>>4231777
>>Maybe it'd be best to run after them

>>4231777
>Maybe it'd be best to run after them

Hmmm odd
I'll give it a bit more time, see if folks roll in

>>4231777
>Maybe it'd be best to run after them

>>4231777
>Maybe it'd be best to run after them

Okay then
This may take a while though

>writing

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You scratch your head as you fully begin to realize the situation you're in.
Sucking in the air through your teeth you hiss as you start walking.
"Yeeeah. Maybe I should follow them after all."

"I'll come with-"

"That won't be necessary."

"Nah.
But I'm coming anyway.
Come on D!"

Sala jumps up and begins flying in the direction of the two little sprouts and you start following her.
The two of you fly side by side as you zone in on the energy of the twins.
"That's odd. Where are they going?"

"It feels like-
Oh no!"

The only other energy you feel in that direction belongs to none other than Hit himself.
Involuntarily you tighten your fists and begin cursing under your breath.
In a best case scenario they'll ask for the assassins permission which he'll naturally shoot down.
But if the worst comes to pass they simply jack his ride and make it to Plant faster than you can blink.
You can't allow that!

Kicking into the highest gear you pick up your speed and Sala starts shouting after you once she sees you blink in and out of existence.
"HEY! Time-skipping is cheating!"

Under your breath you begin praying that the assassin will be vigilant or at least sensible enough to deny their request.
When the three become visible you sigh with relief as you see Hit standing before the kids with his arms crossed and his eyes shut.
But upon landing your bloodpressure jumps right back up as you see him tossing the keys to the kids.

"WHAT IN THE CINNAMON TOAST FUCK IS THIS?!"

"Oh shoot!"
Kamin curses and tries to run towards the ship but Hit grabs her and her brother by the collar.

"It seems I made a hasty decision-"

"No shit Sherlock!
Care to explain what you're doing?"

"I'm lending them my craft."

"I see that!
BUT WHY?!"

"They told me they had some business to take care of and I'm not one to stand between someone and their revenge.
And I assumed this was happening with your approval."

You feel like arguing, shouting and cursing at the top of your lungs but you compose yourself for a moment and point at the ground instead.
Hit complies and drops the kids on their butts and turns them around by their heads.
The two avoid eye contact with you like a dog that knows it did something bad.

>That's it! You're officially grounded!
>Explain to them calmly that they can't just do something reckless like that
>Hug them
>Other?

>>4232029
>Explain to them calmly that they can't just do something reckless like that
>if you can convince hit to go with you to prevent any kidnappings i will let you go

>>4232029
>Explain to them calmly that they can't just do something reckless like that

>>4232029
>Explain to them calmly that they can't just do something reckless like that

>>4232029
>Explain to them calmly that they can't just do something reckless like that
>if you can convince hit to go with you to prevent any trouble i will let you go

Well that throws a wrench in my plans
Erm... okay roll to see if you can convince him

Best of 4
Dc: 15
No crit

Rolled 20 (1d21)

>>4232162

Rolled 4 (1d21)

>>4232162

Rolled 13 (1d21)

>>4232162

>>4232168
Well fuck me running
>writing

>>4232206
No plan survives the contact with players.

>>4232213
This is very much true, even plans made by players will not survive.

Btw isn't this supposed be Dragon Ball Human Quest Super #29?

Sorry fellas, something got in the way
Will update shortly

>>4232265
Oh shit, yeah you're right
It's because I accidentally archived thread #28 as #27 while there was another 27
my b

"Listen... While I can't claim to understand how you feel, I GET that you're upset!
But you can't just rush into something like this so recklessly! You'll hurt yourselves!"

"Oh yeah?
And what's YOUR excuse?!"
Kamin snaps at you and somewhat rightfully so.

"Nothing.
I did act on impulse before, that's true.
And you know what that got me? Here..."
You show them your arm as you pull back the sleeve of your shirt and reveal the scars you got from your second adventure into the Makai.
"What those actions got me are issues a psychologist could write a book about, scars that'll never go away and the knowledge that I made those that care about me worry.
I did act like that and I'm sorry for that. But I try learning from your mistakes. I suggest you follow that example instead.
Least you have to learn from your own stupidity as well."

Oren, who seemed calmer by default seems to get the gist of it whilst Kamin is still more upset.
But thankfully it seems to have got a reaction out of her at the very least. Good. That means she's listening.
It'll take time for her to mull over but until then it's unlikely that she'll listen. So... that means you have to get crafty.
And the one way to do that with an upset teenager is by convincing them that your solution is their idea, or at the very least that they chose to obey it.

"So you're saying we should just sit back and do nothing?!"

"No. Far from it.
I'm just saying that I worry about your safety. And make no mistake, if I do then so would Lyn.
So... I'm going to let you go. But not alone!"

The two immediately look up at the assassin standing between them and their escape route with the biggest puppydog eyes they can pull up, which is saying something because they can undo their camouflage and show those big, shiny blue eyes of theirs. Exactly the scenario you hoped to achieve.
Hit however doesn't seem too amused by their feigned innocence.

"I'm not a babysitter..."

"Pleeeease uncle!"
Ouch. It seems they are willing to bring out the big guns.
If this works they won't be able to pull the "uncle card" anytime soon.

"No."

"W-We could hire you?"
Kamin desperately tries to bargain with him.

"You? Hire me?"
The two start rummaging through their pockets but come up short as you give them no allowance.
Hit merely frowns at this.

"W-We'll give you access to the Plant supercomputer!
You could download anything you want from it!"

Sighing the assassin covers his eyes.
"Stop. You're just embarrassing yourselves with this.
Fine, if it makes you stop I'll watch over you. And we'll think about a payment later..."

The master assassin then begins leading the twins into the ship while you give him an understanding nod.
"Thanks Hit."

"Don't mention it."

But before the newly made trio could depart the final piece of the puzzle falls in place as the pink skinned demon by your side hops forward and catches the twins.
Pulling the two close she begins whispering something in their ears before patting them on the back and pushing them onto the ship.
The only thing you see from them before their features become imperceptible behind the foggy wall of the cube ship is that their "skin" returns to a pinkish hue as opposed to the porcelain white that they have by default.
Sala then walks back to you and waves the two kids off alongside you.

Once the ship takes off you give the demon an inquisitive look.
"What did you tell them?"

"Nothing you should be concerned with D.
Just a few little words of encouragement."

"Hmmmm. Not sure if I should be annoyed or glad.
So all I'll say is... thanks."

"Don't mention it.
Just be sure to pull those two out of any trouble they might find themselves in."

"That's what Hit is for...
But of course that was my intention."

"Good.
I have a soft spot for those little gremlins.
...
I hope you aren't too upset about the girls little outburst."

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. But... I can't allow myself to get angry about it.
Especially when it seemed to hurt her as much as it did me."

"Glad to hear that. Wouldn't want my kindred suffering like that."
She begins stretching her back with a loud moan as she seems to be contemplating something.
"But speaking of which. I can't tell you what to do D, but I don't think collecting demons as pets is a very smart idea."

"They aren't pets.
Those two are prisoners."

"Soooo... not guests?"

"No."

Salas eyes begin to twinkle and her lips curl into a devious smile.
"Ohoho!
So you're saying they are free game?"

>Don't fuck with them...
>Yes, go nuts
>Other?

>>4232493
>Keep it within reason. One of them is pregnant and the big man upstairs decided to parole them because of it.

>>4232493
>Don't fuck with them..

>>4232493
>>Keep it within reason. One of them is pregnant and the big man upstairs decided to parole them because of it.
>>specify that the woman is the one who is pregnant

>>4232493
>Don't fuck with them...
>Or atleast do not over do it. They truly need to repent in next 9 months or the get eraseed by Zeno. Would hate the kid growing up without parents.

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>>4232523
>specify that the woman is the one who is pregnant

>>4232537
i have two thing to say too this
>1 makai/demons are weird
>2 its M A G I C i don't have to explain shit

>>4232553
Bruh! Please!
Neither me nor anyone else needs an image where every female demon is a futa and every male demon is a cuntboy...

>>4232561
it doesn't HAVE to be every demon...just a couple...

>>4232561
you also forgot about mpreg...but i think that's enough about gross internet shit from me

>>4232561
Congratulations, Ken! You're pregnant!

Alright fuck it! Not gonna bother myself with this shit!
>>4232575
>>4232582
>>4232608

Sala gets to fuck with them... a little

Rubbing your temple you sigh.
"N-No Sala, don't.
At least not much. Fucking with them a little is okay but they are here for a good reason."

The idea seems to puzzle her.
"Which is?"

"One of them is pregnant. Zeno gave them 9 months to become good little boys and girls or else they get nuked.
And as much as I loathe them, I'd hate to see a kid grow up without parents.
Oh and... I don't know how that works so I feel like I have to say: The one with boobs is the one that's pregnant."

"That's disgusting D. What do you think we are?
Some sort of freaks? Actually... don't answer that."
Sala then gropes one of her breasts and gives it a squeeze.
"I'll have you know these puppies work like a charm! And so does everything else.
Anyway, this seems like a problem with a simple solution to me.
Have your way with them, get them nixed and raise the kid! Win-win!"

She uh... she kinda makes a good point, in a very morbid kinda way.
No, nope! NAH! That's Makai speak and you're not about that. The entire point of this is to try and take the Makai out of a demon.
And once you've done it with the worst you can do it with anyone.

"That's fucked up Sala..."

"What? You think she was nicer than that?
Sounds like something she'd deserve."

"True.
But this isn't about revenge.
So while I'm giving you the green light you should still control yourself.
Poke them enough that it accelerates their rehabilitation, not derails it."

It seems like Sala is about to throw a fuss about this but she just hums to herself and shrugs.
"Okay, I can work with that.
Heehee! I already have several devious ideas I'd like to try out!"
Oh god that look on her face terrifies you. Hopefully it's not something that'll make a mess of the entire program.
"By the way D. What was that whole thing about assassins being sent after you?
Makai getting rowdy again?"

"Worse.
I think I pissed off a God of Destruction and now I have their agents gunning for my head.
Hence why I wanted Hit to go with the kids. I don't care how good they are, they aren't better than Hit."

"Uh-huh.
And what do you plan to do about that?"

"Honestly? Nothing.
I'm just gonna bide my time and hope that either they get bored and give up or do something which exposes them, at which point I'll step on their necks and teach them a lesson.
Anything else and I'd walk into a trap most likely."

"Whatever you say.
So are you planning on doing anything?"

>Yeah, beat up my favorite monkey punching bag!
>I'm working on making my girls swole
>Nothing but sitting back and chilling
>Other?

>>4232790
>Yeah, beat up my favorite monkey punching bag!

THE RECKONING COMES, CABBA!

>>4232790
>go talk to vados about if it's possible too bribe the mouse god with really good cheese

>>4232790
>>Yeah, beat up my favorite monkey punching bag!

>>4232790
>Yeah, beat up my favorite monkey punching bag!

>>4232790
>Yeah, beat up my favorite monkey punching bag!

We have waited long enough. VENGEANCE COMES, SON OF SADALA!

Rip and Tear until it is done!

>writing

>>4232912
We have to strike while he’s getting used to his lithe, supple bishounen limbs after his growth spurt! This may be our only chance to topple him!

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You smash your fist into your palm and the loud thwacking sound produced by the act nearly gives you an erection.
Not by itself mind you but by imagining the same sound being made by Cabbas face when you dickslap him with all your might!
"I have something to do that I should've done much sooner!
The ecstasy I felt almost made me forget my rage but now it's back with a vengeance!
Now that I've calmed down I can return to my true purpose! AND FUCK! THAT! TWINK! IN! THE! ASS!"

Sala barely has enough time to blush at the lewd suggestions before the adrenaline makes you spring into action and beeline towards the castle on Champas planet.
Landing before the main gate you already feel your eyes burning with bloodlust, or maybe that's just them being bloodshot.
Stomping in through the front door, you kick down every single barrier, wall and obstacle that has the audacity to exist between you and your target.
If by a small miracle it wasn't abundantly clear to everyone in the entire divine realm that you're on a warpath then it sure as shit is now.

Your loud trampling echoes throughout the entire castle as you make your way through the hallways.
Finally as the drums of war are beating in your ears you arrive at the door in question and feel the slimy little weasel still sleeping inside, oblivious to his impending doom.
Without restraint you punch a hole through the door and tear it off its hinges with one swift motion before flinging it across the room.

A startled Cabba jumps up from under the bedsheets, dressed in full battle armor the little faggot.
He barely has enough time to rub his eyes clean of gunk before you inevitably jump him and push him through the outer wall of the building.
The two of you are now plummeting towards the ground with the Saiyan trying to fly away and failing.
"E-E-"
He tries to scream your name but your strangulation and repeated punches to the face make that quite hard for him.
Finally you land on the ground and make sure Cabba cushions your impact.

First you jump out of the hole you just made and wait for the Saiyan to crawl out as well.
He coughs and tries to wipe his face clean while looking for answers.
"What's going on?! What's HAPPENING?!"

Just as you suspected... that rat bastard went through the same "growth spurt" as the girls.
And the thought of your SISTER being responsible for it is awakening something truly malevolent inside you.

>No words. No mercy. Only... Doom!
>Tell him how he fucked up now!
>Ask him if it was worth banging your sister
>Other?

>>4233043
>PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!

>>4233043
>>No words. No mercy. Only... Doom!

>>4233043
>>Ask him if it was worth banging your sister
>>"IT'S GO TIME YOU TWINK!!"

>>4233043
>Other
Words are wind! Let us talk with our fists!

>>4233043
>SPAR FOR YOUR LIFE!!!

>>4233043
>No words. No mercy. Only... Doom!

>>4233043
>>Tell him how he fucked up now!

Ah yes, my favorite option: Violence
Well roll for the initial little bout
Best of 4

DC: 10
Crit: 17
>writing

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>4233117

Rolled 11 (1d21)

>>4233117
Here's hoping he managed to unlock a new transformation.
I'd hate to kill him by accident.

Rolled 21 (1d21)

>>4233117

>>4233129
heheheHahAhahahahhaHAHAHAHAHAHA

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>>4233129

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>>4233129
>Cabbasfacewhen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cu61qgp6XoE

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>>4233147
>Mick Gordon mixed tracks

>>4233129
I guess this is what happens when an Eric, fresh from sparring with Vegeta and hopped up on brotherly rage, meets a Cabba who is exhausted from dealing with girls and is trying to fight in a body he barely recognizes.

"Put your damn hands up twink!
It's go time!"

"W-What? Have you lost your mind?
Eric! You need to stop this insanity or-"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvLA0SfXXto

He tries to calm you down, he tries to be the sensible one... as always. But sense is a commodity you don't have a lot of right now.
What you do have is a lot of pent up murderous intent and a desperate craving for some good old fashioned violence.
So without even acknowledging that he just spoke you charge him with a blood curdling scream and a fist cocked and ready.

Naturally the boy tries to put up his guard but even though his limbs are much less emaciated and actually pack some muscle their increased length is still throwing him off quite a bit.
His clumsy movements and his shock betray his surprise, he doesn't know his body changed.
But he'll learn. He WILL learn or else!

Without any real difficulty you quickly change the direction of your attack and move to the side.
Cabba tries to adjust his defense but his arms get tangled in one another, making him unable to effectively change his guard.
Smacking him in the head you drive him back, the sudden impact finally makes him realize that something's not quite right.
A brief burst of energy is all he needs to stop his own motion and regain his focus.

Quickly he realizes that something's changed about his body but naturally his current situation does not permit much introspection for him.
All he has to go by is that his limbs are not the same as they were and so he has to take a different approach to combat.
Seeing your second incoming assault he prepares to counter your punch with his own.
Your fists collide and the attack is halted... for a moment.

Cabbas brief triumph doesn't last long however as you step forward and place your right leg behind his.
With a pull you trip the Saiyan and as he starts falling to the ground you raise your other fist and aid his fall with another well placed smack.
The impact of your punch is compounded with the rebound he experiences when hitting the ground.

You see his eyes rolling back in their sockets for a brief moment, giving him blank eyes.
As he struggles to make sense of what just happened you let out a warning, barely a whisper.
"Stand up... stand and fight for your life.
You won't take the easy way out of this one..."

And with that I'll have to bid you guys farewell for now
I know it was brief and a bit rough at the beginning but it was to be expected and I fucked up a little
I promise to do better next time

However before I leave I got a question for y'all
I've been thinking about our arrangement and thought about maybe limiting myself to 1 session per week, since I'm getting quite scared of burnout
How would you guys feel about that?
Maybe 2 at max? What do you think?

Oh and as an aside, I got several side stories planned out
So check on the thread every now and then
I got a few good ones in mind

>>4233262
whatever works for you not-som and thank for the live

>>4233262
Yeah, if you need to dial it back to avoid burning out, by all means. Take care of yourself, especially in these fucked up times.

>>4233262
Thanks for the run, Not-Som!

I’d be okay with a run per week. Whatever works for you best in the end!

Here's a quick little list
It's less of a teaser and more of a constant reminder for myself
But you're free to speculate

>Ruby eyes
>Zen
>Pudgey tomfoolery

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"Okay, that should about do it."
Tien spoke up as he finished packing up.
"Yurin, Chiaotzu please keep the dojo safe while I'm gone."

"Shouldn't we teach the students instead?"

"I mean... if you can.
But just keep things running at the very least."

"Please be careful Tien!"

"I will. Don't worry Chiaotzu!
Besides, if anything really bad happens I can count on you two to feel it.
So I'll be fine!"

Those were the words he left the two with. Naturally he announced his brief departure to his pupils but admittedly he cared very little about them.
Back when he opened the dojo he was much more optimistic about the whole thing. He wanted to become the next Master Roshi, the hermit whose teachings are sought after by any and all, a legendary warrior who only trains the most worthy.
But fate has a cruel sense of irony and he turned out to be the next Master Shen instead. He can't really complain though, separating the wheat from the chaff might be hard work but at least in the process he trains some self defense to the less talented denizens of Earth.
Still he can't help but feel disappointed.

Tien looked at capsule in his hand and found himself lost in thought.
It was a gift from Bulma. He doesn't know if it'll work or not but he hopes it proves to be the thing he so desperately needs right now.
A win.

He journeys deep into the mountains and to a secluded area not reachable by normal means, a pristine place where nature remains unsullied.
It's in this place where his self imposed seclusion will take place. The soothing sound of the rushing waterfall and the crisp, clean air will be his only companions.
After setting up a temporary camp where he may store his spare clothes and training equipment, as well as a place where he can rest.
Once he was done with that... his training commenced.

His destination was clear. He couldn't do what Yamcha did, it wasn't a good fit for him.
So the only option left is to follow That Mans footsteps!
And he has a pretty good idea how to do it too... it's just that the path is paved with his own blood.

Willingly he cut himself off from his own ki and wore as many restraints as his body could handle.
The first step is the breaking of his own body. He'd train every day and every night until he could barely move anymore... and the next time he'd do it even harder.
Not only that but he'd also abstain from eating. The only "nourishment" he'd allow himself is the springwater of the mountain.
To say that his supposed "training" is torture is putting it mildly. By his estimation in about one week his body will either be utterly drained... or it'd break.

His prediction may have been... a bit generous.
Even with his peak human physique and his extensive experience his stamina was drained in a mere five days.
Withholding nourishment from himself and forcing ever more rigorous exercises on his body was just too much.
Every day became a living nightmare as his muscles screamed at him to stop while he was desperately swallowing air just so that there'd be SOMETHING in his stomach that'd silence its endless growling.
But... that's what he wanted.

When the mere act of sweating got painful for him, when the last ounce of his strength was used up he felt his body reinvigorated briefly.
He reached the tipping point where his changed into survival mode, where it'd consume itself to provide enough energy to him so he could find ANYTHING to eat to save himself.
When he could stand up once more he felt like he reached the finish line.

Desperately he searched for the capsule given to him and unlocked its content, a singular pill designed by Bulma herself.
"Hope this works..."
He swallowed the strange medicine which would supposedly shut down his bodies natural defense that prevents him from attaining that higher level and got to work.

Sitting under the waterfall he began meditating.
The high tension state he was in inhibited him greatly as he could feel every inch of hair on his body aching but at the same the unparalleled mental clarity allowed him to delve deeper into his own mind than ever before.
Once he started his consciousness slipping his body entered a state of hibernation and he could feel his senses sharpen to a razors edge.
He could feel every drop of water hitting his body, he could hear every leaf falling from the nearby trees and he could see...
He could see. With his eyes closed.

As the world spread out before him he started to panic, his eyes snapped open and he reeled back... hitting his head into the rock wall behind him and knocking him out cold.
It's unknown how long he was unconscious after that. The only thing he was certain of is that the ground was unusually soft when he got back to his senses.

"TIEN!"
Two voices cried out at once when they saw him moving.

"C-Chiaotzu? Yurin?
W-What happened?"

"You got knocked out and almost died!
We were so scared Tien!"

"If we got there a couple seconds later you would've drowned.
Not to mention how we had to nurse you back to health.
What did you DO up there?"

"I-"
Tien tried to answer but he was beset by a killer headache.

"TIEN!
Don't force yourself! Just get some rest! Please!"

But he ignored Chiaotzu and sat up.
He forced his aching eyelids open and almost fell back and hit his head again.
"I... I can see..."

"Hmmm?
What can you see Tien?"

"Everything..."

And I just remembered that I love to torture myself and that I got 1 omake left that I should've done already
So here's another one to add to the pile
>Meeting the boss

>>4236506
This is a Xianxia story now folks.

>>4236506
Oh boy now he has to get used to the universe burning constantly.

>>4237887
Tien is going to be fucking furious with Goku that he has been letting this go on.

>>4237102
I mean, it's Tien
He always kinda was. He has a literal third eye for crying out loud

>>4237887
>>4237891
You think he doesn't know?
He probably had seizures when Broly went nuts and he saw Frieza first hand AND heard the tales about him
If anyone then he knows what sorta shit he could guess what it's like out there

>>4237956
Knowing and constantly feeling it are 2 difrent things. One is just intellectual knowlige other is feeling the effects constantly.

This is basicly shortening the theoretical distance between people. Like you know that somewhere some dude will kill a man today but you don't experience it so you don't care as much as you would being close by. This basicly makes shure that the distance to him just shrunk he in a way now will be a constant witness even if the pictures still hazy and not that clear as it could be.

>>4238026
Yeah I suppose that's true

Anyway, Imma start writing the next one
Hopefully it'll be worth the weight

"Oh man... there are a lotta dudes here bruh!"

"I thought you read in the newspaper that there would be a crowd after someone supposedly got in."

"Yeah man but this is... like a whole lot.
I don't mean to sound heretical or anything bruh but there are almost as many people here as the Super Bowl!"

"But it doesn't sound like anyone is going in."

"Nah.
They are just standin' there like chodes in the gym shower.
What are they waiting for?"

"Most likely for someone to come out."

"Psh... cowards!"

The duo make their way to the mysterious door that appeared here one day and leads to some impossible space.
First it became a tourist attraction, then various government agents tried to contain and study it. When nobody could enter it became little more than a curiosity... but one day a boy went in.
Everyone that tried their luck at the gate found themselves unable to lie about what they experienced in there.
So when the local boy came out saying he saw someone in the interest of the masses was reinvigorated.

These two needed little convincing to immediately seek this place out afterwards.
"So uh... what do you think we'll find in there bruh?"

"Hmmmm... If I knew I wouldn't be trying to enter there, would I?"

"No need to be cryptic man! I was just asking."

"I kid, I kid... But I really don't know.
How about you? Who do you think we'll find there?"

"Zyzz!
And once I shake his hand I'll go and tell my bros!"

"I'm... surprised you didn't bring them actually.
What happened? I hope you didn't have a fallout."

"Nah! We all tread the path of the swole!
But their gains are not hueg enough yet! They must learn to lift harder before they could carry the weight of God on their shoulders!"
Then the muscular man scratched the back of his head.
"Plus uuuh... we only had enough money for one plane ride. Shit's expensive man!
Gotta win some more strongman competitions soon!"

"You know... you could've asked.
We may not have much but we share what we do."

"Nah man!
Y'know how gay that'd be? Asking a stranger for money?"

"We were fellow seekers of the truth, comrades if you will.
Hardly strangers."

"Yeah but we only became pals on the trip!"

"Hmmm I suppose.
By the way, thanks again for stopping with the excessive body oil.
But you're still sweating a bit too much for my nose."

"Sorry Bao!
I lift 'till the day I die!"

The duo cut to start of the line and pushed aside everyone getting in their way.
After asking the regulars they confirm that multiple people can enter one at a time and that they'll never meet in there.
More mystical nonsense which only serves to confirm that this is the place they were looking for.

First was Bao.
The monk spent many, many hours contemplating the answers for each trial but eventually he passed through.
Upon crossing the final door he felt something... alien hit him. It was unlike the strangeness of the Saiyans, it was more... divine, like he was walking in the gardens of god himself. Fitting really.
Then he felt something else.
"Is that- No...."

"Finally you made it brah!"

"How did you get here before me?"

"I 'unno I was just as surprised as you are.
I just said the first thing that came to mind and I got in no problem!"

"Somehow I'm not even surprised."

Their conversation is cut short however by an approaching presence.
They felt the blood in their veins freeze and almost fell to their knees out of pure instinct.
The strange figure spoke to them while stroking his beard.

"Sorry to make you wait.
I had a suspicion both of you would make it so I wanted to wait with introductions.
Hello."

"Y-You're not... what are you?"

"What's wrong my friend? What do you see?"

"Dude, can't YOU sense him?"

"My sense... they are blinded by his radiance."

The alien tapped the ground with his cane to get their attention.
"Sorry to disappoint you. I do not look like you, nor did I shape you in my image.
In fact I did not create you at all."

"So... you're not... y'know, the big guy upstairs?"

"I'm just an old man long past the age of retirement.
A mutual acquaintance of ours dragged me from my home planet and gave me a job offer.
So now... I am your guardian."

"So god is an ayy?
This is so weird..."

"Guardian of what specifically?"

"Yours, the planets.
I'm what you'd call a god but really, I'm just supervising things and report to the higher ups.
And in reality I mostly just sit here and study you. Your people have a surprisingly rich history."

"I hope our darker moments did not worsen your opinion of us."

"Nonono. In fact I found myself becoming quite fond of you people.
So much so that I've been anxious as to when someone would finally reach me."

"What about the boy?"

"Lucas? Good kid! Not what I was looking for.
You on the other hand?"

"What do you want from us?"

"Basically?
Continue the work! Your friend had the right idea.
Your people need to be elevated. And I'm willing to help.
If you're willing, I'll teach you how to properly use your newfound power. From that point onward... it's up to you.
So? What do you say?"
The two exchanged a brief look before giving a unanimous nod.
"Excellent! Then allow me to introduce myself! My name's Jih! But you'll call me teacher!"

>>4239756
>it's not even Zyzz
2/10, doesn't even buy chicken breast in bulk.

>>4239756
Glad to see that some of the other powerful humans on Earth are getting introduced to the divine hierarchy.

Still, I can help but wonder what all the government spooks are doing in the meantime. Will they try to attempt to establish contact with Jih, I wonder?

>>4239756
>Bao and the /fit/izen king are bro-ing it up

Fuck yeah

>>4240402
That's the point of the trials
Unless the agent the alphabet boys send in is of the highest moral fiber, he ain't getting in
And if he does he might just lie to his bosses about it

Okay these last two are a bit of a mixed bag
One is goofy and the other is serious
Imma leave the serious one for last

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Curious creatures are the demons.
Unlike most sentient beings they operate solely on instinct, abiding their nature to its fullest.
As they are not know for introspection they seldom grow out of this simple state of existence.
But with strange aeons even death may die and in time even a demon may rise.

Indeed this one did just that.
Back when she was considered a "proper" denizen of the Makai her current course of action would be seen as a gross waste of time and energy.
But now with her newly earned freedom, the luxury of not having to worry about her life all the time, it's the most worthwhile use of her power.

It may seem like a silly idea but she's confident it'll work.
After all, the demon witch reminds her oh so much of the old wizards of the Makai, pompous and arrogant beyond words.
They thought themselves so much "better" than the mindless demons, so much "smarter". Yet their infinite hubris brought about their doom when they believed themselves to be infallible.
And now the ruiner of time will be undone by nothing less than her own mind. All Sala needs is a little shapeshifting and a bit of "creativity" to get the ball rolling.

First she'd need mass. Unfortunately mere air won't suffice, she needs mass and not size.
Her slender frame grows thicker as she forces her form to swell. But looking obese wouldn't do it, oh no. She needs something else.
A little focus, a bit of careful compacting and voila! Her limbs start to shorten, followed by her tail and finally her torso adjusts to the rest.
Now she's properly small and chunky but some of the quirks need to be ironed out. A smooth skin is necessary to make her look nice and plump.
And finally, the finishing touch.

Blowing into her own thumb she makes her head swell in size.
This part needs the most attention as if she messes up her face it'll have the opposite effect of what she wants.
Oversized eyes, a round face, full and pinchable cheeks. And reducing the size of her nose and mouth are all necessary.
Once the transformation is complete she looks in a nearby pond and smiles with glee.

"Yes!"
Then she realizes that something's amiss.
"Oh right... my voice."
*ahem*
"Mi-mi-mi-mi-miiiiii! Perfect!"
She squealed in a high pitched voice.

She prowled around her prey like a proper predator, waiting for her to get back to her senses after all that crying but before she could fully compose herself.
Once the perfect opportunity presented itself she poked her head over the window still.
"Poyo!"

The room fell silent as she raised herself with her stubby little arms before falling forward due to her overly topheavy body and landing on her head.
She made a soft squishing noise as she landed and got up without much of a fuss, though her short arms couldn't really reach the top of her head she still did her best to hold the aching part.
"Me head got booboo'd..."
Sala waddled forward, headbutting the corner of the table and flapping her arms around to keep her balance somewhat.

Meanwhile the two other demons present just stared at her in disbelief.
"What are you doing?"

"H-Hewwo... me no see you.
Pwease don't tell meowster I'm here."

"No... what are you doing here?"

Sala continues to waddle into the shower where the laundry basket is while giving them an "explanation".
"Me get sad when master no play with me.
Me want to find reminder."
She attempts climbing into the laundry but ends up knocking it over and pulling the basket over her head.
After shaking it off she rummages through the used clothes until she finds an oversized shirt which she promptly puts on.
She raises the sleeve of the shirt up to her nose.
*sniff* *sniff* *sniiiiiiiiiff*
"Master always makes me feel so fuzzy inside!"

"I have no idea what your game is but don't think I don't see through you!
I KNOW YOUR PAST! You used trickery and deceit back in your hayday to catch demons off guard so you or your sister could kill them!
Whatever you want I won't fall for it!"

"Yes... Me 'member.
Bad days. Bad days with lots of thonking. Always thought of bad things, bad things made head hurt.
I 'member the big sad. But I stopped now. No moe big think, no more big sad. Only master. He make me happy.
Gives me bewwy wubs and calls me a good girl. Life is good."
*SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF*
"U-Uuuuuh... don't tell master I came okay? Bye!"

She hurriedly left behind everything and climbed out the way she came in, leaving Towa to clean up the mess she made.
Once she was sure to be out of sight and nobody could hear her she began cackling like the fiend she is.
The witch thinks herself clever does she? Little does she realize, that big brain of hers will be her undoing.
Of course she saw through her act, anyone would. But that's the point. A normal person wouldn't give two shits about it, they'd just shrug at the weirdness and move on.
But her? She'll keep thinking and thinking about it for hours on end, wondering if it really is just an act. And if at any point the thought crosses her mind that Sala might've been genuine it'll be all over.

Sala has successfully sown the seeds of doubt in Towas mind.

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>>4241479
>Poyo

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>>4241479
Pic related.

I wonder, is Mira also humiliated by being a glorified butler with a gun to his head? Or is his priority programming to keep Towa safe leading him to the conclusion that maybe life as a mundane couple isn’t so bad after all?

It’d be interesting to find out. The first Mira’s prerogative to get stronger regardless of the cost led him to betray Towa and absorb her. I wonder if Mira II’s prime objective might lead to a path of genuine peace for him and Towa, if given the proper nudging.

>>4242142
He's slightly irked but not nearly to the point Towa is. Given the chance he'd still dish out some payback
Keep in mind he's still the original on some level

But yeah, if you managed to make his cogs turn and he arrived at the conclusion that this actually better for Towa he'd do a reverse HAL9000

Okay fellas!
Tomorrow we shall continue where we left off and with an asswhooping to boot!

>>4243152
Whoop! \*·*/

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Cabba remains on the ground with his head ringing like a belltower after your last stunt.
For a second there the thought that your threat didn't quite reach him crosses your mind.
Perhaps you ought to reiterate it louder this time!

But as you prepare to unleash the wrath of god on the poor bitch-boy you hear him muttering something under his breath.
"Enough..."

"Hmmmm? What's that? Not enough?
Okay! If you say so!"

"I said... ENOUGH!"
He flexes and unleashes an explosive ki wave that pushes you back.
As he rises from the ground Cabba appears... almost defeated, his head hanging low and his arms appearing limp.
"I will not stand for this! You've been treating me like a rug! You hit me, harassed me, insulted me! NO MORE!
If beating you up is what gets you to finally stop then SO BE IT!"

As the saiyan boys fighting spirit rises so does his ki... and apparently even his bloodlust.
Once he looks and feels like he's about to get serious you see him bearing his teeth and growling.
Your eyes might be playing tricks on you but... did he have fangs? And did his eyes flash red for a second there?
This might be more difficult than you initially expected.

He prepares to charge you, taking one step forward and focusing a scary amount of energy in it.
But he foolishly doesn't transform. Does he intend to fight you in his base?

>Very well. If he wants to fight on your level he'll regret it
>He'll regret underestimating you. Beat his ass!
>Nuh-uh! He'll give you his all and he'll LOOSE (draw out the Super Saiyan)
>Other?

>>4244555
>He'll regret underestimating you. Beat his ass!

>>4244555
To be fair we are the dick waffle here. So I hope he gets that W.

>Very well. If he wants to fight on your level he'll regret it

Not going to just give it to him tough.

>>4244570
Yeah, you kinda are
Nobody claims otherwise
But we'll see... Unfortunately for da boi your dicerolls are notoriously good

Won't vote for this one. I have absolutely no intrest in this fight.

>>4244613
Speaking of no votes, where is everybody?
I've noticed a lack of players recently. I seriously hope it's just my quest getting stale and not people going down with the coof

>>4244626
Duno. This quest is pretty good.

>>4244555
>He'll regret underestimating you. Beat his ass!

Oh nice, we got a third vote
So... no mercy for the poor cabbage
A'ight
>writing

And in the meantime please give me a roll
Since Cabba is not near 100% yet here are the thresholds
DC:15
Crit:19

>>4244555
>Very well. If he wants to fight on your level he'll regret it

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>4244662

Rolled 14 (1d21)

>>4244662

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>4244662
It’s time to make the donuts.

Rolled 16 (1d21)

>>4244662

>>4244665
See what I'm talking about?
Unless I severely gimp you the chances of the boy winning are slim to none

>>4244670
Hornestly I would not be in any way offended if this fight did not get rolls and we get this over with quick. Us just being a dick and wailing on him with no real reasion or provocation is just pathetic.

I kind of agree with him. We had this moment not long ago where we kind of but not really gave our blessing with a threat to not hurt sis. This just came out of the left field and feels off hence me not voting.

>>4244676
>>4244677
Weaklings.

>>4244680
So what porpouse dose this fight serve really? From what I see others when I left just went hey let's beat up Cabba for no real reasion in character besides being petty and vague fear of growth spur.

If me not liking being a dick is being weak then I am proud to be week.

>>4244684
Spoken like a whelp.
You’ll perish like the rest of the weaklings.
Growth demands conflict!

>>4244685
So basicly this is purely because edge. We won't learn much from this hornestly.

>>4244687
Maybe you won’t, but Cabba certainly will learn a thing or two.

>>4244687
Don't be so sure about it

>>4244692
Hornestly I doubt it will be all that worth it for nuking this bridge and it potentualy getting back to sis eventually.

>>4244694
Nuking? Who's talking about nuking here?

>>4244694
This is dragonball. Fights just air out grievances and bring people together unless it results in one party killing the other. Especially when a saiyan is involved, even if it’s the biggest pussy of a saiyan to exist since Tarble.

>>4244696
What else would you call a suden unwarranted asult on someone? I felt burning bridges was too light a phrase.

If he's not going to take this seriously, then you will.
Since he's taking his sweet time with throwing the first punch you can go ahead and show him the error of his ways.
Your body begins to shiver as you prepare to activate your time-skip.

Once it's ready you leap into the alternate time-space and move around to the back of Cabba.
With the distance between the two of you it can't really be used as anything other than a gap-closer. But that's plenty enough.
Or so you think.

The second you step out of frozen time and prepare to strike him down you see his head turning and his eyes shifting to look at you.
Time seemingly slows down for you as your lips purse to let out a quick "Oh shit" as the saiyan begins turning with his fist aimed square at your face.
Sometimes you forget that Cabba is still a veteran fighter and an elite in the Saiyan army, so of course he has more than enough battle experience to make up for his inferior technique.
And since he saw you fight more than a few times of course he can see through your tricks.

Well, you don't get to act surprised about this development for long as his knuckles dig into your cheek.
Though he's not really comfortable with his new body it sure does pack a punch! Your head starts spinning and drags the rest of your body with it as the saiyan bitch-slaps you.
Landing with a loud crash you take your time getting up while letting out a pathetic "Ow".

"HAD ENOUGH YET?!"
He shouts at you while you lay around a bit longer, caressing your red cheek.

Lifting your body up with pure psychic energy you leer at him.
"Hardly!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHankFNxrWI

Opting for a more direct approach this time you skip the time manipulation shenanigans and rush him with what you know best.
Though you lost the element of surprise having full view of your opponent and being able to read his movements more than makes up for it.
With your rapid palm strikes swatting Cabbas counter assault aside is mere childsplay and between your parries you can sneak in a few focused strikes with the base of your hand, striking the ribs and the chin of the Saiyan whenever possible.

Though every time you want to put more force into the attacks, like a bit of vibration or swirling streams of energy Cabba easily avoids them.

Seems like he's perfectly okay with letting a few of your moves sneak in if it means he can avoid the worst of them.
Smart. But not possible to keep up for too long...
Which means-

"TAKE THIS!"
He pulls back his fist and prepares for a mighty blow.
The speed stemming from his unbelievably large pool of ki makes his tactical blunder meaningless as he can almost throw a punch so fast it lands before he even raised his arm.

Luckily his posture was a dead giveaway which gave you plenty of time to prepare for his attack.
Raising your palm to intercept him you prepare a reflex guard and even add some vibrations for good measure, make him really hurt when he touches you!
But the blow never arrives. You stand there waiting dumbly and see his fist stop a mere inch before touching you.
Then it hits you, his other fist sneaking in under your guard and hitting you in the liver. Though the reflex guard mitigates the damage a great deal it still makes your head spin that he could bamboozle you like this.

And he doesn't let the opportunity go to waste either.
He pulls his hand back and immediately chains into an uppercut. But that's just a bit too cheeky even for your taste.
So you headbutt him before he can connect and make him reel.

Stumbling backward a bit he continues to growl and his aura keeps getting fiercer.
Looks like he's getting quite pissed.
"What's wrong Cabba? Aren't you enjoying yourself?!"

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He flexes his arms and with an explosion so violent its shockwave manages to push you back, he transforms.
Now it looks like he's ready to give you the fight you're looking for.

Not feeling like being left behind you follow suit and transform.
Cabbas overwhelming rage compels him to attack you immediately with his newfound vigor.
A testimony to the great difference between your and your twin universe is that Cabbas Super Saiyan is much, MUCH more potent than even Vegetas so this might hurt a bit.
But that's what you came here for.

You see his fist coming your way and welcome it.
Responding to his attack with your own you cross your arms with Cabba and the two of you manage to hit the other at the exact same moment.
You remain in your little stalemate for a few moment as the monkey boy growls at you.

>He seems to be quite pissed. Let's push him a bit further
>Now that you seem to be stuck like that, let's have a little chat with him
>Grab his tail quickly
>Other?

>>4244759
>Now that you seem to be stuck like that, let's have a little chat with him

>>4244759
>He seems to be quite pissed. Let's push him a bit further

>>4244764
Why tough?

>>4244772
I mean even if you don't agree with the fight you can still do a write-in with how you'd handle this
Who knows maybe it'll convince the others

>>4244759
>>Grab his tail quickly
Let's pull that shit

>>4244759
>Now that you seem to be stuck like that, let's have a little chat with him

>>4244759
>Now that you seem to be stuck like that, let's have a little chat with him

>>4244828
Nothing comes to mind hornestly that could calm this situation down as Eric wants this fight IC and Caba is rightfully absolutely livid at us. So breaking the tie and hope that Caba has mini reason we suck speach right now talk.

Okay
Looks like we're gonna have a friendly little "chat"
>writing

>>4244856
Funny thing at the party when he arrived he was reddy to fight then and we gave the speach about as long as she is happy and he don't hurt her he would be tolerated. Caba probably tought it was mostly the end even if Eric will continue to be well Eric. Then this happens.

>>4244626
It's way early for me I just woke up so I'd assume that is probably the same for most anons.

As you grind your forehead against the saiyans you look him straight in the eye and speak up, trying to get through that near berserker rage of his.
"Come on Cabba! I wanted to see that look in your eye so bad and now you're keeping it from me!
Quit teasing me and fight me already!"

Through the angry grunting you manage to make out a few choice words as he manages to show a bit of lucidity.
"You're mad!"

"Yes! Yes I am!
Now shut up and hit me already bitch!"

You feel his body shift around as he raises his leg and kicks you in the gut.
Flying backwards for a bit you reach for your stomach and wince in satisfaction.
"Good! That's the spirit!"

Then you raise your hand and put up your guard, expecting further retaliation which doesn't come.
Cabba stands there still burning with a golden light and watches you in near total silence.
"What do you want Eric?"

Straightening your back until it lets out a pop you relax for a moment.
"What gave it away?"

"You're playing it up way too much."

"I guess you're correct. I did try a bit too hard.
I'm still miffed about my sister, that's true. And after what happened to Caulifla and Kale I just KNEW it happened to you which pissed me off further.
So that was a good enough excuse."

"For WHAT?!
To attack me out of nowhere?"

"I wanted to punch something...
And whilst it satisfied my desire it also served a higher purpose."
Cabba stares at you with burning anger in his eyes.
"Tell me, how do you feel?"

He looks down at his arms and gives them a few testing motions.
"HOW DO YOU THINK?!"

"Pretty good all things considered."

"PRETTY GOOD?!"

"Yes.
You almost remind me of your master."

"Master Vegeta?"

"Yea.
I had a very fruitful sparring session with the guy.
Learned quite a few things with him and thought I'd share. But knowing how big of a stick is up your butt I'd never be able to teach it to you."

"T-That does sound like something coming from master.
You had to get me angry, correct?"

"Yeap.
You get a few of Vegetas tricks, I get the punch in the face I want since I can't leave this fucking planet to get my fix AND I get a little experience with the whole thing so I can teach the girls easier."

"Wait... Caulifla and Kale?
Come to think of it you did mention them. What happened?"

"Same thing as with you.
Weird sudden growth, inability to move well. But it looks like that's very temporary.
Now.... you do look like you still got that scary look about you. Can you keep being angry or do I have to go for the throat again to make you bare your fangs?"

"Yeah... attacking me out of the blue really pushed my buttons! So I think I can manage that.
Now out with it. What do you want to show me Eric?"

"How about Super Saiyan 3?"

"S-Super Saiyan-"

"Yeah yeah, don't make me repeat myself.
You obviously need to be really fucking pissed to do it but there's something else.
I thought about pushing you until you were forced to unlock it. But you fucking ruined it, so thanks about that."

"If that succeeded you would've died."

"No kidding.
I don't know if it's you shedding your manlet status or the tail doing it but you pack more of a punch than I remember."

"I... don't know.
Growing up shouldn't have much of an effect on us.
So it must be the tail."

"And I guess that's also the reason for you growing a pair of balls.
Seriously, you were actually somewhat intimidating."

"Hmmm..."
He seems to be quite absorbed by that, enough that his raging energy abated if only a little bit.
"Interesting. So, you wanna continue?"

>No, you ruined it. Not in the mood anymore
>Yeah. Let's keep going
>Punch him without a warning
>Other?

>>4244972
>Yeah. Let's keep going

Might as well so this whole thing doesn't become a waste of time.

>>4244972
>No, you ruined it. Not in the mood anymore

>>4244972
>Punch him without a warning (Not hard just enough to knock him away)
>Yeah. Let's keep going

>>4244972
>Punch him without a warning

>>4244972
>Yeah. Let's keep going
No need to go straight back to that shit.

>>4244972
>Yeah. Let's keep going

>>4244972
>Yeah. Let's keep going

A'ight
But just because the jig is up doesn't mean you get to have it easy
You still gotta force the boi to shave his eyebrows
>writing

Best of 4
DC: 17
Crit: 20

Rolled 13 (1d21)

>>4245055

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>4245055

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>4245055

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>4245055

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>>4245059
>>4245063
Thank you kindly

>>4245063
>>4245059
My love and adoration of these two is slowly being replaced by "Oh, those assholes again" every time they pull off this shit

>>4245084
How could you ever hate best wife and MVP-san?

>>4245086
I still love them
But unless I spontaneously developed a scat fetish I won't enjoy being shat on

You tap him on the chest and with a palm thrust push him away.
He staggers back a bit as he looks at you.
"Yeah sure, let's keep going."

"Okay. Not gonna let that get to me then."

"Noooooo you idiot! Let it get to you!
That's the point!"

"R-Right... Ha-haaaaaaaa!"

Okay this is just sad now.
As well as you rustled his jimmies the last time his efforts are just as pathetic now. Looks like you need to give him a little "aid" in getting him into the right mood.
Stretching out your hand you take the first shot and fire a blast straight in his face. The little ball of energy creates a puff of smoke when it hits him on the nose and when it fades Cabbas eyes light up with fire once more.
Looks like he tried to get a hold of all that pent up frustration again. But now it shouldn't be a problem.

Raising your hands you prepare to hold off the raging saiyan, attempting to redirect as many of his attacks as possible.
His machine gun like blows don't make this easy however. What's more it seems like his anger somehow affected his energy and you can't quite get a proper read on it.
Where previously you could by accident mix your ki with his and create divine ki, now it doesn't seem to happen no matter how many times or how hard you match his output.

But once you manage to figure out his new rhythm handling him gets quite a bit easier.
His rage, though potent and makes him immensely stronger also eliminates much of the complexity in his moves.
Every one of his actions is now horribly single minded, horribly direct and yet lacking in focus.

Striking your forearm like a sledge hammer Cabba makes you slide backward on your feet.
Since your guard is up the shortest route to a direct hit is from... above. You don't even need to look, just shoot a compressed burst of air diagonally up and after it's fired you hear it exploding.
You keep this up for a while and luckily it has the effect you desire.

Getting more and more frustrated Cabba finds himself instinctually delving deeper and deeper into that state of primal, unrestrained fury.
And the scary part is that eventually it's going to work out for him you think.
Depending on how much more power he can draw out he'll reach the point where you can no longer control the flow of battle.
But you can't stop now, not yet.

Using your time powers you get really under his skin.
With several micro-skips stringed together and interwoven with jabs you manage to drive him quite mad.
After about the fifth sucker punch Cabba finally decides to do something about this and begins screaming at the top of his lungs.
The wave of energy pushes you away and gives him ample room to continue powering up.

Now's a good time to go in for the kill.
While he's charging his energy you quickly form a ball of psychic energy in your hand.
Using an old trick and opening a miniature portal you fire the beam through it and hit the saiyan in the back of the head.
The beam explodes and makes him fall face first on the ground.

At that moment you stomp on the ground creating a second pair of holes which you use to kick him in the teeth.
Now doing a backflip Cabba is forced to take flight to stop himself from rolling around uncontrollably. Realizing he can't exactly get away with a free power-up he goes on the offensive.
He once again starts barraging you with punches and kicks, finding your stalwart defense as impenetrable as before... for a while.

But as he continues to wail on you his muscles begin bulging as he sneakily channels more ki.
Eventually his punches become so strong that a single one of them is enough to make your arms numb.
Once your arms are out of the equation he moves onto your legs, kicking you in the shins before clapping his hands together and beating your chest with a sledgehammer strike.

You break through a few trees on your way back and by the time you manage to get back on your feet you see that Cabba started transforming.

>Sit back and watch
>Go in and give him some quick pointers
>Sneak up on him and do a bit of "micro management"
>Other?

>>4245275
>>Go in and give him some quick pointers

>>4245275
>Go in and give him some quick pointers

>>4245275
>Go in and give him some quick pointers

>>4245275
>Sneak up on him and do a bit of "micro management"
alright, this has me curious

>>4245275
>>Sneak up on him and do a bit of "micro management"

>>4245275
>Sneak up on him and do a bit of "micro management"

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Feck
This is bad because this isn't an interchangeable vote
These two are actually quite different
So we'll try rolling for it

1=verbal aid
2=extensive aid

>writing

You watch for a second as his engorged muscles slightly deflate and bolts of electricity begin arcing around his body.
His transformation into a Super Saiyan 2 is quite a bit more violent than usual, seems to be a common theme now.
But if your guess is correct he's about to stop right then and there, not even bothering to try pushing himself further.
You can't have that now can you?

Soldiering on and pushing through the constantly blowing wind you approach Cabba and try to get through to him.
"CABBA!"

But he can't exactly hear you over his own screaming as well as the roaring of his own aura and as the ground is upturned around the raging Saiyan you realize that his heightened emotional state will probably stop him from listening to you even if that was not the case.
So words aren't sufficient and if you don't somehow intervene this whole thing will be pointless.
Sighing you go against your own better judgment and push through the tidal wave of energy shunted from Cabbas body.

Strafing around him you "attack" the saiyan from the back, fearing he might retaliate out of pure instinct you stretch out your hand.
Assuming direct control you grab Cabba by the scalp and begin forcing your mind on his.
Thanks to previous experiences you manage to slip in relatively easily.... though staying in his mindscape might prove more difficult.

The interior of the place is familiar to say the least. And in the worst possible way imaginable.
It is quite akin to Kales mind when she was lost in her berserker rage, though it's quite a bit more hospitable than the girls.
You guess he's tapping into the same aspect of his race but lacks the sheer natural connection your girlfriend has.
That does confirm a few of your suspicions though none of them are relevant right now.

What is, it's that the deeper they delve the more power they can draw from this primal source.
And what you've seen from Vegeta suggests they need to get quite far to reach the third stage.

>Keep bolstering Cabba so he can keep going
>Tap into that power yourself and bring it to the surface
>Let's see what lies at the bottom, shall we?
>Other?

>>4245450
>Keep bolstering Cabba so he can keep going

>>4245450
>Keep bolstering Cabba so he can keep going

>>4245450
>>Let's see what lies at the bottom, shall we?

>>4245450
>Keep bolstering Cabba so he can keep going

Playing support seems to be the plan
Okay

Roll the dice folks!
Best of 4
DC:18
no crit

>writing

Rolled 20 (1d21)

>>4245522

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>>4245522

Rolled 20 (1d21)

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>>4245527
Great! I bet you're glad you're wearing baggy pants now you old fart!
I had to diss your work so now you come out of the woodworks to style on me!
You're still cool though


>>4245530
AND THAT ONE'S STILL GREEN!

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>>4245527
>>4245536
Very out of character doc, helping monkeys like that

>>4245543
I don't think he has anything against Saiyans, hell he used a few of them in his magnum opus
He just really REALLY hates the guts of one in particular

>>4245543
Hey, he only hates a specific monkey. He’s an insane megalomaniacal mad scientist and evil engineer, but he only judges people based on the content of their character and their usefulness to him.

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>>4245527
>>4245536
>>4245561

triple 20, nice

>>4245561
>>4245536
>>4245527
Okay this is officially cursed

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>>4245561
Alright doc, if you insist.

>>4245527
>>4245536
>>4245561
>When the QM says "no crit" but you want to style on him anyways

You know, I was thinking.

I think Eric might be something of an anti-Goku.

While he is strong in his own right and learns exotic styles pretty easily, he’s still fairly middling in the power scale overall and can get stomped by his friends even if he goes all out.

But even so, he seems to excel in bringing out the best in his comrades. The Saiyans got over their Ki sickness, and learned how to harness their tail power. Hit is learning new and exciting ways to apply his time-warping powers. Vados is also learning how to appreciate the finer things in mortal life that she may not have picked up on normally. Champa may also be slightly less of a jerk, too.

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The only logical solution would be to do the same thing you did with Kale and try to replicate it, only this time with a bit more knowhow and general understanding of the situation.
Reaching out to the deeper parts of the boys psyche you desperately try to make contact with him.
When you find his signal he seems to be much more powerful and in control than Kale was, though he's still surrounded by this maelstrom of concentrated rage.
For the most part he seems to have it under control though not without great difficulty.

"CABBA!"

"E-Eric? What's going on?"

"I'm in your mind! I'm here to help!"

"N-No! Thanks but I got it!
This is a lot more than usual but I can still handle it fine!"

"But you're not gonna go to the next level that way!"

"Next level? Are you INSANE? I'm barely holding it together as is!
I thought I could but... this is just too much! That tail is-"

"Listen! You just gotta keep going!
I'm going to share the load with you! So just keep going!"

Reaching out you bolster Cabbas mind with your own, giving him enough force of will to subdue the raging energy around him.
With his newfound strength he takes a moment to get adjusted to it but the novelty quickly wears off and he gets to work.
"R-Right!"

When he gets to actively pulling out more of the power slumbering within himself the boy also awakens more of that bestial presence as he digs ever deeper.
What he unearths however is a bit... much even for a saiyan boosted by a high level empath like you, so much so that the resulting energy can even be felt in the material world fucking with your body.
A quick pull back shows you that currently you're staring into the equivalent of a birthing star, one that threatens to blow you away like a leaf in the wind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lGuDTRilKQ

"OH SHIT!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
Cabba gives his vocal cords the exercise of a lifetime as he continues

Though this is quite dangerous you can't exactly stop now so you continue assisting Cabba whose body undergoes its most drastic transformation.
His hair begins to extend, his muscles swell and his bones get slightly restructured as they all try to accommodate this ocean of power welling up in him.
This goes on for a little while after his body's done changing as he needs for all of it to settle down, lest it all goes out of control at the last moment.

When he's finally done he gives you a big frown as you start chuckling.
"Heh... haha! You did it!
You did-"

Before you can finish you find yourself laying on the ground, pain spreading through your entire head.
He punched you in the face... he almost knocked your lights out and you didn't even see it happen.
Leering over you Cabba gives you a terrifying look.
"Now we're even."

He presents his open hand to you which you take after a nervous chuckle.

Okay lads.
This is as far as I can go for now
Thank you all for participating! I'll return tomorrow with a few updates about how we proceed from here
Stay safe out there


>>4245740
I think someone once called him U6 Chichi as a meme
And the scary thing is that this is starting to seem accurate...

Alright you beautiful creatures! I'm back!
So... I came up with a little roadmap regarding next weeks sessions and how I should handle them
Basically it looks something like this

Monday: Omake time
>I intend to do the last one I promised but if any of you got requests I'm all ears
Wednesday: Short session
>If all works out I'll be running on Wednesday but as it says, it'll be one of the mid-week short ones. Also this is definitely a Schrödingers thread, unless you see me post at the usual time it has a chance of not happening due to workplace shenanigans. Lately I can't even breathe without someone shitting on me
And lastly on Saturday: Proper session
>Self explanatory regular quest day

And like I said up there if you got any side story requests then hit me up

>>4247071
>Unironically using terms like roadmap
I'm afraid that you're terminally wageslave now...for only wagies in their cagies use that term.

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>>4247414
the worst thing is that you're not wrong
they drive me like a fucking slave in there, dumping more and more stuff on my head that they don't want to do
my only consolation is that I'm getting shafted for 8 hours as opposed to 12

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>>4247546
Jobs...jobs never change...

*beep* *beep* *beep*
The sound of the electrocardiograph machine is not a pleasant one.
Our memes shape our perception of reality and due to its portrayal in media lead to this life saving device being viewed as a harbinger of death and sorrow, the prelude to the inevitable end. At least for those autistic enough to perceive it that way.
And since the 'tism is the one thing that Sam has plenty of hearing the sound of the machine made his eyes snap open.

*GAAASP* *cough* *cough*
"Uuuuugh... w-where am I?"
Sam squints as the light of the lamps make his eyes sting.

"Morning sunshine!"
A familiar voice calls out to him.
"I was wondering when you'd finally wake up."

"Doctor? W-Wah-"
Sam tries to sit up but a heavy dizziness overwhelms him and he falls back on the bed.

"Careful there hun. We pumped you so full of sedatives it'd knock even a horse out. Just try to relax for now.
How are you feeling?"

"Mmmmmmm... my chest hurts and my eyes sting."

"Understandable. Sorry but we had to crack open your ribs for the surgery.
But you seem to be healing quite fast! And your eyes hurt well... because they were open through the whole process and nothing short of a stapler could've shut them, sorry.
Gave us quite a fright too. Wanna see?"

"See what?"
Doctor Occam then shoved a mirror in Sams face without answering his question or waiting for his answer.
It took his eyes a bit of time to focus but when they did he couldn't believe them. Gathering his strength he reached up to tap his face, just to be sure he was seeing his own reflection.
"What... is that?"

"No clue.
Never seen a side effect like that before. Like I said, they just up and opened on their own.
They changed color right before our eyes. At first we thought a blood vessel might've popped.
But since only the iris changed we had to rule that out. After a double check we confirmed thaaat... they are the exact same color that Frost had.
I'm eager to see what that exactly implies! But on the flip-side you aren't exhibiting any of the other typical side effects.
Though you may still experience... mood swings and an unnatural craving for wine or shellfish.
Hope you're not allergic to those."

"My chest... my eyes... what did you people do to me?!"

"We tried something different with you.
Last minute decision by me, since you seemed like the perfect candidate.
Basically when we started out we only did some uuuuh... blood tranfusion. Call that Phase 0. It showed promising results.
An increase in strength, speed and durability but nowhere close to the degree we expected.
That's when we moved onto what you've seen before with the others, implanting the lumps into the body which we called Phase 1.
These operations result in a far greater increase in physical power but at the cost of frequent and... unpredictable mutations. Ramirez like you saw regrew his arm, that was good.
But in some cases they sprout spikes from their backs or display various other growths as they produce that strange bio-armor."

"And what about me?"

"Phase 2. A bit of both. First we implanted the cell culture near your heart which we then supplemented with a transfusion.
The implant attached itself to your heart since but hasn't shown any excessive growth. We speculate the cells in your blood supply the organ with what it needs so there's no need for further development.
Due to your condition we didn't perform any extensive research yet but so far your readings are very promising!"
The doctor then stood up and tapped the tray next to Sams bed.
"I know this is a lot so I'll give you some space. Here, I brought you some food in case you get hungry. It's just an MRE but it's surprisingly good!
I recommend making some ranger pudding, I even wrote down the recipe for you! Toodles!"

As the good doctor leaves Sam is left alone with his own thoughts.
Reality is slowly starting to dawn at him as he keeps staring into his reflection.
Maybe he really should've thought this through a bit more. Oh well. He has more pressing matters at hand.
Like that "thing" in his chest.

Luckily the good doctor didn't pick up on his half lucid blunder and assumed it was the stitching that hurt.
In truth his instincts have been screaming at him all this time: Something ain't right. Focusing a bit on his chest he can feel... something.
He doesn't know what it is but it's off. And it's not Frosts cells, those are integrating fine and they already filled with Sams own life force. But not "that".
It's hiding deep within him, out of sight and out of mind. But he feels it. It churns and grows slowly, very slowly but it's constant.
In a few months or maybe years it'll be quite a problem.

What it is he doesn't know, a contaminant, the aliens equivalent of white blood cells or something else.
But he's willing to bet on one thing. They fucking know about it. Either they are complacent... or they are the ones who did it. Regardless which is true, its purpose is clear: Insurance.
Do what we say or you don't get the medicine that keeps you alive.

Well, it's not like he expected anything less of the glowies. No matter.
He'll keep going for a little while longer, survey the area, get to know the other "test subjects" and then he'll decide what to do with them.

>>4248970
These glow-in-the-dark boys know he's a magician, right?
They may have fucked up if they gave him a virus or a bomb implant because somebody he knows definitely has a way to take that shit out.

>>4249130
Yes they do but they firmly believe they are the ones in control
And they are counting on the heart virus to keep him in check since they haven't got the foggiest about how magic works

>>4249232
>And they are counting on the heart virus to keep him in check
Is that the sort of thing Buu would be able to see and just eat? Because I feel like we're in the perfect position to play virologist next time we see Sam.

>>4248970
Well, Sam was a bit stupid for deciding to work with the glowies, but at least their attempts to control him are something we can deal with pretty easily. Probably going to need to smack him around a bit first for his dumbassery though.

>>4249349
>>4249667
What gives you the impression he can't do it himself?

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Why do I keep doing this to myself?
I keep making a fuckey-wuckey and fall in love with settings I research for inspiration
Last time it was Eberron but I got over it once I realized I'll never be able to find a group to play with.
This time I don't think I'll be so lucky as it's prime quest material
Why is Wakfu so kino?

>>4250376
So use the virus as a sacrifice in magic? Like Sam said greitest spell and all that. Would love them try to threaten him with that only for him to raise a finger to shush them and then sudely virus is gone used as a sacrifice to magic up a needlessly complex statue of him flipping them a bird.

>>4250470
Nox is the best tragic villan ever.

>>4250471
He could also just cure himself or straight up transport it to others or anything really
Magic is wacky

>>4250472
I don't even mean character-wise
I just dig their whole cosmology and lore.
Like how an orc becomes an elf if he practices with a bow a bit too much, or how everyone including the half furries are 100% human

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>>4250474
>give it to the lead researcher at the facility
>tfw they never bothered to actually make an effective treatment for it

>>4250907
Your smugness is warranted, they didn't
They only have the means to keep it at bay not cure it, like Zombrex

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>>4251030
>they didn't
My sides
>They only have the means to keep it at bay not cure it, like Zombrex
pic related

Okay lads!
Like I said previously I'll try to run tomorrow
If I won't find any time to do it I'll notify you

After begrudgingly taking the Saiyans hand you half expected him to punch you into the dirt again like a sapling but much to your shock it didn’t come.
Instead Cabba stares at you expectantly with his ridiculous hair.
You slump to the ground and begin caressing your red and throbbing cheek. There’s a good chance that if he hit you like he meant it that single punch could’ve changed your whole world in an instant.
Better not piss him off again.

But seeing you sit down made Cabba relax as well and turns off his transformation.
As his hair just poofs out of existence he also seems worse for wear and takes a seat next to you. Try as he might he can’t seem to calm down his heavy breathing.
Without his panting getting better Cabba speaks up.

*pant* *pant*
"That was... something."

"That bad huh?"

"Worse. You don't feel it until you turn it off but that saps you so quickly!"

"Yeah, I kinda saw that.
Not even Vegeta is comfortable using that for any period of time.
Mostly he used it for an instant when he was punching me. We'll just have to see if it's beyond redemtion I guess.
Does te tail help at all?"

"I guess so.
It's much easier to maintain the first two so I assume the same is true for this one
But I- it felt like it got worse elsewhere. I felt angry... violent.
I don't like it."
While Cabba is relaxing and tries to catch his breath you remain silent and stare absent mindedly at your feet. Eventually the silence gets so awkward that the Saiyan feels the urge to break it himself.
"So... are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"No."

"Come on! You owe me at least that much!"

*sigh*
"Where do I even begin?
I got multiversal assassins after my head so Champa has me under lockdown, my kids called me a shithead-dickhead because I can't go and help them with their issues on planet Plant-"
Cabba looks like he wants to respond to that but opts to let you finish.
"In addition to that I had Zenny dump a pair of demons on my head with the job of rehabilitating them.
That'd be bad enough as it takes some genuine effort from me to not beat them over the head as is, but I also fear that if I should fail I'd follow them on the chopping block.
So yeah... I don't even know where to begin unfucking this! And that's ignoring other things I'd actually want to do! Like taking Caulifla and Kale to Sadala!
I got waves crashing over my head and somehow, I don't know how I got the feeling that it's only going to get worse!
What with our neighbouring universe being on fucking FIRE!"

Sitting back a bit while still struggling with breathing properly Cabba looks up at the sky.
"Can't say I know how you feel.
But I can tell that nothing good ever comes from shouldering the weight of the universe...
How about you ask someone for a little help? I'm sure there are plenty of people who'd jump in a fire for you."

"And when do I stop?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean I've come this far already, worked my ass off and still feel powerless!
When the hell do I get to stand on my own damn feet already?!"

"Don't get too beat up about it, there's always a bigger fish-"

"Don't YOU start with the Star Wars references now!"

"Sorry, Elena made me watch them and they just... stuck.
But hey, as mad as I am at you right now it's still my job as a member of the Sadala Force to protect people!
So how about we solve that assassin problem of yours instead of sitting around, moping all day?"

>What do you have in mind?
>Yeah, piss off Champa by ignoring his orders. Good idea!
>How about you tell me what you know about them instead? Didn't you fight any of the Universe 4 schmucks?
>Other?

>>4252639
>What do you have in mind?

>>4252639
>What are you gonna do, arrest them? Hire Hit to assassinate the assassins? Write a sternly worded letter?

>>4252639
>What do you have in mind?

Okie-dokie I'm home!
>writing

You give him a confused look.
"What do you have in mind?
No, I genuinely want to know. What are you gonna do? Arrest them? Hire Hit to assassinate the assassins?
Write a sternly worded letter or maybe a restraining order? Tell me mister police man!"

"I was thinking more along the line of tracking them down, beating them within an inch of their lives and dragging them back to let Champa sort them out.
Mainly in how many pieces he wants to send them back."

Jesus...
"W-What made your balls descend again?"

"Your sister-"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..."
You hold back the urge to explode in a violent tirade.

"And the fact that I just woke up to you trying to murder me.
Now you're no longer the only one with a murderboner in need of taking care of."

You pause for a second and just take in the fact that Cabba is going full Saiyan for probably the first time since you knew him.
Then once the novelty wears off shake your head a little and try to inquire about the details of this madlads plot so that you can hopefully talk him down.
"Okay... but how? I don't know where they are and if they can infiltrate a universe I doubt even a Kai can detect them.
And naturally Vados won't just tell us."

"Easy. We use you as bait.
When they feel like getting their lives ruined I jump out and we tag team them."

"And you think just the two of us will be enough?"

"I've seen how the 4th operates. They are a cowardly bunch who prefer stabbing people in the back.
So I assure you, it's better to force them out of hiding with an opportunity they can't resist. Otherwise they'll cook up something far worse.
Besides... if we can't handle them together then we can definitely handle them "together"."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm..."

>As much as I hate it, I agree
>No, I'm not opposed to taking care of them but we need a better plan
>Don't think so. Rushing in will only get us killed.
>Other?

>>4252733
>As much as I hate it, I agree

>>4252733
>As much as I hate it, I agree

>>4252733
>As much as I hate it, I agree

>>4252733
>As much as I hate it, I agree

>>4252733
>As much as I hate you, I agree.

Okay we're in agreement then
>writing

"As much as I hate to admit it, I agree.
Though the plan itself could use some improvements.
Well whatever. No need for delicacy when wielding a hammer."

"Yeah. Took the words right out of my mouth.
So... the only question is how do we get out of here?
My ship is nowhere near fast enough to get out before we get found out. And I don't think either of us want to find out what Champa has in store for us."

"Let me worry about that part.
I think I can think of a few ways to leave-"

"Don't get too carried away.
Remember we need them to know that you left."

"Yeah but without letting figure out I'm not alone.
I was thinking about some standard portal action but... you suck at holding back your power.
Not to mention you can't be stealthy either."

"I uh... I was not trained for espionage.
That's kinda why I needed you for the Plant job.
Anyway let's go somewhere more secluded before we decide anything. In the meantime I'll share what little I know about them."

"I thought you fought only one?"

"I saw some of the others.
While I don't know most of their abilities I can give a few pointers."

"Well it's better than nothin I suppose.
Okay, let's go to the opposite end of Champas planet. My moon would be too obvious."

As you leave Cabba begins giving you a quick rundown on what you can expect.
"I think they had only three, maybe four proper fighters and even they liked using underhanded tactics.
But the most despicable of them would go as far as to throw themselves off the ring while holding one of the more problematic fighters."

"They'd go as far as sacrifice themselves to achieve their objective?"

"Yeah.
But they were fodder mostly.
And the weirdest thing is, I don't think they had a full team. They were missing a few people."

As you continue you reach the ass end of Champas planet and begin discussing your escape.
"So... how do we do it?"

>Portal skipping over planets
>We ask Vados to teleport us away
>Other? (recommended)

>>4252927
>Portal skipping over planets

>>4252927
>Portal skipping over planets

>>4252927
>>We ask Vados to teleport us away

>>4252927
>Portal skipping over planets

Well okay
But you may not like this
You need to roll for the result, if you fail it'll be less than ideal

Best of 4
DC:17 Crit:20
>writing

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>>4252985

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>>4252985

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>>4252985
Watch this

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>>4253003
how

>>4253003
Praise thee for thy has brought upon a blessing to us

>>4253003
Thanks doc

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>>4253003
Thank you Doctor.

"I have an idea. It's not easy but I think I can do it.
Added bonus is that I'll light up like a Christmas tree during it."

"Alright. What is it?"

"Well it's dangerous and stupid but I think I can essentially bunny-hop across the planets using a series of portals."

"I don't follow."

"I locate the closest planet and portal over there, then I locate the next one and so on and so on."

"Yeah that does sound very dangerous.
How do you know the planet you jump to is even hospitable?
What if it's a desolate rock with no atmosphere and you pop like a balloon the second you step on it? Or what if it ends up venting the air of the planet into dead space?"

"I don't. That's why I said it's dumb and dangerous.
But I think if I add a thin membrane of energy to the portal I think I can avoid the succ.
The rest well... I'll just have to do it quick enough and hope my aura can hold me together in the meantime.
Once I find a planet we can actually stand on for any extended period of time and it's far away we'll just stop there and wait for the fish to bite."

"Well I may not like it but I don't have anything better so...
How are you planning on sneaking me in there as well? As much as you light up I'll still show up if they try to sense you."

"Oh I don't think that'll be an issue.
I have another dumb plan that can help with that! And it's only dangerous for me! Hopefully."

"That... doesn't fill me with much confidence."

You share the details of your secondary plan with Cabba and after assuring him that there is absolutely no danger to him whatsoever (probably), you get to work.
Transforming into the awakened state you put on your mask and give the surrounding area a long range scan. The quality of the celestial body doesn't matter as much as its distance, since you'll be stretching yourself thin as is.
Thankfully though Champas frequent "accidents" left most of the surrounding space quite desolate there are enough small floating rocks around that you can use to string together a path out into deep space.
The only thing you need to worry about is the bubble of air held together by your ki lasting for the entire trip.

Though your ki or other common senses don't pick up anything your other, more subtle ones do.
After about the 15th skip you feel as if someone is watching you.

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You've been jumping around in space for quite a while now, using whatever you could as footing.
But thankfully now that the asphyxia is kicking in you hit a lush, green planet that seems verdant enough to support life.
Stopping to top off a little, since you're still not far enough, you start coughing violently as the spore filled air hits your lungs and assaults your throat.
Bad idea! Gotta keep going!

Like a stone skipping across a lake you make waves with each planet, breadcrumbs for your eager little pursuers to follow.
They keep chasing you like hounds that caught scent through planets both dead and living, ignoring whatever may stand in their way.
The tension you feel in your back is mounting, your pursuers are more than eager, their actions almost appear compulsive, a need that must be fulfilled.
Well if they want a piece of you they are going to get it!

Finally after a bit more of the chase you find a planet suitable for your upcoming stand-off.
A planet that may be a bit too arid for your liking but it only has about 20 times Earths gravity and has some oxygen in its atmosphere.
In the few minutes you have left before the arrival of your hunters you turn on the rebreather functionality of your mask and watch as it whirrs to life, sucking in copious amounts of air and filtering out the precious gas needed for your survival.
It'll do for now but if it breaks you'll be in trouble.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQH3mmCgiWY

Finally you pick up something moving around in your periphery.
It moves without sound, its occupants let out no ki and it blends into its background like a chameleon, a space ship!
The machine touches down a good few paces away, leaving you tense as you wait for their pilots to arrive. The place grows deathly quiet and the wind dies down completely, almost as if the entire planet is waiting in anticipation.

You tighten one of your fists and raise it to your face in a guard.
There is nothing to be sensed from your surroundings, even if they saw your movements they didn't react to it.
Like a string pulled taut to its very limit your nerves are about to snap. You don't know how many enemies there are, nor how powerful they are. But they definitely have you surrounded.
Yet they don't want to make a move just yet.

Are they waiting for an opening? Fat chance. If your current stance is good enough to deter them then you'll keep it up for weeks if need be...
But that might be exactly what they want.

>Call them out
>Give them an opening to lure them in
>Fuck it! Take the first shot and kick things off!
>Other?

>>4253120
>Fuck it! Take the first shot and kick things off!

>>4253120
>Give them an opening to lure them in
>Take a load off and do some meditation
I imagine it wouldn't look too suspicious if we just left Champa's planet for some peace and quiet.

>>4253120
>>Give them an opening to lure them in

>>4253120
>Give them an opening to lure them in
>Take a load off and do some meditation

>>4253120
>>Give them an opening to lure them in
>>Take a load off and do some meditation

Mmmmhmmmm
Okay. Well... we'll need to roll for that
These will be generally very high. But because you critted last time you get 1 (1!) reroll

Best of 4
DC: 15 Crit: 20

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Rolled 11 (1d21)

>>4253167

Rolled 10 (1d21)

>>4253167

>>4253171
Your medicine has gotten weak doc
You'll need to give me a stronger dose

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Rolled 1 (1d21)

>>4253179

>>4253185
This is Big Green speaking, I'm bowing the fuck out.

Rolled 10 (1d21)

>>4253167