Abilities: Armament Haki(Equipped), Pillar of Light, Rough Knuckle, Combo, Armor(Equipped), Shadow Cloak.
Items: Charismatic Sunglasses, Sanctum, Sakuya Fumo, Beginners Guide to Runecraft
Traits: Tough as Nails, Mithril Skeleton, Musk, Psyker(Pyromancy), Rule of Cool, Hyper Reflexive, Rule 63
Skills: Adept Masseuse
Familiars: N/A
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Techniques:
Ki:
Pepper Bomb - A Ki blast that is charged and then thrown to cause a fiery explosion in the area hit.
Ki/Magic:
Tabasco Cannon - His Psyker (Pyromancy) has made him more attuned to the magical aspects of the universe, granting him an innate sense of magic that has deepened with further mental training. This technique combines both Ki and Magic to channel his energy into a blazing cannon. Energy used and damage increase the longer it is maintained.
Magic:
Flame Breath - A torrent of psychically-generated flames pours forth from the psyker's eyes and mouth, engulfing the target.
Fire Shield - With a sweep of their arms, the psyker throws up a towering wall of flame to protect their allies.
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Before retiring for the night in the storage room, he decided to take a gander at the Beginner's Guide to Runecraft. The entire thing is mainly nonsense, but that is to be expected since he actually has to learn it the hard way.
And this is an Item, not a Trait like being a Psyker, so the rules for how it works are completely different, he can't just feel it out and experiment with it. It's a massive, thick book packed with countless pages that he has to read through. Luckily, it seems to be organised from what's supposed to be easier to more difficult sections. Well, he says they're easy, but the sheer amount of theory behind it makes that hard to believe. The main focus of the book is teaching how the Mysteries related to each Rune work, and how to properly use them. And from a quick glance, he had multiple ways to use it, based on what you imagine while using it.
Certainly, it's not something he can learn with a snap of his fingers. But still, any new skill he manages to pick up that doesn't cost an ability slot is something that he values.
Speaking of organising… the storage room is messy. more than just messy, it's like a teenage boy hit puberty and was left completely unsupervised. It's chaos at its finest. Yeah, it's pretty rough. "There's so much crap everywhere, and I don't even know what the hell most of that stuff is even supposed to be," Bell mutters as he palms his neck and then lets out a groan. "Sorry, girl, but that's a job for you." The Sakuya Fumo materialises and is placed carefully in a relatively tidy corner of the room. He takes a seat, stretching out as he prepares for his nightly routine of massaging himself to ease his body and worries.
"I'm really off that planet for good, damn, this all feels so surreal." He lets out a deep sigh and slumps down, stealing a glance at the chaotic mess being slowly cleaned and organised as he does so. It's oddly mesmerising to watch, but honestly, he's almost ready to collapse. The energy he poured into those Light Pillars drained him completely, his reserves are battered, and he can't help but feel the weight of it all bearing down on him.
It was a gamble, but the instant he realised he could feel all of them, something inside him ignited. He knew he had to try, not out of revenge for what the Lashers made him suffer through, but out of a burning desire to see if he could. And suddenly, he did it. He reached out and made it happen. It was so simple, so effortless, just like flipping a switch. A snap of his fingers was all it took, and everything changed in an instant.
That is the power someone like him can yield in this universe.
And he's just starting, too. Bell is fully aware of the heavy hitters that'll eventually come up, Freeza, Cell, Buu, and so on. It is an amazing thing to think about, especially given the current timeline.
Planet Vegeta was destroyed about three years ago, which means Goku is likely just three or six years old, more or less, depending on the canon this universe has. He or she would only canonically meet Raditz in their early to mid twenties, so that's... a long wait until it happens and shit goes down.
Bell doesn't know how to get to Earth right now, but he's also not particularly in a hurry to give the place a visit. No reason for him to fuck around with those parts of the story as it is.
In fact… he doesn't need to do anything now that he thinks about it. "I could just… hijack the ship and order the people here to take me to some populated planet, then plan from there."
But…
[ARE YOU PLANNING TO ALLOW THE CHIPS TO FALL WHERE THEY MAY?]
Is he? No, no… that'll just be… "Boring. I don't want to have everything happen without me doing anything, I'm the protagonist of my own story, ain't I? So what's the point of letting stuff just happen without inserting me in it?" Besides…
He wants to meet Goku. Sure, all the others are cool and all, but Goku's Goku. Can't top that.
[OUT OF THE PAN, AND INTO THE FIRE.]
Something like that.
Welp, time to hit the sack, that's a problem for future Bell either way.
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Eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar space, which made Bell quickly get up with Armament Haki already covering his entire body. "Where the fu-" Oh, right. The ship! He's in an actual spaceship! Huh, guess that wasn't a dream after all. For how long did he sleep?
Bell looks around the now-organised storage room and gives an impressed whistle. "Sakuya, you really outdid yourself this time."
[I SEE YOU ARE ALREADY PRAISING YOUR GIRLFRIEND, DO I NOT GET ANY PRAISES FOR GIVING YOU TICKETS FOR FEATS?]
"First of all, not my girlfriend, and second of all, ain't that supposed to be your job anyway?" The Saiyan grumbles while wiping the sand from his eyes.
[I HAVE SEEN THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TO THE DOLL.]
"THAT WAS DONE IN PRIVACY!" He points a finger at the textbox, but the blush on his face already tells the whole story. He huffed while crossing his arms and willed the Fumo back into his inventory. "Ya ain't got no right to judge a lonely boy during a very hormonal time of his life…" Several grumbles followed as he turned around to leave the room.
The ship is not that big, and the fact that he can just sense the Ki of the three goobers also helps to locate where to go. And hoo boy… might be the first spaceship he's ever been in besides the Space Pod, but even he knows the entire place is as run down as it comes. He is surprised that the thing is even able to travel in space.
But hey, beggars can't be choosers, and he's definitely a beggar in this situation.
The door hisses open, and Bell finds himself in the cockpit of the ship once again. "Heads up, I did some organising in the storage room, so don't be surprised if it looks different now. The entire place was a mess, and it was bothering me." He begins to speak as if this entire situation is normal.
Canapé swivels her captain's chair around to face him, a couple of her hands folded neatly in her lap. "Monsieur Belluper," she says, voice warm but careful, "did you manage to get some rest? I'm sorry about how we reacted before. We… honestly didn't expect to find a male Saiyan stranded down there." Or the entire lightshow he performed previously, either.
"Yeah, no worries," Bell replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was pretty messed up when you guys found me. Rough couple of days. I wasn't exactly in the best headspace." He lets out a slow breath, then pauses as her words sink in. "Wait… why'd you specify 'male'?"
Canapé winces. Before she can answer, Tapis clears his throat from the side console, his tone gentle, like he's trying not to spook a wild animal. "I'm afraid I have some difficult news. There are only four Saiyans left… including you. And you're the only male among them."
"Sorry ma-an, thatte is tottes nott co-ul." The pilot gives his sympathies to Bell, his eye averting from his face as he looks down on the current route they are taking.
He just stands there like an idiot for a bit too long, mouth opening and closing as he attempts to gather his wits once again.
Ah.
Fucking Rule 63
Bell sighs and covers his face with his hands. "Yeah, of course, why not?" He groans while slumping down against the one free seat in the cockpit. "Guess that's just how the cookie crumbles." His leg is bouncing up and down anxiously.
Goku better have a dick in this timeline. Or Broly, if he even exists here. Otherwise, the God ritual is straight-up impossible… and that's gonna be a problem.
He looks between the three stooges, leans forward on the chair, and then hums in thought. They are still tense, watching him like he might snap at any second. Can't really blame them after everything that just went down. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot. Mostly my fault. I wasn't in a good place mentally, so… sorry. Again. If you've got questions, fire away. I'm an open book."
Canapé stops typing whatever report she is busy with at the moment and rests her hands against her lap. "You mentioned being on that planet since you were three, yes? It might be an overstep on my part, but I have been fairly curious about how you survived, given that previous reports of Tutori classified it with a relatively higher than average power level, even the Freeza Force does not seem all that interested in it. Mostly water, not exactly prime real estate."
Bell's mouth twitches. "At first I was afraid, I was petrified… kept thinking I could never live without anyone by my side. But then I spent so many nights thinking about how they did me wrong." He shrugs. "And I grew strong. Learned how to survive." Somehow, he held the urge to smile back.
[YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE, BELL. BUUUUUT 'I WILL SURVIVE' IS A CERTIFIED BANGER SO I FORGIVE YOU]
Tapis scratches at the scales on his neck, clearly intrigued. "It's remarkable. Every available record we've pulled on Tutori says no Saiyan sent there has ever made it back. Most people assume it's basically an execution sentence. We never got any real answers, though. Saiyans tend to keep their business private." He gives a small, apologetic tilt of his head. "You have to understand… people like us are naturally wary of anyone tied to the Freeza Force."
Spider gal cuts in with a hum. "And male Saiyans have a reputation for being… more brutal. Add in the fact that you spent years alone on a planet literally used for ritual executions of your own kind… well, it didn't exactly scream 'safe' to us."
No, not it really didn't. The fact that he has a healthy-
[KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT]
-Mind is fairly impressive. Hell, even the old Belluper wasn't…
…
Yeah, no, that boy was completely savage. Bell can't deny it.
Bell lets out a short laugh. "Yeah, I get it. None of that exactly painted a friendly picture." He claps his hands together once, then gets up. "But we're good now. I'm not here to kill anybody. You can all relax." They still look a little skeptical, but it's a start. At least this time he's got people to talk to.
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He wishes he had a camera to capture their expressions in a snapshot once they mustered enough courage to go to the storage room. An absolute look of shock upon finding the previously messy room completely organised and perfectly cleaned.
Sakuya is an awesome maid like that.
It also marks the first time they weren't scared of just being around him, and that on itself was pretty damn neat.
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Bell leaned forward, hands splayed across the sink's countertop as he looked at a mirror. He turned his head around to get a clear look at himself. "Despite everything, it's still me." He'll mutter quietly before washing his face.
It's been a couple of days now, and the crew of the ship seems to be getting used to his presence. They informed him they are headed towards what's supposed to be a fairly important place for the Planet Trade Organization.
He was asleep when they contacted the P.T.O so he unfortunately missed the entire conversation they had with a random officer worker before switching to someone higher ranked. Someone they describe as 'A very handsome man with long hair and green skin'.
Yes, he's salty about not seeing Zarbon, even if it was just through a video call.
The Saiyan is also surprised that he doesn't care that he's practically being delivered to Empress Freeza's lap. Empress… Freeza… yeah, just another thing he has to get used to. But he doesn't really mind that, this doesn't change any of his plans.
Whatever Freeza has planned with him, he is sure he can take it. Probably. It is something he has been thinking about for almost a week, ever since he boarded here, pretty much. Genocide and planetary takeover?
It does not bother him. The reason why? Heaven and Hell are something that he knows with absolute certainty. And it's not like he plans to drawl out any deaths, get it done quick and painless. The good goes to heaven and 'live' on in peace. And the rest? Either gets recycled or just punished in hell.
Maybe it's his Saiyan brain working to justify it, and in the end he could try to justify it with several other arguments.
But he just doesn't care.
What does he care about? Trying to get the look on his Armor ability just right, and the Berserker Armor design is what he's trying to make, but holy shit is it a complicated design. It ain't going to be tougher or more resistant by looking like it, and he also does not mind that at all. This is purely for fashion.
And Bell will be damned if he is found using a sauceless armor to fight. The base metal of the armor is a boring grey, but once Armament Haki coats it? Yeah, now that's a cool look.
He hummed and took a good look at the conjured armor. "Eh, good enough for now, I can always tweak it later."
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A physical was in order for him to take. A good ol' regular full checkup. A bit awkward to be naked in front of the Doctor and Captain, but Tapis needed to check everything, and the entire process took several hours to complete.
All for Tapis to silently stare at the results for a long time before speaking up. "I have no idea what a Saiyan's vitals should be."
Bell almost faceplanted when he heard that.
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So, it took him a bit to notice, but the interior of the ship is actually pretty damn warm. Their pilot is pretty much always sweating like a pig, and the reason is that Canapé and Tapis are cold-blooded species, so they need the temperature to be raised to be comfortable.
Chaise, on the other hand, is warm-blooded, and this temperature is right below the amount he can take before being TOO uncomfortable. Poor dude. He's actually pretty nice and told him about how the trio are childhood friends who grew up on the same planet, and once they were of age, they banded together to purchase this very ship. The age definitely shows.
All of them belong to three different long-lived species, too, so that's pretty cool.
Another thing he has recently started doing is giving the crew massages. And yeah, that is one way to raise their friendship gauge.
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Been around two months now that he has been here. Mostly uneventful, besides a recent encounter with Canapé in the showers. Which, as he found out, are unisex.
And also a bit of a spook for him since he found out that what he thought were just her breasts are, in reality, venom glands. Which was… a bit disappointing for him, to be honest. First nude woman he has seen since getting in this universe, and from what he has seen, they are not compatible in the slightest when it comes to THAT thing.
Which, hey, not a big deal. It is fairly interesting, actually. Welp, he blames the hormones of a Saiyan going through puberty for his feelings.
And besides… he also found out that he doesn't care that it is the case. Just another funny thing to know about himself.
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[EVENT IS STARTING. DIFFICULTY LEVEL: BRONZE.]
"Eh…?" Bell rubbed the sand from his eyes and yawned as he sat down while groggily squinting his eyes at the textbox.
[EVENT NAME: GIVE US YOUR BOOTY!]
He continues to stare at the box, more confused than when he had woken up. "You gonna explain that or-" The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, and his pupils dilated before shrinking to pinpricks as his head swiveled in the direction of the cockpit. One of them was almost as large as his own.
Several energies he does not recognize are present within the ship. Bell glances back at the still present textbox and reads the words carefully. "Ah, space pirates." Less worrying given the name of the event.
"Alright." He got up and stretched before summoning his armor and coating it with Armament Haki. Also, not forgetting to equip Sanctus on his back. Just in case.
His grin is absolutely feral as he finishes the look with the fake Berserker Armor helmet.
"Let's freak some fuckers out."
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Abilities: Armament Haki(Equipped), Pillar of Light, Rough Knuckle, Combo, Armor(Equipped), Shadow Cloak.
Items: Charismatic Sunglasses, Sanctum, Sakuya Fumo, Beginners Guide to Runecraft
Traits: Tough as Nails, Mithril Skeleton, Musk, Psyker(Pyromancy), Rule of Cool, Hyper Reflexive, Rule 63
Skills: Adept Masseuse
Familiars: N/A
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Techniques:
Ki:
Pepper Bomb - A Ki blast that is charged and then thrown to cause a fiery explosion in the area hit.
Ki/Magic:
Tabasco Cannon - His Psyker (Pyromancy) has made him more attuned to the magical aspects of the universe, granting him an innate sense of magic that has deepened with further mental training. This technique combines both Ki and Magic to channel his energy into a blazing cannon. Energy used and damage increase the longer it is maintained.
Magic:
Flame Breath - A torrent of psychically-generated flames pours forth from the psyker's eyes and mouth, engulfing the target.
Fire Shield - With a sweep of their arms, the psyker throws up a towering wall of flame to protect their allies.
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I have had a most interesting couple of days lately. Three days ago a Brazilian Wandering Spider decided to hang around on the wall right in front of my living room's door. I, of course, filled a pan full of bleach and then threw the bleach at the arachnid. Then stomped it to death with my flip flops.
Funny enough, I am allergic to spider and also suffer from severe arachnophobia, but for some reason the moment my eyes landed upon the four legged freak... I just felt rage like never before.
And oh yeah, I saw three dead dudes on the street while going to buy groceries.
You know, as one does.
I hate Brazil.