(Part of the chapter got deleted, so I've reposted it)
Perhaps it was the heat that radiated from his body or the electricity that flared around him, generated from the 1 million of those lightning generating monstrosities the boy enjoyed duplicating and cloning into, or perhaps it was because he now had four limbs and in each limb was a weapon based on myths and legends. Or perhaps it was simply because of the way his ki seemed to radiate off of his body. Regardless of the reason, the saiyan felt enough fear and desperation to activate the second stage of wrathful. He had yet to master it, but he knew the power was astounding.
The saiyan rushed forward and aimed a flying fist and kick at Jazz, who batted away the attack with ease. He didn't even have the time to scream as the fusion struck him three times in the chest then once in the stomach, followed by a massive blast of searing flames. As the saiyan got his bearing, he watched in shock as Jazz split himself into hundreds, then thousands, then hundreds of thousands, to a little over 1 million duplicates, which took the form of those electric generating behemoths. They focused their electricity on the main Jazz. The saiyan charged forward, but the million Jazz clones all fired off their staffs, which extended and expanded, blotting out the sun as they stretched and sailed across the heavens. The clones began to rapidly re-enter the body of their original, whose power rapidly returned and grew as each one returned.
Jazz held one staff, one spear, one sword, and one trident, one weapon in each of his four hands, the second two generated from Tien's four witches technique, it gave him the appearance of a Hindu god, especially when wreathed in the flames of the phoenix. He thought back to his training with the Southern Transformation school, it would take 5 years to make the power of the phoenix fully his, but even now, its strength was more than a godsend for the boy, helping him in ways that a high power level simply didn't. "Hmm…" He said, smiling, "1,280,463, good job. You're stronger than me again, by 4.26%"
"Shut up!" The saiyan screamed, charging forward. As soon as he entered within 100 feet of Jazz, he was struck with a numbing level of electricity.
"Let's do some more math!" Jazz charged forward, the saiyan was too numb from the electricity to attack correctly. "Each those things I turn into, which I'll dub Lightning Monoliths, have within them 12 trillion electrocytes, which follow the structure model of electric eels." He slashed into the saiyan, chopping off each of its 4 limbs with the three of his weapons that were edged. The saiyan attempted to blast him in the face, but he extended his staff to push the saiyan's jaw away, sending the blast into the air. He then proceeded to smash several kicks into the the saiyan's side before throwing him even further into the air.
The saiyan's arms regenerated rapidly, but Jazz noticed the rapid drop in power level from pulling such a stunt. "I don't need your math lesson!"
"Well, I don't care!" Jazz retorted, smashing his fist into the saiyan, piercing his chest. "12 trillion electrocytes, times the 1 million of them I generated for those few short seconds? That equals about 13 billion lightning bolts, and 13 quintillion joules of force generated from the voltage, or, the equivalent of over 3000 megaton nuclear bombs, energy-wise at least." He grinned, "no ki required for that technique, just the power needed to create so many duplicates, at a power level of a little over 1. So I can generate an additional level of ki." He chuckled as the lightning, ki, and flames gathered together into his weapons. "Get fucked."
The attack generated enough power, heat, and wind to split the clouds.
The saiyan screamed in pain as his body was burned away. But he held solace to the fact that he'd simply reform once again until he heard chilling words.
"Mafuba."
Jazz sighed as he captured the tiny bit of essence left of the enemy into a steel canister, he corked it and placed a sealing talisman on it, then wrapped it up and placed the canister inside a capsule. He then handed the capsule to Kami, before splitting apart and exploding with energy.
"Jazz!" The others rushed to his unconscious form, but a ghostly wisp came out.
"Calm down, he's just sleeping, he'll get up soon, with a terrible headache… and other side-effects." Z said, startling everyone.
"That voice?" Krillin reacted fearfully. "You're the one who attacked us back on the island!"
"Hey, I ain't your enemy." Z retorted angrily.
"That's good… I don't think I could handle another enemy…" Tien's limbs trembled as Yamcha helped him stand.
"That's cause you used up all your energy and damaged your body, just like this idiot…" Z chuckled, "I think it's called Delayed Onset Ki Disorder or something, you use way more ki than your body can handle, best-case scenario, this happens, worst-case scenario, and you blow up and die."
"What?!" Roshi asked, "But… that requires days of rigorous, life-threatening training!" He looked at Tien, "if that fusion technique is so deadly, I forbid you from using it!"
"Calm down old man. It's only dangerous if you use the double fusion or beyond, Tien's lucky he didn't end up nearly blowing himself up like this idiot over here."
"Umm…" Blue-haired Launch walked over. "Do you remember me?"
"Of course I do, you're the one who wanted to understand yourself better, right? How's it been?"
"I want to say… thank you." She bowed before the ghostly wisp, which seemed to swell in joy.
"HAHAHAHA! Of course!"
Kami walked forward, nursing his wounded shoulder. "I must thank all of you for your assistance."
Roshi peered at the man who was a spitting image of the demon who killed his master. "You, you aren't Piccolo, are you?"
"No… but I am responsible for him." Kami repeated his tail, regarding the origins of Piccolo. "And now, all that evil is trapped within this egg, I must destroy it before it hatches, even if it kills me, his evil should not be allowed to persist."
"If you die…" Jazz groaned, beginning to wake up. "The dragon balls disappear too…"
"As much anger as I feel over the loss of my master, you are the one who trained him, didn't you?" Roshi asked. Kami nodded. "Then I cannot be angry, the good you have done, the dragon balls you created, that outweighs the evil that is piccolo. And perhaps, you can outweigh the evil that exists in that egg."
Kami shook his head, "Piccolo is pure evil, he is born from evil, and will never change."
"But Kami." Jazz began, "if it was possible to corrupt you and turn you dark, requiring the fission, shouldn't the opposite be possible as well?"
Kami pondered his words, then nodded. "You are right. I am sorry, it is just… I did not believe my other half, and the one who released him could be defeated so easily… but unfortunately, it isn't over."
"Guys…" Chi-Chi took out her phone, "PaoPao's just sent us all a message."
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"Dammit, why respond only now?!" PaoPao groaned angrily. Demons laughed as they poured down from the sky, some were cut down by ki blasts and weapon attacks, others made it to the ground and began to cut down the veteran soldiers. Elites amongst the elites were able to hold back, hold off, or even cut down the demons, but still, her people were on the back foot. They had already lost 100 of their veterans and slowly retreated closer and closer to the temporary stronghold they had created from the ruins of a soldier barrack. Ki snipers stood in the background, attempting to hold off some of the demons, but they were still in deep trouble. Suchiro and his elites cut through several demons a minute, but there were thousands. The fact that the demon king had somehow spawned this many in only a short time terrified her. "How long had he been festering in this kingdom…" She groaned fearfully. She began taking out talisman paper to prepare spells, in another corner, a demon was cutting through their troops and the few kingdom soldiers who survived like knives through melting butter, that group and Suchiro's group would clash soon, and she needed to prepare in case the worst happened.
"You'd think your 'oh so valuable' friends would be here to help, wouldn't they?" Shinobu said sarcastically, both tags covered her head, due to the effects of the magic tags from PaoPao and Abigail interacting with each other, the power of the individual soldiers who used the tags fluctuated between 5 and 10 times, sometimes the magic simply overlapped, most of the time it would add to itself, for a few people, the magic seemed to cross through itself and multiply the user's power, a 25 times boost if one could say, but only three people had that unique circumstance happen to them. Shinobu was one of them, but she was not a good fighter, so even with the power, PaoPao could defeat her using one tag. Abigail, ironically, was the second person to receive this unique interaction, though, like Shinobu, Abigail was no physical fighter, so the extra power was lost on her. Luckily, for everyone, the third person to experience this unique interaction was Sachiru, who was capable of exhibiting strength and speed surpassing the power of the Jiang-Shi Mei Lin had created.
That same Sachiru was in the middle of getting his face pounded in by a green-skinned voluptuous woman-like demon with horn-like growths sprouting from its forehead and batlike wings that did not actually flap, despite her flying.
"You're skilled, I'll give you that." The demon said with a disarmingly masculine and gravelly voice, but that's just it, you're simply the shiniest piece of trash amongst the beings I have the displeasure of having to clean up."
Sachiru raised his blade, channeling ki into it to block the attack from the demon. A second, smaller tanto stabbed into its wrist, allowing the young man to push himself free. At the same time, several Tsukimi warriors trained in ki control fired off Kamehamehas, don don rays, and Tri-Beams on the demon.
"Fantastic effort." The demon sneered, "I can see why my elite brethren died to your blade. But this son of the demon king is different, I am his greatest, and was given the gift of power, the right to consume the weaklings." The demon's arm stretched, PaoPao charged forward at that moment, she channeled ki into her sword.
"Ki sword wave!" She shouted as a crescent moon-shaped sickle of ki spiraled through the air before smashing into her enemy's outstretched arm. Smoke filled the skies from the impact. The demon turned its eyes towards her.
"You are their leader, hmm, you look like her but you are weaker."
PaoPao grit her teeth in irritation. She took out several talismans and launched them forward to surround the demon, who observed the attack passively. The barrier formed around the demon. PaoPao then threw talismans to 7 additional warriors, and they all channeled ki into the talismans, each point of the cube-like barrier, which had a talisman, began to gleam as the barrier increased in strength, then the barrier began to shrink.
The demon, realizing the plan, attempted to break out of the barrier by using its power in an extreme explosion of energy, the barrier held despite its attack, but the effort left PaoPao and her warriors gasping for air.
"Suchiro!" She shouted. The warrior did not need a second hint as he charged towards the enemy and cut down the rest of the Majin alongside their soldiers.
"You…" The demon clansmen trapped in the barrier smirked. "You have the honor of knowing the name of Piccolo's strongest son, I am Fiddlesticks." A massive scream and a shout later, and the barrier shattered into pieces.
The warrior screamed in victory and prepared a massive ki blast, preparing to destroy PaoPao and her men. Suchiro rushed towards them in vain, but, like a meteor cutting through the sky, Goku fell from the heavens, his eyes gleaming gold, and a talisman emblazoned on his forehead. He pierced Fiddlestick's chest, killing the demon clansmen almost instantly.
They watched as Goku grabbed unto the flying nimbus, which came to grab him. "Hey, PaoPao! Sorry, I'm late!"
Despite how grateful she felt, PaoPao felt a biting feeling of irritation in the back of her head.
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"215 Dead, on our side, 300 injured, fortunately, only 50 of our dead had been revived by the dragon balls once before, so there is a chance for the others." Taka had gathered the tally of the dead.
"What about the kingdom itself?" PaoPao asked.
"5 million 2 hundred and 30 thousand, and at least three hundred thousand more missing or unaccounted for, we were only able to find 1 million people in hiding, only about a 6th of the original population." Taka continued. "The infrastructure is down, the island was on a fault line, so our scientists predict earthquakes and tsunamis over the rest of the year due to the backlash caused by its destruction."
"Any word from King Furry?" PaoPao turned to Shinobu.
"Yes, he decreed that humanitarian aid would be given out to the survivors, and he's put together a global initiative to attempt rehousing the refugees or fixing their home." The kunoichi said.
"Who'd want to remain in a place like this?" Taka grumbled.
"I can understand their feelings, to an extent." Talia spoke, sighing, "I feel similar when I think about our stronghold and people."
PaoPao nodded, "Tell the king I can promise him, 200 soldiers, to go on stand by. And have Rhoda stay here and patrol."
"...Is that wise?" Talia asked, "Rhoda is one of the only 3 people who have the ability to practice Witchcraft that works for us, of the thousands of people we have, it is only you, her, and Abigail that can do magic of any kind."
"Something tells me that pretty soon, the effects of magic will have little to play into the dangers we may face." PaoPao said, "I do not have the future sight of my second teacher, Fortune Teller Baba, but I can feel as much."
"...My lady, it was not your fault, and if not for your actions, those million men and women would be dead." Shinobu began, softly.
"I know… it is just…" She sighed. The entire debacle had been a clusterfuck. The spies they went to make contact with were found dead, days before their message came in. Then they were ambushed by a group of powerful demons. The green coloration and symbol of evil on their uniforms declared their allegiance to Demon King Piccolo, and so PaoPao had arranged scouts to travel the city, finding survivors and killing demons in an attempt to stake out a stronghold for themselves. This had gone well, up until they were attacked by the powerful demon Fiddlesticks and its posse. They had attacked from a long-range, destroying structures and harming people, but a lucky shot from a ki sniper killed one of the demons, causing the rest to retreat. Then they came like locusts, blotting out the sun. Luckily, by that point, PaoPao and Abigail had set up a barrier, and several warriors, powered by talismans, were supplying energy into the barriers to keep them up. Hundreds, if not thousands of the lesser demons were cut down from the air, with the few who survived the fall being diced to ribbons by the warriors on the ground.
Several powerful demons had destroyed the barrier in one fell swoop, and so PaoPao had to have her soldiers tactically retreat while being covered by advanced ki warriors, sending out powerful, life-shortening Tri-Beam attacks at the rapidly approaching demons. Apparently, this was similar to how Master Mutaito and his school faced down Demon King Piccolo and his army originally, and she could only thank the heavens that they had trained as much as they could at the moment.
The leader of Piccolo's army was the real danger, as no technique, skill, trick, or ability permanently held Fiddlesticks back. Goku's intervention had truly been the final turning point of the fight, but that is what bothered PaoPao the most. Goku was a cherished friend, just like the rest of her friends, but she couldn't in good conscious rely on them, nor could she in good conscious sit and die waiting for someone else to rescue her and her people.
"Are they still in the waiting room?" PaoPao asked.
"Yes," Shinobu answered.
"Alright, I'll go to them."
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The Z fighters sat in a nice and clean Lounge, snacks and drinks were provided at their request, the room was painted gold and black, and the furnishings were decently comfortable. Even the most patient of their members, Roshi and Chi-Chi, were feeling quite antsy, but they still remained patient as they noticed the somber mood of the soldiers and civilians. Goku had been treated like a war hero by the warriors, but even that wore off a bit as they sat and rested in the lounge.
"I wonder what she wants to talk about." Chi-Chi said, worried, "I hope we didn't disappoint her."
"I will have to apologize." Roshi said, "I saw her message, but I believed Demon King Piccolo was the more pressing matter, but it seemed like both situations were related."
"Don't be…" Jazz began, he was laying on a couch, lethargy clear in his voice. His injuries and damage from using so much power in his not-yet trained body caused Delayed Onset Ki disorder, at the moment he was fighting at best at a quarter capacity and couldn't use his transformation techniques without hurting himself further, Tien was in slightly better shape, but he was also hampered after utilizing the double fusion technique, and after seeing how Jazz's limbs blew up after the fusion ended, he looked like he would refrain from accessing such a technique unless the circumstances required it beyond all else.
"I'm just kinda sad we missed the tournament." Krillin began, "I wanted to test myself against you guys."
"Pft… Goku or Jazz would have won." Tien said grimly.
Krillin raised an eyebrow, "so? What does that matter?" he said, "I said I wanted to test myself against you guys, not I stake my identity in winning or losing a tournament."
Tien looked like he was going to retort, but Launch, the Blue-Haired one, smacked him in the shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. "Hey, don't rile yourself up mister, you're in recovery."
Tien wanted to growl out a retort but remained silent.
Chiaotzu groaned, "I didn't do anything, I kinda feel useless."
"Hey, join the club." Yamcha and Krillin said simultaneously.
"Come on guys, chin up, Kami said he would train all of us!" Goku said excitedly.
"Well… yeah." Krillin said, sighing, "I mean, I'm excited and all, but…"
"I can't do it." Hercule admitted, "I've gotta get back to Orange City, Miguel's got a concert and everything…"
"Hmm…" Krillin gave the fighter a cheeky grin, "you're really hitting things off with her aren't ya…" He laughed. Hercule blushed, then growled, "what's it to ya!" He shouted.
"I'm lonely, okay!?" Krillin finally shouted. "I mean, look at Goku and Chi-Chi, Jazz and PaoPao, then you and Miguel, and not even to mention Yamcha and Bulma, even Launch likes Tien! Nobody likes me, I'm a bald loser!" He looked down, "I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life like Master Roshi."
"Hey!" The old man growled, "there's going to be some training for that last phrase mister…" He said dangerously.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." PaoPao walked into the room, she had yet to remove her battle attire, but her face and hands were washed and clean, and her clothes no longer smelled of blood.
"Nah…" Hercule said, smirking cheekily, "Krillin's just hooked up on how lonely he is. I mean, he's 18 and everything already."
PaoPao laughed, "well, you guys are the heroes who came to my aid, I'm sure more than one female warrior would be interested in meeting you."
This piqued both Roshi's and Krillin's attention. "Would you really do that for me?" The clean-shaven monk asked.
PaoPao laughed, "slow your roll big guy, all I'll do is introduce the fact of your existence, it's your job to try and woo any ladies."
Krillin nodded, "yeah… yeah!" He pounded his chest, "I can do it!"
PaoPao shook her head at his excitement. "I have to thank you all." She turned to the others, "I heard about what you faced." She narrowed her eyes, "to think that God truly exists, and to think that the legendary demon king is simply one half of our god… it is truly odd to behold."
"Eh…" Yamcha began, shrugging, "the world's weird, I've got friends who can turn into giant monkeys, and friends who can become massive lighting spitting monsters, you learn to live with the weird."
"Still think you could kick my ass Yamcha?" Jazz mumbled.
"I mean, we didn't fight yet but I can definitely do it now." Yamcha laughed.
"Hmph" Jazz turned away from the group to face the couch. He felt quite sleepy.
"Jeez, you went all out on that bastard, huh?" Z said in his head.
'I tolerate him for a moment more…' Jazz thought darkly.
"Well… not really actually?" Z chuckled slyly in Jazz's head, "You contemplated his goals, you envisioned punching Zeno and the Grand Priest and surrounding yourself in a harem of beautiful women, 'cannon', or whatever you wanna call it be damned, right?"
Jazz didn't answer, he merely closed his eyes, annoyed. He felt sick to his stomach, and not just from the condition he was in, the lives of the mutated namekians, no matter how grotesque, had haunted him. It was different from the clearly malevolent and magical ki of the oni from Devil's Island, he knew intrinsically then that those demons were literally otherworldly, and killing them merely sent them back to the domain they belonged in, killing them had been unpleasant, but not traumatizing. The demon clan namekians were different, perhaps because of Piccolo's journey to redemption, but Jazz felt sick to his stomach when he thought of all of the evil namekians being burnt to a crisp, because despite their exterior, looking at them die reminded him of Namek, and of the people of Namek.
"They aren't the same, they are doomed to die premature deaths and only fed off of misery and fear, there was no redemption for the demon king's spawn." Z began, "It was too late for them, you did the right thing."
Jazz nodded in agreement, then noticed that PaoPao had been still talking.
"...That's why I'll need your help." PaoPao continued. Jazz turned to face her, he had been zoned out during his conversation with Z.
"Of course we can help you!" Chi-Chi responded, smiling.
"Thank goodness!" PaoPao smiled "your help will be godsent!"
The help PaoPao had been talking about was aiding the reconstruction. While Jazz lacked his same fighting prowess, he could use his magic unimpeded, and his psychic ability with great ease. The oddest thing about cleaning up the cities though was the Red Ribbon Army base, it was littered with corpses and experimentations, half strewn and destroyed everywhere, the only hint of what might have happened was a destroyed pod with the number "13" on it. Gero, Mei Lin, and the high-ranking members of the Red Ribbon Army were not found, which was even more worrying. Bulma found the dragon balls with relative ease, though a slight scare with some bandits was nipped in the bud quickly by the addition of Dealla, who had tagged along. The werewolf had been pleased to learn of Piccolo's capture and asked for Jazz's audience by the end of the week.
Jazz, still recovering, agreed to meet her. Which is why they were sitting in front of each other at the moment.
"So… runt, how's it been?"
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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan
Age: 19 and 1 month
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
Improved 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, due to witnessing Launch's utilization of the technique, the power raised up to 3.6x
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, Mafuba
Powerlevel: 673.875
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Afterword:
Oh? A conversation with the lady that turned her? I wonder what this is all about? As you can all see, Jazz is in a state of mind called: Done, he was done with that mysterious saiyan's bs, and didn't want to play by his rules any longer, take down and capture, since the saiyan had the nasty habit of reforming like a literal ghost.
For anyone wondering about the Bart Thread, don't worry, that should be addressed next chapter, and powerlevel gain will slow down drastically, as at the moment, their power gains come from transformations and multipliers more than they come from anything else. If there is something I'd say though, I look forward to three things, the Saiyan invasion on earth, Babidi's invasion, and Frieza's invasion on Earth after being revived, each time things will be quite fun and different in comparison to before.
As for the demon clan created by Piccolo. Namekians have the ability to fuse together, becoming stronger and stronger. There is nothing that is said that stops demon king piccolo from fusing with his children, though I'd assume such an act would grant diminishing returns after a while. His soft cap was just around 45,000, while his children had various different caps. His strongest child was Fiddlesticks (heh). I tried to keep to the motif that Piccolo's children (except Piccolo Jr.) were named after percussion instruments, Tambourine, Drum, so then Marimba, Bongo, if they had bothered to ask, some more demons may have been named something like Stelpan, Xylo, Snare, Bell, ect. You get me, right? Tambourine and Drum mk. II had power levels of a little above 10,000, so half-capacity Jazz's fusion at around 40k was more than capable of finishing them and their little possy off due to the bs way power levels work in dbz, but he also wanted to let lose and use less ki than really needed, hence his go too lightning monolith technique, which he can generate lightning and other elements through magic, his most efficient way of doing it is through that technique. Jazz's weapons also give passive boosts to different magics he has, hence each of their names being based off different folklore, Jazz does stretch the definition for what it means to be a Dragon Ball Character, but Babidi, Dabura, Majin Buu, the Kais, and Moro have shown that not everyone just uses raw ki and power.
As it is, thanks for all the favorites, follows, and reviews! Have a good one!
Also, I don't know what happened, part of the Chapter got deleted?