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Most days Erite would admit to causing trouble here and there, but for once, they weren't and for once, they where actually just trying to get a drink, but to be frank, the bartender wasn't buying it, not one bit. "Mx," The old man started, staring the small, odd mask-wearing adult down. "Without any proper form of ID, I cannot offer you a drink." He said, hand running through his choppy, grey hair. Erite just snarled at him. "I will have you know I am, by human, earth, standards, of legally drinking age." They frowned.
"...Then can I see some actual ID, Mx?"
"That is my ID!"
The poor old man would just give them a tired look, Erite had been trying this for a good seven minutes. After a long day of messing with people and questionable scams, Erite though to just stop, and have a nice drink, at the local tavern. But no, no see the one time they didn't bother to bring any form of ID, it backfired, it backfired big time.
"Mx I'm sorry but I cannot accept a piece of paper written in Sharpie as a an actual form of identification." He repeated, probably wondering what point in life he screwed up to deserve this now.
"Wait, wait, wait lemme guess this is a racial thing isn't it?" Erite would start, titling there head as they sat on the stool. The poor old bartender would just blink. "I am part Konatsian , I have nothing against other races, can we please not start a scene." He was raising his voice by this point, getting real sick. Erite was secretly smirking under the mask by this point, they make of been annoyed, he seemed in a more worse state of mind then them. "No, no I will make a scene and I will make it big until I get my drink!"
That had been in fact the last thing Erite said before being kicked out into the street, grumbling to themselves under the fox mask as they dusted themselves off. They where now in the cold, open night, the stars mostly been blocked out by the bright touches surrounding the town. "..His drinks probably sucked anyway." They laughed under there breath, taking a seat on a cold pavement bench, wondering if it could get any worse tonight.
Hasenya's night meanwhile was only just beginning. And thus far she was having a blast entertaining herself with the many ventilation systems, smokestacks, and chimneys all throughout this more urban area. Not only did smokestacks and chimneys make great source of "sustenance" in a pinch, but they and ventilation systems made for incredibly good hiding spots. Being able to transfer one's own solid state of being into that of a gaseous or plasma state made it so very easy to get away with things, from petty theft to regular old childish pranks. The process of becoming a gas or plasma was probably a lot more elaborate sounding on paper, but for Hasenya it happened in a mere instant and all she would have to do is think about it. The most fun part about it was entering through the bottom of a building just to come rocketing out the top in an epic display of re-materializing herself into a solid state with smoke and pink embers trailing behind her, with the faintest hints of rose pink plasma. It gave her one hell of a speed boost too, seeing as she was pretty light even in a solid and corporeal state.
Doing this sort of thing must have been illegal as heck, but damned if you would find Hasenya giving a single care about Earth and it's laws. She never did give in to authority very well, and she wasn't about to start now. At least by some miracle-- and a whole lot of sparring with Tomina, she had most of her bad habits literally and figuratively beaten from her. That is, the one's that were effecting her physical and mental health so poorly in the two years prior. She was likely always going to be a little shit by her very nature. She perched onto a rooftop to take a little bit of a break, and to let the cold fresh air fill her lungs. Overusing her abilities as an Elemi could get her a little heated, and she would rather avoid the negatives of that if she could help it while away from people who would know how to help. Her break would be interrupted though as she picked up on what sounded like raised, muffled voices. Probably from inside the building she was perched up on like the gremlin bird she was, but she wouldn't really know for sure until she'd look down to see some blue-haired person being punt out of the front door.
The hybrid narrowed her eyes and chose to just sort of.. watch this person for awhile. They had a weird Ki unlike anything she had felt before, and given how paranoid she was about threats to the universe, she had to be sure she hadn't accidentally gone and stumbled across some kind of big baddie. They didn't feel strong enough from a distance, but Hasenya knew more than just better to make that kind of assumption. When they would take a seat on the bench, Hasenya would lean forward and allow herself to drop, sticking her tail out behind her while coming down. One convenient flagpole jutting out from the wall and a careful movement later, Hasenya was pretty much dangling from the wall above Erite- not directly above, but an outside perspective would find it way too hard to miss that bright rose pink just dangling above Erite's blue.
"Gh-" The much smaller figure gave a small frown, jumping a bit, just a bit. They looked up, the mask making thing a bit hard to see, but not hard enough to spy the seemly rather odd, pink-haired girl, hanging from the wall above them. They titled there head to the side. And who the hell was this? "Well, usually don't take opinions from bootlegged spidermen, but maybe I'll humour you." They snorted, wondering what she was even doing up there. "Though, human liquids are pretty okay, I guess, not any better then what I tasted, not like every other species is known for there amazing alcoholic drinks. Call me up when those Sayians have gotten good at that wine making." They said snicker, legs dangling off the bunch.
"Also, I ask you what your even doing up there, but, then we could also collectively ask why the manlet sitting on a bench is wearing a fox mask, so many questions, so little answer..." They sighed jokingly, readjusting the mask they spoke through.
"You have a name by the way? If I'm going to ask advice from ya spider on the wall, would you give me your name?" They asked, scratching there head. "Mines Erite, just got kicked off some pub behind me, apparently I don't look old enough to be severed anything, which is bullshit considering he didn't even know what I look like under the mask, I might be small but I ain't a fucking child." They laughed, hiding there anger behind it. "Not my fault that bucko doesn't accept ID's written in Sharpie." They shrugged.
"You would have to go out into space to get the real good stuff. Maybe you should've bought a ship instead of a mask?" Hasenya joked, pointing right at Erite's aforementioned accessory. "And for the record, Saiyan drinks might not taste great but you gotta remember what Saiyans are.. It takes a lot to get them drunk, so sacrifices gotta be made." She grinned, just sort of swinging back and forth using her tail idly. "And if you're drinking for the flavor of the drink, are you really drinking? Maybe a soda would be more your speed." They added teasingly and then let themselves drop to the ground.
"It's Hasenya, and I know- I watched. Have you tried paying some desperate old dude some cash to grab your drinks for you? Or did you just feel like giving the owner some hell?" They asked while taking a seat on the bench without so much as a warning. "And of course they don't, they're Earthlings. ID checks, pat downs, bag checks, background checks- everyone on this planet is way too strung up, there's no one that has any idea of how to have any fun." Hasenya huffed, remembering some of her own troubles trying to sort of.. coexist. There was Lamashtu, but- Hasenya just preferred not to think about them, or the dark place that she was in around that time. "If it's advice you're looking for then I'll just give it to ya straight. Try getting off this rock and going for a joy ride. It's a big universe, don't get stuck here." Kais, she was starting to sound like her mom.
"I will have you know this mask a family heirloom and has been passed down from generation to generation!" They started in the most offended voice they could muster. "And by that, I mean I brought down at the two dollar store so I could pull of dumb shit without any consequences to my actions." They fully admitted. "It's amazing what fun stuff you pull on humans with just a mask and a ability in shapeshifting, for example, stressing out an old man cause he won't let a eleven old lookin' citizen have a drink." They said smugly, smiling under the fox mask, taking a note of her tail as it swayed, she was most probably part Saiyan, yeah?
"And though while I could dumb this place, humans aren't that bad, anyways I can give to much flack to my own race, or like, part of my own race, I's complex I'm a mess of thing - besides I actually make a living here, sooo." They said shrugging. "I make music, good music, and it sells for a alright amount so until I actually get off my ass and be bothered, earth is alright, it's not great but, there could be worse." They explained.
"And now, you could say "But Erite's that really lazy for you!" and yes, yes it is, but I'm also the same person who steals tater sauce packets from food chains when there not looking and I say it's bold of you to assume I was anything else but a lazy asshole in the first place." They rambled.
"That mask is about as much of a family heirloom as a bug caught in my tail is. Why'd you even buy something so cheap? Ya coulda' stole something nice from a museum or something, miss- mister? I can't tell with you shapeshifters." Hasenya shrugged, mostly giving Erite shit because- well, it was just fun. Hasenya wasn't the type of person to think she needed a good reason to do these kinds of things. Most of this would be an excuse later to probably do something really stupid.
"Never said they were necessarily bad.. Jus' terribly boring. When you say you make a decent living you sound like you've given up or somethin', it's real depressing. Don't you wanna have real fun?" Hasenya leaned forward and pointed towards the pub. "'stead of shapeshifting into a little punk you could've snuck in there as a cat and started knocking shit over, dipping between peoples' legs.. Or are ya scared of getting in trouble?" Hasenya challenged. They didn't really have an accent, though the way they talked it was more plain to tell that they'd been around a good bit. Usually they kept it in check because it made them sound like a certain someone that she would refuse to name, but this Erite was a brand new face and she had no fear that they'd make that connection.
"Hey that isn't lazy, that's just exploiting the fact some idiot isn't watching their property very well. Can't you do better than sauce packets though?"
"Gender is just about as important as the mask." They snickered tapping it. "Who knows and quite frankly, who cares? Though while I'm not picky with pronouns, rather nothing male referring but go Hog Wild." They explained, tilting there head as Hasenya began to explain the rather various acts of tricky deeds they could pull. While Erite understood what she was getting at, but Erite had there own reasons for doing what they did.
"I wanna cause trouble, not go to jail, I can see why you'd see it as a bit boring but, I do have some form of reputation to keep up, and while all the masks and different forms do help, there not always going to protect me if someone manages to pick up on my shtick, and my music starts going to shit, there's only so many times I can get away with big crimes before someone catches on." They shrug, scratching the back of their ear. "But hey, that's just my Hot Take, do whatever you want with that information."
"Though I will give you credit where it's due, you do seem to have a very good idea of what fun and is, and I can myself can dig it, and you know what? I will take up an offer of anything crazy enough you can think of. Prove to ya I'm more then person who just steals sauce packets, I chicken out, you can call me whatever you want, I do it... Uh.."
"...I have no idea but I will still have some form of superiority over from which I can laugh." They joked.
"While I agree with ya, I quite enjoy being at least somewhat feminine. I know I don't exactly come off as classy or helpless or whatever." Hasenya sort of proved their point when they brushed a hand over the bottom of one of their bare feet. "Or mannerly, Kais I hate that stupid fucking word." The pinkette wrinkled her nose and made a face, letting out an irritated huff. The topic of gender norms got her weirdly riled up, and not in a very fun way.
"You only go to jail if you get caught. Are you saying you can't beat back a couple of Earthling rent-a-cops? You can't possibly be telling me that you've got as much guts as you say without a good right hook to back it all up." Hasenya was both offended and concerned- Erite looked like a real pipsqueak but she didn't think they actually were, and she didn't like the idea of someone bigger and meaner than them taking advantage of that fact.
That did give her quite the idea though. A grin spread across the Elemi's face, one that spoke of some crazy idea that she was instantly set on, even if it might've been really stupid. "Alright, you did say anything, and if you can't deck a cop or two then I'm just gonna have to whip you into shape, aren't I? Unless you're already scared, that is."
"Genders norms can suck my ass, I am a genderless fucking clusterfuck of multiple things, and really who cares?" They laughed."I don't think most fighters care about what pronouns of the person their punching the shit outta anyways."
"Speaking of face punching, decking cops, can work." They would admit, tapping the side of there mask. "And that doesn't seem to jump straight to murder which is good." They laugh. "...And like, yeah I wouldn't really call myself anything big or powerful but, I can probably take some fucking dumbass human cops on, there easy as shit, just not fond of the consequences..." They muttered.
"But, a deal is a deal Pinke, and I am a man... Woman.. A, person of my words, so, cop punching it would." They agreed. "But you gotta help me fine some cops cause I'm lazy and don't tend to seek trouble out as much as you seem to do Sparky." They blabbered, continuing with the nicknames.
"And hell, maybe, if you really outdo me, I'll take the mask off." They'd be winking if Hasenya could ever seen it as erite stood up, stretching. Tonight was going to be wild, Erite was sure about that, they just didn't know how wild.
"No no no, I'm not gonna make it that easy on you, little mx Idol." Hasenya shook her head, standing up just as soon as Erite did. "Punching a cop and booking it? Pointless, really. Nuh uh, you're gonna punch something a whole lot scarier than a cop." She was wondering if Erite might realize it themselves or if Hasenya would have to make it obvious. "Why would I wanna see what's under your mask, eh? You got something secret under there or are you just fishing for my attention?" She teased with a laugh.
Picking on each other aside.. Though make no mistake, she would think of something real clever to get back at Erite for calling her 'Sparky'- she had to make it sound simple, but then make it really difficult. It would only be amusing if she could manage to frustrate the other hybrid with her nonsense. She had a pretty solid idea of how to make it difficult, but she would need to put a handicap on herself to at least make it somewhat fair.
Hasenya scratched her head, tilting her head back sort of and humming to herself. "Tell you what, if you can hit me just once- even if just barely.. Well, you can name your own winning. But if you can't hit me then you've got to let me train you until I'm satisfied with your ability to really punch a cop."
"There's a face under the mask, but the thing is, no one has ever seen apart from a few people, that's what makes the mask gimmick so fun, who the fuck am I? Who knows." They shrugged. "It frustrates others and makes me laugh."
When it began to dawn on Erite that she wouldn't be punch any old cop, as Hasenya started to talk, they freezed for a moment. "..Okay, yeah, sure." Erite laughed, but seemly hid a paused breath under a laugh. "You shouldn't be that hard to hit ya, yeah? And not near the face, I promise, wouldn't wanna such a pretty one, after all, right?" She smiled under the mask, her calm tone making it unsure if it where a joke or some form of flirting.
This can't be that hard right? It's not like it should be that hard to hit this random, pretty girl who is probably a letting a lot more on then she seems. This is fine, Erite is fine. She'd take a few steps back from Hasenya a bit, cracking her neck side to side as she prepared.
When Erite felt they where a good enough length away, they'd attempt to run at Hasenya, trying to punch her in the stomach.
Hasenya extended an open palm, catching Erite's fist and closing her fingers tightly around it. "And you think your face is some sacred national treasure or something, eh?" Hasenya flashed a grin, letting her two rows of sharp teeth show just to add an extra attempted intimidation factor. Maybe it was her Saiyan blood showing, or maybe Erite had flipped a switch in her- but this was real fun. At least for her it was. "I think your just lookin' for attention, personally.. Fortunately for you, you've got mine." She let go and took a step back, putting her hands behind her back and taunting Erite with a smile.
"Call me whatever you like, I'll believe it when you can actually hit me.. Maybe." She chuckled. "I'll even add handicaps the more times you fail to hit me- like now, I won't use my hands. Isn't that neato? You can try as many times as you like, just tell me when you're ready to give up." The hybrid opened her stance up again, her gaze fixed on the other. For once it felt really nice to be the one dishing out the training rather than receiving it. Plus, she got a lot of entertainment out of it, whether she won or lost.
"You aren't gonna get anywhere with those baby punches. Swing at me like you really want to hit me. Hell, get angry! It'll make for a good laugh." She really did take after her mother when it came down to talking shit. It was honestly a little bit scary to her, when she thought about it.
"Ah." Was the only noise Erite made as she was catch my Hasenya, as expected, she was letting on a lot more then she new. "Well, ya know what, I will keep trying? Cuz I may part water Elemi but I am 100%, pure, untouched, spite my good friend." She laughed hard through the mask.
"Even if you care clearly just messing with me for shits 'n' giggles I will humour you and your huge ass power level." Erite would smile. "Or, whatever the fuck you got going on with this massive leap of power you got glowing around ya, fuck if I know how power levels work, they can be complete fuckery by this point."
"No hands you say?" They smirked, head titled. "Aren't I luckily, maybe If I wish hard enough I'll hit the dust that follow your shadow." She joked as she started to take a few steps back, readying herself agian for another launch. This time she'd maybe try then just a hit, maybe a kick? Oh maybe, yes, a kick to spice up Erite's magical failure. Well, Erite wouldn't mind losing this one anyways, she was, cute, they'd admit, and Hasenya had a good sense of humour, something else Erite was taking a liking two.
She'd rearrange her mask before launching herself at the larger figure agian, an attempted punch then kick followed after it.
Hasenya liked that attitude a lot- maybe a little too much. Just enough to make the pinkette giggle. "It's not any real fun if you can call my bluff.. I'm impressed you could even feel my energy though." Hasenya huffed and this time she merely stood still when Erite launched themselves at her again. She would grunt upon being hit in the gut, but other than that she was perfectly fine- at least physically. There was no attempt to dodge or even block, and she figured that was no fun but neither was letting Erite just swing at her for hours. If they didn't know why they couldn't hit her, things might be different, but Hasenya had underestimated them and she could admit that.
"Guess I should apologize for thinking you were a pipsqueak.. Ya might not be as strong as me, but I'm sure you could deck any old Earth cop. If I'd known you were an Elemi I might've been a little harsher with my challenge though. Still, you won." Hasenya shrugged, though she was interested to see what sort of strange winning condition Erite would think up, if any at all. This was her assuming that she would take the free win.
Knowing Erite was a water Elemi was a bit concerning- the water bit, specifically. Finding more Elemi was always an awesome thing, but she wasn't looking to have any kinda stupid elemental weakness exploited. For now she would neglect to mention that she herself was a fire Elemi.
Erite would blink for a second, pausing, oh, oh they'd won? Oh, yes, they'd won! They guess? It still felt, weird thought. "Huh, while I guess I won, morally? Still, tehconally, I didn't hit you, so I kinda feel this is, maybe a neutral, state?" They pondered. "Hm, let's just say it was a draw, okay? Cause.." They smiled, hands on the fox mask.
Under the cheap, wooden plate of dried paint was pretty, feminine features, big yellow eyes and a slim, yet charming smirk. "It feels more fair this way, yeah? We both win, besides." They would pull something outta there pocket, a small and thin card, Erite's buniness card. They walked closer to Hasenya, while clearly smaller then her, they still could reach her right hand, which they opened and placed the small bit of thin plastic into.
"You seem interesting, I'd love to get to know you, okay? Call me whenever ya want, just ignore the whole business side of the number, you get a hard pass from me when it comes down to it." They smiled, laughing."Anyways, after all this shit... I'm kinda getting hungry..."
"Hey, would ya like to go get a snack or something, foods all on me, so god wild."
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