Pretty Fighter! 2 (Precure Xover, DBZGamer!SI!Misumi Ryouta)
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It's been two days since I got the Game, and I would love to live a life without it!
Now, perhaps I am being a bit melodramatic (or not), but anyone can see that yours truly is not suited to handle this responsibility on my own with what social life I had as a child.
I was ten, I went to elementary school, my sister and her friend (who may or may not be her life partner) were the first 'known' Precures, and I loved my free time!
All in all, my life is cooked and the only thing left for me to do was cope n' seethe n' do the job. Speaking of the job, I decided to look into the Game's other data the very next day as I woke up. After all, Stats was actually one of the many things I could access to. The next bit was about Super Attacks and it listed just Kamehameha in it. At first.
I made a terrible mistake when I interrogated the Game on how I was supposed to expand that as-
Oh! Worry not, Gamer! Here, let me show you!
Not even a moment of being awake that I was getting flung through a portal and found myself standing on a grassy field. I frowned at the sunny sky, still in the process of waking up when I noticed that I wasn't there alone and... a very familiar guy was waving at me.
"Hello!" The jovial man greeted and I felt my soul depart my body as I was looking at...
Goku.
"No way."
He blinked as I said that, and I thought for a moment it was like a virtual copy. An hologram or... something that wasn't the real deal. But then I 'sensed' him. And I felt my world rattled. I already knew Goku was a powerful being through visual deeds and admissions from other characters, but the way this felt more absolute through my personal means to feel his power was...
I was a tiny ant, he was a fucking Big Bang and a half.
"Hm? Something wrong?"
"A-A few things actually... you're the real Son Goku, right?"
He shrugged. "Yep. Why do you ask?"
"Let's just say that the... the guy that got me into this situation had me face a fake Saibaman as a warm-up."
He perked up at the familiar name. "Oh, those things that Vegeta used when he first came to Earth? I guess they make for some simple training partners. Still, I am the real Son Goku, nice to meet you..."
"M-Misumi Ryouta. Nice to meet you, Goku-san."
"Just 'Goku' is fine," He assured sheepishly. "So, Ryouta! I was told that you needed to be trained since you're facing some bad guys."
"Something like that. I... they are appearing because I ended up in a different universe."
The martial artist nodded. "I see. Well, do you have anything in particular you need help with? What can you do?"
I was still shaken by the fact that I was meeting freaking Goku, but I managed to hold myself enough for a coherent response.
"I can fly, I can throw punches and kicks, and I can use the Kamehameha."
He beamed at that last bit. "Oh, can you? Show me."
I expected him to be disappointed by the overall power behind the attack. It wasn't the mighty 'Turtle Wave' that could rock the ocean as the blue beam I produced sailed softly over the horizon.
"That was actually a well-done one. I would say that it was the best I have seen from an early student," Goku admitted truthfully and his compliments, albeit suspiciously too kind, felt very genuine to my ears. "Still, I bet you want to learn some new techniques too, right?"
I nodded and... he offered me a prize. At a price."
"You will do some basic Kame training to get yourself better situated with your power, then some meditation, and I will then teach you the Solar Flare."
Some idiots would have asked for something else, but I knew I couldn't exactly play the spoiled brat and the Solar Flare was a good addition to the arsenal considering how deadly useful it could be in most occasions. No matter how strong an opponent, if they had eyes and those could be blinded, then they would be stunned in place by a well-planned Solar Flare.
With that first training day planned, I felt coerced into going along with the hours of exercise that Goku had promised. And that's where the 'escalation unto madness' started because... I had fun. Training under Goku was fun, and I couldn't see any reason to regret actually doing this sort of stuff. It was work, yes, and I knew that it was going to take a while to get it wrapped up nicely enough.
The end results were also quite pleasant in regard to updated Stats, so it was all a win-win as far as I could see.
Ding! Stats updated!
Power Level: 1300 (Full-Power)
HP: 800/800
KP: 750/750
STR: 13
STA: 14
POW: 11
KCT: 14
By the time I left to go back home with Solar Flare as my newest 'Super Attack' the sky had darkened and my body was just begging me to go back to bed. By the time I got out of that curious dimension, I found myself back in my PJs and sitting on my bed. I blissfully lowered my head to the pillow but-
A loud bang-like noise made by Nagisa kicking the door open shook me up.
"Wake up, slowpoke. Or you'll be late for breakfast!"
And she was off... leaving me to bear alone the one thing that rendered that fun time spent with one of my childhood hero very bleak: not a single moment had passed since I went into that dimension. All those countless hours I felt on my body... time had not passed here.
It was still morning, and I have to go to school.
So yes, I got scolded a bit when I was caught struggling to keep awake. I got berated for 'reading manga' all night the previous day and yet I survived that day with a lesson well-learned from the experience: training of that sort had to wait after I was done with any taxing activity such as playing football or going to school.
Nonetheless, I was undeterred. The 'Mentor Experience' allowed me to get a grasp of what the system needed for me to 'learn' new techniques: I either learned those from those characters that could use them from Dragon Ball or I... would need to wait until I had high-enough attributes to learn those from the Special Attacks' menu.
Even then, the second option offered 'lesser versions' while the Solar Flare I learned from Goku was already at 'LVL3' and with a 'reduced price' since I 'learned it from a known user'.
I trained with Goku the next day, I still had my gains to enjoy as he prepared me to learn a new technique once I 'got to the right level', and I was sure enjoying the seemingly pleasant time of peace I was given despite my sister having already defeated her first recurring foe for good.
Ding! Stats updated!
Power Level: 2100 (Full-Power)
HP: 1150/1150
KP: 1200/1200
STR: 16
STA: 18
POW: 15
KCT: 19
I had, however, ignored a very important detail of this situation: the episode which was meant to have me around as a potential victim to highlight my sister's vicious protectiveness came along and it managed to lure me in the plot despite the lack of my personal input.
I remembered almost instantly what was meant to happen as the biology teacher left us with an assignment about exotic fishes. My plan was to google-fu my way into dodging that sort of awkward situation and get myself a half-decent research paper.
Somehow, my teacher sensed I wasn't planning to do researching the old-fashioned way, in groups, and decided to make my mother aware of this assignment 'just in case I forgot'. I pretty much listed this sensei as 'dead to me' because I had never pulled that excuse, so I knew it was hatred towards me that motivated that bitch in her 'care'.
And mom, in her immense wisdom, decided I had to go to the local Acquarium with Nagisa. Which in turns prompted her to ask Honoka to tag along. I got introduced to Honoka, I thanked her for bearing with my sister's habits, and then I got started with the painful assignment.
"So... you never gave her a reason to think you would skip the assignment?" Nagisa asked, having asked me how this happened and I told her most of the story.
"None."
"She hates you," The tomboy confirmed with a nod. "Like, really hates you."
"I can tell that, yeah."
"M-Maybe there was another reason," Honoka argued, perhaps unaccustomed with the harsh truth about 'bad teachers'. "Surely a teacher wouldn't hate a student without reasons."
"Some teachers do," Nagisa remarked quietly. "Had my share of similar situations."
"That's right, Honoka-nee. Some really had it with Nagi-nee because she likes to wear pants."
The tomboy shuddered at remembering those times. "I can't see the point of people forcing girls to wear skirts. Pants are comfy."
"Amen," I hummed. "Still, sorry for dragging you both here for... this."
"It's alright, Ryouta-kun. In fact, this can be quite the exciting opportunity to teach you both about the wonderful world that is the ocean."
If I had been Kujo Jotaro, that would have been exciting. But I wasn't. And when I think of fishes, I thought of the many ways to cook them. Well, most fishes. Mermaids were an exception as I wasn't a cannibal.
Speaking of Mermaids, Nagisa made a comment about wondering if there were Mermaids around, but Honoka refuted that and... I was so tempted to tell her she was wrong since I know one of the future Precures would be a Mermaid Princess.
Still, nothing major occurred. Until two sharks tried to get a piece of my ass by slamming against the glass and cracking at it. Actually, the earliest sign was the sight of a muscular being swimming among the fishes. I saw the bastard, Honoka and Nagisa didn't.
The funny thing was that Gekidrago, the muscular fiend, noticed I was staring right at him and... he swam quickly out of sight. It still took time to leave my sight, but the sight of such a big buff guy swimming around and trying to be stealthy (only to be noticed by a kid) had to be the most hilarious thing of the day.
Because, after that, things got very weird with the sharks smashing through the glass, Nagisa carrying me around with supernatural strength as she was in hyper-protective Oneesan and she got me to a safe spot to 'hide away' from the scary monsters.
I was ten, she was fourteen- it felt silly that she thought of me as a toddler in that regard. Still, I didn't say anything weird as they left and... yet I wasn't spared from the situation. Oh no, what I thought would have been an easy 'stay hidden and you will be fine' sort of adventure changed the moment I saw a familiar window appear in front of me.
Gamer! It's time for your first mission!
Please don't.
Sorry! But this is your job! Now, your job is to kill the boss and rescue your first companion!
I didn't get the chance to think or rebuke what was happening that I was pulled through a portal. And I landed on a grassy field... with a large crater in the middle of it. A crater made by a Saiyan Spaceship.
"L-Let me go-lulu!"
"Shut up, you pink rat! I was told I would be alone here, but I guess you're one of those trying to stop me from... hm?"
I approached the two and I saw Raditz holding what looked to be... a little mascot. It was pink, looked like Mipple (Honoka's Mascot) but tinier, younger. Was her name Lulun? Still, Raditz noticed me and grinned my way.
"Or maybe you are, aren't you... Mr. Power Level 2100?"
The way he said that confidently acted as a warning from my first view into his PL and...
Darkness-Boosted
Raditz
PL: 2400
Well shit.
AN
Time to catch a Mascot! And Kill a Radish!
STATS
Name: Misumi Ryouta
Age: 10
Race: Saiyan
Power Level: 10 (Normal); 2100 (Full-Power)
HP: 1150/1150
KP: 1200/1200
BP: 100/100
STR: 16
STA: 18
POW: 15
KCT: 19