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)
Congratulations! You have died!
'huh? What the hell do you mean that I die-'
You died!
'What the hell?!'
I look around my room, it looks exactly the same as it always does, messy dresser, a king sized bed that takes up more than half of the room, a stack of empty boxes in the corner, a small shelve of video games on the other side of the room, and in front of me a flat screen TV connected to a simple play station two with a little red clock just above it.
Nothing has changed.
Lucky you! You have died!
I watch as the dresser slowly evaporates into motes of light.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shout in surprise as all the junk laying across the top flops to the floor and promptly passes through the floor.
So... you have finally comprehended your position.
I bring a hand up to my mouth, biting a knuckle as I glance around the room. 'Oh fuck oh fuck. What the hell?! Am I really dead?'
You are dead. Lucky you!
"Why do you keep on saying that?! Why the hell am I lucky?!"
Because you sir, are going to be reincarnated with three wishes!
"…"
I fall silent for a moment, my mind-numbing fear lapsing for a moment. "Really?"
Correct! Please name a world you want to go to and name your three wishes!
Three wishes...
How do I get the most out of three wishes?
How do I experience the things I really want to?
In what world can I accomplish the most dreams?
I fall silent for a moment.
"I want to go to the world of Dragon Ball."
Confirmed. Now state your three wishes.
"For a wish... may I create a backstory?"
Pardon?
"I want to create an Alternate universe of dragon ball for me to live in."
Go... ahead?
"I am reincarnated as a saiyan called Scallion. About a month after my birth, the saiyan race fully becomes aware Frieza is coming to kill all of the Saiyans, thus they devise a plan. Instead of merely sending Goku to earth, they create a proverbial ark, sending me, the only male, baby saiyan, along with Genderbent Goku, Genderbent Tarble, and the three female saiyan avatars from dragon ball heroes, Viola, Note, and Forte, who is the slightly older twin of Tarble." i take breath of air then continue my longwinded and extensive wish. "After we are sent away, the Saiyan race gathers and makes a valiant final stand against Frieza, but they are inevitably all killed by the tyrant, who, using a technique taught by the lazy god of destruction- who wanted to pawn his work off onto someone else- blows up the planet. The six Saiyan children crash to earth and dragon ball begins as normal. With the exception of me being the last male saiyan in existence and our sole job being to basically repopulate the saiyan race. Vegeta's a girl. Nappa is a girl. Raditz is a girl. Turles canonically exists and is a girl."
Let me guess. Broly and his father are girls as well.
"Close. Broly is a girl stranded with her mother and twin which is basically just Z broly... which of course... is a girl."
…
This won't apply to universe six, I hope you know.
"Oh, I'm fully aware. Those but saiyans didn't get wiped out almost entirely. Just as long as Caulifla and Kale are still women, that's fine."
I am starting to regret this. That is enough for a singular wish. If you want to modify your world further, you must use another wish.
"Wish two. I want Chronoa and Towa to take notice of this timeline and its incredible changes. I want them to come to my timeline, Towa bringing along Demigra's hot secretary girl with yellow skin, pointed ears, and blue-ish black hair, and the female Demon dragon ball heroes avatar while Chronoa brings the female kai avatar... only to immediately have all of their power taken away and for all of them to be weakened to a point where they can't pose a real threat to me. Of course, they may steadily regain some of their power through training, but when they get put into the world? Power level five hundred or under. I also want the female angels of the other universes- barring the fat one- to take notice of universe seven and eventually- I'm talking like during dragon ball super- come to visit without their gods of destruction... finally this is an erotic timeline where the strong having harems is perfectly normal. Gero also creates that one female Android avatar from dragon ball heroes instead of the classic android nineteen. Oh. I also don't want Roshi or the old kai to be perverts. Roshi has an old hag of a wife and is happily married, while the Kai is more respectable."
…
Okay? I'm starting to see a theme here. What's your final wish?
"One moment. I'd like to bring your attention back to the first wish, notice how I said that Frieza used a god of destruction technique to blow up a planet. Albeit a very low tier one."
I noticed.
"I said that because in this world, I want power levels to ACTUALLY make sense. So I want no planet busting until like... buuhan levels, and even then, it has to take a lot of effort. This is of course excluding certain situations like Frieza being in his final form and putting his all into barely creating a death ball capable of blowing up Planet Vegeta. This means that in classic dragon ball, Roshi can't blow up the moon, thus his kamehameha would instead cut off Goku's tail, instead of being able to blow up mountains with a power level one like one hundred, like he did for frypan mountain, his kamehameha would merely create enough power to blow it out like a candle- which of course damages the mountain heavily, but doesn't utterly erase it."
Noted. Now for your final wish?
"I want to be a special one of a kind saiyan that produces pheromones that slowly but surely cause girls to fall in love with me. And I want it to be undetectable to even the highest powers in the world. In exchange, to make them far less likely to notice the pheromones, by 'slowly but surely', I mean really slowly. I'm talking about years of being near me... another aspect of me having mutated DNA sort of like the Broly twins, is that I am able to learn how to use most techniques after seeing it once, or couple of times for techniques that are more than a simple energy wave that drills, or an energy disk that cuts. Instead of getting tremendous power from merely existing like the broly twins, I'd be a technician style fighter."
Is... this it?
"Yes. That's it." I nod slowly.
The voice falls silent, it is almost eerily quiet.
Oh... that's swell... I noticed how you didn't say that you wanted to keep your memories.
"WAIT! WAIT OF COURSE I WANT TO-"
Goodbye filthy degenerate. Perhaps the bumbling harem protagonist saiyan will grant me some entertainment.
In the next moment... all I knew was nothing.
hrn. An erotic timeline. Maybe some further changes are needed... oh! That's an idea... I wonder if he will mind if I make a few changes to make this more interesting. Hmmm... but that would technically be overwriting one of his wishes. What could I give him in exchange? A good question.
Broly's Wrathful transformation? No... he specifically stated that he wasn't like them. Hmmm...
On a planet far out in the wide galaxy, a world with red skies, a majority of the planet being red crags, and numerous oceans that surround the almost stripe-like landmasses, a man sits in a throne room.
His hands are steepled in front of his face as he looks to the end of the hall, a video is being played.
A spikey haired Saiyan clashes with a pinkish durian-looking alien, their forearms are smashed together, the numerous large spikes on the pink alien's arms digging into the saiyan's limb and causing blood to spew from the numerous puncture wounds.
"HRAAAAGH!" The saiyan roars as he flings his other hand forwards and blasts the head of the fat alien with a wave of energy.
It clears a moment later revealing the durian-like alien smirking, scouter destroyed and his face only slightly scuffed.
"Poor Bardock." The purple figure smirks. "Used and tossed aside by Frieza. Your teams dead... and you will be too... don't worry. That pesky race of yours is soon to follow you."
All around the screen... are corpses. Numerous solders of Frieza... numerous saiyans... all dead. The only two remaining, being the infamous low class saiyan purge leader, Bardock, and Frieza's third in command, Dodoria.
At the bottom of the camera is a torso with a hole blasted cleanly through it. The last bit of the scouter wearer's strength had been used on turning the scouter on, propping themselves up, and transmitting what they saw.
With an incredible backhand, Bardock is sent spinning through the air, he lands a crumpled heap in front of the camera, he slowly gets to his hands and knees, growling like a wild animal, but then he freezes. Eyes locked on the recording scouter.
A smile graces his bloodstained lips as he rolls out of the way of a kick from the pink alien and twists around, sweeping a leg out from under the tubby Frieza force commander.
His fist smashes into Dodoria's ribs, causing him to gasp as his armor is cracked. "So you think you can kill the saiyan race, HUH?!"
The tubby alien is shunted a short distance away, where he is then assaulted by numerous ki blasts.
Bardock barely dodges a headbutt from the stocky purple man, he crashes into a nearby rock, knocking up a tremendous plume of smoke. "The only reason I can think of why Frieza would be doing this... is because that coward is terrified of our legends! The legendary super saiyan!"
A concentrated beam of energy shoots from the smoke and through the Saiyan's abdomen as he coughs blood, he staggers back, dodging a second which would have pierced his chest.
The purple alien body checks the wounded saiyan, knocking him to the floor and with a single reddened ki blast an arm is blown off of the scarred man.
He grits his teeth, glaring up at the pink alien that stomps a foot on his chest, a ball of energy forms in the spikey pink man's hand, he looks entirely too pleased with himself. "Goodbye Bardock. Any last words?"
"…"
"How... much longer does my race have?" The man quietly questions. "How much time until Frieza wipes them out?"
"Heh. I suppose I can at least tell you that... your monkey brethren will meet you in hell before even tomorrow night." The pink alien scoffs.
"Heh..." The saiyan smirks. "I guess I'll wait for them in hell... heheh you might even be joining us Dodoria."
With a blast of energy, the saiyan warrior is no more. The king of all Saiyans, King Vegeta sits up straight, eyes narrowed. "Your sacrifice... Bardock... has been noted."
He stands up, roaring at the top of his lungs. "We have at most twenty-four hours before that traitorous bastard Frieza comes to destroy the Saiyan race and all we stand for! I will not go quietly!"
His eyes stray across his many advisors. "Even if we are destined to die here, I will spit on that filthy lizard's face."
He gestures to one of the many saiyans around the room. "You. Collect the prototype Saiyan pod."
"Yes my king." The saiyan in question bows his head before swiftly removing himself from the room.
He gestures to a male and a female Saiyan, his two guards. "Pinach, Celera... my order to you is to go off and find. Or make. A guide to repopulation. I will not let the saiyan race die with this generation."
He looks to the rest of the saiyans. "The rest of you. Gather the saiyan babies. Those too young to fight. Bring themall here."
Numerous murmurs of confirmations echo throughout the hall as the many saiyans disappear through the gaping windows, through the doors, and leaping off the balconies.
"Is this all of them?" The king questions as he crosses his arms in front of numerous cribs lain before him.
"Yes, my liege." One of the saiyans bow. "Every Saiyan baby too young for combat."
"Not as many as I would have hoped..." The man announces, looking across the twenty or so cribs.
"Most have been sent away as infiltration babies to distant planets, my liege." The Saiyan answers.
"Tch. Of course." The man growls. "And there is only one boy amongst them. How typical."
Stood behind the children, is a large circular pod, with six chambers.
Six chambers for six children.
It was meant to be used on planets with inhabitants that have higher than average power levels. This would keep the saiyan children close together and allow for numerous children to be deployed far easier- and far more subtly- than multiple attack balls.
It is their only prototype. Untested, but at the moment they are out of options.
"Gather the five with the highest power levels... and the boy." He commands.
The saiyans around the throne room begin scanning the babies, eventually six are brought forwards, a majority of them low class with powers levels at around thirty, but there are three who stand out. The first two being his own flesh and blood, His twins.
The first, with a tremendous power of four hundred and eighteen, barely lower than her elder sibling's birth power of four hundred and fifty. The second, a disappointment, merely having a power level of sixty eight. She isn't even an elite, she can barely even be considered medium class.
The next is the boy, his birth power level a fifty six. Narrowly being placed within medium class. He supposed that will have to do. They need all of the grown saiyans for their rapidly approaching battle and he is the only male baby. Medium class will do. The next, a baby with a power level of thirty seven, and the next, a meager twenty nine.
His eyes slowly scan the children, he lets out a low scoff as he looks to the last one. Twenty five. "Place the one with a power level of twenty five back in its crib. Bring me Bardock's daughter. He died like a warrior and in his last moments he and his team gave us crucial information. If not for them, we would be unaware of Frieza's cowardice and treachery and would have died without even realizing it. I will pay him back in kind. If our race is to die, his bloodline will not end today."
He cringes at the spikey haired baby's power level as she loudly cries.
Twelve.
Disgusting.
But. He is a man of pride, and Bardock's team gave them the opportunity to have a warrior's death. If, a death at all. Bardock gave them the potential to live. The least he could do is honor his warrior spirit and do the same with his daughter.
He also invented the artificial moon technique. Something they will be abusing in the coming day.
Two figures burst into the room, his two royal guards, in the hand of the black haired man is a small storage drive, the brown haired woman lets out a quiet huff of annoyance as she crosses her arms in front of her armored chest.
Nobody comments on it, but with a Saiyan's heightened sense of smell, they can tell that those two had been... close... recently.
But, they had accomplished King Vegeta's task at hand.
"We have retrieved a guide to reproduction as you have requested, my liege." The man, Pincach announces as he slowly approaches and kneels before the spikey haired king, holding out the storage drive.
The woman, bows as well, kneeling beside the other high class saiyan.
"Very good." The king states. "Find a technician to remove the kill conditioning and replace it with this. Then get them to get some Saiyan Armor for them to wear as well as scouters but I want the communication ability entirely removed. It would do them no good if they were to accidentally access the severs the Frieza force now uses."
"Yes, sir." The man nods as the woman offers a silent confirmation.
They both stand up and leave the throne room, the female glaring at the male and voicing her near silent outrage to him. "If we survive this, and when I get pregnant. If you don't act like my damned mate, I'm going to rip your tail off and strangle you with it."
"Noted." The man nods slowly.
King Vegeta crosses his arms as he watches the circular-like pod leave the atmosphere.
The saiyan race's last hope if they are going to fall here.
A smirk crosses his lips. He hopes that when those six grow older, they discover his message.
"My liege. What now?" His bodyguard questions.
"I am going to make an announcement to the entire saiyan race." The man states as he turns, swishing his blue cape over his shoulder, glancing to the kneeling man. "Delete the transport data from our systems. Planet Earth... no longer exists."
"As you wish, my king." The man nods.
Hundreds of gigantic apes shoot beams off into the sky, vaporizing endless waves of soldiers. Dozens of white orbs of energy litter the reddened sky, looking like dozens of moons resting on the horizon.
More orbs are being shot into the sky as blasts of energy begin to destroy a few.
With each and every moment of battle, tens of thousands of soldiers are being slaughtered. The Frieza force's average power level of one thousand meaning nothing to the angry apes whose power is magnified by ten.
Even the weakest of the apes reach nearly two thousand power level, and Oozaru that weak are in the minority. Most range anywhere from six thousand to eighty thousand, while the leader rules at one hundred and fifty thousand, a power which is comparable to even Frieza's power level of five hundred and thirty thousand!
The massive ape with a cape finds a large hole blasted into his chest, blood spews from the ape's mouth as gravity overtakes him and he begins slowly falling towards the planet, the tyrant sat within a floating chair smiles condescendingly as he lowers his hand. He looks different than usual. His horns are gone, as is his bio armor. Leaving him with pale white skin, a large bulbus head, and numerous large purple gemstones across his body. His power is also... tremendous... far beyond anything ever recorded.
He lifts a finger and begins cackling as a small orange orb appears just above the tip, it grows steadily, going from a marble to the size of a beach ball, to the size of a man.
It continues to grow, further and further, reaching the size of a house, then it dwarfs the Frieza Force ship behind the tyrant.
The alien lets out a huff of amusement as he flicks a finger downwards, slumping back in his chair exhausted as he watches the sphere slowly drift down towards the planet.
You would never hear the tyrant say this, but... doing that always tires him out, but, in scenarios like this? It is far too convenient to not use. Those filthy monkeys were aware of his plan, this will certainly cease his losses.
In the next moment, the sphere strikes the planet-
The ape with a hole in its chest catches the orb, letting out a low growl as its body is forced deeper and deeper into the planet's crust. His hands burn, his fingers utterly disintegrated.
There's a crackling noise and a flash as the ape lets out a roar, its fur flickers to gold for a moment as it begins losing against the weight of the orb.
With a flash of golden aura, the ape transforms, its fur spikes upwards and becomes golden, it shoves back against the orb, but it doesn't move back even an inch, continuing to force the now golden Oozaru deeper and deeper into the ground.
"FRRRRIIIIEEEEZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The ape roars in a deep guttural voice as ki gathers at the back of his throat.
A wave of energy crashes into the orb and drills deep into it.
There's a bright flash, and suddenly a blast of energy explodes outwards in a wave, turning the red landscape of Planet Vegeta into a field of magma that steadily creeps outwards.
The blast instantly kills anyone near the planet's surface.
The tyrant's eyebrow twitches as the planet remains... irreversibly damaged, a good quarter of it vaporized but overall still intact.
"Filthy monkeys." The tiny alien hisses under his breath.
With that, barring a few outliers unaware of what has happened to their home... the saiyan race... is deceased...
Or so they think.
A strange disc-like ship flies through the empty expanse of space.
Six children, forcefully placed in a slumber by gas, silently make their approach to their destination.
"You are the last remnants of the saiyan race. All others have been killed by Frieza, a galactic tyrant whose power is far beyond you." A male voice echoes out through the six pods as a video plays before them. A recording to condition the children for their task at hand.
Normally it would merely be 'kill kill kill, kill all life, look at the moon' or just simply 'destroy' repeating over and over again, but the task for these children is... slightly different than normal.
Two saiyans are stood without clothing, their black royal guard armor ditched to the side, the man has short spikey black hair, a scouter over his eye, while the muscular woman with toned legs, arms and stomach crosses her arms over her chest, she has messy, wild, brown hair that frames her face and trails down to her lower back.
"You must repopulate. Mate with each other to revive the saiyan race." The male voice continues."Only then, may you seek revenge against Frieza. Make sure the saiyan race is numerous before you do anything foolish. You are our only hope."
A second voice speaks up, this one female. "Saiyan males mature slightly slower than Saiyan females. They typically hit their second growth spurt a year or two after females... however, It is unlikely that a male saiyan will be able to produce sperm until he is well within his second growth spurt, mating up until this point will hold no real result so I would suggest against wasting your time. You can tell when a male saiyan is getting ready to breed when he starts getting an erection every morning."
The male voice continues as the female walks over to a nearby desk and sits upon it, slowly facing the male saiyan as she spreads her legs and spreads the lips of her pussy with her fingers. "To make sure the male's seed fertilizes a female's eggs, it is acceptable for a female to lay on her back. The gravity of planet Vegeta discourages fertilization if you mate while standing or sitting."
The male slowly approaches, aligning his length with her hole as the woman continues. "Next, you will want to make sure that the woman is ovulating, that is when the eggs are most vulnerable to sper-aaahhn!"
The man thrusts in. "That's nonsense. If you just have sex enough, you'll eventually hit the ovulation day. And it doesn't matter, really, anyways. A woman can get pregnant at any time!"
"Hn- ah- mn- y-you- ahnnn- next you will want to continuing- d-doing this- until- u-until-" the woman begins, but she appears to be having some issue with words as the man continues thrusting inside of her.
"The male cums." The black haired saiyan finishes her sentence. "And then you want to-"
This recording will play over and over for the next year as they approach their destination.
Fourteen years have passed since that fateful day.
The day the Saiyan race's home planet was destroyed.
*CRASH*
A fairly tall boy backflips to get away from a small girl wearing a blue Gi, a bored frown on his face.
He suddenly ducks around another kick from the girl who nearly reaches his height. As she lands she twists and lunges forwards.
"Rock!" her fist is caught in the boy's palm.
"Scissors."
The poking fingers of her other hand is caught in between his other hand's fingers
"Paper!"
The boy takes a step back, avoiding the final palm strike.
His foot comes up and smashes into the girl's chest, causing her to slide back across the grass with a wince.
"Goki. You really need to work on not calling out your attacks." The boy chastises with a small head shake and a sigh.
"Mnnn." The girl pouts. "But it's so cooool! And it doesn't feel complete unless I do it! Also it doesn't really matter, Rayne... you are twice as strong as I am. You could have stopped them anyways."
"And Forte is four times as strong as I am." The boy scoffs. "You don't see me complaining every time I challenge her to a fight."
"Hmph." The girl huffs. "let's go get dinner."
"Sure, sure." The boy nods as he slowly closes his eyes. After a moment, a grin splits his face. "Oooooh I sense something pretty strong... it also seems quite large. Maybe enough for us to share."
The girl's attention snaps over to the boy. "Where?"
"Follow me." The boy commands as he turns and begins running through the forest at high speeds, the girl swiftly following along behind him.
Pov: Rayne
I slide to a halt as I hear a shrill scream, coming into a clearing as I see a massive blue pterodactyl laughing as it lumbers after a blue haired girl. Her clothes are slightly ripped, there is some form of smoking metallic vehicle crushed a short distance away. She is clutching a small backpack to her chest as she screams.
I reach into a fur bag at my lower back and pull put a mechanical device. I press the button on the side, causing it to beep to life.
"Yooour pretty cute, city girl!" The dinosaur-like being laughs as he begins to slowly speed up his chase. "Hnnnn how about this, you marry me and I won't eat you!"
"KYAAAAA!" The girl continues to scream.
The green glass over my eye points to the blue and white creature with a yellow arrow.
*Ping*
31
"Tch. A mere thirty. All yours." I scoff, causing the blue Gi wearing girl to grin savagely.
The scouter also scans the woman
10
Ten seems to be about the average on this planet, so an average woman.
I slip my scouter back into my bag and cross my arms as the tailed girl reaches the dinosaur.
A lathe fist smashes into the side of its head, causing the beast's jaw to crack and free a tooth or two from its gaping maw.
The blue haired girl's screaming stops instantly as she slowly looks over her shoulder in awe as someone who looks younger than her is standing up to the large beast.
Goki twists, slamming one foot into the ground, she turns and lashes out with a brutal jabbing kick to the chest of the large winged reptile, the crack of bones reaches my ears as shards of ribcage puncture into its lungs.
Its already dead. It just has a few moments to thrash around.
It lets out a roar, blood seeping out of its lips from its possibly broken jaw and bloodied lungs.
The small Saiyan girl steps around the downward punch that smashes into the floor and slams a punch into the beast's windpipe as it had leaned down to follow through with its attack.
It crumples to the floor a moment later.
I slowly walk over gazing over the small girl with messy black hair. It's actually fairly tame for a saiyan, not quite as tame as Viola, or Note's but it isn't sticking straight up or anything. Her hair goes about to her chin and is vaguely spikey.
Her tail lashes out as she looks down at the now deceased pterodactyl.
I look over to the blue haired woman we inadvertently saved.
I look back to Goki "Well, let's go home."
"W-Wait! Wait!" A voice calls out.
The two of us look over to the blue haired woman.
"What?" I question with a raised eyebrow.
"Thank you for saving me." The girl says as she bows her head slightly.
"No problem." I state with a half lidded stare.
I reach over and grab the arms of the pterodactyl and begin slowly dragging it as Goki grabs the legs.
"Wait- where are you going?!" The girl calls after us.
"Home." I answer over my shoulder.
"Yeah! Home!" Goki scoffs over her shoulder.
"Can... I come with you?"
"Do what you want. But don't expect us to feed you." I frown.
"Yeah!" The saiyan girl parrots.
After a short trip, the blue haired girl slowly following behind us, we reach a long winding mountainous path.
"S-Soo uh... my name is Bulma? What's yours? Why are two kids this far away from the city?"
"Rayne." I answer.
"I'm Goki!" The girl grins. "And we've always been out in the forest! And it's not just us! There are others too! There's Big Sis Note, Big Sis Viola, then our boss, Forte, and her twin sister Tabba!"
I notice the girl behind us pull out a device for a moment, her eyes widening fractionally as it seems to scan something.
She looks up slowly.
"Err... Rayne. Goki. Do you perhaps have an orange orb at your home?"
"Hn? Yeah why?"
"REALLY?!" The girl gasps eyes wide. "Can I have it? Please?"
"Why do you want it so bad?" Goki questions slowly.
"Uh well..." The blue haired girl begins slowly. "I suppose since you saved me, I can tell you... they are called dragon balls. There are seven in total, and if you gather all seven you will be granted a wish by the eternal dragon... I've got a radar and I plan to find all seven and make a wish."
"A wish granting dragon?" I question slowly, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yep! I'm going to wish for a totally dreamy boyfriend! Or... maybe a lifetime supply of strawberries." The girl hums.
"I see." I mutter as I continue walking forwards.
Eventually we reach the top of a mountain, where a large wall of logs stuck into the ground blocks our path.
Smoke billows from beyond it, curling up into the sky.
I twist and hurl the pterodactyl over the wall.
It lands with a loud crash as Goki grins and hops up onto the wall with a single leap, stepping over and falling on the other side a moment later.
I turn to the blue haired girl and with a flash of movement, I pick her up in a bridal carry, much to her shock.
"H-Hey! What are you- p-put me down!"
I turn and leap.
"KYAAA!" She screams, arms wrapping around my neck as I clear the wall and land gently on the other side.
I sit her down a moment later, her knees wobbling slightly as she looks around slowly.
A large thigh sits above a huge fire, a tanned girl with spikey black hair tied back in a ponytail is slowly turning it as the fires scorch the outside. She wears a blue Gi, much like Goki's and my own, there's a red staff on her back.
This leg in her hands is absolutely massive.
Larger than even her, yet she is wielding it with extreme ease.
She looks over her shoulder, looks to the dinosaur we brought that is only about thrice the size of the thigh she is cooking and huffs in amusement.
A massive dinosaur lays crumpled a short distance away, it easily dwarfs our own contribution.
"I win again." The girl smirks.
"Damn." I sigh. "Where do you keep finding those?"
"In the wasteland about thirty miles south." She answers. "I doubt that with your power level you could go there and come back within a day."
She's right. Regretfully. It would take me a couple hours to run that far. Taking into account getting lost and obstacles, of course.
I'm fairly certain there's also a massive cliff somewhere around there.
Milling around the camp is a petite girl with spikey black hair picking her teeth with a fish bone, her tail swishes in an almost bored manner as she looks around slowly.
To her left is a saiyan with extremely short hair, not even reaching her ears, she is quietly munching on the leg of a tiger and finally a saiyan with extremely smooth hair, a little unnatural for Saiyans, her hair is tied up in a pony tail behind her head.
The tanned saiyan looks over to the blue haired girl beside me. "Who's she?"
"Bulma." I answer as I slowly approach the fire.
"Who?"
"Some person from the city." I shrug, my voice immediately lowers. "She did say something fairly interesting, though."
"Oh?"
"You know grandpa's ball?" I question with a small smirk on my face.
"Yeah? the one with four stars on it?"
"She says that there are seven in total, and if you get all seven, you can wish for anything."
"Why would we want a wish?" The saiyan scoffs as she crosses her arms.
"Oozaru." I reply, and with that single word, her expression changes, her eyes grow wide.
"We could wish to be able to control it... we could wish to have a choice to transform when looking at the moon!" She gasps suddenly.
She stands up, tossing the dinosaur leg onto the burning embers of the fire, it'll get charred and probably get some ash on it, but we saiyans have eaten worse. she turns, rapidly approaching the blue haired girl Goki and I had brought with us back to camp.
"You." She abrasively commands, causing the blue haired girl to flinch back. "We need your wish."
"W-What? No! I made a radar to detect them, so it should be mine, right?"
"You misunderstand. Every waking moment we do not have that wish. Your entire planet is in grave danger."
"What?" The girl whispers quietly.
"We... are the last remnants of the saiyan race. An incredible powerful warrior race, quite possibly the strongest in the universe... we eat a lot, we fight a lot, and every time we almost die, we get exponentially stronger. However, there is one ability that we have that is incredibly dangerous to not only ourselves but literally everything around us. When we look up at a full moon, we change into giant monsters, our strength magnified ten times, and go into an uncontrolled rage... well... most of us, at least."
She casts a meaningful gaze my way. "It is possible for saiyans to gain control; however, it is incredibly difficult. That is why, i want to use this wish to wish for us to be able to control ourselves."
"But... I made the radar... I want my wish..." The blue haired girl sighs. "How do I even know you are telling the truth?"
"The next full moon is in nine days. I can control myself. I'll look at the moon to show you, then wait out the transformation while everyone else stays hidden. That should prove our story, right?" I question.
"I... don't want anyone else to die..." Goki whispers while looking sadly at the ground.
The blue haired woman frowns. "But... I wanted to wish for the perfect boyfriend..."
"You are physically attractive." I deadpan as I cross my arms. "You probably have numerous boys lining up to be your mate."
"Eh?! What the hell do you mean by that?!"
"Hn?" Forte hums slowly looking the girl up and down. "He's right. You're wasting a wish on something you could easily accomplish with a little effort."
"W-Well-" the girl blushes before looking away. "I-I was on the fence about either a boyfriend or a life time supply of strawberries."
"Oh. That's a much more reasonable wish." The tanned saiyan nods in approval with her eyes closed and cupping her chin with a hand. "Honestly, that wish sounds pretty nice. To have an endless supply of food."
"Anyways, you almost died." I point out. "If we weren't there you probably would have. You clearly need people to protect you, so why not take us with you? Goki's the weakest out of us and even she was enough to handle the thing harassing you."
She falls silent for a moment, looking around the camp. "Fffffine. If you are right about your transformation... I'll let you keep the wish... but... I want each of you to help me gather the dragon balls again so I can make my own wish!"
Forte nods, seeming to think that this is reasonable. "As the leader of this group, you have my word as a saiyan that we will assist you when the time comes."
"Then lets go!" The blue haired girl chirps as she turns around only to pause as she faces a large wooden wall with no doors.
"We're eating first." Forte declares as she goes back to her now burned dinosaur leg. "After that? Sure."
Pov: elsewhere.
"Oh?" A pink skinned woman mutters under her breath.
She is extremely small and petite, she wears a loosely fitting pink robe with yellow accents, buttons and a red inside. It hangs off her shoulders entirely and she would be flashing anyone she came across if it wasn't for the skin-tight shirt underneath. "This is... unnatural."
"What is, Chronoa?" A second pink skinned girl questions, they look eerily similar... as if they were twins. Their outfits are the same, just with color differences, and their hair styles are different.
The first who spoke has orange hair that goes down to her chin, the ends curling outwards slightly.
The second, has more red colored hair. They look so similar, in fact, that the second one had to tie up her hair into messy pigtails to get people to stop confusing them.
"Oh. It's just this timeline, Wairu." The first answers.
"Is it Time breakers?" Wairu questions slowly as she walks over and looks over the supreme kai of time's shoulder.
"No..." Chronoa whispers with a small head shake. "It is... strange... the timeline is drastically different, yet I can't quite see where it went wrong... it also doesn't give off the same taint as a normal time-broken timeline... it feels almost like a natural diversion... but it is FAR too different than what you can normally expect in those."
"Oh, like the Raditz turning good timeline?"
"Yes, that's the one. The thing is, most events in those timelines more or less stay the same. Goku goes to earth. Adventures ensue. Radtiz comes to earth. He either lives or dies. Vegeta and Nappa. Namek. Androids. Cell. Buu. Years pass, Goku gets shrunk, Baby, Super Seventeen, Shadow Dragons." The pinkish orange haired woman lists off. "But in this timeline... from what I have seen so far, the saiyans became aware of frieza coming to kill them, King Vegeta turned into a golden oozaru as he was resisting the death ball, there are six saiyans on earth, and Goku is a girl... Vegeta is a girl... Raditz and Nappa are girls... there are two Brolys for some reason, both girls as well, oh and don't forget Turles. He is now a she."
The other kai stares at the side of the supreme kai of time's head. "…"
"What? I'm not making this up." She eventually frowns. "I genuinely cannot predict what this timeline will hold and that is... scary..."
"But it's a natural divergent timeline, right? How is it this messed up?" Wairu asks.
"I said it was ALMOST like a natural diversion... but... there's a strange energy on this timeline. I just don't know what. Which is once more, scary as new things messing with timelines is typically a bad thing that we have to solve." Chronoa sighs
"Should we go check it out?" Wairu questions.
"…" Chronoa falls silent as she frowns at the scroll. "I- hn... I am trying to decide on if we should close this timeline like my instincts are telling me, or allow it to continue on."
"Well, if we have to delete it, we shouldn't just kill all of them! That's horrible! We should give them the option to join the time patrol!" Wairu exclaims.
"Hm. I'll think more deeply on this. Maybe get some second opinions."
Pov Returned.
My eyes crack open with a low groan, the literal pile of saiyans I find myself in is fairly uncomfortable, Goki is atop me, Forte's elbow is painfully poking into my ribs, Note is face down on Forte's other side,
Tabba is on my other side, while Viola is laid across my shins.
We are laid on the fluffy carpet of a house Bulma grew from a small capsule.
That was certainly surprising, as I had thought that their level of technology wouldn't allow them to do anything like that, hell I'm not even sure alien races has technology like that!
I sit up slowly, shifting Goki off of myself with a tired yawn.
I rub my eyes and adjust my Gi slightly, then raise my arms above my head, cracking my shoulders and neck.
A majority of the others snap awake at my movement, each of them beginning to go through their morning routine.
I glance down at my crotch as Goki clambers off of me. "Hn. Still not ready."
Forte lets out a quiet yawn as she stands up.
She grabs my collar suddenly and pulls me to my feet. "It is training time."
"Greaaaat." I sigh as I slowly follow along.
"Silence. I will not have my mate and the father of my future children being a pathetic weakling." The girl growls as she drags me towards the door.
The door opens, causing the two of us to pause as a turtle with flippers for legs looks up at us.
"Hello." It greets in a low voice. "Do you happen to have any sea water?"
"…"
"Sea... water?" Forte questions as we slowly share a glance.
We look back to the turtle as it continues. "Yes. Sea water. I was looking for mushrooms and got a little lost."
"Isn't the closest ocean literally hundreds of miles away?" I question slowly.
"Hundreds of miles from home. Not from here." Forte corrects.
She turns and walks away, grabbing a scouter from our bags and turning it on.
"The closest ocean is that direction." She points dead ahead, behind the turtle.
"Oh darn." The turtle states.
"How far?" I question the scouter wearing Saiyan Princess.
"Hn. We could make it in around three hours if we ran." The girl states. "The real question is... why should we?"
"My friend is a martial arts master. he's collected a lot during his travels. Maybe he would give you something if you help me out?" The turtle suggests.
"A martial arts master?" I question as I look to Forte.
Her scouter beeps. "He must be the surprisingly high power level I sensed... nearly five hundred."
"Woah! That's double mine!" I gasp with a bright grin. "I wonder if he'll let me fight him!"
"I wonder if I can fight him. I haven't had a decent challenge ever. The only thing that came close is when you and the other four attacked me all at once." The girl announces as she crosses her arms.
I turn to the other saiyans milling about the house. "Forte and I are going to see this really strong martial artist guy. You guys take care of Bulma."
"Awwww..." Goki pouts. "But I want to go."
"If Bulma dies, we will never be able to control Oozaru." Forte frowns with a small head shake. "This is my decree as queen of the Saiyans. You must protect her at all costs."
Forte looks to her twin sister. "Tabba you are in command while I am gone."
The girl nods slowly then turns and sits on a nearby sofa. "I will protect the blue haired girl until you return. We need that wish."
I give the girl a salute, then pick the turtle up on my back. "Come on Forte, let's go take this guy back to the Ocean!"
"We'll be back." The saiyan princess declares as we both turn and rush along the dirt pathway leading away from the capsule house.
"Ohohoho Rayne! This is going to be THE greatest day in my life so far!" Forte cackles as we run. "A chance to cut loose! To really see my limits against someone powerful!"
"Ouch." I state as I match her pace easily even with the large turtle on my back.
"I know you're weak! That's why we're working on it!" The girl calls over.
"Hn?" I hum as we come to a bridge.
A large bear stands in the center of it. "Hold it right there!"
Forte and I slow to a halt as we look up to the titanic pelted creature, one of its eyes has been rendered useless by an injury.
"Humans give me heartburn but I looove turtles." He speaks in a heavily accented voice. "Hand it over or you're dead."
I glance to Forte who is looking over the bear with her scouter. "Oh? A sixty seven? If only Goki was here. She would have loved to toy with him."
She looks over to me. "Just kill him and be done with it. We're almost at the ocean."
"Got it." I nod once as I turn to face the bear.
"Heheh I guess a little heartburn never hurt anybody... have it your way- huh?"
As he was speaking I gently put the turtle down, then in the next moment I blur forwards and slide across the ground, slamming my foot into the front of his ankle.
His leg is thrown backwards, causing the large bear to slowly fall forwards.
I roll backwards onto my feet in an instant and uppercut the bear's chin as hard as I can.
*SNAP*
His head bends slightly too far back from the force of my blow as he is quickly returned to his feet from my attack.
He falls a moment later like a puppet with his strings cut.
I look to my fist and let out a quiet sigh. "Ah well. Maybe I could fight this martial arts master after you."
"After me." She reiterates.
My stomach growls as I look over the dead bear warrior.
"Do you think we could eat this guy?"
"No." The saiyan girl states with a shake of her head. "He could speak... and wear clothes... that's a little too saiyan-like for me."
"We eat dinosaurs that can speak all the time."
"Well, they are dinosaurs and we are saiyans. Vastly different. They have no fur or hair, plus they're cold blooded. Completely different.
"So, if this guy didn't wear clothes... we could eat him?" I question idly.
"Eeeeeeh I don't know." The girl shrugs. "Let's just get to the ocean and catch some fish."
I walk over to the turtle and pick him up again. "You're... not going to eat me, right? Turtle meat tastes bad, is chewy like rubber, and is poisonous."
"Nah. You're too small." I state with a small head shake. "For us you are barely a snack, really. Besides, you are going to get your martial arts master friend to come and fight us! Us saiyans love a good fight. Even more so than good food. If you can promise us a good one, we won't hurt you."
"And what a good one it'll be." Forte smirks.
After around ten more minutes of running we come to the ocean.
"Woah..." I lowly breathe as I gaze out into the infinite expanse of water.
The black haired girl with her hair tied up behind her head grins as she stands beside me. "Damn. Now that's a view."
"My home..." The turtle whispers, its eyes seem to water as I crouch down and allow it off my back.
He crawls forwards looking over towards us.
"Thank you two... I won't forget what you did for me." The turtle sniffles.
"No problem." I state with a slight shrug as I begin stretching.
"I'll be back with master Roshi! It's been a while since he has fought anyone, so he'll probably want the exercise!" The turtle states as he crawls into the ocean and disappears.
I look over to Forte, she looks back.
"Wanna see who can catch the biggest fish?" I ask.
"I thought you'd never ask." The girl smirks.
Pov: Elsewhere.
"This new timeline. It is unnatural. It is clearly wrong. But it is unlike anything I have ever seen. This was no natural diversion. But it wasn't caused by the Time Breakers. So, I am at a loss of how to deal with it." Chronoa begins, speaking to a table of her trusted Time Patrolsmen-and women- of varying alignments.
"I fail to see how this requires so much thought. If it is an anomaly. Just erase it." A dark skinned woman scoffs, a saiyan with wild brown hair, a tail coiled around her waist. "I don't see how this is so important that you'd call us all out here just to discuss it."
The others are silent, some may not like the casual disregard of an entire timeline of life, but they know well that this has to be done.
A man, another saiyan, but this one with long spikey hair that goes past his lower back frowns slightly as he looks over to the Supreme Kai of Time. "There is something else. A reason as to why you are so hesitant on your decision."
"You would be correct, Raditz... unlike a naturally diverging timeline which we leave well enough alone... this... is too different. In such a timeline, events happen as they need to. Typically following the correct stream of time with zero alterations. Saiyans. Frieza. Cell. Buu. Baby. Shadow Dragons."
"Sometimes there may be some slight changes, yes." The kai continues. "Perhaps Cooler makes an appearance. Sometimes Bojack goes to earth instead of simply striking out into the cosmos... at times Broly will attack earth. But those little sub-scenarios do not make that much of a difference. This timeline... it is unlike anything I have ever seen. In all of my years of watching over the time scrolls."
A large reptilian-like alien with a smooth gemstone-like head sits in a chair, gazing around cautiously. "How so? What makes it so different."
"It all starts with Bardock successfully alerting Planet Vegeta that Frieza intends to kill the Saiyan race. Then it begins spiraling wildly out of control. Not only do more than just Goku get sent to earth, but King Vegeta became the first Super Saiyan in millennia. A golden great ape."
Raditz' eyebrows shoot up briefly and the saiyan woman looks intrigued.
"Oh? I always thought that kingly bastard was a load of hot air. But he stood against Frieza and became a super saiyan?! Heh! Good for him." She grins. "So. They sent a bunch of saiyans to repopulate earth, huh,interesting."
"That leads me to the next change." The pink skinned girl elaborates. "Raditz. You are a girl in this timeline."
"HAH!" The girl Saiyan cackles while pointing at the long haired saiyan sat across from her.
"It's not just him either. Vegeta. Nappa. Goku. Tarble. Turles. There's even a few new saiyans on earth. A Saiyan boy who was never supposed to be born, an elder twin sister to Tarble, and two other girls. Not to mention, there are twin girls replacing Broly. Both with his mutation, but without the maddened blood lust that comes with it. Merely a tendency to run out of control in battle. More of a berserk state."
"Interesting." The saiyan girl grins. "We don't have a Broly in the Time Patrol. I take back what I said. We still need to delete the timeline as it could destabilize the time stream, but we shouldn't let such an opportunity go to waste!"
"So, we have to waste our time corralling a bunch of feral children?" The Frost demon at the end of the table questions. "Do what you will with this timeline, I have no opinion."
The alien stands, then walks out of the room, causing a purple haired man with a sword who had been silent this entire time to speak up.
"I... believe that these children should not be punished for being born." He speaks slowly, glancing around the room towards the others who still remain. "We should gather them all... and bring them here. To Era Gaia. To live."
The girl saiyan lets out a long sigh, now more than willing to hear Chronoa out about alternate methods to deal with this timeline now that saiyans are included. "Ahhhh this is going to be a pain wrangling all these brats. Who are we all taking besides the two legendary super saiyans? I call dibs on grabbing the Broly twins."
For the first time in this meeting a namekian speaks up. "The time patrol always needs new recruits. This could also be an opportunity. Students from my class could use this as a training exercise. Their first mission for the time patrol."
Chronoa lets out a low hum as she stares down at the table. "I-… alright. But be careful. I don't know what caused this."
I let out a small laugh as I shoot a blast of Ki at Forte. She deflects it skywards with a kick as she reaches out with a hand that I duck narrowly.
"Get back here Rayne..." The girl smiles slightly menacingly. "I promise I'll only hit you a little."
We both know she could catch me very easily, but neither of us want to waste any energy before the martial artist arrives. Moreso, we don't want to have this little game of ours we are using to pass the time end too soon.
I pause. The hairs on the back of neck raising.
Forte senses my change in demeanor, sliding to a halt, on guard immediately, eyes scanning our surroundings.
I whirl around, my back pressing up against her own.
"What is it?" She questions, her fists raised.
I enter my own combat stance, cautiously gazing around. "I... I don't know... but something is wrong. Every cell in my body is screaming for me to be on guard... I smell somethingstrong around here. Stronger than you by a fair margin at that."
"What?!" She snaps. "There shouldn't be anyone on this rock who can match me! This martial master we are waiting for only reaches about half of my power!"
"I know." I mutter. "That's why it is... strange..."
"MOVE!" The girl abruptly shouts.
I dive forwards as the girl leaps upwards, blast of wind striking my back as I flip through the air.
Standing where we were a moment before is a brown haired girl with a martial artist's gi. She looks roughly our age, with her hair tied behind her head in a ponytail.
I land on the sand, sliding to a halt a short distance away.
There's a brief beat of silence as Forte lets out a snarl. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?!"
"You don't deserve to know." The girl answers with an arrogant smirk.
I fling myself out of the way as the girl blurs, narrowly avoiding a punch that would have struck me in the torso.
"Oh?" The brown haired girl hums, head turning to track me.
She lifts her forearm, blocking Forte's attack as she appears from the side and hammers a haymaker punch towards the brown haired girl's head.
Our enemy is shunted across the beach, her feet carving two long lines in the sand as she slides to a halt roughly twenty feet back. "Weak... wow you are so weak."
"WEAK?!" The saiyan princess snarls as she holds up a hand, shooting a tremendous wave of Ki at our attacker as she just simply smirks and counters with one of her own.
The attacks clash on the beach, with a shuddering boom, the contact point which had ballooned in size rapidly rushes forwards towards Forte.
Ki crackles to life in my hand as I hurl a large sphere forwards like someone would a ball, it curves, sailing through the air as it crashes into the girl on the other side of the clash with an explosion.
Her attack briefly falters long enough for Forte to fling herself out of the way, an aura of ki springs to life around her as she blasts forwards.
I follow closely behind as-
Forte's punch is caught in one hand. The arrogant girl simply smirking as she pulls the saiyan forwards gut punches her.
She catches my punch and slams both Forte and myself together, before spiking us into the floor.
I'm up in an instant, a Ki Blast exploding from my hand and engulfing the girl as she flares her aura around her, weathering the blast without even moving.
"Cant you see?" The girl huffs in amusement. "You have Zero chance."
She holds up a hand, and lets out a small shout.
A tremendous force blasts into me and sends me flying, my entire body aches, my ribs creak, the air is knocked out my lungs.
I slide to a halt as I fall to a knee, letting out a single gasp.
I look back up in time to see Forte as she is hurled into my body, sending us both rolling through the sand.
"I'm not even trying!" The girl grins as she holds out her hands to her sides. "Watch this!"
"Kaio-ken!" She shouts, causing me to freeze as a brilliant red aura surrounds her. Her presence, which was already suffocating, grows exponentially.
We had little chance to beat her before, but now? 'What the hell is that?!'
She disappears from my sight as Forte begins charging an attack.
Weakness floods my body as I fall forwards, tremendous pain trailing up my spine.
I weakly glare over my shoulder to see her smirking down at me while holding onto my tail.
She...
She knows the Saiyan weakness. Who the hell is she?!
Forte's power lowers as she whirls around, shooting out her attack. But the girl clad in a red aura just disappears again.
Luckily she does let go of my tail, though.
"Rayne... I leave it up to you." Forte frowns as the attack she shot curves up into the sky. "BURST OPEN AND MIX!"
For the first time since our attacker got here, she seems caught off guard. "W-What?"
A blinding white light tints the beach as a tremendous glowing orb rests in the sky.
My heart thuds in my chest, blood rushes through my ears as a savage grin crosses my lips.
I let out a shout as my body shudders and groans, my face elongating, my teeth sharpening into fangs.
I steadily grow larger and larger, my clothes ripping all except a pair of stretchy saiyan armor pants I had underneath my gi.
A murderous haze descends on my mind, but I quickly beat it back and glare down at the brown haired girl who stares up at me, mouth slightly agape.
I stomp down towards her but she lets out another shout, the red aura which had disappeared briefly reappearing as she speeds away.
My eyes track her as she seems to try and speed behind me.
My tail. She's going for my tail.
A blast of energy explodes from my large hand as I use it to rapidly spin my body, my other hand raised. The girl with the red aura seeming genuinely surprised at my agility as I swing downwards with my other hand, smacking our attacker into the floor with a loud puff of sand.
I open my mouth and send a tremendous beam of blue ki down towards the girl was just launched, a second shoots from the sand and collides with my own. I let out a low growl as my beam begins to get pushed back.
Forte, who stands near my feet seemingly puts her all into an attack, shooting at the girl in the sand cloud.
The resistance against my attack weakened suddenly as in an instant my attack plummets down into the ground with a huge explosion.
The brown haired girl is flung from the beach, smashing through trees and carving a trench in the earth.
All is calm for a moment. "KAIOKEN TIMES TWO!"
Until it isn't.
A red blur explodes from the treeline appearing in front of my face and smashing a punch into my elongated snout, my eyes water as I begin to fall backwards slightly.
I swat a hand forwards, but something tightly grabs my finger, and using the momentum of my swing flips me through the air and into the beach.
The red speck fires a wave of energy... not at me... but up at the artificial moon.
I can do nothing but stare as it engulfs the white sphere and detonates it.
My body begins shrinking, but before I can return to my original size, a foot smashes into the center of my chest, breaking my ribs and forcing me down deeper into the ground.
"You little weakling rat." The girl standing above me snarls. Her hair is messy, her gi lightly ripped, blood drips down from a small cut on her forehead.
She picks me up by my throat, eyes narrowed in fury as she draws back her other hand. her fist is shaking.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Forte snarls as she blurs forwards, only to get a kick in the stomach for her efforts.
The girl punches towards my face-
The attack narrowly misses because a knotted wooden staff smacks into the girl's wrist, wind whistling as it goes just past my ear.
"That is enough, don't you think?" An elderly voice begins slowly.
Standing there is a bald man with sunglasses, wearing loose shorts, sandals, and a buttoned up beach shirt. On his back is a large purple turtle shell.
"Yes. That is enough."
I roughly land in the sand as the girl releases my throat, my mind a pained haze as I just lay there, the old man who had just saved me freezes, his body stiffening. His demeanor changes as a green skinned man with pointed ears and two antennae slowly walks out of the tree line.
"King Piccolo?!" The martial artist snarls.
"No... I am not him." The green skinned alien shakes his head, my eyes begin to drift shut. I'm in more pain than I have ever been in... 'This sucks. Who the hell is this bitch?!'
With those last thoughts, my consciousness slips away.
Hey All, here with my first QQ exclusive (Because god forbid I put this on ) Dragon Ball: It's about Degeneracy!
Will I continue this? Who knows. This could very well just turn into QQ's first chapter of 'Flame's Trash'. i'm sort of undecided how i want to do this.
I hope you all enjoyed it!
As for power levels throughout the chapter here we are:
Power Levels
Goki (Kakarotta): 106
Note: 142
Viola: 133
Tabba: 212
Forte: 898
Rayne (Scallion): 228
Rayne (Oozaru): 2280
Mysterious Brown Haired Bitch: 1950/2925/3900