บท 31: Planet Namek 10
Bulma is a genius of the highest order, there is no denying it. And with her massively increased thought processing power thanks to how massively her new power has surged explosively upwards, that genius now thinks hundreds of times faster than she did before..
Little basic tricks with Ki like firing blasts? She picked that up in two minutes at most, and she was already beginning to to get the hang of floating after fifteen minutes. Having her ki unlocked and her power being so massively increased from the get go was the main reason behind it all, but for being human, a species that had no ingrained instinct to use ki like a Saiyan or Namekian made it an impressive feat in of itself.
And already her potential had been fully unlocked. Apparently, with Guru in much better health and vastly superior strength now, he could make the time it took lessen drastically.
It was mind boggling to think, that according to my scouter, Bulma had a battle power that put the canon Namek Saga Goku to shame, at least at the base.
14,000,840.
It was ludicrous how utterly absurdly broken Guru's ability was to unlock sleeping power and potential. From what Guru explained, most are born with a set potential. It doesn't matter how strong they grow, because their set potential will be that set amount of potential stronger. Guru could, for many bring out their full potential. They could still get stronger from there, but it would take a long time for their potential to grow back to its previous state.
It made sense. And because of me feeding her those fruit from the Tree of Might, her base ability had increased massively, and as such, her potential that was as many times her current base ability, meant that the amount of strength she would gain would become that much larger.
Still, it was absurd that Bulma went from a battle power of twelve to fourteen million and strong enough to easily kill Frieza in any of his forms outside his final one. She had went from a weakling at the bottom of the barrel of the universe, to easily within the top twenty strongest beings currently alive within Universe 7.
Still, while she was busy chatting up the Namekian's and satiating her natural curiosity about how their species lived while pestering them into showing her basic ki techniques, I took the time to take off into the air for a bit and flew off into the distance. With my speed, it was easy to get a few miles away within less than a minute.
There was something I wanted to try. Something I was almost sure I could accomplish.
Just moments after I touched down, a familiar massive form landed behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see the gigantic bulky form of Guru smiling down at me. "You followed me?" I asked.
"Indeed," Guru nodded, "There can be only one reason why you would seek to get this far from everyone else now that your power has grown so massively, at least from what I can infer from the memories I saw yesterday."
He pinned me with an intense stare, "You plan to ascend to the legendary form of your species," he stated, "You plan to try and become a Super Saiyan."
"Yeah." I nodded, no point lying. Yesterday, it was only for a moment, but my aura had turned golden, and I felt my power multiply massively in that split moment before it dyed down. And over the course of the day yesterday up until I feel asleep, that golden light within me had grown and grown and grown to the point where just looking within myself felt like I was bathed in a world of golden light.
It was easily at least one hundred times the amount there was compared to yesterday when for that moment where I was sure that I had ascended for that one second.
"You should brace yourself, this might be rough." I warned him as I settled into my stance and drew upon my ki, powering up to my maximum, my crimson red aura bursting into existence around me like a roaring flame.
"I expect so," Guru hummed, "It's part of the reason why I've come to keep an eye on you."
I saw Guru lift a hand and conjure a barrier of ki around himself as the air began tremble, the ground beneath my feet began to buckle inwards, debris levitating into the air and the waters of the ocean surrounding the island we were on churn violently, quaking back and forth into massive waves.
I looked deep inside myself, centred myself within that golden radiance and pulled with all my might.
It slipped through my mental grasp. I tried again, to no avail. And again, and again. But no matter how I grasped at it I couldn't keep a hold of it. Ages passed, it felt almost like hours really and frustration began to build within me.
The power comes in response to a need, not a desire. Use the pain of loss.
Goku's voice floated through my mind and I ground my teeth. 'Shut the fuck up!' I snarled mentally. Easy for him to fucking say, what the fuck did he know about loss? Boohoo my best friend died! He's gonna be stuck in the afterlife getting free training from a god for a year before getting wished back, get something perspective you fucking tard!
What the fuck has he ever truly lost? Grandpa? No he fucking hasn't, he can go see Grandpa Gohan whenever he fucking wants. He fucking killed him too and he doesn't fucking know that, but I do! I fucking remember that night clearly, I got all his memories when I was given life, even the ones he can't remember or was consciously aware of. I remember the feeling of Grandpa's body going crunch beneath my foot and the feel of his blood soaking into my heel.
Beyond that, nothing! He doesn't even remember our fucking parents, and he doesn't want to. He got lucky like that. They might already be fucking reincarnated right now. I get the memories without them ever being mine and the prospect that they may just already be gone for good and even if not, they're not truly my parents, they're his!
And the worst of it all, is that he's the Super Variation. He will one day go the route of being a fucking retard that will put the very universe at risk. Oh the erasure of the universes not meeting the mortal level is not his fault, and him getting the Tournament of Power going was something that he should be praised for. But you know what shouldn't be praised yet fucking is every damn time?
Him not taking fucking any of the fights seriously until the end. Holding back on his power, going easy on the other contestants of the other universes just so he can see what they're made of and put the entire universe at jeopardy. His sons, his wife, his newly born grandaughter! All of his friends and all the countless innocents. How many fucking times did he almost get kicked out of the battle arena during that tournament because he was holding back?
It's his fucking fault. I have to fucking work myself into the ground, blow holes in my fucking self to get strong enough to make a difference because I can't leave it to fucking him and jeopardize everyone in the known universe just because he wants to hold back for a good fucking fight!
SERIOUSLY! FUCK SON GOKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Something slipped into place, and my entire being erupted into gold shining light. A moment later, my vision returned and I found myself staring out of through a blinding golden aura while the sky above had gone pitch black as if Porunga had come to back out to play, thunder booming throughout the sky and lightning dancing through the clouds.
And from the scouter over my right eye, a truly mindboggling number was reflected back at me.
5,370,568,000.
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