Taylor happens to have inherited Saiyan blood from a distant ancestor. Escalation happens for non-shard reasons.
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Chapter 1: A Modern Day Saiyan! The 21st Century Girl Powers Up Near Death?!
Taylor's Gotta Power
Prologue
Prologue
A long time ago....
A boy with a tail fell from the stars in his space pod. His story had happened in many timelines, and it had happened in this one too. The boy's race still sent boys like him to destroy worlds. An accident still damaged his brain, making him lose the mental orders that would have led him to destroy the planet one village at a time, in the way expected for babies of the Saiyan race. He still became a hero.
But in this timeline, men were still living in caves. Fire and the wheel were the height of advanced technology. On this Earth with neither Capsules nor dinosaurs, the boy grew up, living his life until his death from heart disease. Elsewhere in the galaxy, the Saiyan race was destroyed, leaving the last inheritors of planet Vegeta to be the descendants of this one boy. And though his powers persisted in his line beyond what would be expected by Mendelian inheritance, eventually even they became so diluted that the warrior race was no more.
One human or another would inherit one trait or another from this distant Saiyan ancestor, but that would be impossible to notice, except perhaps in the fifth decimal place on some laboratory test. The odds were billions to one that all those traits could by chance come together in a single person. Billions to one against another Saiyan ever existing on this Earth.
Chapter 1: A Modern Day Saiyan! The 21st Century Girl Powers Up Near Death?!
January 3, 2011
I struggled against the inner wall of the locker. There was no room to truly stand, but whenever I stopped exerting myself to stay halfway upright, I would slide down into the used tampons, pads, random bug-infested food items of last week, and other waste filling the bottom half of the locker. The smell would assault me when I fell, and I would struggle to stand until my strength faltered and I would be plunged into the mess of waste again. Repeat over and over for hours until I folded up, collapsing into the waste. I had vomited until I could only produce dry heaves, which slightly diluted the blood in the mess but added to the smell.
I still had hope of rescue and my spirits rose when I head voices. Then I realized that I could make out, just barely, Sophia's familiar mocking voice, faint and incomprehensible like adults in those old Charlie Brown cartoons. She said something that I couldn't make out and there were the sounds of metal against metal. Then the voices faded, amidst the laughter of several girls as they departed the area.
It began to get hotter and hotter. My locker was on the end of the row right next to a big pipe and a heater and I could feel the temperature rising. She must have returned just long enough to turn up the heat and let the poor design of the old Winslow High buildings work to make my confinement as uncomfortable as possible. More time passed and my whole body moistened, then dripped with sweat. It must have been over a hundred degrees in there.
But it was more than just uncomfortable. I had vomited and had nothing to drink. How long was I going to be in here? I could succumb to heatstroke and dehydration in the middle of the winter. Delirium overtook me. I imagined the funeral service: Emma reciting a eulogy that ended by reciting a list of flaws that ended by accusing me of not coping with the death of my mother. Madison spitting on my grave, Sophia flashing an "I win" smile at the school staff, who gave her an A. Random facts flitting through my head as I finally lost consciousness. The world population was over 6 billion. King Kunuiakea of Hawaii ruled in 1810. Justin Beiber changed the spelling of his name when a distant cousin who happened to be a villain cape had made the name "Bieber" infamous....
I woke up under a bright light. I was clean and mostly free from odors, there was a cold wet cloth on my head, and I was lying down in an obvious hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown. There was a needle in my arm connected by a clear plastic tube to a bag of fluid on a stand beside the bed. As I opened my eyes, my Dad, standing nearby, said "Taylor...?"
"Dad, I need some water," I said.
"Of course. The doctor will get you what you need."
I shortly had a glass of water handed to me. I gulped it down as Dad continued to speak, hours of worry compressed into a few minutes of talking. "I can't believe this. You nearly died. Are you okay? How are you feeling? There was some problem putting the IV in--is your arm okay? Can you move? Can you remember things? Can you see clearly?"
I lifted my head and looked around the room. I lifted myself up to a sitting position. On the other side of the room was a diagram of the human body, on the wall above a small table with some magazines on it. The cover showed the Triumvirate, smiling at the camera. "It's okay, Dad. I can move, I remember you. My vision is fine, I can see the eye chart right above..."
As I realized what was wrong, Dad said "Taylor?"
"Get me my glasses, Dad."
"Oh. Of course." They were on a chair arm next to the bed. I began to stand up to get them but Dad picked them up and placed them on my head, brushing against my long curly black hair. My vision blurred for a second and cleared up. Puzzled, I removed the glasses and my vision blurred for a second once more, then cleared up. It was as if I could focus more than I could before, enough to see perfectly without the glasses, but also enough to compensate for the glasses when I was wearing them.
I pulled the needle out of my arm, wincing, and really looked around me. I could hear a radio in the next room, playing mostly static and nearly covered up the murmurings of a delirious patient who kept calling for a nonexistent chef. A mosquito flew at my neck and I slapped it with my bare hand into the sheets, then wiped my hand off in disgust. My senses and my reaction time had massively improved. I felt strong, powerful. I had been cowering in fear any more, but I didn't want to. I was angry at my betrayal, first by Emma, then by the class, then by the teachers and principal.
The feeling didn't last, but perhaps I was a little less timid than before. "Dad?" I said, faintly puzzled.
"You're not okay?" he said, worry in his voice.
"No, I am. I just... just don't want to talk about it now."
"Can you tell me who put you in that locker?"
"I really don't want to talk about it now."
"If something's been happening that you can't talk about, if someone has been threatening you...."
"I don't want to talk about it now, Dad."
"All right, kiddo. But we really should talk more. Maybe tomorrow? I worry about you, especially when something like this happens."
January 5, 2011
They kept me in the hospital for another day for observation. The doctors warned me that heatstroke is extremely serious and could have long lasting effects, but they had to admit that as far as all tests could show, nothing was wrong with me, even if it did take six tries to get an IV into my arm.
When I finally got home and got a chance for some privacy, I had a choice to make. I looked between my computer and my bed. I chose the bed, knowing that if my guess was wrong, I'd be embarrassed by my silly idea. Or I would be, if Emma had still been my friend, if there was someone by my side to even be embarrassed to.
I picked up a leg of the bed with one hand. It lifted. Describing it as light wouldn't have been right. It was more as if the bed still weighed what it did before, but the weight just didn't mean what it would have meant to me on January 2. I balanced the bed in the air with one hand as if I was balancing a couple of heavy schoolbooks, until the leg began to creak and bend under the weight. I quickly put it down. Judging from the way that felt, I was around twenty times as strong as a normal person. I had become a cape, no embarrassment required.
The computer was so old that it was still running Windows XP, but it was enough for me to access the web. It was surprisingly hard to find out information about capes. The moderators on PHO kept deleting the information and everything I could find consisted of rumors. There were supposedly things called "trigger events," where extreme emotional stress could trigger superpowers. I read about the "conflict drive"--the Internet disputed whether it even existed, but I was pretty certain I had felt it. I read about the classification of powers by threat level, about the unwritten rules (which were, in fact, sometimes written down; just not written well), about everything I could. I learned that Capes tended to have powers related to their trigger event. I suppose I had wanted to be strong, so I had ended up strong. I could have had the ability to control bugs or tampons or give people heatstroke.
I spent the rest of the day experimenting with my powers. I tried in vain to make laser beams come out of my eyes, to control plants, to build Tinker devices in, so to speak, a cave with a box of scraps. I could not squeeze pencil lead into diamonds. But I found myself grinning when I was able to float up into the air. I seemed to have lucked into what was called an Alexandria package. Of course, Alexandria could fly around the Earth in six minutes and lift rocks the size of buildings, and I could fly at almost the speed of a car on a sidestreet and toss around large rocks as if they were small rocks. Still, it was a start. Maybe if I trained at it I could get better.
I was also able to sense life energy. There was no such thing as life energy, as far as I knew, but powers were strange that way. I seemed to have more of this life energy than anyone else, and I could recognize distinctions in life energy as if I was recognizing faces instead. It was so rare a power that I couldn't find a single reference on a cape fansite. The closest concept I could find was an eastern mystical idea called "ki" or "chi".
Almost all capes fought other capes. That was where the conflict drive came in. But it wasn't forcing me anywhere. I did find the idea of fighting more attractive, and I felt like I should be prouder of myself, but then, I liked chocolate ice cream too. My "ice cream drive" didn't keep me from staying thin as a rail.
Actually, I was getting hungry, which was appropriate since it was about time for dinner. We had spaghetti and meatballs; I had only had hospital food recently, and ended up eating two portions.
"How are you doing?" asked Dad. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"
I was ready to say "no," but I realized I needed to stand up for myself just a little more. I was a cape and I wasn't going to stay cringing. "I... Yes, Dad. It all started a year and a half ago. I never told you about this, but Emma hates me. The girls who put me in that locker were Emma, Madison Clements, and Sophia Hess...."
AN: No, I'm not going to include everything from Dragonball. For one thing, many things could break the setting. Consider the implications of the existence of an afterlife, or having normal humans be able to produce attacks that destroy planets. Dragonballs themselves are too iconic to leave out, but I'll think of something.
Threadmarks will come when I get more chapters out.
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Chapter 2: In Brockton Bay, First Flights
Chapter 2: In Brockton Bay, First Flights
Dad listened as I poured out all my heartache of the past two years to him. I could guess what was coming next. "All of that, and you wouldn't let me do anything?"
"It wasn't about that, Dad," I said. "It's not that I didn't want you to help. It's that... well, I was afraid and I didn't know how you could help anyway. And if you did help, you might... escalate it and I didn't want that, either. And I didn't want you telling Emma's dad about it. I can just see how that would go."
"That's silly," said Dad. "They escalated against you. All you did was...." I guessed that he was going to say I did nothing, not even to help myself, and then thought better of it. "I can talk to the school. I can do something. The school will pay, even if we have to sue them. But you have to let me know. Will you promise to talk about things like this?"
"Dad, do you know how hard it was for me to even tell you about this? I didn't get the courage to do it until... until after the locker."
"Will you?"
"All right, Dad. Could you... could you tell me anything you're going to do before you do it, though? Please?"
"Okay, kiddo. We can get you through this," he said, in a mixture of hope, anger, and despair. I nodded.
I told Dad I was going out for a walk. That was, in its way, true. There were rumors of a cape named Parian with a costume shop on the Boardwalk, but after walking the entire length I resolved not to believe everything I read on the Internet. I eventually stopped at a Goodwill store far from the Boardwalk but seven blocks from my home and using my meager savings, picked out enough items to form a makeshift costume.
I started with a motorcycle helmet. The visor would conceal my face at the cost of adding a blue tint to everything. I could also bunch up my long hair under it. It looked cute with a heart drawn on the forehead. I added a purple long-sleeved shirt and pants, some white boots and gloves from a two month old Halloween costume, and a blue dress. Finding the cape was, to my surprise, the hardest part. I didn't feel like getting my cape caught in a door or grabbed in the middle of a fight, so I needed something that was sturdy enough to hold up, but weak enough that my enhanced strength could ignore it if someone tried to wrap me in it. If that ever became necessary, and I had to tear the cape like paper, I would probably go without one from then on unless something wonderful happened to my budget.
I may have been slightly overdressed, but it was Brockton Bay in January and I needed to be fully covered for the weather. I didn't feel invulnerable to the cold and didn't want to test that.
I had forgotten, of course, to find a place to put my regular clothes. Even carrying my pocketbook could reveal my secret identity. Finally I returned home, picked up two shopping bags, said "Bye" to Dad again, and headed to the Boardwalk. In places it was six or more feet above the beach, and there was enough space underneath it that I could get changed when nobody was looking. As Taylor my costume would go in shopping bag A, with B folded up. As a cape anything I left behind would go in shopping bag B, with A folded up. I would have to wear the costume over most of my clothes unless I wanted to die of exposure just a few days after almost dying of heatstroke, but my jacket, shoes, and pocketbook (minus ID and cash) would stay here.
I flew up and down the Boardwalk, then out to sea and back. I looked around for heavy things to lift and half a mile south was a long pile of broken metal fragments, stretching out to sea, that were once part of the freight ships that powered the economy of this area. I picked one up and tossed it. It must have weighed a hundred pounds. One twice the size I managed to heft and toss, but only a few feet. If I was Alexandria, I was the cut-rate version. None of my Internet searches had told me how capes train themselves to improve their powers. I practiced for an hour and a half with the heaviest pieces of metal that I could throw, then arranged them on the sand. I was sure they would still be there the next time I tried.
By now, a small crowd of nine people had gathered on the Boardwalk to watch the antics of the new Brockton Bay cape. I flew down and waved as I landed. A boy of about eight years old gaped at me.
"Hello," I said, trying to disguise my voice. "Did I surprise you?"
"Oh.. no, no, Mr. Cape! I see capes all the time!"
His mother whispered in his ear, easily audible to my enhanced senses, "It's Ms. Cape. She has a heart on her forehead."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Cape."
"And you don't see capes all the time either," said his mother.
"Do you know Alexandria?" asked the boy.
"Only by reputation," I replied.
"Are you a good guy? Can I take your picture?" he asked. "Mom," he said in an aside, "if she's a good guy, can I take her picture?"
I sighed. I really didn't feel like it. But I knew it was one of the hazards of being a cape. If I didn't let anyone take my picture, sooner or later some newspaper reporter with a telephoto lens would do it for me. "Okay," I said.
"What's your name?" asked the boy.
"It's... oh, I don't know. I'm new at being a cape. How about, uh, Imperatrix? No, make it Imperator. Uh..." I faced the kid's mother. "I don't have a phone," I told her. "Could you do me a really big favor?"
She nodded.
"Could you look up the name Imperator and find out if anyone's using it? Please? It's the Cape Names website, located at, I think one of the right hand links on the Parahumans Online website.
The woman, urged on by her eager son, didn't seem to be a PHO user. She did a web search for "Cape Names" and managed not to pick any of the similarly-named fake websites. She confirmed that the name was unused, so as soon as news spread--and I'm sure it would--I would have a cape name. I let the woman and another man take a total of five pictures before I decided to go.
"I haven't had lunch yet," I said. "I need to get about my business."
"Wait," said an older woman. "Since you're a cape, can you do anything about squirrels? They're eating up my garden."
I shook my head. One of the other women walked in a semicircle so she was facing away from the children in the group, and said in a low voice "There are ladies of the evening on my street corner. Can you get rid of them?"
I shook my head again. I had done at least some thinking and I wasn't about to use cape powers to stop victimless crimes.
By the time the boy was asking me to make his teachers give out less homework, I had flown off into the city streets. Well, I had a costume, name, and a publicity problem. I probably should stop a crime at some point. Honestly, conflict drive or not, I needed to plan this, because I didn't feel like getting one hit KO'ed by Lung or Kaiser or God knows how many other A-class parahumans were out there who could seriously mess me up.
I headed for Taco Bell and bought two burritos and a Pepsi. Everyone was staring at me and I wondered if I had violated some sort of cape etiquette rule. The visor on my helmet, fortunately, did not extend so low as to keep me from eating, which a mask would have done.
To make things short, I didn't find any crime to stop. It was probably unlikely that I would find much during the daytime anyway. I didn't run... fly into any other capes either. I did see someone in the sky flying about two miles away, but by the time I got there they were gone. In fact, since I had jaywalked at least once and it was probably not legal to change clothes under the Boardwalk, I had increased the crime rate in Brockton Bay by a miniscule amount. I returned home, had dinner with Dad without really talking much, and went to my room to check PHO.
Someone from that crowd had reported a new parahuman named Imperator and written a whole two paragraphs, so that much was as I had expected. The kid's mother and the other person who also took my picture didn't seem to be PHO users, or at least hadn't tried to upload any pictures. Better yet, the text was reasonably accurate. The description of the costume was correct, they had my gender correct and could spell "Imperator", and the powers described were ones I had actually demonstrated. The comments were another story; my cape was not alive, I did not have the ability to stretch to six feet in height, and I certainly was not the love child of Alexandria, or Glory Girl and Alexandria by way of Blasto. I suppose the latter was karma for writing that Legend/Eidolon slash last year.
But I was just playing, anyway. Flying, tossing around chunks of metal, and being a minor source of public interest released some tension, but tomorrow I would have to return to school, and the trio would still be there to cause me misery. I'd still need to handle it, and despite Dad's angry promises, I didn't know how.
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Somewhat interesting.
I liked dragonball, and DBZ was good enough for a teenager to ocassionally watch despite the omgzpowerlevelzhaxx derp thing that took over the plot.
You established a good enough unicorn that it belongs in the garden naturally and you can even use the premise to give ancient warlords extra oomph and explain so e old chi masters spreading their teachings. I'd even allow a slighly higher baseline/outliers for humanity in general. (See DC human vs normal human.)
Not bad. Usually DBZ anything spells 'meh'
You'll probably have complaints about 'oh yet another locker incident', do ignore those. What Taylor does now is what Counts
Watched.
I liked dragonball, and DBZ was good enough for a teenager to ocassionally watch despite the omgzpowerlevelzhaxx derp thing that took over the plot.
You established a good enough unicorn that it belongs in the garden naturally and you can even use the premise to give ancient warlords extra oomph and explain so e old chi masters spreading their teachings. I'd even allow a slighly higher baseline/outliers for humanity in general. (See DC human vs normal human.)
Not bad. Usually DBZ anything spells 'meh'
You'll probably have complaints about 'oh yet another locker incident', do ignore those. What Taylor does now is what Counts
Watched.
The Magician
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Seriously Taylor? SERIOUSLY?!?
globalwarmth
ruining the weather.
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Not her worst either, there is some jack slash in leather pants in her repertoire.
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She could still be a man. You don't know.
It looks alright. I have questions but I can wait until you explain stuff.
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Ooooooohhh!!! Pretty!
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Almost none of the later generation Saiyan/human hybrids in the series had tails; only Gohan.
And yes, if this gets far enough, Taylor will go Super Saiyan. But it'll take a while. And the weird powers that were only used 2 or 3 times in the entire group of series can sometimes be more interesting.
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It was always assumed that Bulma and Chi-Chi had them surgically removed to prevent any Oozaru transformations.
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Babies can be born with tails, it is not exactly common, but hardly unknown. While in the real world they more resemble rat tails than that of a monkey's, the surgical procedure to remove them is relatively simple. I suspect something similar may occur in this universe too.
Taylor could have been born with one and simply never know.
Taylor could have been born with one and simply never know.
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please keep in mind that power-levels are often vastly underestimated in DBZ fanfiction.
at a power level of around 10, Goku shrugged off point-blank gunshot wounds like they were nothing - he barely flinched. after some training with roshi, he could move faster than lightning. during a tournament, roshi blew up the moon and later on, so did piccolo. (these are power-level feats near the 100-500 mark).
fast forward to late saiyan saga, Goku and Vegeta do this (with a power level near 20,000):
this is set way before any of the real bullshit starts...
(this Gif is >>>planet busting, and Frieza's max power is 6000 times as strong...
Frieza is an early game boss by DBZ standards.)
also consider that the Super Saiyan transformation requires massive power levels in order to even sustain SSJ; in the 100,000 power levels at least (pretty sure that was quoted from the show - possibly even low-balling it, even). considering that you can bust planets with a PL of < 500 and shrug off bullets with single digit PL's.... yyeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh...
that's gonna be hard to justify - her being <<<<<<<<<<every other cape before SSJ transformation. :/
basically, most brutes up to and including alexandria are at most PL=100 and that's being generous.
(don't get me wrong, this can totally work as a good story premise, you just have to keep the PL's realistic and give her Hax levels of power before her SSJ transformation. maybe multiple Zenkai's whilst fighting Zion? i dunno, but keep the crossover realistic.)
at a power level of around 10, Goku shrugged off point-blank gunshot wounds like they were nothing - he barely flinched. after some training with roshi, he could move faster than lightning. during a tournament, roshi blew up the moon and later on, so did piccolo. (these are power-level feats near the 100-500 mark).
fast forward to late saiyan saga, Goku and Vegeta do this (with a power level near 20,000):
this is set way before any of the real bullshit starts...
(this Gif is >>>planet busting, and Frieza's max power is 6000 times as strong...
Frieza is an early game boss by DBZ standards.)
also consider that the Super Saiyan transformation requires massive power levels in order to even sustain SSJ; in the 100,000 power levels at least (pretty sure that was quoted from the show - possibly even low-balling it, even). considering that you can bust planets with a PL of < 500 and shrug off bullets with single digit PL's.... yyeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh...
that's gonna be hard to justify - her being <<<<<<<<<<every other cape before SSJ transformation. :/
basically, most brutes up to and including alexandria are at most PL=100 and that's being generous.
(don't get me wrong, this can totally work as a good story premise, you just have to keep the PL's realistic and give her Hax levels of power before her SSJ transformation. maybe multiple Zenkai's whilst fighting Zion? i dunno, but keep the crossover realistic.
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That's true unless they remove it at the roots
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While I agree with most of what you said I do have one correction: Goku couldn't move faster than lightning until after he trained will Popo and Kami (and even then, that might have been hyperbole, so maybe even later. It would definitely be pre-SSJ though, so your point still stands). The rest seems legit though. Anything that needs to be measured on the DBZ power level scale is guaranteed to be bullshit and a half.
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Looks interesting. You should put in some thread marks to keep track of the chapters.
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you are absolutely right (i remembered wrong) - this doesn't matter though; what is important is that even at ludicrously tiny pl's, Db characters simply outclass their worm/brute counterparts by several orders of magnitude.
in fanfics, you see 10,000+ pl characters struggling to keep up with merely hyper-sonic fighters, but that simply isn't the case in cannon DBZ.
consider this; if at a pl of 10, Goku can take what damage the average brute considers impressive and dish out an extreme amount of raw power and speed to boot, how effective would he be at twice that strength/speed? what about 10x that strength/speed? very quickly, you reach a point where the triumvirate can't even touch him in terms of raw physical abilities/damage output, and that is before he he becomes capable of wrecking planets with his ki blasts - barely 200 pl is needed for planet busting - when you take that into account, i find it hard to believe that saiyans can struggle at all in such settings after a few solid Zenkai boosts.
excluding obscure power interactions (Siberian's invulnerability/other hyper-effective no-sell powers) worm is populated mostly by a bunch of low level (around 50-100pl) untrained bruisers, who simply can't keep up in terms of sheer power ramp. only the endbringers should give significant pause, and even then, its mostly because of their insane durability.
by the time a character reaches a pl of 100-300, all opposition should have been left in the dust and continuing from that point, the insane strength far surpasses anyone not light-speed fast. only Zion would be a threat by then and that's mostly because of his exotic shard abilities. add to that the potential for even further power increases (1000, then 100,000, then 1,000,000 - it can get ridiculous even before the added modifiers of multiple SSJ transformations)
power ramp must be glacially slow compared to normal DBZ ramp, otherwise most conflict will be solved within the first few weeks due to overpowered speed/strength/laser-beams (even at super low pl's such as 50-100, KI blasts vastly outclass legend's lasers for damage output and barring her shard induced invulnerabilities, all of Alexandria's abilities are low tier in comparison).
good luck on your story @arromdee, i hope that you are able to balance this properly, as i'm interested to see where you take this
. not only does your introduction and explanation about gene dilution make sense, you have paved the groundwork for many impressive conflics for taylor to struggle through. i look forward to seeing what you produce.honestly, in my opinion, your best bet would probably be to have her fight powerful shard abilities which aren't no-sold by insane speed/durability. or maybe you could have a tinker note that her diluted saiyan genes are reducing her power level growth, thereby reducing the power ramp?
either way, have fun!
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Hey man, no need to try to convince me. I already said I agreed.you are absolutely right (i remembered wrong) - this doesn't matter though; what is important is that even at ludicrously tiny pl's, Db characters simply outclass their worm/brute counterparts by several orders of magnitude.
in fanfics, you see 10,000+ pl characters struggling to keep up with merely hyper-sonic fighters, but that simply isn't the case in cannon DBZ.
consider this; if at a pl of 10, Goku can take what damage the average brute considers impressive and dish out an extreme amount of raw power and speed to boot, how effective would he be at twice that strength/speed? what about 10x that strength/speed? very quickly, you reach a point where the triumvirate can't even touch him in terms of raw physical abilities/damage output, and that is before he he becomes capable of wrecking planets with his ki blasts - barely 200 pl is needed for planet busting - when you take that into account, i find it hard to believe that saiyans can struggle at all in such settings after a few solid Zenkai boosts.
excluding obscure power interactions (Siberian's invulnerability/other hyper-effective no-sell powers) worm is populated mostly by a bunch of low level (around 50-100pl) untrained bruisers, who simply can't keep up in terms of sheer power ramp. only the endbringers should give significant pause, and even then, its mostly because of their insane durability.
by the time a character reaches a pl of 100-300, all opposition should have been left in the dust and continuing from that point, the insane strength far surpasses anyone not light-speed fast. only Zion would be a threat by then and that's mostly because of his exotic shard abilities. add to that the potential for even further power increases (1000, then 100,000, then 1,000,000 - it can get ridiculous even before the added modifiers of multiple SSJ transformations)
power ramp must be glacially slow compared to normal DBZ ramp, otherwise most conflict will be solved within the first few weeks due to overpowered speed/strength/laser-beams (even at super low pl's such as 50-100, KI blasts vastly outclass legend's lasers for damage output and barring her shard induced invulnerabilities, all of Alexandria's abilities are low tier in comparison).
good luck on your story @arromdee, i hope that you are able to balance this properly, as i'm interested to see where you take this
honestly, in my opinion, your best bet would probably be to have her fight powerful shard abilities which aren't no-sold by insane speed/durability. or maybe you could have a tinker note that her diluted saiyan genes are reducing her power level growth, thereby reducing the power ramp?
either way, have fun!
I've also done PL math before for similar reasons. The average human has a PL of 5 (that might not even be the average. That was a reading from a farmer, someone who would presumably lead a somewhat active life, the average might actually be lower). Compared to Freeza in the Namek Saga (120,000,000 PL) they are literally 24 million times weaker. And the series only goes up from there.