Don't Own Dbz, Only The Oc.
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"Powerful Creatures Speaking"
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)


I gaze out over a large city, a frown on my lips.

You see, this might have originally seemed like a normal everyday city... but there's one thing that challenges that fact...

People fly to and from, some sitting in floating cars, others floating up to convenience stores built into the side of skyscrapers.

Another interesting tidbit would be that not everyone is human. Some are green men with antenna. Others are lizard-like creatures with large gemstones across their bodies. In other places there are large multicolored gum monsters.

This... is south city...

One of five major cities on this planet.

Sure, there's a town here and there, villages out in the middle of nowhere as well.

I gaze upwards into the night sky, large glowing white clockwork gears just being barely visible in the far distance, serving as a moon.

We can't have an actual moon for obvious reasons.

This planet is called Era Gaia...

A collection of the strongest warriors across time.

I'm not one of them.

My name is Scallion... and I am of a proud warrior race! The saiyans!

But that wasn't always the case... I used to be just a simple human... in a world where this one was merely fiction.

When I woke up as an infant in a strange pod clouds streaming past me, it was definitely a shock... I had reincarnated into a Saiyan infant right as it was about to start its purge of a planet.

It took a while, but... that planet had no sentient life. I was lucky in a way... I don't know if I could have handled it...

Being a Saiyan has changed some things, certainly. A deep part of my very soul craves violence.

Like... in a fighting kind of way. Not senseless crush orphanages type of violence.

Regardless...

I thrived.

For ten years I lived on that planet, debating on if I should head towards earth... the main issue was that I had no idea how to use my space pod. I spent all my time training, fighting the beasts that existed on that world, and honing my powers.

All until some saiyan was sent to grab me.

I was more powerful than them, but I hid my power level from them.

Regardless, I seemed to quite impress them. I was taken back to Planet Vegeta where I stayed for the next five years.

Then... I was sent off to go support Bardock and his group on a mission.

Turns out good ol Scallion wasn't supposed to survive that fight.

Turns out little Scally wasn't supposed to know how to hide or sense energy.

And it turned out that Scallion CERTAINLY wasn't supposed to have a power level of eight thousand at age sixteen.

And do you want to know how I know that?

A Majiin fucking buu showed up and KICKED MY ASS, then promptly kidnapped me and tossed me here. Era Gaia. The time Patrol's planet.

Normally I'd be all 'oh wow! This is awesome! I'm going to be a hero to protect time!'

Hahaha no.

I was too old to enter time patroller school so I had to get a job as a shelve restocked.

I can lift a ton over my head and have a mundane job

Of course, it looks different than a NORMAL job, mind you.

The shelves in the supermarket go about twice as high as normal and you are allowed to float inside.

Flying without a license is illegal, of course.

The difference of 'floating vs flying' being speeds of up to ten miles per hour.

I carry around large pallets of food and stuff and, well, whatever.

I've done that for the pastfive years.

For five years since I have been here in this fucking place...

My power level has only increased toeleven thousand.

I...

I'm in a fucking rut, honestly.

Job pays enough for food and an apartment, clothes, and all that.

But it certainly doesn't pay enough for GENUINE training.

I paid for a class or two one time... after saving up for almost a year. But as it turns out, my fucking JOB got in the way!

I let out a low growl, crossing my arms.

I'm stagnating.

DAMN IT!

In a world where roughly eighty percent of the saiyans have super saiyan I'm one of the less than two percent that hasn't even managed to surpass Saiyan Saga Vegeta!

I'm beneath the notice of... of basically everyone.

I turn, walking to my bed and talking a seat.

"Damn Namekians... can survive on fucking water..." I grumble under my breath.

They get paid the same as us, but Saiyan food costs soooo much.

Like, 'saiyan sized' ramen noodles with bowls the size of laundry baskets. Dinosaur chops.

Being a Saiyan is constantly fucking me over!

I have all this fucking knowledge! But can I use it?! NO!

I KNOW HOW TO BECOME A SUPER SAIYAN GOD! But do I have five Saiyan chums who will help out? Fucking nope.

Can't even turn super saiyan.

Fuck my life, genuinely.

I run my hands through my hair.

At this point... should I just see about trying to find a wife? Someone to grow old with?

But who? I don't talk to anyone... I have no time for dating as I'm constantly working overtime to try and save up as many paltry pennies as I can.

Or rather, Paltry Zennies.

My only chance at anything would probably be some human or something who wants saiyan genes for their own children.

Some psycho bitch who wants to coast off their own child's successes.

Probably 'too old' to have gone to any time patroller school here like I was.

That's completely depressing.

I...

I could be doing so much more with my self.

I know how to become a god, after all.

The world at large... doesn't seem to even know it exists.

The only timeline... is the GT one...

There has been not hint of gods of destruction nor saiyan gods.

I guess the gods of destruction don't have any place here? I mean, they've got their universes. There's not really a 'God of time destruction' or anything like that. I-

You have unlocked the gacha system!

I flinch back, nearly smacking my head on the wall behind me which would have hurt like a bitch. Most architecture here on Era Gaia is made of Katchin. The metal of the supreme kais.

Most super saiyan threes would struggle to break it, so I'm less worried about my mere Saiyan Saga ass causing any damage, more giving myself a concussion.

REGARDLESS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS?!

Granting random ability. Power limit temporarily loosened for first roll.
Rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling.
Item Granted: Rod of Asclepius {Worth: 300}
An ancient and potent artifact. This golden rod is imbued with incredibly powerful restorative magic. By simply channeling magic through it, even a novice magician would be able to heal nearly any physical or spiritual malady short of death. It is also bound to you, meaning it can be summoned with a thought.

"Huh?" I blink twice.

With a flash a golden rod surrounded by a brass snake appears in my hand.

I can feel a shift deep within my body.

"What?" I breathe, a gasp leaving my lips.

There's a small bead of energy deep inside myself.

The eyes of the serpent glow. "Transforming into a less cumbersome form."

With a flash, the staff disappears.

I blink the spots from my vision, gazing down at my forearm.

Wrapping around my arm is a tattoo of a snake coiled around the limb.

A frown tugs at my lips as I sit there for a moment, eyes closing.

My body is surrounded in a golden light. The ache from when I stubbed my toe on the doorframe disappearing.

My eyes snap open, mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish.

I-I...

I can heal.

I have powers.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath then exhale.

"How do I use this?" I whisper to myself.

To improve my life, that is.

How do I use this to improve my life...

I walk over to a nearby counter and grab a scouter, quickly browsing the internet.

'let's see here...'

"Healer Position Wanted."

That's certainly an idea.

But first, I'd need to train this power. See how much I can heal.

More than that... I'd probably need to travel to a smaller town.

That honestly doesn't sound too bad. It's probably cheaper to live out there as well.

In this massive city, I'm constantly reminded of my failures.

Of my weakness.

Going to a town with less people would likely be a way to train myself better.

Sure, I won't be able to take a trip to some sort of Kaioken dojo, or anything like that, but I can slowly but surely gather some savings.

For the first time since I got here I've been given an iota of hope.

Hope to become strong.

Being able to heal myself in battle would be a TREMENDOUS advantage. Not only would I return to top condition... but as a Saiyan I'd also get a zenkai as well!

Now I just need a plan.

A plan to become impressive.

I close my eyes, tail swishing back and forth behind me.

My... first order of business would probably be to join a class to learn how to control my Oozaru form... and those classes are quite niche and expensive.

I have about a million Zeni to my name in spending cash.

Or, about ten thousand dollars.

The Oozaru control classes are about five times that.

Why Is it so expensive you might ask?

Because it's basically a club. They have classes once a month at the end of every month. Depending on how advanced you are- and if it's your first time there- you'll be given guides, advice, then are taken out into a little pocket dimension so some teacher or something can beat the snot out of you until you can get a grip on yourself.

That...

Will be the first step in my ascent to power.


I stand in the center of a bus, clouds are passing me by as the Namekian behind the wheel opens the door.

"We're passing over Rosemary town!" He calls out, the whipping wind rushing through the interior.

My eyes widen as I rush forwards and hop out.

"THANK YOU!" I shout as I begin to fall, the bus quickly gaining distance.

I flip around slowing my fall slightly as I look towards a fairly sizable town.

Round buildings greet my vision, there's a few multi-storied buildings but none really scream 'sky scraper'.

My descend begins to slow more as I fall further and further.

Eventually I land on a dirt road leading into the town.

It's a short walk, but eventually I come into the town proper.

I adjust the bag on my back, glancing around at all the people walking about.

Ugh.

Even some of these children ten years younger than I am are stronger than me... that's fucking depressing.

I make my way through the town, not getting much attention.

I mean, it's a town, after all. Seeing new faces probably isn't that unusual.

Eventually I make it to the hospital and step inside.

The secretary sat behind a nearby counter looks up as I step inside. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"I'm here for the healer job." I state.

She's... alright I suppose. Power level restrained to about five thousand, probably older than myself by a few years. A human with short blonde hair.

She blinks twice, leaning forwards slightly, gazing at my swishing tail.

She looks up, giving me a half-lidded stare. "You... are here for the healer job."

"Yes. That is what I said." I nod once.

"Saiyans aren't known to be very good healers." She deadpans. "Or healers at all..."

I let out a long self-loathing sigh

A thin blade of Ki extends from my fingertip. I use it to slash through the palm of my other hand.

"Injury." I hold out my hand showing the woman.

Then I bring it close, golden light enveloping my hand as I cover the injury with my other hand.

After around five seconds I reveal my hand, bloody, but otherwise completely healed.

The woman's eyebrows shoot upwards. "Wh-"

"Huh..." She mutters after a moment.

"Alright. One second. I'll get the director... clean your hand up if you would and please take a seat."

Ki ignites around my fist, crackling briefly, utterly vaporizing my blood.

After that I turn and take a seat in one of the many chairs and just simply wait, crossing my arms.

After around ten minutes, the woman returns with a large green man. A namekian.

"So. You're the Saiyan who can heal?" He rumbles.

"I am." I nod once.

"What is your skill level?"

"I... haven't actually tried to heal any critical wounds before."

"Ah. I see." He frowns. "Come with me."

I am eventually led into a room with a teenager, probably thirteen or fourteen sat in bed, both arms in thick casts, a leg raised also in a cast.

His mouth has been covered in bandages, he glares pointedly at the namekian.

"Someone thought that they could injure themselves and come here for a quick zenkai boost." The man states slowly. "Healing is energy intensive for me, so I decided to let him sit here for a bit to think about what he's done... if you can heal him, the job's yours."

"Done." I state.

I raise a hand.

*Flash*

Golden light explodes around the boy, I can feel his bones drift back together, cracks mending, even a mildly upset stomach has been utterly cured.

The Namekian raises an eyebrow. "That's far more potent healing that I ever would have expected to see come from your kind."

I... am just going to take that as a compliment. "Thank you."

He steps forwards, hand overing over the boy.

He closes his eyes.

They snap open a moment later, a hand raising to catch the plaster-covered punch of the saiyan.

With a flip, he is hurled into the wall, sending beds and Iv stands scattering everywhere..

*THUD*

He bounces off of it, seeming to be made of some form of Katchin, otherwise he likely would have punched through it entirely.

"Ghhhhrn-" the saiyan growl in pain, the plaster around his hands flaking off as his power surges.

"You do not mess with healersboy. I will be having words with your teacher about this." The namekian glares.

He then turns to me. "You have the job. The hours and payment shall be as the job application listed. My name is Sirren."

"Scallion." I introduce myself.

"I see... are you able to start tomorrow?"

"I am." I nod once.

"Good. Then we can start to figure out your healing limitations. I imagine you are quite tired after healing this little brat."

"I could probably do maybe... a few more bones, but that's it." I admit causing the Namekian to nod twice.

"That is roughly what I expected. When did you learn?"

"About three months ago."

"Ah... so a near novice, then. Your healing capabilities will grow in time. Have a good day, Scallion. I will see you in the morning."

"You too, sir." I nod once, then turn, beginning to walk away.

Now I need to take a look at the apartments around here.

Renting a hotel room for a day is fine. Doing that thirty times would be roughly equal to the monthly rent of the apartment I had back in south city.

With how much more this job pays, I can easily afford that until I can find a cheaper place to stay.

Things are looking up!


"Let's see here. Broken pelvis. Shattered wrists. Tears in muscles. Big night?" I question as I mark down the teen's injuries on my clipboard, checking off every single broken bone- so we can accurately charge him.

"My girlfriend turned super saiyan for the first time ever last night." He smiles wistfully.

"Lucky." I snort, rolling my eyes.

"I knoooow." He groans. "I'm so jealous."

"I'll get you back up in a jiffy sir." I hold out my hand. The wrists are the hard part.

A lot of complex and small bone in those, the pelvis was relatively easier due to its general size.

The man lets out a long breath, a small grin appearing on his lips. "Ah there we go. Better than ever... gotta love Zenkai."

"Once more... lucky." I sigh.

"Hey. Don't look so down. You're like... the only saiyan I've ever seen that can heal." The saiyan in front of me hums.

"Yeah. I'd be a total monster in the battlefield... can you imagine? Pierced through the chest. Zenkai. Broke every bone in my body. Zenkai. Beaten to a bloody pulp. Zenkai. My main issue is that I'm too weak in general to try out fights like that." I state. "Also, I sort of need this job and the hours are quite long."

"But you didn't come here to listen to me bitch and moan." I state offering a hand to the Saiyan which he takes, being pulled to his feet.

We begin to walk towards the front desk.

"So... you're new here, right?" He questions. "Where'd you come from?"

"South city." I reply.

"S-Seriously?!" He gasps. "What's it like? My girlfriend and I were thinking about moving to a big city after we finished the academy."

"It's a lot more expensive to live out there... if your girlfriend can turn super saiyan, you'll probably be fine, but for me I was living meal to meal. Being a saiyan has it's downsides."

"Uuuugh so much food." He agrees.

"And at premium city prices too." I add in, causing him to wince.

"How much?"

"Two thousand zeni for a single cup ramen."

"HOLY SHIT!" He curses. "That's like... twice what it is here!"

"Imagine trying to afford that and an overpriced apartment with a shitty shelf stocking job."

"Yeesh." He winces. "But hey, things are looking up for you now, right?"

"Yeah. Been saving up enough for that Oozaru control training."

"Egh. We've been avoiding that. Too expensive. But honestly now that Celibi has super saiyan, it might be good to try it out for Super Saiyan Four."

"Super Saiyan Four's a game changer, certainly." I agree. "But if all you needed was super saiyan and Oozaru, don't you think every super saiyan across Era Gaia would be a super saiyan four?"

He opens his mouth to reply but says nothing for a moment. "Huh... fair point... you looked up this stuff before?"

"Yeah." I nod once. "The real challenge comes from shrinking yourself after learning to control your Golden Oozaru state."

"Ah. That sounds like a pain." He agrees. "Still baby steps and all."

*Ping*

Attempting roll.

I blink twice.

'what?'

This... is the only other time that it appeared after giving me my healing power.

It's been MONTHS!

What did I do that's special?!

"Well, you'd probably be able to afford Oozaru training easier if you didn't have any bedroom related incidents and get sent to the hospital, so maybe take it easy, yeah?" I hum.

Rolling.

"True, true." The man relents as we finally come to the front desk.

He is almost tackled by a short saiyan woman.

"I'MSORRYI'MSORRY!" She clutches him tightly.

I let out a small sigh, tearing my gaze away from them, trying not to let my jealousy show.

lucky prick.

I offer the clipboard to my coworker. "Here you are, Burma."

She looks over it.

Rolling.

"So... how much will it be?" The teen in front of me questions, quietly consoling his girlfriend.

"Looks to be coming out to... four hundred seventy three thousand zeni."

"Oooh." The Saiyan winces. "That's going to hurt the piggy bank."

"Scallion, you've got another patient in room eight."

"Got it." I nod once.

Rolling.
Rolling Failed. Points Banked.

'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!'

I nearly shout aloud, almost missing a step.

My eyes narrow slightly, then I let out a long breath, closing my eyes. 'you know what? Whatever. I don't care. Healing is fine. I am fine. Everything is fine.'

Honestly, healing for a Saiyan is already broken enough. Looking at you 'What if' Goku Black.

I'll be fine... I just need a little more training.

I'm already working out on my days off, soon I'll probably buy myself a gravity belt as well now that I can also afford gym membership.

It's all good. Everything will be fine.


I duck around a swinging punching bag, slamming three heavy blows into it, eyes narrowed.

Training is going better, at least.

The workout equipment has gravity alteration technology on it.

In just six short months I've already managed to jump up to a power level of twenty thousand.

I mean, I get that's nothing. But I went from increasing my power level by three thousand over five years... to increasing it by nine thousand in half of a year.

That's some progress, at least.

Now, it won't let me come close to winning the fucking child's 'under a million power level' tournaments, but hey. It's a start.

Most people my age who still are under a million have probably given up on trying to be anything special... but I refuse! I'm becoming a super saiyan at least!

Maybe I should try Saiba-battles.

Nappa himself- when the time patrol found a timeline where he wasn't killed off by Vegeta- brought with him an idea... the idea to grow Saibamen and have them do battle against each other.

Saibamen aren't really smart enough to learn techniques, sadly.

At most you might be able to beat into them some sort of 'death beam' adjacent attack. They're also relatively fragile and don't really do well with injuries.

Nappa became the 'Pokemon Master' of Saibamen duels.

There's several different leagues for them. Starting with Kaiwareman, the weakest, and ending with Imiteman.

There's lesser duels and greater duels.

But overall, I haven't really seen a saibaman with a power level over twenty five thousand... and that was Nappa's personal Imiteman.

He doesn't really participate in the lesser tournaments, so if I'm lucky I might be able to squeak out some prize money.

The issue is that it's not really a lot of money.

The lesser Kaiwareman tournaments typically have a prize of like fifteen thousand Zeni... or like one hundred and fifty dollars.

The championship has a much better reward though. Half a million.

But then you'd be forced to face Nappa, and damn it. He may not live in most timelines, but the fucker can certainly grow a Saibaman.

A smile appears on my lips as I find my memories drawn back to the man posing behind his little black plant monster which has neon green eyes.

He seems like a cool dude. Shame Vegeta kills him. If I remember correctly, he was the one who wanted to revive Raditz with the dragon balls. A loyal guy. I can respect that.

Ah. Right.

My power has been eerily silent for quite a while.

It'll pop up again... right?

Right.

Even if it doesn't. Healing.

Can't complain with healing. Plus, each and every day my... uh... magical power? Is growing.

Strange that I'm a Saiyan with the ability to use magic. That's more of a Namekian, Majin, or Kai sort of thing to do, but whatever.

With a couple more paychecks I'll have enough for a year of Oozaru club. Then, once I learn to control it I can start trying to learn one useful technique this world doesn't seem to know about.

A technique that- while not very useful on its own- may just allow me to have a chance in some greater tournaments...

Ikari...


Well, here we are. Another dragon ball attempt. This time with Gacha!
To explain it briefly, Mr Scallion here gets 100 points for every 2000 words I write. Every 3000 I roll on the Celestial Grimoire. (Or maybe I might change it up one day and roll on the other celestial things around)
If he rolls something he can afford, he gets it. If not, his power moves on.
Is there a Celestial tome or something for martial arts? Hmm.
I could also just COMPLETELY decide to change how Scallion here gets his gacha points and rolls. Who knows!