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Chapter 7 - Stand By Me: Saiyan Stands Unleashed and Paradise Found

The morning was calm and peaceful until a huge splash shattered the silence. Startled by the noise, everyone rushed outside to see what was happening. They were shocked to find several space pods landing in the nearest lake. As the pods opened, King Vegeta emerged from the first one, his face reflecting concern.

Approaching Fasha, he asked, "Do you know how worried your crew were? They kept bugging me. Do you know a place where thousands of us can fit nicely?" Fasha was at a loss for words, and King Vegeta's expression grew angrier.

Just then, a member of the Speedwagon Foundation stepped forward and spoke up, "You can move to the ocean. We have an empty bunker that could fit your spaceships. It was going to be used to ward off the vampires of Dio, but it seems like your needs are more important."

King Vegeta took off his scouter and handed it to the speedwagon foundation member to tell everyone the coordinates to the bunker.

The journey to the bunker was long and treacherous, but eventually, the group arrived. They marveled at the size of the bunker, which was larger than anything they had ever seen before. It was located in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but water surrounding it. As they approached, the sea seemed to open up to welcome them.

The pods smoothly entered the bunker, fitting perfectly into their designated spaces. The group disembarked and explored their new surroundings. The bunker was equipped with everything they needed to survive, including living quarters, food and water supplies, and medical facilities.

As King Vegeta negotiated with Dr. Briefs about technology exchange, the others began to settle in. Fasha was fascinated by the new world and couldn't wait to explore it further. Avdol and Joseph were busy setting up a training area, while Holly and Suzy Q were in charge of organizing the living quarters.

As Fasha pulled Jotaro towards her crew, she couldn't contain her excitement. She was practically bouncing on her feet as she introduced Jotaro to the Saiyans. "Jotaro, this is Bardock, Gine, Nappa, Tora, Shugesh, Borgos, Leek, Taro, Beets, and Prince Vegeta," she said with a grin.

Jotaro looked around at the group of muscular warriors, his eyes wide in surprise. "Nice to meet you all," he said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

Prince Vegeta looked Jotaro up and down, sizing him up. "What's your power level?" he asked bluntly.

Jotaro furrowed his brow in confusion. "My what?"

Prince Vegeta scoffed. "Nevermind, I can tell you're not a Saiyan. You're weak," he said, turning away.

Fasha rolled her eyes at Prince Vegeta's attitude. "Don't mind him, he's just grumpy. He'll warm up eventually," she said, giving Jotaro a reassuring smile.

Jotaro nodded, still feeling a bit uneasy around the intimidating group. He was introduced to the other members of the group, including Gine, Nappa, Tora, Shugesh, Borgos, Leek, and Taro, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

Bardock stepped forward eying him up. "So how are your reflexes" he formed a familiar stance. "Go easy on him, I don't want you to break him." said Fasha.

Shugesh looked at Fasha for a moment then whispered something to Borgos and nappa. Nappa let out a laugh.

Then they turned back and Shugesh spoke. "Since when do you care about men, Fasha have you fallen for him or even worse drew blood."

Fasha blushed.

Jotaro looked around the group awkwardly, feeling the tension in the air. As he realized that no one was going to answer Jotaro's question, she pulled him away from the group. He followed her, wondering what was going on.

As they walked a few feet away, Fasha looked back at the group staring at them. She noticed even Prince Vegeta stealing a glance their way with a small smile on his face, although he kept his arms folded, still looking disgusted.

Fasha leaned in close and whispered to Jotaro, her face growing redder by the second. "Drew blood means," she said, "it means that if any of our species draws blood during kissing or any other sexual act, our mating hormones kick in, and we can't keep our hands off each other until the other has a child."

Jotaro's face flushed with embarrassment. "I think I drew blood earlier when you know..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

Fasha put her hand in her pants and felt a scab on her butt. She started to panic. "Oh no, I have a scab on my butt. What if it makes the hormones worse?" she whispered to Jotaro, clearly worried.

Jotaro placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, humans don't have to deal with that, and I'm too young anyways."

"That makes sense," said Fasha. They both turned to look at Leek as he shouted, "Kiss already!" Fasha's face turned even redder and Jotaro looked away, his cheeks glowing. Fasha couldn't help but notice how close they were standing. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and if she wanted to, she could touch his big muscles. Jotaro's hands twitched as if he was thinking the same thing. Fasha looked at his hands and gave him a nod.

Jotaro's hands moved to her waist, and then he surprised her by firmly grabbing her butt cheeks. Fasha was startled at first, but then she realized how gentle he was being. She stretched out her arms and grabbed his sides, feeling the muscles under his shirt. She then moved her arms around his neck, and they melted into each other. Fasha's head was resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. They stayed like that until they heard a muffled laugh and the sound of a camera going off twice. They looked over to see the group staring at a photo, and Holly taking pictures.

"That Fasha, always kill first and ask questions," Bardock said with a chuckle. "This explains why she fell for this human. It's almost as bad as if she drew blood," Vegeta added with a smirk. Fasha was concerned, but Jotaro placed a comforting hand on her back. "She's really going at it. I guess our little practice with our specialty training paid off," Gine said with a grin. Fasha looked scared as memories of Gine putting on a strap-on and telling her to suck it till she couldn't, flooded her mind, but this time she knew she'd gotten a very sticky reward. She came back to reality to see all her friends staring at her. Fasha's face went back to normal as Jotaro hugged her.

A kid older than Vegeta came by, and he had longer hair that went down to his feet. Jotaro looked around at the group of Saiyans, amazed at their unique biology. He had never encountered a species with such a trait before. Fasha pouted as Jotaro left her side to approach the long-haired kid. She watched as he wrapped his jacket around her, and she breathed in his scent, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.

Jotaro walked over to the new kid, a young Saiyan with long black hair. "Are you going to get a haircut?" he asked, gesturing to the boy's hair. The other Saiyans looked at Jotaro in confusion. They couldn't understand why he was so interested in something so trivial. Tora spoke up, "You mean your hair isn't naturally short?" Jotaro paused, realizing that the Saiyans had a genetic limit to how long their hair could grow.

He asked the next obvious question, "If you cut your hair, does it never grow back?" The Saiyans nodded in agreement, and Borgos added, "Once it's cut, it's gone forever."

Jotaro couldn't believe it. "That's wild," he said, shaking his head. "I can't imagine living with the same hairstyle forever."

The kid tugged on Prince Vegeta's sleeve, whispering, "I found girls our own age, they look beautiful." The prince's interest was piqued, and he followed the child's lead. Fasha knew all too well that there was a scarcity of Saiyan girls Raditz and Prince Vegeta's age who were not somehow related to them. As the two of them ran off, Jotaro was left confused. "Who was that?" he asked.

"That was our son Raditz," Bardock replied, gesturing towards himself and Gine. There was a brief pause, and then the atmosphere grew quiet.

"So, where are your babies?" Jotaro asked, breaking the silence. "I don't hear any crying, or anyone holding them."

This question seemed to shake everyone. "You mean to tell me that you have to deal with that?" Fasha asked incredulously. "You don't have an incubation machine that you put your unborn child into until they are 3 years old?"

"No, it's all natural," Jotaro replied simply. The idea of an incubation machine was foreign to him, and he had never even considered such a thing.

"Do you want to go see?" said Fasha. Fasha led Jotaro towards the center where the two ships stood, her body wrapped in his jacket. The ships loomed ahead of them, their sleek metal frames glistening in the light. "What are those things?" Jotaro asked, pointing towards the ships.

"One of them is King Vegeta's ship," Fasha replied, gesturing towards the larger vessel. "And the other is the medical ship. King Vegeta's ship has space pods that eject from his main ship."

Jotaro nodded, his eyes widening in awe as they approached the medical bay ship. The ship's bay doors were wide open, revealing a bustling interior filled with scientists of different alien races scurrying around hundreds of incubation chambers of babies.

They climbed the ramp and entered the ship's interior, which was divided into several sections. One section was dedicated to the incubation machines, while another was for first aid. There was a separate area for medical and mental care, with broken bones, coma patients, healing tanks, and chairs for therapy.

Fasha gave Jotaro a guided tour of the medical bay, pointing out different machines and equipment along the way. Jotaro couldn't help but feel impressed by the level of technology and care that went into the medical ship.

Jotaro and Fasha exited the medical ship. They went around the bunker Jotaro showing Fasha. Jotaro and Fasha walked around the living quarters of the bunker, exploring the different sections split by gender. Jotaro showed Fasha the girls' living quarters first, pointing out each bed post with a name tag and luggage stored underneath. As they went around checking for Fasha's name, they came up empty, which made her concerned. Jotaro placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, which made Fasha happy. She breathed in Jotaro's scent from his jacket and wondered if he would ask for it back. She secretly wanted to steal it and keep it for herself.

Jotaro then led Fasha to the men's side, which was identical to the women's side with the names of the men on the bed posts. They searched for Jotaro's name but couldn't find it. Jotaro explained that it made sense because they already had a place to stay and his mom really liked Fasha. Fasha nodded in agreement, but as she processed his words, her face turned redder.

Fasha and Jotaro exited the men's side of the living quarters and stopped as Broly, Cheeli, and Paragus walked by. Fasha and Jotaro stepped to the side to let them pass. Broly gave a friendly wave as he went up the stairs, but Paragus remained silent. Cheeli followed behind, making her way to the girls' side of the living quarters.

Curious, Jotaro asked Fasha, "Who were they?"

Fasha replied, "The kid who waved at you is Broly, and the man behind him is his father, Paragus. The alien girl with them is Cheeli. They were all picked up from a planet called Vampa."

Fasha and Jotaro walked towards the sounds of training, their footsteps echoing in the training area. Jotaro couldn't help but notice Fasha's tail wrapped around his leg, and he looked down at it curiously.

"So, what's up with your tail?" Jotaro asked, genuinely intrigued.

Fasha, still wearing Jotaro's jacket, replied from within its comforting embrace, "What do you mean? All Saiyans have tails."

As they continued walking, Jotaro observed Fasha's demeanor. She seemed happy and different from the angry girl he had initially met. He couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't getting angry at her, despite the attention she was giving him and the commands she had given him before. He recalled the moment when she made him touch her by grabbing her butt, and he felt a strange mix of emotions. It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain.

Then, he remembered how he had given her his jacket, how he had comforted her and been unusually nice to her. Jotaro pondered over these actions and realized that he couldn't bear being away from her. There was something about Fasha that drew him in, something that made him want to be by her side.

Jotaro and Fasha stepped into the training area of the bunker, where Avdol and Joseph were engrossed in a battle with their stands, Magician's Red and Hermit Purple respectively. Jotaro nodded, eager to train his own stand, Star Platinum, and improve his abilities.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Fasha looked around and asked, "What's going on here?" Suddenly, it dawned on Jotaro that Fasha wasn't aware of their unique abilities. He was internally screaming for not explaining it earlier.

"We have these strange abilities that manifest as separate entities," Jotaro explained, gesturing towards Avdol and Joseph. "Only those who possess these abilities can see them."

In response, Fasha decided to demonstrate her own power. She focused her energy and began levitating off the ground, much to the surprise of Avdol and Joseph, who paused their training to watch her in astonishment. "You can't do this?" said Fasha.

"This power is called ki, or your life force energy. Anyone can unlock ki. It might take you a long time. Just focus on your core and feel the energy." They all nodded in understanding, intrigued by the concept of harnessing ki, or life force energy. Jotaro, Avdol, and Joseph joined Fasha as she landed gracefully and assumed a meditative position. They followed suit, sitting down and positioning their hands together, mimicking Fasha's posture.

With closed eyes, they concentrated on their cores, attempting to tap into their own energy reserves. Fasha led by example, focusing her thoughts and visualizing the energy within her. Gradually, a faint yellow glow emerged between her cupped hands, indicating the presence of ki.

Inspired by Fasha's progress, Avdol, Joseph, and Jotaro continued their meditation, channeling their concentration and determination into unlocking their own ki. Time passed, with the group maintaining their focused positions for approximately ten minutes. As they persevered, a similar energy began to materialize between their joined palms, mirroring Fasha's earlier feat.

Excitement and a sense of accomplishment filled the air as they witnessed their progress. The prospect of flying piqued their curiosity, prompting Avdol to inquire about the technique. Fasha, still basking in the thrill of their newfound abilities, shared her knowledge with the group.

"It will take time and practice, but you need to focus on your ki and channel it downward," Fasha explained, her voice filled with encouragement. Although she couldn't believe they would grasp it so quickly, she knew that everyone had to start somewhere. After all, she herself had spent a week honing her flying skills.

As Fasha turned her head, a glimmer of sadness appeared in her eyes. "This is amazing," said Avdol. "Fascinating," said Joseph. However, Jotaro, ever perceptive, noticed Fasha's melancholy.

"Hey Fasha, why do you look sad?" Jotaro descended from the air, his presence commanding and reassuring. He landed beside Fasha and placed comforting hands on her shoulders. At that moment, she felt a wave of warmth and support from her new friends.

As Fasha observed her companions gracefully soaring through the spacious bunker, a mixture of awe and gratitude swelled within her. The newfound ability to fly had brought a sense of liberation and excitement to their lives. Curiosity brimming within her, Fasha voiced her thoughts, breaking the silence that enveloped them. "How is it possible?" she questioned, hoping for some insight.

Jotaro, ever the calm and composed one, offered his perspective. "I believe our powers, or stands, are somehow connected to ki," he mused. Fasha nodded, contemplating the correlation between their extraordinary abilities and the life force energy known as ki. His hands, still warm on her face, provided comfort and a connection that she couldn't help but yearn for more of. However, Fasha wondered if Jotaro shared the same feelings.

Lost in her thoughts, Fasha closed her eyes, focusing on the world around them. At that moment of deep concentration, she felt something peculiar—a presence beside her, distinct yet familiar. It was Jotaro's ki, and alongside it, she could also sense the unique energy signatures of Joseph and Avdol. Opening her eyes, Fasha's gaze met the inquisitive eyes of her companions.

Excitement tinged her voice as she relayed her discovery. "I can sense your ki, Jotaro. And Joseph, Avdol, yours too," she revealed, a sense of wonder lacing her words.

"How do you do that?" Jotaro inquired, his curiosity piqued. Fasha met his gaze and smiled gently. "Just focus on the world around you, let your senses extend beyond the surface, and you'll be able to perceive multiple distinct energies," she explained, her voice filled with a sense of calm assurance.

Taking Fasha's words to heart, Jotaro, Avdol, and Joseph closed their eyes, immersing themselves in the realm of heightened awareness. Time seemed to stand still as they honed their perception, reaching out to the unseen energies surrounding them. Moments passed, and then they opened their eyes, a newfound understanding glinting in their expressions.

Jotaro leaned forward, drawing nearer to Fasha, their connection growing stronger with each passing second. His voice, hushed and filled with a mixture of protectiveness and sincerity, brushed against her ear. "If you ever find yourself in trouble, know that I can sense your presence. I can feel the strength within you," he whispered, his words resonating deep within her.

A surge of warmth enveloped Fasha's being, spreading through her like a gentle embrace. It was a comforting realization, knowing that Jotaro's abilities extended beyond their shared experiences, offering a form of protection and support. A soft laughter escaped her lips as she felt the brim of Jotaro's hat tickle her face, a lighthearted moment that seemed to symbolize the growing bond between them.

They walked side by side, stepping out of the training area and into the open space of the bunker. Jotaro's mind was filled with questions, pondering the subtle emotions he had sensed from Fasha earlier. He couldn't help but notice the tinge of sadness that flickered across her face when he left her alone for a brief moment.

Lost in his thoughts, Jotaro's gaze shifted towards Fasha, who was still wearing his jacket. The sight of her enveloped in his familiar clothing sparked a comforting warmth within him. He observed how she would occasionally bury her nose in the fabric, inhaling deeply as if drawing solace from the scent. It was a small act that held a certain charm, reminding him of their shared bond and the unspoken connection they were forging.

Jotaro couldn't deny the gentle tug in his heart whenever he caught Fasha's delicate scent mingling with the familiar aroma of his jacket. It was an indescribable feeling, a sense of belonging and familiarity that wrapped around him like a protective embrace. He found himself cherishing those moments, appreciating the simple yet profound significance they held in their growing relationship.

Fasha and Jotaro's attention was abruptly drawn to a commotion nearby. As they approached, a gathering crowd formed a large circle, their voices filled with anticipation and excitement. The familiar voice of Prince Vegeta pierced through the air, dripping with arrogance and disdain.

Within the circle, they caught glimpses of a fierce confrontation. The sound of fists colliding and the thud of a body hitting the ground echoed through the scene. Their eyes widened as they recognized the figure standing tall amidst the chaos - it was Broly, the powerful Saiyan they had encountered earlier.

Broly, undeterred by the earlier altercation, rose from the ground with an intimidating presence, cracking his knuckles in preparation for another round. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the crowd held their breath, uncertain of what would happen next.

Then, emerging from the crowd, Prince Vegeta stepped forward, his regal demeanor evident despite the dust and sweat on his body. His voice dripped with a mix of superiority and disdain "Had enough," provoking him further.

Fasha's concern spiked, her instinct urging her to intervene, but she hesitated, realizing the futility of her interference. However, Jotaro's eyes were fixed on Broly, a mix of curiosity and concern etched across his face.

Paragus, Broly's father, pleaded desperately, his voice filled with warning and worry, "Stop Broly, don't do it." The air hung heavy with tension, each second stretching as the standoff continued.

Vegeta and Broly paused their confrontation, their intense stares momentarily broken by the unexpected presence of a determined blue-haired girl who bravely stood in front of Prince Vegeta, her arms outstretched in a protective gesture. Alongside her, Cheeli placed a hand on Broly's clenched fist, attempting to defuse the tension that hung in the air.

The crowd fell into an uneasy silence as the girl spoke, her voice carrying a firm conviction. "Stop this. Fighting won't lead to anything but more pain and suffering," she pleaded, her words resonating with a sense of wisdom and compassion. Vegeta's face flushed with a mixture of anger and wounded pride, his inner turmoil evident in his expression. "I must win, for my pride is wounded."

Jotaro, intrigued by the unfolding scene, whispered to Fasha, seeking clarity. "What is pride, exactly?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. Fasha leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, as she attempted to explain. "Think of pride as the unwavering determination to achieve something, to become stronger. It's closely tied to one's identity and the will to protect what is important to them," she answered, hoping to shed some light on the complex concept.

Bulma Briefs, the blue-haired girl, stood as a beacon of reason amidst the tumultuous clash of egos. Her presence intrigued Fasha, prompting her to inquire further. "Who is that blue-haired girl? And why does she have the audacity to intervene?" Fasha asked, her curiosity piqued. Jotaro, with a hint of admiration in his voice, responded, "Her name is Bulma Briefs. She's the daughter of Dr. Briefs, the head of all technology departments within the Speedwagon Foundation. He plays a crucial role in negotiating the trade of technology with Your king."

"You've regained your pride, you've avenged the wound to your pride," Bulma pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of concern and relief. Broly, with blood dripping from his lip, stood there, the physical manifestation of his struggle. Prince Vegeta, his glare lingering for a moment, reluctantly turned his head and walked away, with Bulma faithfully by his side.

Observing the aftermath of the intense confrontation, Jotaro remarked, "The tension was really high for a couple of children." Fasha nodded in agreement, offering an explanation. "The Saiyan race is bred for combat, so even the young ones, known as Saiyan cubs, are prepared for anything. They adapt quickly, learning to walk and talk soon after emerging from the incubation chambers."

As the crowd dispersed, Cheeli stepped forward and gently wiped the blood from Broly's lip, her gesture filled with care and compassion. The Saiyan community, with its inherent readiness for battle, now shifted gears, returning to their daily routines, leaving behind the echoes of the conflict that had momentarily consumed their attention.

Jotaro and Fasha reunited with Bardock's crew, joining them in discussing the intense fight they had witnessed. Leek and Taro shared their excitement, recounting their favorite moments from the battle. "So did you see the fight," said Leek. "It was intense, " said Taro. "I liked when they…" "So what is the plan?" said Prince Vegeta approached, his demeanor focused and direct. Bardock said "Jotaro was going to show us earthlife," Jotaro affirmed this with a nod of agreement.

The crew soared through the giant doors that opened to the outside world, feeling the exhilarating rush of wind against their faces. The sheer magnitude of the moment filled their hearts with excitement and anticipation. The sound of Raditz's voice echoed behind them as he chased after them, desperately calling out for them to wait and not leave him behind.

After what felt like hours of flight, the crew finally landed in the serene town of Morioh. Fasha took in the tranquil surroundings and remarked, "This place seems quiet."

Jotaro, walking alongside her, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's a pretty peaceful town. But that doesn't mean we should let our guard down."

As they leisurely strolled through the charming streets, Jotaro pointed out various notable landmarks and buildings, offering a brief but insightful tour of the area. He shared intriguing anecdotes about the town's history and pointed out popular hangout spots where locals would gather.

The group absorbed the sights and sounds, immersing themselves in the unique atmosphere of Morioh. They exchanged smiles and engaged in light-hearted conversation, enjoying the relaxed pace of life in this idyllic town.

Their attention was drawn to an elderly couple who had set up a small roadside stall, selling an assortment of intriguing items. Bardock, always curious, found their selection fascinating, his eyes fixating on a peculiar suitcase held by the woman.

"This item is quite rare," the old lady commented, her voice carrying a hint of mystery. The old man, seemingly intrigued, inquired about the price.

Sensing something amiss, Jotaro's demeanor shifted, his instincts kicking's gaze locked onto the suitcase, his mind racing with possibilities. There was something about it that fell off, a sense of danger lurking within. He couldn't shake the feeling that it held something significant, something that could potentially disrupt their peaceful day.

Bardock glanced at Jotaro, noticing the change in his expression. "What's with the suitcase?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Jotaro's voice turned low and urgent as he replied, "That's not just any ordinary suitcase. It's a Stand Arrow."

The group exchanged concerned glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. They understood the potential danger that lay before them. With caution, they approached the elderly couple, their senses heightened, ready for whatever may unfold next.

In an unexpected twist of events, the suitcase abruptly opened, and the Stand Arrow shot out with alarming speed. The piercing arrow found its mark, striking Prince Vegeta's crew, Bardock, and Fasha, leaving them wounded and stunned. Enya, the old woman, vanished into thin air, leaving Jotaro momentarily locked in a gaze with her.

As the arrow continued its relentless path, it impaled the old man who had accompanied Enya, causing a surge of concern and uncertainty to ripple through the group. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon them.

From the depths of the enveloping shadows emerged a young man, his presence an unsettling disruption in the tranquility of their surroundings. Swiftly, he snatched the Stand Arrow from its resting place, a relic teeming with untold power, and with an air of secrecy, returned it to its concealed case and picked up the old man. Jotaro couldn't escape the bone-chilling sensation that coursed through his veins as his gaze locked with the enigmatic stranger, a palpable tension hanging in the air, thick with intensity and unease.

As abruptly as he had materialized, the stranger receded back into the shadows, dissipating like smoke, leaving the group injured and bewildered in his wake. Jotaro's heart sank, heavy with despair, burdened by the weight of uncertainty. The stranger's motives remained shrouded in obscurity, their encounter leaving them on the precipice of an unknown abyss, brimming with ominous possibilities.

A veil of foreboding settled over their already arduous journey, casting a sinister hue upon their every step. The need for answers and resolution burned within Jotaro's core, intensifying the urgency of their mission. With each passing moment, the stakes escalated, entwining their lives with a web of inscrutable darkness that threatened to consume them all.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Fasha's touch on Jotaro's shoulder brought solace, and their wounds rapidly began to heal. It became apparent that they possessed the strength and worthiness to withstand the Stand Arrow's effects.

Just as tension filled the air, Bardock's scouter burst to life with urgent news about Kakarot, his beloved son. The distressing message revealed that Kakarot was now afflicted with a severe fever, sending shockwaves of concern through the group. Acting swiftly, they hastened their steps, making their way back to the safety of the bunker, where Joseph took on the responsibility of shedding light on the enigmatic phenomenon known as stands.

Gathered in the hushed atmosphere of the medical bay, they stood before Kakarot's incubation chamber, their expressions etched with worry and anticipation. The soft hum of machinery provided a backdrop to their shared unease, as they waited anxiously for any signs of improvement, hoping that their comrade would find the strength to overcome this formidable challenge.

Then Bardock taught the humans about ki and how to fly. The stand users were naturals because they were using their energy to manifest their stands. Badock was focusing as a red energy came out forming a humanoid punchy boi like star platinum. The figure was wearing a burial gown. His stand handed him a card. On the card was this:

Stand Name: Porpoise Song

Ability: Life and Death Removal

Desc: Users can remove the concepts of life and death from their target, making them neither living or dead, and simply vanish from existence. They may even be able to counter Life and Death Manipulation and Samsara Manipulation.

Activation: at will

Range: 41 m

Power: A

Speed: A

Range: A

Durability: B

Precision: A

Potential: B

He showed Jotoro the card. "So It has the same type stats as star platinum." Porpoise Song grabbed a nearby plant which vanished like the 'Nileseyy Niles Disappears' meme. "That's a powerful stand we could have used against dio." said joseph. The stand disappeared back into the bardock. "My turn next" said fasha. Purple energy appeared around her as a human figure appeared. It was female in saiyan armor. She handed her a card on the card it read.

Stand Name: The Name of the Game

Ability: Effect Generation

Desc: The user can make effects happen without a cause or agent, bypassing causality/causation/cause and effect. Other than perhaps the use of their power, the cause is nonexistent when this is done. For the most part, the effect of something needs a cause to happen, but that is not the case with this power.

Condition: at will

Limit: [Inability to Regulate Emotions]

Range: 49 meters

Power: D

Speed: D

Range: B

Durability: C

Precision: C

Potential: B

She showed it to everyone. As the name of the game touched old joseph. Then there was a flash of light as there stood young joseph. As he said "oh no." they all looked at him in astonishment. The name of the game hands fasha a card. Effect: ultimate lifeform pillar men lasts forever. She gives it to joseph. He stares at it. Then he places it in his pocket. "My turn" says gine. As a pink aura surrounds her. As a female figure appears. She gives her a card. On it says.

Stand Name: different colors

Ability: Conversion Negation

Desc: The user can transform other beings back into their original species and can also restore the lost limbs. For example, the user can turn a vampire back into their original species, or reverse a non-hereditary werewolf's lycanthropy.

Condition: at will

Range: 43 meters

Power: E

Speed: D

Range: B

Durability: B

Precision: C

Potential: E

She showed the card to everyone. Different colors placed a hand on Joseph's arm as the mechanical arm fell to the floor as a new hand took its place. Joseph was excited he was about to high five different colors then he didn't because he was afraid it would transform him back to an old man. Taro stepped forward as a blue aura enveloped him as a humanoid figure appeared. He handed a card to him that read.

Stand Name: loaded gun

Ability: Weather Weaponry

Desc: Users can create or wield weapons with power. The power of the weapons depends on what they were created for or on the user.

Condition: At users will

Range: 0 meters

Power: D

Speed: C

Range: E

Durability: A

Precision: E

Potential: B

He showed it to everyone. Then he picked up the mechanical hand that was on the floor. Loaded gun touched it. Then it exploded. "Hey, that was an antique," Joseph said in a sarcastic tone. "Out of the way it's my turn" said prince vegeta. As a black aura surrounded him. A humanoid figure appeared with a pink shirt with letters that spelled bad man on the back of it. He gave him a card that read

The reflex

Ability: Performance Art Manipulation

Desc: The user can manipulate performance arts or summon them, anything that has to do with singing, acting and dancing, allowing them to manipulate plays and music, how good or bad the performance art is, how "realistic" the performance art seems to be, etc.

Condition: Perform one (1) pull-up

Range: 32 meters

Power: D

Speed: B

Range: C

Durability: D

Precision: A

Potential: A

Prince Vegeta's face goes white as he thinks about his secret dance sessions. "Son why the hesitation, are you going to show us?" said king vegeta. He reluctantly shows it to them. There was silence. Then nappa laughed. The reflex snapped his fingers and nappa had to talk in Haiku's until the prince was satisfied. The prince knew Nappa hated poetry. Then nappa stepped forward And said. "It is my turn now, so behold my awesome stand, I hate vegeta" there was a clap from prince vegeta. "Show us your moves" said prince vegeta. A white aura came out of Nappa as he started posing against his will. A human figure jumped out of nappa. It did a backflip, landed and bowed with a card in his hand. Nappa took the card it read.

Classic man

Ability: Magic Ascendancy

Desc: The user possesses abilities beyond the laws and scope of magic, resulting in the user being of unfathomable power and capable of incredible feats; their powers are inexplicable to any form of magic and seemingly accomplish completely illogical/irrational actions/effects to it, while also being immune to any and all magical problems. The potential effects are innumerable in possibilities, as they can accomplish apparently everything imaginable with very little exposition as to how it is done

Range: 12 meters

Power: D

Speed: B

Range: E

Durability: B

Precision: C

Potential: E

Nappa his stand, classic man, to make it snow. There was silence then. There was applause. Lemo stepped forward. A stand came out and handed him a card.

Eat it

Ability: Consumption Inducement

Desc: The user can induce consumption into target, meaning that they can feed anyone anything without even having them take it through the mouth. The object/food is instantly placed into the target's body and the consumption goes from there.

Condition: At users will

Range: 9 meters

Power: A

Speed: E

Range: E

Durability: C

Precision: E

Potential: B

Lemo showed the card. King Vegeta said "you are the back up cook, do not poison any of us."

"Oh, I can help with that." said fasha. As the name of the game touched lemo and handed him a card. Effect: can only cook good food for friends and allies forever. Broly stepped forward as a green aura erupted around him as a giant figure sprang up from broly. A card appeared in his hands. The card read.

Stand Name: Iron Maiden

Ability: Divergence Inducement

Desc: User can cause the target, (living being, object, environment, etc.) to diverge, change or split from its main course or path, causing things like events, roads, trails, groups, evolution and even alternate realities to split apart, which can lead to new or different things.

Range: 33 meters

Power: a

Speed: a

Range: a

Durability: a

Precision: a

Potential: a

"You forgot about me." Said raditz, tarble and turles. Raditz stepped forward, a blue aura surrounded him as a male figure popped into existence. There was a card said.

Stand Name: Action! Not words.

Ability: Xenopsychic Reality Warping

Desc: The user can manipulate the fabric of reality via the thoughts and imagination of others, rather than themselves. Using their thoughts, they can bring whatever they were thinking at the time from an alternate reality by copying it.

Condition: Whole body

Range: 44 meters

Power: E

Speed: C

Range: B

Durability: B

Precision: E

Potential: C

Raditz showed them the card. Tarble approached with a blue aura around him. As a humanoid figure came out and handed him a card. He shows everybody.

Stand Name: here comes the sun

Ability: Clown Physiology

Desc: Users with this ability either are, can transform into or mimic the appearance, attributions, and traits of clowns or anyone, thus gaining special abilities.

Condition: always active

Range: 29 meters

Power: C

Speed: C

Range: C

Durability: E

Precision: B

Potential: E

Prince Vegeta said "looks like the arrow mocks us." but then his stand began to change, transforming to the thing they feared. Before going back inside tarble. Then turles stepped forward, he helped with the machines in the medical area. As aura surrounded him, giving him a dragon suit of armor. It looked red with a green crystal in the middle and right guantlet. He had a card. He showed everyone.

Hot-blooded

Ability: Draconian Machine Physiology

Desc: User with this ability either is or can transform into a bionic being with Draconian form/power, allowing them to have abilities beyond that of mundane/ordinary machines. This could be due to the machine originating from Draconian origins or a machine that is affected by a source of draconian power.

Condition: At users will

Range: 44 meters

Power: E

Speed: B

Range: B

Durability: A

Precision: E

Potential: B

There was a voice coming from the right gauntlet. "Boost." the gem said. The armor faded as Broly lifted his hand for a second with aura around him. Then he lowered it. He walked out of the ship. They followed him. Outside wasn't the bunker. The medical ship wasn't a ship anymore, it was a proper medical building. Instead, there was a big island with houses and tropical trees. It was paradise. It looked like it was always there. Furthermore, it must have been the work of his stand. Jotaro nervously turned to Fasha, hoping she would say yes. "Do you want a second date? The first one wasn't really romantic," he said, trying to sound casual.

Following Broly, everyone left the bunker to find themselves outside on a beautiful island. The medical ship had transformed into a proper medical building, and the surroundings were adorned with tropical trees and houses. It was a paradise that appeared to have been there all along. Prince Vegeta couldn't help but wonder if the transformation was the work of his stand, contemplating the mysteries of its power.

Fasha and Jotaro looked around, exploring the neighborhood in search of Fasha's house. They walked hand in hand, taking in the sights and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, they came across Fasha's house, but something in her made her hesitate.

"Fasha, is everything alright?" Jotaro asked, sensing her uncertainty.

Fasha looked up at Jotaro, a mixture of emotions playing across her face. "Jotaro, I don't want to be alone tonight. Can I... stay with you?" she asked, her voice filled with vulnerability?

Jotaro nodded, understanding the underlying request in her words. He gently pulled Fasha's jacket closer to her, offering her warmth and reassurance. "Of course, Fasha. You don't have to be alone. You can stay with me," he replied, his voice soft and comforting.

Fasha's worries melted away as Jotaro's words sank in. She felt a sense of relief, knowing that she had someone she could rely on. She leaned into Jotaro, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. In the process, Jotaro's arm inadvertently found its place between Fasha's breasts, making him feel self-conscious.

Jotaro blushed, feeling a bit awkward in the unexpected position. He quickly adjusted his arm, trying to find a more comfortable position for both of them. "Uh, sorry about that," he mumbled, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

Fasha giggled, her laughter echoing in the air. "No need to apologize, Jotaro. It's just a little accident," she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Jotaro couldn't help but smile, realizing that Fasha's lighthearted response helped alleviate his embarrassment. He relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy the warmth of their embrace and the closeness they shared.

They stood there for a moment, taking solace in each other's presence. The world around them seemed to fade away as they held onto each other, finding comfort in the simple act of being together.

At that moment, they both knew that they had found something special—a connection that went beyond words and actions. It was a slice of life, a tender moment between two individuals navigating the uncertainties of their feelings, and discovering the joy of being in each other's arms.

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The evening had settled in, casting a dark hue over the surroundings. Fasha, Avdol, Joseph, Holly, Suzy Q, and Jotaro returned to Japan, landing gracefully outside the Joestar residence. With a sense of familiarity, they made their way inside, ready to unwind after their eventful day.

Feeling a mixture of exhaustion and emotional heaviness, Fasha sought solace in the comfort of her own bedroom. She undressed herself, slipping into her nightwear, and climbed under the covers, hoping for a restful sleep to wash away her sadness.

However, as Fasha lay there in the quiet of her room, her mind started to wander. Thoughts of Jotaro and the desire for his company began to occupy her thoughts. An intense blush spread across her cheeks, and she could feel her body responding to these intimate thoughts. Her pajamas clung to her skin, damp with perspiration, particularly in her crotch area.

Compelled by her yearning, Fasha made a bold decision. She quietly tiptoed out of her bedroom, careful not to disturb the others, and moved towards Jotaro's room. As she entered, her eyes met the sight of Jotaro soundly asleep, his figure peaceful and relaxed.

Without hesitation, Fasha approached him, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She carefully slipped into the bed beside him, seeking the warmth and closeness she desired. As Fasha nestled against Jotaro, he stirred slightly, sensing her presence. In his half-awake state, he instinctively reached out, drawing her closer and resting her against his chest.

A surge of contentment washed over Fasha as she felt Jotaro's embrace. His unconscious act of cuddling brought her a sense of reassurance and a feeling of being cherished. With a newfound tranquility, she allowed herself to succumb to sleep, finding comfort in Jotaro's arms as she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

At that moment, the worries and sadness that had plagued Fasha seemed to fade away, replaced by a tender connection that transcended words. It was a simple act of seeking solace and finding it in the arms of someone she cared for deeply.