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So I was rereading my old Dragon Ball manga when I was hit with a really persistent thought and just had to work it out. Honestly, with all these other, much better, omakes and such being posted right now, I'm both intimidated and hesitant to actually post this, but I've been working on this for far too long and it is pretty much finished, so what the heck...

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In our combat obsessed saiyan society, there are many different disciplines or "styles" that a prospective student of the martial arts might learn. We have styles named after our revered ancestors, styles named after their friends and allies, and even styles named after our race's greatest enemies. By and large, the choice of styles is much like a person's dress sense, a personal choice of equally valid options for each person to decide on their own which to pursue.

But some styles are more equal than others, and use of some styles brings derision and shame from your fellow saiyans.

The first is Freeza Style. An inexorably lethal style, it's only use is that of assassination, murder or wanton destruction. From the get-go, this style teaches its students how to kill and destroy, and as they learn more they only become more lethal. As such it clashes heavily with our current saiyan sensibilities, our views of honorable combat and fair play. No one expects to enter a tournament to fight to the death, (the Cell Games of history not withstanding) but a Freeza stylist can not attempt to fight with anything less than lethal force, as the whole style teaches them to go for the kill as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, due to both its extreme efficiency and the edgy nature it projects, enough misguided saiyan youths learn it each generation to be able to pass it on to the next generation, ensuring that it won't die out. But not for no reason does our society as a whole shun those who do decide to learn it, much like Tenshinhan shunned the assassin's teaching of Master Shen to create his own Crane Style of honorable combat.

The second shunned style is Satan Style... if you can even call it a style. What Satan "Style" is, in fact, is nothing more than a saiyan giving grave insult to their opponent by declaring that they are not worth expending the effort to attempt to fight correctly. This "style," as the story goes, was created by two drunk saiyans in a back room bar who were jokingly saying that it was a "real shame that Hercule Satan didn't get his own style while they were passing out styles to the ancestors." As far as a fighting style goes, it is much like the man it was named after: unwieldy, useless, and build around a massive amount of buffoonery. It eschews ki use entirely, wastes way too much time showboating, and focuses entirely on single hit punches and kicks.

Once again, to the misfortune of our entire race, this style too refuses to die out. After its tragic creation, the word about the style spread to the rest of our race. At first, our people were intrigued. This seemed like it might have some merit, if as a handicap in fighting a weaker opponent if nothing else. But as we soon learned, its multitude of disadvantages make it entirely useless as a fighting style. And that might have been the end of it, had we not realized that as a style it did literally everything wrong, and thus could be used to teach children what not to do in a fight. Thus the style lived on in our education system, and some fool in every generation thinks that he's going to be the one to "make it work." Thus the discipline still exists as a "style", and anyone who follows it is (quite rightfully) derided as a buffoon.

The third style, unlike the other two, is looked down upon solely because of our cultural baggage as saiyans. As a style it contains no contingencies for close-range combat and places major focus on supporting others rather than your own combat skills. I am, of course, talking about the oft-overlooked Chiaotzu Style... the style I practice.

Now, as many of you know, Chiaotzu was quickly outclassed by many of his fellow Z Fighters. He never really developed a close-range fighting style that allowed him to hold his own or disengage from close quarters combat, preferring to use his natural psychic talents to support others from the rear. While he did close in on occasion, the most notable being his sacrifice against the brute Nappa, he for the most part preferred to keep at range in all situations. So when the decision was made to create a style to honor the oft-overlooked Z Fighter, the creators of the style created one that played to his strengths. And while it has changed some from its origins, the style still holds to the strategy of fighting at range exclusively... something our society has a hard time accepting.

As a Chiaotzu stylist, I was often looked down upon for eschewing close quarter combat. I mean, after all, as a saiyan shouldn't I have been all about punching people in the face? And the fact that Chiaotzu style was developed for the user to primarily help and support others during combat instead of entering it themselves often made others look at me like I was insane.

Yet even now, after everything, I still believe that I made the right choice. While I may love to fight as much as any other saiyan, I know that teamwork is the great equalizer in a world where our power levels are restrained by cultural expectation. And hey, I'm not one of those crazies who wants to do away with the law... I fully agree with keeping our people from all going super saiyan.

Chiaotzu style, for all it's apparent disadvantages, does have advantages of its own. Its focus on cooperation and assisting others makes its users indispensable in any sort of team fight. A telekinetic hold can mean the difference between being punched in the face and punching your enemy in the face, after all. Furthermore, as the style developed the increased focus on ki transfer allowed its users teammates to fight longer and harder, eventually cementing itself as an indispensable part of the style. And finally, its constant training of ki telekinesis to mimic the power of Chiaotzu's psychic telekinetic power makes its users some of the finest telekinesis users on the planet.

No matter its advantages though, in one on one combat, which is what our society thrived upon during my time, it falls short of practically any other serious style, as once the opponent closes in to hand-to-hand range, the fight is all but over. Thus, it draws scorn.

And I was resigned to the scorn of others, secretly taking pride in knowing that one day my skills in support would one day come in handy. I just never expected it to come as it did, with the bitch wife of Lord Vegeta attempting to take over our entire society. Planetary-scale magical disaster indeed. Her face was a planetary-scale magical disaster.

But I digress...


Excerpt from Tales of a Support Fighter – My Life as a Chiaotzu Stylist By: Leeka Stauber

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Chiaotzu Style

Oft looked down upon by saiyans in favor of its more flashy and close-range counterparts, Chiaotzu style is a highly technical long-ranged style with incredible potential when paired with teamwork. Like Tenshinhan Style, it has its base in the assassination style taught by Master Shen, the Crane Hermit. Also much like Tenshinhan Style, Chiaotzu Style has much evolved from its assassin-based beginnings.

Focused around the use of flight, ki blasts and telekinesis to lock down an opponent's movements and keep a fight at long range. Furthermore, practitioners will use telekinesis to alter terrain and keep opponents off balance. Even physical attacks will be used in hit and run attacks that are immediately followed through by retreating to range again. Rather than devise ways to fight at close range, practitioners will use telekinesis and the solar flare technique to keep any fight at range if at all possible.

While this style is barely serviceable as a solo style, its reliance on keeping an enemy at range making it less useful than other styles that have options for hand to hand combat, it shines incredibly well in team fights. Its superior use of telekinesis to create many openings for teammates to exploit enables it to work as a force multiplier for allies, and its use of ki transfer allows teammates to return to the fight when others might have to give up. Likewise, in team fights a practitioner can use their teammates as protection to keep from being forced into close quarters combat, shoring up a critical flaw in the style. When not supporting allies the stylist will attempt to strike when the opponents aren't paying attention, with fast accurate ki techniques, usually the Dodonpa skill.

Involved Techniques: Flight, Telekinesis (Signature), Solar Flare, Dodonpa, Ki Transfer, Team Fighting
Penalized Techniques: Hand-to-Hand [All] (Crippling)
Hm...I'm not sure where I'm pegging this on the canonicity scale, so for the moment, Compliant, and the bonus going to Style formation. I'll think it over some more.
 
There's always the Popo style. It just wins, and no one who has seen it in action can recall what happened.

They just feel a cold shiver at the base of their spine any time they try.

I believe Dandeer used Popo style as a basis for her memory-censoring spell. Popo was intrigued, and allowed this.
 
We got more Willpower bonus. In this case, I believe our base Willpower (which has yet to reach the typical level of an adult saiyan) increased from 9 to 13.

Gore was commenting on how that meant the summed scores were wrong.
'tis correct. I also just finished updating the rest of the sheet. New Defeat, a complete update to Relationships in general, a note in Abilities regarding the fact that you're now locked as a shade, and a note in Inventory about how that works with shade-dom. I have also reworked your To-Do List based on various things I've seen the thread chatting over.
 
'tis correct. I also just finished updating the rest of the sheet. New Defeat, a complete update to Relationships in general, a note in Abilities regarding the fact that you're now locked as a shade, and a note in Inventory about how that works with shade-dom. I have also reworked your To-Do List based on various things I've seen the thread chatting over.
Does Dazarel qualify as being part of our inventory?:p
 
Should we still have 'Develop the Genki Dama' as a training goal? It's not exactly lost any longer.

Also, given that Sensei previously called the Shade experience 'Great training for normal Sight', are we going to be constantly training our Sight as a Shade? While I'm sure it would reach a cap at some point (where we can't learn anything new Sight-related without dedicated effort) it'd be nice to get the Sight ranking up to 3 or 4 'free' while we work on the other priorities.

Also, @PoptartProdigy - an important question for an omake I am writing, which Kakara should know out-of-hand: can shades interact with the physical world? I'm sure we can use our (reduced) ki to use telekenisis, but can we pick up a pencil? Smell a flower? Feel the heat of the Sun on our backs?

Or do we exist mostly as a ghost, only able to interact with the material world through vision, talking with those who can detect us (Seers/Sorcerers/Rando aliens), and via ki?

Can we throw ki blasts as a shade? Could Kakara's shade (if she had no morals) throw a kamehameha at a random planet and blow it up?
 
Should we still have 'Develop the Genki Dama' as a training goal? It's not exactly lost any longer.

Also, given that Sensei previously called the Shade experience 'Great training for normal Sight', are we going to be constantly training our Sight as a Shade? While I'm sure it would reach a cap at some point (where we can't learn anything new Sight-related without dedicated effort) it'd be nice to get the Sight ranking up to 3 or 4 'free' while we work on the other priorities.

Also, @PoptartProdigy - an important question for an omake I am writing, which Kakara should know out-of-hand: can shades interact with the physical world? I'm sure we can use our (reduced) ki to use telekenisis, but can we pick up a pencil? Smell a flower? Feel the heat of the Sun on our backs?

Or do we exist mostly as a ghost, only able to interact with the material world through vision, talking with those who can detect us (Seers/Sorcerers/Rando aliens), and via ki?

Can we throw ki blasts as a shade? Could Kakara's shade (if she had no morals) throw a kamehameha at a random planet and blow it up?
At this stage, you're improving the Genki Dama, thus why it's there.

To an extent, yes, you will passively train Sight as a shade. That said, it would benefit you to improve it on your own.

You cannot affect the material world.
@PoptartProdigy
I'm guessing the reason we can't see combat precog is because Kakara doesn't realise its there?
Indeed, although it will become apparent soon-ish.
 
You cannot affect the material world.
This gonna sound super creepy...but we need to find a meat body to possess.

Hopefully a willing one.

mmm, I wonder if Ginyu's possession maybe linked to projection in someway. Not the same, but a derivative specialised version of it.

Indeed, although it will become apparent soon-ish.
So irritating when you randomly see yourself picking up the salt shaker/punching your asshole dragon in the face.

@PoptartProdigy
If Kakara is calm enough to check what's Darzel's projection's power level?

1/20th of his chibi body's (I'm not actually sure what that was to begin with, only that it was very low?)

I must say I do find it nicely ironic that he betrayed us, only to end up with even less power at Kakara's mercy again having used up the very small amounts of good will he already had.
 
Non-Canon Omake: The Lonely Lookout
An Omake, entitled "The Lonely Lookout"



gone

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You accelerate for a timeless eternity, light bending around you (through you? within you?) in a way words don't really convey.

You stop. The entire galaxy lays spread before you, stars hanging in the black. They don't twinkle as they always have at home, and you realize there's no air in the way.

"Kais on high," you say to yourself, "Where am I?"

You pause, studying the stars. You know, deep down in your bones (however far away those must be by now) that your home must be near one of those pinpricks of light, but you couldn't hope to guess which one.

As you watch the stars with unblinking eyes, you feel a tiny presence. You rotate to look for it, idly noting the nearby star.

Your keen eyes pick out a bright, moving object in roughly the same orbit as you are. It is coming closer, at a crawl.

Your Sight brought your shade here for a reason, you decide, and that looks like the most likely one. Locking onto the faint signatures you can detect - they feel like plants - you bring your fingers to your head.

vip

The sky is blue overhead, with the star shining through it cheerily. You find yourself someplace you never thought you would see. Pillars rise on either side of you, and flagstones are smooth beneath your immaterial feet. A row of oddly-shaped trees juts out from either side of the area you have appeared in, and a grand palace rises a short way away.

No one who was raised knowing your legends could fail to recognize this place, but to actually be here is impossible.

"Kami's Lookout," you whisper.

"It was. Then it was Dende's. Now it is waiting." The calm voice fills the air around you, making you leap into the air in surprise. Turning, you see the speaker.

He looks exactly as the legends say. His eyes are white circles contained within a completely ebony face, and they stare unblinkingly at you. Atop his head sits a turban. That turban, in addition to his flowing pants, is the only bit of clothing the being wears.

"Are...are you Mr. Popo?" you ask, awed. Then you pause. The texts you've read portray him very differently. In most of them, Mr. Popo was portrayed as a friendly, helpful person. He was eager, willing, and able to help the Ancestors. In the rest...

"I am." Mr. Popo wanders slightly to the side, bending forward to water a flower.

Well, he hasn't berated me, swallowed my soul, or laughed yet. Maybe I'm in luck. You decide to press forward.

"You said the Lookout is waiting. Waiting for what?"

Mr. Popo doesn't even pause as he answers your question. "This Lookout is the home of the Guardian of Earth. It's waiting for the next Guardian."

You eye the sky, knowing the emptiness beyond the blue. "That...might take a while. Earth was blown up over 500 years ago."

"Yeah, those maggots are taking their sweet time this time. I'd expected them to gather the Dragon Balls within a year or two." Mr. Popo's voice is nonchalant as he walks the rows of trees, stopping occasionally to water a plant.

"Have you been alone all this time?"
you ask. Then you catch sight of a skeleton, distinctly non-human, scattered across the steps Mr. Popo is approaching.

"Oh my no. I've had visitors over the years. Most of them have made quite the mess." He idly kicks the misshapen skull as he walks, sending it clattering to the bottom of the stairs. "Some of them were looters, some were travelers, and one group even wanted me to train them."

Mr Popo's hand reaches out, one chubby digit pointing at your arm. "By the way, are you going to eat that?"

You glance down at Dazarel's shade, neck clenched in your fist so tightly that he can't speak. His eyes are wide with apparent fear, and he is futilely struggling to escape your iron grip.

"No. But soon he's going to be telling me a lot of what he knows."

"Pity."

"But...can you tell me where I can find Dragon Balls? Or help me in any way? It's sorta urgent, you see my planet is home to,"
you start speaking, only to be cut off.

"Don't care, don't wanna know." Mr. Popo says dismissively. "But if you clean up the mess that last guy left, I'll answer your question about Dragon Balls." He points at the skeleton, aged bones shining white in the sunlight.

You try, though you know it's futile. But you can no more touch the bones with hands or ki than you can breate the air or feel the wind. Finally, Darazel's incessant clawing at your arm begins to annoy you.

"What do you want?"
you hiss at him, loosening your fist slightly.

"Get us out of here,"
he gasps, "The void-eater known neither mercy nor pity, and is rapidly growing bored!"

Y
ou glance up in sudden panic, seeing Mr. Popo's bright, soulless eyes staring right at you. His thick, red lips twitch upwards into a smile. "He's right you know."

The centuries of isolation don't seem to have done Mr. Popo's temperment any good. His eyes follow you, his head motionless, as you launch into the false sky. You pass through it into the soundless, airless void, but you are certain those eyes are still following you.

As you reach for your Sight, asking it to take you instead to New Friends, you swear you hear his demonic voice echoing in your ears.

He says, "Goodbye...for now," and you unconsciously shudder.
 
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@PoptartProdigy
If Kakara is calm enough to check what's Darzel's projection's power level?

1/20th of his chibi body's (I'm not actually sure what that was to begin with, only that it was very low?)

I must say I do find it nicely ironic that he betrayed us, only to end up with even less power at Kakara's mercy again having used up the very small amounts of good will he already had.
Wait for the update. :p
An Omake, entitled "The Lonely Lookout"



gone

***​

You accelerate for a timeless eternity, light bending around you (through you? within you?) in a way words don't really convey.

You stop. The entire galaxy lays spread before you, stars hanging in the black. They don't twinkle as they always have at home, and you realize there's no air in the way.

"Kais on high," you say to yourself, "Where am I?"

You pause, studying the stars. You know, deep down in your bones (however far away those must be by now) that your home must be near one of those pinpricks of light, but you couldn't hope to guess which one.

As you watch the stars with unblinking eyes, you feel a tiny presence. You rotate to look for it, idly noting the nearby star.

Your keen eyes pick out a bright, moving object in roughly the same orbit as you are. It is coming closer, at a crawl.

Your Sight brought your shade here for a reason, you decide, and that looks like the most likely one. Locking onto the faint signatures you can detect - they feel like plants - you bring your fingers to your head.

vip

The sky is blue overhead, with the star shining through it cheerily. You find yourself someplace you never thought you would see. Pillars rise on either side of you, and flagstones are smooth beneath your immaterial feet. A row of oddly-shaped trees juts out from either side of the area you have appeared in, and a grand palace rises a short way away.

No one who was raised knowing your legends could fail to recognize this place, but to actually be here is impossible.

"Kami's Lookout," you whisper.

"It was. Then it was Dende's. Now it is waiting." The calm voice fills the air around you, making you leap into the air in surprise. Turning, you see the speaker.

He looks exactly as the legends say. His eyes are white circles contained within a completely ebony face, and they stare unblinkingly at you. Atop his head sits a turban. That turban, in addition to his flowing pants, is the only bit of clothing the being wears.

"Are...are you Mr. Popo?" you ask, awed. Then you pause. The texts you've read portray him very differently. In most of them, Mr. Popo was portrayed as a friendly, helpful person. He was eager, willing, and able to help the Ancestors. In the rest...

"I am." Mr. Popo wanders slightly to the side, bending forward to water a flower.

Well, he hasn't berated me, swallowed my soul, or laughed yet. Maybe I'm in luck. You decide to press forward.

"You said the Lookout is waiting. Waiting for what?"

Mr. Popo doesn't even pause as he answers your question. "This Lookout is the home of the Guardian of Earth. It's waiting for the next Guardian."

You eye the sky, knowing the emptiness beyond the blue. "That...might take a while. Earth was blown up over 500 years ago."

"Yeah, those maggots are taking their sweet time this time. I'd expected them to gather the Dragon Balls within a year or two." Mr. Popo's voice is nonchalant as he walks the rows of trees, stopping occasionally to water a plant.

"Have you been alone all this time?"
you ask. Then you catch sight of a skeleton, distinctly non-human, scattered across the steps Mr. Popo is approaching.

"Oh my no. I've had visitors over the years. Most of them have made quite the mess." He idly kicks the misshapen skull as he walks, sending it clattering to the bottom of the stairs. "Some of them were looters, some were travelers, and one group even wanted me to train them."

Mr Popo's hand reaches out, one chubby digit pointing at your arm. "By the way, are you going to eat that?"

You glance down at Dazarel's shade, neck clenched in your fist so tightly that he can't speak. His eyes are wide with apparent fear, and he is futilely struggling to escape your iron grip.

"No. But soon he's going to be telling me a lot of what he knows."

"Pity."

"But...can you tell me where I can find Dragon Balls? Or help me in any way? It's sorta urgent, you see my planet is home to,"
you start speaking, only to be cut off.

"Don't care, don't wanna know." Mr. Popo says dismissively. "But if you clean up the mess that last guy left, I'll answer your question about Dragon Balls." He points at the skeleton, aged bones shining white in the sunlight.

You try, though you know it's futile. But you can no more touch the bones with hands or ki than you can breate the air or feel the wind. Finally, Darazel's incessant clawing at your arm begins to annoy you.

"What do you want?"
you hiss at him, loosening your fist slightly.

"Get us out of here,"
he gasps, "The void-eater known neither mercy nor pity, and is rapidly growing bored!"

Y
ou glance up in sudden panic, seeing Mr. Popo's bright, soulless eyes staring right at you. His thick, red lips twitch upwards into a smile. "He's right you know."

The centuries of isolation don't seem to have done Mr. Popo's temperment any good. His eyes follow you, his head motionless, as you launch into the false sky. You pass through it into the soundless, airless void, but you are certain those eyes are still following you.

As you reach for your Sight, asking it to take you instead to New Friends, you swear you hear his demonic voice echoing in your ears.

He says, "Goodbye...for now," and you unconsciously shudder.
Non-canon, bonus to searching for Earth relics.
 
Damn, I was hoping for a 'Compliant'. But I guess it was too much to hope that the Lookout actually survived the destruction of Earth.
 
Well, no comment there, and if the Lookout was blown up, it'd only get you down to, "Compliant." You used Abridged!Popo.

I did, to a point. I'm sure that a few centuries of nothing but loneliness and (occasional) attacks from outside could lead even Canon!Popo to become sorta deranged. But yeah, Abridged!Popo was my definite interpretation.

As an aside, do you remember the post you made discussing how Abridged stuff got mingled with Canon for the quest? IIRC, it was one of the first generation of Garenhuld!Saiyans, who wrote an alternative Holy Text, but I can't find the post you made on that topic right now.
 
Wait for the update. :p
I'm sorry...just curiosity!

I also really want to rub it in his smug idiotic face, that he's down to like 1/20th of 1 PL.

Bugger I thought of another question and know I have forgotten it.

WAIT I GOT IT!

@PoptartProdigy
To clarify when Kakara is messaging people, she says she messages every Sayain she knows or cares about, but how many is that exactly? Obviously her family, Fren etc. but is she messaging her entire people en mass as well or just people we'd know in our relations tab?

Damn, I was hoping for a 'Compliant'. But I guess it was too much to hope that the Lookout actually survived the destruction of Earth.
I'm not sure the lookout is the issue, the issue is that you used abridged Popo...while I can see canon popo going a bit nuts after isolation...
 
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