Not Like the Movies (Invite)

Ogres were such a pain in the ass, watching over everyone, making sure nobody was causing trouble or whatever. See, they weren’t particularly strong, but it was their numbers that made them dangerous. Also, they appeared to have a liking towards following anyone who showed a bit too much power. Maybe it was preventive, but one thing was sure, it was tiring. Not all was lost, however. During his short stay in Hell, Dosu had picked up a few tricks that helped him circumvent these annoying red and blue jailers. It came in the form of him being able to control the flow of his ki and how much he could put out. Basically, he had learned to make himself appear weaker so as not to draw too much unwarranted attention. With that newfound ability, a whole other world had opened up to him. Being able to sense other people’s relative power and comparing it to his had been both a blessing and a curse. He was thrilled to find out that few could match up to his raw, unbridled power among the denizens of hell. The bad thing was that, sadly, he didn’t have as much of a thrill when it came down to a fight. Actually, now that he thought about it, most people would simply try and avoid him, whatever the reason was. This probably had to do with them knowing how outclassed they were.

Speaking of power, his training was coming along great as well. Sure, he was better off training by himself if he wanted to gain pure power, but the Ashkali tribe had helped him a great deal with overcoming his weaknesses, namely ki control. Getting to know more about his people and their innate power and how to focus his strength to achieve greater power and completely changed him on a fundamental level. Now, he was not scared of powering up or have his power actually hurt him from the recoil. He’d need to practice a whole lot still, but he had grown stronger from all that. This made him think more about whether or not he’d be someone reliable enough for the Stargoons. Would they still accept him once he’d find a way out of here? He had a lot of things on his mind and wasn’t sure if his goals still aligned with those of his comrades. The mayhem he wished to wreak was now very personal to him, rather than being the result of him acting as a representative of evil. He also thought about his killer and how dearly he wanted to make him pay for all he put him through. Ah, how fun these times were going to be! Not that he had a good body, the one he deserved, he felt as though nothing could stop him! Certainly not Saiyans and hopefully no robots either.

For once, he had felt a strong energy he had never met before. Instinctively, he lowered his own energy by some amount, close to what that potential opponent was. It was the first time in a long while since he had a good fight, he certainly wasn’t going to let that chance pass. If that person was a true fighter, then they surely wouldn’t let that chance slip either. Alright, he was getting fired up! He noticed that energy was coming his way. Hah, even better! He only had to wait for them to come. As the figure closed in on him, something felt familiar. It wouldn’t take much more before he saw the person landing…then calling his name? He walked towards the person, suddenly struck with disbelief as he saw her.

“Wait, Bloom? Why the fuck are you here? Did you die too?”

He looked at her head, more specifically just above it at the halo and he immediately saw the trickery.

“Wait, did you think you’d fool anyone by doing that?”

He couldn’t help but smirk at the silly attempt at being clever. Now, if she wasn’t dead, how did she come here in the first place? What’s more, what was she going to think about him? He had grown used to it by now, but his body had certainly changed since the last time. There was the obvious hair and beard that got shorter, but other than that, he looked younger or rather, not as old as he did back on Earth. Maybe he was looking his age, now? Somehow, he also hoped she believed him when he kept complaining about his situation. At the very least, she had a clear proof of it, now.

“So, yeah, I kicked the bucket. I was getting the Dragon Balls to wish for my health to return, but I kept getting weaker. Then I got taken down by that stupid ghost Saiyan and that bug-thing. I guess the irony is that now my wish somehow got granted, heh.”

He had a lot of questions, there had been quite some time since they last met. Since he had any news of the Stargoons, even. Maybe he did care, after all.

“Why are you here in the first place?”

Surely, she didn’t come only to see him.

Despite the time in which he hadn’t seen her, he was rather relived to find out that Bloom was still pretty much the same. Doing all that just for him, especially after he went on his own and died. But if she didn’t go with the rest of the gang, maybe he should reprimand her a little.

“And so instead of helping out, you chose to come here instead? Idiot! They might need you over there! As for me, well I ain’t going nowhere. I guess this is home now, huh?”

He didn’t reciprocate the hug at first, still unsure on how to deal with that kind of stuff. To him, she was only being silly right now, though he was sure it meant something important to her. While he was unable to fully comprehend, he did think he’d rather see her alive and well than over here with him.

“Ah, what he hell…” he mumbled before placing his hand behind her head, getting her closer to him.

She started rambling jumping from a subject to the other. So she brought stuff for him. Huh? What was that about being celebrities? A cult? He felt his brain was about to fry about all that information coming to him all at once.

“Hold on. What did you do to become a celebrity there? And what is this thing about a cult? A lot of stuff happened, huh.”

He looked at the backpack.

“Well, if you gave yourself that much trouble, I hope you brought the good stuff. The food here ain’t bad, but I’m starting to miss all that unhealthy junk found on Earth. I don’t even know if I need to eat anymore, I guess so. If I want to get stronger and all, y’know?”

He tried evading the question for a while. Why didn’t call on them to help him? Yeah, why did he do that?

“I didn’t want to associate the name of the Stargoons with my pathetic self. I knew I was a goner, it was only a matter of when. I figured I’d give it a shot, but I wasn’t strong enough. Don’t read too much into it. What’s done is done and I won’t ask you guys to fetch the Dragon Balls for me…Especially since you want to blow up Namek and all.”

He looked at her getting stuff out of the bag, starting with a couple of weights.

“Pfft! You think these are enough for me? I’ll have you know I’m nowhere near what I used to be. I could defeat anyone now!”

Then came the picture and he stopped. These were some fun times, weren’t they? I wished he could feel nostalgic about it. He slowly got his arm around Bloom’s neck and swiftly brought her to him, rubbing the top of her head with his fist to piss her off.

“Look at you getting emotional on me! If you think I’m gonna cry, sorry to disappoint you!...But thanks, I appreciate it.”

He let her go and picked up the picture. If he had to guess, they were the closest thing he had to a family, didn’t he?

“I’m doing good, by the way. I feel great, actually. Physically, at least. I’m not gonna lie to you, I went through a lot. I know death has stirred a lot of things in me. I’ve lost some, gained others. You know what I want, now? I really feel like beating a lot of people up. No particular reason. I just want to see people hurt all over. That idea makes me happy, I think. I want to come back to life, too. I don’t know how, but I’ll do it. I promised Mumbo, after all. That’s weird, huh?”