Secret of the Super Saiyan! A Girl Named Kaza!
"Hey!" Dina said, directly behind Neoru's row.
Neoru sat motionless. Absolutely still, like a concrete statue.
Dina puffed out of agitation. "Hello? Earth to Bird's Nest?"
Neoru shook like a concrete statue during a tremor.
"Don't you ignore me" Dina thought, now cross with the boy. "I said-"
Neoru had had it.
"WHY THE HELL WON'T YOU LET ME BE?" he hissed.
Twice now, knowing full-well she was able to snap his neck with a gesture, the boy had openly talked shit to her. And yet, she still felt something inviting about him.
"What? Are you suddenly above small talk? Can't chat with a girl or something?" she teased, getting a groan out of Neo.
"Oh, I'm down for small talk! I just don't like associating with psychos like you unless I need to! And I don't need any more brain damage as-is, you unstable fucking time bomb!"
She giggled a bit, treating Neoru's blatant hints to take a hike off a large flight of stairs like a game. "Psycho? Says the looney parading about a very-well machete into a school? You're one to talk, Mr. Ripper!"
Neoru paused for a minute, deciphering what exactly a machete was, and sucked in his teeth. "Hey, you walk around with a big enough stick, people tend to steer clear."
"I'm not feeling the slightest bit intimidated by the meter-long baby's-first-shiv you're carrying in a sodding napsack. Guess your little stick trick doesn't work on people who aren't complete nancies?"
"You aren't people."
Neoru surveyed the area, laying eyes upon hundreds of what he'd deem freaks of nature.
"No one here is people."
"Oh-oh no, piss right on off with that" Dina retorted. "What you consider 'people' at least practice decent hygiene, and YOU don't exactly give off the scent of a gent who bathes!"
"They don't turn their hair gold when they're pissed or toss around energy the size a' buildings like it's nothing, either. Wise-ass."
"... touchè."
Neoru decided to ignore what he perceived as an insult.
"Besides..." he proceeded to blankly state, "This ain't for show."
Dina cringed a bit, deciding not to dwell upon the implications of Neoru's last statement.
"Sooooo... got any idea what the spooky green guy's on about down there?"
"I stopped listening a good few hours ago. Or minutes? I don't know."
"Gee, that borin', huh?"
"Eh, I just confuse hours with minutes sometimes."
"... how do you confuse hours with min-"
"Will you two idiots zip it for a second? This is important!" hissed a bushy-tailed girl within Dina's row.
Both directed attention to the ongoing lecture, not before Dina threw in a needless insult.
"-omrade was murdered by Frieza, Son went into a state known as..."
The saiyan girl who hushed up our prosperous protagonists beforehand frantically shot her hand up, alongside a good chunk of the class.
"Hmm... yes, Kora?"
The aforementioned saiyan girl proudly proclaimed, "Super Saiyan! A form that boosts the user's power by around 50-fold! Activated by a saiyan's rage and sorrow!"
"Well done! Someone's been studying!"
"Thank you, Mr. Stroga!"
Mr. Stroga proceeded to change the slide, revealing a warrior clad in a gold aura, hair standing tall.
In that moment, shock compelled Dina to spring up.
"Hey, that guy's gone gold!"
The class diverted all eyes to Dina. Some surprised, most annoyed, all confused. On behalf of the childish title Dina gave or the sudden, loud outburst, reasons varied.
"Y-you know... when your hair shoots up and, uh... and everything turns yellow and... and you get this really tense feeling, and it feels warm for some reason and I'm not making sense right now, am I?"
"A good portion of the state's reported symptoms... unusually descriptive..." Stroga said to himself. "Even an uncanny amount of sincerity... Ms. Spaurk, either you're rather elaborately trying to stall my lecture, or... you very well may be a Super Saiyan."
(BGM: Dragon Ball Z BGM - The Saiyans are Coming!)
Dina let out a baffled gasp, as did many other classmates.
"A... Super Saiyan?"
"I don't see many alternatives. It's either that or the Musai took a rather sharp evolutionary turn in a timeline I'd rather not know about."
"Uh-huh... umm..." Dina tilted her head. "What exactly is a 'Saiyan' again?"
Strokes ensued from Dina's obliviousness, as the professor slowly but surely began to lose patience.
"THERE'S NO WAY!" Kora abruptly shouted. "She doesn't know what it is, what it means, she doesn't even know what a saiyan is, for Kai's sake! You can't just HAVE Super Saiyan! She has to be lying!"
"Jeez, ya walking blarehorn, wanna yell that a bit louder?"
"Shut your mouth, you damn smart aleck! You have no idea how much that form MEANS to me-"
"Oh so I'M the smart aleck, not the pissy twat who has the gall to call me a liar for no reason! Excuse me for not knowing what a saiyan is, not like it's the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I'm hearing the phrase, you condescending bush-head!"
Kora met the insult with a swift grab of Dina's collar, her charcoal eyes glistening with rage.
"I'll show you what a Saiyan is first-hand, you insufferable piece of-"
"Hold on!"
The spikier-haired girl diverted her attention from her quieter adversary to the moppy-haired boy a row beneath her.
"Stay out of this!"
"Please..." Zinco continued, despite Kora's demand. "Hurting someone because they don't know as much as you won't make anything better. That will..." Zinco genuinely tried his utmost hardest to think of something that sounded right, something agreeable. "That will only lead to more... wrong things happening! Even her hair is flashing in hurt now! You don't need to do this!"
Even though a 4th grader could possibly out-speak Zinco, the sentiment was enough to reach the saiyan. And so, she released Dina, albeit with a warning.
"You're lucky someone cares enough to vouch for you, asshole" Kora growled, slowly turning her head to face Dina once more. "Next time, I won't be so-"
During her brief audience with Zinco, Kora never questioned the peculiar matter of flashing hair Zinco mentioned.
Or the class's sudden plunge into silence.
Or the sudden change of pressure she'd noticed.
Or the sickly shade of white the formerly olive-skinned Neoru took on as he locked up, eyes wide open like a ghost had strolled on by.
She'd attributed the change in atmosphere to her own actions. Now she knew the real source.
Dina stood before her, her eyes rapidly shifting from ruby-red to a seething ocean's teal. Her hair danced as it fluctuated between a light brown and a burning gold. Her expression was rabid, to say the least.
"Get you filthy paws off me" she bellowed. "Before I rip you a new one."
She was a saiyan. A Super Saiyan, nonetheless. And she barely knew it.
"There's my answer" Stroga said in a sing-song tune, oddly unfazed by such a young woman achieving such an exalted form. "Regardless, both of you, Student Affairs, NOW."
Both former lions were immediately reduced to teary-eyed schoolchildren.
"B-but she-"
"B-but I didn't-"
"NOW, or insubordination's being added to an already long list."
Both saiyans flashed each other departing glares before walking off in a fit.
"mrmm... stupid... slug-head loser..."
"Wait what was tha-"
(BGM: Tatyana Ali - Boy You Knock Me Out [0:00 - 0:30])
The commons were big.
No, gigantic.
Size of a few Olympic swimming pools, with a ceiling that mocked most skyscrapers.
Not that Neoru had seen that many in-tact skyscrapers in his lifetime, but still, big room with big food for big kids like him.
Speaking of, after suffering through an ear-shattering cat fight between two Smilodons before hearing possibly the worst anti-violence speech on record, Neo wasn't in the best of moods.
As such, he picked a spot away from most of the mixed-language chatter and dug in.
Conton food didn't help his mood. Bread was supposed to be brittle and rough, not this soft crap he was making himself eat. It tasted a hellava lot better than usual, sure, but change was scary.
At least he had some space to reflect on past events and where to go from here annnnnnnd who the hell is this?
Trudging toward Neoru's table was a female figure almost one and-a-half Neorues tall. The fuchsia pink-skinned creature wore a grey, zipperless and sleeveless vest covered in bizarre patterns, coupled with baggy grey pants and a tattered, white cape. She didn't have anything resembling a nose, and 2 protruding holes covered for ears. In place of hair were tentacles, each about chin-length excluding the 2 massive shoulder-length protrusions forming a sort of half-oval shape coming down over her forehead.
Neoru would've freaked out if not for her pitiful, submissive posture, as her head faced the ground while she cautiously made her way towards his table.
"E-excuse me, may I..."
Neoru sighed before cupping an ear in her direction.
"Eh? 'd you say something?"
The shy girl tensed. "I... may I sit h..." she trailed off, taking notice of Neoru's irritated glare. In truth, she was working his nerves, but not entirely because she'd approached him.
"What?" he asked in an obnoxiously high voice, still callously cupping his ear. "Ya sound like a damn mouse from here. Ya want something? Speak up."
Neoru wasn't normally of repeating himself, but he hated submission. Seeing people act so pathetic and subservient was a sight he'd seen play out throughout his prior life; even he'd needed to play such a humiliating role a number of times.
Unfortunately for him, the increasingly-unnerved girl gradually began to break down in front of him.
"I'm sorry... I just want somewhere quiet to sit-"
"Pete's sake-look, if you're not gonna grow a damn spine, sit somewhere else."
The girl suddenly panicked, taking note of the particularly darkened area behind Neoru where most other empty seats sat.
"But it's dark back there!"
" And? It's quiet enough, right?"
"P-please-"
"GO. Jeez."
Now quivering, as if Neo's words chilled her to the core, the girl choked back a sob before moving towards the shadowy section behind him.
She was close enough for him to hear her slowly weep into the table, no doubt due to her attempting to keep close to what little light could touch the isolated region. He could tell by the familiar way she wept that the girl was scared out of her mind. A crestfallen, afflicted frown spread across his face as he heard her racked whimpers continue for longer and longer.
"We've all gotta straighten ourselves out eventually..." he thought to himself.
"Why is she crying?" said a voice which Neoru had initially detested. This time, though, it sounded... warm.
"Oh, it's you."
"No, I'm Zinco."
"...OK."
"Why is she crying?" Zinco repeated, only this time, there was an audible touch of charge in his voice. Despite Neoru being about a solid 2 years older than Zinco, the latter had him beat in height by about 2 inches, quite evident now that Zinco's full height was now visible.
"Oh, yeah, she came up to me like some nervous wreck and I told her to keep moving."
"HUH? WHY?"
Hey, if you're so concerned, why not go check up on her yourself?"
"Ah!~ You're right!" Zinco propped up, tail wagging and absurdly large tray of food in tow. Neoru turned away to flash a wholesome grin.
"Still..." Zinco briefly turned back around, disapproving emerald eyes meeting apathetic violets.
"That wasn't nice."
"Nope." Neo bluntly stated. "Move it."
Zinco nodded and headed towards the distant, sulking girl.
This emotional wreck is called Kaza.
As one may deduce from initial appearance, Kaza is a Majin; a mystic race born with unnatural strength and the ability to alter reality on a whim. Long ago, while time itself was a child and existence was still a swirling chaos, the precursor of this race brought destruction upon the universe. Many eons down the line, with the assistance and kindness of a certain saiyan, the creature known as Buu was broken from its never-ending cycle of violence, and as such, sought out for a peaceful life. This Buu found love, made a wife and had children who spread across the universe on their own accord, calling themselves "Majin."
However, unlike most others of her species, Kaza wasn't formed by Buu or the fabrics of spacetime. Put bluntly, she was an experiment, given life in a distant planet's lab. As such, both this and her history garnered distrust and kept her distant, both physically and mentally, from even those closest to her appearance. She'd known warmth from only one person throughout her twelve years of existence, and after his passing, it seemed like she'd only sink further into loneliness.
A sudden thud nearly sent Kaza through the roof in surprise, her gleaming black-and-white eyes wide with shock.
Which is why this day was so important to her.
"Yo!" greeted Zinco.
Kaza's shock persisted as she gazed upon Zinco's teetering tower of teriyaki and veggies.
Kaza's concern and unease gradually turned into confusion as Zinco began to mow through the meal which formerly stood a few heads above him, his tail practically going berserk as he tore into the meal.
Slowly but surely, suspicion and paranoia set in upon here. It didn't make sense how someone would willingly choose to sit in such an isolated area, no less with someone with her appearance. And he was at such ease, as if he knew her beforehand.
"Why?"
"Hmm?" Zinco mumbled while chewing a rougher piece of meat. "Why?"
"Why did you sit here?"
Zinco finally swallowed after a hard-fought battle with his morsel.
"Because you were crying."
Zinco'd unintentionally offended the Majin, who saw his reasoning akin to observing a burning train wreck. Thankfully, Zinco was fantastic at reading people. He saw the pained expression and slumped shoulders, and elaborated upon his explanation.
"You sounded scared, but... you look too nice to feel that way."
"Too nice?"
(BGM: Baki OST - Lovers2)
Zinco chuckled a bit. "I'm not good with words."
"No, you aren't" Kaza giggled, immediately covering her mouth afterwards in horror.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"You're right. I'll just have to get better at them! I'm Zinco, what your name?"
Kaza had trouble remembering her name amidst the memories of others she'd been called. It came down to either "Demon" or "Kaza" and she chose the one she liked more.
"Kaza."
Zinco reached into his nigh-obliterated pile of food and pulled out a piece of chocolate.
"Here, Kaza, eat this!" Zinco proudly held out a bar reading "Kroukai" in green italics on its bright blue wrapper. "These are the best!"
"Oh, it's alright, you can have it..."
"That just makes me want you to eat it more!" Zinco gave an ear-to-ear smile to Kaza. "Pleeeeease?"
Kaza slowly inspected the treat before just as slowly picking up the bar and taking a bite.
Simply put, it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.
So much so that tears began flooding down her face.
Zinco became concerned. "Ah-I'm sorry, I thought you'd like it!"
"I do."
"Then... why are you-"
Kaza jumped up and nearly squeezed the life out of Zinco.
"Thank you!" she repeatedly stammered out between sobs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Despite the bone-crunching pressure, Zinco found that she was cuddly, almost like a mattress made out of playdoh.
"I'll pay you back! I'll make sure I pay you back... for all of this...!"
"No, you don't need to-"
"I DON'T CARE!" Kaza yelled, shaking half of the entire cafeteria and drawing eyes. Didn't help that more and more sunlight shined through the ceiling window, illuminating the once-gloomy section of the commons and drawing even more attention to Zinco's bright-yellow temple gi.
"If not for your sake... then for mine. " Kaza wiped her tears and flashed the same toothy grin Zinco had given her.
"I'll make things even, Zinco!"
Yo! OP here.
Abbachio is fucking dead, Dokkan is trash, Kengan Asura is solid, and I am about the laziest bastard on the face of the planet. Got hit in the face by SO many writer's block episodes throughout this chapter's conception that I'm starting to forget shit. Still, I'm glad I got to establish Kaza (Kazam. It was gonna be Maepol, leave me alone) as a character. Gonna somewhat base her around the generic "Dumbass MC's Bitch" trope, though not to the degree of most; down the line, she'll help Zinco become less and less of a child, though his innocence will be a mainstay. I'm also just gonna stop that "Next Time" BS because it's abundantly clear that I have zero idea and just do what I think would suit the story more, at least until I get a solid idea of where the plot is going. (Graduate's Strongest Above Heavens Arc is gonna be ill, just watch.) Unless it's like a joke or something. Welp, that's about it. See ya.
Next Time: Not-Mugen and Not-Sadie Kane discuss the current economic decline of Jahcoin. Hilarity ensues.