(Earth - 15 Minutes Later)
'What on earth am I looking at'
The remaining fragments of my sanity shattered as I beheld the 7 foot 6, dark-skinned mountain of a man with wavy black hair standing in front of me.
His bright red eyes glowed menacingly, carrying an extremely villainous aura. His features were sharp and chiseled, his high cheekbones and firm jawline distracting me from the fact that he had gargantuan, heavyweight muscles―his arms and legs looking like industrial machine components.
The icing on the cake was that his 6 pack abs which were visible, since he was only wearing these white funny-looking Beerus-Style harem pants which were poofy around his ankles, making him look like some sort of mythological deity.
I was genuinely stunned, air knocked out of my lungs from the sheer surprise.
'I guess Broly was the base model of the fusion?'
I personally wasn't very fond of the steroid abuser aesthetic, preferring to look sleek and slim but I guess that was off the table.
My clone suddenly became animated, pointing a finger at me accusingly.
"You're massive!" he said damningly.
A small chuckle quickly cascaded into a deep belly laugh.
"It seems like our wish made us swole," I suggested. My clone started to smile while covering his mouth in shock, half-amused and half-concerned that our bodies had become a borderline parody of what we formerly looked like.
"In any case," he said, putting our appearance to one side. "What's the first thing on our agenda," he asked softly.
I couldn't stop a sly smirk from stretching across my face, my voice carrying that old familiar tone of business—my clone and I were on the same page, since we were in this world for real, we had to have a strategy.
We wouldn't be like the main characters, stumbling into every problem, instead we would prepare and conquer.
I folded my massive arms.
"It has to be the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, right? One year inside is only a day outside. That's unbalanced. We need to exploit it immediately," I suggested.
"We still need food though, especially if we're going to be in there for long―our appetite is also way bigger now and potential hunger pains could cause problems"
He was right.
I frowned, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "What about the Senzu Beans in Korin's Tower? Yajirobe hasn't eaten all of them at this point in the timeline. We can stockpile those."
"Good idea! The Senzu Beans could assist our growth and could even support more clones," he commented.
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I couldn't help but smile, watching the gears turn in my clone's mind in a way which was identical to my own.
'Choosing Baby was definitely the move'
In Dragon Ball World, Baby was the ultimate Android created to be the eternal guardian of the Tuffle race. In addition to being completely organic and absorbing Ki, Baby could split into and merge with identical clones like Metal Cooler.
Although cloning was possible with Ki, each clone wasn't truly autonomous, needing to be controlled remotely.
"Outside of training, what other objectives should we pursue in the short-term," I asked, trying to pick his brain.
He quickly produced an answer.
"Even in our untrained state, we're still far above the peak Power Levels of Earth. We could probably just start interfering now and have a clone leave the Time Chamber and update us whenever we make a major breakthrough," he theorized.
"Interfere? how though?"
"We could get involved with the Red Ribbon Army. Remember in Age 749, they've declared war on the world and are invading villages and cities, in fact, I think West City is under attack soon. Although Capsule Corp can defend themselves, we can still take initiative," he explained.
"That's smart," I said, praising myself.
"Yeah, and we don't necessarily need to abolish the Red Ribbon Army. Remember that they've got Dr Gero and Dr Wheelo working together to mass-produce war robots and Androids, as human capital they're both extremely valuable"
"Imagine if they worked together with Capsule Corp"
"That's the end goal, we could probably rise through the ranks quickly, or maybe we can just threaten them right off the bat"
I chuckled.
"We just appear out of nowhere and boom Commander Red, insisting that the Red Ribbon Army is now under our control"
My clone snickered.
"A gentler approach would probably be better, I agree we should be forceful and fast but also show that we're not dumb, that way they'll actually want to work with us," my clone concluded.
"That's a good plan, if I were to make a suggestion though, I think it would be wise for all clones to work in teams of two"
My clone grinned.
"For the increased psychological support? I agree"
"Let's get things moving then," I said, rising to my feet.
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(Sacred Land of Korin – 15 Minutes Later)
"I can feel the increase in Ki quality already"
My clone and I soared through the sky at subsonic speed, the wind barely registering against our toughened skin. The Sacred Land stretched out beneath us—a sea of green. I beheld numerous towering trees, their canopies thick with vibrant life, reaching toward the sky. The ground was a lush carpet of moss, wildflowers, and herbs, all basking in the soft glow of the sun. The air was thick with a floral, earthy sweetness.
'This is definitely going to be our base of operations'
"Do you also sense all those Ki signatures by the base of Korin's Tower?" my clone asked, a little confused.
I concentrated.
"Yeah, what do you think it could be?"
"It's relatively early in the year, right? Maybe the Festival of Spirit?"
'Oh yeah'
In Dragon Ball World, Korin wasn't just some mysterious deity. He was a martial arts enthusiast—a former student of Master Mutaito, transformed into a cat creature by the Animorphaline drug. His mastery of Ki and his long lifespan made him a kind of freak among Earthlings. After sharing his discovery of the Senzu Beans which naturally grew due to the intense Ki signature of the environment in the Sacred Land, he was quickly embraced as deity by the rural village people that populated the surrounding areas.
The Festival of Spirit, therefore, was a yearly tradition where villagers gathered to compete for the honor of facing Korin himself, and of course, for the ultimate prize: a Senzu Bean.
"If he's hosting the festival, then that means the Senzu Beans aren't being guarded. This is almost too convenient," my clone said with a smirk.
I nodded. "Let's split up. I'll raid the beans; you see what's going on with the festival."
"Roger that"
'Hmph!'
I exerted myself a little, willing the Ki inside my body to increase my speed, a massive acceleration occurring that sent me on a direct collision course with the top of Korin's Tower. Consequently, I reached the landing spot in a matter of seconds.
'Wasn't flight to the top of the Tower supposed to be impossible?'
As a dabbler in magic, Korin had successfully increased the gravity around his tower, setting it to a level that was comfortable for him but just out of reach for even a well-trained earthling.
That being said, my current strength made such a defence laughable.
I moved swiftly, navigating the staircase and moving through the tower, I passed Korin's room, chuckling softly at the mess.
The guy was centuries old and still couldn't keep his space clean.
'Some things never change'
Eventually, I found what I was looking for—barrels upon barrels of Senzu Beans. I couldn't help but grin as I tapped each one, using my Ki to lift them into the air.
'In and out like a bandit. Hmph!'
A faint white aura blazed around me intensely for a few seconds, my feet hitting the ground of the Lookout.
'It's so surreal to see it in person'
I slowed my breathing and applied my concentration, soaking my brain and body with Ki in order to massively slow my perception of time, a cool and niche application of Ki.
'I don't need to move at relativistic speed, just fast enough for me to be undetected when he's off guard'
I grinned deviously as I approached the Lookout's main building. Kami—oblivious—stepped out with a watering can, his eyes set away from me.
He had no idea I was there.
'Let's get to work'