>>2096751

It came as a surprise to both yourself and Master Khara at the time, your final opponent left out cold in the middle of the courtyard. Being fourteen years old you were the middle of the pack when it came to the students who partook in the tournament and you had not expected to make it to the very end. However rules were rules, and your victory came with it the measured excitement for the future. You are still young enough to be enamored with the adventure but old enough to see it would be a journey of self-discovery. Still you packed your few belongings and a few rations of food and after a tearful goodbye, went on your way.

Getting to your feet you continue your morning stretches before settling into a steady rhythm of Measured and Perfected Motions.

Alongside reading, writing and education Master Khara trained you in the style of the Monastery, as all the boys before you were. Ever since you could walk you were always waddling and imitating older boys, and by the time you had started your actual instruction it was evident you were a prodigy. But an aptitude and brains alone would not have won you that tournament, and it was your mastery of the art of hand-to-hand combat that allowed you to be where you were now.

>What Style of Martial Art did your Monastery Teach?
>A. Swooping Hawk: Agile, Medium Range, Acrobatic;
>B.Darting Spider: Cunning, Long Range, Stealth;
>C. Dancing Swallow: Aggressive, Long Range, Defensive;

>>2096756
>>B.Darting Spider: Cunning, Long Range, Stealth;

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>>2096756

> C We strike with the flight speed of an unladen swallow.

Non SOM DB Quest?

LET'S FUCKING GO BOYS!

>>2096756
>C. Dancing Swallow: Aggressive, Long Range, Defensive;

>>2096756
>B

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>>2096756
>B. Darting Spider: Cunning, Long Range, Stealth

New DB quest?

>two long range options
>aggressive choice is also the defensive choice

All these squares make a circle. An aggressive defense isn't defending at all. I have become confuse the peruser of threads.

>>2096806
Oh Shite! I fucking wrote the style down wrong!

>C. Dancing Swallow: Agressive; Long Range, Relentless

>>2096825
In that case,
>C. Dancing Swallow: Aggressive, Long Range, Relentless

>>2096756
>A. Swooping Hawk: Agile, Medium Range, Acrobatic;

>>2096756
>>A. Swooping Hawk: Agile, Medium Range, Acrobatic

>>2096756
>C. Dancing Swallow: Aggressive, Long Range, Relentless

>>2096756
>A. Swooping Hawk: Agile, Medium Range, Acrobatic;

>>2096756
>C. Dancing Swallow: Aggressive, Long Range, Relentless;

>>2096825
Then let's do this one. Agressive and relentless sounds fun!

>>2096756
Dancing Swallow

Seems like Dancing Swallow Wins!

Writing

So, being forced to go and drive my family out to a party. Will probably be back to finish post in an hour.

I am so sorry.

However, with it being thanksgiving weekend in the states i'm sure you understand, college brats and all.

>>2096756

The Dancing Swallow was the primary form of martial art taught at the Monastery, as it was shaped from the early history of the monks that would come to inhabit it. In the very early years nearly three centuries before, during the Reign of an Evil Warlord, the monks were some of perhaps the most oppressed peoples; As the hope and charity they would show to victims of the struggle would often turn those who fled into freedom fighters who would oppose them. For this reason the once prominent series of temples were destroyed and the monks executed publicly.

In the light of this a man by the name of Kizen who himself was a student of a great martial artist, came forth.

The style that would eventually come to fruition was that of The Dancing Swallow style. Due to the time in which it was created, the style focused less on the ideals of self-defense and more on ensuring that opponents would not be able to threaten the monk's life again. While the style focused on this unrelenting style of fighting, it also focused on ensuring the monk’s safety. This meant that many of the strikes were rapid and sweeping blows that continued to rain down without restraint.


In the years after the tumultuous time that spawned it, The Dancing Swallow was pushed into obscurity. However while few still knew the style, those that practiced it still maintained the elegance and power of it’s style. You yourself had become a walking tapestry of it’s power, your arms and legs capable of lashing out and dealing powerful blows in an unending stream of flesh and bone. You had even mastered the art of armed combat with the style, a peculiar pair of weapons to be sure.

Born of the rush to learn and master, The Dancing Swallow’s weapons were...unusual to say the least.

As they were a monastery and not an armed institution, the weapon of choice at first were Iron Fans. While they were traditionally used for things like ceremonies and dances, the Iron banding and Ribs were reinforced. This resulted in weapons that had impressive physical damage while being both concealed and light. Later models made use of extending blades and a more rigid folding material, allowing for the use of slashing and even throwing attacks.

Finishing your routine of Kata you looked over what few belongings you had taken with you. In addition to the bedroll, cooking implements, small rations and knicknacks Master Khara had given you:
>A. A pair of old bladed War fans, the weapons of The Dancing Swallow
>B. A Rope Dart for hunting and trapping animals
>C. A Pair of Ceremonial Swords, perfect for intimidation and combat.

>>2097310
>>A. A pair of old bladed War fans, the weapons of The Dancing Swallow

>>2097310
>>A. A pair of old bladed War fans, the weapons of The Dancing Swallow

>>2097310
>>C. A Pair of Ceremonial Swords, perfect for intimidation and combat.

>>2097310
>A. A pair of old bladed War fans, the weapons of The Dancing Swallow

>>2097310
>A. A pair of old bladed War fans, the weapons of The Dancing Swallow

>>2097310
>C. A Pair of Ceremonial Swords, perfect for intimidation and combat.

>>2097310
>>C. A Pair of Ceremonial Swords, perfect for intimidation and combat.

we a boy or a girl?

>>2097650
I thought we were an attack helicopter.

>>2097310

While they were certainly older, the pair of tucked away fans was more sentimental than truly practical. There were notable spots of rust on some of the ribs, and the blades were thinned from use, however to you there was no better a weapon as it was once Master Khara’s pair. It had been his parting gift to you with the promise that one day you would return with a pair of your own. You had promised yourself to try and use them as sparingly as possible, as while they were still useful, they were close to the end of their shelf-life.

Giving a fond smile to the pair you made your way to the nearby river that ran the forest. Watching the flow of the river your reflection met you, distorted and bending as the river carried on to the sea. Your hazel eyes gave away your youth, framed by the little baby fat that remained in your cheeks. Above the shortened spikes of jet black hair danced like leaves in the wind, shining ever so slightly with the grease of the last evening's slumber.

Stripping yourself of your uniform and leaving it folded neatly by the shore you brace yourself before jumping into the river.

The feeling of the freezing water sends a bolt of cold through your spine, all the heat in your body being left in your core around your heart. Enjoying the feeling of the slight current around you, you push yourself up to the surface before paddling to the shore to keep yourself from drifting away. Grabbing the bar of soap you lather up your hair before quickly climbing back up to scrub yourself down. Now covered from head to toe in a nice lather you jump back in, feeling cleaner already.

You let yourself relax for a little longer, you swim along the river's breadth with ease before the rumble of hunger makes you realize you have yet to eat breakfast. Letting yourself dry by the riverbank you quickly dig into a few rice balls, the warmth of the sun a pleasant contrast to your recent dive. Finishing your meal you dress and pack up belongings before continuing for the road.

For a good hour the only thing you hear is the rustle of birds and small critters dancing around the forest around you. That changed with the high-pitched whine of something you could only assume was a motor vehicle. While you had not seen many motor vehicles a few had come to visit the Monastery before and the sound was close enough to guess. Now the only question was would they be kind enough to lend you a ride?

>Do you try and see if they’re friendly?
>A. Yes
>B. No

>>2097690
>>A. Yes

>>2097690
>A. Yes

>>2097690
>A. Yes

>>2097690
>A

>>2097690

Taking off into a jog you follow the noise as best as your ears allow you, trees blurring as you pick up the pace. You’re thankful for your morning stretches as you move along, the clearing to the road only a few feet ahead of you. Coming to a halt you can see a short distance away a motorbike trundling along the hills. You smile at your fortune as you attempt to wave it down, sure you’re a bit ahead but there’s nothing wrong with starting early!

As the bike gets within a few hundred feet the bike begins to slow, finally crawling to a halt perpendicular to you. As the rider steps out you immediately realize that they are female, given the dress and bow that topped the ponytail she had. You cease your waving and give the newcomer a smile.

“Hello!” You exclaim, bowing ever so slightly in gratitude that she stopped.

“Hello yourself, what can I do for you?” She asks, the slightest hint of a smile on her face. How strange.

“I was wondering if you could be so kind as to drive me to the nearest town? I know it’s in the way you are going but it is rather far to walk.” You ask.

The girl pauses for a moment before looking at a small hand sized device. Pressing a switch on the top it begins to beep in a steady, high-pitched tone.

“I could certainly do that, however I’m also on a bit of a mission so if you wanna ride you’ll have to go on a detour, if that’s alright with you?” She offers.

You nod in acceptance, as even a few hours detour is better than a few days of hiking. Making sure your small bag is secured to your back you approach the bike as she straddles it once more, making sure not to put your hands in any place she might find an issue with. Master Khara had taught you to be a gentleman after all, and you wouldn’t wish to lose the ride you now had.

The initial burst of acceleration catches you off guard, but you manage to keep yourself from falling off. The ride is mostly silent besides the rumble of the engine before the girl speaks up again.

“So what’s your name, cutie? I’m Bulma.”

That’s right, In your haste to hitch a ride you had completely forgotten to give the girl your name! Master Khara would kill you if he ever found out!

“My name is-“

>A.Caff
>B. Ligh
>C. Grifn
>D. Kayo
>E. Aries

>>2098260
>F. Jiko Hakken(Self-Discovery)

If no write in's, then...
>A. Caff

Because then everyone will just think we're coughing. Lovin' the quest by the way...but maybe come up with a Title so that you can join the ultra cool QM's club.

I haven't been allowed in yet.

>>2098269
maybe I already am [\spoiler]

>>2098272
Nice.

>>2098260
>A.Caff

>>2098260
>A

>>2098277
Hey Moon, how's your ass?

>>2098260
>>E. Aries

>>2098260

“My name is Caff.” You reply.

“So what are you doing heading out so far? Did your monastery run out of water or something?” She asks.

You laugh and shake your head “We have plenty of food and water and the land around the monastery is fertile. I’m actually on a...bit of an adventure I guess you could say.”

“An adventure huh? What kind of adventure could you be on? You look younger than me?” She continues, settling into the conversation between the two of you as the trees and hills speed by. You tell the girl all about the tournament and how you had ended up winning and what that meant for you. That as of yesterday you were on a journey of self-discovery and were traveling the world with that mission in mind.

Bulma seems to digest this for a moment but gives you a smile, far wider than you were comfortable with. “So you don’t really have a destination huh? Just sort of a wanderer?”

You nod.

“Well, how about this? I’m on a journey myself but it could get dangerous and well...you can probably tell i’m not the most threatening girl.” She tells you, and you can’t help but agree given the lack of muscles and focus on makeup and skin care.
Master Khara had warned you of girls like her, and the temptations they could lead you down.

“O..kay, what are you proposing?” You ask.

“You’re good at fighting yeah? Mind sticking around to protect a defenceless, beautiful girl?” She cries, and you are practically certain she would swoon if she weren’t driving the bike.

>Do you accept?
>A. Sure, this will be a great experience!
>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.
>C. Maybe, you’ll have to think it over
>D. You’d have to consider it.

>>2098404
>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.

>>2098404
>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.

>>2098404

> C Maybe, you'll have to think it over.

Master warned us about this, let's see if she can convince us.

>>2098404
>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.

>>2098404
>>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.

>>2098404
>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.

>>2098404
>>B. Sure, you don’t have anything else in terms of direction.

>>2098404

You shrug. “I don’t see why not, I have no idea where I’ll be wandering so maybe it’ll be better for me to have a sense of direction. Even if it means I’m along for the ride.” You answer.

To this Bulma cheers, happy that you’ve accepted her offer.

“When we get to where We’re going going I’ll explain what we’re doing but other than that i’m glad to have you aboard!” She tells you before screaming.

You feel the bike Jerk to to the side and looking past Bulma you realize the reason for her concern. There was a massive fish moving along the road ahead of you and Bulma’s panicked turn was not enough, the bike still skidding towards the massive beast. You had little time to act and you decide to use:
>A. Your Strength
>B. Your Speed
>C. Your Wits
>D. Write in

>>2098492
>B. Your Speed

>>2098492
>C. Your Wits

>>2098492
>>B. Your Speed
Huh, never seen a speed fighter in these yet. We've done smart fighters and strong fighters in the past, I'm interested to see what a speedster can do. Plus learning to do hundred punch combos and such sounds neat.

>>2098492
>>B. Your Speed

>>2098492
>>B. Your Speed

Roll me a D100 please

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2098529

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2098529

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2098529

>>2098531
Very Well Done~! Three Degrees of Success!

>>2098554
Oh, so we're doing Degree's of Success in this campaign? Nice.

>>2098492

Your reflexes take over as you wrap your arms around the girl's waist, bringing your right foot up you do your best to swing yourself onto one side before planting your foot on the seat. Kicking the seat the bike begins flip as you soar upwards into an arcing flip. As you move through the air you maneuver Bulma as best as you can in your arms so that by the time you hit the ground in a crouch she is cradled safely in your arms.

“You alright?” You ask, standing to your full height.

“Y-You saved me.” She stammers, to which you nod.
“I’d be a rather poor companion if I let you get hurt.” You reply with a smile.

Bulma doesn’t seem to be reassured by your words but nevertheless worms her way out of your grip. Looking at her you gesture to behind you as you cautiously approach the crashed bike, slowly getting into a combat stance. You have no idea exactly what it is you will find but the answer comes to you.

“Hey you Monster! This is my fish! Hi-yah! Rahhh!” You hear as no doubt a child attempts to...attack the motorbike?

How odd.

Your confusion turns to stunned silence however as the boy manages to lift the bike straight above his head and throw it towards your general direction. You quickly pick up Bulma and jump, pressing your feet to the roof of the flying bike, riding the metallic wreck back to earth. Helping Bulma back to the ground. The boy looks at you and seems more surprised that you are there than that he had just thrown a whole motorbike at you.

“Ah! The monster had ghosts in it!” The boy says and charges.

>Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>2098752

Rolled 42 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2098752
Hit 'em with the nat 1

Rolled 89 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2098752

>>2098768
Well Done!

>>2098752

While the boy is shorter your greater reach and speed more than makes up for it. The wild strikes that the boy unleashes are easy to read and your hands are quick to swat away his punches, following the momentum and returning with strikes with the opposite. This seems to only enrage the boy as you redirect his blows and use his energy to continue with swatting punches and snapping kicks. However all of this grinds to a halt when you feel something furry coil around your wrist and pull you down into a brutal uppercut.

You feel the lights go out in your head for a second as the blow rings true, revealing the incredible power of the boy as you feel yourself go skyward in an arc. Tucking into a roll you bring yourself into a crouching position. Keeping low the ground you spring forward, your upper body twisting at you extend your hands out in a double palm strike, pushing the boy back to the fish he was so busy guarding.

“I’m not here to fight you.” You warn him “And I am no ghost, I’m a boy like you.”

“Yeah Right! Where is your Tail?” He demands, pulling the small red staff from his back.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2098891

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2098891

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2098891

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2098891

>>2098897
Well Done, Writing~!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>2099002

rolling for fast orgasm

>>2098891
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELmXIFC_kUs&list=PLrt3Y0gWxZc6kwniYU2cPAOiU6_fw9Jx-&index=67

“Power Pole Extend!” The boy cries, and you’re immediately in panic mode as the staff begins to glow with a strange light before it suddenly begins to grow, expanding outwards at an incredible rate. Twisting to the side you bring your arms up, the ‘power pole’ rustling the fabric of your uniform as before it finally stops against a tree a few yards behind you. Rushing forwards, you duck beneath the staff as the boy attempts to retract it. Just as it retracts to its base form you are right on top of him and deliver a pair of downward chops to the boy's chest, following up with a roundhouse kick.

You watch as the boy rolls to standing “Hey, you’re pretty good hahahaha!” He insists, smiling.

“You aren’t so bad yourself, but again I’m no ghost, just like you.” You tell him, relaxing.

“B-but you don’t have a tail! Did you lose yours?!” He exclaims, walking around you and noting that you do not have a furry muscle sticking out from the base of your spine.

“I never had a tail.” You explain “As far as I know most boys don’t have tails.”

“But what about him?” he asks, pointing to Bulma.

For a moment you are almost certain that the young boy is joking, but his genuine confusion makes you realize that there is no doubt. He has no idea that Bulma is a girl, even if it should be rather obvious even to the most simple child. Did he not have parents? Or was it just something he didn’t know because of...whatever reason.

“No uh...she’s a girl. You know, the ‘fairer’ sex.” You explain, doing your best to ignore the equally baffled look from Bulma.

“But what about her tail!?”

...this was going to take awhile.

Before you can continue this dialogue however Bulma finally has had enough. “Hey! What is your deal kid? How do you not know what a girl is?” She asks, marching up to the two of you.

The boy looks down for a moment but gives a blinding smile “Well, you’re the first girl i’ve ever met. The only other human i’ve ever known is my grandpa, Gohan. However he told me that if I ever met a girl I should be polite as I can”
That seems to give Bulma a bit of reassurance. “Seems your grandpa is a great guy if he is giving you that advice.”

The Boy nods before looking up at the sky and seemingly being shocked “Uh-Oh, I should probably get back to grandpa now!” He exclaims before rushing back to the fish and waving his goodbye before beginning to walk his way down the road.

“Strange kid.” Bulma mutters, with you nodding in response.

>>2099158

Bulma looks back at the wreck in dismay before walking up to it and pressing a small button on its ruined side. In a burst of smoke the bike vanishes, in it’s place is a small capsule about the size of your pointer finger; A completely black band surrounding it. Looking back at the small device she had used before she gives a small smile.

“Looks like we’re in luck, what we’re looking for is a short trek up the road. We can walk with the kid for awhile if you want.”

>Do you want to go with the strange boy?
>A. Yes
>B. No

>>2099166
>>A. Yes

>>2099166
>>A. Yes
Honestly might as well not be a question

>>2099166
>>A. Yes

>>2099166
>A. Yes

>>2099166
>A. Yes

>>2099166

You see no reason why not, and after allowing Bulma to lead the way given she is the one with whatever doohickey was actually leading you where you were going.

“So...what are we looking for?” You ask, stepping in line with the girl.

“Dragon Balls.” She says casually, more focused on the small beeping circle in her hand.

“Dragon...balls?” You repeat, unsure exactly what she is referring to.

Your confusion seems to snap her out of it, as she places the small beeping object on her hip and reaches into the small pack that was on the other hip; What she retrieves you can only describe as fascinating. A sphere roughly the size of her hand that seemed to be made of crystallized sunlight, perfectly rounded and without a blemish to be seen. Set inside the gem was two small red five pointed stars, equidistant from both the outside and one another. You had never seen such a bauble in your life and it certainly peaks your interest.

“This is a Dragon Ball. Legend says that there are seven of them all around the world and if they are brought together you can summon a great dragon that will grant a wish! I almost got a second one last week but somehow it moved really far away overnight so I guess i’ll have to get it later” she starts, before she gives you a grin. “I mean We have to get it later.” she reiterates. The thought of potentially benefiting from a wish makes you smile, and you’re already looking forward to the journey.

“Huh? Hey! How did you get my grandpa?!” A voice suddenly exclaims, and sure enough the boy is in front of Bulma, attempting to prod at her with his power pole.

“What are you talking about, this is a Dragon Ball.” Bulma argues.

“No! It’s my Grandpa! His spirit is in there!”

This makes Bulma pause “You mean you have one of these balls too?” She asks

“You mean there are more Grandpa's out there?” The boy asks, and you’re pretty sure you can feel a blood vessel bursting at the sheer rock headedness of the child.

That is, of course, until a deafening roar breaks the relative tranquility of the valley as a massive metallic beast rumbles ahead of you in the sky. This doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone and Bulma looks at you in a panic, her mind no doubt running a thousand miles an hour.

“They must be after the Kid’s Dragon Ball!” She exclaims, before looking at the boy in question.

“Say, what’s your name anyway? I don’t think ‘kid’ works.”

“Oh...I’m Goku, nice to meet you!” The now named Goku says, however Bulma is already speaking.

>>2100079

“See that big thing in the sky? I think it’s after your Grandpa.”

No sooner that these words leave her mouth that Goku seems to be screaming in a panic and rushing down the road at quite the clip. You don’t even wait to get any orders, you’re already aware of how important those Dragon Balls would be. Looking up at the plane your feet carry you forward as you bring yourself as low as you can and take off in a sprint.

>Roll me a 1d100+10 for a speed test.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>2100087

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2100087

Rolled 65 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2100087

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2100087

Rolled 75 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2100087

>>2100169

Well Done, Special Encounter Incoming

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>>2100087

You feel the earth beneath your feet practically shake as you surge ahead, even Goku blurring behind you as you continue to rocket across the ground; Your prey is gone from the sky, but you know they cannot be far ahead of you. As you run, the path becomes far more forested until it disappears entirely, thus forcing you into the trees. It amazes you at first with how easy it is for you to adjust to jumping and swinging from the trees and vines. You had never done such things before. Sure, at the monastery you had goofed around with the other students and managed to do some impressive acrobatics, but you’d never had believed you would ever be THIS good.

Putting that fact into the back of your mind, you see the large metallic plane beneath you and so you make your way down to the ground once more. Just as you touch down you see a duo making their way out of a small home in the center of the clearing. One is truly a mountain of a man carrying a large rifle upon his back while the other, a woman, was far more petite. As you watch them step further away you see in the woman’s hand is a small bag with a hand sized lump deforming it. No doubt the Dragon Ball Bulma had warned you they were after.

You can’t let them get away.

“You there, Halt!” You order, glaring at the duo. “Drop the Dragon Ball and I won’t have to hurt you.,” You add.

The Girl gives out a laugh before looking at her companion.

“Bongo, get rid of the brat.” She orders.

At her words the man slings his large rifle from his back and takes aim.

>Roll a 1d100-20

Rolled 79 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2100349

Rolled 7 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2100349

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2100349

Rolled 51 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2100349

Rolled 66 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2100349
Nat 1 get

Rolled 96 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2100349

>>2100372
You're Gonna get Sho-

>>2100396
NEVERMIND YOU ACTUALLY PASSED THE DC BY 1 whole number! Special Decision incoming.

seems the luck of my OTHER quests still is holding...I mean...what?

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>>2100349

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EO6yJAVC3I

Your heart races and adrenaline pumps as you watch the man’s hand squeeze down on the trigger in what seems to be slow motion. The loud bang and the flash of the muzzle seems to be only a split second later and you’re pretty sure you’re hallucinating but….you can see the bullet?

That’s not possible, right? Right?

Watching this a second bang and flash happens and your insanity is confirmed that you can in fact see the bullets moving at you; They are moving fast certainly but you can SEE them. This leaves you with two choices. Do you move to cover or try and take the fight to them?

>What do you do?
>A. Attack
>B. Take Cover

>>2100441
>A. Attack
We aren't trained for defense

>>2100441
>>B. Take Cover

>>2100441
>A. Attack

>>2100441
>>A. Attack

>>2100441
>A. Attack

Seems like we're going to attack, eh?

goood, goooooood

Roll me a D100

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2100517

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>>2100517

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>2100517

>>2100526
Welp.

>>2100526
Oh shit.

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>>2100526

Takin It!

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>>2100526
>>2100530
>>2100531

>>2100526
damn

>>2100441

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOr0na6mKJQ

Master Khara never taught you to be a coward.

You kneel into a crouch and with a sudden surge you jump with all the strength you can, rocketing you straight up into the branches. As you continue to ascend you grab the two collapsed fans off your hips and with a flick they snap open, gleaming in the high morning sun. the shots are continuing to ring out but with your enhanced adrenaline- fueled senses you can see that even Bongo is afraid at the sheer fact that in what seems like a blink of an eye you have all but vanished. You can hear the yelling of Bulma and Goku just behind you but you maintain you focus on the threat ahead.

Touching down onto one of the larger branches you jump again, the branch assisting as you are catapulted into the sky, the sun at your back. You can see that Bongo is already trying to move his gun into position to get a shot at you but it’s too late. Crossing the fan over your torso you suddenly extend your hands out, flicking your wrists and sending the two bladed fans towards the man below you. One of the many skills you were taught in your years was to take advantage of your rigid fans as throwing weapons with an unpredictable arc of attack.

The fans whistle through the air as they criss cross each other's flight paths on a straight course towards the man and his rifle.

“Ken'yoku kōgeki! (Sword Wing Strike!)” You cry as you plummet after the two fans, curling into a ball as you approach the ground.

With each rotation you see the brief closure of the fans before they slice through the rife like butter and burying themselves in the dirt. As they impact you’re right behind them and you uncurl, slamming your heel into what you hoped would be his head, however it turns out to only be his large meaty arms.

“Heh, stopping that was easier than picking lint from the navel.” You hear the low rumble of the man's voice before he groans as the sound of something cracks into the man’s chest.

Flipping away you almost end up straddling the power pole beneath you that had no doubt been the reason for the man’s pain.

>roll me a D100+20

Rolled 46 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2100643

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2100643

Rolled 19 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2100643

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>>2100643

Rolled 44 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2100643
jobbing time

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>>2100666

Well done~!

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>>2100643

Looking back to Goku you give him a thumbs up as he had just saved you from the boulder like fists of the man before you. Before you can celebrate your victory, you hear the slight ‘clack’ of something to your right. Upon turning to the sound, you realize that Bongo's female companion had armed herself in your excitement to stop the mountain of a man. This wasn’t like the last stunt you had pulled, as you were far closer than you were comfortable with and it seemed that Goku had eyes on the big guy for now. This left you to deal with the potential of getting shot. However you were not going to let yourself lose your cool and so you began to move.

You couldn’t possibly hope to dodge them outright, so you instead opt to dive towards the ground ahead of the woman. A shot rings out and you feel a sharp sting in your left shoulder but you continue your roll, another pair of shots heating the air around your head as you come back up. By the time she’s ready to shoot again you are right on top of her and with your right hand you swat the gun to the side before bringing your left foot up into her ribs. She’s not as green as you thought as she quickly locks your leg to her side while bringing the pistol back to bare.

It is too late however as you jump with your leg, twisting mid-air and kicking the woman square in the temple. With this she collapses in a heap, with you going down with her.

The moment you hit the ground your left shoulder explodes in pain again and looking at it you immediately see why, there is a small hole no larger than your index and middle finger in your uniform. What was strange to you however is that none of your uniform had been stained or ruined other than the hole. Was the woman using rubber bullets?

Turning to look over at Goku you find that the boy had handily taken down Bongo, leaving the Dragon Ball more or less unguarded.

>What do you do?
>A. Stay down, you’re clearly hurt
>B. Try and get up, it wasn’t a lethal bullet
>C. It can’t be that bad, just get up!

>>2100821
>>C. It can’t be that bad, just get up!

But get up using our other arm.

>>2100821
>>C. It can’t be that bad, just get up!

>>2100821
>>C. It can’t be that bad, just get up!

>>2100821
>B. Try and get up, it wasn’t a lethal bullet

>>2100821
>C. It can’t be that bad, just get up!

Roll me a d20-5

Rolled 6 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2101219
Got it boss.

Rolled 2 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2101219
Gunshot wounds? Not a problem

Rolled 10 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2101219

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>>2101219

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>>2101219

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>>2101263
>>2101262

Making a Note, and Banking one.

Also since the Ruse is more or less up.

KONO WEVERU DA!

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>>2101262
>>2101263

Da fuck?

>>2101262
>>2101263
Man we're awesome.

>>2101270
WEAVER?!

I had NO idea.

Wasn't Caff the name of another DB quest QM?

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>>2102506
I believe you are thinking about Saff but that quest seems to be dead and it is what anons voted for.

>>2100821

Slowly you sit up wincing ever so slightly as the sting of the impact still sending throbs of pain along your shoulder, back and arm. Goku is going through with tying up the man as Bulma comes to check up on you. As she approaches she is incredibly happy at your accomplishment, however she pauses and runs over to you in a panic.

“Y-you’ve been shot!” She exclaims ash she tries to push you back down onto the ground, however you refuse to let her do so.

“I’m fine Bulma, see?” You ask, showing that beneath the slight hole in your uniform you were only bruising if anything at all “They must have been using non-lethal bullets.”

Bulma looks at you as if you were insane before wrenching the gun from the unconscious woman’s hand before pointing it at the door of the house and squeezing the trigger until the gun stopped firing. Slowly turning to look at what she was trying to do you notice that, sure enough, there were a series of small finger-sized holes in the wood. But...but that meant that.

“So I was actually shot!?” You exclaim before the pain in your shoulder explodes into another burst of agony. You collapse back onto the ground as Bulma nods, walking beside you before retrieving the Dragon Ball from the pouch.

“My Grandpa!” Goku exclaims as he runs up to Bulma with a clearly relieved look as he swipes the ball away from the girl, much to her dismay.

It seemed that Goku refused to part with his Dragon Ball, however you were far more concerned and shocked that you had been shot yet it did not puncture your skin. You close your eyes just to let your mind try and slow down from the millions of thoughts that were now dancing in it when Bulma perks up again.

“Hey, Goku? Why not join up with me and Caff here? I’m sure there are more of these bad men after your Grandpa, and you know what they say: There’s safety in numbers.” She asks, already walking past you towards who knows what.

>>2103308

“Haha sure! It’ll be fun to see the world with Grandpa- huh? Why are you going over to that bird?” Goku replies, before he too begins to walk off.

Deciding that you didn’t have time to rest you make the slow and painful process of getting to your feet to see what they are up to. Bulma is inspecting the plane the duo had come in while Goku is poking it with his staff. Being careful not to agitate your wound you quietly retrieve your fans before joining them.

“-You mean you can fly this bird?” Goku asks before leaning into the body of the machine a sniff.

“Sure thing, seems easy enoug- Hey Goku! No, stop biting it, it’s not an ACTUAL bird!” She exclaims, grabbing the boy by his shoulders and doing her best to pry his jaw from the fuselage.

Truly a strange child.

After a few moments Bulma manages to pop open the Cockpit and within a few minutes of that the plane’s engine is humming to life as she looks at both you and Goku.

“She’s all good to fly but she doesn’t have a lot of fuel left. It’ll be a lot faster than traveling on the ground though, so let’s put it to a vote; Should we take the plane?”

> Do you?
>A. Sure, let’s take to the skies!
>B. No, who knows if we’ll be able to land safely.

>>2103310
>A. Sure, let’s take to the skies!

>>2103310
>>A. Sure, let’s take to the skies!

>>2103310
>>A. Sure, let’s take to the skies!

>>2103031
I don't think anons voted to kill it, but either way I'm sad to see it dead. I wasn't into it at first but it won me over after a few threads, hopefully it comes back. At least we know this one probably won't die, weaver likes qming too much. Just.....don't expect super fast updates, QM has a bunch of active quests.

>>2103310
>A

>>2103354
I meant anons voted for the name Caff but yeah I hope that quest returns one day. Also yeah I know Weaver.

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Just what we needed, more DB quests.

Though maybe if this blows up in popularity SOM will murk himself.

>>2103385

I like to make a compellingly good and well written product. No shortcuts. I actually have a rather good helper in the form of Kibito here. His knowledge of dragon ball is quite extensive so we can plan out potential answers

Oh, also writing

>>2103399
>compellingly good and well written product
So... not Dragon Ball?

>>2103415

Well, I guess what I should ask is how does it look so far. Does it seem better written than the others on the market?

>>2103421
It looks like we got shoved into canon without any impetus from the player's part, really.

>tfw no adventures with an OC Tigerman in the woods or going out and hanging with Yamcha and PUAR until eventually running into Goku and Co.

>>2103444
The no Vote could have very well made that happen, dear reader.

>>2103421
The writing itself is good, better than other DB Quests I would say, but so far the story has a rather week start.

Being a monk is interesting, but otherwise it's really similar to the beginning of Dragonball Quest. Though to be fair that quest was decent up until Majunior. Or whenever SOM asspulled Goku into killing Tofoo.

>>2103453
Ah but the Yes vote didn't have to lead directly to Bulma. It goes both ways. I don't begrudge you for it since of course anons were going to vote yes I'm just personally tired of Goku.

>>2103310
>A

>>2103471
>I'm just personally tired of Goku.
I agree, fuck Goku.

You could have done a Dragon Ball Sai kind of deal with Vegeta instead of Goku.

>>2103499
It's thread one, why don't we give him a minute before we start talking smack about the quest's story.

>>2103499
Well, one idea I had was we would just be goku but have spent our life at the monastery.

As for ideas there are plenty of ideas we just need to get towards them.

>>2103508
Because just dropping the PC into canon is the second laziest way to start a quest.

>>2103517
To be fair, there are few ways to create a character in the already existing canon other than something similar to having another factor in the events of the canon story.
To me at least it seems like a good way to get the character in on the action and let the audience see how their choices shape the canon story and how they form the new character's own unique story in this universe.

>>2103517
If it's anything like Weaver's other quests, I'm sure we'll get a chance to fuck with canon eventually.

>>2103529
Also it was me! Ette!
Literally anyone that figured out this was Weaver's quest could realize. ^^^

>>2103538
I know we'll butterfly canon, it's just not very inspired.

>>2103553
Like 'Ette said, there's not many ways we can add a fanfic self insert into an established story without just dropping them in the middle of it and seeing how it goes.

>>2103568
The way I see it there's four conventional ways, and one uncommon way of running a fanfiction quest.

>Dropping an OC PC into canon
Generally rather uninspired though they can genuinely be good.

>Playing as a canon character
Pretty much always terrible and unsurprisingly common on akun.

>Playing in a slightly AU world
Seems to be the most common with the highest success rate.

>An AU of an established world
The rarest and riskiest of this bunch. Very few if any canon characters just the rules of the world.

And the uncommon one is
>Running in something that isn't well-established
QM makes things up as they go along a lot like AU or an OC setting.

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>>2103310

You nod at the idea. You had never flown before and the idea that you could do that so easily excited you. Goku seems equally ecstatic at the prospect of dancing through the skies. While Goku is quick to get into the machine you struggle as your arm has only just stopped stinging. It still gives you trouble and so once you finally find yourself with the snug cockpit of the plane. Finally Bulma joins your little trio, and after flicking a few switches and dials the plane begins to rumble and looking out the window you can see the ground below you beginning to ascend into the sky.

The sun shines above your head as the trees below you begins to look more like a flowing sea of green, broken up by the crashing waves of grassy hills and rocky outcroppings. Your ears ring slightly as you continue to ascend but it is still a sight to behold as you look out upon the world that now fluttered below your view. Birds glide and flock around your metal bird as you continue to float along below the clouds.

You had never seen such a sight.

Your merriment however is cut short when a large shadow looms over the plane. You barely manage to look in time to see a massive pair of talons smashes into the body of the plane.

“Oh god!” Bulma screams, trying to jerk the craft away but it is too late as with a horrible screech the metal along the back of the plane is gouged out.

Goku looks to you and both of you nod, you’re gonna have to be really stupid and attempt to fight this thing or you’re all going to be pterodactyl food.

>roll me a D100-20 for your injury.

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>>2103553
>it's just not very inspired
>Using a word like inspired like this is some kind of elevated art form or that people set out to create something inspirational when QMing in the first place.
Let's be reasonable here, no QM sets out to reinvent the wheel, it's a fool's errand, there's nothing wrong with fanfic quests or putting the player right at the beginning of canon which is where the bulk of the good stuff is (Lots of fanfic quests die out simply because they try to distance themselves from canon as much as possible, and it just doesn't measure up)
There's dozens of ways to start it off more thoughtful than putting the player right in the beginning, yes, but at the end of the day it's all about the fun and enjoyment that you can squeeze out of it, think of this as replaying an RPG you like: the same basic stuff, only now you're playing a different character and changing up a few choices to see the other branching paths.
And I love me some original Dragon Ball, it's a win-win.

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>>2103708
This here is my point, but don't worry...there are plenty of curve balls that I have ready to play with

Rolled 54 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2103705

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>>2103801
...not a D100 but i'm tempted to take it

>>2103709
I'm takin this

>>2103705

The wind howls as Goku forces the door open with a kick before scrambling out onto the plane with you close behind. The massive beast eyes the two of you as it’s mouth comes down to bite at the two of you. Goku, unafraid, punches the creature’s jaw and sends it skyward as you move towards its talons. The beast has firmly rooted itself to the plane and with a flap of it’s wings you are sent tumbling back, grasping desperately at the plane’s fuselage in an attempt to stall your motion.

Your bare skin burns at both the wind and friction of the plane before you grab one your fans and stab it’s folded blades into the hull. You bite back a scream as you realize that in the heat of the fight you had used your left arm, however Goku seems content and ready to continue the fight as you struggle to get to your feet. Your arm is practically numb in pain as you get ready to engage again, your lungs burning as much as your arm from how high up you stood.

>roll me another d100-40 this time.

Rolled 9 - 40 (1d100 - 40)

>>2103886

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2103886

Rolled 56 - 40 (1d100 - 40)

>>2103886

>>2103886
dice+1d100

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>>2103890
Oh Brit. How I love you sometimes

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2103906
fuk wrong spot

>>2103031
That quest was Blue Star Quest right?

>>2103963
I was referring to Yet another dragon ball quest, I am unsure about the one you mentioned.

Rolled 31 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>2103886

>>2103995
Too late Anon, I already fucked us and now Jiren's gonna punch us through time.

>>2103886

You rush forward, already panting as you bring your folded fans up to stab at the beast's leg. As you cling to its now wounded leg it looks down at you, roaring and its teeth in a snarl and rears its leg up to slam it back into the plane's hull. Your left hand letting go of the fan as the muscles strain at the impact. Pressing your feet into the meat of it’s leg you push hard, pulling the last fan you have free from it’s body.

It seems to like this even less than when you first stabbed it.

Before your feet finally hit something solid, a meaty object the size of your torso slams into your chest, knocking the wind from your lungs and propelling you away from the plane. You can’t even scream as you plummet, Goku not even realizing as he continues to fight to save Bulma from a more gristly fate. He seems to succeed as the pterodactyl finally releases its quarry, but it’s too late. Your vision begins to fade as the last thing you see is the ruined aircraft plunging back to earth.

So much for a grand adventure, huh? So much for flying.

“Hey kid, better get up or I’m eating all of this.”

These words jerk you from the black abyss you had been sitting in as you let out a gasp, scrambling to sit up and look for the source of the voice.

The first thing you notice is that you are in what you can only assume is a cave, given its craggy walls and drab, muddy brown interior. All of this is illuminated by the orange licks of flame that lay ahead of you, a prepared deer hanging above it on a split. Taking all this in you realize that part of the cave wall is bulged out and in fact isn’t even part of the cave at all, it is a cloak.

“That seems to have piqued your interest, eh?” The gruff, gravelly voice says, now evidently coming from the cloak.

“H-how did I get here? Last I remembered I was falling from the sky.” You ask, doing your best to get to your feet to sit by the stranger.

“Isn’t it obvious? I caught you.” The voice answers, shuffling slightly before making it’s way towards the hanging meat. “Took a lot out of me but I wasn’t gonna let some brat become roadkill. What the hell were you doing anyway that left you falling from the sky anyway?” He asks.

You explain the plane, the pterodactyl and your friends before realizing that you were unsure if they had even made it out of the crash.

You scramble to get all the way up but the man’s calloused hand grabs you by the right shoulder and presses you back to your seat.

“There is no way you’d find them this late at night, the best thing you could do is eat and save your strength.”

>Do you take the stranger's advice?
>A. Yes, he did save your life after all.
>B. He’s a stranger! He could be dangerous
>C. Ask him what the heck he’s looking for.

>>2104000
>A. Yes, he did save your life after all.

>>2104000
>A

>C

>>2104000
Whops
>C. Ask what this guy is doing out in the woods

>>2104000
>>A. Yes, he did save your life after all.

>>2104000
>>A. Yes, he did save your life after all.

>>2104000

You look at the stranger for a second more before agreeing, scooting closer to the deer before looking for a good place to dig in. Finding a nice piece you cut into it with a knife the man is kind enough to provide you with before digging in. The two of you settle into a quiet rhythm of eating and carving up the deer. Though you do take note of how much of the beast you're strange companion manages to put away in a relatively short time. As the meal comes to a close you decide to speak up.

“So...what brings you to this neck of the woods?” You decide to ask.

The cloaked figure seems to hesitate before finally responding.

“I’m looking for something. Something important.” He tells you.

You ponder what could possibly be important this far out in the wilderness. It couldn’t be the monastery, that was miles back and wasn’t a great secret. Could it be?

“The Dragon Balls?” You ask.

“The What?”

“Dragon Balls, Seven magic balls that can grant a wish when they’re brought together? Those Dragon Balls.” You explain.

The man gives a chuckle. “While a wish would certainly be great if they were real, I’m looking for something a lot more...obvious.”

“What?” You ask, as if it wasn’t the Dragon Balls it had to be something else.

“A Giant Ape.”

Your brain begins to connect the dots. You had heard stories from when you were a child of a giant ape that had rampaged in the forest not even a few miles away. It is believed that to this day the giant monster still stalks the woods but no one had seen it since. It seemed strange but you accept it nevertheless.

“So you’re after the Giant Ape, why?” You inquire, unsure of just what anyone would want with that monster.

“I am hunting it to...see if it’s real.” He admits before looking over the smoldering remains of the fire. “We should tuck in kid, especially if we’re gonna be getting you up early and on your way.”

You nod at the man, making your way to the smoothest wall of the cave you could before closing your eyes and lapsing into a deep, deep meditation.

>Annnnnnnd that’s where I’m ending it for today folks! Who is this cloaked stranger? Just HOW did he save our life? And more importantly, where are your friends? Find out tomorrow on Weaver Quest Z!

Also I’ll be around so feel free to post questions and whatnot.

>>2104250
I decided after dinner that fuck it, i would post more

The slight chirp of the birds and cicadas outside the cave is what ends up rousing you more than anything. Your back is stiff from sitting all night but your mind is as refreshed as ever. It was not an uncommon habit of yours, having been raised in the Monastery meditation was a major aspect of your life. While it was no true replacement for sleeping, it was helpful for situations such as yours, where all you had left now was a single fan and the clothes on your back. Getting to your feet you see that the stranger is still sleeping, so as quietly as you can you make your way out of the cave and into the early morning sun.

The sky is still a deep blue the sun little more than a deep orange glow on the horizon when you stand out on the slight ledge the cave rested on. Stretching a tiny amount you feel your muscles in your left arm protest in stiffness, and after looking beneath your collar it was no doubt bruised and welted; But with after your morning stretches most of the pain is gone and so you move on to your kata.

Your hands sway as your arms bend, extend and snap at unseen foes, your legs constantly shifting and swaying before snapping out a series of wide kicks. Other than your shoulder the rest of your body is as good as the day you had started training. Minutes blend together as you kick and swing and punch along the edge of the cliff. That all changes however when a voice speaks up.

“Not bad, not bad at all.”

You jump at the sudden voice but turning you see it’s the cloaked stranger.

“S-sorry if I woke you, it’s hard to break the routine of training i’m used to.” You apologize, bowing ever so slightly.

The Man gives you a laugh. “Where I come from there’s no shame in being ready to fight, in fact it’s quite commendable!” He admits, beginning some stretching of his own. As he does so you notice that beneath his cloak he is rather plainly dressed, allowing for easy movement but still strong enough to endure the elements. You also notice in the early morning light the slight stubble and slight start of a twin pair of scars on his left cheek. Before you can even comment on where it came from he speaks up again.

“Say, why not help an older man out and we have a spar, eh? I want to see what you’re capable of.” He asks before jumping down from the edge to the ground below.

Shrugging your shoulders you jump down after him and put your guard up. Time to see what this stranger of yours could really do.

>Roll Me a d100

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2105206

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2105206

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2105206

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2105206

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>>2105239
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>>2105248
>>2105218
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>>2105248

THE ONE FUCKING TIME I AM NOT HERE.

>>2105206

When it becomes obvious that the man isn’t going to take the fight to you, you decide to go on the offensive. That suits you just fine given your fighting style is dedicated to staying on the offensive. Closing the distance you go for a pair of strikes and follow up with a side kick. However every blow you throw at the man seems to miss by only a fraction of an inch and so you continue your offensive. As the first minute of the fight comes to a close you have unloaded blow after blow after blow at the man but still you haven’t managed to scuff his cloak.

What the hell is happening here?!

Your can feel your heart in your ears and the heat of your face grow as you feel your anger growing. Your moves become faster, more sloppy but with as much power as you can throw into it in an attempt to just catch him off guard but still he doesn’t even seem worried as you continue your flurry of blows.

>Roll me a 1d100+10

Rolled 67 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2105322

Rolled 70 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2105322

Rolled 72 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2105322

Rolled 14 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2105322

Rolled 100 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2105322

Rolled 27 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2105337
Sweetie I could Kiss you

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>>2105322

As your relentless assault continues you notice a particular tick of the older man in his dodging form of defense. It takes him a fraction of a second longer to react to unpredictable moves, meaning that there is an achilles heel, you only needed to make it a big enough surprise. Going for a series of body punches you suddenly grab the front of the man's cloak. Before he can swat your hand away you tug him down and go for an uppercut with your free hand. You feel the fabric of the man’s cloak against your hand as he takes advantage of your grapple and bends backwards, pulling you off the ground and slamming you onto your back.

You groan slightly as the man laughs, and looking up at him you can see the slightest hint of salt and pepper in his spiked hair. You also note that the two scars on his left cheek continued into an ‘X’ shape. Before you can comment he readjusts his cloak and looks at you, the slightest hint of a grin on his face.

“Not bad kid! Not bad at all!” He says, chuckling as he extends a hand to you.

You take it and you’re amazed at how quickly he manages to pull you to your feet.

“H-how did you do that, I didn’t even land a single punch.” You stammer, looking at the man with far more respect than you had before he had managed to slam you to the ground without even touching you.

“I knew you wouldn’t.” The man says with a confidence. “I wasn’t expecting you too, more to actually see what you were capable of and I gotta say, I’m impressed.” He says honestly. “However there isn’t much more you can learn in terms of technique to get any better.” He adds, and you already feel the grip of disappointment squeezing your heart as you hear this. It must show on your face however because he perks up before ruffling your hair.

“I wasn’t finished. There isn’t much left you can do but that doesn’t mean I can’t show you the next step.” He continues, the slightest amount of a smile.

(cont)

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>>2105594
What you see him do next all but turns your world on it’s head.

You watch as he extends his hand, palm open towards the sheer rock wall you had both jumped from and before you can even ask a slight whining hum begins to fill the empty clearing. In his palm you watch a blue ball begin to form; At first it is probably the size of a marble but soon grows to the size of a baseball. As you watch in wonder the ball surges towards the wall and the moment it makes contact the wall explodes into a shower of rocks and dust. When it settles there is a car sized hole in the wall and you cannot help but be stunned.

“W-what?! H-How did you do that!?” You exclaim, looking from the hooded man to the hole and back again.

“Simple kid: Energy. Every living being has it but few ever get to the point that they can do that.” He says before looking back at you “You’re one of the few, so let that be a lesson to you and see if you can take yourself to the next step, kid.” He challenges before turning away and making his way off into the woods.

“W-wait! What if I do it, how will I find you? C-can you at least tell me your name?!” You call to him.

The man stops as if to contemplate the question before he turns back and gives you a thumbs up.

“The name’s Bardock, Kid. And don’t worry about finding me; If you manage to take it up a notch maybe i’ll just be trying to find you.” And with that Bardock disappears into the brush, chasing after his Great Ape.

(cont)

>>2105600

You watch him leave, but as you do everything you had ever learned in the monastery comes back to you in a rush. There is no way that all the nonsensical stuff about magic and purification stuff was real, right? But you just saw with your own eyes a man blow a hole in a mountain with his own power. Not only that but he just told you you could do the same thing. Did that mean that you could actually use the techniques Master Khara had told you were only for ‘ceremony’?

>Do you want to test it?
>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try
>B. No, it’s goofy, it’s silly. It had to be some sort of magic.

>>2105600
>>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try

>>2105622
>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try

>>2105622
>>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try
>>2105622

>>2105622
>>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try

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>>2105600

>>2105622
>>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try
And fuck yeah we're gonna try.

>>2105622
>>A. You were just given proof that it was real, you’re damn right you’re gonna try

>>2105746
You've clearly never seen my quests before. I like to throw curveballs and twist things up in a wholly natural way for the universe.

:)

>>2105756
I enjoy me a curveball. Just didn't expect one of the dopest Saiyans to ever be a Saiyan to show up early. This timeline must be somethin cuhrazy.

>>2105622

As strange as you think it’ll be you decide that, why not? You were just given evidence that beyond reason of a doubt that such a thing was possible and there was no harm in trying, right?

With that in mind you decide to try the move that had been passed down from master to student at the monastery; The move that you had been told by Master Khara again and again was just a metaphorical technique: The Jōka Gan (Purification Gun). The myth went that long ago when demons and monsters still roamed the land the monks and priests of the Monastery were capable of turning their own lifeforce into a weapon that would banish the demons from earth. In the stories it often left the priest or monk in question but with Bardock’s praise in your ears you wouldn’t possibly be brought low by your own power.

Closing your eyes you bring your left hand to your chest your thumb to your sternum and your pointer and middle fingers pointing to the sky. Even though you are still nervous that this will kill you you steady yourself and close your eyes. Taking a deep breath you try and concentrate on your ‘spiritual core’ as it was said in the old scriptures. You continue this pattern just trying to see if you can find whatever it is that allowed Bardock to do what he did.

>Roll me a d20+5

>>2105756
>>2105761
kinda have to agree. I was mildly freaking out that he was here.

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2105769

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2105769

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2105769
are we prodigy or no. Lets see

>>2105775

Looks like you guys are doing SOMETHING alright.

Takin it

>tfw best worst dad in the dragon ball franchise

I was going to guess a time-traveler before I would have guessed him.

>>2105769

As you continue to breathe for a few moments you suddenly feel...something. Perhaps it was because you were actively looking for something now rather than simply taking the words for face value, but you can certainly feel it. Deep in your chest you can feel what you can only describe as a warmth that radiated outward. The only thing you could compare it to would be standing out in the summer sun, the warmth of the floating ball of power caressing every inch of your skin.

Except in this case it was coming from the inside.

As you hone in on the sensation you let your breathing steady, seeing if you can continue to tap into the warmth from this new...whatever it was. It takes a few minutes of trial and error but you eventually find a point where you are not constantly having to focus on it to stay present. The heat by this point has become less like the sun and more like the warmth of a bath, but with the energy not moving anywhere you decide to see if you can start ‘moving’ it, for a lack of a better word.

>Roll me another d20, +10 this time because of how well you’re doing so far.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2105802

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2105802

Rolled 18 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2105802

Rolled 16 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2105802

Rolled 11 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2105802

>>2105809

Well Fucking Done! Almost there kiddies!

>>2105809
praise you sir.

>>2105792
I thought he did something time travel related already?

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>>2105769
>The Jōka Gan (Purification Gun)
Also, it's this isn't it.

>>2105814
If you go by the movie's canon he never time-traveled back to present timeline. He went back in time and established the legend of the Super Saiyan because apparently that's what happens when you eat Frieza's Deathballs to the face or something. Or I'm completely wrong since it was years since I've seen that movie.

>>2105819
Thought so, I was talking about how he went back in time for something. Thought it was the super saiyan one.

Also, did they ever establish a definite power amount that stops bullets? Just curious because I figure there may be more bullet prof people out there then they actually state.

>>2105830

Well it isn't so much 'bullet proof' as it is that your body was tough enough that your body couldn't be penetrated. Problem is: Still hurt you like a bitch

>>2105844
True the whole transfer of kinetic energy.

>>2105802

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF6RDpjGh3A

As you continue to draw breath in and out you begin to see if you can pull some of it’s power away from the core and as you begin to attempt it you find that it is surprisingly easy to do so. It flows like a river and soon enough you don’t even really need to force, more that you have to guide it as it follows your mental imagery. Soon enough you’re handily moving and directing the energy to and from the ‘energy core’. However you realize that you shouldn’t be fooling around and return as best as you can to the instructions as you remembered them.

Drawing the energy down and into your arm you feel the warmth begin to crawl up it, the heat once again returning to the same level it was when you first found the core. As you draw more and more energy into it you begin to bring your hand down, your thumb still pressing against your chest as it descends towards your navel. By this point the power has built to such a level that the heat in your arm that it is practically numb, yet still it follows your orders as you begin to turn; Bringing your hand from your navel to your hip.

“Jōōōō...Kaaaaa” You begin, pushing the energy now from your arm into your fingers, the two digits feeling like red hot knives against your skin...just without the burning.

>Roll me a d100+20 for your excellent Ki manipulation, I’m genuinely surprised you might get this.

Rolled 46 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2105856

Rolled 33 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2105856

Rolled 38 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2105856

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2105856

>>2105862
>94
>Thisgonbgud.jpeg

Rolled 20 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2105856
FOR SCIENCE!!!

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2105856

Rolled 59 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2105856

>>2105856


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny24zPeQLks

Twisting your hips you extend your hand out and you hear a similar humming-whine that Bardock's ball had produced. As you bring your fingers forward you open your eyes and see a bright, pale green ring circles the tips of your two fingers. Focusing on it you see that it is rotating slightly as the power begins to leak from your fingers into the air around them.

The time is now.

“Gaaaaaaaaannnnn!” You cry, pushing all of the energy from your fingers ‘out’ towards the mountain you were pointing at.

Almost immediately the ring around your fingers expands as it moves forwards spinning faster and faster until reaching just beyond your fingers. The moment it does The ring breaks as a small beam the size of your two fingers explodes outwards, the ring spiraling around it and forming an almost drill like tip. The beam is only out for a few seconds and you already feel yourself being winded as the ‘core’ has become much colder, however when you see it’s impact you cannot help but be excited.
Similar to the ball of energy Bardock had used the spiral-covered beam slams into the wall. However from there it is radically different as the energy begins to burrow into the mountain a few feet until finally it explodes. Dust and small debris peppers your body but you dare not look away, stunned and awed at what you had done under your own power. When the dust finally settles the hole you have managed to create is two, maybe three times larger than the hole Bardock had made.

>Congratulations you have Unlocked the Jōka Gan! A powerful beam attack, however be warned it takes quite a bit out of you.

>Congratulations, You have unlocked your ‘energy’; While you do not yet know other ways to use it you are now able to access it.

>What do you do from here?
>A. Keep testing the Jōka Gan
>B. That took a lot out of you, maybe you should rest a bit, find some breakfast
>C. You’ve already proven yourself for now, you need to see if you can find your friends.

>>2106005
>C. You’ve already proven yourself for now, you need to see if you can find your friends.

>>2106005
>>C. You’ve already proven yourself for now, you need to see if you can find your friends.

>>2106005
>C

>>2106005
>B. That took a lot out of you, maybe you should rest a bit, find some breakfast

>>2106005

You decide that you’ve done enough ego inflation for the day, and taking one last look at your handiwork you take off with a smile on your face. Looking up at the sky you do your best to remember where the sun was and within a few minutes you note that the three of you were heading west, southwest. With your course more or less figured out you take off, staying in a short jog. As you move you feel nothing short of strange.

It would be in another twenty minutes when you finally realize why you feel so strange.

You had not only kept your speed as you had moved through the brush, but you could swear that you were moving faster than your usual jog too. Hell you weren’t nearly as tired as you’d usually be at this point. Maybe you were hallucinating?

Probably.

Another hour of interspersed jogging and walking you found yourself back at a road. It was hard to imagine that you had crossed that distance just on foot but that was a thought for another day. The only question now was do you continue down the road towards the southwest or do you head back in hopes that your friends are back up the trail?

>Which way do you go?
>A. Southwest
>B. Northeast

>>2107010
>A

>B

>>2107010
>>A. Southwest

>>2107010
>B. Northeast

>>2107010
>>A. Southwest

>>2107010
>>B. Northeast
should be able to find the crash. if they are not there we can always go the other way.

>>2107010
>>B. Northeast