Don't Own Dbz, Only The Oc.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Speech through phones and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."
"Powerful Creatures Speaking"
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)
I should have left the city AGES ago! What the fuck?! I've wasted so much time!
I mean, the chances weren't one hundred percent that I could have held up a job out here.
But...
Surely I could have built myself a home or something.
I didn't try hard enough.
This is such bullshit! What the hell?!
My hair begins to lift slightly.
I blink twice, astonishment at what was happening crossing my face.
Then...
It was lost.
"FUCK." I curse.
By acknowledging it... I stopped it.
Damn it!
'Calm down! It's a good experience. It comes from a need, not a desire.' I close my eyes, taking a deep meditative breath.
My eyes flick to the clock. 'ah. Right. Should probably get going.'
The class is going to start relatively shortly.
I got my flight license and everything for this.
Turns out there's a few levels to 'flight licenses'.
The first allows you to fly outside of cities. That's the kind I have now.
Higher leveled ones lets you actually fly in cities- at a certain speed- mind you, but still, the courses for that are quite a bit more advanced.
I'll settle for traveling through the extensive wastelands.
"Hey hey! Welcome all! It's good to see you! It looks like we've even got some new faces! So. This is how it's going to work. You all read through those little booklets we handed out to you, then we'll lead you into this little pocket space behind me." A woman stands up on a raised platform, a crackling vortex sitting just behind her.
I flip through the booklet.
A lot of it is stuff I already know. Back during my extermination mission I made use of Oozaru quite frequently.
I can't control it per say. More guide it in a certain direction.
I blink down at a few of the tips in the booklet.
Is...
Is that seriously it?
'think fondly of family or friends'.
That's one of the only tidbits of information I wasn't able to figure out with my knowledge of the series, but even then... there's not many people I have a good connection to.
Whatever. This is merely a few starting steps on my path to growing more powerful.
You know... I haven't really thought about it. But... what are my goals?
My aspirations?
Getting strong?
Getting a wife?
Eating good food?
As I am right now, I'm just aimlessly getting stronger.
The ground rumbles underfoot as I take a step forwards, tail lashing out behind me.
A little insect darts around, but as of this moment I'm ignoring it. The world is hazy. Tinted in red.
What do I want to do with myself?
What are some goals I can set for myself?
The angry haze begins to clear as my eyes shut.
I remain stood there, a towering giant among large spires of rock and earth.
Grow powerful...
But how powerful?
Find a mate... but who?
Wife. The word is wife. Stupid monkey brain.
The ground rumbles slightly.
"Are you okay?!" The insect calls out.
My voice is gruff, barely more than a growl that causes the very air to reverberate and shake. "Hazy."
"You're doing far better than most first timers!" The voice calls out. "It's impressive."
My tail lashes out towards the insect, but they effortlessly swerve around it.
"Sorry." I growl. "Rage..."
"Hey, I get it!" They call up. "Oozaru is intense! Just sit there for a bit, try and hold onto your control! Shit! One sec, It looks like Cera needs help."
I close my eyes again, seeing the glowing gold little bug flying away at high speeds.
All this extra bulk... I hate it.
The feeling of this stretchy armor.
It reminds me of who I could originally have been.
What I could have done had I not been set in that shit job.
I despise it.
I-
*Ping*
Attempting roll.
What?
For a brief moment I can feel my control slip, but with all of my strength I clamp down on my mind, the haze being shoved back for a moment.
It returns full-force a moment later, but with great care I barely manage to fend off its new attempt at sinking its claws into my consciousness.
Rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling.
Roll Successful.
Psychic Abilities - Biokinesis (Self-Control) {Worth: 100}
"In the World of Darkness, psychic abilities and mythic sorcery are, at first glance, completely different. However, both manipulate the same powers, albeit in very different ways, and are both considered forms of linear magic. While a sorcerer utilizes numerous tools and ceremonies to harness supernatural powers, a psychic makes do with lots, and lots, of willpower. Furthermore, the majority of psychic powers are innate, and can be improved, but not gained, without outside interference, in stark contrast to sorcery.
The psychic ability to manipulate their own biology. While this ability cannot replicate the powers of the Paths of Shapeshifting and Healing, its flexibility is more akin to that of the Life Sphere known to true mages.
[1] Self-Control - the biokinetic can manipulate their own body on a low level. Minor cuts stop bleeding, small amounts of pain are ignored, and breath can be held for several extra minutes. To do any of this, the biokinetic must enter a trance."
{This power can be upgraded. Would you like to spend more points as a one-time purchase?}
'y-yes?' Already I feel as if a weight has been lifted off my mind. The red haze has begun to recede from the forefront of my consciousness.
Another power is added.
[2] Self Healing - by maintaining focus for a long period of time while relaxing comfortably, the psychic may focus their internal energies, allowing their body's natural ability to recover to move at twice it's normal rate..
Would you like to purchase more?
'Yes!'
[3] Hysterical Strength - the psychic gains control over their adrenal glands( or so some psychics believe, regardless of glandular response or lack thereof, the result is the same), allowing them to pump their body with the chemicals necessary to turn even a normal person into an Olympian athlete - for a short time, anyway. This lasts up to an hour, at which point the crash hits. The crash's intensity depends upon the length and strength of the boost, as well as the excess pain and stress the biokinetic endured, and will likely incapacitate the unprepared, knocking them unconscious. Of course, having the strength of an Olympian doesn't mean that they can handle the strength of an Olympian, so it's common for a biokinetic to injure themselves and, as adrenaline dulls pain, not realize it. There's a reason the adrenal gland doesn't pump constantly.
Would you like to purchase more?
How much more can I purchase?! YES!
[4] Ignore Pain Response - the biokinetic may freely activate and deactivate their pain response. This won't actually heal them, but it will certainly make being injured less annoying. Even with no pain response, the psychic can still sense an injury, but the lack of pain will probably cause them to underestimate its severity. Pain exists for a reason.
Points exhausted. Finalizing power.
A wave of pain rushes into me all at once... then it vanishes.
A reflex on my part... it seems I used that latter power to ignore the headache I just received.
The headache slowly returns as I gently loosen my grip on my ability to feel pain.
It's like a dam.
Mental agony atop my Oozaru rage and deep seated rage against my previous life here in Conton. All carefully held behind a dam that is my new psychic capabilities.
Eventually, the pressure will grow too much, I will snap.
Which is why I am letting some through. Carefully nudging the flood gates, just enough to allow the spiking pain of overwhelming knowledge of my body to slowly stream into me. The pressure steadily decreasing more and more.
I stand there, quietly meditating, sorting through this newfound knowledge.
I tower above my surroundings, clad in saiyan battle armor.
After ten minutes of contemplation, I make a decision.
I don't want all this bulk.
My body begins to rapidly shrink, fur receding, I can feel my pain receptors flare up, but I don't really feel anything other than a deep ache.
If I wasn't paying attention, I probably wouldn't notice, but right now my body is slowly being torn apart.
Muscles straining, energy crackling.
I'm doing something unnatural. Something that isn't meant to be done.
My power dips as I rein in the rippling energy.
Nine Times.
Eight.
Five.
Three.
Now it's down to merely a two times increase.
With each decrease the strain becomes easier to bear.
My body isn't even destroying itself at a one-point five.
It's straining, sure, but muscles aren't being torn, bones aren't creaking ominously. Skin isn't being scorched.
None of this would be possible without my absolute BULLSHIT new power.
It's ridiculous.
As I stand here, my body begins to slowly mend, the damage my forcing of this transformation is healed.
I close my eyes briefly.
Twenty five percent. Twenty.
Ten.
Now it's barely even a ten percent increase.
The moon above is screaming at me, my blood is rushing, wanting to rage and destroy. But...
I won't.
I glare up into the sky, staring directly at the moon.
I turn and begin walking through the wasteland, back in the vague direction of the exit to this little pocket space.
*Ping*
Achievements Unlocked: Master the Oozaru transformation +100 CP, Learn Ikari +200 CP
'hm?'
Rolling.
Warchive (Revelation Space) (600CP) (300 CP Needed)
An ignorant fool would call the warchive an arsenal, 'a place to store weapons', as evidenced by the quantity of guns displayed on the walls of this room, but it's also so very much more. The warchive contains a coffin-sized fabricator and an advanced database containing every personal weapon that humanity has developed in this universe, in its thousands of years of violence. From a combat knife to an ack-am launcher to a camouflaged assassin's needler, this fabricator can not only manufacture any handheld weapon it has the schematics for, but it can also merge and customize their functions, appearances, programming and ergonomics to any user's vague, general or very specific requirements. It comes equipped with a knowledgeable gamma-level personality to interpret your requests and offer suggestions. You'll get to specify the personality, so you don't get annoyed by it. The warchive will automatically acquire the blueprints of any weapons you currently possess or acquire to add to its collection, with the stipulation that it cannot reproduce enchantments or other added magical effects, and you may have to supply a bit of raw material and some of the rarer components yourself (like antimatter or setting-specific materials like kryptonite, eezo or uru). The warchive takes up a room which may be placed in your warehouse, a large starship or another property. Naturally, you can restrict access to the warchive.
"..."
Huh?
Would you like to lock-in this purchase, saving it until you are able to afford it, or will you re-roll?
I blink twice, the haze of pain deep in my core briefly flaring.
I stare at the screen.
At...
At least my power is letting me know things now?
This seems sort of useless to me.
Human weapons are human weapons. Goku shrugged off Bulma shooting him in the face with like a power level of ten.
Re... roll?
Ayleid Well: (400 CP) (100 CP Needed)
Dotted all throughout Cyrodiil, one will find these wells, and now you yourself own one. Not only does it completely restore and temporarily enhance your own pool of magicka when used, but it can grant those without their very own pools of magicka! Perfect for any Companions you might pick up in the future. Note: Recharges at midnight at the end of every 7 days.
I have two real options here... I can lock this in... or I can allow it to fade and pass on.
It could be useful, honestly.
The ability to grant people magic or refill my own. Useful for pulling those long shifts in the hospital.
I eventually decide to lock it in, walking my way back to the exit.
"You're back early." The saiyan stood at the rift observes. They have sunglasses on, specially made to prevent them from turning into Oozaru a tail lazily swishing behind them.
Lightning briefly crackles around them, their hair spiked up and golden as they sit in their super saiyan two form.
They're also the strongest out of everyone here. Mainly here to prevent any errant Ki blast from passing through the portal or to keep any big rage monkeys from getting any ideas.
"I've got a handle on it." I admit, gazing up to a nearby power sphere. Pain flairs, but I quickly shove it aside.
The man blinks twice. "You're... not turning?"
"No..." I shake my head.
"How the hell are you managing this?!"
"Control." I admit. "Looking at the moon fills me with agony. I'm aching to transform. Eager for it... but I don't allow myself."
He opens his mouth to reply, then closes it, opening it again a moment later. "Whatever. I don't really care."
"I've got enough of a handle on Oozaru now... I probably won't return."
"Hey. You're the one who paid for the year-long class. You're not required to return." The guy shrugs causing me to nod slowly as I walk out.
I step through the room filled with folding chairs and after gathering my things and changing outfits in the locker room, I leave out the front, stepping out into a world where flying cars zoom past and people of all races walk the sidewalks.
I turn, walking my way towards the nearest city exit, hands in my pockets, glancing around at the vibrant ads.
'NEW FLAVOR CAPSULE!'
'Sensu Oil Bandage! Healing on the go!'
'Gravity Belt 9001!'
Being back in a big town... it makes me miss the small and simple life I have back in Rosemary town.
The biggest cities have too many ads, frankly... too many people as well.
I can't wait till I get home.
I let out a low breath, body aching.
Ikari doesn't seem like it's really meant for continuous use.
A double edged sword.
However. This has one benefit.
The strain of my body is giving me a steady stream of zenkai boosts.
Well, not quite a steady stream per say.
While using Ikari at its full power- slightly dangerous as I struggle controlling my strength in a way similar to Goku and Gohan did to their super saiyan forms.
Only it appears to be worse.
As a result, I don't really... use... Ikari at full power.
Well, 'full power'.
It's unusual, but it seems like I can push Ikari above the times ten multiplier. It's just that if I try that, I have to quickly put up every single mental defense I can as an 'on fire' ache becomes a 'this will shatter your mind' pain.
Sitting at a times two multiplier, just enough to flash my eyes to an interesting gold, gives me like... one power level every couple of minutes or so.
Like, merely by existing my overall strength is slowly ticking upwards. Going throughout my day I gain like one hundred power level.
There's also much more gain when I actively work out.
My overall power level has jumped to thirty thousand. That's sort of respectable, I guess. My strength is increasing steadily and soon enough I may just join like a fighting tournament or something.
Maybe.
I'm unsure.
Maybe I could just ask to fight someone around here. The Gym has a Katchin room for fighting that can withstand even the might or two super saiyan fours going at it inside.
I-
+100 CP. Ayleid Well Purchased. Transforming into a less cumbersome form.
There's a slight weight on my finger.
I blink down.
"Huh..." I mutter, seeing a little ring on my finger. It is brick-like in texture with a little circular well in the center that looks as if it would normally hold a gemstone, but instead some form of ethereal white energy pools.
There's a few things that immediately come to mind when I look at it. Firstly, if it is ever broken or lost it finds its way back into my hands. Next is how to use it... by touching the little orb of energy in the middle.
The question is 'should I?'
Fuck it. Imma touch tha-
"Ow." I wince, the light zapping my finger, a frown tugging at my lips.
That stung. I-
"huh?"
There are now memories bouncing around my skull.
That little orb of magic I've been slowly growing and tending to by using the healing staff has more than quadrupled in size... in addition...
A ball of fire flickers in my open hand. In the other, a golden light seems to shine.
"..."
"Hold on. Are these fucking skyrim spells?" I whisper under my breath.
Magika...
Holy shit. I've got Skyrim magika.
I can give OTHER people magical powers. Plus it looks like whenever something is given magika... they gain access to the basic novice tier 'Flames' and 'Healing' spell.
That-
I CAN GIVE SAIYANS THE ABILITY TO HEAL ON COMMAND!
The only downside is the once per week cooldown.
"Fuck it!" I grin as I get out of my bed. "I'm going to have a victory drink!"
Pov: Elsewhere.
She can't believe she was talked into this.
"Oh, it'll be fun Chronoa! You need to take a load off!"
Towa and the time breakers are still out there causing trouble! What if something happens while she is here? What if something horrible happens!
She is shoved forwards, causing her to glare back to a short black haired woman.
Her attendant, Wairu, disguised as a human through the use of Kai magic.
She is nudged towards a nearby bar, causing her to let out a long sigh as she takes a seat next to someone who is already there.
Her skin is paler, less pink than it normally is, her ears are rounded and her hair is a simple brown.
She has to do this at times because, well, everyone knows Chronoa the supreme kai of time.
"This is a waste of time." She grumbles under her breath to the black haired girl, causing her to grin.
"Come on! Don't be like that!" Wairu chastises. "Live a little! Socialize! You'll burn yourself out if you just work all the time!"
"She's right, you know." The voice on her other side speaks up. The saiyan that she just sat next to at the bar.
He glances over, causing her to flinch slightly as she gazes into two piercing golden eyes.
'what the hell-' she tries to get her surprise under control as the Saiyan continues.
"If you just focus on your work... and only work... eventually there will come a point where you'll just get tired. Depressed. You'll reach a point of no return where you just... don't care if you live or die. Speaking from experience here. You should find the time to enjoy your life. Get a hobby, make some new friends."
"Find a boyfriend?" Her attendant suggests, causing Chronoa to turn and glare at her as the black haired girl gives her an impish smirk.
"Whatever makes you happy." The saiyan shrugs as he goes back to drinking from a large bottle.
A frown tugs at Chronoa's lips as she finds her gaze straying back to him.
Speaking from experience?
"So... what's your story?" She finds herself asking, causing Wairu to grin victoriously, a smug smirk appearing on her lips as she gestures to his tail.
That little brat.
She's never going to let her live down the fact that she has a thing for saiyan bad boys.
...
Mainly Bardock, but that would have never worked out...
"It's really not that interesting." The saiyan sighs with a small shrug. "You?"
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She replies.
The saiyan lets out a long breath. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you... So I was born on planet Vegeta a long twenty two years ago, got sent out to exterminate a planet, luckily it was one with non-sentient life, then eventually after getting back, I went to go help this bardock guy with a mission... the only thing is, oh wait,I wasn't supposed to survive. Some fucking gum guy strong enough to probably tear frieza in half shows up, beats me with an inch of my life and drops me in this personalized hell."
The girl flinches slightly.
"Normally, I'd be all for it. Tons of strong people to fight. Legendary transformations to achieve. But oh wait.I'm too old. I get dumped in the middle of the largest city on the planet with nothing but a pamplet and barely enough money to buy a fucking apartment, then I have to work this stupid fucking job to restock shelves over and over again as your cunt boss just repeatedly denies your requests for a raise, so your living day to day, sometimes going hungry as you're a saiyan that eats a lot, one day you save up enough to go to one of those fighting classes as you foolishly think 'oh wait, maybe if I get stronger I'll be able to become a time patroller and do what you love... fighting strong opponents', but oh, you fucking idiot. suddenly your job slots you in for the exact day your training is supposed to take place. The one day that you have said to your boss that you'd like off for MONTHS but who fucking cares about the saiyan with a power level of sixteen thousand? He'd get his ass kicked by fucking CUI. If you don't show up you're fired, gonna starve to death, then lose your house, turns out that a lot of the jobs in the city are power-level gated so if you lose this one the patrol so graciously gave you you're fucking doomed and-"
His hair sparks up slightly, flickering gold for a brief moment, then it dies out, a long breath leaving the saiyan's lips.
"You ever feel hopelessly crushed? Like nothing you'll ever do will matter... ever... that the world itself seems to be conspiring to make you suffer as much as physically possible? That is what I felt those five long years... luckily earlier this year, I figured out I could heal, then ran away from the big city to get a job here at the hospital... and have been kicking myself ever since for not doing it sooner. I don't know what sort of asshole decided to put me in that city when they brought me here, but life out here is literally HALF of what it is at South City. Food, housing, training. If I ever find out which jokester put me there and decided that I should have a job there I am going to probably beat them within an inch of their lives, heal them, then do it again."
"It-" The saiyan breathes out a heated growl. "It just feels like some higher up here did all that just to spite me. Like, is there some dude up there that wants to make Saiyans suffer because they get 'easy' powerups or something. Maybe a tuffle or something that feels like torturing random guys like me lets them 'get back' at the people who killed their race. I don't know. I just... I sort of hope I was the only one to get put into a shit situation like that."
There's a small smile on his lips now. "Honestly, thanks for that. I didn't think it would, but that really did help me get a weight off my chest. So what about you?"
"Ah... well... my story is... ah... hilariously more mundane." The girl weakly begins, her thoughts running a mile per minute.
Why was this saiyan forced to live like that?
Live a life that almost made him a super saiyan right here and now by merely thinking about it.
Who did this?
Why did they do this?
Her gaze flickers to her attendant who has a small frown on her lips, eyes narrowed slightly as her eyes flick across the bar. She locks eyes with Chronoa and nods once, saying that she'll handle it.
"I sort of have a fairly important job... and I feel like If I'm not there at all times everything's going to fall apart and people might die."
"So you're overworking yourself trying to do everything you can to make sure everything goes right?" The saiyan asks.
"Mhm." She weakly nods.
"That's dumb." The saiyan deadpans. "You're only one person."
"W-Well- I can't just- everything would-" she sputters.
"Listen... I don't know where you work or what you do, but when you're in a situation where you are feeling overwhelmed that each and every choice you make would have drastic consequences well... you do what you can. Bit by bit. Piece by piece... also, you should probably take a look at the multiform technique if you need some extra hands... if it works that way, that is... and if it doesn't, well, says who? People in Conton have grown complacent. Kaioken is rarely pushed above a times fifty because, well, we have mystic. Frost demons stop at cooler's fifth form because, well, mystic and Kaioken. Hell. I seriously doubt super saiyan four is a REAL super saiyan four. Just Oozaru mixed with super saiyan one... which implies, why not super saiyan two. Why not three? It feels like people here see what's done in the timelines and decide that they shouldn't go further for... reasons?"
"Ah. I'm getting sidetracked. Listen... just... do what you can in the moment. You might fear that what you're doing isn't good enough, but... what will fear do other than stress you out? What will it do aside from wasting your time that should be spent on figuring out what can handle?"
The kai looks up to the saiyan, a small smile on her lips. "Well, Yeah... I guess I could try and figure out and upgrade the multiform technique! That'd lift some of the weight off my shoulders! That's a really good idea!"
A budding curiosity slowly comes to the surface of her mind. "Hey... uh... I'm a little curious, what's your name?"
"Scallion." The saiyan replies.
"Why are your eyes gold?" She questions.
He blinks twice.
"Ah. Right. Forgot I was doing that... trying to control it while drunk would probably be a poor decision." He mutters under his breath.
It?
His eyes become a coal grey as he faces forwards.
"What- what was that?" The girl breathes, eyes growing wide.
That- that was unlike anything that she has ever seen before.
"Secret. Sorry." The saiyan shrugs.
A small pout appears on her lips.
Just you wait, Scallion. she'll figure out whatever the heck that was eventually!
It's not every day she comes across something new.
She supposes she has to give Wairu credit. This was worth her time.
alright, we're using Shiro rules now. expect more bullshit! also. man. Scallion really just vented about the time patrol TO the time patrol. that's sort of funny. also there's sort of a cosmic reason why Chronoa is there... Drunk Wish CYOA because I thought 'eh, why not'. if you've seen it. you've seen it.