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Nakiya found herself in the depths of the royal palace, working diligently on a tank filled with purple liquid. There was nothing inside just yet, but there were several tubes and syringes pumping various fluids into the contents of the tank. The Demon Queen's fingers were flying across the keyboard as she typed in one command after the next, pausing only long enough to stretch out her cramping fingers.
She would finally glance back to the body of the Saiyan boy that had been defeated on planet Saiya, Negi, lying nearly lifeless on an operating table. There was a strange stone placed on the boys chest, a soul beacon, an ancient enchantment that she had used several times in her younger years when she was first starting to experiment with artificial life. This stone however called directly to Negi's soul and kept it bound to the dying body until the stone was removed, or the body was given life. The latter was exactly what the Queen planned to do.
It took a few hours for her to finish setting up the tank, but when it was ready she would move towards Negi. She was about to pick him up when something caught her eye, something so insignificant to her it normally would have just gone by un-noticed, but with her current rage it called out to her like a beacon. The saiyan's tail. Such a pathetic little thing, and yet the source of many saiyan's pride... this singular appendage so un-necessary to most, labelled this boy like so many others a saiyan.
"Well... You will not be a saiyan for much longer, Negi. So you won't be needing that." She said to herself, her hand moving up to the point of his tail that connected to the rest of his body. Her hand lid up with flames and seared through the limb in no time at all. If Negi were alive he would no doubt scream in pain, though being dead the room remained completely silent. She couldn't help but scoff, lighting the rest of the tail on fire before she would pick him up none too gracefully before walking up to the ramp that led above the tank of purple fluid. She didn't even hesitate to lift Negi above it and just let him plummet into it, tossing in the Soul Stone after him.
It became so... second nature for her to create perfect beings of the Universes races that it never struck her as playing god anymore, but truthfully, that's exactly what she was doing. What annoyed her however was that for all her efforts, she still wasn't anywhere near the creative capabilities of her aunt.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Unnoticed by Nakiya, smoke began to take form near her and, little by little they were shaped in the form of a woman well-known by the current Demon Queen. Towa took form and, with her godly energy unable to be sensed by the likes of Nakiya, she smirked with the corner of her mouth as she approached her head from her niece's ear. "Seems like you were too close for comfort yet again, my dear Nakiya." and she didn't have to say anything else for the Queen to know she was talking about her assault on Saiya. Nakiya risked her life once again and although death, to the likes of them, was but a nuisance, it carried another message, a far more dangerous one: that the demon kin was not to be feared, and that was something Towa couldn't just let slide.
After she spoke, a portal was formed and from within this portal, a presence could be sensed. Not very strong when compared to the living titans that lived in this universe, true enough, but powerful enough to tower above most mortals. And it was definitely not Mira.
Post by Kamen no Saiyajin on Nov 8, 2017 12:59:14 GMT -5
As if by some sense of magic, it was mostly magic anyway, the portal would rip through the very fabric of space and time to reveal itself within Nakiya's laboratory type room. The swirling, demonic energy source opened up wide enough for a fairly large being to walk through, every so often it would crackle with excess energy, like bolts of lightning. It didn't take long for whatever, or whoever, needed to emerge through it to come forth, within moments his energy could be felt in the room as if he was already standing there. Booted feet brought the being over to the other plane, and once fully outside the swirling doorway of Demonic magic it would close suddenly, shrinking in size until it ceased to exist completely. Just moments ago this same person was in another era, one some forsaken planet that he had reduced to absolute extinction, and now within moments he had transcended any logical notion of travel and ended up here, somewhere and some TIME completely different.
Standing at his full height of six foot, two inches tall one could tell that the presence under all that clothing was a male. The blood red color of that hooded jacket that he wore with the white, lined piping just screamed Demonic in design, the green "jewel" fastened in the middle acting like a button of sorts to keep the jacket closed. The hood was pulled up over his head, only revealing the mask he wore on his face, hiding his true identity at the moment. In the middle of the mask, the Time Breakers insignia clearly seen, masking him as one of Towa's own. His other pieces of clothing were less extravagant, being black pants, boots, and gloves while a gold band rested itself around his massive left arm. The man didn't say a word, and couldn't even be heard breathing. Instead he walked over to where the one known as Towa stood, standing behind her and to the side, so he was not ahead of her in such a disrespectful manner but not directly behind her either so Nakiya could keep her eyes on him.
It was true, his power was nothing compared to those of this era, but it was something that would change shortly. His kind, the pure blooded race of warriors, were a source of endless energy and power. Seemingly a bottomless pit of potential, able to overcome any sort of limit thrown at them that other beings would be unable to overcome. Able to manipulate their overall power by accessing "transformations" that would greatly boost them above all others. That is what he was, though clearly not in any way at that level, yet. He was something much more simple, at the moment. What he was now was a vessel, able to be twisted and used at the will of whoever Towa found fit. A literal weapon, to be used to cause as much chaos and destruction as his Overlord commanded. All she needed to do was give the command, any command, and he would comply. His duties were not for his own desires, those were gone and forgotten. Everything he was now, and would be, was for the woman he stood behind. At least at the moment.
Though, in truth his silence was quite unnerving. Never much of a conversationalist in his previous life, the now mind-controlled Saiyajin was even less of a socializing soul. Expectations of conversations should be set low with this one, as he was not even capable of introducing himself unless told to. Though his power said otherwise compared to even just the two in this room, his presence was one that demanded those around him to be intimidated, that mask resembling nothing but pure evil, as it was a contraption birthed with such things in mind. The question was, though, if he was even looking at Nakiya from behind the mask at all, as consciously the body and mind were being controlled. It was a curious thing as to what his brain was even processing, if anything at all on its own. The only other movement the masked being made was to bring his arms up and cross them over his chest, a reflexive type of action if anything. Something that even the mind control couldn't take away from him. He seemed to stare the Demon Queen down because of the "evil" expression on that mask, red slits doing their best to mimic eyes narrowed down on prey ready to be struck.
Though still, he did not move another inch and continued to remain silent. There was a sense of something quite wrong coming from him, an aura of indiscriminate terror if left off his leash. Though weak in comparison, it wasn't just the level of his physical power that made him truly dangerous, and a weapon of pure chaos. Once unhinged the Masked Terror would only stop at his superior's orders, or if he was killed. That was the type of creation the great Demon genius Towa had created, and that was what was present in the room. Even against impossible odds, should she see it fit to send this one into battle he would go, and rip and tear everything in his path. It was rare to find a warrior of that kind, especially those that could think for themselves. And what better type of body, or vessel, to use than the kind that knew no limits. As much as one could throw at the Saiyajin body, so long as it survived, it would emerge stronger than ever. It was a constant cycle of power, growing ever stronger by the day. To have such power at your disposal, and for it to never question your orders, goals, or desires was truly a danger to all that opposed you.
Speaking of her aunt, she never felt her ki as the Demon goddess appeared behind her but there was a tingle at the back of her neck that warned her someone was close. Before she could even spin on her heels however she heard her aunt speak into her ear and it caused the Demon Queen to roll her eyes in annoyance at her words.
"Welcome back to the Demon World, Aunt Towa. I assure you I had everything well under control. I hadn't even gotten around to using the full potential of the Makaioken or the Nega Bomb. I admit I could have planned my attack better but it was a golden opportunity, and Saiya no longer stands so I'll take my victory." She stated before her eyes immediately darted to the smoke gathering within her lab. Her aunt didn't seem to be alarmed by it however Nakiya was. If Mira made an appearance within her lab or even within the Demon realm it could be disastrous. The last thing she needed was that monstrous creation lose in her Dimension.
She turned her head to eye her aunt suspiciously, but raised an eyebrow as a form she didn't recognize came through the smokey portal.
"Who is this?" She asked bluntly, looking the man over from head to tow before placing her datapad down onto her desk. She was about to take a step towards the man but paused when a familiar appendage caught her eye. A saiyan tail. Her eyes narrowed but she made no immediate move against him. Judging my the look of him he was under her aunts control, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
"Why are you bringing a saiyan into my realm? Unless you brought him here for me to toy with you need to send him abck to wherever you took him from. These bloody mongrels are all going to die by my hands..." She growled softly, still extremely irritated due to the fight on planet Saiya. The Saiyans where the top race on her hit list, and they weren't going to be around for much longer if she had her way...
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Towa chuckled lightly when she saw how Nakiya reacted to the arrival of the masked saiyan. ”You let the saiyans have way too much power over you, my young niece. You are obsessed and while it gives you drive and power, it also handicaps you and shortens your insight.” and while she was lecturing Nakiya, she had a bit of a condescending tone too, because, like Towa was, she couldn’t help but to tease her kin. ”On top of that…” she shrugged. ”I would find it very hard for you to send my Masked Saiyan back to where he came from. I ripped him from another timeline itself.” she revealed, widening her grin.
She walked around the Demon Queen slowly, her eyes locked on Nakiya and her hand running on her shoulders. ”You don’t torture a weapon. No, you use it to your gain. And as things stand now, you would be wise to keep every useful thing you can gather at your disposal, because powers far beyond your imagination are on the move.” and finally her very smile faded to a complete serious expression. ”And this one here is the very trump card we need. Our chance not to be erased, shall the worst scenario come in to play.” and that was probably enough to lower her anger towards the Masked Saiyan and to spark her interest in what she had knowledge of.
Post by Kamen no Saiyajin on Nov 12, 2017 21:37:10 GMT -5
Like a statue the Masked Saiyajin did not move. Even he was talked about by the both of them his posture remained unchanged, strong arms kept crossed over his chest. The tail Nakiya saw on him hung behind him like nothing more than a dead appendage. This body all but forgot it existed, usually having it rest comfortably around his waist or in other instances it was known to wave and wiggle behind him, but not now. It simply stayed limp, as if it was once a living thing that had died. Perhaps it was dead, in all honesty. Either way, it was clear this Queen of the Demon realm had her own thoughts on the matter, and even as strong as he was he didn't stand a chance should she decide to flex her power and vaporize Kizuki right where he stood. Instead, it looked like the masked one was spared a few more moments of life by his direct superior, the one known as Towa. She was the one who had transcended time and space itself to get to him, took him from his own time and brought him to who knew where. From there he became her entity of destruction, a weapon that would not question its owner in how or when it was used. Some, or really most, would have called what Towa was doing to this man cruel, though in truth it may have been a much more kinder circumstance than what was waiting for him had she not intervened. Without this mask, without this control he would have likely had been damned to acknowledge a failed existence in which he had lost everything, where the deaths of countless people were on his shoulders. Where he walked his wife and son into obliteration. How much of a coward was he? Would he have really favored this over anything else?
As Towa finished her explanation to her niece, both of those heavy arms uncrossed themselves and lowered to his sides. Fingers encased in black gloves curled inward into two fists as the red slits on his mask gave off a faint glow. Once, twice, before going dark once more and the creature took a step forward. The lab was otherwise silent, but the sound of thick boots tapping against the cold ground seemed to echo throughout the place as loud as any voice could. They weren't far from him, but his steps were a bit slower before he finally reached the duo, standing relatively close to them, at least within arm's reach. A jerk reaction occurred, his head jolting to the right a bit before he began to lower himself down. Bending a single knee, it would place itself onto the ground, taking a single knee in front of them. His left arm remained down at his side, while the right came up to cross itself over his chest. Right fist pressed against the left side of his chest as he lowered that hooded head low, making himself as seemingly beneath them both as possible. "Nakiya-sama. I am yours to be used as you see fit. Your weapon. Your shield. Tell me where to go and what to do. My existence is for you to decide, my power is for you to use." His voice finally came forth, from behind the mask it seemed a bit muffled, but also robotic in nature. Deep and monotone, it carried no emotion whatsoever. Even has he pledged his very being to this woman, who otherwise would have likely killed him on sight in any other scenario, nothing seemed sincere about what he was saying, but it also could be seen that he was not lying. In the very least, this bit was programmed into him, or perhaps in whatever state of consciousness he was in, he knew this was what had to be done in order to have some sort of meaning, in order to have purpose anymore.
The once proud Saiyajin warrior, the man who would bow to no man or woman was now on a knee, lowering himself nearly to the same height of a worm. An insect. His left hand pressed against the ground, the right fist still over his heart, which now served only to pump blood throughout his body. If anything was truly cruel about this mask, about this possession, was that Towa had found a way to completely wipe a Saiyajin's pride away. Even at the risk of dying, on death's front door this one would never have been so quick to bend a knee to anyone, ever. He held too much pride back then. Pride that would have seen him dead rather than alive, as he was right now. The same pride that concocted a suicide mission in an attempt to liberate his home.
It was now up to the Queen of Makai on what she would do with this one now. Towa had so generously offered him up to her in this way, and though he was not necessarily of the species she was most fond of, one could not deny their limitless potential and power. Perhaps this was the very thing she needed to secure her long term goals in the future. Many things seemed to be happening all around them, things that threatened the very existence of the universe itself. Whether or not this one would be of any use to her was only to be determined by Nakiya herself. As if he attempted one final time to convince her, that bowed head twitched once more, a spasm once again seemed to erupt from his neck, the robotic tone of his once pride filled voice bled through from behind that mask. "Allow me to be of use to you in order to achieve all that you desire. I will not fail you." Perhaps she didn't need him for any of that, but the in truth it couldn't help to have him at her disposal. He kept himself in his submissive stance, a shameful display to be sure.
Those who had known him before would not have believed it, even if they had seen it with their own eyes. To see Kizuki in this way, to see ANY Saiyajin in this way, bowing to anyone was a disgraceful sight.
Nakiya just scoffed as her aunt moved about her, teasing her about how the saiyans held some sort of power over her through her hatred of them... They wouldn't hold very much power when they were all dead now would they? Saiyan's weren't so easily controlled, and so she knew it was only a matter of time until this one betrayed her and turned on her. It was all nice and good to create a powerful weapon until it was too powerful for even you to control. Like Mira... Though, when she stated that this saiyan was from another timeline that caused Nakiya to stop and raise an eyebrow as she glanced towards the masked saiyan with just as much disgust on her face.
"Another timeline hunh... Don't tell me from our future because I will make sure that the saiyan's don't have one." Nakiya's concept of time was very... simplistic. Knowing nothing of universes and the way time flowed to the extent of her aunt, she expected it to be very linear. Like words written in a tome that couldn't be changed. She thought everything was pre defined, destined to happen in one form or another...
The masked saiyan would finally step forward, and Nakiya would shift her stance into one that would move easily allow her to defend herself. However, instead of an attack the saiyan... bowed? He got down onto one knee, one hand across his chest as he submitted himself to her... His voice was so monotone, almost lifeless as he spoke of his servitude to her and it was safe to say that caught her off guard. Just how powerful was her aunt, truly? to have a saiyan warrior completely under her control like this... were his actions her mind control? Or did the warrior have some semblance of free will?
"Well now, I can't say I mind this at all. You are right, saiyan, you will be completely mind to command and you will do anything I ask of you without question. Failure will end in your head on the floor,any sign of betrayal will end in a fate much worse than death..." She warned him, still not completely used to the idea that this Saiyan warrior was completely submissive to her aunt, and now her will. It was strange and would take some getting used too... She would have to test him out in the very new future before she began to use him for anything else...
Then her aunt said something intriguing and yet worrisome, she quickly looked towards Towa with concern.
"Erased? What do you mean? You know something?" She asked her aunt almost suspiciously. Not of her, but of the kai's as she could only assume something so grand would come from them... So they'd have enough of their 'failed children' and they were going to erase them now were they? What, would the God of Destruction come raining havoc down on them until they could start the universe over? How hypocritical that they could justify the very plan she had been trying to enact for 20 years...
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Towa's smile showed satisfaction when she saw how her timebreaker behaved in front of his soon to be master, it meant the mask was doing its job at keeping his true self nullified. Still, her satisfaction vanished rather quickly when she heard Nakiya talking about wiping the saiyans out again and because of that, Towa didn't bother to answer, but then she asked about the erasure of the universe, Towa sighed and acquired a quite serious expression. "This universe is on the brink of its erasure, unless it can win a Tournament of Power." she revealed with a concerned and somber tone.
Post by Kamen no Saiyajin on Nov 21, 2017 15:10:08 GMT -5
Despite Nakiya's apparent acceptance of this "gift" the masked one felt no sort of emotion either way. No feeling of elation or even sadness at the prospect of being another person's disposable weapon. He didn't care what she felt about him, only that she was willing to use him as she saw fit. That was his purpose at the moment, that was what the mask was embedding into his very core. He remained in his knelt position, even as his "creator" detailed the possible erasure of the entire Universe. Once again, the Saiyajin once known as Kizuki was unmoved by the entire thing. Such news would have surely brought even the most dastardly of villains to their knees in anguish, but not this one. He was incapable.
Instead he kept his humble position, knelt solemnly before his "Queen" on one knee with his head hung low in that submissive stance. If Nakiya was expecting some sort of reaction to any of this out of him she was out of luck. The words were like wind to him, in his state. They came and went, brushing up against him before moving on. It was not in him to react to such things. At least not at the current moment.
Though, the prospect of the entire Universe being erased was nothing to dismiss for those who were not completely emotionless. What could possible be capable of destruction on that type of scale?
No answer from her new weapon, only complete silence from an unmoving brute. Whatever had been done to him was so complete that he seemed incapable of forming his own thoughts on what was happening around him. While she could appreciate the complete subservience programmed into him, it wasn't her style at all. Nakiya personally preferred her creations to have some fort of personality. She found it essential for her own plans to progress, though having one that wouldn't betray her no matter what...
Her thoughts were interrupted when her aunt went on to clarify what she meant by erasure, stating that the whole universe was on the brink of destruction and that only by fighting in this tournament of power could they be saved. She couldn't help but scoff, a laugh escaping her lips as she turned to face the older woman with a devious look in her eyes.
"Is that so? Well then I can only assume those haughty saiyans are all over that tournament then, aren't they? Excellent well that's going to make my machinations a lot easier while they are kept occupied. Without their interference it will be a piece of cake to replace the existing races with my own subservient creations! Aunt Towa, when will this tournament take place? How long do I have to prepare myself for such a massive takeover? This weapon is very well timed, he will have his work cut out for him~" She exclaimed excitedly, elated at the idea of this tournament! It would keep her enemies distracted long enough for her to take over. What else could she do? Sit around and wait, wondering if the universe would be erased? Hell no, she would push back, see her plans through to the end! Let them fight, if they won then they would come back to a galaxy ruled by the Demon Queen, and if they lost? Well then it was an inevitable fate...
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Towa arched one of her brows when Nakiya seemed a bit unfazed by the imminent destruction and that prompt her to chuckle a bit. "Oh, it will be taking place in the coming month. Currently a Saiyan named Cornatto was selected as the leader of the team and he is recruiting people. The tournament itself won't take more than a day, so your window is short, but with my timebreaker, your work shall be easier." then she paused and her expression grew a tad more serious. "Yet... Make sure to work towards increasing the mortal level. Winning the Tournament of Power doesn't mean this universe is safe. It only means it has another hundred years to improve the mortal level." she carefully warned her niece.
Post by Kamen no Saiyajin on Nov 29, 2017 19:23:58 GMT -5
The news still did little to deter or move the masked one, as he remained knelt before his two superiors. Slowly, though, he would come to a stand as it appeared he no longer needed to be in that submissive stance any longer. It seemed that this tournament was just the opening Nakiya was waiting for to go forward with her grand plot for the Universe. Whatever was required of Kizuki he would do without questioning her, that was for certain. It would also give him time to be able to become much more powerful in order to become more beneficial to Nakiya's own needs, as well as her aunt. The limitless potential that this form carried would surely prove useful, with all of it's transforming power as well. Though, Kizuki was not capable of even the "basic" form of a Super Saiyajin. Not yet, anyway. His strength was nearly there, in terms of how much power his body could handle once the form was finally activated. His body wouldn't literally explode from all the surging power, which was perhaps the main reason why not every Saiyajin could attain such a transformation at weaker power levels.
Once that power was unlocked in the Masked Saiyajin his threat level would increase dramatically. That ever rising, ever changing power would rip through the Universe and wreck havoc everywhere he was told to go. He would likely need to attain the first form by the time this Tournament of Power started in order to truly be of use to anyone, especially with all the Goliath sized ki that infested this Universe at the current time. Not just the Saiyajin, which apparently were limited in numbers, but others as well. All capable of wiping Kizuki out in an instant as he was.
Time truly was of the essence.
[ WC: 304 ] [ TWC: 2,576 ] Nakiya Sorry for the shorty and the delay. Have been super busy.
PROFILE THEME Balanced Fighting Tree 5/12 Offensive - 9/12 Support
"A single day hunh..." Nakiya mused to herself out loud, glancing back towards the datapad she had put down upon Towa's arrival and picking it up once more. Her hand would fly across the screen, opening up several files and flipping through them with a light hmmm in her voice as her eyes moved left and right, her mind already going a million miles an hour. So this tournament would be a time for her creations, not her destruction... which meant she needed to either completely replace existing, small worlds, or inhabit multiple vacant ones.
She would scratch the side of her head in mild annoyance... she had multiple laboratories hidden throughout the galaxy, each working on separate species just waiting to be released, but her time was now short. Those she had created would be ready to be released, but there wouldn't be as many as she had hoped until they started to reproduce and she could continue her work. This was going to be a long endeavor, but with the fate of the universe hanging in the balance... how could anyone oppose her.
"Don't worry aunt Towa, while destroying worlds is a wonderful feeling in itself, I want to rule this universe, remember? While I don't have any love for the impure creations currently in the universe... they will remain for the time being, but my creations will be set lose in their societies to take over and build. Each loyal to me. There won't be a single world not under my control." She would boast, a laugh escaping her lips as she enlarged one of the files on her screen, hovering above the image for a moment before pressing down on it. Nothing around them happened, but the transmission wasn't sent to this facility.
"Now... for this... saiyan. I suppose he'll be useful once he's a little bit stronger... He'd get crushed in minutes with the strength I sense from him... here..." With that Nakiya reached down to a panel that was connected to Negi's tank. She would remove a vial that was connected to a set of tubes, the vial only about half full at this point but it was still good enough when it wasn't being used for genetic manipulation. She glanced over to her aunt, showing her the familiar vial of Corrupted water.
"I imagine he can't exactly drink this with that mask, but the corrupted water will help him get even stronger." She stated, ready to inject it into Kizuki if she had too.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Towa chuckled lightly. "Your lifespan is far greater than your enemies', so you don't have to be concerned about that. Use your creations and slowly conquer this universe and they won't even notice before it's too late. she nodded. Then, staring at the Masked Saiyan, she narrowed her eyes a bit. "He was much stronger in the past, but due to my troubles with Mira, I suppressed his power so that it would slowly grow together with our control over him. The cursed water may help, indeed. Feel free, my niece. He is now your soldier. And my work here is done for the time being, but I will be around." and with those words being said, Towa vanished in thin air.
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