, Taka, Shinobu, and Talia. "Alright then, let's understand just what we're dealing with."
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Jazz rushed forward, gritting his teeth as he pressed his fight against the enemy before him. He marveled at the similarities and differences Demon King Piccolo shared with his counterpart. To start, the demon king's skin was smoother, and his face lacked the massive plethora of wrinkles that the guardian had. Due to his interference, the demon king no longer had his hands around the throat of Mr. Popo, allowing Kami to rush over and heal his ally and dear friend.
"I see…" Jazz began quietly, "you used the dragon balls to regain your youth?" He asked, watching as the namekian of the demon clan stretched a limb out to grab at him. Jazz, who was at half strength, had split in two and fused, like before, the limit was hard on 4. Jazz also activated his full power, werewolf form, and PaoPao's talisman magic. Yet despite all that he still was on the backfoot against the evil being standing before him.
"I did not." Demon King Piccolo grinned, "my children became my nourishment and restored my youth, eventually, however, no matter how many I created, no matter what I did to them, even after making them fuse with their siblings and absorbing the results, my growth became paltry." He flexed his body then slammed Jazz into the pillar. "I know now, I need my other half, with him, I will be complete, the ultimate being, capable of taking the lives of anyone who stand in my conquest for destruction and rule." Jazz rolled and slammed his foot into the Namekian's face, then summoned Ryu Kusanagi, the blade was based on the same legendary magic sword of Japanese Folklore, and as he sliced down, an invisible blade of wind extended from the blade, chopping off Piccolo's arm. The demon king's arm, as if possessed, charged towards the metamoran fusion, who sliced it to ribbons, the parts of the arm that came into contact with the flames burst into flame, causing the demon king to scream in pain.
Jazz didn't pause to admire his work, instead, he charged forward, aura concentrating on his blade.
Piccolo smirked, "you didn't believe that huh…" he laughed and flew back, dodging the attack.
Jazz smiled as flames exploded out from his body. The demon king groaned, the heat was one of the few glaring weaknesses of the namekians. "Don't like the heat, huh? Well, how about-"
He was cut off when a mutated namekian of the demon clan covered in scaled skin and wings smashed into him, then another mutated namekian, with a dragon-like face and body, kicked him into the air. The two of them were weaker than him currently, but the attacks certainly blindsided him.
"Jazz!" Kami rushed forward to help, but he was kicked away by Piccolo.
"Fuse with me, weakling! Your paltry power is n…" He paused as he observed the old namekian.
"Hahaha… Kami, for all your words of wisdom, and for your hatred of my methods, you stooped to my level, for how else would you have achieved your power?"
Jazz looked at Kami, after Guru's potential unlock and his training with Nail, Kami had a power level of 19,716. Demon King Piccolo on the other hand had a power level of 44,000, making him even stronger than Nail. If not for Piccolo needed Kami alive, and Kami having experience with fighting an opponent this much stronger than him, he would not be able to remain standing. Jazz rushed forward to help, but the two namekians blocked his path.
"You think you can help your pathetic guardian?" The first demon sneered, "you'll have to get past me, Tambourine 2!"
"And you'll have to get past me, Drum 2!"
The two demonic mutants looked just like their original counterparts, likely already the unfortunate victims of Demon King Piccolo's desire for power. Jazz smirked, "your power levels are barely over 10,000 each even after all of the namekians you consumed through fusion, that's impressive for this time." He grinned as dozens of other mutants of the demon clan flew towards him. "Pitiful effort." Their power levels were all wildly different, the highest at 8000 and the lowest at 200, he noticed however that the majority of demons, about 50 or so of them, all had power levels less than 1,000. He put a mental ticket on about the situation. "Anyways, I didn't get to let loose in the tournament, so, I'll do it now." Two flaming circles appeared around his arms, transforming into Chakrams, at the same time, white smoke emanated from his body as he transformed. He stood at 8 feet tall, with massive, 6 inch long blades emanating from his fingers. The smell of ozone was heavy in the air as he began to multiform.
"I'll need your help on this one, Z."
"Of course." He felt his mind slipping and cracking as he saw through hundreds, then thousands of eyes, all of a sudden, his vision went black, and he began to see a world bathed in darkness, glittering with nearly 100 malevolent blue lights, each one glowing at a different intensity.
"Purgatory flames!" Jazz and each of his doppelgangers said at the same time. The flames circled out from the chakrams, generated by a fraction of the ki and magical energy he could normally employ, though this was spread out amongst 4096 clones, each sporting a power level of nearly 10. The ki and flames almost instantaneously gathered together as each of the doppelgangers transformed again into the oblong crystal-like behemoth that he had taken the form of when he fought against Mei Lin. "What's 12 trillion times 4000?" He asked, smiling.
"Divine Herald!"
Ki, lightning, and fire rained from the sky. A demon got struck by a bolt of ki, then laughed, the attack did nothing, perhaps it felt like rain, then another tiny strike hit him, then another, and another, soon, the strikes came down together, and the amusement turned to irritation, then into pain as the demons realized what was happening.
"No matter how weak the power level, an electric eel will deliver the same amount of voltage." Jazz began as the electric strikes connected together. The demons attempted to flee, but the Jazz's then activated Master Roshi's Thundershock surprise, holding the demons in place and sending several additional thousands of jolts of electricity on them. The demons could only scream as he burned them with the power of 51,000 lightning bolts. The majority of demons collapsed, dead from the power of Jazz's attack, but about a dozen or so remained. These were all the ones with power levels above 6000.
Jazz reunited with his thousands of multiforms in less than half a minute as the remaining demons attempted to charge towards him, but a series of massive explosions yielding force equal to MOABs staggered the demons, while they primarily only took damage from the heat, the force of the blows did slow them down. Jazz grinned as he reformed fully and laughed, "electricity through water creates hydrogen and oxygen. Which is explosive when fused, didn't you take science class?" He was in the metallic form with the blades and blitzed through the living namekians of the demon clan, decapitating them before roasting them with his flames one more time.
"Did you really need to do all that?" Z asked.
Jazz didn't answer as his last doppelganger charged into Demon King piccolo and took the form of a black scaled blue-ringed octopus. It bit into the demon king, who screamed as a special combination of poison and venom designed for Namekian Biology was injected into his veins. He grabbed the clone, snapping its neck and vaporizing the body.
Jazz winced as his power level dropped temporarily from the loss of one of his multiforms. The demon king turned to look at him and glared angrily.
"You mock me!?" He clutched his neck. "A poison like this…"
"Was designed to cause you pain and incapacitate you." Jazz continued, no longer smiling. "Sorry, but you're not going anywhere."
Kami, who was covered in bruises and injuries, smiled. "Thank you Jazz." He raised his hands as he prepared the Mafuba.
Piccolo widened his eyes. "No!" He stabbed himself in the chest, causing Jazz to shout in shock. As he lay there, preparing to die, Kami collapsed as well.
"Hehehehe… with me gone, so too will the geezer…" He glared at Jazz as his face bulged.
"I'll throw all of my grudges unto you, bastard." A massive egg was spit out of Piccolo, and with it, his power level dropped to nearly zero. Jazz healed his body and watched as Kami slowly stood up.
"The egg…" Kami began, "after it! It… it's him!"
Jazz nodded in understanding. "I got it!" Just as he said that he split into two halves. He was hit by a wave of exhaustion, but shook his head, even now, he still had a power level of over 4000, he flew towards the egg, which sailed over Kami's lookout. As soon as he was 100 feet off of the lookout, a beam of ki pierced his stomach, knocking him away. He looked up to see the worst possible person to see at the moment.
"Hey, Jazz…" The brown-haired Saiyan grinned. His eyes gleamed a gold light and his hair stood on end as a green aura filled his body. "How's it been?" He looked at the egg, "Honestly, I was a little annoyed, when he attained all that power, he started acting all uppity, even though I was still stronger, well, stronger when doing this, do you like it?" He pointed to his eyes and hair, "I've been working on it."
Jazz smiled as he healed his wounds, but inside, his mind reeled. "Oh, it's you again, you never did give me your name."
The saiyan smiled, "you don't deserve it," and charged forward.
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The capitol of the Grood Kingdom was in shambles. Any citizens still in the city huddled in tiny emergency shelters as demons flew from above, plucking anyone unfortunate, unlucky, or desperate enough to find themselves outside of the shelters.
One such boy found himself huddling in the corner of an alleyway. Crying softly to himself as the two demons chuckled and walked towards him.
"Hmm… he looks scrawny." The first demon said to the other. "Should we take him, Bongo?" This demon was covered head-to-toe in spikes, like a green porcupine, bird-like wings sprouted from his back, but from close inspection, one could see that the wings were made out of more of the quills. "He might serve us better as a snack."
"Maybe… let's be careful about this though, Marimba my brother." The one called Bongo was massive, standing at 8 feet tall at the shoulder, he had a gorilla-like body, massive and hunched forward, and comically tiny bat-like wings and a face resembling a snake's. His long neck stretched an additional 4 feet and an extra pair of bat-like wings that sprouted from his head. Like his brother, he was green in color and sported the same purple clothing of their father, the Demon King Piccolo. "We're running out of humans to find, and they need more and more for their experiments, Fiddlesticks will be furious if he finds out we ate one."
The teen could only flinch and back away in fright as the demons smirked and walked forward. He closed his eyes, but instead of the pain of being hacked limb from limb and devoured, he heard the demons scream and the sound of blades piercing flesh. He opened his eyes in shock, seeing that the demons had been dispatched by several men and women clothed in black ninja armor.
"Are you alright?" One of the ninjas removed their scarf, revealing a young man, maybe no older than him, with two talismans on his head. His eyes were red and his skin was slightly blue, but he seemed trustworthy enough, at least, he didn't try to kill the terrified teen.
"Y-yeah…" The teen trembled, his red hair and blue eyes were nearly as striking as his freckles. "What the hell were those things?"
"Demons under King Piccolo." Another warrior answered.
The boy widened his eyes. "Demon King Piccolo?!" He screamed, then covered his mouth.
Suchiru, the strongest of Tsukimi's warriors, narrowed his eyes at the boy's outburst. "Let us get you to safety, are there any others who are in danger?" He asked.
The boy nodded. "I… I needed to find food for the others."
"Can you take us to them?"
"Captain, more demons approach, about 30 this time!" The solder's voice was full of fear. The demons of King Piccolo had wildly fluctuating power. Some were weaker than some warriors without even relying on the slip, others were more powerful than Suchiru and required several elites to gather together, and the worst part was it was impossible to determine by rank or appearance on which was which, they only knew that the most powerful tended to travel either alone, or by leading large groups.
"Then we need to hurry. Please lead the way young man." Suchiru looked at the boy. "I am Suchiru, what is your name?"
The boy gulped as he stood up. "M-my name is B-Bart…"
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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan
Age: 19 years
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: 6 feet 0.5 inches | 184.15 centimeters
Weight: 195 lbs | 88.4505 kilograms, Using additional weights totaling 300lbs or 136.078 kilo
Skills: Advanced Staff Technique, Advanced Kinjutsu (sword technique), Advanced Hand-to-Hand technique, Advanced Ki techniques, Mastered Magic Materialization
Capable of creating: Conventional Weapons, Food, various tools (limited by his knowledge of the materials, craftsmanship, and scientific knowledge)
Weapons that can be created: Long Ruyi Jingu Bang, Long Bansho Fan, Ryu Kusanagi, Wyvern's Wind-And-Fire Wheels, Dragon's Flame-Tipped Spear, Fafnir's Gungnir, Leviathan's Trident
Powers: Elemental Magic Materialization, Capable of summoning and freely manipulating fire, water, wind, and earth, capable of freely utilizing and creating lightning, ice, smoke, and steam, capable of manipulating and stirring the growth of plant and animal life. Mastered Telekinesis.
Mastery of General Magic Concepts and abilities, a basic understanding of intermediate level magical techniques, a basic understanding of advanced magical techniques.
Shapeshifting: Mastered Skill level (indefinite)
Transformation Power Techniques
Noble Werewolf: Adolescent Awakening: 3.375x power
Full Power: A renamed form of Pump-Up/ Max Power, no longer lowers speed, instead it now grants strength and speed proportional to power gain: 2.7x power
Talisman Magic: Body Enhancement: 1.5x Power, drains magical energy over time, lasts 20 minutes at full, before then draining ki
Emissive Techniques: Kamehameha, Don Don Pa, Solar Flare, Tri-Beam, Thunder Shock Surprise, Barrage Ki attack, Magic Fire Kamehameha, Thunderfire Kamehameha. Ki-Flame Sword, Marshmallow Meteor,
Body Techniques: Four Witches Technique, 12 Eyes Technique, Fusion Dance, Wolf Fang Fist
Powerlevel: Temporarily Cut in half due to using 12 Eyes technique aka: Multiform. Currently 299.5
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Afterword:
The thicken plots… wait… the plot thickens. Just who is this mysterious Saiyan? Just why does he know the goings on of the world of Dragon Ball, and who is this young Bart? What is his connection in this? Why is he here? Will Jazz's other half get to him in time? Or will he unfortunately bite the dust. Find out all that and more, next time, on TRAVELS OF A UNIVERSE 7 TRESPASSER
DBZ ending rock theme intensifies
Jazz's metamoran fusion was at only half capacity, as he left a clone behind, just in case the others got in danger. But due to Piccolo appearing, the clone realized he was needed. Jazz at half capacity's full potential power was about 3000 points weaker than Demon King Piccolo, but since they were both in the 40,000's, the difference was enough that Jazz having weapons and knowing the demon King's weakness to heat helped turn the tide, it also helps that he has an opponent he could use his full power against. Ooh, I just realized, he's had his first kills. The mutants of the Namekian Clan. Way to start with a bang, you psycho.