Disk 5: The Saiyan's Awakened Will! The Musai Who Can't Level His Strength!

Last time, on Dragon Ball STEP!, Neoru fails to remember what a G is while Dina assaults an innocent... what was its name? Whatever, cut to it!

"H-Here!" Dina shouted, a combined look of exhaustion and wrath brimming through her ruby eyes.

"Damn it..." Neoru groaned through his teeth. Just remembering the prior beat down shook him to the core. Hell, her presence gave him shivers at this point, but he wasn't gonna let that show. No, the conveniently-placed, nigh-endlessly paged biology book he vaaliantly sheltered himself behind would ensure that.

"Wonderful" said the antennae-clad professor as he prepared another slideshow on the history of Namek.

"You don't seem happy at all to see lil' old me" Dina sarcastically pouted. "Well that's quite alright, because I, am happy to be here."

"Oh yeah, nice reference, dipshit" a voice from the foyer harshly mocked, garnering a "Piss off" from Dina.

The instructor groaned. "I'm going to have to ask you to stop interrupting the seminar and find a seat."

"Was doing that anyway, god..." she trailed off as she jumped up the stairs, 2 at a time, in search of a place to sit for about 5 more hours. As she hopped upwards, Zinco attempted to read the contents of Neoru's current makeshift wall. Not 2 hours had passed, and Neoru was already regretting his choice of words toward the blonde menace who now plagued his existence.

"What the fu-stop it!" Neoru hissed.

"But I wanna try to read it!" cried Zinco. "n' why are you hiding your face? Are you scared? Is it because of the big, snowy scary guy on the glowey wall?" he briefly directed attention to the projector, showcasing a pale, androgynous reptilian being whose devilish grin scared Zinco off. "Because I am too, but we can face this toge-"

"-gotta be so fuckin' loud for, kid? Shut your yap or..."

"Ah, dammit," he mentally sighed.

Dina was staring directly at his position, for the sole purpose of amusing herself with the image of someone hiding themselves with a book. She initially had no idea Neoru was sitting there, but his stupid, fluffy bang hairdo gave him away. In the place of rage, however, a subtly smug look grew across her face.

For what felt like a day, Voshyo stood upon a grassy knoll, away from the aggravating cascade of noise emanating from the city.

"Now get the hell out of my office."

Until this point, none had dared to so much as address him with a funny look, much less dismiss him so callously. None, excluding the bastard who'd sent him to what should've been his grave. Balling his fist, his memory of that powerless feeling, and having to relive it, burned him.

He was but a boy when he first tasted its sting, and the eternal burning sensation within him each time it occurred. Forced into hiding by his father, whom he had to watch be "hanged" by the renegade. This being could only be described by the term "monster," a spiked, endless tail which wrapped around a vessel of inconceivable power, showcasing only piercing white eyes. That figure had forced him to run and hide on more occasions than one, he'd put his race under his boot and forced them to obey his whim, and he'd taken... her... in front of his very eyes.

Voshyo was now clenching his fists to the point of stabbing into his palms, anger wheeling from within. He, he who should be a king, had felt powerless. So much so that he'd become well-acquainted with its feeling.

He needed someway to prove his strength. Saiyan strength. To the whole damn multiverse.

"You seem troubled, saiyan."

It hit him like an asteroid: unfathomable strength and pressure that nearly broke his sanity.

Despite the unreal pressure of a gas giant weighing upon him, he forced himself to turn and confront the creature.

Its cesious form stood 3 meters, dwarfing Vosh's already-towering height. Its eyes were a storm of pure, violent red. Black, curved horns, each about a meter in length, protruded from its masked skull in the manner of a bull's.

And its tail, almost double the mammoth's height in length, easily drifted to each side.

"Are you alright?"

Its power was star systems away from his own. It threatened the power which had initially humbled him. And yet...

"Fight me."

"What?"

"I SAID FIGHT ME!" he roared.

The intimidating, yet soft-spoken individual was taken aback by the saiyan's enraged explosion.

"Fight? But you've given me no reason-"

(BGM: Beyond Belief (Fast Remix))

"THEN HERE'S YOUR REASON!" Voshyo yelled as he charged at the being with all his power, forcing it to move as not to wound him. Yet, on a dime and flicking his tail as a balancing act, Voshyo spun and unleashed a torrent of energy, engulfing the being entirely.

"TAKE ME FOR A TODDLER, DO YOU?" Voshyo demanded as he rushed into the torrent and engaged the unfazed creature in a 1-way exchange of blows.

"YOU COME ALL THIS WAY AND UNLEASH THIS MUCH POWER UPON ME? YOUR PATHETIC INTENTIONS HAVE BEEN LAID OUT FOR ME!" The being looked away in what resembled shame at the accusation.

"I never sought to insult you-"

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE, COWARD!" Voshyo grabbed the being's arm and, with every ounce of his power, drove his fist into its face, hitting it square in its bio-mask.

It had zero effect, instead resulting in Vosh's fist splitting and breaking into a bloody mess, only serving to intensify the saiyan's expression of rage.

"If that is what you're implying, I did not intend on intimidating you with my power."

"THEN WHY DID YOU APPROACH ME WITH IT?"

"Concern!"

"DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A WEAKLING IN NEED OF SYMPATHIES?"

"I do not!"

"THEN WHY IS YOUR POWER IN FULL!"

"BECAUSE I CAN NOT CONTROL IT!" the being suddenly erupted, emotion alone knocking away Voshyo.

As he struggled to get up, the being lamented what he deemed as weakness.

"All my centuries, and yet..." the being looked back in horror, his insecurity exposed. "I have said too much. I have done too much... What a failure this attempt has been..."

As it tried to leave, however, Voshyo called to it.

"I want your name."

The being hesitated for a moment.

"I don't care about its nature, only that your power exists, and that I WILL call for you when I am ready to surpass it."

"... Ceruzius."

"Soft bastard... even your name evokes power." Voshyo chuckled to himself, loud enough for Ceruzius to hear. "Very well, Ceruzius. You are hereby my benchmark. Now be gone."

Ceruzius heeded, flying off (and unconsciously breaking a rule. Well, 2 now. Wonder if anyone down there cares...) with a touch of fulfillment in his heart.

"Even if the fashion was.. unanticipated... I did help someone today." The gentle giant clamped his eyes shut in delight.

As for Voshyo...

(OST: Halusatwin - Dark Prince of All)

"What a foolish stupor I've undergone, sulking away like some weakling while there are yet plateaus I've left untouched."

"This world... no, all worlds will know this saiyan's power in time." He smiled at his broken fist, then skyward. "Even the heavens themselves will break before Voshyo's fist."

Yo! OP here.

So Google+ is dead now. Shot to death by Google like Ol' Yellie. Yeah, that one site that molested YouTube for a good while? Turns out the actual site wasn't half bad. Gonna miss that hellhole...

Oh, yeah. 3 weeks without an update. Yeah, I ran through a shit ton of ideas for this chapter and am only now coming up with a decent, cohesive continuation. Seriously, I was THIS close to posting something genuinely awful.

Meet Ceruzius, the gentle giant of Zinco's soon-to-be team. While Neoru's character kickstarted my idea for a story, Eldergod Cryojin was my second-ever Xeno-CaC (I made a Part 3 DIO as the first. It looks aight.) I also came up with a new name for Frieza's race: Musai. Inspired by Saiyan (Anagram for Yasai) Musai is an anagram for the JP word "samui" meaning cold. I like it. I also liked this chapter's outcome.

Next up: Continuation of this chapter with the 3rd unveiling of Zinco's dream team, banter between Neo and Dina, and maybe some other stuff.

See ya.