Flutters Is Shy
Light the fire, it's time to write!
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- Land of Ze Governator; In Perpetuity
Better than Kakkita.Vegetto it is!
The Z Gamer
- Thread starter ZeroRewind
- Start date
- Fantasy
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- Michigan, USA
Look, we all know that ten and chichi will acidentily use them one day and then this will become a tenchi muyo fanfic.
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- Canada
Accidentally use what? You lost me there, I have no idea what Tenchi Muyo is.
Flutters Is Shy
Light the fire, it's time to write!
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- Land of Ze Governator; In Perpetuity
I'm assuming he's saying that they'll accidentally use potara earrings, but I have no idea how a badly written harem anime equates to two people being fused together.
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All harems are badly written by virtue of having harems.
TheLastOne
Person of impeccable tastes (for destruction)
The first two seasons of Tenchi are what all the bad harem anime try and fail to copy, but the characters have too much personality and identity and motivation arising from their own personality and cercumstance for it to really be one itself. Like, you can dislike it since it established all the things that would later be badly copied to create the harem genre, but Tenchi itself is good.
Everything after that is bad, but it's all stuff made years later by creators drunk on their success who forgot what made the original good.
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- Canada
Flutters Is Shy
Light the fire, it's time to write!
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- Land of Ze Governator; In Perpetuity
But, that's, I...
That's yes to both questions! The paradoxes!
So, perhaps a more salient question. Can the Dragon Balls be tracked from inside the inventory? Can anything with wireless be accessed from inside it? Can other people access it without his permission?
We've already seen one odd instance of power interaction with Blue resisting the effects of observe. Who's to say that other ki or psy abilities wouldn't have disasterous interactions with gamers mind or gamers body?
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Yes, as in he sometimes has it in his pocket, sometimes in his inventory. It cannot be tracked when it's inside the inventory unless the window is up. However, it cannot be accessed.
Wait, but why would Ten ever keep an item rated as 'Mythical' in something like a simple pants pocket? Granted in Dragonball, your average pair of pants or shorts tends to have a durability equal to Ultra Adamantium, but it'd still be easy for a spherical object to tumble out when he's fighting.
Wouldn't it be more prudent to keep it in his Inventory all the time?
I mean...I'd imagine it's more than a pretty bauble to him now.
He seemed to believe that the whole fate of the Universe was resting on his shoulders based on what his Gamer powers told him, so I'm not sure why he'd discount the idea of a wish-granting dragon either.
Ten's threat perception
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Ah, here we have a good example of the reader's perspective vs the character's perspective.
The latest chapter (as of this post) took place on Age 749, Friday, June 28. Ten received the quest at Age 749, Monday, March 10.
Almost four months have passed since that day, and nothing happened. The threat is there, but it feels lessened and less important. Ten has had a few very close brushes with death already, and he's dealt with a lot of things and come out on top.
Many things have happened.
You, the reader, at best, have had about 9 days to read this, assuming you began reading on Mar 31, 2019, the day I began to post on this website. 9 days in a chair or bed studiously reading the story.
Whereas Ten has been outside, walking through the wilderness, running through forests, braving the seas, fighting the local wildlife either for food or survival, fighting Ox-King, dodging pirates, fighting pirates, fighting in tournaments, almost killing Chichi, riding on clouds which read your intent and judges you on some arbitrary, quaint concept, watching a mountain explode, etc.
His sense of reverence, of danger is skewed. The Dragonballs are amazing wish-granting balls, but they're also pretty looking oversized marbles— and so he'll mess around with it.
Now, if you'll quit arguing with me about how my own character is supposed to act...
On another note, if you're not trying to tell me how to write my own character, but are instead telling me you don't like how my character is acting because it doesn't fit with whatever notion you conceived, then that's on you.
Edit: in the process of writing the latest chapter, don't worry guys.
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I personally am enjoying where the story is at so far and can acknowledge that any of the parts I may dislike are sheerly due to personal preference as opposed to inherent flaws. Keep up the good work.
Also can I ask, how interested is Ten in the dragonball? Like, what is he really thinking about when he looks at it? Well past the "is it a dragon's testicle" thoughts.
Also can I ask, how interested is Ten in the dragonball? Like, what is he really thinking about when he looks at it? Well past the "is it a dragon's testicle" thoughts.
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He wants to know why he got the power of the gamer, obviously.
Of course, as you saw, the game can act on his subconscious and throw the suggestion of one billion Zeni in there. However, Ten isn't stupid, he knows the basic concepts of how the economy works, and he's realized that two situations may occur if he wished for something like money.
The first is: the dragon will take one billion Zeni from existing sources; banks, people... Obviously, that's not something that Ten wants, since he's not a criminal, and rather dislikes thieves and pirates due to past experiences.
The second possibility is: the dragon will create one billion Zeni (or however much he asks for) out of nothing, thus destabilizing the economy and ruining many people's lives in the process. Not exactly something he'd want to do.
He hasn't considered anything else too seriously, his life is already a game, what more could he want— aside from knowing who gave the power to him?
It was not my intent to cause offense or question how you should write your own story and if it seemed like that, I'll apologize right now for coming off like that. I'd rather not derail this into an escalating series of increasingly personal attacks between us where no one is left happy.
I do like your story. Pre-canon dragonball stuff that doesn't focus on Goku is always fun to read about.
I do like Ten's character. He's a likeable protagonist with an interesting goal and personality.
My comments were my own method of trying to make sense of his logic and were not intended as a criticism to your abilities as a writer.
I did not consider that in the previous chapters he did not have this information and so it wasn't anything too special (despite being labelled as a 'Mythical' grade item) for him then.
But, as of this latest chapter. The dragonball's importance should have gone up considerably in Ten's eyes.
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I'm not sure what point you're trying to make. As I have said, his view on threat perception is highly skewed.
The dragonball's important, but it's also a nice little paperweight.
Hell, at the start of Z, Goku was using one as a hat decoration on his 4 year old son's head, despite knowing there have been very hostile groups like the Red Ribbon Army and Pilaf's gang out looking for it.
I don't know why keeping it in his pocket and throwing it around like a marble from time to time bothers you so much.
The dragonball's important, but it's also a nice little paperweight.
Hell, at the start of Z, Goku was using one as a hat decoration on his 4 year old son's head, despite knowing there have been very hostile groups like the Red Ribbon Army and Pilaf's gang out looking for it.
I don't know why keeping it in his pocket and throwing it around like a marble from time to time bothers you so much.
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I wouldn't call Goku a very responsible person though, lol.
I just think that as a very literal Quest item, one related to potentially saving the Universe (assuming Shenron can even give him a proper answer or that Ten will even be in the position to make a wish), it'd be safer to keep in storage.
Would it be that far-fetched for Ten to imagine that other people could dig up info on these wish-granting objects? That they might already be collecting their own?
I personally don't think so, but I'm not the writer, so I'll be looking forward to seeing what happens in the next few chapter/s.
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- Earth
I mean the appraisal literally said it was mythical grade. His system hasn't been wrong so far. Its like if you found a high tech sphere which could grant you wishes. You have no idea how it works but you know for sure that it can grant wishes and is mythical level. Would you throw it around like a rock and keep it in your pocket instead of your safe(presumably impenetrable) hammerspace?
Its just pretty immersion breaking to me at least. Mc has acted smart so far but as soon as he found the dragon ball he started making weird choices. The quest description even mocked him for picking the wish he did, yet he didn't even think about changing it after reading it. Its not a bad use per say, it just feels wasteful. He values it so much that he is willing to spend a wish on it so why wouldn't he bother to keep the wish-granting device safe instead of using it as a paper weight?
Ahh, its alright, its not too major a thing, just annoying.
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- Australia
It will probably come up eventually. At this point it is almost inevitable that Ten will get involved with/against the RR Army and that's most likely when he will learn what "could" happen with them when evil people get them.
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- Canada
It was a little joke the system made when giving him the quest to ask the Eternal Dragon why he got his powers. The joke was along the lines of "you've decided you're going to gather the dragonballs and wish for the dragon to tell you why you got your powers, instead of getting something like 1,000,000,000 Zeni".
Chapter 14
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- Canada
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Age 749, Sunday, June 30, South City AirportChapter 14
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I stepped out of the boarding tunnel, making my way past the luggage section, smiling in amusement at those who were frantically searching for their suitcases.
Thank god for inventories— I frowned at that, the quest I'd received only two days prior coming to mind.
I wondered if the Eternal Dragon could actually answer my question. With a huff and shrug, I shouldered my backpack— wouldn't want the airport security folks to get antsy, now would I— and made my way to the airport's arrival section.
I was stopped for a few minutes to endure a line of questioning, but was let go as soon as the security realized he wasn't really getting anywhere questioning a kid.
I would've been annoyed by this point but I realized, had I taken the long route, it would've taken me over a week to get home.
A few hours of sitting comfortably in a plane, followed by dealing with a few disgruntled security officers? Sublime by comparison.
"Ten!" I heard a familiar voice call out from behind the crowded masses at the arrival section. I peered closely, trying to pinpoint the source, before smiling at her as she waved frantically.
Loving Mom
Jean - Lv 7
I adjusted the strap on my backpack, before pushing through the crowd easily, ignoring their dismayed cries as my mom almost leapt at me with a crushing hug.Jean - Lv 7
"Hey, mom." I grinned, hugging her back fiercely, though I made sure to restrain myself. With my strength as high as it was, it would be the height of stupidity to really put any force behind the hug.
The faint sound of snapping necks came to mind, ruining the heartfelt moment.
"You've gotten a lot taller!" My mother stepped back, really looking at me. She looked at my arms, her eyes wide in surprise.
I looked down, not really understanding until I realized that I hadn't been so.. Muscular before I left.
I was still somewhat lean, but my muscle definition compared to back then was worlds apart.
"My baby boy's growing up so fast!" Mom hugged me again, before smiling coyly. "Is this how you've been wooing that girl, Chichi?"
My face turned red. "Mom!"
"It's a shame you didn't bring her over with you, son." She said, huffing in faux displeasure. "Then again, I'm sure you'll do it eventually."
I kept my mouth shut as she led me out of the airport and towards the parking lot. After about a minute of walking around aimlessly— mom had forgotten exactly where her car was parked— we were strapped in and on our way.
"So, did you find the old Master?" Mom asked as we stopped at a light, close to home.
"Yes, mom." I confirmed. "You wouldn't have believed it, but he looks like the oldest guy who's ever lived."
She snorted. "Don't be rude."
"You're the one who laughed." I mumbled.
"What was that?" She said, eyeing me mischievously as she pulled up to our house. "Did you say 'I don't want my favorite food, mom'?"
"..." I gave her a deadpan look, which she returned.
And so the ultimate staring contest was initiated: who would blink first? Who had the guts to stay the course and bring home the gold?
She blinked first.
"Yes!" I cheered as I exited the car, with mom following me, grumbling all the way inside.
The house was just as I remembered it. Sniffing, I caught a whiff of dinner, kicking my shoes and turning to my mother.
"Go take a shower, son. I'll get the food ready!" She ordered before giving me another hug and a kiss. "I'm glad you're back, honey."
I smiled slightly, watching her go to the kitchen.
"Me too, mom." I almost whispered, feeling very sad for a long moment. I looked around— really looked around this time.
I slowly moved up the stairs, my fingers running over the smooth, dark wooden rail.
My feet moved of their own accord and took me to my room, the muscle memory so ingrained I could probably do it in my sleep.
I stopped at the door for a moment, staring at the rectangular, taped on piece of cardboard which said:
DANGER
KEEP OUT
"So corny," I grinned in approval at the sign which I had lovingly placed a year ago. "So awesome."KEEP OUT
I opened the door and stepped in the old room, flipping the light switch.
Yep, everything was exactly the same as when I'd left it in April. I took another few steps, surprised at how clean everything was.
"Mom must've been take care of it all this time." I said in realization. I felt bad about leaving her alone, here.
Setting the backpack gently over the bed, I grabbed one of my spare outfits, and went to take a shower.
A few minutes later, I exited the bathroom, hearing my mother call my down for dinner.
"Coming!" I shouted, knowing my voice would carry well downstairs, before entering my room and changing.
I heard her call me down once again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I said as I walked down the stairs, the smell of food even stronger.
Mom was already seated, not having dug into her meal just yet. She was waiting for me.
"Took you long enough, I'm dying here!" She complained, trying to sound annoyed, but her smile betrayed her true feelings.
"Sorry, mom." I smiled, taking the seat opposite of hers. She began to dig in, with me following shortly after.
"So this Master Roshi." She said between bites. "Was he as strong as Kai seemed to think?"
"Oh yeah! He—" I stopped for a moment to slurp in the noodles. "—he was unbelievably strong. He destroyed a mountain with his Kamehameha!"
My mom looked at me for a moment, before laughing. When she noticed I wasn't joining her, she stopped.
"Wait, you're serious?!"
I nodded with a grin. "He's like some super gramps hermit. One second, the mountain was there, and the next, it wasn't! He blew the whole thing up. Plus he had a flying spinning turtle and a cloud you could ride on!"
Damn, I didn't like that cloud, but it was an amazing piece of magic, I had to admit.
"He sure sounds like a... strange fellow." Mom said, unsure of what to say. Well, she probably wanted to call me out on the insane things I'd just said, but she'd already seen my use of the [Ki Ball], as well as the various clips she'd seen of the World Martial Arts Tournaments of the past.
I wisely omitted the fact that Roshi required a payment of dirty mags to even do the deed— mom probably wouldn't react too well to that, especially knowing that I was to spend quite a few months with the guy.
The rest of the dinner was spent answering all of her various questions. Before I knew it, I was doing the dishes, watching as my [Dishwashing] skill gained a level.
Very funny, game, I thought as I placed the plate on the rack and turned, only to see my mother. She gave me a hug, and a kiss on the forehead, yawning mumbling something about needing to get up early.
"Oh, good night mom." I smiled and faintly realized it was already dark outside. "Sleep well."
"Y-" she yawned again, giving me a wave as she went up the stairs. "Yeah."
I watched her go for a moment, before running a hand through my hair and heading to my room. Closing the door behind me, I fired up my PC and sat down, watching it go through its booting process.
My lips quirked in amusement as my Mist account blew up with messages; a quick check showed that it was my online friends spamming me with messages asking where I was, if I was dead— that sort of thing.
I quickly answered each and every one, catching up with my mates, thoughts of letters and fortune-telling hags completely disappearing from my mind.
At least, for the moment.
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Age 749, Wednesday, July 3, Kai's Dojo
He'd been at it for a minute, and yet my old master could not even touch me anymore.
Kai raised his hand, bringing it down quickly. I sidestepped it with an ease borne out of being used to months of training in high speed combat.
He twisted his hand in an attempt to back-swipe me, but I caught his wrist before he could commit to the strike, halting his momentum with my superior strength.
"It won't even budge." Kai said as he kept trying to escape my grip. I smiled, easing up and letting him go.
"What the hell have you been eating, kid?" The man asked, looking at me in a new light. "I mean, I saw the Central City tournament, but still, I figured I could give you a bit of a fight."
It was ridiculous, how far I'd come in such a short amount of time. Months ago, I couldn't even run for ten minutes; and now, I could train at full blast for three hours with no issue. My strength was beyond the human level— I'd been at the olympic athlete level when I left South City.
Training with the Ox-King, as well as alone in the wilderness had helped raise my base stats, as well as my [Martial Arts] and other related skills. Hell, I could still sink in 52 points straight into STR and double my available strength!
I wasn't going to, of course— training with Roshi would do that on its own.
"Mostly rations." I admitted ruefully, watching the man grimace. "I trained really hard, Master Kai."
"I can see that." Kai replied, rubbing at his temple for a moment. "Just Kai is fine."
Huh, hadn't expected he'd say that.
"..I don't know, it'd be weird to call you that, Master Kai." I replied awkwardly.
"Nonsense." He said, ruffling my hair slightly. "You're a master in your own right, now, Ten. I didn't tell your mom this, but after that tournament, I had dozens of people applying to join my school once they'd realized that was you."
I blinked in surprise.
"You've shown everyone that Tiger Style wasn't some gimmick." Master Kai said. "All of us here cheered for you when we saw you compete. You wouldn't believe what happened when we saw you actually win the thing. You've come far from the first day you showed up here. Take pride in it. Should you wish to start your own school in the future, you have my blessing to spread the knowledge I've imparted on you."
I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out— the words were stuck in my throat.
Kai smiled, eyes glittering. "You don't have to say anything, kid. Besides, you're a long way away from settling down and starting your own school, eh?"
"Hehe, yeah." I nodded, smiling slightly.
"I can see it in your eyes, you know." Kai pointed out. "You've had a taste of what the world has to offer, and you want more, don't you? I was the same way."
"I— yeah." I said, feeling guilty all of a sudden.
"And I know that look, too." Kai gave a knowing smile. "Don't worry, kid. I'll look out for your mom, keep her company."
A faint memory of a quest pop-up resurfaced.
"You and.. Mom?" I asked a little strangely.
"What?" Kai looked confused for a second. "What do you… Oh."
What have I done?
"Ten? Where are you going? Ten?" I heard Kai's voice behind me as I hightailed it out of there.
"Something came up, bye!"
God damn it!
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Age 749, Tuesday, July 9, South City High
"I don't know how you managed it in your travels, son." My old principal said, astonishment on his face as he read through the test results. "But the results are right here. You've passed every test our school had to offer!"
I kept my face schooled, adopting a look of boredom.
"I figured I'd hit the books for a bit in Central City." I lied, watching the man's face.
The truth was that I memorized all of the books while hiding from my mom and Kai, who began to pester me for information on each other. Having an enhanced INT score of 69.66, as well as my [Speed Reading] skill made things ridiculously simple.
And so, twenty minutes later, I walked out of the principal's office with a diploma under my arm, passing through the crowded halls.
At first, no one had noticed my presence, until someone pointed and whispered to his friend. And so, the entire school knew by the time I'd stepped out of the building.
SCH's rumor mill was still going strong, I snorted in amusement as I began to make my way home.
"Ten, wait!" I heard a familiar voice call for me from behind.
I turned to see who it was, eyes widening in slight surprise. It was one of the few classmates who hadn't made fun of me or treated me like I wasn't even there.
Next to him was a girl I sort of recognized, but not really.
"Pencil." I greeted, with a grin. "I didn't catch you in the halls, figured you were in class or something. And, uh…"
I tried drawing on my memory for a name, but I couldn't… The name above her head though— "wait, Rula? Is that really you?"
Her slowly growing frown turned into a smile instantly.
"Wow, you've changed a lot." I grinned, before looking at the two, squinting. "Are you two, uh…"
A nod and a set of blushes was my answer.
"Good for you." I smiled again. "Things really have changed, huh?"
"You've gone through changes of your own." Pencil pointed out, gesturing at my muscles as well as the diploma I currently held. "Everyone's saying you're going places, you know."
"The prodigy of South City High." Rula added in theatrically, rolling her eyes in sync with me.
I laughed and began to answer, but the bell rang.
"Damn." Pencil said, slightly turning to check on his backpack. "I'll come over soon, me and Rula. We can play some games, like we used to?"
I gave him an apologetic shake of the head. "Sorry, bro. I'm leaving again tomorrow."
"Off to win another city's tournament? East, West or North?" Rula quipped good naturedly. "Don't worry about it, we'll keep your poor mother company while you go gallivanting off into the world again!"
With that, they turned and left.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I huffed in slight annoyance, my frown turning into a smile as I saw them enter the school. "They really have changed, though."
Maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought I was back then, I mused as I made my way home.
Perspective was key, after all.
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Age 749, Wednesday, July 10, South City
"Take care of yourself, son, you hear?" Mom said as she hesitated at the entrance of her workplace.
Knowing that she was likely feeling emotional over me leaving again, we spent all of Tuesday night watching my mother's favorite movie series: The Crushing Fist trilogy, starring Pamput.
Of course, this time, my mom kept commented on the various fight scenes, asking me if I could pull off any of the moves that Pamput did.
After demonstrating a few, she suggested I should become a movie star.
"I have the acting ability of a dead fish." My reply was.
"So does Pamput, and he's raking in the tens of millions!" Her retort had made me seriously consider it, I thought as I gave her a long hug.
"You know me, mom." I grinned, trying to assuage her worries. "Responsible and safe."
"You beat up thugs and randomly fight in tournaments." She deadpanned.
"Uh… Relatively responsible and safe?" I tried with a much more subdued smile.
It seemed to work, as she let out a teary giggle and smothered me in a hug once again, before backing away and heading into the building to start her shift.
I shouldered my backpack, frowning as she disappeared from view.
"She'll be all right." I said to myself, turning and walking away. "Everyone's going to be looking out for her. Kai, the principal dude, Rula and Pencil..."
The last two seemed pretty happy now, I noted with a smile. They used to keep dancing around the subject of their attraction to one another. Things had gotten a bit tense between us before I left— wait, could it have been because of me?
"Thank you, game." I muttered in annoyance, the couple passing me by sending me odd looks.
Shaking off my thoughts on my two former classmates, I made my way to the repair shop.
It was an old building, but well taken care of. I caught the whiff of a relatively fresh coat of paint, before entering through the front door, the sound of power tools filling the air.
"Ah, Ten." A stout fellow in his sixties— the owner, Peelo— grinned at me, before reaching under the desk, pulling a small case, opening it to show my boat capsule. "You made it just in time."
"Lucky me." I said drily, looking a tad amused.
The man did a double take, before shaking his head slightly. Wonder what that was about?
"It really wasn't all that tough to fix, really." Peelo said, clearing his throat a few times. "None of the bullets hit the tank, so you got really lucky in that regard. It'll still look as beat up as it did before, though; no going around that, to be honest."
I nodded. "I thought as much, this old boat's been used for a long time."
"Don't I know it." Peelo grinned and gave a hearty laugh. "I'm the one who built it for your old man, bless his soul."
My eyes went wide with surprise at the revelation. "You knew my father?"
"Surprised that a young man like me knew your old man?" Peelo replied, waggling his eyebrows. I snorted at the gesture.
Young, my ass.
"Heh, I see that look on your face, boy." The older man chortled. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I remember when your old man came in and he saw my old man— he was the owner back then. Same look on his face, you almost look exactly like him, you know."
I nodded in agreement and faint surprise.
Mom kept a lot of pictures. I'd gotten a few fresh looks in the last week, and it seemed I was almost a complete carbon copy of the man.
"Down to the bracelet." He muttered.
"What?" I latched onto that.
"I said: 'down to the bracelet'." Peelo repeated, frowning at me.
"This actually belonged to him." I said, lifting my hand to let him have a closer look. "Mom gave it to me."
Peelo scrutinized it for a few moments. "It's the same one, all right. Your old man and I used to sail a lot together; those were the days…"
They sailed together, huh?
"...Would your sailing trips happen to be to the west?" I asked curiously.
The old man blinked in surprise. "That's right! He'd gotten me to take him quite a few trips out west— until he learned to do it himself, of course. Resourceful guy, your old man was. Not really sure why he'd want to go there, though. I guess he liked the scenery."
"Probably." I said, finally taking the capsule and putting it in one of my backpack's pockets, before pulling out a map. "Can you tell me exactly where? It's just that…"
I stopped for a moment, trying to figure out a way to word it.
"Following in your father's footsteps, eh?" Peelo said, his expression sympathetic, and grabbed a pen, studying the map intently, before drawing a path west from the southern docks to the western, mostly uncharted landmass.
"That's more or less it, I'd say." Peelo eyed his work intently, nodding to himself a few times before handing me the map back. "It's been a long time, but I'm fairly sure that's the way. What he did when he got there, I have no idea."
I checked the map, weighing it against the search results I'd gotten when looking up Fortune-teller Baba and nodding. It matched up nicely with the rumors of her palace being somewhere in that direction.
"That's honestly more than I could hope for. Thank you, Mr. Peelo." I said, meaning it.
"Don't mention it, kid." He waved it off, grinning instead. "You take care of yourself out there, y'hear?"
With a nod and a wave, I exited the repair shop, looking up at the sky.
"Following in your footsteps, huh…" I muttered and began to walk towards the southern docks. "I wonder what you were thinking when you first made the trip, dad?"
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Great story keep up the great work!
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You know, with the failure penalty of not finding out the origin of his Gamer powers being written as "Death. Possible destruction of the universe.", it makes me suspect Zeno is the originator. Even beyond being a being so powerful that can delete universes on a whim, from what I've seen in Dragon Ball Super so far, Zeno was pretty bored before he met Goku and got inspired to set up the Tournament of Power. I could see them giving Gamer powers to some random scrub in whatever universe and trying to entertain himself by proxy, not too unlike normal people get invested in their own characters.
Hell, Ten might be an incarnation of Zeno with his own memories sealed and reality-warping shenanigans being set down to Level-0 so he'd not curb-stomp everyone right away and end the game too quickly.
Hell, Ten might be an incarnation of Zeno with his own memories sealed and reality-warping shenanigans being set down to Level-0 so he'd not curb-stomp everyone right away and end the game too quickly.