If you're getting this message, that means that my magic intermixed into your universe and was able to act as normal. I suspected the possibility since both your ki techniques and my magic worked on our shared "Earth." So it's cool, unfortunately, I don't know, or at least, the real me doesn't know that this worked, as this is a message. So don't think about replying.
Jazz felt like scoffing in distaste.
I hope you didn't just scoff, groan, or curse at me. That's gonna hurt my feelings, anyways… I hope you like the gift, the ears are a bit… odd, probably, but that's just a side effect of the magic spell I cast on you. But that's neither here nor there, long story short, your sight, smell, hearing, touch, and taste have been enhanced, your stamina, base physical strength, speed, and bodily density have increased as well, this is, of course, your body without the use of ki to bolster it, this should lead to a decent increase to your base power I assume, but something even better! Your fusion won't destroy your body the way it did, and the magic you can use naturally should be a bit easier to handle. Now, don't go and thank me, you've given me a gift in exchange, you see, your body was about to blow up, so I… absorbed maybe 90% of the energy within your body? So you could survive, you're welcome for that too by the way, but I got myself a nice bit of energy, enough that I can take care of myself and my friends for at least a few decades if it comes to it. Also, you just regenerate the energy by recovering your stamina, so you don't mind, right? Anyways, be careful, I imagine that now that they know they failed, Jeremy will pull some strings to get you killed and Tyrone freed. But I know you can stop that, you're tough as all hell.
Jazz subconsciously touched his ears as his friends approached him.
"Jazz?" PaoPao began, concern on her face.
"Are you alright?" She approached him, subconsciously raising her hand towards his pointed ears. Jazz looked at her, then exploded into a cloud of smoke, he looked exactly the same as before, but now with round, perfectly human ears. PaoPao reddened as she caught herself. Had she really heard what he said about her?
Jazz cleared his throat, looking slightly red as he looked at his friends. "So… I'm guessing you all heard that?" He asked.
Bulma was the first to nod. "Jazz, I'm so…" Jazz stopped her.
"It's okay, and… thanks." He smiled sadly, "I guess it's… a whole thing." He looked at his friends, he could see the concern in their eyes, even in the normally cold eyes of Tien. "Guys, I'm sure most of you already know… but I come from… another Earth, an Earth that is very different from this one."
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His friends sat around him, slightly in disbelief as he finished his explanation.
"So… you had no idea why you ended up here, and all of your powers aren't characteristic of your world…" Tien began, "then, how are you so strong?"
"Kami explained it to me in a way," Jazz explained, "When I first came here, I had no way to use ki, PaoPao used her ki to 'open' my own pathway, but I had no pathway, you could think of me as a dry sponge, and ki as water, when PaoPao gave me ki, I ended up taking hers, and that's what I've been training and cultivating, eventually, my body grew strong enough that tiny amounts of latent ki began to develop, and Jazz 4's training with kami allowed my ki to fully become mine, eventually."
Tien nodded then turned to leave. "Thank you for satisfying my curiosity. And… when you've fully recovered, I expect that you'll be training again soon, I don't want to lose all my goals prematurely." He flew off with Chiaotzu at his side, waving at the rest of the group.
"That guy's off-kilter…" Krillin groaned, "but… with everything you told us, I should probably train too, it'd be scary if any of those crazy guys somehow got here and attacked us. Man… and here I was, happy that I was so strong too, and we just took care of the Demon King Piccolo…"
He and most of the others walked off, leaving Jazz with PaoPao and Bulma. "Jazz… you didn't tell them that this world was a comic in yours…" Bulma began carefully, "I mean, you didn't tell me anything about the future, but… shouldn't they know that?"
Jazz shook his head, "even if it matches many things, there's a difference between, 'just a story, and a real place, this is a real place, with real people, that just happens to match up to a story I know. If you put an infinite amount of monkeys in front of an infinite amount of typewriters, one of them will write Shakespeare, it's an inevitability. And if I tell them that, then like you, they'll pester me for the events in the future. I also don't want to discourage them, if they believe an event was ordained to happen because their world is like what I saw in the comics, there might not be a point to fighting or training, they might think." Jazz clenched and unclenched his fist, "after training for so long, I couldn't ever want to take the feeling of being powerful, and of training for your achievements away from them." He looked at Bulma, "no matter what happens Bulma, don't tell them, no matter what, you too PaoPao." He turned to PaoPao, who nodded.
"You don't even have to ask me." She smiled. "But… now that I think about it, there might be something that may concern you."
Jazz frowned. "What is it?"
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"And that's all for today! Thanks for taking the time to join us today!" Abigail, one of the witches trained by PaoPao in talisman magic and jiang-shi sorcery, smiled at the men and women who filed out of the chambers. Bart couldn't help but smile at the lovely young woman with curly brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and a killer body. She had opened up recruitment for men and women preparing to become elite warriors under her command, the training entailed learning self-defense and take-down techniques, as well as vigorous physical training. He had taken it up because it looked like it was possible for him to actually get some real training. Unfortunately, he was pathetically weak compared to most other people, so he could only do half as much as the others, despite that, Abigail was kind to him, and to all the other stragglers.
"Remember, this is an ongoing process, as long as you work hard, I'm sure all of you will become extremely impressive warriors!"
Bart found several others sighing in contentment over her words of encouragement.
"Oi, Bart, wanna head out? My treat."
"Will it be barbecue again?"
"You bet!"
Bart grinned and laughed as he sat amongst the trainees. He didn't consider himself as close to them in any way, but they were people who were in a similar enough situation where he could find himself hanging out. It was a lot like when he had to hang out with his girlfriend's friends, he didn't necessarily like them, but it was easy enough to spend time and enjoy himself.
"But wow… I didn't think you'd keep going, Bart, you vomited blood halfway through."
"Yeah yeah," Bart snapped back, "just watch, I'll be the strongest one, I'll even surpass those guys, Tien, Goku…"
"Pft, no one could catch up to those monsters." A trainee laughed, "especially not a runt like you."
"You're one to talk, fatty." Another trainee said to the first. The group roared with laughter.
Bart sighed as he lightly spun his drink. He was bored, he'd rather be trying to train, they were given half a senzu bean in the middle of the intense workout, and apparently, the senior warriors of the Tsukimi could expect a senzu bean before going out into battle. He could only think that Jazz did something to increase the propagation of the seeds, but how? He didn't spend too much time thinking about it, if he could train and unlock ki, then his possibilities were limitless, he could find Shenron one day, get immortality, then snatch back this reality from Jazz.
"Excuse me, we're looking for Bart, a Bart Simpson?" A deep voice called out.
The trainees turned to see several high-ranking Tsukimi warriors marching towards their dining table.
Without missing a beat, the trainees all pointed at Bart, who flinched in fear.
"Uh… what… what do you guys want with me…?" He asked, fearful of the soldiers.
"We just need to ask a few questions, can you come with us?"
Bart felt like running, but he knew that he couldn't get away, especially with how exhausted he was. He smiled wryly, "sure! No problem." He did his best to ignore the whispers from his fellow trainees as shame, embarrassment, and anger welled up in his heart. He followed the soldiers out of the room.
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Bart was annoyed, they had him sitting for an hour, several guards stood vigil in the room, none taking their eyes off of him, every time he tried to ask a question or make a demand, he was ignored, if he stood up, he was told to sit back down, once, out of frustration, he attempted to swing his fist at the soldiers, only to be forced back down until he stopped struggling out of sheer exhaustion. After another 30 minutes, the door opened, revealing two people. The first was a beautiful young woman with black hair, the leader of this organization, PaoPao. The second person to enter the room caused Bart to shrink into his seat in fear.
"J-Jazz…" He began fearfully.
PaoPao narrowed her eyes when she saw his reaction, she then turned to Jazz, whispered something to him, and turned to leave. The other guards left the room, leaving Bart with his childhood friend.
Jazz regarded the young man who stood before him. Bart was several months older than him, so at the moment, he should have been close to 20, yet the young man was slightly balding and had several wrinkles. He was thin, not dangerously thin, but much thinner than before, and while he had gotten taller, it was only by half a foot at most, he stood at five foot 6, making him relatively "tall", amongst the people in this region, but frightfully short in comparison to Jazz. As Jazz looked into Bart's eyes, he could read every emotion on his old friend. Hate, jealousy, anger, indignation, and an overwhelming amount of fear, he looked, long and hard, staring at his friend for almost ten minutes, then he sighed. He was looking for an emotion that would tell him that his friend was still his friend, but it wasn't there, he was looking for guilt.
"Bart." He began, quietly.
Bart dry swallowed, then let out a hollow chuckle. "So… you're the reason I got embarrassed in front of all those trainees? I bet you were really surprised when you woke up here, I bet, but it's fun, you're so strong now… I was a slave, a prisoner to a bastard king, and a fucked up kingdom. Wow… look at your muscles, you dick… you must feel so great, so high and mighty, staring me down." Bart didn't know why he was saying this, perhaps because he knew that Jazz knew, he could see it in Jazz's eyes, the cold fury that promised torment. "I finally get a chance to be the hero too! And now you brought me here cause you're scared?! Right?!" He laughed a bit, "do you fuck her?" He grinned when he saw Jazz's eyes narrow. "I mean, I bet you do, if you didn't, why would you be bothering me like this? No way you'd have the charisma to get some soldiers to come after me like this."
"Did you know about us being sent here?" Jazz asked simply.
"...Yes, I was told, Tyrone offered it to me." Bart leaned back. "If I knew things would have ended up like this I'd have punched the bastard."
"So, I was…"
"They told me you would simply be 'sacrificed', and that each of our families would get a decent payout, I told them to give your family my share, I was gonna explore a new world and I hate my parents. And you kept telling me you didn't know if you could do anything to help your mom, with all the financial struggles and all."
"So… you sold me? In order to help me." Jazz said, "because it sounds like you're trying to say you did me a favor."
"What's your power level?" Bart interrupted.
Jazz paused, "950."
"Pathetic, I mean, I know it's the era of dragon ball, but if you were actually training, shouldn't you be at at least 3000 or something, it's been 4 years." Bart snorted, "but either way, you took on Goku with ease, didn't you? I saw the videos, you've got some transformations, it keeps up with Wrathful form, don't know how you got Goku that, but still…" He chuckled, "you're literally a god amongst men now, and apparently if you complete the objective, you get to go home with all your powers. My objective was supposedly to reach a power level of at least 1 billion, Tyrone had to kill Goku, they said you had no goal since you were going to die, so…"
"My mother and older brother are dead." Jazz said simply, interrupting Bart's rant. He noted how the young man's pupils dilated in fear. "Our town is in ruins, everyone I knew and loved, they're all gone, because of you and Tyrone." Jazz continued quietly. "Did you know? If you die, you die forever, no dragon balls to bring you back, almost as if you got your existence erased. I've almost died several times myself." He looked at Bart. "It's for that reason that I've not cut off your head and shoved it up your own ass, you sniveling, worthless, vile piece of shit I once called a friend." Jazz stood up. "I want to say I can forgive you, that it seems like you got the short end of the stick too, that you're still my friend after everything, I can even imagine training you so that you can survive, be strong, be the kind of guy you'd wanna be. But…" He stared hard at Bart, "I'm not that good of a person." Before Bart could speak, green energy surrounded him. "Unfortunately, for you and me, fellow sacrifices for Tyrone, special circumstances are required for us to even begin to train and gain power, but, I don't trust you to live well enough alone, nor do I think I should forgive you for your role in my family's death."
"Jazz!" Bart screamed, "please! I'm… I'm sorry!"
"No, you aren't." Jazz rolled his eyes as his old friend was sealed into a rice cooker. He used a seal tag, locking the rice cooker, and then activated a capsule, sealing the sealed rice cooker inside the capsule. He frowned as he stared at the capsule. "...This wasn't satisfying."
The door opened, revealing PaoPao. "Did you expect it to be satisfying?" She asked.
"...No, no, I didn't." Jazz pocketed the capsule. "I just… I didn't know what to expect, I didn't think it would be so… empty."
"Will you be okay?" She asked.
"I… I think so," Jazz took out the crystal that housed Z, "when he said he was sorry, was he telling the truth?"
"...No…"
Jazz's breath hitched, "I didn't think so…"
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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan
Age: 19 and 2 months
Hair color: Red
Skin color: white
Race: "Human"
Height: 6 feet 0.5 inches | 184.15 centimeters
Weight: 195 lbs | 88.4505 kilograms,
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 25 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
Blessing from a "Friend".
Powerlevel: 950
Without Fusion Dance, While Revved up to full power: 17,313.75
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I've been told that in order to get rid of writer's block, you have to write, even if you can't exactly think of what to write next. Anyways, the next chapter should be out concurrently.