The early morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a pale glow across the room. I groaned, feeling the weight of grogginess settle over me like a dense fog.
My head throbbed from the wine I'd drowned myself in the night before, its dull ache a reminder of things I'd rather forget.
"Yannnn…" I stretched, dragging myself from bed, my body protesting every step.
"What happened to me? I feel so weak.
Damn, I need tea." I shuffled to the kitchen, fumbling through the motions as the kettle boiled, hoping the heat would shake away the hazy memories lingering in the back of my mind.
The first sip hit my tongue, warm and bitter, jolting my senses. Bit by bit, fragments of the night before pieced themselves together in my mind. Memories of Celeste and Julia, thoughts that had driven me to drink… It all came back. I couldn't help but laugh wryly.
"Damnnn… I really shouldn't have drunk that much."
Deciding to get back on track, I picked up the phone and dialed Mia. It was time to get my plans rolling.
"Ring… Ring… Ring…"
The click on the other end was immediate. "Boss?" Mia's voice came through, bright and clear.
"Mia, did you buy all the materials I requested according to the list?"
"Yes, boss, everything's ready."
"Good, have them sent to the lab as soon as—"
She cut me off with a dramatic sniff. "Boss, you know, last night… you really did too much. Now you'll have to take responsibility, boss."
My heart skipped a beat. "Wait—what? Did I… did I really do something like that? I… don't remember…"
A soft sob broke through the line. "You're going to pretend it didn't happen? Waaaaa…."
"Alright, alright," I said, not knowing what else to do. "I'll… I'll take responsibility, just… don't cry."
Silence. And then, a giggle. "Hehe… just kidding, boss! Nothing happened! I was testing you, that's all." Her tone turned mischievous. "But if you had refused to take responsibility, I would've called Sister Celeste and Julia. Hmph!" She hung up before I could respond.
I shook my head, still trying to piece together the gaps in my memory. "When did she get so… cheeky?"
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Soon, the lab buzzed with energy as the delivery of materials arrived. This was what I'd been waiting for—a chance to push my research, to bridge the gap between the limits of humanity and the raw, boundless power I'd studied from the Saiyan gene samples.
Over the next months, I delved into the DNA samples from Goku's Saiyan lineage, peeling back layers of cellular secrets that even I hadn't anticipated.
Every cell in their bodies held untold potential. The warrior genes, the enhanced strength, and most interestingly, the S cells.
These cells—tiny powerhouses capable of storing energy—were the key to the Saiyan's strength, their rapid healing, and their capacity for transformation. These S cells shifted in response to training, each one a small step on the ladder to unimaginable power.
The more I learned, the more the truth became clear: human DNA simply couldn't match the Saiyan's capability to store energy within each cell. Humans had it too—but only in muscle tissue, compacted and limited. The difference was night and day.
And for a hybrid like Gohan? It was no wonder his balance of human and Saiyan traits gave him such immense potential. His DNA was the bridge, the balance between human determination and Saiyan capabilities.
I couldn't deny the thought that crept into my mind. I wanted that power. The deeper I dove into my research, the clearer it became: humanity had limits, but Saiyans were only beginning to scratch the surface of theirs. A human could reach the strength of, perhaps, a Super Saiyan God with years of training, but even that was only a fraction of the power of beings like Beerus.
The only way to break those limits would be to change myself at the cellular level, to unlock that untapped potential lying dormant in Saiyan blood.
In the end, I made my decision. I would create a serum—one that would reshape my body at the molecular level, just as Dr. Gero did with his android experiments. It would take years, but I was willing to put everything on the line for this.
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A Year and a Half Later
After may trails of error and experiments , I held the vial up to the light, watching the way the slightly golden liquid inside caught and reflected each glint.
My research was finally complete. A formula built on the foundation of Saiyan DNA, designed to reconstruct my own body's cells and grant me the same potential, the same transformative power.
Before injecting the serum, I glanced at my status panel:
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**No Pain No Gain**
Name: Kairos
Year: 740
Power: 602
Life Stage: 0.00089
Intelligence: 330
Endurance: 320
Ability: None
Techniques: Floating Technique (Level 2), Ki (Level 6), Afterimage Fist (Level 2)
Bloodline: Human
Physique: None
Evolution Stage: 0.00002
Talents:
Mechanical Engineer (Level 7)
Biological Researcher (Level 8)
Mathematician (Level 8)
Cellular Biologist (Level 9)
Researcher (Level 7)
Accounting (Level 4)
Programming (Level 4)
Coding (Level 7)
Genetic Engineering (Level 6)
Gene Expression Data Analyst (Level 5)
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I studied the panel, reflecting on how much my training had slipped over the past year. My power had plateaued, and even with my knowledge, the limitations of my human DNA held me back. I could see it clearly—the panel didn't lie.
"Just one break… and my body already weakens. That's the curse of humanity. We train, and if we stop, it's as if we never started."
I turned back to the serum, resolve hardening like steel. There was only one choice now. I would become a Saiyan—or, at least, something close to it.
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Author POV :
[*You may think that in Dragon Ball Super Beerus told Goku that he used 70% of his total power but you have to know the truth in reality he can perform" introductory part of Self Movement state" (Ultra Instinct).That means Beerus never used his full power at all , he just wanted to motivate Goku to perform better ].
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