The Life of a Half-Saiyan (Thread1) (DBZ)

[lordchaos99]

You slowly rouse yourself from a terrible nightmare. Sitting up, blinking your bleary eyes. You are in a crib. Your crib...Your too-small crib...
An effortless expression of power and you rise into the air and spot your Twin. Gohan! Still sleeping like the weakling he is, you think to yourself with a fond smile, even as you hover over him, carefully checking for any sign of what Y-Y...that strange green transformation did to him. Finding no sign, you look around for a bucket, intent on reliving his 'training' only to be interrupted by the door sounding and opening smoothly.
"Gossie, you're awake!" Momma says, snatching you out of the air. You decide to forgive the dual transgression in favour of hugging your MOMMA! Then you notice something odd.
You look down at Momma's rather distended belly in confusion as you sense Gohan's Energies pulse.
"Oh I was so worried about you two. When you didn't come back. I was working on a way, but I couldn't get the biomechanical innate quantum photonfluctuator to lock onto a linked and programmed, biometrically scanned...Oooh Gohan, Gossard I missed you two!"
You and your brother find yourself trapped in a grapple tighter than even Piccolo could accomplish, fueled by embarrassing motherly love. And you cannot get enough of it.

Eventually you find yourself sat in a regular seat being fussed over as the circumstances since your PERFECTION overwhelmed you.
Piccolo had agreed to become your mentor-under-watch to help you and your brother learn to control your immense natural power, both your Purple-haired "Legendary Saiyan" form, and the Yellow-haired form that Gohan had assumed in reaction to your power. In return he would not be trapped like his father with some weird Ki Technique.
The Humans that had come to rescue you (when you found that out you felt kind of embarrassed) recovered quite quickly. Even the one you had blasted, removing half of his torso, had been restored to full health by strange magical "Senzu Beans".
Still you were back in your home with your Momma and the Hunt-thing was being forced to give you all of his secrets. So, two out of three good things.

---

You soon settle back into your old routine, though Momma is rather less mobile. Something about her stomach slowing her down as it expanded. And inside it, a weird pulsing.
"Momma, what's in your stomach?" You ask one day while in her lab, watching her slowly move from one side of a machine to the other.
"Uh well, you see Gossard...I'm pregnant. I have your little sister in-" She begins to explain.
"You ATE my sister!" You exclaim, eyes going wide.
"That isn't exactly-" She starts, but you interrupt.
"Does that mean I can eat Gohan? I wonder if I do that I'll absorb his powers...I wonder what I'd look like blonde?"
"No eating family members young man!" Bulma glares at you. You nod solemnly, you understand completely. Make sure the people you eat aren't related to you.

---

After years (hours) of hard work, you are finally complete! With a gesture you rise majestically into the air, supported by your latest DoomChair. You sniff disdainfully at Gohan who had been hovering over you making prideful comments ever since he got his own FlighThrone back up and sized to fit your new height.
"See! Quality takes time you know." You stick your tongue out, which just so happened to also be the command for the motion sensor to activate the laser.
With a cackle you fire the first shot of your renewed war.
Then a squeak of surprise as Gohan returns fire
"NO~OT ~FAIR~!!" You whine nobly exclaim about the upheaval of natural laws from your position amidst broken scrap, Gohan's battered throne still barely hovering above you.

---

You find yourself in the air again. The ground spreading out below you like a map and the welcoming Blue soothes your mind. You don't think you like Green any more, each time you think of it, all you can hear is the crack of your Brother's shoulders as you the Green "Legend" break them in a fit of unknowing rage and pride.
Today is the first day Mister Piccolo will train you again, escorted by two of your would-be rescuers. You wonder what he will teach you.

You have two things to do this turn, one of them must be a [Piccolo] action, though nothing is stopping you doing two [Piccolo] actions
[ ] Make Gohan teach you to go Super Saiyan, you cannot let him exceed you!
[X] [Piccolo] Master the LEGENDARY SAIYAN form. Gohan and Piccolo will be ready to restrain you
[ ] [Piccolo] Explore the third of the Saiyan transformations, the strange Orange Ki
[ ] [Piccolo] Learn how to shape Ki properly for use in attacks
[ ] [Piccolo] How to train your Ki properly
[ ] [Piccolo] Learn couple of magic tricks
[X] [Piccolo] Meditate
-[X] On your Instincts
-[ ] On improving your Willpower
[ ] Learn Martial Arts
-[ ] [Piccolo] The styles of an Alien Race, a school whose origin is lost to time
-[ ] [Piccolo] The personal style of the Demon King Piccolo
-[ ] [Piccolo] The divine-inspired style taught to Mr Popo and the Planetary Guardians
-[ ] The enduring and tough Turtle style created by Master Roshi and improved upon by Master Krillin
-[ ] The dangerous life-draining school of the Crane, reformed by Master Tien and Master Chaotzu
[ ] The labs are never locked in CapsuleCorp, and the Employees always too terrified to disobey you
-[ ] EXPERIMENT!
-[ ] Try and make LIFE! ROBOTIC LIFE!
-[ ] Try to Improve Life. (requires human resources)
-[ ] Gohan says you can't make a Battery for Power cause it's Strange. But you can make Electricity Batteries. Why not Power??
-[ ] Write-in Project
[ ] Find some Employees, start an Empire of Gossard. Conquer Research Lab C to expand your holdings. Traitors will be executed
-[ ] Also encourage Gohan to do the same, NATION-FIGHT!
-[ ] Try to recruit Gohan as the Prince. Every nation needs an Heir.
[ ] Gohan achieved that strange form with an orangepoke...I wonder if Gohan would react in other ways?
-[ ] Shove Green into his Base form
-[ ] Shove Orange into his Base form
-[ ] Shove both Green and Orange into his Base form
-[ ] Greenpoke his Super Saiyan form
-[ ] Try to Supercharge his Super Saiyan form with your own Yellow Ki
[ ] Write-In

 

[lordchaos99]

"..." Mister Piccolo says, but by this point you are no longer listening. You are hovering cross-legged in the air, green lines of energy rushing sporadically through your Aura.
Yoweu tremble, holding the transformative energies on a tight leash. You refuse to let the Green take hold. Fear floods your system at the thought of the change but you try to push through it.

A splintering crack fills your ears, normally such a soothing sound now comes with it a wave of guilt and self-loathing. You tremble in the air, your energies Roiling in self-contradiction, a self-contradiction you cannot maintain in your recriminations.
You fear the subsuming energies within you, balking at it. But then take a deep breath. You can do this! You can maintain the half-state like G-Gohan did in that immense orange and yellow burst of Power. You are GOSSARD! You can do anything! We can maintain control of the state, prevent it from hurting anything.
We do not notice our all-green Aura flicker out, carving a score of destruction into the ground. We open our eyes, assuming a standing posture casuu̶̼͔͉͇̰̤̜̥̽̓̓̓̋͘͜a̢̛̪̭͎̔͊̒͋ͫ͛͝l̺̹̣̝͍̝͇ͪl̴̡̮͕̪̝̻͇̞̳̄ͦ̽ͪẏͧ̽̿̇̃҉̶̵̝. Shaking (y)our head, your black locks flickering up into green and purple and between the three. We don't feel good. You...
You send out a pulse of Green Ki as your hair stabilizes into Purple and you smirk at your twin brother.
"What's wrong Gohan? Feeling worried? I have complete control, do not worry." You enunciate carefully. You have no need for blatant displays of intimidation, so keep your Ki controlled. Not an iota of energy wasted to needless dramatics and Colour.
"You weren't supposed to complete the form." He says back to you, making you roll your younger body's eyes.
"It appears I am a rather quick study. How fitting of the LEGENDARY SAIYAN!" You laugh and, needless or not, flare your Green Aura as if swirling a cape around one's shoulders. Your purple tail flicks against your will and you quell it.
"If you are so much in control, change back." He challenges you, narrowing his green eyes.
"Come on Gohan, let's have some fun. Murder the...Green one." You look at the strange (Mister) green Hunthing, with such power "Together we could deal with the insssss-insufferable slug and turn our play to the world. I bet I could build a better deathtrap than you."
Gohan looks at you "That does sound like Gossard, but...what is his name?" He smirks, as if he had foiled you. But you simply glare back.
"W-What does it matter what the Mist the uh, the Green one's name is? Its...Miss Flute, no it...uh..." Something is blocking you. Something...Someth...Som...

You concentrate on your memories, they should be yours. YORUS! You, you are the LEGEND! The LEGENDARY SAIYAN OF...Legend of..., The Legendary saiyan named...Your name is Gossly no Brossa no, it... Your brow furrows as you fight yourself. A rather strange sensation, You are You, nto, not...
The hand through your chest is rather a surprise too.
You cough, looking into the eyes of your attacker.
"Sorry Gossard, but it's for your own good." Gohan apologizes as gravity makes herself known again. You land in a small crater, idly wondering how you got there.

Crunch. Gulp. The motion is automatic and you feel life spread within you again. Slowly sitting up, brown tail wrapping around your waist.
"You went too far in." Was the response from your demonic alien tutor "I tried to warn you."
"Again. I WILL do it. I will take this form and make it Mine." You growl back, sending a trail of Green through your Aura and bringing it out from inside you.
"No, you won't. You will meditate on yourself and not touch that energy until next session."

---

Momma is crying out in pain. You twitch, your tail trembling with pent-up energies. The little Preything in a white coat tries to calm you, but every cry from your Momma sends you right back into a state of adrenaline.
Your mother is in the hospital, giving birth to your sister. You cannot do anything. Your attention focuses on the flickers of Ki from behind closed doors, matching the timing of Momma's pain.
Red. You sense it vaguely. It's nearly pink, diluted by the clear Ki of both your Momma and your Sister and only there part of the time. It pulses stronger though, each time.
"You, you feel that right." Gohan asks, his gaze matching yours, burning a hole metaphorically through a door. His ki-sense unerringly focused on your Momma.
"Red." You simply state, hand on his shoulder as he steps forward "We cannot go in..."
"But she is hurting! A Senzu bean could... And, and what is happening, Red? What makes Red? We've had Green and Yellow and Orange, what on Earth or beyond it is Red?" He asks, tail whipping in the air irritable, needing to do something.
"...onna Kill that alien Bas..." you hear a snatch of words as the door opens and shuts quickly, a rather flustered looking doctor exiting.

The two of you stand there, senses locked on the building Presence of your sister. Red streamers coursing through her, fraying into pink as they move around her Energy, then vanishing into normal Ki.
You do not emulate Gohan's propensity for rather intense staring, you are simply looking at the door casually. You totally believe this and is not in fact an elaborate self-delusion built around pride.
Until finally, the Ki signature stops pulsing into and out of your Momma's own presence and the pained complaints stop.
You feel her. You feel your little Sister enter the world in a halo of Red Ki, which slowly ebbs back deep into her soul, a single spark of crimson much like Gohan's single spark of Amber or your own flickers of Gold and Amber. A hint of something more, something untapped, only visible if you truly knew they were there. The potential of transformation.

---

"Boys, meet your new sister, Gottex." Momma says tiredly, holding the little bundle of flailing close.
You and Gohan naturally begin to bicker of which is the best older brother, but you handily win because you are the LEGENDARY Older Brother.
"And that's why I'm the best." Gohan announces like he won (he didn't) as you pet your little sister carefully. You read little preythings had soft heads as babies and didn't want to risk it given all three of you were half-human.
"I'm sorry I wasn't listening, I was too busy being a good older brother and winning." You maturely respond while sticking your tongue out, maturely. Calling up your Ki, you produce tiny showers of harmless colours for the tiny tot, a rain of Green, Yellow and Orange filling her vision and making her giggle in delight.

Sitting down in the air (you do Not trust the frail hospital chairs with your Princess), you gather up the bundle of flailing in your arms. Calling forth green sparks.
"This is Green, can you say Green?" You prod. You know employees don't talk so quickly, but your family was never normal, even the full humans.
"Gah." She babbles, which you think is good enough.
"This is Yellow, can you say Yellow?" A shower of Yellow this time.
"Gah!" She chirps again, holding a tiny hand out of the bundle to swipe at the sparks clumsily.

---

You redouble your meditation after that. You will definitely not risk losing three people to your own urges. Four if you count Mister Piccolo, he is kind of useful for learning.
Every morning the sun crests over the horizon after you find yourself within yourself. Except for the mornings after full moons, Momma doesn't like the moon for some reason. You consider blowing it up, but you also think it's useful for water or something?
Your control begins taking leaps and bounds, the Green energies remain out of reach but merely by millimeters, fingertips scrabbling at the surface of control. You can maintain yourself within the half-state indefinitely now, though it is rather painful and you cannot move while doing it. Hair gaining green and purple stripes that flare with nonexistent wind when you do so.
Gohan hasn't needed to impale you for weeks. And within the form you can feel yourselves. The echoes of yourself scattered through time, memories of a childhood, of a few tumultuous moments of rage or panic, of harsh training and short-lived abuse before the world around yourself immolates taking the abuser with them. You feel yourself, and yourself feels you. Your echoes offer yourself to you, tempting you to go deeper into the form in search of Knowledge, of Technique to be conquered if you can only take it from yourself. And in a distant galaxy, you chafe under mental bondage.

The nature of Green swells your heart with Pride as you conquer Pride Itself. The emotion known to you, and a known enemy is much less deadly than the unknown blade. You feel you will never be free of it, nor do you truly want too, but you can handle such resurgence of that emotion and still think logically.

---

You are Gohan Briefs. And you, are a Super Saiyan!
Golden energy bursts from your body as you assume the state. Within you, you feel a wellspring of anger and grief fill your mind.
You are a mile above the ground and the sheer Force of your mere Presence shatters the woodland beneath you. You breath in, and you breath out. The ball of emotions that catches in your throat still swells but you can handle it.
That gloating boast of what was your Brother fills your mental ears as you begin to move. Slicing the air faster than sound, muchmuch faster. A slight tingling wreathes your fist as the air turns to Plasma from the impact. You reach your Energy out, not in an aura but instead as a balm.
The true technique of the Master Martial Artist, you speed the very air itself up faster and faster and faster. Altering the atmosphere around you simply to keep up with your training. The testing punches causing less flashes of heat and light as the air curves around your fist, binding the first of the Elements to your will.
You unleash your grief onto the air, an unfounded grief that held no place in rational thought, but this form brimmed with.
"RRAAAGGHHH!" Your emotions taking voice. You discover this form cannot cry as images flicker through your mind. Gossard on his knees gasping for air, his hair flickering green and purple and black. His blood on your hands.
Gossard on his back, wheezing, looking accusatorially up at you.
The LEGEND looming over you, looking at you with His eyes, His lips twisting into a smirk so very much like him but at the same time subtly wrong.
"No!" You react, hands crossing over themselves. A small cylindrical sun forms, and the total energy in the universe decreases as the air is destroyed completely.
You shake yourself free of the images, of the memories. You are stronger than this. You WILL conquer this form, as will Gossard conquer his Green state. With a calming breath, you assume the first stance of the Demon King Kata.
The air turns to Plasma in your wake as you neglect to reinforce it. The resounding sonic booms and faint tingling are quite relaxing in this form.

---

"Buru Play" You try to say, tapping the older boy gently. It sounds closer to "Buplll" but you are getting better!
You smile proudly at your achievement while the stupid boy cries and rubs his arm where you poked it. He clearly doesn't want to play so you crawl back to your broken Beeps. They are fun, you like when they sparkle.
Putting the sparkly into the quantum lightmaker you giggle and clap your hands. Then pout as the force from your clap shatters the clear casing.
"Buru fetch another Quantum Lightmaker!" You command your older servant in baby babbling. Only to look over and sigh, asleep again.
You move across the floor towards Momma's Beeps, reaching up to take anothe quantum lightmaker when you are picked up.
"Unhand me! This is an outrage! Discrimination!" You declare in a completely mature protest that is perfectly enunciated and not at all a wordless cry.

"There there little Gottex, look what Big Brother made for you." The Green one says. You like the green one and the yellow one, they give you toys. You'll have to teach Buru to do that, he is a terrible minion for the Princess of all Babies! You make a note to punish-
"Its a laser-tiara! I know you like pretty colours so much." You promptly forge whtever you were thinking of to coo over the ornate shiny-thing. Green One puts the thing over your head.
"It is designed to not fire on Buru if you point it at him, but otherwise will go off when you press these two buttons. And the safety is only cause Yamcha made me promise or he would take back the Playbox, I'm sure you can learn to disable if you really want." He explains, but you are more focused on shooting LIGHTS!
"Pew Pew Pew!" You giggle, letting off a trio of rainbow laser that destroys nearly a million zenii of equipment. Not that you know what a zenii is.
"Good girl, now I'm going to go brag to Gohan that I'm the best brother." Green One chatters inanly about stupid things as you go back to LIGHTS!


Decision Point:
[ ] Blow up the Moon! Momma doesn't like it. (will be Legendary Saiyan to accomplish)
[X] Do not blow up the Moon! You need that for something-something Tides and stuff, right?
[ ] Whats this moon stuff about anyway, go look at it.

Decision Point:
[X] Goku returns, the strongest non-Half-Saiyan on the planet but outclassed by his boys
[ ] Goku has an Adventure in Otherworld

You have 2 actions to choose from, one of which must be a [Piccolo] action.
[ ] Make Gohan teach you to go Super Saiyan, you cannot let him exceed you!
[ ] Conquer and assimilate Green, you will take what is yours from you and use it in your Base form
-[ ] The trick of Green Ki Consciousness (Blaster Shells), how to create Ki that swells with power and is guided by it's own version of You like you can innately do in the LEGENDARY SAIYAN form
-[ ] The Energy Shield you used the first time you assumed the form
-[ ] The ancient styles of the Saiyan race
-[ ] Write-In, there are a lot of Shinies here if you can only find them
[X] Master the LEGENDARY SAIYAN form, make you your willing subsumed identity. Gohan will be ready to restrain you
[ ] [Piccolo] Explore the third of the Saiyan transformations, the strange Orange Ki
[ ] [Piccolo] Learn how to shape Ki properly for use in attacks
[ ] [Piccolo] How to train your Ki properly
[ ] [Piccolo] Learn couple of magic tricks
[X] [Piccolo] Meditate
-[X] On your Instincts
-[ ] On improving your Willpower
[ ] Learn Martial Arts
-[ ] [Piccolo] The styles of an Alien Race, a school whose origin is lost to time
-[ ] [Piccolo] The personal style of the Demon King Piccolo
-[ ] [Piccolo] The divine-inspired style taught to Mr Popo and the Planetary Guardians
-[ ] The enduring and tough Turtle style created by Master Roshi and improved upon by Master Krillin
-[ ] The dangerous life-draining school of the Crane, reformed by Master Tien and Master Chaotzu
[ ] The labs are never locked in CapsuleCorp, and the Employees always too terrified to disobey you
-[ ] EXPERIMENT!
-[ ] Try and make LIFE! ROBOTIC LIFE!
-[ ] Try to Improve Life. (requires human resources)
-[ ] Tutor Gottex
-[ ] Gohan says you can't make a Battery for Power cause it's Strange. But you can make Electricity Batteries. Why not Power??
-[ ] Write-in Project
[ ] Find some Employees, start an Empire of Gossard. Conquer Research Lab C to expand your holdings. Traitors will be executed
-[ ] Also encourage Gohan to do the same, NATION-FIGHT!
-[ ] Try to recruit Gohan as the Prince. Every nation needs an Heir.
[ ] Gohan achieved that strange form with an orangepoke...I wonder if Gohan would react in other ways?
-[ ] Shove Green into his Base form
-[ ] Shove Orange into his Base form
-[ ] Shove both Green and Orange into his Base form
-[ ] Greenpoke his Super Saiyan form
-[ ] Try to Supercharge his Super Saiyan form with your own Yellow Ki
[ ] Gottex is odd, that strange Red energy...TIme for SCIENCE!
-[ ] Add Green
-[ ] Add Yellow
-[ ] Add Orange
-[ ] Write-In combination and/or other experiment

[ ] Write-In, as always you can write-in anything, I will Veto the OOC stuff. Quite a few shinies will always be hidden behind Write-Ins, because I feed off Player Interaction

 

[lordchaos99]

You are Gottex Briefs, and you are...kind of hungry really. And have a short attention span.
You crawl away, a lock of pink hair fading into ebony black. Probably nothing important. Ooh cookie dough Nom.

You happily devour the treat your mind wandering back to Buru. He seemed a bit more, what's the word. Smart. He seems more attentive lately. Maybe it's his age, or maybe you are finally inspiring confidence and leadership with your presence as you should. Either way, he plays with you now, though he always avoids the Sparkythings. It's hilarious when you make his hair stand on end, he looks so silly.
You look down at your hands confused. Where did the cookie dough go? You like cookie dough. To take your mind off the grief and loss of your treat you focus your mind on the Yellow one. He and the Green one like showering those cool sparks. You wanna do that! You will do that.
You tap your fingers clumsily on the ground, counting out the beat within your head. The drumming.
The drumming.
The never-ending drumbeat of your soul.
You draw your other hand through the air, feeling the wind of the motion define your fingers. Then you simply expand them. A wreath of crimson energies forms around your fingers as you wriggle them. The crimson aura pulsing in time with the Drumming.

---

You are Gohan Briefs, and you are a Super Saiyan.
You feel rather comfortable in this form now, gone are the pangs of grief tugging at your soul, gone is the growling primal need for revenge. You sit on the ground, legs folded underneath you, your head bowed. Golden locks falling still, the false wind of the form quelled to nearly nothing. You raise your hands impossibly slowly, preserving the atmosphere without needing to reinforce it. A ball of golden light forming within your outer palm
"Masenko." You intone, calling forth a golden spear with the barest of efforts, a speck of your true power blossoming forth, moving at impossibly slow speeds because of it's relative weakness.
You then move, scorching the earth beneath your feet as the atmosphere blooms with impact heat. Fusion threatens and only then do you expand the protection of your skin to the air around you and the pleasant tingling halts.
You catch the destructive Ki you had just emitted and instantly redirect it to the side and repeat the process.
Around and around you shift, breathing in and out every few seconds. Acting thousands of times within that span, more. The world is a snapshot to you and nothing more.
You reach within yourself, touching the brightest spark of your Energies. The source of your transformation but you can never push yourself up to match it's radiance, your Ki never that bright, or that deep a colour.
So you begin again. Each time you redirect the Masenko blast you remove and add to it, watching how it's Ki shifts as you flay your own attack. Watching yourself indirectly.

To the outside observer you have vanished, and a perfect diamond outline made of brilliant light appears as a cohesive whole that sustains itself.
But it is not enough. You can feel it, right on the edge of understanding. Something Beyond the Super Saiyan, something purely Yellow unlike the crushing power of the Orange/Yellow cross. Your fingertips scrabbling at the sides but no further. You feel it burn within you, but whenever you try to bring it out it becomes like a candle in the wind. Snuffed out, and with it your Super Saiyan transformation.

---

You are Gossard Briefs, and "I am NOT the LEGENDARY SAIYAN!"
You roar your denial to the heavens, your hair turning from purple to black. The first time you had done so consciously. You smirk with contentment, reaching for the Green and twisting it back on.
Green bursts into the blueness of the sky as youweYOU banish yourself from your own mind. You feel shock from the link, now established. And feel yourself, and within yourself, Him. Another Legend you had been forcing in and out of the transformation. Months of it, snatches of freedom. You feel yourselfhim reach for your mind but you ignore it. Youhe areis much weaker in comparison to you, especially now.
You stretch yourself in the ecstasy of the moment. A flicker of You reaches out deceptively casual and then expands into pure destruction.
"I am Not the Legendary Saiyan, I am GOSSARD BRIEFS! The Legendary Half-Human Prince of All! Especially mind-absorbing green energies like This!" You cackle in pure Power, flash-stepping around the sky until a hundred ki-infused images remain including yourself. Go(ssar)d you are one awesome specimen, you think to yourself as you look at ninety nine past versions of yourself all held in place by an optical illusion and a minor little Ki trick.
"Uh, that's very nice and all, but I don't think Momma is the ruler of everything Gossard." Gohan interjects "Also, how do I know this isn't another trick?"
"Because I'm awesome and can understand basic human emotions unlike the little ball of hivemind knocking on my mental door? And if Momma is not ruler of everything, then why did she have us? Clearly as the best most powerful beings to ever exist who have tapped into both the Green and the Yellow before preschool we must only have the best Momma ever who is the ruler of all with her iron fist of tyranny. Or is destined to become as such due to our help, either way." You explain the self-evident facet of existence, wondering why Gohan couldn't understand that. Of course the strongest could only come from the best Momma, and of course you are the strongest.
Why is Gohan sighing?

---

You are Son Goku, and you are back! Also probably have some kind of transformation of some kind, you are rather more focused on the beautiful lady whose house you live in and the food she makes the cooks create.
You've been gone a long time, but you finally see a person without a halo. Oh, also your three beautiful half-alien children.
"Uh Bulma, weren't there two little babies who could shatter buildings when I left? Which one is this?" You ask confused, picking the littlest one up. She is adorable, you'd eat her up. But you won't because cannonballism is wrong and she is so cute.
"Goku did...Goku we talked about this, through King Kai's telepathic link." Bulma looks annoyed again, you missed that look, it always made your tail wag. When you had a tail, which was rather a lot of the time you knew her.
Your tail starts to wag "Well yeah, but you didn't say she was this strong, and she smells like a Guardian...oh my Kami, is she the new Guardian for the Lookout? Aww they grow up so fast."
Bulma looks rather stunned you had some detective reasoning, so you take the opportunity to put your latest and femalest son on your shoulders and lift into the air. You feel her try and chew your hair.
"I'm gonna show her the Lookout! Can never start too early with job training you know."
"Goku that's not" Bulma says something, but you are already gone to show Gottex her new office building.

---

You look suspiciously at the odd golden ball on the hat, while your twin Gohan holds a copy
"Now I couldn't pick which one of you should get it, but then I found out there were two sets now! I mean, I had to get Mr Popo to do weird stuff to make it not look stone and it one won't really work without Kami around." You don't know what you have to do with it, but you aren't missing. Either way, of course the Daddy (which you had learned was a title not a name, his name was Goku) gave you the broken one. He must have known you were onto him
"Oh well, it's not really for Wishin, it's for good luck." He puts the two hat-balls on your heads. You plot to swap your orange ball with four orange stars for Gohan's black-starred variant as soon as he sleeps.

---

You are the Namekian whose name is lost in time, you are the only surviving Super Namek you know of.
You are guiding two young prodigies. Watching them delve into themselves. Their power frightens you, as do their minds. Both in their brilliance and in their dark depths.
They truly are twins, equal and opposite. Power raw and unfiltered mirrored with perfect control.
Boundless potential in both, but in Gossard it grew greater and with that greater came with it the depths, instincts and compulsions that stain that part of his mind the colour of his hair.
The unshaped dagger in the back, and the perfectly controlled axe. Two contradictions in terms in the opposite measure and yet both equally deadly despite that. And together...
You have not had them spar, you do not wish to know how deep their teamwork or their knowledge of the other goes. But in the most subtle and blatant ways they act in unison. You did not ask them to match breath patterns, in fact you had given them each two different timings and yet they, unconsciously, had found the middle ground.

You watch two half-saiyans meditate, and give a silent plea of mercy to the Kais on behalf of whoever fought both at once, for they would need every aid imaginable. Also you plan to have Words later with their father about giving them Dragonballs. ESPECIALLY giving a Black-Star ball to anyone. ESPECIALLY Gossard.


You have 3 actions to choose from and are currently 3 and a half years old. Also, Things are going to start happening. Including a rather dangerous event because of butterflies, rolling and a couple of choices you made. You may want to think about how to use your Power.
[ ] Make Gohan teach you to go Super Saiyan, you cannot let him exceed you!
[ ] Conquer and assimilate Green, you will take what is yours from you and use it in your Base form
-[ ] The trick of Green Ki Consciousness (Blaster Shells), how to create Ki that swells with power and is guided by it's own version of You like you can innately do in the LEGENDARY SAIYAN form
-[ ] The Energy Shield you used the first time you assumed the form
-[ ] The ancient styles of the Saiyan race
-[ ] Write-In, there are a lot of Shinies here if you can only find them
[ ] Explore the third of the Saiyan transformations, the strange Orange Ki
[X] Learn how to shape Ki properly for use in attacks
[X] How to train your Ki properly
[ ] Learn a couple of magic tricks
[ ] Meditate
-[ ] On improving your Willpower
[X] Learn Martial Arts
-[ ] The styles of an Alien Race, a school whose origin is lost to time
-[ ] The personal style of the Demon King Piccolo
-[ ] The divine-inspired style taught to Mr Popo and the Planetary Guardians
-[X] The enduring and tough Turtle style created by Master Roshi and improved upon by Master Krillin
--[X] (write-in) Learn from Goku
-[ ] The dangerous life-draining school of the Crane, reformed by Master Tien and Master Chaotzu
[ ] The labs are never locked in CapsuleCorp, and the Employees always too terrified to disobey you
-[ ] EXPERIMENT!
-[ ] Try and make LIFE! ROBOTIC LIFE!
-[ ] Try to Improve Life. (requires human resources)
-[ ] Tutor Gottex
-[ ] Gohan says you can't make a Battery for Power cause it's Strange. But you can make Electricity Batteries. Why not Power??
-[ ] Write-in Project
[ ] Find some Employees, start an Empire of Gossard. Conquer Research Lab C to expand your holdings. Traitors will be executed
-[ ] Also encourage Gohan to do the same, NATION-FIGHT!
-[ ] Try to recruit Gohan as the Prince. Every nation needs an Heir.
[ ] Gohan achieved that strange form with an orangepoke...I wonder if Gohan would react in other ways?
-[ ] Shove Green into his Base form
-[ ] Shove Orange into his Base form
-[ ] Shove both Green and Orange into his Base form
-[ ] Greenpoke his Super Saiyan form
-[ ] Try to Supercharge his Super Saiyan form with your own Yellow Ki
[ ] Gottex is odd, that strange Red energy...TIme for SCIENCE!
-[ ] Add Green
-[ ] Add Yellow
-[ ] Add Orange
-[ ] Write-In combination and/or other experiment

[ ] Write-In, as always you can write-in anything, I will Veto the OOC stuff. Quite a few shinies will always be hidden behind Write-Ins, because I feed off Player Interaction

 

[lordchaos99]

You look askance at Goku, then back to Gottex using a large wooden cane to hold herself up, dressed in a deep blue cape and white robes. You are not quite sure how to handle this, so instead fall back to what you came to this floating tower for.
"Daddy, you will train me in the Turtle martial arts." You demand in a serious voice, calling him by his formal title.
"Aw geeze, I dunno Gohan, aren't you a little young for that? Besides I have to teach Gottex all about her new job." The man that supposedly provided half of your genetics says, ignoring the contradiction as if he didn't see it. Trying to stop you from achieving your full potential. You can't just learn the Demon King arts, Gohan would bring it up all the time that he mastered it first if that was your first style. Master Krillin and Master Tien were too terrified of you to train you, so the only option was to get the Rival to teach you something
"I'm Gossard." You point out, and he looks confusedly at your hat and then you bring out your secret weapon. Something put in place by Momma that you take full advantage of "Besides, it'll be uh...fun. Family bonding. Momma says you need to spend more time with me to uh, make me 'less hostile and distrustful of you'."
You aren't going to be less distrustful, but Momma is just confused about the deceitful innocent-looking snakecharmer.
"But I thought I gave Gohan the black-star Dragonball..." You whistle innocently. "Oh well. I suppose I could give you a few pointers, show you what Grandpa and Master Roshi taught me"
"Alright Gohan." "Gossard." "Right that, I'll teach you some stuff, but where will I get a Turtle Shell way up here?"

---

"Right kid, it's time you learnt how to be a true martial artist. With your father teaching you his style, you should probably know how to actually use it." The Namekian tries to loom over you, it's kind of adorable to think he can threaten a Legend.
You idly notice Krillin flying off, leaving you alone to train as you stand up.
Mister Piccolo slowly guides you through calling your Ki out and shaping it. Single sparks build into raging infernos if you don't keep your mind on your abilities but gradually you push through.
You simply pout in annoyance, reaching for another tiny spark of power as Mister Piccolo Materializes another craterful of dirt beneath your feet. Drawing out another spark, you hold it carefully. Cutting it off from your core you hold it away from you.

You can hold it just fine, but you are a rather giving person, so generous with your power that it overloads your shaping and pops like a skull. Again.
With a growl and a surge of effort you choose to do the opposite. Flooding your palms with power unlimited, opening your Energy to the air and simply commanding it to shape itself. A small supernova forms between your palms and slowly, ever so slowly, shrinks back down into a globe of light.
You expose your teeth, feeling Pride as you toss the ball of light back and forth.

---

You can feel his Ki surround the area, you do not like it. Ducking the fist thrown your way, you respond with a flurry of your own. Your every twitch faster than sound can propagate, so you take the easy way around. Your energy speeding the very air faster.
You flash-step a little too quick and a shockwave echoes in the clouds.
"Jan Ken, Chyoki!" You call out, two ki-infused fingers darting out of your quickened motion technique. Goku rears back, eyes just out of reach of the attack but you follow up immediately.
"Gu. Pa." You finish the three-strike combo, sending him back through the air. This is rather easy, he isn't that str-
"Heh, good job Gossard. Time for me to kick it up a notch." What.
"Kaioken!" His aura turns crimson, flicking up and suddenly he is right back in your face. Slipping into the Turtle form, you block. Carefully surging between the three Ready states of Jan Ken, Chyoki to shift your arm into position then back to Gu to take the punch without injury, then back to Pa to search for opportunity.. You growl as the style chafes, waiting for the few openings the style takes advantage of.
There. Slipping easily from the Pa, Paper into the Scissor style of Chyoki you strike. Slipping around Goku's strike with the added speed then back down into the heavy Gu.
"Counterattack. Jan Ken, Gu, Pa!" Two strikes sending your father flying away. Giving you a brief second of distance.
"Kame" Your hands down, ball of blue-white forming within. Deep within your body, pools of potential stir, pumping free from their resting state. Every iota of strength from a toddler killing machine gathered.
"Hame" The ball grows as you charge it, the prized technique of a dedicated martial artist scrounging for every scrap of Energy in his unsuited body. A technique for gathering crumbs of power now suffused with the power of a planet, no it is more than that. The power of a SUN!
"HA!" You exhale, and with it your stored beam. It lances across the empty sky unerringly aimed at the flickering red martial artist across from you

"Times Three." You hear from the distance as the red blazes higher and then vanishes just before your attack reaches. The beam of white atomizes the atmosphere as it makes it's way up and out, burning into space. With a feral growl you cast around and Fist!
Hand up to block, and again, duck and drift back and probing punch and block and block and dash to the side and block and NO!
You roar in outrage as this WEAKLING RIVAL forces you back. Reaching into yourself you touch the spark of Yellow inside you and Twist.
Your Aura flares Gold and Goku slows, his dash toward you looking more like a gentle jog. Almost casually you catch his fist within your hand, then drive your knee into his stomach. Stepping away, you rub your sore knuckles.
Shifting down out of the form. You've won. Again. And again it feels sour. Goku is hiding something, not fighting with his full strength.

---

Shockwaves fill the air as you push yourself past the limits of the calming technique. You are rather more focused on the clash of fists. Dancing through the air, dashing towards and away from one another to get the perfect angle, you impact your father again and again.
Dashing in, you push the Turtle style to it's most aggressive. Chafing under the form, but excelling in it. You are the perfect fighting machine and your age is still a Prime Number. You shudder to think what you can be with a second digit, or when your body is fully grown and your potential unleashed. You grin as you dash backwards, hands moving back into that iconic pose.
"I've been learning Daddy, let me show you what I invented." Your tone may be a little too thick with malevolent honey, but you feel this move deserves it.
"The" Calling upon the Green within you, a ball of greenblue light forming between your palms
"LEGENDARY" you lock your Ki sense onto Goku, then push that into the ball, and from there emanating out into your Ki spread in the air. The Tsuikihidan, the Homing Energy Wave, by channeling your Ki in the air and associating it with both your attack and a target you can make it guide itself with touches of Ki-Enhanced winds.
"Bubble" both innovations increase the charge time however, but you feel it worth it, for this. A quick inhalation.
"BEAM! HAAA!" You exhale, and keep exhaling. A beam of bright energy bursting from your hands at Goku. Naturally he tries to move, but it's a trap. Wherever he moves, so does the beam. Fragmenting from the solitary beam into a dozen independent spheres seeking him. And it keeps coming. Holding the pose as you launch the beam out, watching it fragment out as Goku tries to dodge
"Good one Son! But they'll pop eventually." Goku laughs, dancing through them.
But you simply smirk, watching them deepen in colour and expand. The Green Ki within them growing on itself rather than shrinking away. More and more bubbles of Ki fill the air seeking Goku as you drain your lungs. Every drop of Power within you moving to your palms and projected, tied to your breath. Bubbles of destructive air launching from your hands as you breathe out.
"AAAAaaaaa...gasp." A subjective eternity passes as you empty yourself, but eventually you drop. Taking quick gasps of air, but grinning triumphant. You should probably grab Goku before he hits the ground, but you have plnety of time to gloat at his unconscious form.

---

"Captain Samuel, reporting." The blonde teenager salutes smartly

---

You are resting on the Lookout, when a bad feeling washes over you. You look around suspiciously. Probably nothing. The four-star ball on your head pulses with anticipation, four of it's brother united and it would soon join them.


EVENT!
Where are you when the Fourstar Ball is targeted
[X] On the Lookout, looking after Gottex
[ ] Meditation in the sky
[ ] Gohan wants a spar limited to 10,000PL
[ ] CapsuleCorp, Momma wants you to do chores. Something about responsibility.
[ ] Write-In

 

[lordchaos99]

You sit on the white tiles of the Lookout, your beloved sister sat in your lap.
"And then the big bad wolf gobbled up the chatty little girl just like her delicious grandmother, because he was big and tough, while they were weak defenseless Humans." You take a couple of liberties with the words of the childrens book as you read to her. She seems to like it though, she hasn't touched the lasergun partially assembled in her lap in a full minute.
Noticing you'd paused in your reading, she takes her cue. Wriggling her nose, the page unsteadily floats over, turning.
"Good girl. You are getting the hang of this." You praise, bouncing the tiny half-Saiyan "Now as the big bad wolf sat there, licking his chops from his young snack a nasty lumberjack hero breaks into the wolves conquered lair with a pitiful lump of metal brandished high as if in a threat."

You notice the pitiful energy sources rising towards the Lookout, but continue reading. While strong for humans, the level is beneath your notice. Well below Gottex's power even.

"And the nasty hero was rewarded for his cowardly attack and lived off his fame for the rest of his sad weakling days. And that's why you never rely purely on offense, you need to hone your defensive skills as well when trying to eat people. The End." You finish, closing the book with a snap. Looking up as five Humans step onto the Lookout from thin air.
The leader, a teenaged blonde man with a Power just shy of 300 steps forward, blue eyes locked onto your unblinkingly. The other four flank him, a man and woman on each side trying to exude confidence despite
"May I help you?" You ask, setting Gottex on the ground next to you. Willing yourself to your feet rather than stand up, you cross your arms.
"Yeah, we'll be taking that there Dragonball you got." The red-headed hulk interjects, gesturing at you. Idly you consider giving it to them to annoy Goku, but think better of it. After all, if they want it it must be useful.
"Oooor." You draw the word out in a sardonic drawl, lips quirking up into a casually confident smirk "You could surrender now and I will only brutally dismember one of you...you, the ginger probably, you annoyed me."
"Gossard kill!" Gottex giggles a command. Teh leader steps forward, clearing his throat.
"Ahem, please excuse my subordinate. There is rather little reason to be impolite about these things. My name is Captain Samuel," He tries to affect forced casualness, a pitiful attempt at pretending maturity for the teenaged warrior "We will be out of you and your sisters way in but a moment, we simply require you to..."
You make eye-contact as he talks, growling
"Stand still for a little bit." He continues as your growl cuts out. Every muscle in your body frozen in place from your bicep to your orbicularis oculi.

You call upon your Power, Aura flaring around you. Your Energy spiking to it's peak as you focus your toddler willpower on moving. On closing your eyes.
Beside you, you hear Gottex cry out and be cut off like you were mid-noise.
The red headed one laughs at your struggles, shortly followed by the other subordinates of this 'Captain'.
"That's the thing with Ki." The teenaged magician smirks, maintaining his unblinking gaze "Bound up in the muscles. Remove the conceptual link between thought and action, and all the flashy lights in the world won't do anything. Such a pity you never learned Magic hmm?"
You would respond if you could, but his paralysis technique forbids even that. Instead you settle on forcing the issue. You take control of your Ki and stoke the green spark, your Aura turning bright green but your hair remaining pure black
"Tsk, I just said, all the flashy lights. You can't transform in your mind little monkey. It's a physical transformation am I right?" The black-starred Dragonball is plucked from your hat unceremoniously, and three humans achingly slowly move off the Lookout, moving like molasses to your enhanced reflexes. And you cannot do a thing. Struggling, your mind sending impulse after impulse to move, but your muscles receive nothing.
Samuel moves closer, kneeling to be closer to your eye level
"You are going to kill me when I blink aren't you." He laughs "The second you are free, I'll be dead and you will be going after the Dragonballs the people I work for are gathering. Oh how history repeats. It was your father that made me into this you know."
"Boss uh is now really the best-" his sole remaining squadmate asks, from the corner of your eyes you can see she looks nervous.
"Shut up Miriam. It was your father, Boy, that little monkey brat that disgraced him. Caused his death. So I will avenge him. Garlic Junior promised four heads on a platter for the four star Dragonball after all. Goku and Tao are two, an annoying rival from my school days...And my final one, is the one avenging my own death. You will die Monkeyspawn, you will die screaming."

You simply stare into his eyes, frozen in place and blazing with fury.
In the distance you feel a strange pulse of energy, while you stand immobile
"Any moment now you tiny brat." He crows with pride.

"YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED!" The deep voice echoes through the world. An ominous rumbling reaching even to the Lookout.
Samuel glances to the side, seeing the large red Dragon. It is the last thing he sees.
With a roar of pure fury your hair burns straight into Purple and his eyes dissolve into nothing. Two fingers glowing with Orange power embedded into the eye socket.
You grab his spine and experiment with Green energy a little. Forcing it into him and commanding it to Burn. Then carefully carving into his skin a scar 'Gossard'.
A blur of effort and every inch of his body bears your name, imbued with Hatred and Rage you imbue it with Green energy, dissolving past his skin into his very Soul.

You toss him from the Lookout, letting gravity take effect before he has a chance to scream. The energy in his system will not kill him, you won't kill him from the inside out. You, the energy within Samuel, burn just low enough to keep him conscious. Just low enough not to kill him as every nerve, every possible connection that could have led to a nerve, flares with agony. Agony that will only stop when he has a sudden impact with the ground. And at the rate gravity applies...
He screams for over five minutes.

The woman is let off easier. She simply has her head removed with a Ki Blast after you inscribe your name into her soul.


In the distance, Magic surges. Piccolo told you about the Black star Dragonballs

What do you do first?
[X] Grab the Dragonballs before they get away!
[ ] Someone named "Garlic Junior" wished for something. Kill him and find out what...no scratch that, reverse it.
[ ] Write-In

So yeah...THIS just happened

 

[lordchaos99]

"Gottex stay here on the Lookout. Anyone you don't recognize arrives, kill them." You command with cold fury, though frankly she couldn't leave without help, without the ability to fly. The baby clad in the uniform of the wise and the old nods solemnly, pulling herself up by Kami's cane.
"Mr Popo will keep you company." You tell her, before vanishing from even her enhanced vision.
[5.4]
Stretching your Green Energy higher you spot the column of light from the Dragonballs. The great red dragon fading out as you force yourself faster.
A pulse of force hits you like a Super Saiyan punch to the gut, but then your Emerald Energy takes hold of it, dissolving the connection. A pulse of force hits you like a Super Saiyan punch to the gut, slamming through your Green Energies as if it wasn't there to affect your unaltered soul. You force yourself through it as you spot the column splitting into seven lines. Grabbing the first easily, you feel the force pull back, and with it take a portion of you.
[5.4] [16]
You yell and move forward, confused to find your Perfect self lacking something, smaller than you were. The second ball you pluck from the air, casually holding them as they tug against your grip.
[5.3] [14]
The pressure increases, fueled by mystical power. You bring your power to bear, but it already has it's hooks into you. The moment of resistance has passed and each moment after the Wish Energy sinks deeper inside you, siphoning away more and more of your titanic potential. You feel yourself slowing down as the Dragonballs get further and further away. BUT YOU CANNOT! The third and the fourth join your collection.
[5.7] [10]
[5.3]
[5.5]
Your body aches, burns, the very Energy that you are cannot help but Burn your body. Legendary Energies fight against implacable, titanic Wish Power that bears upon it forced consent. You growl ferally, eyes focused on your prizes ahead.
The fifth dragonball, then the sixth. Stuffed under your Gi, they strain with mere mortal force to be free and even that quells slowly now their flight has been interrupted.
[5.1] [5]
You scream, your three year old body shaking with effort as you hold within you a thousandfold more than you could ever sustain. Your skin blisters and emerald light shines through like a lantern through paper. In the upper stratosphere you slow down, the final Dragonball racing away ahead of you.
[1] [1]
You gasp for air in the upper atmosphere, fingers stretched out, barely touching the flying orb. Scrabbling for a grip on the sleek Dragonball as the colour leeches from your hair. You are not the LEGEND, you are not Legendary enough to achieve the form.
You are Gossard Briefs, half-human and with the lack of potential that implies. A vast suction in your soul leading to the planet below. Tears boil away from your cheeks as you freeze in the unnatural tugging cold.
You feel gravity take hold. Pulling you back down to Earth.

A Dragonball clutched in your fist.

---

Your soul is overburdened, and it burns. An enormous amount of Ki strains inside you, like air inside an overinflated balloon. With every possible outlet it tries to pour through.
Your skin shines as you develop an entirely natural aura of flames. The heat of reentry nothing but tingling to your majesty, but each speck of Ki used to protect against that comes with it a dozen more bursting out wasted and forever gone.
You strain and struggle for the Legendary form again, but no matter how many times you twist the Green within you it does not respond. Cannot respond. It only responds to Legends after all.
And a pathetic brat with the lowest potential possible for a lifeform cannot possibly be Legendary.

The ground rises in your view. Details ever so slowly picking their way out.
And with strained, painstakingly small, emissions of Power you guide your way. You cannot spend frivolously, for it will not come back, so you simply guide your fall at the concentration of Power. The place where the column had appeared.
The location of Garlic Junior. Whose power you can feel, power welling up, burgeoning into the thousands, tens of thousands, above.
Power stolen from you. Potential stolen from you.

---

You land at terminal velocity in the courtyard of a destroyed castle. Onyx eyes glare hatred at the small green man in front of you, setting the Dragonballs on a nearby pile of rubble.
"Ah, so you do maintain some measure of strength. Still, it won't be for long hahaha." The thing laughs. Surrounding him are three other green men who all assume fighting stances when they see you. Standing behind them, looking blankly at nothing, is Mister Piccolo. A stylized chess-piece castle marking his forehead.
"What did you do." You demand, shifting into the limiting stance of the Turtle. You keep your durability low however, your skin no longer pulsing with Ki freeing itself, though within you feel the same pressure remaining.
"One single Wish monkeyboy. A wish to solve all of my problems. I wished for the potential and the power of every True Martial Artist on the planet, and their descendants. And look what I got!" A casual flick of his wrist and a mountain in the distance detonates.
"Oh it is such a rush! And to think, I was going to wish for Immortality first. But then you came along, with your aura of Death and Despair, your colossal Power! Of course, the Dragonballs on their own couldn't strip everyone, no many of you exceeded the strength imbued upon it's creation. But fortunately, I had it's creator here, ready and not-so-willing to improve them, a little Super kickstart. Give them a little, software patch, so to say. You'd know about that, little Briefs, son of that horrid blue-haired bit-"
You see red for a second, and before you realize it you are putting a fist through Garlic Junior's face. Only to pale when it simply shifts his head slightly, his eyes locked on you.
"-tch. Heh. Precocious Brat!" He punctuates the last word by burying his hand into your stomach.
"Leave my brother alone if you wish to live." You hear the call as a golden-haired Demi-Saiyan lands, within his palms two glowing orbs of Power form "The only, and I do mean sole, person allowed to inflict grievous bodily harm upon his physical or mental form is his twin the half-saiyan half-human monozygotic twin otherwise known as Gohan Theodore Briefs, or colloquially ME. So step away before I render each and every organ you possess into a fragmentary state and proceed to force you to ingest them at the same time AS MY FIST!
"What?" The Makyan blinks.
"Heh..." you cough, smirking as you interpret "Step away or he will ram your own organs down your throat. Also his middle name is Theodore."
"Not the time Gossard." he growls, teal eyes locked onto Garlic.


Mister Piccolo stirs, his eyes refocusing, on you. He growls like a rabid beast, but shifts fluidly into Gohan's favored stance. The three other Makyans look conflicted, between which twin to attack.

What Do?
[X] Be Gossard
-[X] Look at Gohan, look at the power he wields, the power he STILL HAS. You want it, you want to be STRONG, you want to make the enemy hurt. You want to avenge Momma's honor, you want to avenge Gottex, you want Mr. Piccolo back!
-[X] This is your fight, YOU ARE FIRSTBORN, YOU ARE THE LEGENDARY SAIYAN PRINCE! YOU WILL NOT LOSE TO A LOWLY THIEF!
-[X] But you cannot feel the Green, are you not a Legend? NO! You are BETTER, STRONGER, YOU MUST WIN! YOU WILL NOT LOSE TO TRICKERY, YOU WILL NEVER BE A WEAKLING!
-[X] You cannot be weak, you cannot lose now, this is not happening. AT ALL! You are Gossard Briefs and YOU ARE STRONG. You reject a reality where you are weak, where strength can be stolen. YOU. WILL. WIN!
[ ] Be Gohan
-[ ] How do you fight Garlic?

 

[lordchaos99]

(What if: False Super Saiyan broke the 4th wall: 4th Wall What-If)

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"Of c-course this is time." You hiccup, skin glowing lightly with completely tamed energy that is not trying to fly away from YOU AS YOU LACK THE-
You shake yourself, shifting down into the Turtle Form. You are Gossard briefs, and no lowly little Green Thing and his pet Reptile can get the better of you.
"Why wouldn't it b-be time. Just a stupid argh. little..." You trail off, your black eyes boring a hole in Garlic Junior. If your looks could kill, his soul would be halfway to Otherworld by now. With a mental note to learn that technique from Goha-Pain. An extended green arm slamming into you.
You roar out your Pride and your Denial, shooting from the ruined wall that was your resting place and you eye your attacker. A mind controlled Mister Piccolo, settling into an unknown stance. You can't remember seeing him use it before. No matter, he is STILL PICCOLO! You have exceeded his power months ago. With a wordless scream you launch yourself through the air, tapping a large amount of your dwindling immense and infinite Power you curl your fist back and attempt to cave your Mentor's chest in.
He grunts with pain, doubling over from the impact. A spray of alien blood from his mouth from your impact and you notice a wash of raw Ki energy flow off him and dissipate.

It seems he has the same issues yo. It seems he has issues holding his Ki as it drains into Garlic Junior. And you can take plenty of advantage of his weakening state.
You smirk, stepping back and settling into the defense Turtle style, then glance over at Gohan. You face twists into a sneer as you see the shining Golden Fighter playing with YOUR KILL. Slamming the small Makyan in a diamond shape using weak Masenko blasts to redirect him. Form dropping as you narrow your eyes at the display
"You know, this is how I train. Tearing apart a Masenko-Ha" the green man screams as the energy blast rips at him "and reforming it, as I slam it around. Really helps me understand how my Ki works, don't you think? Masenko-Ha! Studying is such an effective tool to teach things, like NOT ruining my lunch with attempted murder."
You should be doing that. You are the ELDEST. THE FIRSTBORN SON! THE LEGENDARY SAI-"
You stumble and sink to your knees, pain wracking your form. You don't understand. You don't...You look up at your mentor, who snarls back in a mindless beastial tone. The golden tower sigil on his brow pulses.
"Mister PiccolO! Snap out of it! SNap o-out..." You rise through force of will, wondering why bruises cover your form. It cannot be the pathetic weaklings surrounding you, they are Weaklings! A hundredfold increase of their abilities and they Might equal your base form. Your muscles tremble as you hold Your Energy Yours in.
"Snap out of it Mister Piccolo! Do it!" You yell, grabbing his fist "You are stronger than this! I am stronger than this!"
Your hand is wreathed in a golden aura as you look up, glaring balefully at the mark. Your hand is wreathed in crimson as Piccolo jumps back, clutching the mark like he is burned.
You grin in triumph, taking a step forward. And then lifted into the air, twitching, by your tail.
"..." your captor says but you do not hear him, boiling in rage, injured pride and DENIAL that this happened. A Weakling, a Green Pretender weakling is touching YOUR TAIL!
You can't hold it. Can't hold your energy, your entire body shakes and enough energy to glass a Planet (where did the rest go...no, no you ARE STRONGER THAN THIS) bursts from your body uncontrolled.
You fall into the crater, landing heavily. Pain. Pain from, from falling. Chunks of green flesh land around you as you tremble.

You Refuse.

You swish your tail from the reaching grasp of the Weakling and glare at him. Raising your hand to unleash an atomizing Ki Blast.
A spark forms in your hand, then sputters and dies.
"What...What happened." You comment, mostly to yourself, in sheer disbelief. A faint breeze begins upwards then stills as a wave of exhaustion rushes over you.
"NO!" You scream in denial. You are STRONG! You are the Strongest IN THE GALAXY! You are GOSSARD BRIEFS! THE LEGENDARY HALF-SAIYAN PRINCE!
And you Refuse this outcome.
The wind kicks back up suddenly as lightning crashes down. Once, twice, thrice. You Ascend into the air, feeling your FULL UNLIMITED POWER! Restore itself. You ignore the pitiful draining, you are Gossard and such things cannot harm you or diminish your Majesty.

"..." you hear, but the wind whisks the words away.
You have things to Make Right and Pretenders to viciously flay. A single thought and you Move, a shockwave forming from your motions as you appear behind the Weakling that grabbed you tail.
As you remove his major organs, you look up. And smirk.
A dozen Weaklings come to take you down. Greenmen, and a single pink-skinned girl. You delight in the slaughter. Dancing between them, each motion accompanied by a powerful Ki Blast
"COME AND GET SOME YOU PRETENDERS!" You roar in delight, laughing.
You blink and they have swapped appearance
Disembowling a pitiful human with a finger, you survey the battlefield, littered with the corpses of a hundred former enemies. Something seems wrong, but you ignore that, too delighted in the opportunity for combat.
You look down and see Gohan struggling with a weakling...one of Garlic's henchmen if you recognize him correctly.

"Gossard stop!" Your brother appears in front of you "YOU ARE MAKING HIM STRONGER! Now stop testing your powers and actually fight!"
You are confused...no, Gohan must be confused, perhaps some strange perception filter on the men?
You see one of Garlic's men on the ground, standing but trembling in pain as he clutches his brow, which is currently on fire. You grin and charge up a simple Ki blast.
You blink, and suddenly...
"Piccolo?"

You drop down to his side
"Haven't you snapped out of that control yet? Let me help you." You are worried about him after all. Touching the magical sticker, you tear it off, looking down at it. Watching it melt into water and evaporate within subjective seconds.
"Pi-" you start to say, before Gohan slams into you groaning. You set him down gently and look over at Garlic Junior Himelf? How did you forget him...how did you not realize...
How is he so powerful!

"Oops, sorry about tha-" He begins before you launch yourself at him
"WOAH! Hey stop that Monkeyboy! What are you doing!" He asks in a panic, ducking your sudden attack. Settling into the Demon King stance, he deflects your blow. Cringing in pain at the slight contact deflecting caused
"Monkeyboy it's me, Garlic Junior!" He boasts, as he backs away from you
"I know who you are Garlic! And how dare you do that MY BROTHER!" You launch yourself at him in anger
"This is just like last time...is this going to happen every Gottex-damned time!"


Garlic Junior just beat the crap out of Gohan! How do you want to avenge him?
[ ] BUBBLE BEAM!
[ ] Dismemberment
[ ] Long and drawn out beating until every bones is broken
[ ] Write-In?
[X] Hallucination Revealed

 

[lordchaos99]

Your name is Gohan Briefs, and you are pissed.
You toy with the small Makyan who vexed you, dashing past him to alter his trajectory nearly casually.
"Masenko. Masenko. Masenko-HA!" You call out each time. You do not strictly need to do so, but it feels much more gratifying as you send him flying, his outfit slowly shredding from the extended exposure to Life Energy.
You almost feel sorry for the poor fool. Sending his minions after you, after Gossard. You felt Gottex and her terror when she was caught in that diabolical trap.
"MASENKO-HA!" You intone a little stronger than you intended, tapping your Golden Strength and sending the Elfin magician off track. You scratch the back of your head embarrassed, taking the moment to look around at the carnage Gossard has wrought.

That...is rather a lot of craters, you also were pretty sure there were less than a dozen fighters initially. Two dozen mercenaries lying scattered around in various pieces, enough to turn the stomach of a normal Human. You look dispassionately at the scene, then back to Garlic Ju...oops.
The wannabe world conquerer looks rather shocked, glancing up at you. Garlic Junior lying on top of him.
"Oops, sorry about that!" You call down. He looks strange...flickering...His hair looks much too orange for his Yellow Aura technique. Almost like...
Oh, crap baskets. He is moving at you rather quickly...and his Power Level.
"WOAH! Hey, stop that Gossard! What are you doing!" You duck the sudden left hook, then settling your Ki into the Demon king rhythm knock your forearm against him, barely driving his brutal right cross off course. Pain spikes down the Radius bone and you are in trouble. Somehow he found a higher form, and Not the Super Saiyan form you possess.
"Gossard, it's me Gohan!" You shift back out of immediate punching range, hoping quite a bit that this new form isn't as insanity-inducing as the last.
"I know who you are Garlic! And how dare you do that MY BROTHER!" He launches at you and you twist around him, letting him flow past you without making contact.
"This is just like last time...is this going to happen every Gottex-damned time!" You sigh and shake your head. Spiking your power up to full combat readiness rather than the playing around Garlic received.
Four times. Whatever form this thing was it resulted in a crazed brother four times as strong as you. Trying to kill you for hurting yourself.
"RAAAGH!" Came the intelligent reply as you frantically dance between his blows. Impacts bruise immediately from the sheer force of impact even so while you maintain full defensiveness. You can only hope that, whatever this is, it tires quickly. It is new after all, untrained unlike your Golden form.

Reaching out with your Ki Sense, Gossard moving faster than light propagates. Tracking his movements by the fluctuations and shape of his Energy, you do all you can to just maintain under the sheer assault.
"It's like you don't even understand the irony here!" You cry out exasperated, only to double over as you find a rather large obstruction to run into.
"YOU HURT MY BROTHER! My brother would never be hurt by the likes of you." Gossard growls in as deep a voice as his three year old throat can reach. His pupils completely vanished, as sheer hate radiates from them, slowly withdrawing his fist from your stomach.
"Wait, that doesn't make sense. Gohan is strong, especially in that copycat Super form of his." His brows furrowing in confusion. His Aura flickers to a deep orange but the strange not-quite-right reflection on his aura doesn't change a shade. He looks at you, then down at Garlic and Piccolo, the latter of which is being fed a Senzu bean from Tien. Chaotzu carefully looking down at the unconscious villain.
"That's because I am Gohan, what is wrong with your eyes!" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
With a yelp you dash out of the way of the sudden punch, and into another one. Balls of hydrogen undergoing fusion in unreal pointed form float around your head as you fall from the air.

It takes you a while, but you manage to shake off the effect before you fell two feet. You cannot handle him as you are, he is going to Kill you before he realizes!
With a pained grunt of effort you reach deep within yourself. Silently begging to whatever Kami is out there and isn't your little sister, to let you finally reach that hidden peak...
PAIN! The energy slips through your fingers as two ribs shatter, the culprit hovering above you condescendingly.
"What are you hiding Garlic." He sneers, and something inside you gives way.

He is always doing this. Lording it over you, his immense natural talents for destruction and that insanity-inducing Green haired form, and now THIS THING. You sneer back at him as a torrent of emotion floods your soul. And he helps you, raises you up and serves as your balance. And Every. Goddamn. Time. He gains another colour, something goes wrong and he tries to kill you.
A roar of pure Determination fills the air, and you explode. The Evil Energy Wave forcing Gossard back as Pure Gold fills your veins.
You Ascend further. Tapping deep into your Golden Energies. The pure golden Spark of power forcing you to higher peaks. Your hair spiking up, bleaching even paler.
Your name is Gohan Briefs. And it is YOUR duty to stop Gossard when he gets like this.

You flash-step up and try to repeat his rather generous and recurring practice of violently rupturing internal organs. Only for him to grab your wrist and twist it to the side. His power, even in your Golden form is overwhelming.
Orange streaks fill his Aura as he smirks sadistically. You growl, your emotion much too pure and direct to be put into words, merely sounds.
Your great Golden Aura flares brightly, dazzling his eyes (not that either of you are using them to see with). You scream in pain as your Ki spikes more. Further.
Deep within the corners of your Soul lies true, unending determination. The drive to Keep. On. Going. The need to beat your twin into the ground for HIS OWN DAMNED GOOD!
"GOSSARD BRIEFS! YOU WILL CALM THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT NOW!" You push your Gold further. Past the point of your recently achieved Super Gohan form. You Ascend, WITHIN an Ascension.
Pure power bursts out of you, and the castle disappears. Unfiltered Gold rushes through your body, every single nerve ending filled with its own lightning bolt. Every muscle dunked into pure Magma. Every bone crushed under the weight of, not just a single world, but the combined weight of the Galaxy. Every drop of blood replaced with Destruction Incarnate.

You scream, eyebrows boiling away.
You roar, shifting your stance from unguarded agony, into a pitiful mockery of the Demon King ready stance
Tears well up, but this form does not have tear ducts. So you endure.
You Endure. For Gossard's sake. Eternal agony wreaks havoc within you, but you Endure. Because Gossard Briefs could never, ever, live without you to hold him back from doing some impossibly Stupid.
You Endure as your hair extends. Inch by impossible inch. Down to your waist.
You ASCEND within an Ascension. Holding the form by pure FORCE OF WILL.



"My name, is Gohan Briefs. I am an Ascended Super Saiyan. AND YOU WILL CALM DOWN GOSSARD OR I WILL TELL MOMMA!"

---

(To be continued, I just...Gah)

 

[lordchaos99]

You move Faster than you ever have before. An Emerald shield forming to block his jab, you let it shatter, it's job done. You flare across the sky, shockwaves from your passage buffeting the smoking crater that was a historical relic of a simpler time.
You are strong than him. In both Power and Strength, you outweigh your crazed brother as you dance amongst gale force winds and through his guard. His body lean and suited for speed, almost too much
Every subjective second burns through your reserves, every action tearing another drop from a dry riverbed but you Keep Moving. His speed is immense, a full thirteen Million units dedicated to running rings around you.

But that speed came at a cost. With your reverse engineered Emerald shield his blows simply falter. Your return blows are simple dodged but you do not care, eventually he will fa-ACK! Pain rushes through your body as the immensely draining form seeks even more. You don't have the time. Every instant tears at you, you can feel the tumultuous form receding even as you hold it close.
You Need to finish this quickly. A powerful technique that can actually hit Gossard with his weakened but agile form. You search your mind for something, anything, as you launch a barrage of counter-attacks.
The force of impact from your blows echo behind Gossard, even with your protective Energies mingling with the air. You are not used to this level of combat.

And then you feel it. A rib cracking under your assault. You actually landed a blow. You grin in triumph, only to see Gossard's smarmy smirk.
"You think that's all it takes to bring down ME!" He roars, and you curse his endurance. That inability to stay down, even despite his relatively weak and thin figure. Pain makes itself known again, your spine cracking with the force only to be perfectly fine a second later. Illusions of Stamina-draining transformations aside, you redouble your attack. Burning through hidden reserves you didn't know you had just to stay in the Ascended Super Saiyan form.
Your opponent, that mentally ill idiotic Twin of yours, grins the entire time. You can practically hear his blood Sing at the rush of combat.

You politely ignore your own singing blood, this is important. You grin in exaltation, lost in the furious dance. You know his every move before he makes it, and it is barely enough to pull ahead. Each punch tearing through his swift defenses. Each one drawing him ever closer to defeat, just as each subjective minute draws you closer to your limit.
His Aura burns pure orange, the unsettling tint remaining on his hair and skin. Ripples of pure power emanate from both of you as you clash and disengage. Golden Yellow against Princeton Orange, both Auras flickering in uncertainty.
Yours from growing exhaustion. His from the nature of the form itself.

You flash-step behind him, hands together in a brutal haymaker.
"Time is up." you hear in your head, as Princeton deepens to a deep Tawny shade. You look down at your fist, held in Gossards hand almost casually. I feel strange, you felt rather disoriented as if you would feel like up was down and the strange presence expands within your mind.
"Good match Gohan." You hear whispered into my mind. It rushes from your brain, the sudden loss stunning you for a single moment. And in that moment you see the prideful grin of your Twin. And then pain blossoms from your stomach and blackness overtakes you.

You will get him back for this.

---

You watch your brother look at you shocked and betrayed. His eventual revenge will be so worth that priceless look.
You take a moment to revel in the Power of your new form. You quite like it. It feels like the Yellow of Gohan but not, a tint or simply very similar.
A name echoes in your mind, though you do not like the connotations. You slowly Descend from False Super Gossard, down into the False Super Saiyan form, and then again. Your hair returning to it's natural black and your pupils reappearing.

You catch your determined little brother and float down into the crater. You have a Makyan to incinerate.

---

"Castle Makyan has been destroyed in a freak meteor shower. Reports are coming in that the sudden shower destroyed this historical site late this afternoon. Witnesses report seeing atmospheric disturbances and a pillar of red, followed by several loud impacts culminating in a titanic explosion, that destroyed the site." The reporter explains to the cameraman. Her back to the still-glowing cater that was Gohan's Ascension.
"This site was said to be the homelands of the Makyan people, a dwindling tribe of elfin appearance. Myth states that the castle itself was built around the fallen starship that carried them to this world. The site had fallen into disrepair since the Makyans migrated south three hundred years ago, in the Four Hundredth Century but prior was the cultural center of their empire. The nominal owner, a reclusive Makyan by the name of Garlic Junior, was unavailable for comment. This marks the fall of the last Makyan Cultural Heritage Site. This is Hazel Noudelle from Channel Five, signing off."

---

"In other news," The news anchor states, tapping his papers against the desk "the recent spring of industrial thefts shows no signs of stopping. The mysterious thief struck again in broad daylight, removing several tonnes of processed metals from a Refinery. An eye-witness at the scene reports the perpetrators to be a trio, two women and a young teenaged boy who used numbered codenames. They were seen wearing insignias of the defunct Red Ribbon Army, causing some to speculate they may be operatives from a reforming Army, though others believe it to simply be an intimidation tactic. For more, we turn to our roving reporter Coffey. Coffey?"
He turns as the view shifts.

---

"Capsule Corporation stocks have risen again this week, on a tidal wave of gratitude and the smell of profit in the water. The new and patented cybernetic attachments showcased last season at the Brief Expo have made their public debut, with CapsuleCorp CEO, Doctor Jock Briefs personally overseeing the first surgery. In a generous donation, the first one thousand of each of the artificial limbs were given free to patients formerly disabled for life." The newscaster says.
"These miraculous devices link up to the patient's nervous system to provide Peak-Human artificial limbs. Testing has shown a 99.999% adoption rate with no notable negative side-effects, even in failed attachments. With this coming on the heels of the newly developed advances in genome and epigenome alteration allowing unborn babies with genetic defects to have the effects cured before their birth, pioneered by his daughter Bulma Briefs, it seems very likely that CapsuleCorp is going to be the forefront of yet another sweeping change for the better."

---

Please select your Interlude. Whichever you do not choose, will not happen. So select very carefully.

[X] A Prophetic Present to an Orphaned Son
[ ] A Number, Increments Upwards
[ ] Freedom At Last
[ ] The Golden Apple
[ ] A Cooler Universe

 

[lordchaos99]

A golden-haired man stood in the small spaceship, staring out the viewport into the depths of space. Though the empty vacuum was not what he truly saw.
Within his minds eye, probabilities rose and fell like sea foam on the beach, but with a mental step back they vanished.

A chain of interlocking events cause a wave, and though within that wave some things remained unpredictable, the general flow of time flowed up onto the beach that was the present and the future was made. Silently, the young man counted down, his finger resting on an inconspicuous blue button.
"Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." The man sings low under his breath a song he has never heard, of an alien species he never met nor will ever meet.
"Happy birthday, my Raditz. Happy Birthday to you. Gah, I'm getting soft in my exile. Need to stop looking at Kakarot's timeline, developing paternal instincts." He grumbles, but his lips curl into a smile.

"Five, four, three, two, one." Tapping the button, a pod shoots out directionless into the void of space. Where it will drift aimlessly, inexorably towards a certain planet. A planet that was scheduled to be invaded in over a thousand years by a certain son of a certain low-class warrior.
"I wonder if it was my line or Gines...Oh who am I kidding." He smirks sardonically as his golden hair crackles with power. "Sigh, I miss you Gine. And I can't even give you a gift unlike Raditz. Well, not without...Maybe it is time."

Turning his back on the viewport and receding pod, he reaches into a small compartment on the ship, where two communicators rest.

---

With a moment of thought he makes his decision.
"Hello, Prince Trunks, I accept your offer." The Father of Goku vanishes in a burst of Time Energy.

---

With a moment of thought he makes his decision.
"Towa, you had better fulfill your part of the deal but, I accept." The Super Saiyan vanishes in a burst of Time Energy.

---

The tiny monkey-tailed boy looked at the crashed pod suspiciously. It was just sitting there, after nearly taking his head off. He was just minding his own business, slaughtering fleeing civilians when it came down right over his head, embedding itself in the storefront next to him where it hadn't moved since. With a casual wave of Power he ends his fun and the lives of many. Approaching the small pod, his tail wrapping around his waist tightly.
He opens the ancient relic, a soft hiss of atmosphere as the inside is exposed to fresh air for the first time in a millennia. And the course of his entire life changes.

---

"Raditz pay attention!" The younger Saiyan demands "Stop reading that Space-Voodoo book, the future isn't real. Now what will be Frieza-Planet 998 is known as Collared Dandria by the locals, probably referencing it's ring or something. It's a Tuffle-like race again, though scouts report something about a natural knack for eye beams. So try not to be surprised by that."
Raditz looks up from the dataslate, refocusing his attention onto his Prince.
"It's not just future-telling, and it does work!" He grumbles under his breath.

---

"Hey Raditz, do ya think you could do that Power-Infusion thing to these seeds while they are growing?" A general without an army asks, bent over a microscope. He knew the best way to grow a strong warrior was to find something they liked and then focus it onto combat, and until that mysterous pod he just hadn't found what made Raditz tick.
But that apparent birthday present from his father, it lit a fire under the boy. If only he could get him less focused on that silly book of Prophecy and Fortune-Telling and back onto the same track as his father. A combat scientist, one of the best who had finally unleashed the power of the Oozaru to a Saiyan's command with the Power Ball. What could his son be like if properly harnessed and raised within the field rather than adopting it like his father.

General Nappa glances at the tiny boy with enough hair for the both of them (which was fortuitous, as his own kept falling out). The boy was hooked he just needed a skillful hand to pull him out of the waters of mediocrity.
"It wouldn't work Nappa." The boy shakes his head "Saibamen don't use normal Ki, an influx of raw energies in such a volatile state is more likely to make them explode than gain any benefit. And after they have enough presence of mind to integrate the Power they have already been cast into their molds."
"Well then, perhaps the opposite way might help? Have you ever considered reversing the transfusion technique?" Nappa turns towards the boy and smirks victoriously at the sight before him.

---

(PoV shift: Raditz)

Your eyes glow before you touch down onto this planet's Lookout Tower.

You flare your Power into the visible spectrum. Stepping out of the way you leaves a faint image of yourself behind to attract attention, then shifting behind your assailant.
You never liked invading worlds with Guardians, they always put up a fight and tempted out your tricks. Casting your Sense out to track Prince Vegeta. Still on the other side of the planet. Good.

The red-skinned ancient being looks momentarily puzzled as his hand passes through your Afterimage. You cup your hands and draw them to your waist.
"Turtle. Destruction. WAVE!" You incant the ancient Mnemonic. The technique of an alien race you had never met launches from your hands, boring deep into the Divinely-Chosen Guardian of a pitiful ball of dirt.
"What. Was that?" You spin around in shock at the words, spotting Nappa land, his hand tapping the scouter. "How did you concentrate your Power like th-"

You blink, glow fading. Touching down on the Lookout Tower, you sway out of the Guardian's lunging attack. This is going to hurt quite a lot.
You cross your arms as you feel the buildup of Power, and not a moment to soon as a golden burst of Power lances at you.
You are driven back by the blast, inch by inch, until you feel it suddenly halt. Opening your eyes you see General Nappa standing before you, casually ignoring the beam of Power as his Aura flickers with potent gold.
"Come on Raditz, keep up. It's only a weakling with a Power of..." He taps his scouter
"Heh, 4,000. That's not bad for a punk on a tower playing at Kami. But not good enough, when I'm fully rested." He walks forwards, through the beam as if it was nothing more than a particularly bright flashlight. His Aura flickers once and he grunts in pain taking a step back, but then he keeps moving protected by his Power.
What follows is both quick and brutal.

"Come on *munch* Raddie, *munch* Vegeta says it's time to pack up and go." The bald General says, between mouthfuls.
"We have a new mission and a new planet. Some world called...Cublora or something."
You freeze, you know that name.

---

"To my eldest son Raditz. You should be around the age of seven now, a full year of study after your sixth birthday present. Congratulations on reading this fluently, but now is not the time for praise. There is work to be done. General Nappa and the Prince Vegeta cannot know of the future, all of my explorations of the future sight have shown me that if they know of the events laid within this letter, the events will not come to pass, and for the less because of it.
When you and your team attempt to invade Cublora you will be repulsed by powerful foes. In a timeline without my present you would have remembered Kakarot and volunteered to fetch him to aid the three of you. You will replicate this event as it is important."

You read the passage again for the thousandth time in your Pod, the Comms muted except for the emergency channel as Nappa is passing the time in the only way he knows how. Attempting to induce the Prince into such a state of rage the Prince attempts to murder his General with his mind.

"-nd after you send that message to that scum Frieza yo-"

"Raaaaditz. You can't ignore me Raditz. It isn't poliiite." Oh goddamn it he got bored with Vegeta. "Hey Raddie, areeeee wethereyet?"
You silently weigh the pros and cons of murdering the man.



Mechanics Information:
Raditz, PL 4,000
Very skilled at esoteric Ki techniques from a variety of alien races Bardock scried or techniques that Raditz himself has prophesied in potential futures from alien species.
Zenith level Hairdresser
Rather good at knitting
Knows a technique that knits Ki, creating a personal-scale energy shield that is rather taxing to form but sustains itself quite easily and is redundant (its also environmentally sealed and retains heat)