Chapter 12: A change...
~ Baby's Pov, A day later ~
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"HARGH!!!!" This... There's definitely a huge difference!
My body felt far more active! To think those skills would've changed me this much! His memories, talent and abilities were mine and more... Just the way how I think now feels as if it went through a monumental metamorphosis!
Status!
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Name: Michael Murphey | Baby
Race: Bio Android parasite / Tuffle
Height: 165.8 cm ⇛ 170 cm (Max)
Power Level: 91,106.0 ⇛ 205,231.2
Ki Enhanced: 205,231.2 × 5.4 = 1,108,248.5
Potential: 37.43 ⇛ 79.2
Latent Potential: 53.1 ⇛ 92.8
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"Talk about a change..."
My power had more than doubled, and my enhanced Ki was astronomically higher—now easily surpassing a million. My potential had skyrocketed, and the latent power now brewing within me was almost hard to fathom...
Still...
My height, I think I've hit my biological max... Interesting, but wasn't baby Vegeta close to 6'4 in the original series? That's real interesting... But, I was stronger, so I won't make much of a fuss.
Taking some time, I flexed my fingers, feeling the refined precision in every movement now. My senses were much sharper than ever—I could hear the faintest rustle of air, sense the faintest ki fluctuations, and process it all in an instant. Even my reflexes felt impossibly quick, like my body could react before my mind even registered the need to move.
But there was one drawback.
"I'll need time to get used to this," I admitted, glancing at my hands as they trembled faintly. The raw power I'd gained was overwhelming, and the drastic leap in my abilities made my movements feel... a little, off. Sloppy, even.
Still, I wasn't too worried. With my current potential, I doubted it would take me more than a few hours to adjust. A grin spread across my face as I clenched my fist, feeling the energy slowly condense and stabilize within me...
Still, what should I even do now? I had practically taken everything I needed from the strongest on this part of the planet... The next step would logically be the Saiyans... But, I didn't know how I would go about that. Were they evil? If so, I would have no moral issues in ending them, but if they were good, that would be another ball game entirely.
This would take some time getting used to. For now, I might as well just work on that special move of mine and up my Ki control...
~ Omniscient Pov ~
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"HA! HA!" Rei shouted, her voice carrying over the barren training grounds.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Two massive shockwaves rippled through the air as her fists collided with the reinforced training dummies, sending cracks spiderwebbing across their hardened surfaces. The ground beneath her feet trembled with each strike, dust and debris swirling around her as she unleashed her energy in rapid bursts.
Her ki flared brightly, wrapping around her like a blazing aura as she stepped back, panting slightly.
"Tch. Still not enough," she muttered, wiping sweat from her brow.
Rei stepped forward again, tightening her stance as she charged her next attack. Her muscles tensed, and her ki condensed into her palms, glowing with an intense blue light. She thrust her hands forward, and a beam of energy shot out, slamming into the dummy with enough force to send it flying backward.
CRASH!
The dummy smashed into the far wall of the training ground, leaving a deep dent before it clattered to the floor, its surface scorched and cracked.
"Not bad," came a voice from behind her, calm and measured.
Rei spun around, her ki still sparking faintly around her. "Saya? What are you doing here?"
Saya leaned against the railing above the training area, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at her lips. "What, you think I'd let you have all the fun? I figured I'd stop by and see if you've actually gotten any better."
Rei rolled her eyes. "You say that like you could keep up with me."
Saya laughed, her voice light and teasing. "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of trying to outdo you, 'future princess of the Saiyans.'"
Rei's expression darkened at the title. "Don't call me that," she snapped, turning back to the training area.
"Touchy much?" Saya said, still smirking. "But seriously, you've been at this for hours. What are you trying to prove?"
Rei clenched her fists, her ki flickering more brightly for a moment. "I need to be ready," she said, her tone firm. "For whatever comes next."
Saya's smirk faded slightly as she watched her friend. "You know, it's okay to take a break every now and then," she said softly.
Rei didn't respond. Instead, she launched herself at the next dummy, her movements sharp and deliberate as she poured her energy into each blast.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Vwish!
The sound of the room's heavy door sliding open echoed through the training hall, the unexpected intrusion catching both women off guard.
Rei froze mid-strike, her ki fading slightly as she turned toward the entrance. Saya's eyes widened in recognition, and she immediately dropped to one knee, bowing her head.
"My prince!" Saya said, her tone reverent yet tinged with a bit of surprise, and unease.
The man standing in the doorway was tall and imposing, his dark hair spiked upward in the unmistakable style of a Saiyan elite. His sharp features were accentuated by a smirk that carried equal parts confidence and authority. The royal insignia on his armor glinted under the dim light of the training hall, leaving no doubt as to his identity.
Prince Vegeta.
Rei's stance remained firm, though her ki flickered with tension. Unlike Saya, she didn't kneel. Instead, she stood her ground, her arms crossing over her chest.
"Training intensely, are we?" Vegeta said, his voice cool and measured as his eyes flicked between the two women. His gaze lingered on Rei, sharp and appraising.
Rei met his gaze without flinching. "What's it to you?" she asked, her tone calm but firm.
Saya stiffened, her head snapping up to look at Rei in disbelief. "Rei!" she hissed under her breath, her expression a mixture of shock and panic.
Vegeta chuckled, the sound low and dangerous as he stepped further into the room. His presence filled the space, his Ki now radiating faintly around him like a silent reminder of his strength.
"What's it to me?" he repeated, his smirk widening. "Perhaps nothing. Or perhaps everything, depending on what you're preparing for."
Rei's jaw tightened, but she didn't back down, "I don't need your permission to train, do I?"
Vegeta stopped a few steps away from her, his smirk fading slightly as his eyes bore into hers. "No, you don't," he said after a moment, his tone quieter but no less commanding. "But if you're going to carry the weight of your up-coming position, you'd better be ready for what comes with it."
Rei's fists clenched at her sides, her ki sparking faintly. "I don't need a lecture from you," she said, her voice low.
Saya's gaze darted nervously between the two, unsure whether to intervene or stay silent.
Vegeta's smirk returned, sharper this time. "Good," he said, turning his back to her as he began to walk away. "Because I wasn't offering one."
He paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder. "Let's hope your training isn't a waste of time. I have no use for weaklings."
With that, he stepped through the door, the sound of it closing behind him leaving a heavy silence in his wake.
Rei exhaled sharply, her fists relaxing as she tried to steady her breathing.
Saya stood slowly, still staring at the door. "You're going to get yourself killed talking to him like that!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Maybe... But I don't care." Rei said it like it was as a matter of fact, turning back toward the training ground. "But I'm not going to kneel to him, either."
"Well... If you're gonna do it, do it when I'm not around, please? I like my life despite my training sessions with commander Fasha. Oh! Here" Saya quickly took out a flat device from her pockets, throwing it towards Rei.
"Huh? What's this?" Rei looked at the screen of the device curiously.
Saya smiled, "It's our alone time as friends! AKA~ We just need to explore the southern lands for a few days, that's all."
Rei sighed, "Alright, I'll wash off and get myself ready."
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