Disc 3 Part 2

Where we left off, Dina and Voshyo beat the shit out of each other and got sent to Timeout by Trunks, who proceeded to single out Neoru like the meanine he is. Speaking of...

Neoru bent his knees and lowered his torso, revamping his prior analysis on Trunks while doing so. "One hit's all he'll need to do me in." This, he knew for certain about his adversary. Despite this, Neoru neglected to take up a genuine stance; even his sword was clenched in a leftside fist.

"This state's exclusive to the Saiyan race - our race..."

"He's one of those 'Saiyans' too, just a hellava lot stronger. Doesn't matter how much distance I get, he could peg my ass from a good couple hundred steps at worst... I've only got a few ways to approach this guy without ending up on the ground... damn it, they all suck, too."

"If you won't make the first move, I will!" Trunks yelled, getting impatient.

Neoru's stomach dropped a tad at the thought of that. "Jsf- FUCK IT! HEAD ON OR NOTHING!"

(BGM: Sneak Chamber, Start-2:28)

Neoru charged at Trunks, sword in hand. "That's more like it!" Trunks exclaimed before dodging Neoru's initial slash and blocking the follow-up kick. Neoru scurried away before going in for another swing, Trunks preparing a parry during the rush. To his surprise, Neoru opted to rush toward Trunks's incoming blade, sliding underneath limbo-style before propelling himself off the ground and nearly delivering a kick to his temple. Repositioning himself midair post-failed kick, Neoru landed on his feet, where Trunks's jagged assault awaited him. Through a series of stumbles, downward spins, and backflips, he was just barely able to dodge each of his attacks, even retaliating with his own a couple of times.

"The way he fights..." Trunks contemplated while dodging Neoru in their brief exchange of blows and weaves. "It's chaotic, almost animalistic, yet he knows exactly how to control his movements!" Dirt and dust danced along with the combatants, gradually clouding the area around them. Neoru, getting internally pissed, discovered a minuscule window in Trunks's defense and went for it immediately, unaware that Trunks had deliberately created that window. Instead of meeting flesh, Neo's blade met mystic steel; only to Trunks's surprise, the sword bent instead of stopping or chipping. Using the discovery to his advantage, Neoru spun off the sword's stored momentum and swung at Trunks, applying every bit of weight and power into this seemingly decisive blow. To his shock and awe, Trunks dodged the swing with ease, losing a few strands of hair in the process. With that, he vanished from view. "What the-" Neoru gasped before feeling cold steel across his chest. Trunks had appeared behind the boy, holding him by sword-point.

"That's the match!" Trunks proudly proclaimed as he slowly dropped his guard. What he didn't count on, however, was Neoru's familiarity with such a situation. "How dumb do ya hafta be to not go for the heart?" he ridiculed before suddenly rolling to his left and into Trunks's inner elbow, allowing the blade to cut into him a bit, and landing a side-fist straight to Trunks's face before ducking under his arm.

He then took in a lengthy breath, reeling back his arm and concentrating with all he had. Gradually, ki pooled into the reeled arm's hand, until a light-radiating sphere took form. He smirked, and chucked the orb full-force, creating an explosion large enough to level a few floors of a building.

Dust settled for a few daunting moments.

"I don't care WHAT you can do," he reassured through weighted breath, "NO ONE can just take one'a those without defendin' 'emselves!"

To his shock and horror, the swordsman's black coat hadn't so much as lost a thread of fabric. Trunks looked toward Neoru, allowing the boy to witness the lack of effect the attack had. "Nice" he said. With that, he concluded the brawl by speeding at Neoru faster than he could perceive and forcefully shoving a fist into his gut. "Loving the sword!" Trunks commented as Neoru reeled in pain. "I noticed your power raised a good tenfold while you were using it, as well. Your skills aren't half bad either, though I think they could use more refining. Unpredictability will only take you so far in combat, you know."

""FU-CAHAAK-UCK YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Safe to say, you've passed with flying colors!" Trunks exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up.

Now that everyone had recovered, Trunks began his debrief.

"All of you have shown me how much potential you have, but there are certainly aspects of your respective beings you need to work on in order to become certified patrollers. For now, you two-"

He pointed to a pouting Dina and a lazing Neoru.

"-need to attend school, learn more about how to utilize your power as well as increase it. And you-"

He looked over to a Voshyo that was paying zero attention, deep in either thought or pointless defiance.

"AND YOU..!"

Voshyo looked over his shoulder, forcing a sigh out of Trunks.

"-swear to Chronoa-You're ready to partake in a few parallel quests."

Trunks slowly got off the rock he was sitting on.

"In the meantime, consider this your new home. Feel free to get a feel of it, get to know its residents as well as each other, and take some time to cool down."

Trunks clapped, changing the scenery from the barren, Aurora-laced spar dimension they were in, to a yellow fountain surrounded by a bustling city, where people of all different shapes, sizes, strengths, and species talked, flew in the skies, ate, rode hovering vehicles, and generally congregated. The star in the sky proudly beamed down upon the residents, and an unfathomably gigantic stone dragon loomed among a cloud-dotted sky, observing from above.

Trunks held out his arms and smirked at the trio.

"Welcome to Conton City."

Yo! OP here.

Fuck Dragon Ball Legends, lol.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing Neoru's fight scene. He's a pretty dynamic character when it comes to the fight, and I'll try to emphasize that in the future. Speaking of characters, it's time I explained puns and PLs. (I'm probably just gonna throw those out regardless down the line, power creep and shizz, but here's some in the meanwhile.)

Neoru - Anagram for "Neuro-". PL at the start: 80 (w/sword - 800, is good sword, yes? Seriously, I'll explain its origins in time. Nothing stupid like including Tapion or anything, I'll make it good I promise.)

Dina - Katakana for "Dinner". (I guess I'd be said as "Deina" now that I give it some extra thought, considering Di isn't a thing in katakana... Came up with the name thinking about Gohan's pun and never changed it, not for a lack of trying.) PL at the start: 355 (SSJ Buff - 17750, I'm gonna mess with the SSJ multiplier further down the line but it remains 50 for now.)

Voshyo - Pun on Russian for "Vegetable (Used to be 'Toma' but then I asked myself: 'He's a Saiyan royal, right? Why aren't I making his name a vegetable pun, too?' The Voshyo and Vegeta connection's gonna go a lot deeper than just cloning, too, don't worry.) PL at start: 17500 (FP Wave - 30000)

Up next: Character shit and Neo Orange Star enrollment.

See ya.