《Dragon Ball, A True Coherent Fan-Fic》Chapter 3: Describe When Needed!
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I finished repairing the control room in three hours. I got curious about how long it’ll take me to reach earth. Kakarot reached Earth within a week, I think. It should be right. No one wouldn’t have survived longer with no food and water or a stasis chamber. Maybe less, It is a baby I’m talking about. Oh yeah, Saiyan pods have stasis mode. Well, I never knew that anyway.
“Interface, how long will it take me to reach Earth?” I asked the System Interface.
Earth will be reach in 1 year, 6 months, 6 days, 10 hours, 50 minutes and 10 seconds.
“What the fuck!? What is the reason for such thing!?” I yelled.
Engines not suitable for fast, long distance travel.
“I forgot to check what kind of engine this thing had!!!” I yelled, kneeling and pulling my long, white hair with some red parts. My hair wasn’t in the typical Saiyan hairstyle. It took me a while but I made it go downward, as any normal hair should.
I calm down after a while. The only thing I could do is build a new engine. I would have to use the current engine because of the lack of the right materials. That would leave me stranded for two years in space while I remake the engine. It isn’t worth it. I prefer to keep the current schedule. As my thoughts started to get away from the engine topic and focus more on exploring the ship, the System Interface showed me a map of the ship. I was surprised and decided to change my plans. I make my way to the quarters using the map. It was empty. Looks like they hadn’t added a thing. I panicked once thought about something horrible and ran to where the supplies are kept. I calmed down once I saw that there was enough food for a Saiyan to survive for three years, which is a lot. If I wasn’t a Saiyan, the food would last longer.
I took some food and returned to the control room. I sat down on the comfortable chair I installed when I fixed the place. I decided to find out what this System Interface can do.
It took me three hours to find out everything I could access, for now. I still remember that the ascended said there were things that would be unlocked. For now, I could access the information I was taught about the technology used in the Frieza's Forces. There were even some things I wasn’t taught about yet and schemes showing me how to build every piece of technology to the last part.
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“This. is. AWESOME!” I screamed, overjoyed. “The things I will be able to do. I could even create a Gravity Chamber if I modify some things!” That wasn’t the only thing I found out. I had the internet. Internet! No outer space internet, but My world, Earth, internet. I can’t write anything or post things on the Web, but it doesn’t matter. I could also access the Deep Web, but I better stay away from there. I learned the hard way there are some fucked up shit in there. I should only use it to find stuff I can’t find on the usual Web.
At least I know how I’ll spend my time. Training, studying, resting and looking stuff up through the Web. A few minutes, I started to think about my time on planet Vegeta. It wasn’t enjoyable at all if I being honest. After all, one of the reasons I was considered at the lowest level was because of my mutation. I wasn’t born with a tail, so I was unable to transform into a giant ape.
My parents’ tails were cut when they were on a mission. That might have been the main reason for my mutation. Not that I cared much if I had a tail or not. I’m also happy I didn’t have to go through the training of keeping my reasoning while in giant ape form. That doesn’t matter anymore. I better not think about my time on planet Vegeta for a while. Those are only bad memories. So I decided to focus more on what I’ll be doing during my trip towards Earth and what I’ll do once I reach there.
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Six months had passed and I feel like I’m gonna go crazy. I binge watched everything I liked on Netflix!!! I even went and watched The Dragon Ball series to know what I’ll encounter. I don’t know if it’ll be exactly the same. Many things were changed from the original script thanks to the author forgetting stuff. Like Launch!! What the fuck, author!! And the disappointment from some parts of Dragon Ball Super. What the hell was that with the Trunks Arc!? And then the team for the tournament of power!! What the hell!? What happened to Cell as a team member? Or fucking Pikkon!!? I swear to god that when the times comes for the tournament of power, I will knock the hell out Goku and find a good team!! Or I’ll see that the Z fighters are strong enough. No Krillin and Gohan. Those two are a waste of time. Well, Gohan more than Krillin. He was useless when Frieza came back. So maybe I’ll try to keep Krillin in shape. Around Majin Buu's level or higher. The Z fighters have the potential to fight toe to toe with warriors stronger than them with their attacks that far surpasses their power level. That’s how Goku and Piccolo defeated Raditz when he had the advantage. By using Piccolo’s Special Beam Cannon, an attack that surpassed their and Raditz’ power level.
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Anyway, I’m bored. I followed my schedule to the T. It was a good idea that I made it by following Goku’s example of training then resting. I was able to finally surpass the 99 power level bottleneck of my power level thanks to that. I now stand at a nice 120. It is not much, but it’s something. Now I know that too much training can be bad, too. My body needs to recover after a good round of training.
But all that is beside the point, I’m going crazy because of boredom. I even began to talk to myself and think as if someone was watching me. You know, as I’m doing now!!! Solitude is not for the weak minded and people unable to completely immerse themselves into training.
I wish I had learned how to fly or used energy/Ki attacks. But unfortunately, I was considered not worth the time by others and ended up being taught how to be a space mechanic. The only training I’ve got was the one to make my body stronger. All because they thought it’d be a shame if the one supposed to fix the machines were to die from a random explosion or high gravity, which was bullshit. They only wanted a moving punching bag!! At least I know how to dodge thanks to that. But I’m thinking too much in the past. I have been studying many ways of fighting thanks to System Interface for the last few months. I came to the realization that balance is the key. Just like a dance. So I’ve been learning how to dance.
Yep, I get easily sidetracked. I go on thinking one thing and end up contemplating something else out of the blue.
Then I saw something on the System Interface screen, which I searched through mindlessly. It talked about how getting a hobby can relieve stress and keep one sane. Many would debate that what have going on is a hobby. I would just kick them where it hurt and pee on them while they’re down. I don’t do what I do because I enjoy it. I do it because I have to. Because I know the dangers that await me in this world. Because I don’t want to die. Man, this last few months had allowed me to think over what I’m getting myself into. I have been avoiding it since I came here, putting it in the back of my head.
“Enough!” I yelled to myself, trying to get my head together.
“I better focus on getting a hobby. No good will come from me killing myself with these thoughts. Let’s find something I can enjoy doing.” I focused.
After a lot of thinking, I decided to do something within my current set of skills. So I created stuff. Useless or not. I spent my free time designing and building what I could with the limited materials I had. I made models out of a steel-like material. I created something akin to a furnace using some engine parts I found in the mechanic’s room. I made blueprints using the System Interface. Be it 2D or 3D. This functionality was unlocked after I ran out of places to draw. I did not use a pen and paper, there were no such things on the ship. I had to use some tools as a pen and walls as paper. Now the whole inside of the ship is covered with drawings, which made it kind of nicer in here if I’m being honest.
I trained, rested, Look stuff through the System Interface, draw and build. I would sometimes destroy and use the materials of thing I’ve already built. That was my day to day until...
Destination has been reached. Proceeding to enter planet atmosphere.
...I reached Earth.
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