A True Saiyan (22.2)

Game

Thoughts

"Talking"

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Gray's arm blurred, dragging Bok by his neck as he slammed his body into the floor.

20,000! (?/?)

Then, his arm whirled upwards, throwing the stunned speedster upwards in the air. Gray tensed his legs, pressing his feet into the ground. A surge of energy flowed through them, and Gray shot upwards. The ground under him splintered, rocks flying into the air as the floor around him cracked. The wind surrounding him whirled as he blitzed upwards, his arm creating a tornado of air around it as it tore through the air. His fist barreled upwards, slamming into Bok's stomach. 

50,000! (?/?)

Spit and blood flew from Bok's mouth as the man hunched over the fist, and then his body was shot even higher into the air. As his body flew up, Gray shot upwards again. His fist swung through the air in a power-fuel haymaker, slamming into Bok's cheek as he caught up to him.

50,000! (?/?)

Bok's body was flung downwards, a shockwave shooting through the air as his body slammed into the rocky ground below. Rocks shot outwards into the air, the ground around him breaking apart from the impact. Gray clenched his fist again, shooting downwards. His fist barreled at Bok's downed body, but the man regathered himself and flung himself out of the way. Gray's fist continued on its path, unable to be redirected as Gray funneled his entire focus on one spot. His fist slammed into the rocky ground, and a shockwave shot outwards.

All around his punch the ground split as craters and crevices appeared in every direction.

"...You learn quick, kid," Bok huffed, his breathing heavy as some blood dripped down from his mouth, "If you were a bit stronger, I'd be in trou-"

Bok was cut off as Gray pushed off the ground again, a crater appearing where he had been as his fist barreled past Bok's face. The man blinked away and appeared a couple dozen feet away.

"Who's distracted now?" Gray said as a small smirk appeared on his face. A second later, he was stumbling back as Bok's fist slammed into his chest again.

-10,000! (300,100/400,100)

"You've got the idea down, but you're not there yet," Bok grinned, his face looking scary as blood coated his teeth.

Gray didn't respond, instead blasting forward again, but Bok merely dodged. Gray continued chasing, his arms swinging wildly but continuing to miss as Bok kept barely evading him.

This slippery bastar-

Right as Gray realized the thought was forming and tried to refocus, a fist launched him backward.

-10,000! (290,100/400,100)

Focus.

Gray stabilized himself, pressing his feet down into the rocky surface below. His legs tensed, and he shot forward. Unsurprisingly, Bok continued to dance around his wild power-filled punches, maneuvering around them expertly. Gray continued forward, swinging his fists as he forced down a feeling of annoyance.

Focus. But, focusing doesn't mean not thinking. I can't keep swinging stupidly forever, I need to…

As Gray chased after the speedster, he abruptly stopped, slamming his fist down into the floor. Rocks shot out around him, and at the same time, an array of Ki blasts appeared above him.

Limit his movements.

Gray's leg lashed out, a burst of air flinging forward from the pure force of his kick. The floating rocks shot forward, and Gray flicked his finger down. A combination of rocks and Ki blasts came raining down at Bok.

Bok's eyes widened for a split second, but he simply disappeared again as he flashed between the hurtling projectiles, dodging all of them.

"A good idea, but not-" Bok was cut off as Gray stomped into the floor, sending another flurry of pebbles into the air. Another Ki volley appeared above him, and Gray continued the process. Once again, Bok danced between them, dodging all the projectiles.

More, he still has too much room.

This time, both of Gray's hands shot upwards as double the amount of Ki balls appeared in the air. Two stomps later and the battlefield was filled with floating rocks and Ki balls. Gray forced down an arrogant thought as he lashed out, sending everything flying at the man.

Bok's speed was no joke, as the man slipped through the projectiles effortlessly, a small smirk appearing on his face. 

"Still not good enou-" 

Yamoshi said I was bad, but this guy can't stay humble after dodging a couple of pebbles. Thanks for the idea, Dorro.

Gray tensed his legs, strength pouring into them. He slammed into the ground, sending himself blasting at Bok. Bok's eyes widened as he expertly maneuvered in between two Ki blasts, threading the needle as they both soared around him. While Bok might have been too fast to catch, the split-second it took for the two Ki blasts to fully get past him was enough for Gray to launch himself forward at a speed that surprised even himself.

Gray's arm swung forward, the power in his legs transferring to his arm. The air around him whistled, and a haymaker slammed into Bok's cheek.

50,000! (?/?)

Gray didn't let up as Bok was flung forward, his body sailing through the air from the force of Gray's punch. Gray shot forward again, his arm lashing out and grabbing Bok's neck again. Gray's head slammed downwards, head-butting the man down into the rocks below.

25,000! (?/?)

Bok groaned as he formed a crater in the rocks and tried to push himself back into the sky, but the man barely got two feet into the air before Gray's fist slammed into his stomach. 

50,000! (?/?)

Bok was flung back into the crater, and Gray followed up with a flurry of downward punches before the man could recover. The first one made spit fly from his mouth, and the second sunk an inch into the man's chest, tearing through his skin.

50,000! (?/?)

75,000! (?/?)

 The third missed, hitting the floor as Bok barely managed to roll out of the way. The Saiyan flung himself sideways, desperate to create space, but Gray's hand lashed out. It grabbed Bok by his ankle before he could get away, and Gray swung the man in a circle through the air before his body slammed into the ground again. 

25,000! (?/?)

[Fighting Style: Broly] unlocked!

+100 XP (10x multiplier from [Nightmare Mode])

[Fighting Style: Broly] LVL 1 - The wild, near-animalistic offense-focused fighting style utilized by the Legendary Super Saiyan: Broly.

+10 STR, AGI, END for unlocking a combat style! (10x multiplier from [Nightmare Mode])

Gray didn't let go, dragging the man up into the air by his ankle, and then launched his body upwards. Gray followed, bursting off the ground with his arm cocked back. He swung forward, but a resounding smack rang through the flatlands as his fist slammed into a palm.

"That's enough," Yamoshi smirked, the man catching Gray's punch. A shockwave shot through his hand, the wind behind him blowing into Bok as the speedster stabilized himself. Gray's eyes widened in shock as Yamoshi seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Where the hell did he come from?

Gray huffed, letting out a breath as he pulled his hand back. 

"I see what you mean now, Yamo," Bok grunted, "The kid's good."

"Obviously," Yamoshi replied, smirking down at Gray, "He was kicking your ass."

"Shut up," Bok bit back, looking down at the huge purple spot on his chest, "I was going easy on him."

"Even if you weren't, you might've lost," Yamoshi hummed, a strange look in his eye as he stared at Gray, "You improved quick, kid. Very quick."

"Thanks," Gray replied evenly, ignoring a small sense of pride welling up.

The original Legendary Super Saiyan just praised me. That's fuckin' sick.

"Now," Yamoshi grinned, slamming one of his fists into his palm. A shockwave shot out from the simple movement, and Gray grunted as he was pushed back, "Let's spar. You and me."

Spar? Me and Yamoshi?

Gray stared, locking eyes with the towering man. Then, a grin slowly formed on his face, his eyes ablaze with excitement. The adrenaline pouring through him seemed to double, and his heart pounded in his ears.

Sparring with the Super Saiyan of legend. 

"Go spar with Peppa, Bok," Yamoshi said, a grin appearing on his face as well, "I just ditched him."

"Peppa can suck it," Bok smirked, disappearing and reappearing a couple dozen feet away, "I'd rather watch this."

"I got a good gauge of your speed earlier," Yamoshi said, ignoring Bok's words, "To make it interesting, I won't go beyond what you're capable of."

"A handicap?" Gray grunted but then shoved down the inkling of annoyance within him.

Focus. This will be harder than Bok. I can't lose focus even once.

"Then," Yamoshi flexed his arms, a wave of power shooting outwards from his body, "Let's get started!"

Gray didn't have a second to think, as Yamoshi was suddenly blitzing toward his. His arm swung out wildly, and Gray resisted his body's instincts screaming at him to lunge out of the way.

Fight like Broly.

Gray shifted his weight, launching a fist of his own forward. He resisted letting out a scream of pain as Yamoshi's fist slammed into his gut.

-50,000! (252,000/417,950)

Gray ignored the pain, forcing his punch to continue upwards wildly. It soared towards Yamoshi's face and slammed into his… palm?

He… caught it?

Gray's eyes widened slightly as Yamoshi's other hand shot up, catching his punch again. Yamoshi smirked down at him, and then Gray's vision became a blur. Yamoshi lashed his arm in a circle, flinging Gray around by his fist before he launched him down.

-50,000! (202,000/417,950)

Spit flew from Gray's mouth as he slammed into the ground, and he didn't have a second of reprieve as Yamoshi followed him down. His fist slammed into Gray's stomach, causing the spit in his mouth to turn into blood.

-75,000! (127,000/417,950)

Gray had no time to think and lashed his arm out again. His first hurtled up towards Yamoshi's face, but the man did something unexpected. He slammed his head forward, the power from his head-butt colliding with the force of Gray's fist and canceling it out. Yamoshi's other fist continued down, slamming into Gray's stomach again. A shockwave shot through him, the ground under him disintegrating from the impact and crumbling into pebbles.

-75,000! (52,000/417,950)

WARNING: You have fallen below 25% HP!

If your HP reaches 0, you will die!

"F-Fuck," Gray grunted as Yamoshi easily put him in the same position that Gray had put Bok a minute earlier.

"You have half of it down," Yamoshi grunted, standing up tall as Gray clutched at his stomach. Gray looked down, and a huge purple spot was starting to form on his bare abs. Gray's mind started to work as he forced himself to sit up.

Fuck, I got beat so easily. That was, what, 5 seconds? So lame.

He looked up at Yamoshi's smirking face, a feeling of annoyance building.

He wasn't even taking me seriously either. This is my fault - I was so caught up in how Broly's style was letting me beat Bok, that I just assumed it would work on Yamoshi. He's the Legendary Super Saiyan, of course he could just fucking catch a full-powered punch like that.

"Your style, that is," Yamoshi continued, misinterpreting Gray's tensed face as being confused at his statement, "We all fight with different styles, but you tried to mimic mine. I don't where you've seen me fight enough to understand half of it, but you're missing a part."

Mimic his? I was trying to mimic what I remembered about Broly's.

"What part?" Gray asked anyway, curious about how Yamoshi's style differed from Broly's.

"Your offense was good," Yamoshi explained, "But your defense is terrible. You just took that first punch. No attempt to dodge, or block, or anything."

Gray blinked.

Yeah, but, isn't that just… how Broly fights? He dodged sometimes in his Z-Movie form, but only really when he was just fucking around with someone like Piccolo. Otherwise, he just wails on his opponent. A style that ignores defense to overwhelm your opponent with offense.

"Isn't that… the point?" Gray asked, "To overwhelm them with your offense."

"That's half of the idea," Yamoshi said simply, "But an overwhelming offense is useless if you have a weak defense. You must have both. An unstoppable offense, and an unbreakable defense."

Gray's eyes widened as he looked at Yamoshi.

No way, right? That's impossible. If you were unstoppable on offense but also had a perfect defense, then you'd be unbeatable. No one's unbeatable. Even if he's the Saiyan that the Super Saiyan myth was based on, he still must have died some-

Gray's thoughts were cut off as a scream echoed through the landscape.

"YAMOSHI!" Caylin came hurtling at them, "I-It's Pinea! King Vegeta took her!"

King Vegeta? Has every king really been naming their son Vegeta for a thousand years?

"What?!" Yamoshi tensed, his eyes slitted as he became deathly serious, "Are you sure it was her?!"

"N-Nion saw her getting food in the living space! He saw it happen, and he came to warn us! The others are already on the way to the palace!" Caylin said, nodding rapidly as her face looked like a mixture of stress and nervousness.

"What do you me-" Gray didn't even get his question off as Yamoshi shot into the air. Gray grunted, forcing his injured body to fly as the pure power radiating off Yamoshi destroyed the ground under them

"What the hell is going on?" Gray grunted, looking at Bok who was tensing as he readied himself to chase after Yamoshi while Caylin sped after him.

"The new King," Bok said, pushing out the words quickly, "Is very lustful. He takes whatever woman he sees as his own. Now, he's done the same to Yamo's woman."

Bok glanced over at him, locking eyes, "Go home, kid. Take whoever you care about and get to a safe place. There's gonna be hell to pay."

With that, Bok blasted into the sky and disappeared. Gray clenched his fist as he finally realized what was happening.

Right, it wasn't a civil war that destroyed Sadala. It was a rebellion.

Gray stared in the direction Yamoshi had gone.

A rebellion that birthed the first Super Saiyan.

Gray's body tensed.

A Super Saiyan that died immediately after - consumed by his own power. 

A burst of Ki shot around his body as he forced away the pain in his gut.

Maybe Yamoshi really is unbeatable. Maybe both his offense and defense are perfect. A Super Saiyan that only ever lost to himself.

Gray shot forward, speeding after the man.

The only unkillable man in history is about to go ape-shit crazy right in front of me. I need to see it. I need to see it all. I need to take in everything. Learn as much as I can, so that I can also become…

Gray's eyes hardened, and a small grin formed on his face.

Unbeatable.

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Gray Tanaki:

[Saiyan D-Class Recruit]

Age: 18

Wallet: 119,650 Coins

Lvl: 17 (83,200/750,000 XP)

PL: 342,637,200

Available Points: 50

HP: 52,000/417,950

TKI: 390,225/457,225

STR: 685

AGI: 820

END: 610

INT: 575

CHA: 215

LUK: 515

KI: 795

HREG: 596

EREG: 596

Skills: [Observe LVL 5], [Running LVL 10], [Determination LVL 10], [Ki Control LVL 9], [Ki Gun LVL 6]. [Ki Enhancement LVL 4], [KI Suppression LVL 5], [Ki Sense LVL 3], [Pushup LVL 10], [Punch LVL 10], [Kick LVL 10], [Jump LVL 10], [Flight LVL 4], [Prediction LVL 2], [Zenkai Boost LVL 1], [Cognitive Acceleration LVL 1], [Ah! Lord Freiza! LVL 1], [Mouth-Beam LVL 1], [Ki-Blade LVL 1], [Cooking LVL 1], [Ki Array LVL 3], [Ki Explosion LVL 1]

Perks: [Gamer's Mind], [Gamer's Body], [Double-edged Sword], [Legendary Super Saiyan], [Perfect Ozaru], [A Cute Pawn], [A Humble Master], [Ladies Man]

Fighting Styles: [Boxing Style: Kolra LVL 2], [Fighting Style: Broly LVL 1]

Party: [Saeko, Celia, Asuna, Ranfan]

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AN: The next chapter will be out next week, or you can read the next 4 right now at Patreon.com/Koyon! Thanks for reading!