He chugs the rest of the radioactive fluid before tossing the bottle over his shoulder.
"… Nah, nah, I'm good. Just a little confused about the exact physicals. And pissed off that people regard something like my world as entertainment, but then again I watched Battlemace Forty-Two Million so I don't think I'm really one to judge."
He starts nomming onigiri.
"Besides, I'd probably kill you. My past self would be a better bet, he doesn't take his fights nearly as seriously (and is, well, a lot weaker)."
Edited by Rbade on Jul 3rd 2018 at 6:50:04 AM
/\。。/\"What's it sound like. The name itself I've always thought sounded a little stupid, so I bet you would know an 'original'. With a more sensical name."
He points a finger at Plat.
"What about him?"
/\。。/\Miles glanced over to the robot, "I don't know. I only just met him," A thought then crossed his mind, and even Nebula would nod along to it, "Actually, do you mind if we just test our strength against you? It would at least give us a good indicator of just how far we got to go before we reach the big leagues."
Miles and Nebula looked ready to fight...only to stop themselves, "On second thought, it wouldn't be right to punch a guy who's not even gonna defend themselves...yeah, I guess in a way it's a bad idea," That's when something occurred to him, "Wait a minute...you said you're from the "future" here...so what are you doing in the present?"
"HOW STRONG ARE YOU COMPARED TO SARAH TRIPADORA ?" he asks. "ALL FUTURE VERSIONS OF CURRENT ARENAGOERS ARE MUCH STRONGER THAN THEIR CURRENT SELVES. BUT I'D LIKE TO KNOW IF THEY ARE EQUAL OR NOT."
He stares at Miles, finding his question to be good;
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter"Past me is apparently playing Super Saiyan soccer. I fully approve, though it means there's probably gonna be a bit of a wait until I can fill his noggin with futurey goodness."
"Not sure. I don't… I don't really fight anymore unless I really have to, and I've never had to fight her. I'd honestly say we're aprox equal though (though I'd obviously give the edge to myself, hashtag narcissism). I don't exactly have the natural power of a Sister, but I've been constantly augmenting myself since day one (before I showed up here including past me) so she probably ain't too far ahead."
"Plus, there's the matter of my 'fighting style' if we're talking outside the Arena. Cough cough, telefragging."
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/\。。/\"INTERESTING. THEN I SHALL AVOID FIGHTING YOU IN THE FUTURE. THE POWER OF A GE IS INCOMPARABLE WITH THAT OF THEIR REGULAR SELVES, THE POWER DISPLAYED BY SARAH BEFORE HER POWER UP WAS CLOSE TO OR EVEN SUPERIOR TO TROA AT HER PEAK."
He looks unconcerned though, but it's just robot things.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterNew Los Angeles
In a restaurant near the northern part of the city, Oliver
◊ is enjoying a fine-looking meal.
"How simply marvelous, such high-class food... it's like I'm home again. You're a fine cook, boy.", he says to a blonde-haired boy who's standing near the table, not looking all that interested in Oliver or his praise, but responding respectfully anyway.
"Thank you, sir."
Edited by DevilPsyco on Jul 3rd 2018 at 5:18:02 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay."Also, sorry about dumping all that info on you," Miles said to Oca, "The physics are...weird, I'll admit. However, think of it this way...we all make choices during the day, both small and big ones. In one universe, I could choose to have a balogna sandwich for lunch, but in another I could've chosen to have take out...or it could be big things like what if a certain historical event had gone differently? How might that affect the future?"
"You follow me?"
"I don't think it matters here because chronophysics here hate me. It's like this place's continuum can't decide whether or not it's stable to a quantum fractured, and somehow attaches its timelines to other continuums to remain constant across them. It's… it's really fucked."
"So… what ages does that 'show' focus on?"
/\。。/\"Hmm..." Miles pondered how best to answer that, "Well, DBZ focused on several major moments in history. The Saiyan Saga, and from there it goes to the battle with Frieza's forces on Namek, then there was the Cell Saga and from there it went up to Majin Buu and all the shenanigans that occurred in that period,"
He shrugged, "And there was a bunch of movies too but how "canon" they are is a bit iffy but they dealt with other events like Broly, Android 21, Bardock, Cooler, Janemba, and so on."
Platinum listens, standing in the backrground.
—
A tall, armored alien with an hologram cape enter the room. He's pretty casual in spite of his huge appearance, dropping at a table and taking off his mask to reveal a lamprey mouth. Some masked guards silently follows him, glancing at the occupants.
"It's so hot outside, I miss that ice planet."
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter"Hm… pretty sure all those happened to us, too. Though most people don't quite, erm, remember it like that."
"I think I have a copy of that one proliferous history textbook slash religious propaganda book you could find damn near everywhere, The Epic of Kakarotto."
He fishes around in his inventory before pulling it out.
"Ah, yup! Hey, tell me how much this aligns with the show. Hopefully not very much..."
He tosses them the book described by the in-universe book review here
.
"Sir, he's looking wary !"
"Geee, maybe because we look suspicious ?"
He glances at the boy. He doesn't look pissed or even enraged though, he's just kinda... tired and bored, as if he went through so much situations, nothing can interest him anymore.
"Hello, don't worry, I'm past the slaughter and chaos phase."
—
"... So the match is done, then ?" says Ninth, already preparing to go, her enthusiasm now as dead as Kirby.
Edited by Bolded1 on Jul 3rd 2018 at 5:52:59 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterCallis holds Kirby out at Aajaye as a shield...
and with all the abuse he's been taking, the inevitable happens.
Kirby goes flying out of Callis' hands, back in his neutral form, and falls onto the ground with a comedic spin and a little jingle.
He lies on his face, unmoving.
"Uh... guys...? I know it's not that big a deal in the Arena, but... I think we just killed him."
Edited by KiriK on Jul 3rd 2018 at 10:43:43 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Miles took the book and skimmed through it, and as he did, he found his frown deepening more and more to the point it was more of a scowl, "...I'll admit, I don't remember every last detail of the show, but I can assure you that the Saiyans were the furthest thing from Utopians, and the Namekians were not a race of blood-thirsty warmongers."
Zunder nods and snap his fingers, with his aliens promptly moving out of the building.
"Better ? I hate it whe people are afraid of me. It makes for poor talk."
—
"So its over then ?" says Ninth, preparing to leave since her enthusiasm is now as dead as Kirby.
Edited by Bolded1 on Jul 3rd 2018 at 5:56:01 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterHe keeps his eyes on them as they walk out, then eventually looks back at Zunder.
"Being afraid and being careful aren't the same thing. ... But yeah, I suppose so."
He now fully turns to Zunder, finding him more interesting than Oliver.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.

"It's a lot to take in, I understand," Miles said in a sympathetic tone as he conjured some Onigiri for the guy to eat, "Listen, to make it up to you, how about we have ourselves a match? Give you a chance to blow off some steam."