As One splits you off, you turn to Porunga, hanging overhead. "Great Porunga, why do you live within the Dragon Balls?" you ask, watching out of the corner of your eye as One sinks to the ground and enters yet another vision. You wince. You're probably going to have a headache later from all these.
"AS I SAID, MY REASONS ARE MY OWN," grumbles Porunga.
'No, I too would like to know,' says Dazarel, peering out from behind One. After a second to verify that it's safe, he steps out and faces Porunga. 'Why lessen yourself like this?'
Porunga's gaze flashes. "YOU HAVE POWER, LITTLE ONE, BUT PRECIOUS LITTLE WISDOM, IF YOU CAN SEE ONLY MY TEMPORAL WEAKNESS."
Dazarel bares his teeth. 'Perhaps then you can enlighten me.'
Porunga snorts. "YOU ARE IMPUDENT. WITH THE ABILITIES I HAVE AS A WISHING DRAGON, I AM SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER CREATURE. THAT MY ACTIONS ARE CONSTRAINED DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY ARE MEANINGLESS. ON MY ACTIONS TURNS THE FATE OF CIVILIZATIONS. I HOLD DOMINION OVER THE DREAMS OF THE NAMEKIANS. I AM SOMETHING BEYOND THE TYPICAL BEING, AND IN MY ASSESSMENT OF TYPICAL BEINGS, I INCLUDE YOU, DAZAREL."
Your dragon companion snarls. 'I am no ordinary being.'
"FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, YOU ARE AS LIMITED AS THOSE YOU DISDAIN."
Dazarel half-lunges forward. "I could not be killed by a single shot from a mere planetary despot who could not even secure one planet!"
Porunga's eyes narrow. "I AM NOT SHENRON...BUT YES. THAT IS CORRECT; YOU COULD NOT BE. YOU COULD INSTEAD BE BOUND INTO THE FORM OF AN INFANT BY A BEING AS FAR ABOVE YOU AS YOU ARE ABOVE INSECTS. I DO NOT FIND ONE MORE IMPRESSIVE THAN THE OTHER. DEFEAT IS DEFEAT."
You sigh to yourself. This could be going better.
As the two dragons continue sniping at one another, you see One stirring. She winces, holding her forehead.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"What's it look like?" she grouses, pinching at her head. "Headache. Recursive visions are horrible. Now I'm seeing myself sitting here waiting for a vision, now I'm seeing a second of what happens if I leave and talk to Bassoon, now I'm seeing myself waiting really intently for a vision. Gah." She opens her eyes. "I don't wanna know how long Future Us had to train in order to have that kind of recursion set up for us."
You sigh. "So, nothing?"
"Not that we could use," she growls, standing up. "Right, hang on a second."
And then you merge.
You blink, reintegrating memories for a second, and then shake your head. Yeah, nothing at all.
You look at Dazarel. "Hey. Hey, Dazarel."
He cuts off mid-sentence and looks over his shoulder at you. 'Yes?'
"We're heading out," you say.
He nods and turns to you, hopping up onto your shoulders.
Porunga's eyes, high up above, narrow. "YOU DO NOT INTEND TO FREE ME?"
You shiver at the menace in his tone. "I intend to talk to Bassoon and get his help in clearing out this trap," you say. "The Dragon Clan can help to clean this up better than I can just by blasting."
Porunga grumbles. "I DO NOT ENJOY THIS DELAY...BUT VERY WELL. I WILL AWAIT YOUR RETURN, SCION."
You nod. "I will be back."
He nods. "SEE THAT YOU ARE."
You push down the twinge of indignation you get at the imperative, reminding yourself that you don't actually want to get into an argument with the Dragon of Dreams. You then turn and blast off into the sky before heeling over.
'What do you intend?' asks Dazarel.
"Blasting out," you reply. "I'm a psychic and a super saiyan. I really doubt that this trap is meant to hold me."
You hear Dazarel sighing and huddling in on himself in preparation. You laugh. Then, in a burst of golden light, you transform and surge off towards the horizon. As you go, you reform the lightning shield around your mind, focusing on an internal thread of I am me, I am untouchable, you cannot touch me. You fly, the ground blurring past beneath you. You hurtle across the landscape at such excessive speed that you swiftly notice that this plain is flat; that there is no planet here, that you could fly in a straight line forever and never need to course correct.
You fly so quickly that you find the edge. For a moment, the surroundings strain, your eyes watering as space warps and twists.
And in the next moment, the trap fails utterly, and you pass into the world beyond.