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Chapter 8: The Peacekeeper and the NEET

It was early in the morning.

The sun had just finished setting up in the sky and I was concluding some stretching with Krillin before going for our usual sparring session.

Three months had gone by quickly and uneventfully as I dived my entire being in the training.

Differently from what I had learned from Kami, the Kame Kata was stricter and much more difficult to get hang of it. It was standard martial arts with the same rigorous regiment, if not harsher.

With Roshi being over 100 years old, I wasn't much surprised with the rich list of moves the Turtle School offered and I was eager to sponge all that I could through the period of peace allowed by the lack of major baddies coming around and making any issues worth of serious attention.

But while I focused mostly on training, by going through the same tasks the old master would offer to a younger Goku and Krillin, I would still make some trips away from the island to visit West City and check on Bara or Bulma.

It was right during the first few days of training that I ended up arriving at the Capsule Corporation to finally met up with the heiress to company.

Bulma was happy to finally get to know the 'newcomer', and she was interested to inquire more about my origins and my own discretion over a certain degree of stuff.

She didn't go too personal, but she proved to be incredibly pushy when she wanted a genuine answer out of it. It was surprising how someone like her could easily be this confident while speaking with someone as strong as I was without even flinching at the few times I would get irritated by her queries.

Bara was there when it happened, and she offered her own input and interrogation. The brunette was curious, but compared to someone that had been around Goku and other fierce warriors for years now, her momentum was weaker early on.

Then I started to hang a lot around her, to try and get her distracted from trying to bury herself in her work. The efforts were half-successful with the researcher finding minor annoyance each time I would try to get some of her 'precious time that should be spent in her projects'.

Easy to irk when she was close to a breakthrough, I would learn that she had the means to 'retaliate' at my insistence by suddenly increasing the difficulty of the simulations.

And I wasn't particularly happy to be trashed out quickly by an overpower and smug Space-Australian after having dominated the match for several minutes. It was an easy way to kill out my fun during these instances.

But despite her best efforts to appear unwilling to go around town, even at the promise I was going to pay for the expenses, she was quick to jump at the chance of trying out anything at the local Arcade.

It was impressive how someone could pull a sudden 180 all because of the 'Lair of Gamez', the modest-sized building housing multiple arcades and modern consoles for people of various ages to use after paying the proper costs.

Maybe it was the fact that it was entertaining and it had to do with technology, but I was also sure that it was mostly about entertainment. Especially when she took the habit of inquiring whenever we were out of her workplace if we were going to visit the bowling alley.

Bara was decent in the first times she visited the place, but then she picked up some 'training' by researching from books describing the 'sublime art of bowling'. I joked about it when she mentioned it, but then I realized that her pattern was improving each time.

She was making several strikes and while I should've been feeling glad of how pumped up and happy she would get by winning against me, my own plight of her demanding as reward the chance of touching my tail proved to be a good dampener of m good mood.

It didn't help that she looked so adorable while trying to approach my poor tail without squeezing at it too harshly. It was still unpleasant no matter how careful she was with her strength, but I decided to not back away from those bets as I knew those were a major factor in getting her out of the labs.

And while I was making progress in opening up and learning more about the mysterious researcher, I was also paying attention over Silver's endeavor with his organization.

They proved true to their words when they started to appear more and more on the news with the way they were handling situations within the boundaries imposed by the laws. Weapons were registered if needed, injured people from artificial or natural disasters were stabilized before being sent to professional doctors, and King Furry himself had spoken favorably about the development.

It was still a strange thing to know that the world was ruled by a dog. But I was glad said doggo was good at this job. Most of the time. (Ignoring the complete waste of human lives by employing the Royal Army against monsters beyond Earth's own means to defend itself.)

Three months had gone by and… I felt ready to finally interrupt training and resume my trip around the world.

This spar with Krillin was going to be the last one for a long time, but I was glad that things had gone the way they did. The short human had improved immensely by having someone strong to spar against, just like I did, and I was fairly sure that I took him a step beyond what his current self should've managed in the original timeline.

Giving each other a quick nod, we flew up several meters away from the Kame House.

After the first 'unofficial' spar, we had learned from trying to fight within the limited space of the island, especially with Roshi being quite easy to irk if anything happened to his property.

So we reached up and stopped once we were both enough distant from the small building.

"It's been fun," The bald martial artist commented happily. "I hope you're ready."

I smirked. "I think we both know the answer to that already."

Quick banter, there wasn't much need of talking as we both took the Kame stance.

A single moment of quiet and peace… before the world exploded in a gust as we rushed at each other.

Krillin adopted a more aggressive pace, a complete change from the usual balanced attitude he would keep early on during our spars. He really wanted to prove a point and… he already did by breaking the 300.000 milestone two days earlier.

Still, I wasn't going to refuse his silent request, and I returned his aggression with my own.

Gone was my previous understanding of combat that would rely on quick-paced planning of combos. Now I favored something a little less orthodox and more convenient from the way these fights were meant to be really fast.

With my body growing more accustomed to the specific moves disciplined by the intense training, I could allow myself to divert most of my attention in switching more elaborate patterns instead of settling for brief results.

After exchanging some blows, I decided to back away and use a swift 'Solar Flare'. My distraction worked half-decently, and I almost forgot that the short warrior was quite accustomed to the technique itself to know some ways to counter it and remain mostly untouched by it.

But despite this little advantage Krillin had, I managed to get the distraction I really needed, allowing myself to gain enough distance from my opponent to shoot him with a rapid Masenko.

It was low-powered, but the speed and the intensity were enough to get some damage in as the yellow beam struck his arm.

The former monk yelped in surprise at the swift beam, but he recovered quickly despite the bruises appearing on the damaged limb.

His untouched hand lifted up above his head as a familiar disc-like ki-construct formed above his head.

"Kiezan!"

Smiling as his trademark technique rushed towards me, I decided to give him a fright and… react dangerously at the approaching attacks.

I rushed at the 'Destructo Disc', and Krillin looked incredibly shocked as I nimbly dodged it last minute. He decided to test my capacity to dodge by throwing more Kiezans, but I continued to increase the surprise factor by easily dodge them while keeping up with my approach of the ki user.

A kick drove on his stomach, staggering him a little. And it was more than enough for me to exploit the various openings left there by the mix of shock and pain.

I wasn't paying attention if I was either punching or kicking, only that I was keeping him busy with a strict barrage of moves that I had learned during the two months. It took him a couple of moments to recover, but soon we found each other engaging in an intense stalemate.

Some of our attacks matched, nullified most of the power created with each strike.

I felt rather confident that I was going to end that close encounter, mostly because I knew that I had greater stamina than Krillin.

But then I was reminded that there wasn't much fairness in this kind of battles, and soon the former monk proved me that I wasn't 100% prepared for the things he was holding onto.

"Gyah!" The single yell was accompanied by a quick burst of ki-enchanted gust of air that pushed me away.

I felt my entire body vibrating at the attack, but there wasn't true damage behind such an attempt and…

It was all a distraction.

Instead of resuming the brawl, Krillin brought his hands to the side as he prepared a Kamehameha.

Grinning at the chance of clashing against the technique, I decided to try out a variant of the technique I had learned after seeing Roshi use it before my eyes.

While one could easily disdain the original 'posture' adopted to form the energy beam, I quickly found out after seeing that version of the Kamehameha that… it was actually better.

There is a reason why it was called Max. Power Kamehameha after all.

With my right arm arching upward and my left arm reaching from downward, I finally cupped both palms in front of me before pushing them back.

"Kamehame-!"

I felt the energy surging already in one of the densest ball of ki I had ever created, but I waited for it to stabilize and concentrate even more.

Krillin shot his own Kamehameha, looking determined to conclude this spar at once.

And I was more than happy to oblige by unleashing my full power beam of destruction.

Another strange detail about this version of the Kamehameha was that it was a darker blue compared to the original one.

It was easier to distinguish which of the beams was right and, just as I had expected while I was preparing the technique, my opponent's attack was suddenly pushed back the moment it clashed against my own.

I didn't put too much strength behind it, but I knew that if Krillin got hit by my beam it would've seen him defeated and with a couple more of cuts all over his body.

A bright light ensued as the former monk was struck by my Max. Power Kamehameha, only for the brightness to cease as quickly as it came.

Blinking at the tired-looking guy, I approached him calmly and with a small smile settled on my face.

He couldn't continue with these conditions and I gave him a Senzu bean to recover from the wounds.

Krillin sighed, but he seemed particularly satisfied with how things went considering his extreme disadvantage.

While he was fighting at his best, I was holding back at 30% and still beating him by a fair lot.

It was incredibly unfair how the power growth between a human and a Saiyan was this much different, especially when said Saiyan knew how to properly train at the maximum effort and to the very limit.

I really devoted myself in the harshness of the training, and for a couple of moments each day I would understand why Goku found it incredibly satisfying.

It was like stress-relieving. The chances of burning up energy and strength in a couple of seconds to properly gain major boosts in the long-term process.

My muscles were more refined, my control over my Ki had increased immensely, and I could now lower or rise my power level at my own leisure instead of relying only on the limiter in my tracksuit.

Once we were back on the island where the Kame House was, we were greeted with pleased nods from Roshi. The elder had watched the fight unfolding, seeming rather glad that it hadn't escalated enough to inflict any damage at his house.

"I can see that you two decided to go for one last spar before you had to leave, John," The old man pointed out mirthfully. "Still, I hope you know that the Kame House will always take you in the eventuality that you might need help."

"I'm glad to hear that, Master Roshi," I replied with a bow. "And I will be paying visits once in a while. I know it might get lonely in here."

"Nonsense! I'm not some elder in need of company," He huffed tiredly, but then looked a little bit embarrassed. "Now, if you were a lovely lady-"

"And the moment is gone," I interjected dryly… before letting out an amused sigh. "But I will still visit."

"Just keep focusing on dealing with this 'Cell' and help us with the Androids when they strike," Krillin suggested. "We will be fine. Plus, I wouldn't have to deal with Maron's… strange comments."

"I think we can agree on that."

I had completely forgotten about the airheaded woman. Maron was one of the few characters in the series that one can't help but forget for obvious reasons. She was still engaged with Krillin, and I had the 'pleasure' to meet her… only to be barraged with flirting from her part.

I didn't do anything on that as I was perfectly aware that the short martial artist was already having trouble making this relationship work. It didn't help that the naive woman was unable to restrain some of her comments during lunch and dinner.

Even Roshi seemed to completely ditch the hopes of actually get 'something' lewd out of the opportunity, and I was glad that Krillin had mentioned his own intentions to break up with her earlier than in canon.

It was going to be tough, but he was going to get someone far better. And I really love that ship, so there is no 'hopefully' or 'maybe'. I was going to see that romance happen, one way or another.

"Actually, before you go, I have something that I wish for you to keep," The old man stated as he pulled out a capsule from his orange jacket. I took it out of his hand and he continued to speak. "As of now, you've officially graduated from the Turtle school. This is the training gi you've been using until today. Wear it proudly in the battlefield and defend the honor of the Turtle Way."

My eyes widened in surprise at the gift and I bowed my head again. "Master Roshi, I- I was there just for a couple of months and-"

"You had the basis to martial arts when you first came to my island, and now you've attained a proper understanding of the Kame taka," He rebuked sternly. "Don't think that you're receiving this out of how strong you are or because of your state as a Saiyan. You trained as my disciple, you never strayed away from the just road of learning, and now you can go around and be proud of what you achieved in these three months."

…

"I understand," I muttered, a smile returning to my face. "I shall wear those with pride when the greatest fight shall come."

He offered a smile of his own and I spared one last farewell before taking off from the place.

Flying away from the place that had been my home for so long, I prepared for what was going to be a lengthy period of peace-keeping.

One that will have to start by West City since Bara had mentioned that she was going close to finish the latest update to the Scouter.

Once I was close enough to the large metropolis, I went through my usual routine of entering the urban settlement by foot. It would've been awkward to just fly around and expect people to ignore the 'flying being'.

While strange circumstances like Dragons, dinosaurs and other unusual creatures were well-accepted, there was no 'properly-documented' human that could exactly fly around without either a jetpack or a flying car.

Plus, I kind of enjoyed wandering around West City and see how vast and densely populated it was. There was never a time where I would get bored of strolling around and checking for the few shops occupying large sections of the quarters in there.

But today was going to be different. Instead of wandering around to explore some more, I had plans to check on a comic shop in the city that I had already visited with Bara.

I had heard the brunette mention that the newest update to magazine she liked would be released on a monthly basis and I knew that she had yet to get the chance to check for this month's release.

Deciding to bring her that as a gift, I made my way toward the small building that housed the shop, blissfully unaware that things weren't going that well in that section of the city.

My simple ignorance would soon be shattered when, as I turned the corner for the road that directly led to my destination, I found myself pushed back by a wave of… something.

I tensed up, my eyes widening in utter confusion and seriousness as I could relate the strange feeling to the very one I would get when someone would unleash the full might of their ki.

It was powerful, but it wasn't Ki that I felt. I continued to walk towards the shop, only to pause again when I felt another burst and several windows within the building cracking in fine pieces of glass.

Dread filled my chest as I rushed to check what was happening inside the shop and… I was greeted with the most unusual and unexpected of sights.

"What do you mean you've never heard of it?!" The girl standing by the counter yelled fiercely as she stared at the shivering shopkeeper. "I've been coming here for months now, and you're going to tell me that you never heard of Naruto? What kind of comic shop is this?!"

The girl was wearing a blue hoodie with its white hood raised up to hide her face, a pair of white short pants that reached her knees, and blue sandals.

I frowned in disbelief when I noticed the Uchiha fan symbol embed on the back of her hoodie.

I didn't need to think twice about it to realize that this wasn't a normal situation for this dimension and… I sighed as the familiar girl seemed hardly able to restrain her frustration.

Knowing that letting her get angrier would erase the entire city, I merely approached and hummed.

"You know that this isn't Toki Toki City, right?" I questioned calmly and her reaction at these words was instantaneous. Her head swiftly turned to glance at me in a moment of shock and confusion and there I saw her black sclera and dark-blue eyes.

"What?"

"This is West City, Age 764," I replied calmly. "I think you got the wrong shop, miss."

She stood silent and tense for a while, and I was half-convinced that I had somehow turned her in a statue… but then she groaned and facepalmed.

"That's why this city is so small..." The Majin turned to spare a sheepish look at the confused shopkeeper. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make this much of a ruckus when-"

"It's alright," I interjected calmly as I turned at the frowning man with a small smile. "I will pay for the reparations."

Just as the guy nodded at my offer, the girl returned to glance at me with renewed confusion and irritation.

"I did the damage. I'm supposed to pay."

Not when your father is Mr. Popo, my dear.

"I will pay for it," I pressed firmly, ignoring the sterner glare I was getting from the girl. "Also, I suppose this month's release of 'High Minds' is already out."

The owner of the shop nodded.

"Then I would like to buy a copy."

As the man retreated on the small warehouse behind the counter, the Majin resumed with her unwillingness to let this matter settle.

"I will pay for the damage," She admitted fiercely and I blinked, narrowing my eyes back at her.

There were a couple of things I knew about her, but if there was something that I knew would work to get her to shut up, it was her greatest passion.

"You bear the Uchiha clan garments, and yet you behave like a foolish brat that can't accept a rightful compensation for the lost time," I sternly rebuked. "Where is your pride as Uchiha? Where is your acceptance of something that should be just natural to the Clan, Flanny?"

Her eyes widened at the lengthy speech, and her surprised state extended long enough for me to pay for the reparations and the magazine. I really expected it to last well beyond I was gone from the shop, but just as I vaulted the doorstep I found a sudden weight latch onto my back, with a pair of blue sleeves wrapping around my neck.

"How do you know my name?" Flanny inquired with a surprised tone. "Actually, how do you even know about Naruto?"

I tensed up at that situation. I hadn't expected for the girl to literally pull a move that would've made Baki Hanma proud.

Goddammit, why am I dealing with this senselessly overpowered being now of all times?

"I just know," I replied curtly, only to get a huff out of the girl as she continued to hang on me worse than a leech. "Please, let me go."

"First you tell me how you know who I am, and then maybe I will let go of you.2

…

"I know your father."

I really hoped that was enough-

"Yeah, what about it? I know he never talks about me to anyone."

Fair point, I kind of forgot that Flanny was neglected by the large majority of her family. Especially her pops and her big sister. Which is why she got endeared by the edginess owned by a certain Uchiha avenger in Naruto.

Instead of offering another excuse, I just started to walk and… wander off towards Capsule Corporation.

"H-Hey, you can't just ignore me!" She exclaimed, tightening her hold over my neck.

…

"That's just rude. I mean, I'm being rude by doing this but- that's not the point, how do you know who am I?" The Majin pressed on, unwilling to submit to silence much to my growing irritation. "You know that I'm not getting off until you talk, buddy."

…

"Come on, don't be a stranger- actually, you kind of are," Flanny resumed once again, this time switching the topic. "I don't know your name."

I sighed. "John. John Bukharin."

"That's an odd name," She replied dryly. "Are you sure your parents loved you at birth?"

I frowned at that. While that was supposed to be an insult I should've been offended by, I could also taste a deep degree of irony in that line.

"Flanny."

She hummed. "Yes?"

"Don't go down that route. I'm trying to be polite- get off."

…

"Nope."

Oh for fuck's sake!

"Look, don't you have to buy a volume of Naruto? Why don't you go and get that stuff done instead of pestering me?"

A sigh came from beside my right cheek. "That's why I want you to tell me the truth now. I really want to buy that volume."

"Then..." I tried to come up with a way to get myself away from being annoyed even more by this circumstance but… I sighed, opting to return to full silence.

"Then? Don't just end that like… like that," She said before letting out a quiet yawn. "I swear, you're being boring on purpose."

…

"I really, really want the truth… but-" Another yawn. "But your shoulder is really, really soft."

Blinking at those words, I kept quiet for a little longer and… I was greeted with silence.

Did she just-

I glanced to the side and saw her head resting on my shoulder, her lips slightly parted as she softly snored.

It was in that very moment that I noticed the sleeps bags underneath her closed eyes. I forgot that I was dealing with a NEET.

I arrived at the Capsule Corporation quietly, ignoring the various stares I was getting from scientists and workers alike. I bet this entire situation I had with Flanny was quite ridiculous, but then again… I was already strange enough to steal glances on a normal basis because of my tail.

Bara was immensely amused when she first noticed the 'utterly adorable' scene I was part of. The brunette allowed me to carefully let the Majin take some rest by one of the couches that were there in the lab. A blanket was fished out by the living quarters nearby and settled over the sleeping girl's body.

"So, what's her story?" The young researcher inquired while glancing briefly at the first pages of the magazine I've given her. "She doesn't look anything of what I've seen until now."

"She is… the daughter of someone I respect and fear at the same time," I replied with some nervousness. "I can't say more without bringing you in an unpleasant situation."

She adjusted her glasses. "How much 'unpleasant'?"

"Hellish pocket dimension kind of unpleasant."

A soft whistle left her lips. "That sounds rough. Were you subjected to it?"

"No, but… I'm aware it exists," I explained with a sigh. "And that he can and probably will send me there if anything bad happens to her."

Bara allowed just a nod in my direction before she returned to glance at the sleeping Flanny.

I was about to ask her about the update planned for the scouter… but then I froze as I felt a chilling power level starting to approach the room. I turned to stare at the currently shut door, eyes widening the more I felt it approach and… soon the door opened.

His steps were quiet, he was silent, but the arms crossed closed to his chest and the familiar shirt were enough to confirm his identity.

Vegeta glanced at me and only me, ignoring the other occupants in the room.

"Follow me."

Gulping nervously, I offered a quick nod at the confused-looking Bara before I rushed out to follow the Prince of All Saiyan (which were just a handful, really) around the building.

He didn't say anything, only leading me left and right… until we arrived to a room I was partly familiar with. It was the training room that he was using to adapt to higher gravity pressure.

"Your name," He demanded quietly, making me frown for a while before he had to turn around and scowl at me. "I will not repeat myself.

"John. John B-"

"Is that an Earthling name? What is your Saiyan Name?"

…

"My name is John Bukharin. I was born on Earth," I replied calmly, drawing even more irritation out of the proud alien.

"You think you can just spite over Saiyan traditions? Do you think I will allow you to be like Kakarot and just disgrace our race even further."

…

"Yes," I commented carefully, trying to be as sassy as I could without getting killed. "By the way, nice shirt."

Maybe I should've restrained myself over that from the way he was now growling at me.

"If you think you can do that, then you will have no problem in showing me that you can just come here and bring shame to the Saiyan race," Vegeta said while pointing at the large room. "Prove it."

…

Is he challenging me?

…

I think he is.

Holding back a chill, I proceeded to walk inside the room, with the older Saiyan following shortly after. The door closed behind us and I was allowed to pick the furthest spot of the arena from the entrance as my starting point.

He prepared his stance, smiling at the fact that he was twice as strong as I was in terms of raw power. Even more considering he might be holding back on me to humiliate me even more.

I took my own stance, which was a variant similar to Goku's own when he first fought the Prince.

He seemed to realize. He looked even more pissed and… I prepared to tap at my unpleasant transformation in case things turned badly for me.

There was silence… and then the world broke in a gust of wind as we rushed at each other.

AN

Citing Mr. Popo to explain John's situation: "He's ded!"

But yes, three months have gone by, and now we have a new permanent member to the team.

She was one of the main heroines in the TFS Dating Sim game, she made a cameo in a couple of videos in the TFS channel… here is Flanny! (And not Flambé as a certain Puddin would say.)

Current Power Levels:
John Bukharin:
360.000 (Post-Timeskip 30%);
1.200.000 (Post- Timeskip 100%);
Krillin:
320.000 (Post-Timeskip 100%);
Flanny:
1.000.000 (Suppressed - Untrained);
Vegeta:
3.000.000 (100%)

REVIEW Q&A!

Breakaway2: His potential growth is slightly inferior to DBS Broly, but training will make up for it.

Dragonfighter11: I've always thought of that version of SSJ to be limited to just Universe 6 Saiyans. So I will not apply it as a general rule for Saiyans in Universe 7.