Don't Own Dbz, Only The Oc.
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"Speech through phones and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."
"Powerful Creatures Speaking"
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)
"So let me get this straight... she refuses to comply unless she's in my presence." I deadpan, eyes straying to the blue woman sat nearby my eyes then flick to Chronoa. "And she is here to make sure that Towa doesn't do anything to me while she is here."
"That's right." Wairu smiles, ignoring the glaring Chronoa and the smug Towa standing just behind her.
"You do realize I don't really spend much time... inside, right? I'm doing some fairly intensive training right now."
"I have noticed you've gotten stronger... it's only been a couple of days since I saw you fight in the tournament. Just what sort of training have you been doing?"
"Pushing Oozaru to its breaking point... People look at super saiyan four as if it's merely ten times stronger than super saiyan three... that's true, but really they should be saying it's eighty times stronger than super saiyan one... because that's what the multiplier of Oozaru is pushed towards when you ascend to super saiyan four."
"It- it surpasses super saiyan?!" Wairu asks.
"Yep... when you start to push an eighty times multiplier the fur turns red... in fact there might be a 'brown fur' variant of super saiyan four that's weaker than the standard super saiyan four state. But there's no real reason to seek that out I suppose... even if it could reasonably ease people into super saiyan four."
"But enough about that. Would you care to stay for dinner?" I ask Wairu, causing her to give me a surprised blink, her gaze slowly strays towards Chronoa, an slightly mischievous smile appearing on her lips. "I would love to!"
"You know, ramen's kind of hard to make from scratch, buuut I figured it out." I note as I sit numerous large steaming bowls down on the table, one much larger than the others. More so a wok than a real bowl. "One second, let me get the dumplings."
I sit the pan on the table with a smile, my gaze briefly straying across the large table.
The corners of my mouth turn downwards slightly as I spy the demon woman.
Ah.
Her.
Gonna be honest, not sure what to think about her.
Sure. She's kind of attractive, but... yeah she's totally fucking crazy... why is she even doing all of this?
I let out a small sigh, closing my eyes as I reach out and grab one of the steamed dumplings with two thin beams of ki from my index and middle finger... like chopsticks.
"Have you gotten any better at controlling your Ki, Scallion?" Chronoa asks with a small smile.
"My normal Ki, yes, but the other kind is just... so wispy. I've learned how to drag out how long it takes for me to run out, but it still dissipates rapidly." I admit with a small shrug.
"If... you have time, after we finish eating, I could try and walk you through harnessing your divine ki." Chronoa suggests quietly.
"That sounds fun." I reply, a smile appearing on her lips.
"Wow... this is good." Wairu quietly whispers to herself as she gazes down at the noodles.
"It appears my love is also skilled in the kitchen." Towa sighs wistfully.
"Stop that." I deadpan. "None of this 'my love' junk. You are genuinely making me feel uncomfortable. I don't even know what to think of you. But, frankly, I'm kinda leaning towards dislike. Stop being weird or you can get the fuck out. I'm willing to put up with you for Chronoa and the Time Patrol's sake but don't push your luck."
The blue woman pauses noodles in mouth.
She finishes her bite, briefly dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "Hm. I see. Very well. I will just be forced to show you how much better I am than Chronoa!"
"Whatever." I scoff, gazing down at my own food, mentally noting Chronoa's pointed glare at the demoness.
Well... this is awkward.
I stand across from Chronoa as she gazes out across the large mountain. "So... this is where you got all of that ore?"
"Yeah." I nod once.
"It's crazy that you've got an entire personal pocket dimension... that is- I don't even know where to begin with that!"
Wairu and Towa are stood nearby. The prior because she REALLY wanted to see what I could do, being the first Saiyan to ever control God Ki- making me absolutely Positive that Dragon Ball Super hasn't happened yet- and the later because she can't be trusted to be alone.
Super's going to be a headache when it happens.
"Soooo, I'll probably need a gravity belt of some sort. Think Bulma will give me one if I trade her ore? I'm not really strong enough to be on the time patrol's pay roll yet, but I could still make a living my trading the metals here."
"Oh, sure." Chronoa nods twice. "She was asking about you as well."
"But we can discuss that later. here's what I want you to do... attack me. But only use your God Ki. I want to see what you can do." The girl smiles brightly.
"A-Alright?" I blink as I quickly take a few bounding leaps backwards like I'm on the moon.
I take a deep breath, arms coming to my sides.
"HAAAH!" A white aura explodes to life around me as I look to my hands.
This...
Doesn't feel right.
Oh? Could that work?
My muscles deflate slightly, my body becoming slimmer, the white aura pools and is washed away by a blast of crimson. Red and orange light streams off my body as my hair turns a deep red.
An Achievement has been unlocked:
Become a Saiyan God: +400
Huh...
That's a little bit less than what I got for super saiyan four...
Maybe it's because of how easy this is in comparison? Just grab five friends and boom. Saiyan god.
Chronoa and Wairu look absolutely shell-shocked, their eyes wide.
Would you like to confirm Purchase of 'Most Holy Order of the Socket Wrench'?
'yes.'
350 Points Remaining.
Let's roll another Gacha...
Parasyte (Worth: 500)
An extraterrestrial species that burrows into a host, replacing their heads with their highly morphic body after consuming the brain. All matured parasites have the ability to morph into many different sizes and shapes and can become elastic or harden into a substance stronger than steel. Even seemingly untransformed parasite parts are incredibly strong, capable of crushing bones or breaking metal. They can transform their faces and other physical characteristics like hair or even mimic artificial objects. A parasite that did not consume a brain can still mimic a human face quite closely if necessary, though it would be unable to actually control a host body.
'NO! NO NO NO RE ROLL THAT SHIT!'
ARTIFICER (Worth: 200)
Any monkey with a wrench can look up the technical manual and do a repair. Well, maybe not any monkey, but you're certainly a cut above the rest. Any technology you come across that you understand the principles behind can be drastically improved. Either simplifying it to make it easier to fabricate or improving its durability or power output. Weapons, turrets, tools and vehicles can all be improved beyond their base specs.
The ability is purchased.
Meh, I would have done so as well. Let's do one final roll.
Fury (Worth: 300)
A reptilian demonic species. The Fury's species have mutated over time to achieve greater speed to hunt down prey, many generations have passed in order to reach the level of the Fury. It's also able to spawn a blade out of its arm without injuring itself, using it to damage its targets.
Meh. Lock it in. Better this than me re-rolling and getting something like 'Saiyan Death Plague' or something. Maybe I could train it to be a decent fight? It'd help to have a sparring partner and being worth 'three hundred' is actually quite impressive.
It's roughly a third of being a literal demigod.
"Scallion!" Chronoa calls out.
"Huh?" I blink.
"How do you feel?" She asks. "You were spacing out."
"Oh... I was just thinking about how compliant my energy is acting right now... normally I'd run out of power after using god ki for like five minutes... but now? I feel like I could keep this up for ten. Maybe even fifteen if I don't really do anything strenuous."
"The red hair..." The Chronoa's sister begins in the distance, a gasp leaving her lips. "Is- Is this some form of Super Saiyan God?!"
"No! None of that!" I point directly at her. "This is Saiyan God. A base form. You will NOT refer to it as 'Super Saiyan God' because of how utterly ridiculous you're going to sound when I eventually manage to put super saiyan on top of this. Being all 'oh, that's Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan.' I'm saving everyone's time."
"That... evolved super saiyan four state... that was achieved using your god Ki, Right?" Chronoa theorizes. "The sheer power you held... in that moment... you probably could have even fought on par with Goku while he was at least a super saiyan three... maybe even four if you pushed it. So was that some sort of... 'super saiyan god four' or something?"
"Well, this state is nothing compared to that." I admit. "But still... this is useful."
"I'd say." Chronoa hums as she looks me up and down, cupping her chin. "You've surpassed the standard super saiyan four by around five times. Nothing compared to whatever you did... but it's far more stable... interesting."
"Well, come on! We're wasting time! Let's see what you've got!" Chronoa smiles brightly, gesturing for me to attack her.
I drop down into a stance, hands raised a deep breath fills my lungs as my eyes narrow.
With a sudden burst of speed I lunge forwards, leaping slightly and spinning around with a roundhouse kick... which Chronoa bends backwards to avoid.
I continue past, landing on the ground with a small spin, my feet sliding across the grassy terrain. Using my rotation I turn, shooting a red orb of ki at Chronoa as she begins to face me.
She holds out a hand, the orb abruptly halting with a loud 'TICK'
I lunge forwards, narrowly avoiding my own attack as she flicks it and seeming un-pauses it.
A flurry of punches are launched at the small women, all of which she weaves between at high speeds.
My power surges higher as I tap into my adrenaline boost.
Her dodges become closer and closer, with a final push she crosses her arms in front of her chest.
She is blasted backwards, eyes widening slightly.
"HAAAH!" I roar as I shove my hand forwards, a crimson wave of energy rushing forwards at high speeds.
I bring my other hand to my head before I can feel Chronoa move, two fingers pressing against my temple.
With a shrill squeak I disappear, reappearing in front of Chronoa as she sidesteps the beam.
Her eyes widen slightly at the move.
She narrowly ducks the swipe of my hand, her hand slamming into my chin, launching me upwards.
I flip back, shooting a barrage of Ki blasts at the kai which she deflects relatively easily.
'lets see here... the one thing that seemed to mildly surprise would be instant transmission... oh right. God Ki. She likely hasn't had people abuse it on her aside from other Kais due to their lack of ability to lock onto her... I should really help her get used to it then... heheheh.'
I disappear, reappear, this disappear again, avoiding a strike from Chronoa.
I kick the back of her knee, not really doing a lot of damage despite the sheer force I put into it, merely buckling it slightly.
But considering she immediately just started flying the second she lost any form of balance I really did nothing.
But I did land a- OH SHIT-
Her small fist crashes into my hastily crossed arms as I am carried across the demiplane, my forearms ache, my feet carving trenches in the earth as I continue to slide backwards.
She outclasses me several times even as I am now.
Welp.
Time to reach into ye olden bag of tricks.
Let's test the waters.
"Times Two-"
I blast forwards only to trip, rag dolling briefly, a small gout of blood escaping my lips as I roughly collapse.
Adrenaline Boost probably saved me there.
A golden light explodes off me as I remain there on the ground on my hands and knees.
I breathe heavily for a moment then stand up.
"DAMN IT! SCALLION YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Chronoa strikes me in the back of the head.
"OW! FUCK!" I curse, cradling my skull.
She put quite a lot into that.
I touch a glowing hand to the back of my head, a small frown on my lips.
"You should know that using Kaioken when you're not in complete control of your energy is a DEATH SENTENCE! And with this much power you're lucky you didn't DETONATE! I swear if I have to gather the dragon balls just to revive you after you KILL YOURSELF with your recklessness I'm going to be PISSED!" The girl snarls.
"R-Right... sorry. Sorry." I wince.
"We're done." The girl sighs. "I can feel your energy waning... I know roughly where you stand now, at least... with that last RECKLESS zenkai you've made it to about a quarter of my current power."
"S-Seriously?"
"Oh. I'm split over numerous multiforms." She explains. "But still. It just shows how utterly potent this 'saiyan god' form of yours is. You need to learn how to control it! To master it!"
I drop from the form, falling into a seated position. "Well, I've got a general idea how to progress with that. Fighting you gave me some ideas... also... you've never really faced someone using Instant Transmission to fight you, right?"
"Well... not many can sense the Ki of a Kai." She mutters.
"Yeah... I noticed how it surprised you... you should honestly fix that... you never know when you might fight someone who can sense your energy to instant transmission."
I look to Wairu and Towa in the distance. "Ready to leave?"
"Mhm. Oh. Shouldn't we grab some of that metal first?"
"Oh right, I'll go to the mine really fast."
You know... it's a little weird to think that Chronoa and her genuine opposite slept in the same house last night.
I sit on the couch, a screen being projected in front of me by the scouter sat nearby.
An advancement made by Capsule Corp... a miniature hard-light projector-scouter mix.
It no longer scan power levels- thankfully as it likely would have long since exploded- but what it does allow me to do is scan the internet.
Chronoa stumbles down the stairs, her hair is slightly messy.
She lets out a small squeak as she sees me looking at her, then disappears with a pop.
That was... adorable.
I go back to reading as a second figure walks down the stairs. Tired, but... looking quite good.
I drag my eyes away from her form as she yawns.
Chronoa reappears with a flash, her hair fixed and her dress straightened. "S-Soooo, Scallion... what are you doing this morning?"
"Researching." I admit causing the Kai to blink and the Demon to snap her head over to look at me.
"A-And intellectual saiyan?!" The demoness gasps.
"Why?" Chronoa mutters.
"Oh... I figured out something interesting recently... let's call it a... special ability of mine."
"Special ability." The pink girl repeats.
I turn to look at her, eyes briefly straying past her to Towa- who has the top few buttons of her shirt undone and isn't wearing a bra- before returning to the shorter girl.
"Yeah. I've noticed that things I make are just... better... ten times. Instantly. I carve a stick into a point? That spear tip is now as hard as steel and can poke through thin sheet metal. I make a chair, it's by far one of the most comfy things you'll ever sit on."
"You make food..." Towa whispers. "And it surpasses Chi-Chi's cooking..."
"That- wh-" Chronoa sputters.
"What are you looking at, then?" Towa asks, walking over and taking a seat beside me, looking at the research paper with intrigue.
"Saibamen?!" She seems surprised, a bright grin on her face.
"You seem... strangely happy about that."
"Oh! I LOVED to work on Saibamen! We used them for our time breaking shinnanigans. Decent enough disposable shock troops. The main issue was their overall strength... though I'm unsure if the time breakers still use them after so much time has passed."
"They do." I nod once. "There were a few dozen at Rosemary Town when we got attacked."
"Oh? And how strong were they now?"
"Eh... like... I don't know... one hundred and fifty thousand, maybe?"
"One hundred and-" the woman pauses. "Wait... were they cloaked in this sort of purple aura? Did their eyes glow?"
"Uh... yeah?"
"ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND?!" The woman snarls. "THAT'S IT?! EVEN WITH EVIL ENHANCEMENT?!"
She seems genuinely infuriated and... I'm a little curious.
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" I ask.
She lets out a puff of air, a low growl leaving her lips. "Evil enhancement is a spell that we use to vastly improve the power of those in the various timelines. It also syphons the ki- or Kiri- generated in battle... think of it like... a spirit bomb. a spirit bomb that we forcefully collect from ambient battle and time energy left in the wake of our meddling."
"We collect this kiri for our various purposes. The demon realm has vast amounts technology powered by Kiri. In addition, demons can harness this energy to grow stronger quickly. It's a benefit of our race that allows us to tangle with the likes of you saiyans."
"Before I created Mira, I was focused on something smaller. Simpler. Something that I could replicate greatly. Saibamen... Imitemen in particular."
There's a wistful smile on her lips. "Thinking back on it... that might have been one of the last times I have had... fun... doing my research."
She shakes her head. "Regardless, my research bore fruit, an Imiteman with a power level of eighty thousand... nearly eight times the original maximum for the species. There was no waste in its production, just optimization of its growth and the tiniest smidge of magic. An inconsequential amount. A mere wave of your hand as you'd walk past it in its gestation pod."
"You could empower thousands of them this way without even slightly putting a damper on your magical reserves." She continues, her eyebrow twitching. "But it seems like they put all of that research in the garbage... because the lowest power boost for Evil Enhancement to work is four times... but from what you're describing you fought either a stage two or stage three, which multiply their powers by eight and sixteen times respectively."
She slumps on the couch, gazing up at the ceiling. "I can't believe my years worth of effort was ignored... I was supposed to be the Time Breaker's top scientist. What the hell happened?"
"Isn't there other ways you could have enhanced the Saibamen?" I ask. "Like... I don't know, teaching them Kaioken? The Fusion Dance perhaps?"
"Nope. Too stupid." The demon shakes her head. "Anything more than a simple ki blast would go right over their heads."
Her eyes widen. "But... if everything you make is ten times better... and if you were to create an Imiteman seed... that's a base power of anywhere from eighty thousand to one hundred and ten thousand..."
She lets out a low groan, clutching her head. "That's SOOOO unfair!"
"Saibamen are plants, right? Haven't you ever thought of like... splicing them with a fruit from the tree of might or something? Maybe a sensu bean? Maybe some other... super powerful plant? I know the tree of might like... saps an entire planet of its energy to grow, maybe a Saibaman would do something similar? But instead of growing fruit it just uses all that strength to empower itself?"
Towa opens her mouth... then closer her mouth... then takes a breath, opening her mouth again only to close it a moment later.
Frankly, she looks like a fish gasping in air.
She lets out another weak moan, sounding embarrassed. "Why didn't I think of that?"
I let out a small snort at the general pathetic-ness of the demon beside me.
I turn to look at Chronoa who is... pouting.
She is actually pouting.
She's jealous that Towa is being spoken to. That's adorable.
"So... I'll make some breakfast." I announce as I stand up. "Then... uh... I don't know. I was planning on trying to push Oozaru some more."
I sit in a darkened room, Chronoa at my side as a large screen in front of us displays a romance movie.
Not what I'd personally pick- and I didn't, Chronoa did, but eh, when you can do literally anything an action movie can without breaking a sweat they become a little more mundane.
We are finally having our first real date.
I find my eyes slowly stray to the side of her head- in her human form as the supreme kai of time herself walking around with some random saiyan would draw unwanted attention- the corners of my mouth slowly turn upwards.
I drag my eyes away from her, looking back to the movie.
There are others in the theatre, but it's relatively small as far as theatres go.
We've been living together for almost an entire month now. Chronoa, Towa, and I... then Wairu drops by sometimes as well purely to tease her sister a little bit.
But when Chronoa snapped that we are actually dating it seemed to surprise her. The look of shock on her face was kind of funny.
She then took me aside and gave me the classic 'If you break her heart I'll break your body' talk.
That was...
Interesting.
She should have been smart enough to not do that to a 'might makes right, lover of fiery women' race but... I resisted temptations.
I stiffen as Chronoa's fingers interlock with my own. She shyly looks away, causing my smile to grow.
I wrap an arm around her, pulling her close, causing the woman to let out a small squeak of surprise.
The credits begin to roll, the lights turning on, brightening the dark room.
"So... did you like it?" Chronoa questions quietly.
"It was good." I smile. "But honestly? I could have fun watching paint dry if it was beside you~"
"Wh- Puh- bwuh-" she sputters, her face a deep crimson.
She looks away squirming for a moment as we walk out of the theatre.
I pull out my scouter briefly checking the time.
"Ah. Crap. I should go and meet with the Yardratians again... shall I... 'walk' you home?" I question, bringing a hand to my forehead and offering the girl my hand.
She takes it. "You may."
With a shrill squeak we are teleported to the other side of the city. Reappearing right outside our front door.
"So. I'll be back in about four hours, then I'll cook dinner."
The door swings open as another Chronoa appears, she looks pissed. "You!"
She steps forwards places her hands on my Chronoa's shoulders... then disappears.
Chronoa seems to blink slightly, then a smile crosses her lips.
Watching her fight her own multiform for who got to go on our date was an... experience.
I mean, it makes sense. One of them gets to do something they really want; the other is stuck at home watching a time-space criminal.
"See you later!" I wave.
"B-Bye Scallion." She waves as with another flash I am teleported to the exit of Conton City, a portal leading back to Era Gaia.
Aww How cute! their first date!