Abilities: Armament Haki(Equipped), Pillar of Light, Rough Knuckle, Combo
Items: Charismatic Sunglasses, Sanctum, Sakuya Fumo,
Traits: Tough as Nails, Mithril Skeleton, Musk, Psyker(Pyromancy)
Skills: Adept Masseuse
Familiars: N/A
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Making a cast for his broken arm with some vines and gazelle bones to ensure it was set wasn't all that hard. A tail really helps when it comes to things like that. The most challenging part of the process was ensuring the bone was properly positioned so it could heal without complications. Thankfully, he remembered something very important: he unequipped Sanctus during the process.
Again, he cannot thank Tough as Nails enough. This trait increases his physical resilience and pain tolerance, which made setting and treating his broken arm easier. Traits like this are really, really useful.
And then, after all that was done, it was simply a matter of waiting until Sanctus boosted his regeneration to the point his arm was fully healed, which ended up taking just over a week. Yet another lifesaver. Much like the other things he rolled, it seems like the Sanctus itself is receiving some sort of boost that scales with him.
Thank God, because from what he remembers, the in-game healing of the Sanctus wasn't really the best. And he is also really glad that he is able to equip Sanctus on his back instead of having to hold it. The shield just somehow becomes attached to his back, just like in Dark Souls.
Speaking of traits, being a Psyker has changed how he perceives the world around him. The Psyker trait, specifically the Pyromancy aspect, usually channels warp energy to manipulate fire, but since the Dragon Ball universe lacks the Warp, it defaults to using Ki instead. Essentially, while the source is different, some supernatural element remains, which he can sense and mold to fit his needs.
Unlike an Ability, the basic knowledge of how to perform the things related to it is not suddenly thrust upon his mind and instantly downloaded for him to use the moment he receives the Trait. Having a Trait is more akin to knowing the path of a tricky trail leading to somewhere important, teaching you how each step must be taken before reaching the destination. You could start running and force yourself to reach the goal faster, but all you will end up doing is tripping and overshooting the finish line, winning nothing and wasting time while having to start over and try again.
But it is also not as simple as going slow and following the steps; the trail is treacherous and WILL challenge what you thought you knew about walking. That is to say, the process is full of trial and error. It's not that easy, but not that hard either. It is just an altogether different learning process.
On the bright side, it has taught him new ways to approach Ki itself, and that alone is worth its weight in gold.
Honestly, he thought he would have become quite antsy having to restrict his training due to his broken arm, but using that healing time to mostly focus on the spiritual aspects of Ki and controlling it far better than before was more than worth it. He is finally able to sense the Ki of all living beings.
And wow, Cthuls feel POWERFUL. A single adult Cthul, on average, is around five times more powerful than a single Lasher. But that's not even the most fucked up thing he sensed on this planet. He took the time to fly above the ocean and then curiously prodded down below with his new Ki-sensing capabilities.
He has no plans to get anywhere near the ocean again. No wonder this is pretty much the planet they send Saiyans who don't measure up to die and be forgotten.
After all that, the most he did was carve some extra rooms in the bottom area of the trees around his house because the season changed and the rains hit hard. He didn't want the lions to be soaked wet, and just one or two rooms were not enough to keep them safe and away from the rain, so he carved a couple of dozen for them to comfortably sleep.
And then there is something very interesting he found out... Lashers avoid places with a high concentration of bones belonging to their kind. He noticed they momentarily avoided any places where a Cthul brutalized a Lasher hunting party, and Bell took full advantage of that by collecting their corpses and flying them back and decorating around his home base with them.
The lions sure loved the extra food as well.
Remember when he struggled to lift just the tail piece of a Lasher? Yeah, forget that. This Saiyan dude can now fully lift and carry even a fully grown Lasher corpse without many issues. Zenkai boosts are nothing to scoff at. Vegeta went from around 30k in the Namek Saga to being basically relative to first form Freeza with just ONE Zenkai boost.
So, yeah.
This rocks.
The biggest thing Lashers had on his was how resistant and strong they were compared to him, and now that a couple of months have passed after his bout with Lashy... Cthuls are now not the only ones capable of hunting a Lasher by themselves.
Hunting them has become routine for Bell by this point. Haki boosts his attack and defence by a total of three times, that alone puts him far above a single Lasher when it comes to combat. And he was slightly faster than them before the Zenkai boost even hit.
His mastery over Haki has also jumped leaps and bounds, now being able to fully coat his body with Armament Haki for full attack and defense without leaving any gaps. Advanced Armament Haki is an entirely new monster. The entire point of it is to concentrate on a single part of your body and use the rest of your body to fuel the Haki going towards that point, which results in a fiery blazing aura around the spot where the Armament Haki is applied. The Advanced version is something he is still working on to properly manifest, but given the sheer difference between his attacks, he is confident in saying it gives him an attack boost of six times compared to the regular version of 'just' three.
Lashers are also the perfect training partners, he is just around their power level without using Haki, so he can go all out and use them as punching bags while easily dodging their attacks. Even fighting against two at the same time is completely doable, but he makes sure to keep his Haki up in that case.
He's cocky, but not stupid. Bell knows those tails are able to pierce even the flesh of a Cthul, so one wrong move and it too will just go through and impale him. Their claws? Now that's fair game, and even if they were to hit his Haki-covered body full on with it, they would barely even scratch him.
And that meant that after months of doing his very best to eradicate the local Lashers, it made the process... boring. It has become too easy to dispatch them.
So he's doing something stupid. Which, hey! Is just the kind of thing he needs to do to add some extra spice to his life. And right now he wants to test a new move he has been cooking up for a while.
What is something every fan of Dragon Ball fan has tried to do at least once? It does not matter how old or how young you are, you've tried to do this. There is no point in denying the fact.
The Kamehameha.
And so he is now facing off against a Cthul who is very much ignoring him. "Can't say I blame ya, ain't like you can feel what lil old me is packing." Bell began stretching around a yard away from the Cthul, making sure to massage his own body as he stretched to boost the effectiveness of it. "Yup, feeling super-duper right now." He smacked his cheeks to pump himself up and assume the iconic position.
It's not really a Kamehameha, of course. He has no idea what the Ki flow of the actual technique is to use it, but that doesn't mean he can't make his own version of it. And that is exactly where he is putting all of that he knows regarding Ki manipulation thus far.
And since he already has a sort of theme with his Pepper Bomb... why not continue with it? "Tabasco...!" Ki gathered between both of his palms, flickers of red and yellow popping in and out around an energy blast that quickly increased in size the more Ki was pumped into it. The colour is mainly red, but there are hints of yellow swirling around the blast, and soon enough, there is enough power in the blast for him to practically palm both ends of it, using his hands to refine and then compress the Ki so there is less waste. His understanding of Pyromancy that came with the Psyker Trait also gave him an epiphany of sorts when it comes to his 'regular' Ki attacks, and right now, he is using everything he learned and putting it through a trial by fire. "Cannon!"
The charged ki beam is fired towards the titan, and Bell can feel how his own body is becoming increasingly heated with each passing second he is firing the attack. It's not his first time getting burned, so this warmth is nothing new to him. In fact, he can go as far as to say that it is a pleasant feeling since it also made his power level jump considerably.
Bell recalls how this is the difference between most warriors out there, they don't have these kinds of techniques under their belts, and that is exactly what surprised Raditz and spelled his doom when Goku and Piccolo worked alongside each other to take him down.
Now, this is no Special Beam Cannon, so the jump in power is not that extreme, but... he made it himself. This is his technique. "Take that, you lumbering Cthulhu knockoff! Send Mr. Lovecraft and his cat my regards when you see 'em in THE NEXT DIMENSION!"
The Cthul is considerably slower both physically and mentally, but that doesn't mean it will just sit there and take it without trying to at least defend itself. Several of his many tentacle-like limbs covered its chest as the beam came towards it.
It's a successful block, but Bell has more juice to fuel this beam, and the Cthul can't simply walk away from it lest it allow itself to be harmed by it. "Burns, doesn't it? I'm feeling like eating cooked octopus tonight and yer on the menu!" His target can't move, but that doesn't mean HE has to stay still.
And that's the advantage he has over every single creature on this planet: Mobility.
Just the fact that he is able to fly around or run in circles around them completely changes how they interact with him. And that is to say... they don't unless he lets them.
Bell grins as he enacts phase two of his plan. The beam is able to sear through the tentacles if given enough time, but that's not what he wants. What he wants is to test the capabilities of his Tabasco Cannon. How fast can he move before losing accuracy? How much can he pump before losing control? And what happens if he brings his palms closer to each other?
Fast, he can freely move without losing control or accuracy, and he can overcharge the attack in exchange for quickly having his Ki as fuel at a pace that increases with every second that passes. And what happens when his palms slowly close around it? It hyper focuses on a point, so instead of scorching a general area the beam hits, it pierces instead. Sure, he has to use Haki to bring his palms closer without scorching himself as well, but that's just a small detail.
Hoo boy, dashing around the Cthul while focusing the beam feels so damn good.
He's right, it is not a Kamehameha.
But he loves his Tabasco Cannon.
The Cthul? Its not McLoving his Tabasco Cannon at all, guess it can't handle the spiciness, what a sorry sight. "Alright, time to stop fucking around and kill ya off!" His palms are no longer as closed as they were before, he doesn't need to hyperfocus the beam anymore given that he has already damaged the Cthul considerably. Enough for the finisher combo.
He equips Pillar of Light in the slot previously occupied by Armament Haki and lets it loose.
You see, Pillar of Light does not need any type of somatic requirement for it to activate. The only thing the Ability needs is for it to be called down within his sensory range. And brother, that's a very large range due to being able to sense Ki.
Something several unfortunate Lashers found out. It has become a sort of past time when he is particularly bored.
A straight fight against the Cthul is not something he is really interested in, even if he had the power to actually punch it the fuck out, the way the titan fights is just... boring. Despite being several times weaker than a Cthul, it is way more fun to fuck around with them.
A Pillar of Light came down from the skies itself, crashing down upon the already hurt Cthul and stripping it away from more and more of what little defence it had left, and to make matters worse for the beast, Bell never stopped firing his Tabasco Cannon.
The onslaught of both the searing holy light and the fiery beam burning through made this Cthul's life extinguish.
Truth be told, he does not particularly feel all that good about putting the creature down. Sure, it is an amazing feat, but... It's not like the Cthul could even fight back unless Bell sabotaged himself and purposefully got up close and personal like an idiot.
But he also doesn't feel bad. This is the only type of animal he can comfortably reach on this planet that he could test his attack to the fullest. So it served its duty well for all he cares.
And the biggest reason for actually doing this?
Ping!
[THE APEX OF TUTORI - SLAY ALL FOUR TYPES OF LAND-BASED BEASTS: GOLDEN RANDOM TICKET IS AWARDED]
[ORIGINAL TIER TWO TECHNIQUE HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY CREATED AND USED: SILVER ABILITY TICKET IS AWARDED]
The feats. That is exactly what he is after. "Haah~ Not too shabby, huh?" Just like he suspected, there really are just four types of terrestrial animals here. And the name of the planet is Tutori, huh? Guess this planet has been serving as a Tutorial for him all this time, so the name tracks.
Hm... the Cthul didn't count as a worthy opponent. He can't be too mad about that since he agrees with that. "Is the System based on my perception as well?" That'll make sense. Lashy was something significant to him. The reason for Belluper's death and his awakening, meant that he didn't count as just a regular animal to be slayed like the others were.
Something to keep in mind.
Te~ar
[Armor]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to create very durable and reinforced metal armour on your body that enhances endurance. The stronger you are, the stronger the metal formed is, you can also change the shape of the armour with concentration.
He's starting to think the Gacha wants him to be a walking tank, given all the things that help him directly stay alive and live longer. Not complaining at all, wearing armor is better than walking around barefoot. Was also getting really tired of only having the sunglasses as an option to wear...
[Shadow Cloak]
|Common Ability|
Cloak yourself in shadows to make yourself harder to perceive and muffle the sounds you make to enhance your stealth capabilities.
Situational, which is better than useless. And he is sure he can use it for style points down the line.
And that makes it a total of six Abilities. A new slot has been unlocked for him to use, and he is quick to equip the newly acquired Armor alongside Armament Haki once again.
Bell took a deep breath and let his mind process the new Ability. By now, he is already used to molding his energy, and as a concept, Armor is not all that different from Armament Haki, so he already has a lot of experience manifesting it.
He watches as the metal forms around his body, starting from his feet and going up until he is fully armored. There is no decoration such as cloth, a cape, a cloak, or anything of the sort, just metal. He doesn't really mind the lack of drip because just wearing it gives a noticeable boost to his endurance; his Ki is regenerating almost thrice as fast with it on. "I'm becoming quite the monster, ain't I?" Advancing fast to the next tier already.
As good as Combo is, Bell can comfortably hold off on it for now since absolutely nothing is able to threaten him on this planet anymore. There is no question about it, he stands at the top of the pecking order.
...Just ignore whatever the fuck is happening in the ocean.
"More endurance, more training. More training, more power."
Right.
More power.
Because that is definitely what he needs. To be even stronger than he already is. Bell sighs and takes a seat, idly blasting a Lasher group who thought themselves smart by trying to sneak on him. "What's even the damn point? Been half a year already. Kept myself busy by moving goalposts, but what do I do now? Take a dive?" Despite the clear challenge, he is not interested in that kind of fight. It would be just like fighting the Cthul all over again, but now underwater.
The helmet he is wearing fades away, and then so does the armor, and Bell flops to the ground with a sour expression on his face. "I'm the ruler of everything here. The big cheese. And I don't even care." His Saiyan instincts hate it. They demand him to be the strongest there is, but there is no one to actually give him a challenge.
He stayed in place even as night came and the lions popped to start eating the dead Cthul. Half-lidded eyes stared at the multiple moons up above. He crossed his arms as his right eye began to twitch. "Eleven years." He began, teeth gritting against each other so loudly his ears rang. "Eleven years on this planet. And. No. Full. MOON!" WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FULL MOON?! HE'S STARED AT THOSE DAMN MOONS COUNTLESS TIMES AND NEVER ONCE HAVE THEY BEEN FULL!
A fist came crashing down against the ground, causing an earthquake around it. "YOU!" He quickly jumped up, pointing a finger straight at the moons. "YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME OR SOMETHING?!" Doesn't it know just how essential a full moon is for a Saiyan? Doesn't it know what it is denying him? It's not fair, he wants to be an Oozaru, he wants to know how it feels!
"I AM A SAIYAN, AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF USING THEIR MOST BASIC TRANSFORMATION!" His aura is blazing around him by this point, and the lions decided that, as delicious as a Cthul is... they don't want to be near whatever hell this is. "DO YOU KNOW HOW SHITTY THAT MAKES ME FEEL?! I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EVEN BEGIN MAKING AN ARTIFICIAL MOON! IT TOOK ME OVER A MONTH JUST TO SENSE KI! THEN EVEN LONGER TO ACTUALLY LEARN TO CHARGE UP AN ENERGY BEAM!" He threw his arms up and screamed, his surroundings burning as his Ki went wild. "GOKU DID A KAMEHAMEHA FIRST TRY AFTER SEEING IT ONCE! ONCE!"
A throbbing vein popped on his forehead, and the ones on his flexing arms weren't too far off from popping as well. "Fuck my parents for sending me to this god-forsaken planet! Fuck this planet! BUT MOST OF ALL... FUCK. YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!"
His eyes have become pinpricks of rage by this point. He assumes a charging position and incoherently screams something as he fires off a constant stream of his Tabasco Cannon, not even bothering to control the beam. He just keeps firing it off without losing focus for as long as he can.
Bell didn't stop even as his throat felt like it was about to be torn open. Didn't stop despite his body burning up.
He just didn't.
The beam kept going on and on, going past the several moons and then continuing far into space.
The Saiyan doesn't know how long he kept it going, but it reached a point where he straight up ran out of Ki and then fell down to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he kept looking up. "Why didn't anyone come? Am I... am I really going to die here?"
It would have been more merciful if he had never awoke as Belluper. Is he here just to suffer? Day after day, night after night. The same thing over and over and over and over. He's just like Belluper, he who never strayed from routine.
He's doing the same right now. And he can't pretend to be chasing something that doesn't exist.
"Fuck me, man. Gimme a damn break." Bell fell back, exhausted. "I need a therapist." He'll quietly mutter, wiping the tears from his face. "Holy shit, yeah, yeah, I needed to let that all out." Acknowledging that lifted a weight that he didn't even know was there in his back.
Everyone needs a breakdown here and there.
It builds character, right?
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"Ah, C-Captain?" A nasally voice belonging to a one-eyed, chubby male alien wearing some sort of blue uniform spoke. Short spikes serve as a sort of pseudo-hair. He tapped away on the command console in front of him with his long, tapered fingers, green eye glancing around the information given by the readings that were popping up on the screen. "We uh, w-we got a sit-situation over he-ere!" His pale yellow skin looked even more pale as he stuttered the words out.
The petite purple-skinned spider-like woman with a short bob cut wearing a similar uniform but in red to the cyclops hums, idly typing a report using four of her six arms and hands to work while the other two rest against her lap. "And what would the situation be, Chaise?" Her voice is deep and husky despite her small and unassuming looks. "Use your big boy words, if you will." She sounds absolutely bored out of her mind as she speaks, from her work to glance at Chaise. Having four eyes and fine control of them lets her easily look at both the report she's writing and her subordinate at the same time.
"Canapé, you and I both know that Chaise is unable to speak without stumbling over his words. I'm afraid even someone as brilliant as I is unable to cure him of that illness of his." A tall man with four arms and pink skin says while adjusting his red visor and patting some wrinkles away from his blue uniform. "It's nothing wor-"
A look from the captain of the ship was all that Tapis needed to shut his mouth and grumble under his breath. "Chaise, please do finish whatever you are reporting, would you kindly?"
Chaise quickly spoke, but his words were a jumbled mess.
"Slowly, enunciate. Ee-NUN-see-ayt." She pinches the bridge of her nose and fully turns her head to face the cyclops with a tired look plastered all over her face. "Please, what is it?"
The man weakly points a finger at the front of the small scouting ship's cockpit. "T-that."
All three people present on the severely outdated ship looked as a beam of pure energy approached the ship.
Canapé smacks her lips. "Ah, that." Yes, yes indeed. She can see how this is a situation. "Chaise, dear, could you please perform the evasion maneuvers before that energy beam destroys our ship?"
"I... don't know how?" The glow of the beam is now overpowering the inside lights of the ship, painting the insides red.
Tapis held his head with all of his hands, mouth agape as he looked between Chaise and Canapé.
Her nerve is starting to crack as her eyes quickly snap to the navigator's console. "Starboard, pull the ship starboard! That is the right side, pilot!"
The chubby one yelps in fright and pulls the ship to the left side with all the force his fat little arms allowed him to. he can't even tell what is going on because his eyes are closed and he is screaming far too loud to hear any orders from his Captain, no matter how much the short woman raises her voice.
Muted words are screamed right against his ear, and he screams in fright once again before several hands block his mouth. Chaise slowly opens his eye to peek at the visage of Canapé. Muffled words are spoken against her hand as she pulls a disgusted face, quickly releasing him and then wiping his drool against his uniform. "W-we're alive! Sweet merciful Spi-spirits!"
"If you don't stop drifting us towards that moon we won't be you... fat, ignorant, buffoon!" The pink-skinned man shrilly screeches while slamming his hands against his console, knocking several doohickeys all across the floor.
But the yellow cyclops is still frozen in fear, so the Captain sighs and takes hold of the ship's steering console and gently sets it to stop. "Well then, what am I looking at?" She'll ask while keeping close watch on the still ongoing beam that almost hit the ship, which finds itself already in poor condition...
The visored man clears his throat and taps some commands after taking a seat once again. "Energy-based attack, our sensors are detecting a considerable power level coming from the planet right in front of us."
"And what planet is this?" This time, she looks pointedly at the pilot, who seems to have finally managed to hold off a heart attack to look at the star chart as per her request. He takes several minutes to cross-reference their current location, and by then, the red beam of almost death has thankfully dissipated.
He smiles and turns his head to look at her. "Th-a-at is pl-ah-nette Tu-tori."
All of her eyes squinted as she looked out of the cockpit towards the planet. "I heard that name before." She walks up to her console and leans over it while typing. The petite spider woman keeps humming as her black eyes scan the screen of her search. "Here it is. A planet actively used by the now almost extinct Saiyan race for... disposal of undesirables."
Tapis rolled his eyes and grunted. "Ugh, I expected nothing less of these... these... savages! Why, I thank the Gods that their planet got destroyed by that meteor. A net positive, I say!" Good riddance!
"W-waitte... if Saiyans sent their, uh... 'undesirables'." The air quotes are practically visible as he spoke. "T-then... uat if... Saiyan be-aam?"
The doctor of the ship looked aghast at the mere suggestion. "Surely you jest! The odds of a Saiyan having survived are slim to none!"
"B-but not zerro!"
Canepé leans forward, elbows on her console desk and fingers steepled, eyes glued to the rusty planet. "No, not zero."
"Captain! You could not POSSIBLY by suggesting what I think you are!" He held one of his hands against his chest, looking offended.
Chaise shily smiled and looked happy with himself as he began to relax in his seat. "C-could not hurtte? At le-astte trie?"
Her fingers tapped against each other. "Listen up, you two, we are severely lacking funds, and we cannot afford to slip up and not have enough to pay tribute to the P.T.O, so I have decided to act recklessly for once in my very long life."
She takes a deep breath and stands up, slowly walking towards the front of the cockpit with some sway in her hips. She looks down at the planet, its visage reflecting against her black eyes as she presses a hand against the glass. Lips quirk up, and she licks her fangs as she turns to face her crew.
"So, let's gamble."
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Abilities: Armament Haki(Equipped), Pillar of Light, Rough Knuckle, Combo, Armor(Equipped), Shadow Cloak.
Items: Charismatic Sunglasses, Sanctum, Sakuya Fumo,
Traits: Tough as Nails, Mithril Skeleton, Musk, Psyker(Pyromancy)
Skills: Adept Masseuse
Familiars: N/A