Goku sat across from Zulu as she began to tell him the reason for him being summoned to this world.
"Let's start with the reason for your summoning. You are currently in the religious country of Bumbledoor, and it's been at war with its neighboring country of Dumbledoor for years now."
Goku blinked and chuckled, finding it somewhat amusing. "They almost have the same name."
"Yes, yes, Goku, please pay attention." Zulu continued with her explanation.
"Bumbledoor does not have enough soldiers. That's why they perform summoning, in the hope they can summon enough people with strong skills to be used as soldiers in their war, and so warriors are summoned left and right."
Zulu stops for a moment, then looks at Goku. In Goku's face she notices there is nothing; there is no fear, no anger, no anxiety, or any other expression. Goku waited for Zulu to continue her story, but then he realized she was gazing at him, so he just smiled back at her. She had to admit to herself this was a first for her. She had met a few other summoned ones before, and they mostly displayed anger or fear on their faces.
For a brief moment Zulu remembered the last person who was summoned. A small, skinny boy, he said he was from Japan, and he also possessed the same copy skill as Goku. Unfortunately, he lost his first match and became a sex slave to the person who defeated him.
"Zulu, is something wrong? You just stopped, and you just keep staring at me."
Snapping back out of her thoughts, she continued.
"Sorry I was thinking about something else. Let's continue from where I left off. Humans who are brought from other worlds receive random skills as blessings from the goddess. If you receive a valuable skill, you will be treated well, and they will plead with you to become a soldier, offering you riches, rank, and even nobility. However, if your skills are deemed weak or worthless, the outcome will be different."
Goku nodded slowly. "I see that's why that woman was mad."
"The nobles get pissed when they spend thousands of jewels and end up with someone with the skill they consider to be weak and trash like yours.
"They're extremely rare and valuable, so someone like you without any flashy or strong abilities is perfect for the Colosseum."
"Perfect, so I'll be fighting other strong gladiators or other summoners." Goku tilted his head.
"Maybe, any nobles or any wealthy families who summoned you get to blow off steam. While they just see you as a freak, an expensive mistake that they can use to entertain the masses. Keh-heh-heh, funny, right?"
Goku remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled. "So, if I understand everything is decided by fighting, huh?"
Zulu just stared at him, surprised by the calmness in his voice.
"Well, sort of. Uh, my sincerest condolences. The next and most important is the penalty for the loser of the fight. The loser will become the property of the winner, and they will then be inseminated with the winner of the match's seed."
"What?" Still confused and not understanding what Zulu had just said, he began to scratch the back of his head.
"It does not matter if you're a man; they will be getting inseminated by a woman." Zulu stated with a mocking smile.
Goku was left even more confused. He didn't understand anything that Zulu said, but for some reason he felt a small shiver run down his spine.
"The fights are mainly between men and women. When a man wins a fight, the woman becomes his property, and he is allowed to breed with her. This is normal in this country. However, if the woman emerges victorious, you'll be transformed into a woman and subjected to abuse. "There are abilities that turn a male into a female, as well as the ability for a female to grow a you-know-what." Zulu explains.
'Huh, property, inseminated.' What does that mean? Goku thought, trying to understand as he scratched the top of his head.
Zulu took out a knife, began to scribble and draw on the ground, and spoke. "That's the ability that I have. The ability to turn a man into a woman and also the skill that makes a woman grow something extra between her legs."
Goku looked at the drawing on the ground, then turned toward Zulu, stared silently at her, and smiled afterwards. "So, then I only have to win, right?"
Zulu was surprised by the confidence Goku had in himself. "Still Goku, it's better if you prepare. After all, you're just a copy skill, aren't you? She said finally.
Goku just tilted his head.
"Now that you mention it, why is skill copying considered useless?" Goku asked with childlike curiosity.
Zulu leaned back, crossed her arms, and rested on the wall. "It's simple, really; your opponent knows her skill and has been using it for years. They've trained, perfected, and honed it in real combat. You, on the other hand, are copying it, and you'll be using it for the first time. "You lack practice, control, and experience."
Goku just sat listening and paying attention to what Zulu would say.
"The difference is enormous; you're not getting over that experience gap, Goku. Even if you copy a powerful skill, you won't know how to use it correctly. And in a real fight, a second of hesitation is enough to lose. It's like a person who has practiced martial arts his entire life going against someone that has practiced martial arts for a day."
Goku just nodded his head, showing Zulu he understood what she said.
"I see. You're saying that I'll be copying the skill but not the strength nor the experience of the user."
"Bingo, that's exactly what I said. Glad you understood it." Zulu confirmed, smiling at Goku. "That's why it's considered a weak skill. Besides, your first opponent will be Mary 'The Torture' Landorott."
Goku stilted his head, placing one of his hands on his chin, trying to pronounce his first opponent's name.
"Wow, she sounds strong. Is she powerful?"
"Yes, she is. She is a gladiator who specializes in fighting weak summons, such as yourself." She's a formal knight and a horrible sadist. Not only does she have a swordsmanship of a knight, but she also has a one-hit instant-kill skill. And of course even if you die, you'll still be revived with a skill and then face your punishment for losing."
Goku opened his eyes with interest, not fear, but with excitement as well.
"Seriously, then she must be incredibly strong." He smiled. "Great, it's been a while since I fought someone strong."
Zulu was in shock. She looked at him for a moment, puzzled by his reaction. "You don't understand." She muttered. "Even if you die, you'll be revived with magic and then abuse. You have no chance. You should start accepting your new life."
Goku, confused by Zulu's reaction, just blinked a couple of times and then just stretched his arms as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm. Well, if I'm getting revived, then that means I can go all out without worrying, right?" Goku just gave Zulu a carefree smile. "Plus if she's as strong as you say she is, I want to test myself on how far I can go."
Zulu was completely taken aback.
"This person, despite being an idiot, exudes an aura of a seasoned warrior. Who are you, Son Goku."
Elsewhere
A middle-aged man was walking down the stone corridor, with his hands clasped behind his back. He stopped in front of a wooden door ornately carved with crossed swords. He then took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
"Excuse me, Lady Mery, but the final match is about to—" The man could not finish his sentence. The words died in his throat. His eyes snapped open as he saw what was happening inside the room. A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek.
A domineering woman sat atop two other bare women, exuding an air of effortless dominance, as if the whole world were hers. She had an intense, cold, and charged-with-authority look in her eyes. Underneath her, two other women lay on the floor, reduced to be mere human support. In her hand she had a whip. She held it with the same calmness as a woman who held a glass of wine.
In front of her was a third woman, completely naked as the other, kneeling. in front of Mery. She let out a scream of pain due to being whipped several times. Bleeding wounds marked her body as a testament to what Mary had done to her.
"Learn your place, trash. How dare you get your filthy sweat all over my armor." Mary once again struck the woman kneeling in front of her with her whip.
The man stood there not saying anything. He just kept quiet, thinking to himself. 'Is all of this punishment really just for sweating? So this is Mery the Torture.'
Mery then stands up and tosses her whip away and walks toward the door but stops in front of the woman she had whipped and sees her trembling. She then kicks her in her stomach. "You will be eliminated when all of this ordeal is finished." She expressed her disgust as she walked away.
Mary approached the middle-aged man. "Is it time right? Then let's go."
The man forced himself to maintain his composure as he began to walk slightly behind Mary. Both walk forward down a long, torch-lit corridor. She walked upright and proud. Mary is a tall, busty woman with long red hair and red eyes. She has extremely large breasts that often pop out of her clothes. She wears skintight black armor.
The people who are summoned here are truly worthless. Nothing but garbage. Who can't even swipe a piece of armor clean?"
She then looks at the man walking beside her. "I'm up against another summoned one, right?"
The man nodded his head in confirmation.
Mary then put on a sadistic smile. "You know what? I think I will castrate my next opponent during the match, and I'll make him my bitch for the rest of his worthless life."
The man just gave a worried smile. 'Summoned one, as a man, I feel for you. To think you'll be force to fight a woman like her.'
At the Colosseum
The Colosseum was full of spectators. Thousands of voices mingled in a deafening roar, anxious to be able to witness the last match of the day.
"Here comes the final showdown!" Exclaimed the small loli announcer that had cat-like ears pointed towards the arena.
"The gladiators have already entered."
The crowd then responded with loud cheers.
"Everyone knows her. As fearsome as Torture Mary, The Lady of Fierce Attack, and The Flower of the Landorott Family. She has a record of twenty victories in twenty fights!" The little cat loli introduced Mary with excitement in her voice. "Mary Landorott, The Knight of the Flames."
The gate's door on the west opened. Mary, seated elegantly on a throne, appeared with a cold gaze in her eyes, carried like royalty by four of her slaves. The look in her eyes showed no emotion, only superiority. The cheers from everyone seated in the stands of the Colosseum erupt even louder as Mary is being carried toward the arena.
"Her opponent was provided to us by the one and only head priestess, Lady Zayd, the summoned one, Son Goku."
The gates of the opposite side opened. Goku walks toward the arena, adjusting his wristbands, calmly stretching his shoulders. An excited smile marked his face.
"He's been chosen for the honor of taking the final fight of the day, and you can believe it; the Zayd family has provided it to us for free. "But of course he was, believe it or not, but his skill is the weakest of them all: the copy skill." Declared the little cat girl.
The Colosseum fell silent for a brief moment. Then laughter erupted. The mocking and teasing were directed at Goku. But Goku didn't mind it, nor did he pay any attention to it. The spectators began yelling at Goku, urging him to surrender. Goku started to jump in place, finding the rhythm as he started to move his neck sideways, stretching it out.
"Ha, there are a lot of people today. How exciting."
The announcer began to speak again.
"As many of you know, the power to copy skills is weaker than the original, resulting in inferior copies that are the least powerful among the summoned ones." How does Goku feel being chosen to be a gladiator?"
Goku just continues warming up, swinging his arms.
"Hmm, copy; maybe I'll learn something new."
"Tsk." From the luxurious stands, Zayd watches him with disgust.
Mary got off from her throne seat and walked towards him. The Colosseum went silent.
"Looks like Mary has something to say." The presenter announced.
Mary stood in front of Goku and looked at him up and down.
"I feel bad for you, Copy-kun. It looks like you have a great physique." Mary then turned her head toward one of her slaves with a disturbing smile. "However, even if you happen to lose your manhood due to bad luck, don't worry; I will take great care of you and breed you once you become my girl." Mary then, in a forceful manner, grabs the slave by her hair and lifts her into the air, running her tongue along her slave's cheek.
The spectators of the arena began to shout out loud, "Kill Him, Kill Him!"
However, Goku vanished in an instant, as if he had teleported.
"What?"
Mary exclaimed, opening her eyes in surprise. A second later, she felt something grabbing her right wrist with force. She then turned her head, and there he was. Goku held her arm with only one hand. Goku's expression was no longer a joyful one; this time it was one of seriousness.
"It would be better if you let her go."
Mary tried to free herself, but the pressure on her arm started to increase.
"I've been told of the things you like to do to people. I would not allow you to continue hurting people just because you have fun doing it."
The pain that Mary began to feel in her arm forced her to release the slave girl she was holding. Before the slave girl fell on the ground, Goku was able to catch her. Goku held her carefully and quickly took her to the gates through which he had entered the arena. Moving her away from danger.
Mary was pissed. She couldn't believe Goku had just humiliated her in front of the crowd.
"You're a bastard." She screamed out. "Do you believe yourself to be some kind of hero?"
"A hero." Goku stares back confused, but then the expression on his face turns firm, and he stares back into Mary's eyes. "I don't consider myself a hero, but if I see people making other people suffer for their own pleasure, I won't forgive them."
A shine in Goku's eyes appeared as his tone of voice started to get more serious.
"It does not matter how strong you are, if you continue to act arrogant, you'll never be able to beat me."
A second of absolute silence, and then the crowd erupted in cheers for Goku.
"What a declaration of victory!" The announcer, a loli cat girl, yells into her microphone.
Mary's facial expressions darkened and a vein of fury popped out on her forehead.
"The weakest gladiator declared his victory with such brilliant words, folks. To all of those who haven't placed their bets, better hurry because this fight will begin soon." Exclaimed the announcer.
Zulu, sitting high in the stands, focused her gaze on Goku. "Is he being serious or just bragging? I wonder what would be the outcome of this fight. Could Goku pull off the biggest upset, or will he be turned into a woman like thousands before him have?"