You sigh, looking at the twisted metal and blazing fires around you. You pick up the waxy thick pencil in front of you and begin writing
"Day Three, the Ki still reactƨ exploƨively with the Umbrafold meant to quell it. Containment steps cannot proseed until the Energy are quelled, though theotically it ƨhould maintain the Energy indefinitely in a self-going cycle. The Umbrafold is the only iƨƨue remaining to instllllng a Human number of energy inside. Maths models do show signs of subtrction around 70 Units but only because the Osolathe cannot ƨpin fast enough, it becomes overloaded. Perhaps if I can have the machine ƨhape the Ki into some form of teknique, just a ƨingle one to speed the lathe up. Then the Osopherous could reach the fast speeds. Still theotical of course. Umbrafold still eludes.
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"Day Seven, Gohan told me it was imposƨible again. Having snuck the previous prototype under hiƨ bed as revenge, my doubts return. Perhapƨ the Umbrafold simply cannot work, a machine Network, when the Ki network does not even have phyƨical form. I do have one idea thogh. If I reverse the direxion of the electromagnet field and then use that as a method of ƨpeeding up the Umbrafold's core Nourmus Intergratory Thing, the NIT could outƨpeed the Ki Pulƨation Ration rather than let it build up Xs and Bad Stuff until it failƨ destructively causing a chain reaction among the other componentƨ of the machine until the Ki is released and causes an Exploƨion."
"Day Ƨeven Part Two. It worked! The Umbrafold affected the Ki network into compacting into a quiet yet dense ƨtate where it would fit into the Outer Shell. Prototopical Shapers do not work thogh. But ƨecond type worked and Human Energy stored for two hourƨ with no ƨign of subtrction. Third type with 50 Unit begun hour with no ƨubtrction."
You look down at the multi-coloured research notes, then at the two giant machine humming malevolently. You did it. To a puny extent, but you caught and maintained Power outside of a Living Body! You decide to steal Gohan's dessert in celebration.
"Gossard! Momma said Dinner was ready." You hear from the stairs and you flicker and fade from view, Afterimage dissipating as your Power flares. Food!
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Fire. The combustion of matter into plasma and usually detritus caused by high excitation of Thermal Energy within molecules and atoms. But that isn't what you seek. You discard the correct answer and Feel for your own.
Fire is a distraction, an inconvenience you ignore. It radiates from you when you wish it, converting Ki into searing heat, and quells at your will. Flickering flames are the most vicious of all nature, greedily reaching to devour but cowardly towards the slightest breath of wind. Until it roars forth and devours the wind to feed it, growing greater and stronger. It remembers it's fear and rebels, devouring every breath of air, every source of fuel to reach every higher. To scream it's revenge to the Heavens for Gottex to hear.
Yes, Fire is Cowardice, but also Greed and Revenge and Opportunity. You dwell on this, feeling the Concepts within your mind crystallize. Then you breath it forth. You force the cowardly soldier to the battlefield with a command hinting at far worse danger for the traitors. You get revenge on the very air in front of you, for ill-reasoned Wrongs that do not matter only that the Air has Wronged you and needs to be eliminated.
You breath, and the Concept of Greed flares from your lips, sparks of heat and light igniting in front of you.
You grin triumphantly. It may not be much, but you can do Magic. You are a Sorceror just like Mister Piccolo.
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Air. Freedom manifest. The clear colour yet deepest calm blue. It does not change a shade, no ripples even as it twists and cavorts freely. Calm yet boisterous and completely Blue.
It is yours to command, that much is certain. But unshackled and untamed nevertheless for it. A free agent that is loyal to you. A perfect subject with no thought to rebel and complete freedom because of that. You smile, a kind smile, one reserved for your siblings. And without moving you Command the Untamed.
A breeze picking up, swirling around you reverential. Another unspoken immobile command and a small stick lifts, held by the Blue Air. And your smile extends into a grin. So very easy.
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You Ascend into the Super Saiyan form. You may not enter this form much, but for this you feel you need too. It pulses with power beyond anything you have achieved before, Gossard's rather brutal training style doing wonders for your Power.
Then you settle down into your meditative pose, but do not calm your mind just yet. You extend your Senses around you absorbing the motion of a million people. An entire city bustling beneath you whose combined Power is still utterly eclipsed by a four year old Hybrid. You have studied meditation this year, and what it does to your Ki. Watched Gossard and Mister Piccolo, even Daddy. And everyone knows what you do after you Watch someone.
*Pulse* Your Ki tricked into meditation while you remain alert. Your eyes narrow, though not focused on anything. Your more trained Sense picked it up. When your Ki entered meditation it let out a Pulse of energy that resonated with the Human beneath you.
*Pulse* They seem to Sense it, many Ki signatures tinged with curiosity or mild alarm.
*Pulse* They shift. Their untrained Ki following yours instinctively. You watch someone dash across an office space without thinking about it. His senses and movements sped up in the same proportion. A casual walk made at a run. You are doing this. Imparting something. You increase the power of your Ki beyond your normal limit, keeping your Aura as low as possible even as it shimmers into the visible spectrum.
Beneath you, an hour of work flashes by in less than a second. How curious. You pull your Power back, stepping out of the pose and Descending. You fly off, with much to think about, leaving the cell phone towers overloaded with calls complaining about unresponsive frozen cars, computers and other appliances.
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"Day Eighty Eight. I have ƨ solved the problem with the Gihaxxin Modulator, and adjusted it's output to be Three degrees less while increasing input by a third again what it was. Efficiency has increased a full One Hundred percent, and as that was the lowest stumbling block I have completed another revelation. From seeming impossibility, to a week later holding a mere dozen times greater than an untrained Human could project, I have increased again to Nine Hundred Units. I still have not found that Kami-Forsaken inefficiency causing Two Units to be lost between insertion and the Outer Shell. Nothing says it should be losing Power, each individual component is at 100% efficiency, and yet when in combination, against all the laws I observed, two and only ever Two units vanish.
In other more optimistic reporting, I have created a Magical Firestarter. It may be the size of my arm, and only create small sparks, but I have successfully created from nothing a Magic-Using Machine. Or an incredibly inefficient non-magical lighter."
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Raditz is annoying, I can't get his dialogue the way I like it and it's after midnight here.
So Raditz interlude probably day after tomorrow (D&D Tomorrow)