Time For Transformation Training
lordchaos99
(I have left SV)
Time For Transformation Training
Alliteration doesn't make you look intelligent Author -Gossard
---
You burst in a wave of Princeton Orange, the aura settling around you pressed in by the deep Blue of the sky around you. It crushes you, the sweltering malevolent Blueness of it all, you are weak even against mere atmosph...
Well that simply is not believable. You sigh and dismiss the form as you feel your hair absorb the orange tint and you reach the False Gossard form once more.
You burst again in a wave of Princeton Orange, the aura settling around you. You laugh, it is all so silly. A four year old genius able to shift a planet's orbit with a thought. Ahahahehehe...he...Whats the joke?
You sigh and dismiss the form as you feel your hair absorb the orange tint and you reach the False Gossard form once more.
Stability and revelry. You can truly Master this Form. You grit your teeth, you will have the ability to hold this form forever, and the ability to simply skip it entirely.
You burst again in a wave of Princeton Orange, the aura crackling against the blue atmosphere, tearing holes in reality itself. A horde of foes spilling forth, threatening CapsuleCorp below. You grin in delight, you had gotten bored of ceaseless rising and falling Ki, a quick "fight against nothing to work off the stress sounded...nothing? No, they exist." You realize you had begun speaking aloud and ball your fists.
They exist, you broke reality and must defend against the apparitions. The warriors. You feel your hair slowly shift and you throw clarity aside.
You roar in victory as you feel faces deform under your fists. You are the False Saiyan, Truly and Falsely.
With a mere thought you banish the madness and allow the orange light to settle within your black locks. And then Descend down, your aura fading away.
You snap your fingers, and orange seeps into your hair. Phantoms cross your vision but you see through them immediately. A minor inconvenience in combat rendered null and void.
You snap them again and the Phantoms rise into reality, ready to fight. The orange of your hair evaporating into your Aura.
You recognize the unreality, and the reality. And choose which one suits you best.
For you are the Master, and the Form your Employee.
And you feel it...something beyond. It was keeping something from you.
Something Deeper.
---
Despite all your training, you were keeping up your scientific skills. You had just sat down with a miraculous Senzu Bean to study it's eff-
"Hey Gossard let's spar." (link)
---
You are Gohan Briefs, the keeper of a certain egotistical self-proclaimed King.
You reach deep into your soul, your Ki flaring methodically, calmly. Sinking into the wasteland below. You do not typically meditate here but you feel it best to practice away from any civilians who could be negatively affected.
Taking deep breaths in and out, your mind flowing at the speed of a Human. The flames of your energy writhing methodically, captivating. You can feel Mister Piccolo's Ki following yours, flaring higher. Not much higher, but you can feel it grow.
LEGEND
That is probably not good. Your eyes open, casting blindly to the east. Over the horizon your Ki Sense can feel it, Gossard's Ki turning Green in the middle of a city. Releasing an attack!
You leave blur lines as you travel, a minor sonic boom echoing in the wasteland but quieting as you approach populated lands. Gossard had told you he was inspecting the Employees, something about a reform of the company.
You did not expect a lethal attack.
You fade into existence next to your brother, wide-eyed casting around for the fragments or ash of a living person. Only to blink and look around again disbelieving.
"Ah, so nice of you to join us Gohan." Your brother drawls, violet locks shifting faintly without a breeze "Did you know many of our Employees live in filth and are taken advantage of by landlords and local laws?"
"It doesn't look that bad." You comment, looking at the spotless apartment complex, and the street full of moving boxes.
"Not any more, though it used to be covered in graffiti and filled with filth. As you can see, I have consolidated our holdings here in East City. By moving our staff residences into a single location nearby to their jobs in a private sealed off section of the city, we can provide optimal levels of care and security to maximize efficiency. If we provide our own housing and eateries for example, we pay less tax and deal less with Non-Employees attempting to profit off our staff. The condensed location also means corporate espionage is more difficult to transmit out. It's not like our staff require non-staff relations after all, barring familial bonds who through some of my new corporate policies will eventually remove themselves as outside influences by joining them inside the complex or cutting ties."
"And the lethal Ki use?" You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms.
"Ah, yes. This complex was not fit for Employee habitation despite all the assurances to the contrary by the agent. It possessed problems including a minor infestation, and I lacked the Ki Control outside of this form to eradicate the issues. Fortunately me, myself and this Kiblast had a solution." He throws another green ball at a box of possessions and you watch it envelop the box peacefully, dissolving only the tiny Ki signature of some form of bug.
"This cannot be legal..."
"That depends entirely on what you consider a valid lawmaker."
You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh.
"Great, now that's settled you can install these security cameras in the apartments while I go headhunt a few Employees. And that agent."
"Headhunt does not mean decapitate. It means seek out to offer a job."
"I know that!...Now."
---
The internal affairs of the company and the solutions you used taught you things. Like your lack of Ki Shaping ability or Blaster Shells hindered your surgical strike capabilities.
Or that some agents neglected to mention existing tenants when selling buildings.
Still, you could solve the previous two issues with practice, and the latter through experience in the business world.
And so, each afternoon, you found yourself in the clouds once more. Reaching for the Legendary energies.
The clouds rumble and lightning strikes between them, the unearthly atmosphere you create casting a blue hue over your purple locks. Settling down into a meditative pose, you reach out towards the banished presence.
Careful to keep your Other Self from ascending, more out of politeness than anything, you cast out at the unformed Echoes.
Ancestors. Yourself. Join Them. Learn From Us. The images fill your head.
You are your Ki. Your Ki is you. You exist allwhere, and yourwhere. You swell into existence, held within your hand. Dancing free of your own body, independent but a part of a greater whole.
You Are, the Legend Is. The Legendary Gossard IS. But you are not. Not yet.
Not ready. Or able. Or Perfect. Or Semi-Perfect. Or Perfect. You said that already. Shut up. You shut up. I shut up? No you shut up, not me or I or yourself. You are confused. Probably, but so are you.
You twitch and drop from the form, panting. A thousand variants of yourself, each a different person and each one not. It confuses even your tremendous mind.
Wiping your brow you return to the form to the sound of crashing thunder.
You are back. You are not sure of the time. What is time. Oh that, no it has not been long since you arrived, only a thousand years. Not you, you the newcomer. You are the newcomer, ever since you attained the Golden Ape. No the living one. What is life, you were never born to know?
You flare and contract in your own palm. Your existence is the key. You are you, not the Legend but a part, but more than it in totality. You are the Blaster Shell, and your existence is total, it exists regardless of the Legend, outside it.
That wont work, you know that. I do? No not you, you never worked it out. You are confusing yourself again. Then what is the answer, you? I dont know, ask myself. You are! Oh, well then why'd you call me you and not...
You put up your barrier again, cutting off the thoughts that sound so much like yourself, a discordant recorded chorus of the Legend. None had any real thoughts, it was merely the echo.
You frown deeply. You had heard of this in books. Fiction and fantasy. The stepping stone to true artificial life is something called a VI, a Virtual Intelligence, which merely simulated true thought by referencing a wide array of phrases and words.
Was this to become of you? A Chinese Room trapped in the head of the next Saiyan to achieve the form? You are Legendary, but so too was every other Legend now within your mind.
You scowl and drop the barriers again. You are more than that. You are not Just a Legend. You are a Briefs! You are Gossard, not some nameless King of a forgotten race. You will rise further from the lowest depths to the highest. You will conquer the minds within you and take their secrets, building upon them into something much greater than they could every have achieved! Just like you did before that bastard tricked you into looking at the moon.
Wait what.
You crash out of the form, violet locks deepening into ebony black. Your fingers curling around yourself as your scowl deepens. Even if every single Legend had failed. Even if every single Saiyan had failed. You were not them, you were more.
You rise from your hand as your other self grins. Emerald light shining upon Gossard Briefs, Untransformed.
A King cares not for the failure of those who came before him. A King only learns from their mistakes and their victories and uses that to craft a new shining Present. A Glorious Utopia that He Commands!
A Legendary King conquers the unconquerable, simply because it is there.
You wave your hand and a dozen Blaster Shells form. And you begin to laugh, loudly.
---
October 12th
You sit casually on thin air, a few inches above the tiles of the Lookout. Your eyes focused on your palms and the glowing orb within. Delicately shaping it, twisting the manifestation of your power out of it's orb shape.
You do not stir from your practice as you feel it. You keep your Power stable, and keep twisting.
Deep in space. Not hiding unlike the Slugs. However like the Slugs it was remarkable stable. It did not flex or shift mildly, there was no fluctuations it simply Was.
A minute later you rise, handing the clumsy looking crane to your sister with a soft smile.
"If I had access to your Divine Ki, I could do Orikami." You joke. It isn't funny, but she laughs anyway. You look skyward and ask "Now what shall we do about our little visitor?"
"Airtank, wear? Go knock on ship before arrive."
"Perhaps..."
There is a being approaching, with a Power around half a million. What do?
[ ] Equip scuba gear, board their ship in space
[ ] Hack their communications, say hi
[ ] Kill the ship
[X] Let it land and say hi
-[X] See if you can copy his moves. You are curious what martial arts this Alien might have, and Gohan picked up some moves from Lord Slug, and you won't let yourself be bested on the "learn new moves from one fight" front.
-[X] If he tries to start a fight, show him your Glory and put him in his place. Keep him alive though, could use more servants who recognize how awesome you are. Even if he proves useless as a fighter, maybe he'll be good for something else. Maybe he can be your hair-stylist.
[ ] Let it land and murder the pilot, free ship!
The False Saiyan form, it is lacking something...but what?
[ ] Force more Ki into the form
[X] Kick Reason to the Cub
[ ] Give up, you cannot reach the peaks of strength necessary
[ ] It requires Green, everything does!
Authors Note: For the second time, welcome to Canon.
Raditz is now an Elite and not one of Frieza's stock troops. Because why would a worldbuilder make Raditz the same power as the random mooks! He explicitly says he is a badass but not as badass as the other two Saiyans he knows of.
Oh, I'm considering adding Pretty Colors to the updates to signify people being in transformations or generally acting Powerful, what do people think? Would it be too distracting?
For their speech obviously, I'm not going to color an entire scene bright green because Gossard happened to be Legendary.
Alliteration doesn't make you look intelligent Author -Gossard
---
You burst in a wave of Princeton Orange, the aura settling around you pressed in by the deep Blue of the sky around you. It crushes you, the sweltering malevolent Blueness of it all, you are weak even against mere atmosph...
Well that simply is not believable. You sigh and dismiss the form as you feel your hair absorb the orange tint and you reach the False Gossard form once more.
You burst again in a wave of Princeton Orange, the aura settling around you. You laugh, it is all so silly. A four year old genius able to shift a planet's orbit with a thought. Ahahahehehe...he...Whats the joke?
You sigh and dismiss the form as you feel your hair absorb the orange tint and you reach the False Gossard form once more.
Stability and revelry. You can truly Master this Form. You grit your teeth, you will have the ability to hold this form forever, and the ability to simply skip it entirely.
You burst again in a wave of Princeton Orange, the aura crackling against the blue atmosphere, tearing holes in reality itself. A horde of foes spilling forth, threatening CapsuleCorp below. You grin in delight, you had gotten bored of ceaseless rising and falling Ki, a quick "fight against nothing to work off the stress sounded...nothing? No, they exist." You realize you had begun speaking aloud and ball your fists.
They exist, you broke reality and must defend against the apparitions. The warriors. You feel your hair slowly shift and you throw clarity aside.
You roar in victory as you feel faces deform under your fists. You are the False Saiyan, Truly and Falsely.
With a mere thought you banish the madness and allow the orange light to settle within your black locks. And then Descend down, your aura fading away.
You snap your fingers, and orange seeps into your hair. Phantoms cross your vision but you see through them immediately. A minor inconvenience in combat rendered null and void.
You snap them again and the Phantoms rise into reality, ready to fight. The orange of your hair evaporating into your Aura.
You recognize the unreality, and the reality. And choose which one suits you best.
For you are the Master, and the Form your Employee.
And you feel it...something beyond. It was keeping something from you.
Something Deeper.
---
Despite all your training, you were keeping up your scientific skills. You had just sat down with a miraculous Senzu Bean to study it's eff-
"Hey Gossard let's spar." (link)
---
You are Gohan Briefs, the keeper of a certain egotistical self-proclaimed King.
You reach deep into your soul, your Ki flaring methodically, calmly. Sinking into the wasteland below. You do not typically meditate here but you feel it best to practice away from any civilians who could be negatively affected.
Taking deep breaths in and out, your mind flowing at the speed of a Human. The flames of your energy writhing methodically, captivating. You can feel Mister Piccolo's Ki following yours, flaring higher. Not much higher, but you can feel it grow.
LEGEND
That is probably not good. Your eyes open, casting blindly to the east. Over the horizon your Ki Sense can feel it, Gossard's Ki turning Green in the middle of a city. Releasing an attack!
You leave blur lines as you travel, a minor sonic boom echoing in the wasteland but quieting as you approach populated lands. Gossard had told you he was inspecting the Employees, something about a reform of the company.
You did not expect a lethal attack.
You fade into existence next to your brother, wide-eyed casting around for the fragments or ash of a living person. Only to blink and look around again disbelieving.
"Ah, so nice of you to join us Gohan." Your brother drawls, violet locks shifting faintly without a breeze "Did you know many of our Employees live in filth and are taken advantage of by landlords and local laws?"
"It doesn't look that bad." You comment, looking at the spotless apartment complex, and the street full of moving boxes.
"Not any more, though it used to be covered in graffiti and filled with filth. As you can see, I have consolidated our holdings here in East City. By moving our staff residences into a single location nearby to their jobs in a private sealed off section of the city, we can provide optimal levels of care and security to maximize efficiency. If we provide our own housing and eateries for example, we pay less tax and deal less with Non-Employees attempting to profit off our staff. The condensed location also means corporate espionage is more difficult to transmit out. It's not like our staff require non-staff relations after all, barring familial bonds who through some of my new corporate policies will eventually remove themselves as outside influences by joining them inside the complex or cutting ties."
"And the lethal Ki use?" You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms.
"Ah, yes. This complex was not fit for Employee habitation despite all the assurances to the contrary by the agent. It possessed problems including a minor infestation, and I lacked the Ki Control outside of this form to eradicate the issues. Fortunately me, myself and this Kiblast had a solution." He throws another green ball at a box of possessions and you watch it envelop the box peacefully, dissolving only the tiny Ki signature of some form of bug.
"This cannot be legal..."
"That depends entirely on what you consider a valid lawmaker."
You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh.
"Great, now that's settled you can install these security cameras in the apartments while I go headhunt a few Employees. And that agent."
"Headhunt does not mean decapitate. It means seek out to offer a job."
"I know that!...Now."
---
The internal affairs of the company and the solutions you used taught you things. Like your lack of Ki Shaping ability or Blaster Shells hindered your surgical strike capabilities.
Or that some agents neglected to mention existing tenants when selling buildings.
Still, you could solve the previous two issues with practice, and the latter through experience in the business world.
And so, each afternoon, you found yourself in the clouds once more. Reaching for the Legendary energies.
The clouds rumble and lightning strikes between them, the unearthly atmosphere you create casting a blue hue over your purple locks. Settling down into a meditative pose, you reach out towards the banished presence.
Careful to keep your Other Self from ascending, more out of politeness than anything, you cast out at the unformed Echoes.
Ancestors. Yourself. Join Them. Learn From Us. The images fill your head.
You are your Ki. Your Ki is you. You exist allwhere, and yourwhere. You swell into existence, held within your hand. Dancing free of your own body, independent but a part of a greater whole.
You Are, the Legend Is. The Legendary Gossard IS. But you are not. Not yet.
Not ready. Or able. Or Perfect. Or Semi-Perfect. Or Perfect. You said that already. Shut up. You shut up. I shut up? No you shut up, not me or I or yourself. You are confused. Probably, but so are you.
You twitch and drop from the form, panting. A thousand variants of yourself, each a different person and each one not. It confuses even your tremendous mind.
Wiping your brow you return to the form to the sound of crashing thunder.
You are back. You are not sure of the time. What is time. Oh that, no it has not been long since you arrived, only a thousand years. Not you, you the newcomer. You are the newcomer, ever since you attained the Golden Ape. No the living one. What is life, you were never born to know?
You flare and contract in your own palm. Your existence is the key. You are you, not the Legend but a part, but more than it in totality. You are the Blaster Shell, and your existence is total, it exists regardless of the Legend, outside it.
That wont work, you know that. I do? No not you, you never worked it out. You are confusing yourself again. Then what is the answer, you? I dont know, ask myself. You are! Oh, well then why'd you call me you and not...
You put up your barrier again, cutting off the thoughts that sound so much like yourself, a discordant recorded chorus of the Legend. None had any real thoughts, it was merely the echo.
You frown deeply. You had heard of this in books. Fiction and fantasy. The stepping stone to true artificial life is something called a VI, a Virtual Intelligence, which merely simulated true thought by referencing a wide array of phrases and words.
Was this to become of you? A Chinese Room trapped in the head of the next Saiyan to achieve the form? You are Legendary, but so too was every other Legend now within your mind.
You scowl and drop the barriers again. You are more than that. You are not Just a Legend. You are a Briefs! You are Gossard, not some nameless King of a forgotten race. You will rise further from the lowest depths to the highest. You will conquer the minds within you and take their secrets, building upon them into something much greater than they could every have achieved! Just like you did before that bastard tricked you into looking at the moon.
Wait what.
You crash out of the form, violet locks deepening into ebony black. Your fingers curling around yourself as your scowl deepens. Even if every single Legend had failed. Even if every single Saiyan had failed. You were not them, you were more.
You rise from your hand as your other self grins. Emerald light shining upon Gossard Briefs, Untransformed.
A King cares not for the failure of those who came before him. A King only learns from their mistakes and their victories and uses that to craft a new shining Present. A Glorious Utopia that He Commands!
A Legendary King conquers the unconquerable, simply because it is there.
You wave your hand and a dozen Blaster Shells form. And you begin to laugh, loudly.
---
October 12th
You sit casually on thin air, a few inches above the tiles of the Lookout. Your eyes focused on your palms and the glowing orb within. Delicately shaping it, twisting the manifestation of your power out of it's orb shape.
You do not stir from your practice as you feel it. You keep your Power stable, and keep twisting.
Deep in space. Not hiding unlike the Slugs. However like the Slugs it was remarkable stable. It did not flex or shift mildly, there was no fluctuations it simply Was.
A minute later you rise, handing the clumsy looking crane to your sister with a soft smile.
"If I had access to your Divine Ki, I could do Orikami." You joke. It isn't funny, but she laughs anyway. You look skyward and ask "Now what shall we do about our little visitor?"
"Airtank, wear? Go knock on ship before arrive."
"Perhaps..."
There is a being approaching, with a Power around half a million. What do?
[ ] Equip scuba gear, board their ship in space
[ ] Hack their communications, say hi
[ ] Kill the ship
[X] Let it land and say hi
-[X] See if you can copy his moves. You are curious what martial arts this Alien might have, and Gohan picked up some moves from Lord Slug, and you won't let yourself be bested on the "learn new moves from one fight" front.
-[X] If he tries to start a fight, show him your Glory and put him in his place. Keep him alive though, could use more servants who recognize how awesome you are. Even if he proves useless as a fighter, maybe he'll be good for something else. Maybe he can be your hair-stylist.
[ ] Let it land and murder the pilot, free ship!
The False Saiyan form, it is lacking something...but what?
[ ] Force more Ki into the form
[X] Kick Reason to the Cub
[ ] Give up, you cannot reach the peaks of strength necessary
[ ] It requires Green, everything does!
Authors Note: For the second time, welcome to Canon.
Raditz is now an Elite and not one of Frieza's stock troops. Because why would a worldbuilder make Raditz the same power as the random mooks! He explicitly says he is a badass but not as badass as the other two Saiyans he knows of.
Oh, I'm considering adding Pretty Colors to the updates to signify people being in transformations or generally acting Powerful, what do people think? Would it be too distracting?
For their speech obviously, I'm not going to color an entire scene bright green because Gossard happened to be Legendary.
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