>>4304696
>You're right Kale. Maybe I should
Never disregard the donut.

>>4304696
>You're right Kale. Maybe I should

>>4304696
>You're right Kale. Maybe I should
Hopefully Hit can parse our drunken ramblings.

>>4304723
That awkward moment when we have to Awaken just to hold a conversation...

>>4304696
>You're right Kale. Maybe I should

Well it's either request for help or routine status report or somthing. Can't wate to see him dealing with drunk Eric anyways.

Okay, looks like penisman gets to talk
>writing

>>4304743
>Instant vomit

>>4304754
>Okay, looks like penisman gets to talk
I guess you could say Hit's line of work makes him something of a private dick

"Ye'r right. Maybe it's important."
Taking out the communicator from your pocket you set it down on the table and let the holographic figure come to life.
"Wassup my main man?"

"Eric it's me.
I got some news regarding the Plant situation.
And it's not good."

"Shiiiieeet."

"That's not the last of it either but I'll try to be brief.
Firstly, I thought you'd need to see this-"
Hit turns the camera towards a large metal structure, the image of which gets relayed to you pretty quickly.
The others aren't sure what to make of it.

"Is that... a brain?"
Kale asks.
"And what's that inside? That almost looks-"

"Human, yes. That's Eric.
Or at least how the Tuffles perceive him. When he disrupted their hivemind it seems that they all received the images of that moment but they can't make heads or tails of it. So they settled on some sort of a deity."

"FUCK! SHIT! B I T C H!"

"And that's not all.
There are plenty of interpretations out there. Some seem to be closer to the truth than most but it's drowned in a sea of misinformation and speculation. With everyone having their own idea as to what it means."

"BADGERCUNTDICKS!"

"Yes, I agree but let's not get carried away yet."

"B-But why didn't the kids tell them?"

"I was asking the same thing so I did some searching and I think I now fully support their decision to leave the rest of the Tuffles in the dark.
You see there's a lot of friction even between the "Sentient ones". They're mostly united because of their common enemy but they couldn't be any less cohesive if they tried.
Not all of them are happy with their current situation for example-"

"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO FIND THOSE PEARLY WHITE CHEEKS OF THEIRS AND SPANK THEM UNTIL THEY GET CRIMSON!"

"What? You wanna tell me that some of those freaks want to go back the way they used to be?"
Caulifla seems to be a bit confused.

"No. It's not that simple.
They aren't satisfied with their current situation. Living in the bombed out shells of buildings, actually feeling the pain of their decaying bodies, having to taste corpse starch and fighting for their lives every minute of every day... It's no wonder they aren't happy. And they blame the thing they call The Spark for all of it.
Some even suggest that it was all better when they were part of the hivemind."

"SO WHY ARE THEY COMPLAINING?
They could just go back and not give a shit anymore! I swear everyone is an idiot!"
Now even Caulifla is agitated.

"Because... these are the newer generation Tuffles, the ones that were created after the formation of their collective.
The old ones did go back, those that knew what it meant to be human at one point. But now they got to experience it as well.
With their newfound knowledge and perspective... they can't go back. So they resorted to projecting their frustration on the one figure they could."

"So in conclusion, the kids felt that telling them the truth may mean they'd focus their hatred on you.
While it's not a big deal especially when it's a planetbound race I don't think they'd be comfortable with making that choice for you."

Hearing all that stirred something up inside.
And with the aid of all the remaining functional braincells inside your noggin' you manage to speak up somewhat coherently.
"Okay... then tell me what's going on with the war!"

"Pretty much what you'd expect.
The planet is divided in half with the remnants of the old race are being lead by a scientist named Lychee against the Sentient.
Kamin and Oren are determined to help the resistance fight. But they have an entire army standing between them and their goal."

"Ohkay.
T-Tell them that-"

>They are free to cut loose and clean shit up!
>Dad is coming to fix things!
>Other?

>>4304814
>About the wish and that it may not protect them specifically
>Dad is coming to fix things...after he sobers up!

>>4304814
>I'm on my way to see what I can do. Doubt I can 'fix' this whole situation with just a single visit without doing somthing big. We all know how it turned out last time.

>>4304814
>Dad is coming to fix things!

>>4304817
>About the wish and that it may not protect them specifically
Weren’t they there for that? I for a fact that we at least brought them along to Namek where they got to observe the trials.

>>4304820
Damn forgot that Eric's buzed... Now I am officially a failure for nor including hiccups and slurping.

>>4304823
If they know about it, then forget that part.
DON'T WORRY KIDS! PISS WATER DOESN'T HIT HARD FOR LONG!

>>4304814
>If that’s what they want to do
>They’re free to cut loose and clean shit up!
The only real reason we didn’t do it ourselves is because we Star Trekked it up and went full Prime Directive on the problem; left Tuffles to fix Tuffle problems. We just have them a fighting chance. Furthermore, the kids were always free to go handle it however they wanted to... they just didn’t want to at first. If they made their choice, we have their backs, one hundred percent. Up to and including us coming along if they want us there.

So it seems that assisting them won
Okay
>writing

>>4304865
Well we did not because boss man's ban on travel and the posibility of the chuckle fucks sent after us stirring up shit there to get an opening to shank us. Now without that problem we are free to help.

Or atleast that was why I did not help.

"Tell them that..."
And that's the point where your willpower ran out.
"BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEERGH!"

"Eww dude!"
"Gross."
"Gross!"

Hit doesn't look amused.
"I suggest you fix yourself up before you do anything."

"Y-Yeah.
I'll do that. Shit... *hic*
Tell the kids to hold the line until daddy comes and fixes this shiet!
Imma just need a minute or two to uuuuh... ref-refr-fix myself."

"Anything else?"

"Oh yeah... just a reminder that Big Greens wish might not apply to them.
Thas about it I guess..."

"Okay. I'll do that."

"Thanks a bunsh Hit!"

"I'll add it to your tab."

"Fug."

As the connection cuts off you start stumbling over to the kitchen and grab an empty jug you have lying around.
After filling and chugging it in its entirety you fill it one more time for the road ahead which the others don't quite understand.
"Erm... what are you doing?"

"I'M fightiiing hangover.
Gotta drink water. Lots!"

Whilst responding you also grab the biggest bag around and start packing it full of ingredients.
You'll need flour, meat, some veggies, seasoning and you'll need to jump over to your planet as well to give Hyssop and the girls a visit.
But this should be plenty enough.

"And now what are you doing?"

"Theh *hic* one thing... I know. I'm gonna cook.
Okay Cabbro! Can I borrow your car?"

"One: it be a spacesship my dude.
And second: Ye'r drunk. I'll drive!"

"But YOU'RE drunk too!"

*sigh*
"Fine. Kale! Go with them!"

"W-wha? Why me?"

"Because I don't have a license and you actually know how to land a ship without breaking it!
Now help me carry that stupid big bag of his because he'll clearly break his back carrying it!
And sober up Eric for the love of god! You wanna play hero looking like that?!"

"Ohkay I'm coming as-"

"No, you stay here and nurse that future headache of yours big man!
Kale! Knock him out!"

Under her sisters orders Kale decks Cabba in the face so hard he looses consciousness.
After setting him onto a sofa with a bottle of water, some painkillers and a blanket the girls commandeer his ship and help you get in as well.
But as you take off it's pretty clear that they aren't really amused by the current situation.
"Seriously... I didn't sign up to being a mommy to a huge baby when I agreed to all this."

"Bhut you know I still love you right?"

"Ugh... go away lightweight. Your breath stinks.
It'll take a while to get to Plant so get a hold of yourself in the meantime!"

"R-Right!"

As you go over to the bunkbed the gears in your head start turning.
How the hell are you gonna sober up? Well... you know of one way. With a quick little exercise routine you begin training yourself in the hopes of accelerating your metabolism.
Naturally being inebriated doesn't help with your balance and so you bump your head into the walls a few times, leaving suspiciously cranium shaped holes in the ship.

"HEY ASSHOLE! KEEP IT DOWN WHILE I'M DRIVING!"
Kale is apparently a very stressful driver...

"S-Sorry."

You keep at it with increased intensity until you feel like your body processed enough of the toxin for you to function properly.
Though you still feel a little buzz you hear the girls calling you over as you arrived to your destination.
"So... here it is. Planet Plant."

"First time seeing it?"

"Outside textbooks? Yeah. It's even uglier than I imagined...
Okay get out."

"What?!"

"You think we'll fly down there?
That's a demilitarized zone buddy! If the automated security won't turn us into swiss cheese then the Tuffle AA turrets will!
Just use one of your fancy portals!"

>Okay. Portal time (Easy)
>I'm not comfortable in my portal skills now (Harder but it means the girls will be there to assist you)
>Other?

>>4304968
>I'm not comfortable in my portal skills now (Harder but it means the girls will be there to assist you)
beg the girls to come help us, act more like a baby.

>>4304968
>Okay. Portal time (Easy)

>>4304968
>>Okay. Portal time (Easy)
Time to act like a grown up

>>4304968
>>Okay. Portal time (Easy)
>>Activate Majin mode and use magic to fix yourself before heading down

>>4304995
Sure you wanna deal with drunk Buu?
'Kay
>writing

And give me a roll for this
Best of 4
DC:10
No crit

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>4305025

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>4305025

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>4305025

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>4305025

>>4305030
>>4305051
>>4305054
Noice

"Okay. I'll give it a shot. But I'm afraid I'll mess up, my vision is still a bit blurry. So...
Better take out a little insurance just in case."
Closing your eyes for a moment and waiting for them to change you start feeling nauseous and the sense a shiver running along your spine.
As your hair starts going wild and the stylized M appears on your shoulder you feel Buus anger as your own.
"Sorry bud. Didn't know you'd not like that.
No, I can't promise I won't do that again. Just that I won't do it for a while. No, I'm not a big drinker. Yes, thank you.
So let's purify this body of ours a bit more so you don't have to suffer it anymore, okay?"

"I hate it when you do that..."

"Do what?"

"That... thing.
I can't tell if it's you, that freak or even if you're talking to us."

"Don't call the boy a freak!
He's just different!"

Using a bit of his magical mojo you focus on the toxins within your body to try and isolate them. That shouldn't be too hard considering Buu doesn't like it and probably locked onto it already. But how to get rid of it?
Well the most straightforward way would be... no, you'd rather not do that. A quicker and cleaner solution would be needed.
"What's that Buu? Holes? To do WHAT with? Okay."

Forming several little organs along your arms as per Buus instructions you manage to create blowholes.
The logistics of it aren't exactly clear to you but apparently you can just... squeeze out the unneeded stuff through them.
Squeezing really hard and hoping you don't brown your pants in the process you manage to get a reaction out of them.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-eeeeeew

"D-Did you just blow steam out your ass?!"

"More like arms...
Aaaaand they're gone. Weird.
Anyway it seems to work so... I guess I'll go and take a hike."

Stepping out of the ships airlock so you have ample space to use, you create a portal large enough so your bag can fit through it.
With the portal created you wave at the girls and give them a telepathic message.
"Stay safe and if you need anything just power up!"

The second you step through the portal and arrive in the vicinity of Hits energy you hear the sound of metal clicking against metal as various weapons are aimed right at you.
Looking around you spot a few of your would be attackers hiding behind debris piles of varying size. They gaze at you with either rage and fear filled eyes or mechanical prosthetics which stare at you coldly and without emotion.
The air around you is tense and the only reason you see for them not opening fire immediately is their confusion.

A voice can be heard and you turn to look at it.
You see the mechanical monstrosity more clearly than the rest as it stands up. A crude mockery of life, its dying skin is peeling away from the flesh and oftentimes only kept in place by singular strands of leather.
The way their guts are rearranged and kept in various tubes and other devices shows that there would be no way for these ramshackle constructs to live without the life support built into their bodies.
Now you're suddenly reminded of one of the reasons why you didn't want to visit this planet...
Well, sleep is overrated anyway.

"Who are you? And how did you get here?"
He speaks up with a machine augmented voice. His own vocal cords probably don't work.

>I'm with the twins!
>Talk them down before they do something stupid
>Disarm ALL of them
>Other?

>>4305128
>Talk them down before they do something stupid

>>4305128
>My name is...Santa Claus. I got here with my christmas magic. Have you seen my helper elf, Hit, around here?

>>4305128
>Talk them down before they do something stupid

I wanted to wait for more votes but this is fine
>writing

Aaaand I'll be rolling to see how... agitated they are
Higher is better

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>4305207
Fug
I accidentally typed Dice with a capital D

>>4305209
That's not a good number

"I am Santa Claus and I've come bearing gifts!
I'm also looking for my trusty elf Hit! Have you seen hi-"
BLAM
"JESUS!"

The energy beam lands right next to your feet, leaving a quite deep and perfectly circular hole.
You're not sure how far it got but you're scared that if it's aimed directly down it MIGHT reach the planets core.
Turning your head where the shot was fired from you see one of the Tuffle poking out from behind their cover. They're having a nervous breakdown with their whole body shaking and frothing at the mouth.
That's quite a lot of PTSD right there and he... she... it is not the only one. All the others have glazed over eyes, showing that their newfound souls were already burned out by the horrors of war.
Such a tough crowd won't be very receptive to your brand of humor.
But... the others haven't fired yet.

"OY! Watch where you're aiming!"
They scream and pull the trigger again but this time you're prepared for it and casually swat the beam into the sky.
As the traveling projectile pierces the roof of the building and shoots to the sky it explodes before leaving the atmosphere. The explosions light briefly illuminates the room and gives your face an ominous shadow.
"You might hurt someone..."

That seemingly calmed them down a couple notches but they still look quite trigger happy as a whole.
The one that spoke to you before once again addresses you.
"Do not attempt to move or we'll be shooting ourselves."
Is that meant to be a threat... or was that a joke?
"I'll ask again. Who are you and how did you get here?"

"I came through a portal..."

"We saw that.
But what we don't know is how that's possible. Because the only ones with technology like that are-"
You swipe with your hand and make a portal, which makes one of the cyborgs head augments short circuit and glitch out.
"W-What?"

"That's one.
I'm also-"

>The one you call the Spark
>Kamin and Orens dad
>A good samaritan here to help
>Other

>>4305253
>The one you call the Spark
Fuck it, best to reveal it ourselves than to have it revealed against our will later. Love us, hate us, it doesn’t matter.

>>4305253
>Kamin and Orens dad

>>4305253
>A good samaritan here to help

>>4305253
>Kamin and Orens dad

>>4305296
+1
Guardian

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Eric's about to go full dad mode again
Just be careful or you might end up as the entire planets daddy
>writing

Let's see how close you get to Grandest Dad level
Best of 4
DC: 14
Crit: 18

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>4305311

Rolled 10 (1d21)

>>4305311

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>4305321
Damn nice, Eric = Grand Dad
>>4305311
Rolling pls no Nat 1

Rolled 10 (1d21)

>>4305311

>>4305329
>>4305321
Well it's official
After a meeting with Eric you either become
>His kid
>His lover
>His eternal ally
or
>A corpse
There are no other options

>>4305335
Wouldn't have it any other way....Kek

You place your foot down firmly and after a deep breath you shout.
"I'M THE FATHER OF KAMIN AND OREN!
You WILL let me pass!"

The sound of your stomp is drowned out by the deep, echoing shout that was your declaration.
It seems that your statement alone is powerful enough to break the haze like trance of the Tuffles and make them whisper to each other. Though it's quite hard to tell what exactly it is that they don't understand. Your relationship with the twins or the very concept itself.

"F-Father?"
"Did he say father?"
"It can't be."

Their spokesperson is the first to break the spell and come to his sense. But even he's questioning himself.
"A-Anyone can claim that-"

"Don't take the words of a dad lightly Tuffles...
To you they are the messiah but you know nothing about them. I know not just their name but what they like to eat, what makes them happy, what I must do to make their sadness disappear.
And if all that is not enough for you... then perhaps you'd be interested in the name of their little sister, the one you had to send away from this hellhole of a planet because your race decimated it!
My second daughter is named Lyn.
So how about that?"

They become frozen in place as they don't know how to process this.
Finally after a considerable amount of time their squad leader lowers his weapon and walks up to you.
"Please forgive us. These are... difficult times and we're all a bit tense. We can never be too careful about new factors showing up."

"That's understandable. Just don't do it again.
Now... take me to my kids. I want to see them."

"I'm afraid they are gone. Currently they are engaged with enemy forces."

"So they are leading your revolution?
At least they took matters into their own hands I guess."

"You misunderstand.
They are fighting alone."

"WHAT?!"

"They insisted that we'd only hold them back."

"Those... stupid... little!"
Your eyes are filled with fury as you look at the Tuffle.
"Then take me to Hit! NOW!"

This is getting more and more absurd by the minute. Kamin and Oren don't usually behave in such a reckless manner.
They have half of a planet to work with so why didn't they concoct some sort of a plan to combat the enemy instead of relying on brute force?
Aren't they supposed to be not just the strongest but the smartest of their race?
Well whatever. Maybe Hit can give you some answers.

But as you're lead through more and more ruined buildings and get to witness the dilapidated, well... more dilapidated condition of the planet and its people a clearer picture begins to from in your head. Now that the people are free of the hive minds yoke they get to experience the joys of war, loss, pain, depression and hunger. Even if you can hardly look past their mechanical horror exterior due to your previous exposure you can still feel their pain and sympathize with them. Perhaps seeing this is what slowly changed the disposition of the twins over time...

"This way."
The Tuffle leads you into what must've been a storage hangar for hazardous materials considering its size and the level of reinforcement it received.

Upon entering you see several people huddled up and covered in scraps of tattered and tarnished fabric, circled around barrels of fire. None of them are speaking or doing anything. At most some of them gaze up when they hear an explosion reverberating but no more.
"What... is this?"

"Refuge.
We have several places like these where the weak and injured can stay safe. Unfortunately they are usually quite far apart from each other.
But this is the biggest one and it's in the center of the city so we use it as a base of operation."

Quickly scanning the building more thoroughly you spot the large statue Hit showed before.
"What is that?"

"A symbol."

"A symbol of what?"

"Whatever one sees in it..."
He points at a remote, shadowy corner.
"You'll find your ally there. If you'll excuse me I'll have to return to my unit."

As the soldier leaves you make your way over to Hit who's doing his usual, leaning against a wall and minding his own business.
"Hey. Quite depressing isn't it?"
You greet him.

"Hello.
That's an understatement."

"Seen many warzones like this?"

"A few. But none were as ghoulish as this.
It's even testing the limits of my composure. There is only so much decay and oil smell I can tolerate."

"The kids?"

"Venting their frustration by tackling the armies of Lychee. Alone."

"So I've heard.
Why?"

"To spare the remaining Tuffles."

"Great...
Perhaps I should teach them a lesson about kids not needing to shoulder the burden of planets!"

"Yeah. You do that.
By the way... are you going to go after them?
And what's with that ridiculous bag?"

>Yeah. I'll go and reinforce them. Keep an eye on my bag will you?
>First... I'll make sure the kids don't have to return to a shithole when they win
>Other?

>>4305443
>Yeah. I'll go and reinforce them. Keep an eye on my bag will you?

>>4305443
>First... I'll make sure the kids don't have to return to a shithole when they win
Ah yes. Now it is time to practice the art of using massive telekinetic power and magic to fix everything up all at once.

>>4305457
changing my vote to
>First... I'll make sure the kids don't have to return to a shithole when they win

Well I was hoping for a few more votes but in the meantime I ran out of time
I think I'll be taking off for now but I'll keep the voting open until next session

I don't know when that'll be but I'll try to post some side stuff on Monday and figure out the rest from there
In the meantime if you got any requests I'm open for business
See you guys later and take care of yourselves!

>>4305443
>First... I'll make sure the kids don't have to return to a shithole when they win

>First... I'll make sure the kids don't have to return to a shithole when they win

>>4305443
>First... I'll make sure the kids don't have to return to a shithole when they win

>>4305443
If Eric is opting to try and fix things up before the kids arrive back to base, perhaps he can try cooking something up simple for the rebel Tuffles along with the kids? They seem to be pretty bitter about life, and no wonder: their lives seem to be on par or somehow worse than the average low class hiveworlder in 40K. If we managed to make a tasty treat for those subsistence kelp farmers when we dealt with Frost’s father, then perhaps we can make something that the Tuffles can look forward to.

They might be horrible and scarred cyborgs, but making something that can brighten up their day might give them a little something more to fight for than mere survival.

>>4307050
We might make a refuge that's not fucking miserable and try and do some healing magic with Buu's help.
God knows how many Tuffle secessionists are dealing with damaged implants and bodily rejection.

>>4307155
That would also be a good idea.

So....what're we gonna do with the Tuffles once all of this is said and done? I mean, we can't exactly leave them to rot on this shitty, rusting, mechanized hulk of a planet, they'd just die off in misery and squalor. They're obviously not the Tuffles of yesteryear, but the galactic community as a whole's likely still not going to be interested in accepting them without a whole lot of work, the Saiyans included, so I doubt they'll find asylum there. I guess we could house them on our planet? But I feel like even Champa's improved tolerance for new people would get stretched pretty thin by the whole population of an entire species popping up in close proximity, even if it's probably only in the thousands at this point, and even with their population as hugely reduced as it is I'm not sure our planet can feed and house that many people. We also probably need to do something about the whole "horribly stitched together cyborgs in constant agony" bit. Could Porunga fix them? Can't really think of any other feasible solution besides that. Lyn's a smart cookie, but I doubt even she can regrow limbs and shit.

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>>4307343
The best we can do is teach them how to move on from what they are now. Their genetics are still intact, the Tuffles can live a natural life eventually.
Personally speaking I say we talk with Fuwa and see if he can't restore Planet Plant or create a new planet in the solar system for the rebels to colonize.

>>4307343
I mean, high enough tier science lets people turn their bodies into a liquid capable of possessing people. It shouldn’t be too hard to whip up something for them, with pure tech.
Magic is an obvious solution for healing as well.

>>4307439
Magitek when

>>4307050
See if the SDF might be willing to send relief efforts to the Tuffles?

Maybe see if they can muster a pilgrimage to planet Namek for a wish to restore their people/planet back to health?

Track down a new habitable planet they can move to for a fresh start?

>>4307707
Whoops. Meant to reply to >>4307343

>>4307528
When you give Lyn sufficient amounts of candy and enough magic juice to research it

>>4307707
>SDF

Yeeeaahhh, not sure the Saiyans are going to be very enthusiastic about rendering aid to the descendants of the species who enslaved them for generations and tried to take over the rest of the galaxy or whatever. They might forgive them, eventually, but it's probably going to take a rather long time before those particular scars heal, and I doubt they'll want to help them in the meantime. I guess we could organize a trip to Namek for them, but if we decide to get Porunga involved I'd rather we just go ourself and with a few Tuffle representatives, way less time consuming that way.

>>4307367
I guess, but I'd feel a bit bad about leaving innocents like that little girl with cybernetic implants they hate just because "They'll be able to fix it by themselves eventually" when it's not their fault to begin with. Better to just try and give them a clean slate so they can move on from there. Also, making 'em look less like half destroyed terminators is probably going to make the galactic community a tad less creeped out by them.

>>4307874
>>4308049

You know, Lyn has been casually inventing a shitton of advanced mechancial tools with basically sand and duplo-blox.

Perhaps if we set her up with some material and assistance, she can reach a breakthrough about how to go about fixing the Tuffles' implant situation? We do also have a demonic genius on probation. It'd take some smooth rolling and cajoling to get her to provide meaningful help, but it might be worth a shot.

Apologies for my disappearance.
I had an... obsession to handle before I could do anything
Anyway as I promised I'll be doing a side story right now
Don't know if I can do the whole thing today but at least I can start

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"HAHAAAA! This is THE best!
Hey Tien! I think this calls for a celebration!"

"Hmmm? And what do you have in mind?"

"Erm how about some ice cream? I know a GREAT place that-"

"Ice cream? Really? What are you twelve?
But alright. I think I can afford to cheat a little."

"Heh. What will your students think of you now I wonder?"

"Nothing.
I am their master for a reason and I can do however I please. If I want to indulge myself in some earthly pleasures then that's what I'll do."

"Man you're even starting to sound like Roshi!"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

But as the two of them walk through the city they see a driver suddenly changing directions and goes straight for them.
The hovering vehicle runs up right next to them and comes to a quick stop with a heavy break. The two martial artists are not amused by this.

"HEY! Have you lost your mind?!
HEY! I'm talking to you! Do you even know how to drive? You almost hit us-"
But as the cars window rolls down Yamcha finds himself stopping mid rant.
"P-Piccolo?"

"Sup.
I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you so I came over to say hi."

"I get that but you didn't have to go through the opposing lane just to do that."
Tien responds.
"And what the hell is this? Since when can you even drive?"

"Remember the whole androids kerfuffle?
Chichi wanted Goku to learn how to drive aaaand made me get a license as well. Not sure why though."

"Probably because short of sleeping with his mom you're more of a father figure to Gohan than his actual dad."

"You know Tien... one day that mouth of yours will get you killed."

"And it'll be worth it.
Besides. King Yemma probably has a waiting room set up just for us.
Can't imagine how big a party he'll throw once we all die of natural causes."

"But he has a point Piccolo.
How old do Namekians get before dying? Kami lived for a while.
So wouldn't that mean that after Gohan and Pan you'll just raise all of our kids?"

"You'd need to make a kid for that first Yamcha."

"Dude... you know Senzu beans don't heal that kinda damage.
Why do you have to murder him like that?"

"Because I can.
But I'm not gonna lie, the thought of opening a daycare did cross my mind at one point since I got quite good at changing diapers.
It's just that with all that money I don't have it's not exactly easy. Besides I'd still be stuck with you guys since nobody SANE would leave their child in the hands of a green demon man."

"On the subject of money...
How do you even have a car anyway? And where do you keep it?"

"Oh it's not mine Yamcha. Bulma just lets me cruise around with it every now and then and all I got to do in turn is help her with shopping."

"Shopping?
What POSSIBLE help would you be for that?"

"What brand of diapers to get, which clothes don't irritate the baby, that sorta thing."

"And there it is..."

"Hey! At least I'M doing something productive with my time!
Not unlike Mister Playboy over there or you with your school of inept bald people! Seriously did you make them shave their hair out of spite or were you just lonely?
Aaanyway, I think we got sidetracked a little. What are you guys doing here anyway? It's not usual for you to just stroll through the city."

"Oh we're just celebrating our big victory with a pleasant walk.
Thought about getting some icecream as well."

"Ice cream? Really?"

"I thought the same thing..."

"Okay. Get in, I'll give you a lift."
After the two get in and the car starts moving Piccolo continues questioning them.
"So what's this big win about? Did you win a game again? I admit I don't watch you playing. I just don't get baseball."

"Nah dude.
We won a big fight! We've been practicing like crazy and finally it's starting to pay off!"

"Yeah I'm sure it was.
You know... if you got nothing better to do you could... I don't know, help Krillin and the police? Or become vigilantes? I don't know.
Since you want to beat up weaklings anyway."

"Ah yes, because you didn't sense us.
I'll have to let you know... we asked Dende if we could borrow the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
That's why you didn't feel our fight."

"OR! Us kicking Gohans butt!"

Piccolo steps on the brake hard enough that he almost kicked a hole into the vehicle.
Caught in a mixture of incoherent rage and utter confusion the green man spoke with a stuttering voice.
"You did what?"

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>>4308949
>"OR! Us kicking Gohans butt!"

Dammit Gohan, you were supposed to be training your ass off after you got your ass beat. What did he do this time?

>>4309207
IIRC in Gohans interlude he decided to start writing that book on KI. I think he was also doing some minor training/learning as well but the book is his kind of thing.

Despite his innate power he doesn't see himself as a fighter and doesn't even try to be unless the safety of the world/himself/his friends is/are in danger

>>4309447
>>4309207
I swear, our Jobhan jobs even among other Jobhans. Like, he makes me feel bad for Future/Xeno Trunks! Imagine how confusingly bittersweet that has to be, seeing the legendary badass hero who sacrificed his life for you finally alive and happy, but also reduced to... this.

>>4309709
Maybe we should just break it to Gohan that he doesn't get it. I get that he's never been a fighter like his father or particularly ambitious like the other Z-Fighters, but after a certain point he should have realized Goku passed the torch for a reason.

After the trio got themselves some sweet refreshments and Piccolos nerves calmed down a bit they began discussing things further.
"Okay so... care to explain what happened?"

"Certainly.
Do you know how Gohan is training with Master Roshi in secret?"

"No?"

"Good. That's the point.
He sought out the old man to teach him basic martial arts-"

"Uh-huh."

"Since he felt like he lacked that. And it worked. Somewhat."

"Yeah! Master Roshi and Gohan went through martial arts step by step and RELEARNED the whole thing!
Imagine that! Crazy!"

"Yeah but why?"

"Do you know the difference between shouting DODGE, and actually teaching someone how to do it?"

"..."

"Basically that."

"I swear to Dende I'm going to punch you Tien."

"Go ahead. It won't work.
Basically they are still doing that in secret so Gohan can surprise anyone. But he wanted us to help him since he felt like integrating what he just learned into what he already knows."

"So you beat him in a training match?"

"I-I mean yeah but that's still an achievement, right?
Besides it was super serious! What would be the point of the training if there was no danger?"

"What Yamcha is trying to say is that Gohan felt the need to practice.
Doing something while experimenting is one thing, performing it in combat is entirely different. And since we're also working on our own training he asked us to join him at Dendes place.
And while it's true that we won it was close. We had to actively work together so if it was only one of us it would be an entirely different story."

"Okay so... I just have two questions.
One: How is Gohan doing?"

"Eh he's getting it. Slowly but the improvement is there."

"He means that Gohan can now throw a proper, focused punch.
It almost killed Yamcha..."

"And two... what the hell happened to you?"

"Basically?
Our new friendly neighbor."

"Eric..."

"Yeap. I'm sure you're aware of how he paid a visit to us recently."

"It was kinda hard not to with Vegeta blowing up.
But I felt nothing with you... I felt you fading away. It almost made me worried but then I felt you coming back again before disappearing. So I thought you're okay and just trying something weird.
But nothing regarding Yamcha."

"Aw."

"He had some ancient ancestral power entrusted to him. It resulted in a spirit wolf the size of Kamehouse appearing."

"Yeah!
Me and Brainwolf got to work real hard afterwards! Care for a demonstration?"
Piccolo cautiously nods.
"Boop!"

He taps the water Piccolo ordered and the half melted ice cubes reform right before their eyes.
"H-How did you-"

"It may sound insane but he can draw in the ambient natural energy around him, thus producing cold.
He's prone to failing under stress but he's getting there."

"So wait he knows the Spirit Bomb?"

"Erm... no not exactly.
I can't just scoop it up and throw it like Goku can. It just fuels my new form.
And we're working on figuring out a way to absorb the energy that others use! Oh the second I figure that out I'm gonna wish Dr Gero back and show him what it feels like!"

"Not to burst your bubble but Gero was a robot. No energy to drain there.
Anyway, if Yamcha got this then what about you Tien?"

"Me? I stuck to the information Roshi gave us.
But he helped me figuring it out a little and I used it to... unlock his transformation I guess."

"I guess? What does that even mean?"

"It means that I think I did it. It just didn't produce the result I expected.
Remember how I used to be Master Shens student?"

"Kinda your whole deal really."

"Yeah well thanks to him raising me I guess I got messed up in the process."

"Understatement of the century."

"Now I guess that training managed to... unscrew something."
Piccolo looks at Yamcha in confusion who in turn just shrugs. Tien, to clear up the confusion points at his third eye.
"My eye awakened. My heritage gave me a few abilities that are impossible to copy but I didn't realize how many I lose thanks to my upbringing.
Now not only can I use improved versions of the Multiform and the Four Witches but a slew of other things.
Like true sight..."

"What Tien's trying to say is that Gohan DID get a whole lot better!
Hell he almost pancaked me once or twice! But now when we work together we're unstoppable! He's the brain and I'm the muscle!
Set 'em up knock 'em down!"

"You can't expect me to believe that."

"Oh you want proof?
How about bringing you up to speed?"
Tien taunts the namekian.

"Come again?"

"We intend to get back in the game after Vegeta and his pals unceremoniously knocked us out of it.
If you want we can help you get back in the saddle as well."

"And how do you intend to do that?"

Grabbing his chair Tien shifted so he could stare directly at Piccolo.
"What if I told you that you can reach Goku and Vegeta? You're not just a namekian, you're a namekian that was stronger than a super saiyan once he became whole again!
If you used everything at your disposal... you could."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Didn't you find it strange that despite Kami and King Piccolo being one and the same they are from different clans?
One's a dragon the other is a warrior. That's what you said. One makes Dragon Balls and the other punches things.
It's not your birth that decides what you are, it's your disposition. I can tell because I'm literally seeing it. Kami, you, or that third one I don't recognize it doesn't matter. They are all made up of two halves.
We can help you bring those two in balance. And balance... is power."

And that is it
Hope that clarified a few things
This wasn't meant to be a "Shit on Gohan" episode. It's a testament to the strength of the boys

>>4310038
Eyyy, good stuff boss!

>This wasn't meant to be a "Shit on Gohan" episode
Gohan's LIFE is a "Shit on Gohan" episode, but I'm happy to watch him struggle against it.

Though I AM curious about Mr. Brainwolf's energy aborption, since it sounds like he can pull it off with both ki energy AND basic-ass kinetic energy.

>>4310035
Oooooooh? Is Piccalo finally going to tap into that Dragon Clan Magic?

>>4310035
I'm glad to see the boys coming back, all of them, not just the humies. I just hope they pay us back sometime after we solve their major roadblock issues.

Also I'm wondering about what their new lineup for the ToP2 is going to look like. And will it or will it not have buu.

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Oh no no no.
AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

>>4311439
What the fuck happened? Isn't he supposed to be a goat?

>>4311451
Asspull fusion so Vegeta could almost win but also lose and job horribly.

>>4311455
So Vegeta gets more wank but he's still not allowed to do anything of note? Why?

>>4311456
Because he's Vegeta.
His new technique like, weakens the people he fights or something? It sounds like it works better on people with multiple souls?
Last chapter he literally used IT before immediately saying he'll never use it again because AAAAAAAAAAA THAT'S GOKU'S TECHNIQUE I CAN'T BE ALLOWED THAT.
Vegeta.

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>>4311439
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhAZefG438A

Why must you do this to me?
I was having fun shitposting about Ulti in the One Piece threads peacefully but you had to ruin my mood
Why? Why did you do this? Why couldn't I continue not knowing this thing exists?
Why are we still here.... just to suffer?

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>>4311554
OH you haven't seen anything yet. Feast your eyes on this.

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>>4311580
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand dropped
nope not willing to put up with vore
screw you guys
I'm going back to my hole in the One Piece thread with my cute dino waifu in a series that I can respect

>>4311580
>Vegeta doing nothing while allowing an opponent he is far stronger than to eat an android and become far stronger
>they turn into a Perfect Cell Clone to boot
Is Toyohacko ever going to write something original?

>>4311595
>Is Toyohacko ever going to write something original?
I think you answered your own question.

Anyway, that fusion looks stupid as shit. I'm pretty sure he just copy-pasted bits of Hit on to his actually-kinda-cool-idea Evil Goatman Wizard. Once again proving his artistic "talents" to the world.

>>4311589
That looks pretty cool.

is that from a quest or a drawfag thread?

>>4311589
Holy fuck I think I know exactly who drew that. Did Orangekisses just move to /a/ after deleting everything?

Since I found an actual link to the comic, basically Vegeta learned how to litterally beat the stolen life force out of Moro, kicked his ass, was about to blow him to hell, got the magical version of a Solar Flair tossed at him, meanwhile Moro jumped to his ship, ate his followers, including a guy who was somekind of back up version of him?

Which made him stronger then ever, allowed him to basically one shot Vegeta who was manhandling him legit 30s ago, and is now SUPER MORO.

So don't blame Vegeta for this, he legit did everything right this time, its just the hack writer giving him the shaft and PLOTTING the enemy into Super Modo.

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>>4312140
Neither the /a/ One Piece threads where a shitpost storm happened when she almost forced the MC use his strongest form before they got interrupted
It's pretty based

>>4312245
Don't know, I just nabbed it from anons reposting shit
Chances are yes because for supposed flavor of the month she's generating a lot of fanart, most of which is wholesome with her and her manlet brother

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Okay you fuckers! I'm feeling particularly hateful right now after Toyohackos latest stunt!
So tomorrow we'll rock out with our cock out!
Prepare yourselves!

>>4312916
Is it the "Vegeta did everything right and Goatse still evaded him, devoured his followers/minions (which, really, he could've done at any time and should've from what I understand about his personality), and somehow transformed & became more powerful than he was after devouring the lifeforce of multiple planets"?

Or did the hack pull some new bullshit out of his ass?

>>4312949
Yes
That chinese jew keeps infuriating me
>finally does Vegeta justice only to make him job
>even more vorelike powerup than Buu
>straight up copypastes Cells face on idiotgoat
>"""""magician""""" character that used MAYBE 3 spells

"What's with the bag? I'm glad you asked."
After taking off your pack and dropping it roughly two inches it manages to make an echoing THUD loud enough to snap the Tuffles out of their apathy. Removing what can safely be put on the... less than sanitary floor you showcase its contents to Hit.
"I grabbed some essential stuff. Ingredients, seeds, cleaning supplies and the like."

"I don't see the point..."

"No? If a place is shit the people living there will act like it. It's that simple."
You shut your eyes for a moment to gather your courage and then open them to gaze at the Tuffles living in squalor.
"I gave them their humanity. Though it wasn't my intention that's what happened. So now... I think I'll take responsibility for that.
And reward them for making good use of their newfound souls. Or at least give them a little taste before I go and clean up properly."

>Feed them
>Give them a home worth living in
>Other?

>>4313894
>Give them a home worth living in

>>4313894
>Give them a home worth living in
A safe place to sleep a great starting place

>>4313894
>Give them a home worth living in

I'm half tempted to wait for more votes but it's unlikely that this'll change
Very well, no cooking for now. But since this isn't your area of expertise you'll have to roll for it
And it's magic so...

Best of 4
DC: 10
Crit: 15

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>4313939

Rolled 16 (1d21)

>>4313939

Rolled 4 (1d21)

>>4313939

Rolled 5 (1d21)

>>4313939

>>4313949
>>4313951
>>4313942
Hoooo boy I don't know what you did to piss off Destiny like that but make sure to praise some birds in honor of 16

>writing

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>>4313954
Our Lord and Savior guides all of my carpentry related rolls.
Props to 16 though I guess, he can probably build a mean birdhouse or something.

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Once selecting everything you need for your current idea you pack the rest back where it belongs and set it down far away.
Shuffling back to the cleaning supplies you arrange them all in a circle and carve some symbols into the metal floor.
"Hit. Stand back."

As the assassin fearfully starts walking backwards you clap your hands together and meditate while still standing.
Focusing on the mystical energies swirling around in the deepest recesses of your soul and even drawing on Buus own reserves you slam your hands down, making the patterns glow with arcane light.
"WHOA!"

The energies are channeled into the chemicals and the tools bringing them to life. The bottles containing water and soap eject their contents and they start slithering in the air as if they were living creatures.
The substances mix with one another before erupting in a geyser covering the walls and everything inside but leaving the inhabitants completely clean.
And as everything gets drenched in soapy water the cleaning instruments get to work.

The Tuffles don't know what to make of this as simple wooden tools start moving on their own and start scrubbing the place clean.
They get even more alarmed when the very building itself starts moving. The rusty metal creaks as it's bent into shape and moves back in position. Holes in the walls disappear as the metal seemingly regenerates like living tissue and a powerful wind is felt as it seemingly "exhales".
In truth the oxygen and hydrogen are separated from the rusty metal reversing the rusting and making the place look more pristine than... possibly ever.

Understandably this shocks the Tuffles enough that either they keep their eyes fixed at the occurring changes or they frantically search for the source of the impossible phenomenon.
It doesn't take them too long to find you as your hands are stuck, locked in place by the energies you're channeling into the building.
Finally you finish restoring this place into a state it probably never was in to begin with and pull your hands free of the circle.
"Aaaaaaahhh. Finished."

It doesn't take them to connect the dots and they figure out that you probably had something to do with it. It seems odd that they aren't high tailing it out of here as they witnessed something they firmly believe to be impossible but on a second glance it's pretty apparent that they are rooted in place by their fear.
As they struggle to cope with this strange event Hit steps up to you once more.

"Looks like you're improving with your magic.
But if you wanted to avoid drawing attention to yourself or making it look like you're some sort of a god, you just failed miserably."

"Thanks for the input Hit. I'm aware.
But I think it's time I stopped with the smoke and mirrors shit.
And at least now they have a place that's somewhat nice. It also should serve as a decent enough beacon for others.
Doubt there's anything on this planet that hasn't been repurposed a hundred times over or got cleaned even once."

As you discuss the effects of your little alteration of the terrain one of the half machine creatures shambles over to you. They continue lowering their posture as they get closer to you. For stripping their humanity a long time ago it seems that the instincts that were burned into their very being are still very much alive.
Prostating himself the Tuffle looks up at you and starts asking things.
"Who... or what are you?"

"I'm Eric."

He seems... confused. He didn't expect a name, more like a title or a vague descriptor.
Looking around the room briefly he looks back at you with eyes full of questions.
"Why?"

>It looked like you could use the help
>I owe you guys this much
>To show you there's more to life than just misery
>Other?

>>4313977
>To show you there's more to life than just misery

>>4313977
>To show you there's more to life than just misery

>>4313977
>To show you there's more to life than just misery
>This is only the start this shell of a planet will become a real proper home to you guys soon enough.

Okay
>writing

"To show you there's more to life than just misery."

"E-Eh?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0y7m-TDAlM
"You lived hard lives up until now, it's true. I bet you curse your existence even now. But you don't need to worry. It'll be over soon.
See, this is only the beginning."
Crouching down you touch the metallic floor softly.
"This broken... hurting planet can be restored, it can be healed, it WILL be a proper home for you soon.
And once that happens, I promise you'll be able to enjoy life."
Pointing up at the sky you start shouting like a madman, speaking not only to him but the rest of the Tuffles.
"TODAY! THE SUN WILL SHINE ON PLANET PLANT ONCE MORE!"
They exchange puzzled looks, not knowing what to make of this. But it doesn't matter.
Once you're done here they'll understand even if they think you're a lunatic right now.

Helping the poor guy stand upright you pat him on the shoulder, fighting through the disgust of touching his half decayed flesh and bloody metal parts and then leave him there.
Turning your back to him you move over to Hit.
"Watch over the pack while I'm gone okay?"
He looks over at your bag and pats it down before giving you an understanding nod.
"Thanks."

With your supplies secured you leave through the main door. From the corner of your eyes you see several figures peeking out of the shadows and looking at the pristine building that you restored. They already flock to it like moths to light.
Looking up at the perpetually blackened sky with a frown you see the smoke clouds briefly being illuminated by the distant explosions of war.
This has gone on for long enough.

Jumping a little you get above the towering skyscrapers and look at the endless industrial waste sprawling before you.
Now that you see the source of the explosions over at the horizon you start making your way toward them whilst mumbling to yourself.
"Christ what am I doing? I'm just a guy dammit..."

>Find Kamin and Oren to make sure they are safe
>Start dismantling this hivemind. Drone by drone if you have to
>Must find Lychee...
>Other?

>>4314062
>Must find Lychee...
>He is quite literally a guiding force (or atleast sizable part of it) his mania effects everyone on his side.

>>4314068
This

>>4314062
>Find Kamin and Oren to make sure they are safe
Being a dad first
Lychee second

>>4314062
>Must find Lychee...

>>4314062
>>4314068
This

Well looks like the kids will have to bear with it a while longer as you cut the snakes head off
>writing

Oh and...
Here's another roll. Best of 4
DC: 15 (To get there uninjured)
Crit: 21 (To get there unnoticed)

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>4314093

Rolled 1 (1d21)

>>4314093
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>4314094
>>4314096
well fuck...

Rolled 7 (1d21)

>>4314093

Rolled 1 (1d21)

CHAMPA-SAMA TASUKETEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>4314100
Okay crit fail time boys. I regret everything. Well I guess this goes beyond just injured now.

>>4314100
>>4314096
we had to pay the price for that magic

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>>4314100
>>4314099
>>4314096
>>4314094
Hoooooooooly shit
Natural fucking 1

Have we had crit fail this quest before this? I can't remember.

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>4314110
No idea
But check this 21

>>4314116
Should have let you be the 4th.

>>4314110
I don't think so
Maybe 1 at most

>>4314120
Speaks well of your system hornestly as if this was standart d20 we would have had quite a few.

>>4314096
>>4314100
Well, Shiet

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>>4314105
Clearly we tipped our hand to Lychee, who knew we'd return some day and prepared the deadliest weapon known to Tuffle kind: Pic Related!

>>4314129
Or we play as kids trying to save knocked out Eric from being put in meat grinder for resources.

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It's pretty obvious what you have to do. They might be a hivemind but traditional hiveminds are generally not that threatening unless they have insane numbers at their disposal, which the old Tuffles certainly don't have. Their planets biosphere is barely capable of sustaining its minuscule population and now that it's cut in half they are not that threatening. The other case of a hivemind being dangerous is where certain individuals within it are capable of higher thought or each individual within it is somewhat intelligent and their brainpower is combined. Thankfully the only option available to them was the former so they have a few key "individuals" with more freedom of thought to benefit the collective. Meaning if you take those out the combat effectiveness of the rest will tank. They'll still be dangerous just nowhere near as much.

"Okay. So find the head and cut it off.
Easy peasy."
Closing your eyes you send out a pulse of psionic energy which circumvents the planet and returns to you. As the wave comes back with the information the planet lights up like a christmas tree, showing several small lights scattered over one half and a massive tidalwave on the other. But even within that mass the mind of Lychee and the rest of the "brainbugs" stand out like a sore thumb.
"Gotcha!"

Like a hound on the trail you go straight towards Lychee.
As soon as you get within viewing distance of the place it becomes rather obvious where he's holed up. The spire easily towers above every other structure in the vicinity, maybe even the planet. Not to mention the security surrounding it.
You knew to expect heavy resistance but didn't realize how... tightly packed they would be. Aren't these guys fighting in a civil war? How can they afford to consolidate so much of their military in a place like this? Unless...
"Bastard is building something."

Right on queue the heavy defenses of the place whirr to life as the first drone spots you. You see an ocean of crudely fused flesh and metal move in unison as they all aim their weaponry at you. The sky lights up as they begin unleashing volley after volley of energy spread over a decently large area around you in case you dodge. Raising your hands you begin swatting away the weak blasts almost effortlessly. But as you fight you realize you're slowing down as a wall of light consisting of concentrated plasma fire is erected before you. You could keep going but there is just too much energy. One or two slipping past wouldn't be an issue, but hundreds? Thousands? What's worse even your hands are starting to feel the strain of having to deflect a near constant stream of energy.

>>4314129
WHAT KIND OF MONSTER SENDS BABY TO FIGHT MEN?

>>4314158
I'll ask a better question, what kind of an autist do you have to be to name yourself Baby? And KEEP IT

>>4314163
Gratuitous use of English, I’d wager.

It was probably meant to be symbolic of Baby being a new Tuffle organism and all that stuff, but sounds ridiculous to native speakers.

And that's not all. Various point-defence weapons the size of skyscrapers come alive, guided by malicious intelligence and the rest of the Tuffle consciousness. While the smaller guided lasers are a problem it becomes quite apparent they are there to make sure THESE boys land their attacks. The second they open fire you realize what a big mistake you just made. Energy projectiles the size of a barn, solid projectiles belching lead and missiles loaded with both high yield explosives and other things you don't even want to know.

"SHIT!"
Seeing the incoming ICBMs you decide it's time to book it and start using your time-skip and stop to dodge most of the incoming firepower.
Which lasts roughly a minute before the Tuffles realize what's going on and seemingly adapt to your new strategy. With their shared knowledge and computing power they manage to figure out every possible place you can go within the limited time you can leave the time stream.

A missile blows up right in your face, nearly giving you a concussion with the explosion and making you cough even through the filter.
This one moment of hesitation is all it takes for the collective to turn the tide as they bust out the REAL weapons.
Something hits you. Hard. Your insides are quaking and feel like they are boiling, blood begins to leak from your eyes and every other orifice on your face. Your ears are ringing and the whole world feels like it's spinning.
"W-Wha-"
Gurgling through the frothy, foaming blood in your mouth you fail to comprehend where the invisible attack is coming from.
And that's when the second and third volley hits you, taking you out of the sky.

Incapable of utilizing your energy at all you fall several hundred feet before colliding head first with a sky scraper and puncturing a hole in its roof. You struggle to your feet as everything aches.
Your vision is blurry, your hearing is completely gone and your body is still breaking down. But even deprived of all your senses you know those accursed cyborgs are coming to get you.

>Let. Them. COME!
>Lie down and start recovering quick!
>Run!
>Other?

>>4314193
It's actually GT having shit writing
Baby was originally a Tuffle scientist that made the ginger machine mutant doctor to convert himself into a machine mutant
Why a member of a race literally named "Fruits" is called Baby is beyond me

>>4314199
>Lie down and start recovering quick!

>>4314200
Wait... I'm wrong. It's somehow dumber
Baby was born as a metallic parasite which still created Dr Myuu to gather him energy
But according to the trivia section his name is Baby because Myuu referred to him as his child.
Why would Baby give the slightest FUCK about what is creation called him when it was clear Myuu was disposable to him?

>>4314199
>Lie down and start recovering quick!
>Use magic to hide yourself and then create an illusion of you running away

>>4314199
I’ll second this:>>4314215

>>4314199
>Lie down and start recovering quick!

>>4314215
Support

>>4314200
Didn't GT have a guy show up
Like some random guy
and Goku literally says something along the lines of "WOAH THIS GUY IS STRONGER THAN BUU!" when this random fuck appears.
Captain Ridley or something.
>>4314215
support

>>4314199
>Lie down and start recovering quick!
Breathe

>>4314236
Good ideas and poor execution is pretty much a good way to sum up DBGT and parts of DBS, and also the DBS manga.

>>4314241
>And also the DBS manga
Are you calling Voro a good idea?
He's a fucking shit villain I don't even know what he wants.
Like he wants to rule the universe or something but has continually just killed entire planets by eating all their energy.
So what the fuck is he after?
Conquest or destruction?
Why did he ever fucking bother with getting a little jobber squad together anyway and not just eat all their energy?

Also remember that Goku can use the fucking Hakai and seems to have forgotten that it would be incredibly effective at dusting Moro.

>>4314248
Villain that uses magic and thinks around the straightforward protags even when he’s getting his face pummeled is a good concept.

But as you pointed out, Moro doesn’t act very convincingly and he doesn’t use very much magic outside of a few handwavy portions.

>>4314215
+1

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>>4314215
Using magic? You sure you thought that through?
Okay

Let's see if you don't just bleed out while lying down
Best of 4
DC: 15
Crit: 21

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>4314287

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>4314287
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TOYOHACKO SAMA
TASUKETEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Rolled 10 (1d21)

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>>4314302
>>4314294
>>4314288
ohno

Save us RNG SAMA

Rolled 20 (1d21)

>>4314287

Rolled 21 (1d21)

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>>4314314
>>4314315
What the fuck

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>>4314315
>>4314314
So close
Oh well at least you succeed

You try to breathe but each lungful of air only brings a sharp pain like having multiple knives shoved between each rib. It's pretty clear that you suffered extensive internal damage which bypassed all of your natural defenses.
No two ways about it, this has to be treated and fast! But not here.

You drag yourself away from the place by grasping at whatever you can for support. After a little bit of searching you find a secluded little hole where you can crawl in and hide. The very thought of lying down in that filth disgusts you but it can't be helped. Making yourself comfortable in your new place you begin stabilizing yourself. With great effort you manage to slow down your pulse so you have more time before bleeding out. But that's little more than a way to buy time, it's not meant to be a treatment. Unfortunately it looks like you can't exactly begin yet as you feel several lifeforms approaching quickly. And while your place is good they'll undoubtedly find you unless you think of something.
A diversion.

It's risky but you need to devote about half of your attention to securing your position and not healing. Projecting a copy of your own body where you landed you wait for the Tuffles to arrive.
They quickly spot your illusion and start firing their energy based weaponry. The beams pass through the incorporeal image but luckily these technophiles don't know jack about magic. To take them off your trail you make the clone fly out the hole that your landing left and the Tuffles start chasing it. While they were silent up until now the fact that they apparently "lost you" as the illusion faded away makes even them speak up.
"Where did he go?"

"Search the area!"
They spread out with most of their forces flying down into the mechanical city, leaving only a very small amount of them here in the building. It's not ideal but it's still better than having all of them scan the place. Hopefully that'll be enough.

To make most of your situation you return your focus to the restoration effort.
Your breathing slows down as you get to work filling your body with magical energies and rejuvenating your flesh.

You shuffle the broken bits around and substitute any missing bits with raw energy which gets turned into organic matter.
The damage is as follows: Severe internal hemorrhaging, multiple ruptured organs with several of them ready to fail at any moment and multiple broken bones in the torso area. But no clear signs of physical trauma.
An invisible attack concentrated in the torso area which bypassed all your defenses and caused severe internal damage.
These Tuffles know some diabolical shit. And the less is said about the bioweapon that was loaded into the missiles the better.
Viruses mixed with nanobots, all tailored to eradicate anything not mechanically augmented.

These guys... they were bad when you came here but not to this extent. Such armaments are borderline self destructive.
If they somehow got off planet and deployed these they'd bring about untold amounts of destruction. But that's not the impression you got from them. They felt like they wanted to annihilate all organic life sure but they wanted to assimilate, subjugate and expand.
This is nothing but pure destruction.
They've clearly gone mad. Well... more mad.

But this is bad. Healing such severe damage will take a while and spending too much time in here will increase the chances of them finding you.
So what'll it be? Heal yourself as much as possible and rush to the enemies HQ anyway, retreat and rethink your approach... or destroy the defenders?

>Finish healing and keep going
>Go back
>Fight!
>Other?

>>4314495
>>Go back

Heal and portal back, I say. Our kids and the allied Tuffles might know a better way of approaching Lychee’s citadel.

>>4314495
>Finish healing and keep going

>>4314498
Or rather, heal the worst damage so we won’t hack up a kidney if we try to open up a portal.

>>4314495
>Finish healing and keep going

it was a rad weapon wasn't it?

>>4314504
Radiation is the one thing they won't use because they can't control it and it'd fuck them up even more than you.
So no

>>4314504
Bio weapons are hard to defend against unless you have specific and very sci-fi countermeasures, magic, or pillar man-levels of body control.

Even Goku was laid low by a heart disease.

It’s basically making your body do normal functioning stuff to such an extreme that it causes death or damage. Shit that attaches to neuroreceptors and doesn’t detach no matter what your body does is scary stuff. It could cause closure of the throat that can’t be reversed or other stuff. Same with substances that deactivate platelets.

Okay... I guess we'll continue next thread by visiting our friend Dr Lychee, busted up as you might be
But I must warn you this just gimped you quite badly

So I'll be seeing you guys next week

>>4314550
Thanks for the run!

I just hope we can call in some backup or retreat later. We rolled badly, sure, but this showed that Lychee can attack in ways we haven’t even prepared for.

>>4314555
Oh it's definitely not final
Plus Kamin and Oren are still there. You'll just have to fight with a bit of a handicap

>>4314495
>Go back

Just read the new chapter.
What's stopping Vegeta from using forced spirit fission on Moro again? I mean, sure, Moro is going to be more cautious about it this time, and he's stronger than ever, but all they need is a distraction for Vegeta to punch the powerup out of that cunt.

>>4314495
>Continue healing and prepare a invisibility spell to sneak our way in.

>>4315077
Tardtaros shit writing

Holy shit, I just found the biggest hot take Faggotaro ever did
>Vegeta was never one to underestimate his opponent
*cough*
Goku
Frieza
Cell
Buu
Black
Jiren

>>4315385
Don't forget Zarbon and Recoome as well.

>>4315385
BUT SOM, HE KNOWS EXACTLY HOW STRONG HIS OPPONENT IS!

>>4315389
So strong that he still fucks up and let's him vore-boost.

>>4315387
Or... y'know 18

>>4315385
>Vegeta was never one to underestimate his opponent
Link?

>>4316954
Latest chapter of Super
https://mangaplus.shueisha.co.jp/viewer/1006925

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I got an announcement to make! Toyotaro is a bitch-ass motherfucker! He pissed on Dragon Ball!

And to make up for that we're gonna do a run on Thursday!
It'll be a short one and there won't be a session on Saturday sadly

>>4317305
>Toyotaro is a bitch-ass motherfucker! He pissed on Dragon Ball!

Was this supposed to be news?

What happened?

Just a reminder: I'm planning on resuming tomorrow

>>4320570
Whoop whooop

>>4320570
Around this time or earlier?

>>4320623
Around
But like always it'll be a short one 'cuz I have work tomorrow

Even with the injuries you sustained it's pretty clear that you shouldn't turn back now.
If you did all your effort would be wasted and what's more, you'd expose your back to their heavy artillery. Considering what it did to you the first time you'd rather not give them the chance to hit you again.
So there's no way to go but forward, straight into the concentrated enemy forces in the hopes of taking out their leader.
But how?

Well the building is still swarming with drones though a lot less than they could've been, with a great portion of them pursuing a mirage in the air.
Considering that the best course of action would be to go as low as possible and hopefully duck under their radar.
Crawling out of your hole and sneaking around the few scouts they left here, you make your way to an opening in the wall and jump out.

Focusing on alerting the enemy as little as possible you don't fly and instead create bubbles of psychic energy on your feet meant to absorb the shock as well as the sound of your landing.
Hitting the ground like a soft pillow you lower your posture and look around like an alerted animal to see if anyone noticed you. The lack of blaring sirens and blasterfire is a good sign.
Now then... how to proceed from here?

>Look for an alternate path
>Keep a low profile and start sneaking
>They can't hit you if you're faster than their guns
>Maybe you could try some sort of invisibility spell
>Other?

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>>4321795
>Keep a low profile and start sneaking
Commencing Virtuous mission...now.

>>4321795
>Maybe you could try some sort of invisibility spell
Being less detectable is always good
And its almost guaranteed these tuffles can’t track magic energy itself for shit

>>4321795
>Maybe you could try some sort of invisibility spell

>>4321795
>Maybe you could try some sort of invisibility spell

Gambling on the cursed magic eh? Okay but you know what that means

Pray to RNGesus
Best of 4
DC: 13
Crit: 20

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Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>4321855
Watch this shit

Rolled 10 (1d21)

>>4321855
KA KA KA KA KACHI DAZE

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>4321855

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>4321855
Jeez you lot need to calm your magic gambles.

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>>4321862
>>4321858
>>4321857
>>4321856
Don't say I didn't warn you
>writing

okay, it's official
we should call it quits and just portal back to base to heal up despite our pride
don't pull a vegeta and keep going when your skin is about to slough off

>>4321866
I voted stealth for a reason ya know, just saying.
That said, this is for the kids and the people. We will persevere.

>>4321873
I know. Everyone knows if it applies to them
Still though this is fine, well not for you but for me at least

Okay... It's official dice hate this planet. Like the basic DC wasn't even that big and we have been rolling like shit for this whole encounter. Hornestly this is the most frustrating encounter we have ever had.

>>4321880
It's not really frustrating, sometimes you just roll bad. If Nega-Som was...Som, then it might be a headache.

>>4321883
Nah it is frustrating even tought I know its bad unlikely RNG. This basic DC was low and having had the crit fail like 2 rolls before this and one before was cluched so damn hard by the 4th roll certanly leaves an impresion.

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This'd be a lot easier if you could just sneak through the firing line unnoticed. That's your train of thought at least.
And along those lines an idea starts to form inside your mind. Since they seem capable of detecting your timeskip why not try something else? A little bit of magic could go a long way. Like invisibility.
"Yosh."

Putting your fists together you begin casting a spell. After all, maybe your streak of bad luck with the mystic arts is finally coming to an end since you just managed to heal yourself while also hiding from the Tuffles.
First you channel the energy through your body and focus on making it transparent. Your efforts start bearing fruit quite quickly as your clothes vanish and start feeling a slight tingle across your skin.
Your optimistic smile quickly turns into a shocked stare as the barely noticeable tickling turns into agonizing pain, like having your skin "gently" caressed by sandpaper with a little bit of salt poured on the wound.

Staring at your skin in horror you see it slowly fade until it becomes transparent.... Unfortunately everything underneath is still perfectly visible.
A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead as you realize what this means: You gotta do it all over again with your insides as well.
Ripping a piece of your invisible shirt off to bite down on it you continue with the procedure. At the same time you try to muffle your own screams and grunts as much as possible least you get discovered.

Finally the pain stops just as you feel like you're about to pass out.
You've curled up against a wall and your sweat formed a decently sized puddle under you as you were suffering. Hopefully Vados will be able to undo this in a much more gentle manner.
But now that you're done the path leading to Lychees lab should be a cakewalk... Until you step out of the shadows.

Despite walking as quietly as possible and not being in its direct line of sight one of the Tuffle drones turns in your direction as if it caught you in its peripheral vision.
Ducking behind a pile of trash you manage to avoid it finding you but judging by his approaching footsteps it definitely knows that SOMETHING moved.

>Roll for an int check
>You can also guess what's wrong in which case the roll won't be needed
Best of 4
DC: 17
No crit

Rolled 11 (1d21)

>>4321903

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>4321903

Rolled 15 (1d21)

>>4321903
Why walk when we can hover over the ground without releasing energy? That's just asking for someone to see the footprints.
That being said, a number of things might be able to still see us depending on how the spell works. If it doesn't mask thermal, for example...or if it doesn't equalize our magnetic signature to the background.

>>4321921
>Why walk?
Eric is currently contemplating swallowing his tongue
>Thermal
Nailed it!
But you succeeded anyway so...

>writing

As he approaches your heart begins to race even more than it already did. The extra kick of adrenaline manages to clear your head long enough to think about what the hell is going on.
You should be imperceptible to this goon yet you aren't. It's at this moment that it hits you, while these guys also have multiple senses like you they have a few more thanks to their augmentations.
Most likely they have a wide variety of ways to detect you even through your spell.
That needs to change! And NOT with more magic!

With several layers of psychic bubbles you manage to create a sort of insulation that hermetically seals you off from the outside world.
Combining that with your invisibility means you SHOULD be a complete ghost to these tools now.
Moving out of cover you watch as the creature completely ignores you and keeps investigating where you were a second ago.
Mission accomplished.

Using your newly created stealth mode you manage to simply walk past most of their sentries.
After a bit of recovery you manage to pick up the pace and fly for the rest of the way, bypassing those horrid AA turrets as well and reaching Lychees massive fortress.
To your shock the building itself is nowhere near as reinforced as its surroundings, suggesting either a confidence in his perimeter defense or their lack of available armaments.
Whatever the case may be you slip in and see a large amount of automation at work, machines fulfilling an unknown yet obviously malignant purpose.
Conveyor belts, pipes and smaller robots are transporting materials... all seemingly in one direction: Down.
Yet Lychee himself is near the top of the building.

>Ignore the distraction and focus on the mastermind
>Follow the trail and cause some mayhem down there
>Scout the place a bit
>Other?

>>4321964
>Ignore the distraction and focus on the mastermind

>>4321964
>Follow the trail and cause some mayhem down there

>>4321964
>Ignore the distraction and focus on the mastermind
On the one hand, getting rid of the materials will prevent a sudden interruption from the super death machine if we end up in a protracted fight with Lychee.
On the other hand, we learned from HIT of all people. Assassinating this fuck in one clean blow is likely. And he'll definitely be way more on guard if he knows something is in the facility causing mayhem.

Hmmmm looks like we're goin' up
>writing

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As much as the strange machinery leading to the abyss interests you there are bigger fish to fry right now. And if you start causing some mayhem then killing Lychee will definitely be much more difficult.
Searching the whole facility you look for a way to reach the top which ends up being much harder than you initially assumed.
The building doesn't seem to have anything similar to stairs or even traditional elevators. Instead it appears that the one and only way to get to the upper levels is via a large machine that the lesser drones use to transport huge quantities of salvage to the upper level.
Looks like leaving the place was not a concern for Lychee.

Hijacking one of the elevators you ride straight to the top and feel confused along the way.
There are no stops between the ground floor and the topmost one. A quick scan of the place reveals that all that these levels contain are endless amounts of machinery, wiring and tubes carrying electricity and materials topside.
The pieces begin to fall in piece as you realize what they're doing. It was odd that they carried so many resources here since the planet is pretty barren. They are building something. And they don't care what they have to dismantle to make it.

Finally you arrive at the peak where many small and unintelligent robots begin unloading their heavy package.
As you quietly sneak past them you see what some of the barrels and boxes contain. They begin pouring liquid biomatter into vast tanks where they are mixed with various other substances you can't identify. It almost looks like it's alive.
Various displays like this one can be seen all over the floor where either biological compounds are mixed or gargantuan machines buzz with who knows how much electricity in them.

If you had to guess the megalomaniacal monster responsible for all this is probably standing in the middle of all this, while also probably monologing. And you're mostly correct.
He's certainly speaking to someone, perhaps the voices in his head.

"Not much longer...
Just a little more and it will all be over! Yes!
We'll make those bastards pay, all of them! Don't you worry. I have it all under control."
The good doctor seems to be worse for wear than the last time you've seen him.
He lost an entire arm and had to replace it with pure machinery. To top it all off he seems immobile and has to be held up with some sort of a harness.
You see several cables leaving his body and going in the same direction: Away from Lychee.

With his back exposed like that he'd be such an easy target.
But to attack him you'd need to drop your psychic bubbles which would alert everything on this planet to your presence.
So you have only one shot.

>Go for the kill
>Search the area for any traps
>"Hey jackass!"
>Other?

>>4322059
>Search the area for any traps

>>4322059
>Search the area for any traps

>>4322059
For some reason I have the strong and sudden urge to portal Lychee to the middle of nowhere and cut him off from everything.
>Search the area for any traps

>>4322077
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Okay
Roll the dice
Best of 4
DC: 17
Crit: 21

Rolled 1 (1d21)

>>4322116

Rolled 12 (1d21)

>>4322116

>>4322118
>>4322121
Whelp do or die time.

Rolled 15 (1d21)

>>4322116
cunts

>>4322125
Looks like this planet has been after our blood.

1 more guys.

Rolled 16 (1d21)

>>4322116
YAMERO!!!!!!!!!

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>4322116

>>4322142
Have mercy...they're so close together

Damn it... SOM can we now play as the twins going to save Eric? Eric's well he is taking another crit fail...

>>4322143
damn near 30 seconds apart, I don't think it's close enough

>>4322145
HOLY SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT!
I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THIS IS ANOTHER CRIT FAIL!
Erm... okay

Guess we'll be switching to the twins then...

>>4322150
Uhuh. Fuck this planet its bad luck.

Quite the gay session

>>4322150
On one hand true defeat of Eric opens new posible narratives for both twins and Eric. On another still sucks donkey balls.

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You walk around Lychee a bit just to check the area for any potential traps, ignoring the old guy who's still busy talking to himself.
It may be unbelievable but there are simply no signs of any traps being in place, nor any sort of security system meant to keep the doctor safe.
This piques your curiosity. Why are they so damn confident?

Looking around a bit harder you start tracing the wiring leaving Lychees body to see just what he's connected to.
It becomes clear that it's not just him, the entire facility seems to be connected to one spot on this level. All the wires from the lower levels come here alongside massive cables which transfer gargantuan amounts of energy from the lower levels.
From the look of things it appears that they are pooling all their resources in one place. Just like with the twins.
But now with an utter disregard for the survival of their species or their planet.
A machine mutant.

But this one is huge, much larger than the other kids combined and it's obviously geared towards one thing and one thing only: War.
While kids were obviously meant to conquer the universe but even their bodies were meant to be lived in after the fact, they were and still are the future of their race. This... thing is nothing more than a monster, a being that's meant to just blindly destroy.

As you take a step back from the horrific thing you hear an amused chuckle coming from behind.
"So... It's not to your liking I take it?
Good."

When did he-
"SHIT!"
You look over your shoulder and see the giant come to life as living, growing wires shoot out from its body and coil around yours.

"You gave us quite a scare. I have no idea how you managed to get past everything but if you thought our ultimate weapon would fall for such tricks then you're a bigger fool than we thought! We could hear your heartbeat quite easily!"
At Lychees command the giant gives you a squeeze which makes the wires draw blood from your body. Screams fill the dark chamber as your previous injuries come back thanks to the machines less than gentle ministration.
"After all that you did... after ruining everything... it's only fitting that you'll help us get our revenge... on everything!"
Lychees eye begins to flash red as he gives a command to the rest of his race.
"Begin full assimilation! We found a suitable core! Hatchiyack will be born soon!"

The giant behind you begins to move while still attached to everything. The wires draw you in as its chassis opens up, revealing a writhing mass of worm like machines and a grotesque fleshy substance.
Before you're completely taken in by the abomination you see Lychees body going limp, his voice now echoing in your head as it became a part of this monster.
And perhaps to mark its own birth Hatchiyack crushes Lychees lifeless corpse underfoot.