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"Well I mean, while I do make quite a lot, I appreciate it." Erite nodded. "And while, hell, personally I don't know how much you people eat, I dig the plan." They grinned, kinda just shovelling food into there mouth by this point, manners where off the tables when she started watching Hasenya eat, and really they couldn't be bothered in the slightest. "Besides, we have much better things to do, such as me seeing what wonderful nicknames tick you off the most, which, you are just giving me more power when you heat up about them, by the way." Erite said smugly, now wiping there face with a napkin.
Erite was surprised but thankful when the Sayian brought up the pod, and hell even offered it to them if they really needed, Hasenya may of been a bit emotional and maybe not the sharpest knife in the draw but she seemed nice enough as a person, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind or stand up for what she believed, and the smaller Elemi could respect that lots. "Well, it's nice to know if I do start dying, a backup plan is in hand." She laughed, attempting to throw her napkin in the bin from afar, just missing the shot. "...Nearly had that."
"For someone who doesn't seem to do that much fighting you talk pretty lightly about dying. Do you get hurt often?" Hasenya arched a brow in question. It wasn't too hard for her to imagine Erite getting picked on since- well, small people are just kinda prime targets for that, and Hasenya is among that category. Lets be fair though, small or no she just kinda makes it way too easy. Point is, Erite being picked on isn't something that Hasenya would have trouble fixing. Maybe she could have a bit of fun just sort of being a bodyguard for the little idol- what could possibly go wrong? "For Saiyans it's just kinda something you're better prepared for. It isn't supposed to be sad or anything, it's just a.. uh, precautionary measure? I don't know that many big words but I can try. I wanna be able to keep up the next time you start talking all smart." Hasenya added, poking a bit of fun herself.
Looking over at that bit of trash on the floor from Erite's failed toss made Hasenya really want to just.. burn it. It'd be so easy to do it, but then showing herself off as a fire Elemi would open her up for even moreteasing. She huffed and shook her head, looking back to Erite. "Let some worker get it, they're being paid, after all." She shrugged.
"Weelll..." Erite started, laughing sheepishly. "My job admittedly comes with like, a few creeps, like, really questionable creeps, no one straight out tries to like, kill me maybe? But being harmed is possible, though it more just weirdos asking for locks of hair or smelling my clothes more then anything. But that's like, outta the huge chunk of my fan base who are very loving and kind people, there's a very small amount of werid folk, but that's just how it works in my business." She shrugged, twirling there hair. "Not saying I'm happy about death or whatever but, you see shit when people send you fanmail that are just dead rats, you either get used to it or quick, that simple."
Erite would take a big sip from her untouched coke, tapping the side of it. "And I guess yeah, it is there job, just I was a faster food worker at one point, kinda feel for them ya know? When you where the little guy at one point, you kinda understand what's it's like for them." Erite explained. "But yeah no, I'm lazy and can't be be bothered for once, they can do it." Erite laughed, putting the soda down.
Hasenya was very distinctly reminded of her own father there, for a brief second. She gripped the edge of the table and shook her head- those were bad thoughts, a dark path for her head to go that she swore to never touch again. "I can't believe creeps like that even fucking exist. It makes me sick." The pinkette growled, obviously a tad too passionate about the subject. "Don't tell me that's just how it works- that's a loud of crap. That's like.. Some Stockholm Syndrome bullshit. You're not some fuckin' object they can just mess with, you're a person. Kai's fucking.. dammit." She grumbled and swore the more heated she got. While perfectly understandable, she didn't want to scare Erite away or something.
"We live in an age where fighters are in high demand. Work your own hours, name your salary.. Why aren't more people giving it a go, I wonder? There are so many teachers who do their job without pay. They just like the social aspect of it." Hasenya sighed and shook her head. "I know some people just don't want to fight.. But isn't it better than working in this dump? Maybe I can't really sympathize, I was sort of raised into the whole martial arts business. But I like punching things so I can't say I'm too interested in seeing what a more mundane lifestyle is like. But if they hate their jobs so much, why keep doing it?"
"Yeah, it's, it's not great, most of the time there just normal humans and I can defend myself but, I just make the situation bigger then it needs to be, and I can't really use the excuse of removing someone's head from the body because "he looked at creepily" it won't really well for me, and you know the media would be all over that shit." They laughed. Personally Erite is just wasn't worth making a big deal of such things, they knew it was something to be taken more seriously, but at the end of the day, Erite had an image to uphold.
"And, well hell, some people just can't fight Hasenya, some might have medical issues or disabilities, some might have personal reasons and well, realistically, not everyone has the time or money to spend training. People have families to deal with, mouths to feed, which is pretty hard to do when there dead because they thought they stood change aginst a super sayian." Erite frowned, taking another sip form their can. "Like, fighting can be good, but it can get pretty dangerous and some people just can't reach such high levels certain other aliens can, imagine trying to be a human, imagine how hard you'd to work to reach a reasonable power level compared to like, a kold demon or whatever."
"This whole image upholding nonsense is a load of shit if it means you have to suffer through.. that." Hasenya hissed. She didn't like the sound of this idol business one bit. "How the hell can something as simple and fun as dancin' and singin' around on stage be so messed up? Erite, you really should be a little more vocal at least when someone's freaking you out. Tell a cop, tell somebody- anybody but me if you're so worried about someone getting their ass beat. I'll ruin my image for you any day, though it's not like I got one to begin with. I'd just like an excuse to beat a creep into a pulp." She was really pushing it. When it came down to the blunt basics it shouldn't have been her problem, but Hasenya only existed because creepiness like that was allowed to go on. It felt personal even if it really wasn't.
It was kind of really funny though, the more she thought about it. "Y'know, I gotta apologize. I cheated you in a contest, had you buy me food, and now I'm trying to tell you how to run your business. S'pose the least I can do is let you pick on me a bit." Hasenya snickered and stood up from their seat."..None of that Pinkie shit, though." They grumbled while stretching their arms up over their head. "This place smells terrible, let's go find a park or something, yeah? Much better- little more private even if it's in the open, too. Better place to talk about all this real shit."
"Yeah, it's pretty shitty, I know but sometimes that's just how things work." Erite shrugged. "The singing and darning is the easy part, is just as someone who has been a an obnoxious fan at one point, I understand the need and want to just, well infatuate yourself with your favourite idol or hero." They said, finally finishing there drink off. "Mind you I stop being sympathetic when it stops being a stupid naive teen girl whose just getting just a bit two close and starts being like, full grown adult ass men, that's when I get mad, and that's when I start to question whether or not I'll be facebreaking that night." She said calmly, but her tone was cold and filled with a slight amount of anger.
Her tone changed as Hysenya brought up all the food, and the contest 'n' stuff, and she just shook her head. "Well, I mean nice it's actually to see someone who, feels so strongly about this shit? And seems to actually think I may be a person? It's.. Heartwarming? I guess in a way.." She snorted softly. She couldn't help but agree more when Hysenya mentioned wanting to leave. "Oh god yeah, it was actually getting a bit cramped and like, hot in here, park sounds nice anyways? Maybe the beach even? Just somewhere more open really.."
"I do feel really strongly, you're right about that.. But bitching about it won't really fix it, huh?" Hasenya shrugged. "I don't want to butt in on your business, but I won't be able to really help it. If I see a creep like that I'm probably gonna bite his or her face off. I just can't sit down for that type of thing- I don't have that sort of chill." She ended jokingly with a grin. Of course, she was being serious about biting some faces off, but she could soften things up a bit by pitching a stupid joke in there. "Beach, park.. Doesn't matter to me. You know places a lot better than me, I'll bet. You sure you wanna go to a beach all dressed up in a coat, though?"
Hasenya didn't seem to mind that slight anger, she found it to be more appealing than anything else really. Erite might not get as heated as easily as her but it felt nice to have another person who could agree with her about these things. "For the record though.. Earthlings are not weak. You shouldn't underestimate them, even if they can be stupid. They're at least smarter than your average grunt of a Kingdom or Alliance Saiyan, and sometimes that's the only edge they need in a fight. It's not all about brawn. My mom fought a really, really strong human once, and she's basically a frickin'.. a god!"
She made a motion with a tilt of her head towards the door and waved for Erite to follow. "We can talk about that while we walk though, gotta let all that food digest."
"I can always take the jacket off." They laughed. "Besides the beaches can get pretty cold at night around here anyways, but, the view is beautiful, with all the stars, the breeze is wonderful and the and sometimes you can find some nice shells, it's simple but relaxing. I just, really hate the sand sometimes, just gotta make sure you take your shoes off!" They smiled, starting to follow Hasenya outside into the cool, cold air.
"Well, I don't mean every human, but, most humans don't tend to be ripped, I'm sure they are exceptions to the rules and there are humans who can probably smash my head into the ground, just, most humans don't tend to." They nodded. "Just, I feel strong human warriors aren't as common as you'd get with maybe a Sayain or something, and humans being built weaker by default compared to the average Sayian they'd have to work much harder to get there. But, maybe that's a challenge a human might want in life, I don't know, I don't every human individually and yeah, it was kinda silly of me to assume honestly." Erite admitted, moving there mask into place, there mouth now covered as they walked alongside Hasenya.
"I just don't wear shoes. Don't see the point." Hasenya explained briefly, shrugging. "Yeah.. Sand is stupid cold at night. Worse when it's all wet and soggy, eugh." The pinketted shuddered just thinking about it. It wasn't the best feeling she could imagine getting between her toes. "Can't imagine you hate the water, given it's your element. Too cold and.. wet for my tastes, though. Is wet the word I want? I might just be salty I can't swim worth shit." They turned their gaze slightly upwards while they thought about it. Wasn't exactly smart to be doing that while roaming around, but then one had to ask themselves if they could really see Hasenya giving a single care about bumping into something- or someone, whichever came first.
"Listen, strength as great as mine doesn't come from me being a Saiyan. I wasn't given everything I had- I had to work for it, and having done that I can say with confidence that anyone can do the same. You, me- the family man with like three different disabilities. All it takes is hard work, there's no prerequisite miracle gene that makes you automatically the best ever. Some people might get advantages, but those advantages mean nothing when you come up against people who have been through as much as someone like my mom. She definitely wasn't born that way, and she definitely can't attribute her power to the fact she's a Saiyan. She worked real hard and I hope I can be as strong as her someday, but- like I said, and it's pretty much my main point: You gotta work for it. Nothing can stop you other than yourself, or I guess being brain dead."
She still didn't seem to get the concept of disabilities, but she meant well. Her intentions seemed to be to encourage rather than to force, at least. They knew they couldn't force someone to do anything but at the very least she could hype them up. And low-key she was still dropping hints to get Erite to let her train them. It would be an interesting experiment to see if someone without a lick of Saiyan in them could get off a good solid galick gun, but she wouldn't just hand it to them- nah, they'd get the full course and every little butt kicking it would entail. Of course she was just as happy to have someone to talk to other than her family for once, so she wouldn't go pushing for it.
"You'll take off the jacket but not the mask? You're silly, you know that? Why you even wearing that thing anyway?"
Erite would nod at Hasenya for her distaste in water, it was fair enough, and guessing from that, she wondered if Hasenya's element was something such as fire. "I wear shoes cause, kinda need to, I don't think my manger would be very happy if I showed up with my smelly feet at a show, out for the world to see." She joked, shoving her hands in her pockets. "And yeah, ya kinda hit the nail on the head with the water Elemi thing, though, I can still be rather picky at what kinda temps when it comes to the beach, and while I can swim, salt water is the fucking worse, and I'd rather much prefer fresh water to this stuff, but, sometimes it's just to check your feet into. We don't have to go near if ya want through, can just walk on the more drier parts of land." Erite offered, starting to walk away from the shopping centre, and into the streets.
"I mean, you do have a lotta good points with all this strength stuff yeah, you just gotta work for it at the end of the." Erite yawned, looking up at the streetlights around them, I'd gotten pretty late already, geez, where had the time gone? "And If I'm honest I should probably start getting into better shape myself ya know? Maybe start some classes in like... Something.." They trailed off. "Fuck, I'll get around to it sooner or later." They shrugged.
"And for your information, the mask is like! ...It's just a selling tactic? Basically the point is no one knows what my actual face looks like, so branding and advertising is a lot easier to do if all people can do is recognise me by the mask." Erite explained, while not straight out lying, they weren't telling all of the truth either, some of which they felt was to personal to let it out just yet.
"You wanna learn from me? Personally, I would invite an extra excuse to hang out with you." Hasenya grinned at Erite, likely drawing attention to her teeth again. "Bet you wouldn't find a better teacher on this big ball a' dirt, and I like to think I would be a little, ah.. oh, who am I kidding. My mom is probably a better teacher than me, but she's all the way back on Yasai." It was true, her mom was pretty rad. At the rate she was growing she would be back to her old power in no time.. With no need for artificial enhancements from Excalibur, either! Wouldn't hurt to have that back under her belt though, except she would rather not have Erite questioning why this random pink monkey has got a big gold bejeweled clusterfuck of a king's sword on her back.
"Really? I happen to think that pretty face of yours would sell better than some old wooden thing. But hey, I'm not in your demographic, obviously. I sound like I'm flirting but I mean it, you look nice. I'm not gonna force you to take it off, just figure I'd share what I think, yeah?" Hasenya shrugged. It was late, yeah, but Hasenya and sleep weren't exactly on the best terms. She didn't even feel exhausted yet. "We can do whatever you like, really. As long as I don't have to swim I'm perfectly content."
It might be wise for her to mention she's got no clue where this beach is supposed to be, but she was sort of on a roll with talking. It was just really nice to be able to speak casually, but that's old news by now. Erite was just really pleasant to have conversations with. "Say, if you're an Elemi, can you like.. Become your element? I know not all Elemi can but I'm sort of curious how rare the ability is."
"I'd think I wouldn't mind learning from, you clearly must have some idea of what your doing if you've gotten this far, besides it's not like I'll be missing much if I choose to maybe like go on a break for a while off my career, maybe spend a few months or whatever doing some excise or training, just, something healthily to ya know?" Erite shrugged, continuing to walk down the streets as they came to a more, open area, the city lights fading behind her and Hasenya.
Erite would blush a little bit at that complement, but the mask was covering everything up thankfully, so they still kept there body language casual as possible. "Yeah nah, I get what your getting at, but like, I guess people like self protecting whatever they went into me this way? All they know is that I have blue hair and a nice voice, everything else is for them to choose, it's like Darth Punk or something, cool and mysterious." They grinned. "...Also, it's kinda grown on me I guess? And it also means fuckers such as paparazzi or whatever-have-you can go fuck themselves cause they never really know what I look like." They smirked.
As the two came to a more sandy, dusty area, a large amount of sea and sand could be spotted in the distance as they started coming down near the beach. "Um, to a small, certain degree? Being like, 1/4, If I just like, chill out in water long enough my hair becomes all fluidly and skin a bit more, well soft and moist. So like, the genetics are there, just as not as strong, I can show you if you like!" They smiled. "It's actually rather relaxing for me, and I really don't care about getting stuff wet, well, okay, maybe the jacket." They admitted, taking the coat off and watching it around there waist for now.
"I was only here on a very short vacation.. But I'll make the time to whip you into shape." Hasenya assured with a thumbs up. They weren't thinking Tomina would come hunting them down eventually, they were gonna be in for a real surprise in that line of thinking though. "You'll definitely be exercising a lot. Just don't go hating me if I make you break a sweat, eh? I'm not exactly gonna be super gentle- but I do know what mercy is, so you won't go passing out on me. Unless you wanna be pushed that hard?" Hasenya really couldn't see herself being that harsh, but it wasn't like she didn't have the heart for it.
"Just change your hair color and take the mask off, goof ball. It's what I do to fit in with Saiyans- hold up." She held a finger up and inhaled deeply, and then like a splash of ink bleeding across a sheet of paper, she went from a pinkette to a perfect Saiyan brunette- with the deep brown eye color to match it. "See? If I can do it, so can you. You're way better at the shapeshifting thing than me." And by the time she had finished talking, she was back to her original hair and eye color.
"You're a water Elemi, just like.. suck the water out, I dunno. Hell, I can just hold it for you." Hasenya shrugged, holding an arm out for the coat. "I won't be going into the water if I can help it so your coat is safe with me. Like how you're worried about the coat and not the paint on your mask though- how you planning to keep it attached to your face, eh?" Hasenya poked fun. It was like that first glimpse just wasn't enough- but you know what they say about curiosity.
"If you can do that bit with the hair and skin naturally, then you can learn the rest on your own. I don't imagine being water would be the most comfortable thing in the world, though."
"I expect to be ripped by the end of this, or, I wanted a refund." Erite joked. "Like, so shredded I might even grow an ich or two!" They barked, snarking at the sad fact with all the shapeshifting in the world, they true form would always be around 4'8". "And don't go easy on me! Or whatever, cause like I ain't getting anywhere If I am actively dying, just gotta keep pushing or whatever." While Erite tired to sound, like, they where excited for this, there tone a bit, well, unenthusiastic for it. Generally speaking Erite's main thing had always been trickery and magic and mirrors, none of this hand to hand shit, would Erite even last a good single day? Fuck..
"Yeah, shapeshifting is what I tend to do when I want escape for a few weeks or so, but I tend to steal other peoples IDs if anything, funner to impersonate humans, just gotta keep the PL down, well, most of the time." They smirked.
"...You got a point." Erite admitted, taking both the mask and coat off and just dumped it all on Hasenya. If this had been anyone else, and not at night, Erite probably woulda not bothered but, tonight was a night of fun, so, who cared? Yeah, yeah. Erite would continue to walk down, now feeling sand aginst there shoes only to take them off, letting it get in between there toes.
As they'd get closer to the water, they'd just start to dip their feet in, starting at the ocean in front of them.. Tonight was a nice night...
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