The Saiyan Gamer

I'd imagined for years what meeting my mother would be like. The woman who gave me life and no doubt would welcome me home with a smile on her face. Obviously, upon arrival and meeting Brussel, my expectations had changed, but the reality was so much worse.

The woman in front of me was tall and stood proudly, her back up and her head tilted up to the sky. Her hair was long and brown, hanging down to her waist. In all honesty, she looked like an older, angrier version of Brussel, and when she turned to look at me and Root approaching, her expression only got worse.

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War Chief

Lemogra

Species - Saiyan

Gender - Female

Age - 45

Reputation - Hated

Power Level - 9000

"Oh, you're alive," She sneered, her eyes locked onto mine. "When I got you signed up for the tournament, I was sure that you'd die. What a shame."

Lost for words, I simply stared at her. Of all the things that I'd expected, that was not one of them. Root stepped in for me, saying, "He actually won his division."

She didn't look proud, or even pleased at all. If anything, that made her even angrier. "I didn't ask, twerp. He's still a fucking disappointment."

What? I wasn't sure what to say, but eventually asked, "Why?"

"Because you were a mistake," She sneered down at me in disgust. "You should have never been born."

She began to walk out, brushing past me as she went. On instinct, I turned to face her, and my face flushed red. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Omato took me in once I was strong enough, and I went above and beyond even that! Why can't you just accept me as I am?!"

She didn't answer me right away but did pause on the spot. "Because you have weakness in your DNA, Sprout."

"And who's fault is that?!" I yelled, my hands balled into fists.

"You didn't get your weakness from me, that's for sure," She turned to face me, a smug look on her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was finally close to knowing the truth. "Omato was stronger than you, so if not him, who else?"

"Where do you think you got that white hair from, brat," She said mockingly. "Brown and Red don't make white."

She admitted it so casually that I was caught off guard. I stood with my mouth slightly agar. I'd speculated, but having it confirmed was something entirely different.

"But Dad said that the white hair comes from someone in your family?" Root spoke for me.

"A simple but effective lie. My family is long dead, so it was easier for him to accept it. If he hadn't offered me such a comfortable life, I would have left him a long time ago," She explained as she crossed her arms. "None of that would have mattered anyway if you'd just died on that planet like you were supposed to."

"Like I was… Supposed to…?" I repeated the words, numb to the bone.

"Omato wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand the mission before we sent you away, but the moment you were born, I was disgusted. I would have killed you right then and there, but Omato wouldn't have allowed that. So I did the next best thing and sent you away when he was busy elsewhere," She explained, a slight smirk growing on her face when she saw my expression. "Don't look at me like that. Be happy that I didn't send you into the sun."

So it was her fault entirely… I simply glared at her as my rage built.

"So you cheated on Dad?" Root asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Am I…?"

"Don't act surprised, Saiyans are hardly loyal. He was just the rare, one-partner type," She rolled her eyes and sighed. "But I didn't cheat often. You're definitely his if the red hair wasn't a dead giveaway."

Root let out a sigh of relief next to me, but I shared none of that relief. Stepping forward, I glared up at the woman. "Then why do you still hate me? He's dead, so the prestige is gone. There's no reason for you to hate me."

She scowled down as she replied, saying, "Like I said, you have weakness in your blood. That isn't going to change with your power level."

"So is that it? I'll never be good enough for you?" I asked, my throat feeling dry all of a sudden. But I wasn't sad. Instead, I felt wells of anger bubbling in me.

"Pretty much," She took pleasure from my anger, smiling down at me. "In fact, I would have killed you now, but Bardock seems to be fond of you. Getting on his bad side isn't in my best interest."

"As of all the people that could have given birth to me, why did it have to be you?" I asked rhetorically. "I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual, kid," She rolled her eyes, before walking over to Root and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Now, would you excuse us?"

I steadied my breathing, not daring to look at her. "I have one more question. Answer that and I promise, you'll never have to see me again."

"Go ahead, but make it quick."

I took a deep breath, not sure if I was ready for the answer. Getting confirmation that Omato wasn't my dad was strange enough. He was an asshole sometimes, but he did save my life not once, but twice. But still, I needed to know. For four years, I exterminated person after person with the goal of returning to Planet Plant to reunite with my family in mind. If my father wasn't Omato, I needed to know who it actually was. Maybe it would explain why the Tuffles wanted me so badly.

"Who's my real dad?"

Immediately, I noticed a shift in her. Her fingers twitched and she narrowed her eyes. Instead of her usual deep annoyance, anger flared up in her.

"I don't owe you anything, brat," She growled. "Find out on your own."

Before I knew it, I was in front of her with my hand wrapped around her arm. Our eyes met, and in that split second, I knew that she'd kill me before she told me. But that didn't mean I wouldn't try. "You're going to tell me, and you're going to tell me now."

I balled my hands into fists as our energies clashed. She was strong, maybe too strong for me to beat, but at that moment I honestly didn't care. If I had to beat the answers out of her, I'd do it.

"You dare to touch me?" She said, before violently tearing her arm out of my grip. Her aura rose around her and mine rose to match it.

"Tell me."

"Or what?" She took a step closer to me, overshadowing me beneath her massive height. She was easily more than a foot taller than me, so I had to look up just to keep eye contact.

"Or I'm going to make you tell me."

Her face said it all, she would keep the secret to the grave. That was fine by me, though. I would gladly put her there. We both moved in a blur, but the moment before we would have attacked each other, Root appeared between us and pushed us apart.

"If you two fight full force, you'll destroy the city!" He yelled at us.

I didn't care. I tried to make my way back to her, but Root wouldn't allow it. She stared at me for a few seconds longer, before shaking her head. "You're not worthy enough for me to fight. I'm out of here."

I watched her as she began to leave, but before she could get to the door, I stood to my full height and found my voice through the anger. "You're the weak one, you pathetic shit! You're not ashamed of me, you're ashamed that you fucked a Tu-."

I swallowed the words earlier, as killer intent flooded the room. Sweat beads dripped from my forehead but I stood my ground. She turned her head slowly, glaring at me murderously.

"You better hope that you don't see me outside of this city, brat," She growled in a tone so low that she sounded like a wild beast. "If you do, I'm going to bury you."

And just like that, she left.

After some awkward silence, Root spoke up. "Sprout?"

My body vibrated with anger and it took all of my energy not to rush after her. At least that confirmed my theory. I didn't know who he was, but my father was definitely a Tuffle. She wouldn't have gotten so defensive otherwise. As to who he was, I would have to figure that out on my own.

Status Updated!

Species: Saiyan/Tuffle

So that's it then? Confirmation that I'm half-Tuffle. I could barely do anything but stare forward. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

If most Saiyans didn't hate the Tuffles before, then they definitely did now. Leeku's hatred of the Tuffles wasn't rare, and it was spreading like wildfire. What would everyone else think of me if they knew that I was half-Tuffle? The memory of the disgust on Leeku's face, when she questioned me about my declaration that I was half-Tuffle back in Mossgrove, flashed through my mind.

I lost Turles and Gine already; I didn't want to lose anyone else. Especially over something so insignificant as my parentage. But some of the Tuffles know. I realized. No one would believe them anyway.

The ordinary Tuffles soldiers didn't seem to know who I was, based on their immediate reaction to seeing me, being to killing me. That must have meant that my existence was likely still a secret only known to the higher-ups. Maybe my real dad was someone who didn't want people to know that he had a Saiyan son?

Whoever he was, though, he must have been important. Blerry stated as much, but the evidence spoke for itself. They'd sent a high-ranking member of their military just to make sure that I escaped Omato village safely.

Clearly, my real dad wanted me back, and honestly, I wasn't how I felt about that. Many emotions battled in me like a hurricane. His actions told me that he cared about me, but at the same time, he sent Blerry, who killed Gine. Ic… I don't think I could forgive him for that.

There was also the possibility that he wouldn't want me anymore after I killed the person that he sent to retrieve me. Tuffles hated Saiyans anyway, and I'd portrayed innocence to the Princess and her guard back in Mossgrove. Me killing Blerry might have changed his mind. And if that happened… I mentally groaned.

"Fuck… Let's get out of here."

A few days later, on another restless night, I decided to try my new Special Skill [Brilliant Idea]. It was early morning, or late at night, I wasn't entirely sure.

I didn't know what to expect, but if I wanted any idea right now, it would be a faster way to get stronger. I attempted to use the skill, but the result was... Interesting.

Brilliant Idea Requirement!

To complete this requirement, you have been transported to an alternate reality. One of an infinite variety. Any actions taken in this reality will not reflect on your stats or levels. If you die, you will simply fail and be sent back to your reality.

Task:

Defeat The Pesky Earthlings Before Your Fellow Saiyans Arrive! You have 10 minutes!

The room around me vanished in a blur of movement, and suddenly I found myself outside. It was no longer night, and I wasn't on Planet Plant. The sky was cerulean blue, the grass unnaturally soft, and in front of me stood three individuals.

An alternate reality? What the fuck are these abilities of mine? I took a few seconds to think about that statement but quickly realized that I didn't have that privilege.

"So you must be one of the Saiyans!" A small, bald… Well, I wasn't even sure if he was a Saiyan. He looked more like a Tuffle than anything. I used [Observe] on him and discovered that he was neither.

"I am a Saiyan, yes," I replied as I slowly scanned my way through the group, finding out their names and deducing their strengths. "And you are Krillin, Gohan, and Piccolo."

My eyes locked on the youngest one, a small boy who went by Son Gohan. Another half-Saiyan, like me. He was much younger, a 4-year-old, which made his power level all the more interesting. It hovered at just above 800. By the time he was an adult, he'd likely be almost elite class.

I slowly turned to the tallest of them. He was a dark green and had a deep scowl on his face. A Namekian, whatever that was. He was the strongest out of them, with a power level in the lower 2000s.

The small human was the weakest of them, and he knew it. He looked at me with confidence but I could see the fear behind his eyes.

"How do you know our names?!" Krillin yelled as he fell into a fighting stance.

"It doesn't matter how he knows!" Piccolo growled at the human, as he also went into a stance. "Raditz was wrong! There's three of them and if we don't take out this one here, we're going to have problems!"

"How long do we have left Mr Picollo?" Gohan asked the Namekian.

"About 9 minutes," He replied.

"You may as well give up now. You're too weak to defeat me," I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Even you, Namekian, are almost half my power."

He looked shocked, his eyes widening. "Namekian? What are you talking about?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You're a Namekian. Didn't you know that?"

"I'm a demon, not a Namekian," He said, although even he didn't seem confident.

"Listen, demon or Namekian, it doesn't matter. I don't have much time, so let's get this thing started," I said, falling into my fighting stance.

They wasted no time. To his credit, Krillin was the first to try attacking me. He flew at me and threw a punch at my face, but he was far too slow. I ducked to the side, powering up in an instant. I considered bringing my sword into my hand, but didn't. Bardock and Kll's words flashed through my head, and I settled for a fist.

My punch slammed into his stomach with enough force to blow all of the air out of his stomach. The contents of his stomach violently exited his mouth, and I followed up by spinning around and kicking him in the side. He flew off to the side, crashing through several large rocks.

"Who's next?" I asked the other two. Gohan looked up at Piccolo, clearly now uncertain. Piccolo wasn't as cautious, a small grin spreading on his face.

They both sped at me at once, flanking me from both of my sides. My eyes narrowed and I waited until they both came in for an attack to move. I ducked underneath the Namekian's kick and easily pushed the kid off course. He had potential, but even if he was closer to my power level, this fight would be easy. His limbs were far too short.

I ignored him for now, spinning around and punching Piccolo in the jaw. He flew a few steps away, giving me enough time to turn around and knee Gohan in the stomach, before grabbing him by the hair and throwing him at Piccolo, who was already approaching me again. He caught the boy, giving me enough time to launch my attack.

"King's Spear!" I roared and sent my attack forth. To my surprise, they dodged it, and the attack continued for miles, before exploding in the distance.

Piccolo was on me again, without the kid this time. I dodged his attacks as my eyes scanned around me for Gohan, but couldn't find him. Maybe I knocked him out with that one punch.

I waited for Piccolo to make a mistake in his fighting form, but even after a string of attacks, I noticed no openings. Eventually, I decided that enough was enough and swung my arm up, catching one of his attacks instead of dodging it.

"You're good at fighting, I'll give you that," I acknowledged as he growled at me. "But you're not going to beat me."

I squeezed as hard as I could, popping the limb in my hand, before rearing back and preparing my attack. Ki pooled around my fist, and as I drove it toward his stomach, I activated [Meteor Fist]. The attack slid right through his stomach with ease, and I found myself lodged deep in his body.

"Looks like I got carried away," I said, upon realizing that I may have just killed this alien. "I've got to work on that."

"Now, Gohan!"

Huh?

Piccolo's arm regrew and he wrapped both arms around me tight, trapping me in place. Before I could truly contemplate what was going on, I could see a bright yellow light forming behind me. So he wasn't unconscious. He was hiding and waiting for a time to strike.

"Masenko!" Gohan's childish yell sounded as an attack sped towards us.

Piccolo let go of me a split second before the attack exploded against my back and engulfed me. The ensuing explosion sent me skidding through the dirt and lodging me into one of the many rock structures around.

"I did it!" I heard the kid celebrate.

"Don't celebrate too early," Piccolo's voice followed. "The battle isn't over yet."

"You know, that actually kind of hurt…" I growled as I forced my body out of the hole. Even using [Iron Body], the attack still packed a punch. The clothes on my back were scorched and my back tingled.

I glared at my two opponents, preparing to move, when a low buzzing sound reached my air. It got louder by the millisecond, and I turned my head just in time to see a yellow disk flying at me. Just to be cautious, I ducked underneath it before it could decapitate me, and watched as it kept going and sliced through everything it touched.

"You see, I wasn't planning on killing you, but now, you're my enemies," I narrowed my eyes at the bald human, who seemed to be the originator of the attack. He flinched at my glare before his eyes fell to my hand as a sword appeared in it. I no longer had the Fang of Flame, but a normal sword would do for now.

I bent my knees and Ki flooded my legs, and with a quick burst, I found myself right in front of the startled human. In a flash of movement, my sword slid right through his neck. Or at least it should have. As soon as my sword exited the back of his neck, he faded away.

"MR KRILLIN!" Gohan yelled in surprise.

"Don't worry kid, I'm fine," Krillin said, his voice now split into three. I looked around and found that there were now three of him.

"You three have such weird abilities. Is this ability exclusive to humans?" I asked aloud, as I observed them all. It didn't take me long to find out which one was the real one. "There is a massive flaw though. You're far too weak to be splitting your power into pieces!"

I roared as my energy expanded in a wave all around me. The floor beneath me crumbled, the clouds evaporated and the rocky landscape around me was completely blown away. When I finally released my attack, I was floating above a crater that spread for miles.

I searched around for my opponents and found them eventually. Krillin had been blown to pieces, half of his body at the bottom of the crater and the other half gone. The half-Saiyan and the Namekian were alive though, if barely. The Namekian used himself as a shield to the boy. He wasn't dead yet, but the front of his body was severely scorched.

I floated to the bottom of the crater as they exchanged dialogue that I was too far away to hear. When I landed, I pointed my flat palm at them and energy began to form. Conversations didn't belong in combat. My attack launched towards them, but then the tables turned.

"YOU HURT MR PICCOLO!" Gohan suddenly yelled. His energy skyrocketed as he glared up at me. I watched in amazement as his power level rose, and rose, even passing mine. He launched himself at me with rage in his eyes, and I grinned. A good fight!

Just as he was about to reach me, the world fizzled out and I was back in my training room.

10 Minutes Has Passed!

You've Failed

Try Again in 29 Days, 23 Hours, and 59 Minutes.

"Shit, in the heat of the moment I forgot that there was a time limit," I cursed myself.

That was fun though. And my injuries don't transfer over. I stretched and looked at my undamaged back. That was enough training for the night.

Hey guys, sorry that I've been missing for so long, I've been super busy with college. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'm hoping that I'll have more very soon.