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I made it to someone’s list! 😀

……

How’d THAT happen? 😯 😕

Heheh. Anyway, glad you enjoyed it. ^_^

While I’m at it acouple my favorites are;

–some of Marknew’s stories (you see antagonists all the time, but rarely do you see one’s that can actually get under your skin. Those girls manage to do just that, and it’s pretty unique),

–Redneck Gaijin’s "Hulk-chan" series, (never laughed harder at such a type of story)

There’s more, but I’m bad at recalling, so I may put them in later.

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Luv it all. Cool outfit, and she’s pretty massive. This would make for an interesting fic I think (*drools at the thought of the battlescenes*)

Can’t wait 4 more on the subject.

About the Marvel Team up thing though; what book exactly did that happen in? Sounds old… maybe I can find it though.

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I’ve just recently began browsing the forum, and hav only posted once, I found a link here from magic crayons, but out of all the FMG stories iv seen, i like absurd crossing the most.

will it continue, and if no, can I hav permission to try and pick up where it left off, for I’ve recently been thinking of doing a story, but I think it would be easiest to start off were sum1 else finished.

Yo!

Well yes, though I do plan on continuing the fic, (I don’t know when though; haven’t had the focus at the time to do so) I’ve no problem at all if someone wants to continue it on their own path. Infact I’d love to see someone’s own take on it. 🙂

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It looks like Shulkie’s becoming a top tier character with people like the Hulk and Thor. Woo! I never looked at her seriously before now. And from what I understand, her powerup/current strength level is her new standard, atleast under this writer, (which I think she needed) though I’m sure her physique will vary under different artists.

Man, this kicks ass.

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Woah! Code Name D! Never thought I’d see you here dude. 😆

Remember me? It’s Veggitto! ^_^

Say, will we ever see an end to Ranma Curse of the Ghost Dance?

*looks at topic*

Oh, err, right. Anyway for me, I think the thing that attracts me most about the muscle thing, is about the power that goes with it, especially when it’s much more than it should be. An exponential strength increase I guess you could call it.

Like for instance, a seemingly ordinary woman lifting a car, but then gets buffed and is able to benchpress the Empire State Building. That’s my personal dig.

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Sorry for the long wait, my Id wouldn’t allow me to post it until I was truly satisfied. Which it still isn’t, but that’ll be our secret. It may be an even longer while before the next chapter after this one as I need to think my next moves through, so to speak. Enjoy!

Dragonball: Absurd Crossing

Chapter 6: Three Months and Counting, Training Continues.

Pearly black rock mountain ranges. Whiffs and misses. Parries, chops, blocks and thunderclaps.

"You’re leaving your right unguarded! Is this the ‘perfect defense’ I showed you?!"

Blink in, blink out.

Flicker. Streaks of color dancing in violent symphony.

“Oof!”

"Not good enough! Faster!!"

Chichi ground her bottom lip as she chased after the short blue man, who was giving her the bi-daily ass-whuppin’, easily bobbing in and out of range of the determined woman. It was day 94 in her training with the Northern ‘Lord of Worlds’ in the art of KaioKen. He was particularly impressed with how quickly she grasped the concept of the Fist of Worlds Attack.

‘Either she very disciplined, or she has a very HIGH opinion of herself,’ he’d thought to himself when she achieved the first level. Living with her over the past few months, he had a hunch it was probably both. Of course, his repeated hammering of the high mindstate needed to initiate the powerful art probably had some kind of hand in it.

About afew days after the first month, when he thought she was ready, he’d began the true KaioKen training. She’d grown quite abit overtime, and MUCH stronger, swiftly dwarfing the gains she’d made under her own personal training. She was probably one of the ‘biggest’ women he’d ever seen in the past…err, century or ten, that did not fall into the ‘fat’ category. Not by a long shot.

The pudgy short blue man bounced, bounded and raced up the tall mountainside like a superball with Chichi hot on his heels, attacking him at every chance, every angle, every opportunity. She was wearing another training outfit King Kai made for her; a variation of a chinese garb she wore long ago, tracing back to what she wore the first time she entered the Tenkaichi Budokai. It was with a frog button jacket a pair of matching baggy loose silk pants, a sash tied around her waist. There were some obvious differences, particularly in the colors and the sleeves; her original outfit in that tourney had none, but these were relatively baggy, even on her swollen arms. The outfit was topped off with the Kai’s own personal symbol branded on her back and over the left breast, and a pair of traditional fighting boots.

She was sweating, red in the face, and covered here and there with bruises as she zipped up the mountain after her opponent/master, clashing fist to fist, knee to knee on random intervals.

Portions of the mountain reverberated at every missed blow, as Chichi’s foot or fist would either smash uselessly into a guarding limb of her teacher, or become momentarily lodged into the solid rock. Through the vigorous and rigorous training, North Kai she had grown magnificently strong. ‘Magnificently strong’ however, was obviously a synonym for ‘God’s Punching Bag’ in this case.

King Kai yawned mockingly, having not even broken a sweat yet in comparison to his perspiring student. Reaching the peak of the mountain, the Northen Kai began to run down the otherside backwards, facing his female student as the top half of the mountain cracked apart from the stress of numerous forceful hits, and chased after them in the form of a gigantic ice and stone avalanche. At the point when the avalanche finally made it to the bottom of the mountain, teacher and pupil were already thousands of yards away, the battleground instantly transforming from land to water as Chichi clashed with the Kai over the nearby lake.

As the ravenhaired student lunged at King Kai, the short blue man watched closely as she whipped her foot out in a sharp spin kick. Waiting until her foot was 2 inches from slamming his face, he chose that exact moment to break left in an abrupt 90-degree turn. Her attack flew right through a mere image of him and sent her offbalance in surprise, sprawling across the waters like skipping stone. The Kai of the North watched as she banged headfirst into a large tree on land, hard enough for it snap in two and fall atop of her. The blue man scratched the back of his head, a wide chuckling grin on his face as he hovered over the waters, his legs blurring idly back and forth beneath him as they absently created a ‘hover’ effect to keep him aloft.

Chichi rightened herself and pushed the downed tree away, spitting out chunks of bark and gobs of mud, when the blue martial arts god suddenly appeared before her. He held up a finger;

"Drum,"

A second finger,

"Egg,"

Then a final third finger,

"Time."

Chichi blinked in confusion, staring at the fingers…

"Two things you couldn’t beat, and one you most certainly couldn’t kill with THAT level of skill." Chichi’s eyes blinked repeatedly as she slowly registered what the short man had just said.

"……………………AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Nearby trees that weren’t leveled by the female projectile earlier, were blown out of their roots completely as the two streaks exploded back onto the waters. The fire had been lit like he desired, but now the surprised Kai was struggling not to get burned by it as a tornado of fisticuffs and knife-edge strikes came barreling his way. She came very close to breaking his defense many times, but he quickly regained his defensive balance, gradually dodging around her fearsome punches and kicks once more with returning ease.

Unfortunately, he never saw that tiny stone peeking out just above the surface of the water, but his foot did not miss it as it sent him into a fit of stumbles to regain his balance and rhythm over the water. He managed to do so, but only a scant moment before a loud ‘KiYa!’, and a booted foot came crashing into his cheek. Like a bullet he shot across the rest of the lake before slamming through a horde of trees. When Chichi finally caught up to him, she found him lying on the ground, clutching his cheek in pain.

"Oh, shoot! Umm, I mean, R U alright, King Kai?!" Chichi asked worriedly as she rushed over to check him… but like nothing had happened, the short blue man popped back up smiling.

"Of course; that was nothing for a guy like me!"

"Oh, good! …Umm….are you sure…?"

"Yes! Yes shi yam mo–"

"Err… King Kai, I think your cheek is beginning to swell–"

"Ishmavifurbaly!" The Kai ranted back, spitting everywhere. Chichi wasn’t sure what he said that time… possibly something about standing vigilant, or counting hotdogs. Knowing him, it could be either or both.

<<…Okay Okay,>> the Kai mumbled telepathically, <<Maybe you got me alittle on that attack. Umm… try some solo training for now, eh? It’s almost lunchtime afterall, so I’ll go grab some grub!>>

"Oh, alright then," She agreed, staring at the large swollen bump like a grapefruit on his big left cheek before she regained enough sense to give him a curt bow before he winked out of existence. Her looks of worry soon turned a sense of joy…

"I managed to hit him this time! And good!" She exclaimed with a cocky smile as she smacked her palm with her fist.

"I’m really pepped up now; this would be a good time to try to improve the KaioKen."

Immediately she headed back to the mountains.

—-oooo—-

Back in Heaven at the Cloud 9 Hotel…

King Kai grumbled to himself as he rubbed his aching cheek, Bubbles having finished placing a big first-aid bandage over the large bump.

"H’ ‘kil ish ‘komin ‘long nicey!"

(Her skill is coming along nicely!)

"An ner streenth ‘as gown bi leepsss an’ bownds! Jussas ske-deulled."

(And her strength has grown by leaps and bounds! Just as scheduled.}

"M-magen how stron’ she cud’ve benif she’d chrained mor in’ner pass liftym…"

(Imagine how strong she could’ve been if she’d trained more during her past lifetime…)

He blinked and looked down.

"Hay luhk Mubbles! Sub-Ti-dules!"

(Hey look Bubbles! Subtitles!)

It was true though, her learning of the Shin KaioKen was coming along as fast as he could ever hope, especially for a human being. But of course part of that was thanks to his revised "super training". He surmised from the previous blow she’d given him, that she could naturally be as strong now as Gokou near the end of his training. Her progress was coming just as he projected.

"Stilkneedsta wer kon ‘er Spee-doh, antha tempur."

(Still needs to work on her speed though, and that temper.)

He mentally checked in on her position, and spotted the transformation of the red aura beginning to form around her…

"Krap! Cheez gowin fora tripul alred-D?!"

(Crap! She’s going for a triple already?!)

But his concentration was broken, as he soon sensed an even more… ‘important’ power, right behind him…

"NORTH KAI!!!"

The short Kai leapt 100 feet into the air in shock. Problem was, the ceiling of his hotel room was only 15 feet.

—-oooo—-

About 7 Minutes Previously…

A red blaring gleam of light shined on the side of the mountain, wind gusting across the dull landscape, emanating from a single point, a single burning red fire, a single person. Chichi’s entire torso was now filled out with a sudden layer new muscle, pushing out her swelled breasts further, heaving into the fabric at each of her breaths. She raised her arms, looking at the tight outlining of her large biceps. The hair that had grown over the months was ruffling in the wind just above her now broadened back.

She didn’t need to see her legs; she could feel her once loose, silken pants fitting tightly around her swelled thighs. Sliding into an offensive stance, she threw a cluster of testing punches. The stone wall twenty yards away cracked and sheared from the distant ‘impactless’ blows.

It felt much easier every time she practiced the ‘Fist of Worlds’. The KaioKen was basically a technique that amplified the user’s chi energy. The drawback however was that energy is thus contained inside the body, filling it with power but taxing the endurance. The amount of power in the KaioKen depends solely on how much the body can contain, and therefore, how strong the body is. Atleast that’s she understood it.

Currently she was up to level 2 in the KaioKen, a feeling coursing through her like burning furnace of raw power as she performed a kata of movements. She jumped about, twisting through the air as she leapt and bounded about for a couple of extra moments, stopping after she’d finished her warm-up and loosened her pumped muscles.

"Alright, I think I’ve gotten the hang of two… I’m going for three!" She said as she began to steel herself to push toward the next level. The raging red hued aura flared brighter as she announced her ascension;

"3-Times, KaioKen!!"

Once again, her own pure power grew within her body, making her muscles tighten, then bulge and swell to new heights across her body. Her biceps and triceps stretched her sleeves to the limit before they pushed beyond it. With a sudden burst of fabric, both of her biceps were now exposed to light, near as large as footballs with a look harder than stone, a crease running through the top creating two halves. A vein pumped wildly atop each of them.

She grit her teeth as both thighs pulsed larger into her pants legs to the point where the once loose fitting pants now looked almost as if they were painted on. Another thunderous throb rushed through her body, and a pair of tears exploded open right at the front of her quads, revealing a pair of pillar-like thighs. Her calves were not far behind as more fabric shrieked in pain as they split abrasively, widening the neck of her boots.

She could feel her pectorals expanding and inflating out by 3 full inches, her breasts swelling further than that. The upper portion of her outfit was stretched and strained until it could also take no more. Fighting to get a grip on the mixed feeling of straining pain and intoxicating power through her body, Chichi arched her back intensely. A sudden blaze of power rumbled the landscape while the now firm and large, and getting larger, trembling cantaloupes atop her chest exploded almost completely through the supposedly tough fabric, sending buttons scattering to be flash fried in her aura, and annihilating the bra she wore beneath. Thick strips of clothing now hung draped over her shoulders and torso like a shredded haltertop, hanging down just far enough to cover up the thickened teats cresting the large, power-swollen mounds and completely exposing a bubbling brickwall of abs. The nipples throbbed achingly, almost so bad it hurt, but she’d become used to that feeling during her mastery of the first couple of levels of KaioKen.

"Ungh!!"

Used to, but not completely in control of just yet. It was an unavoidable side effect to the fact that her own strength was cramming itself into every place it could manage. She looked at herself in a mixed awe of the new physique she sported. Every level brought her to a new height of power, which grew her physique to greater proportions.

She looked around self-consciously, mentally berating her mentor about the ‘flimsy clothing’. The spandex outfit he’d made previously seemed to be a lot better in material than most of the other clothing he made lately, although the clothing she had on now was much more appealing in design and still remarkably durable. She remembered however, that this planet was supposed to be uninhabited, and began to calm down as she gradually realized that the only person who could see her now was off tending to a bruise.

She stood there completely still, her fists clenched tightly and her body trembling to contain the increased power, waves of red energy ragingly emanating from her newly grown, vastly muscular but exotically feminine body, shearing and cracking the stone and rocks below her boots. Strenuously, she forced herself to limber up her newly pumped sinews out.

"Come on now… one, step… two, step… three step…."

Her initially stiff aerobic exercise gradually and grudgingly became looser, faster and swifter as she continued, but consequently caused larger tears and rips in her outfit as her augmented muscles bulged and rippled. Soon a once stagnant and stationary red light was whizzing and zipping about the air like a single streak as Chichi continued her practices.

—-oooo—-

Back at the Hotel…

King Kai stared at the floor, a concealed sigh of relief on his face.

‘Well, she didn’t blow up like I was fearing…’ but he was not sure yet if this was a sign of his new KaioKen art working, of if it was due to her own strength… it would take some focused looking into, that he could not afford right now.

"There was no reason to overreact like that. That’s embarrassing for a person of your status," The old short man said, as he talked to King Kai while holding up a pair of fingers in an odd formation. Within moments, the North Kai felt the bump on his cheek shrink, but the pain worsened rapidly up till just the moment before it disappeared completely.

‘Ohh, right, the ‘Backtrack’ technique,’ The North Kai thought idly. The sound of hammering could meanwhile be heard above their heads as the workers of the hotel commenced to fixing the numerous floors the pudgy man flew through.

The short old man’s height put him about an entire head taller than himself, his skin instead a dull purplish complexion. What stood out the most however was the traditional garbs and sash he wore that signified him as one of the highest ranking gods of the universe… even if he wasn’t that powerful.

Rou Kaioshin.

King Kai chuckled uneasily and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Well, I-it’s nice to meet you t-today, Mr–"

"Yeayeayea," The eldest God piped in as he began searching the room. "So, where’s the cutie??"

"…Cutie? hey, wait-a–!"

"Rumor is that you’ve got a new student, North Kai," The old supreme god said as he casually searched the room, checking under the bed, the dresser, inside the closet and under King Kai himself during his search for ‘the cutie’.

"A FEMALE student! ‘Say she’s really cute and very buff. But most importantly, she’s STACKED! So where is she huh?" He asked with a gleam in his eye and lecherous grin. North Kai’s face went from blue to beet red in embarrassment.

"I normally don’t prefer muscular women, but if she’s got the tits to match, or MORE–"

"YOU OLD PERVERT! SHE’S OUT TRAINING! And for a ‘Supreme Lord’, have some dignity! She’s married!" Rou Kaioshin took a moment to try to see the little point he was trying to make.

"Married eh? Who’s the lucky man?"

"Son Gokou to be exa–"

"I KNEW IT! THAT BASTARD NEVER LIVED UP TO HIS PROMISE!!"

It was over 10 years later, but the old coot of a god had not forgotten the deal he made with that Super Saiyan. He never even got to touch the breasts of that cute "mature" woman he told him about, in exchange for his permission of use of the Namekian dragonballs. Something about that woman being the wife of his other angry shorter Super Saiyan friend, Vegeta. Quite frankly it wasn’t a risk he wanted to take anyway if it met getting cremated by that short psycho.

Still, it wasn’t fair; although there was alot of luscious nudie centerfold shoots and adult hentai manga to peek in on with his ‘Godly Eyes’, a promise is still a promise! Well now, he had a chance or true payment!

"So where is she??" He asked again, making squeezing motions with his bared hands. "That boy owes me payment in the form of two juicy KNOCKERS!

"With INTEREST!!"

—-oooo—-

She could feel it; the powerful KaioKen level taxing her endurance just like each level before it, but she refused to let go. Infact, she pushed herself harder. Breaking in each greater level was always hard, and usually takes weeks at a time, which is considered a miracle for gifted students. Though, as she got used to this fighting art and became stronger, it became gradually and increasingly easier to maintain with each new level.

Standing at the top of the half-rubbled mountain she is currently using for a training area, she moved gently, slowly, as if moving through water, her hands pushing through thick waves as she followed through one of the katas she’d learned from the turtle hermit, Master Roshi. She found that it took some of the strain out of breaking in new levels.

Her energy flowed, enhanced by the rippling red aura flaring around her body like a controlled wind. Her massive muscles gradually became less tense, the vicious thunder of the blood through her veins calming to a gentle coo. The quaking river that was her own chi relaxed, and came under control. And with this done, she could begin the training session that King Kai had her practicing.

The clouds parted as the atmosphere turned dark, highlighted in a deep enveloping blue hue as Chichi flowed through another set of motions, ending with a firm stomp, her arms and legs spread out as if she were keeping two walls from coming together. She screamed, and in response her chi blared out.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Engulfing, and then blasting from her body, a massive ball of chi exploded from her massive body screaming up into the sky like a rising star. It disappeared through the clouds, arcing into a night-like atmosphere that could only be seen by going high enough during the daytime. And then it was silent.

Chichi waited, her muscular red-hued physique tense, but ready. Expecting.

The ground and heavens shook with unhindered ferocity as over the horizon, a blaring blue light returned, roaring over the hills and swallowing up anything vulnerable in it’s wake with the forceful vacuum created from it’s raw power and speed.

She grits her teeth, forcing herself not to move, but to meet it head on. Still, it felt oddly like trying not to move while using all your strength to punch yourself in the face.

Her biceps bulged audibly, a volleyball chest pushing out in full tension as she drew her hands out infront to stop the behemoth she’d created.

The comparison of a runaway train came to mind moments before the massive 60 foot large ball of energy collided with her outstretched hands.

Boy, was she off.

She pressed her leading foot forward as her boots dug trenches into the shivering rock, vibrating from the mere presence of concentrated energy, the split of her pants over her treetrunk massive thighs opening wider still as the quads quaked with defiance.

After 40 grueling yards, she finally stopped the enormous energy ball, which was continuing to attempt to move her, blazing forward like the fire from the tail of a jet engine, Chichi buried mid-thigh into the rubble.

The ravenhaired woman took a deep breath, swelling her pectorals and breasts out even further as her chi amassed itself within her body, cobbled abs coming into stark relief as strips of her outfit flapped in a raging wind, exposing her immense, mighty torso completely. With a great heave, she pushed back. One foot lead before the other. The ground rumbled, as if the giant energy ball had a consciousness of it’s own, that decided it did not like the opposition. One foot followed the other, faster and faster, until she was in a running sprint. She let her arms contract, and then she heaved with greater authority than the first.

The mammoth, pulsing ball of deadly, raw lifeforce went screaming over the horizon with the effect and roar of a rocket to where it’d came. Chichi exhaled a deep sigh in relief of a job well done, and then slumped forward exhaustedly, a twitch developing in her left eye.

"…And, Gokou can lob stuff like THIS around?" She shook her head…

"No, he’s going to be doing a whole lot more…"

She looked down hard at her hands, clenching into fists, watching as the forearm bubbled up with an awaiting might.

Her resolve hardened as her respect grew for her family and friends, and the danger they put themselves through in those life-or-death struggles to defend the Earth. It’s one thing to watch from the sidelines, but another thing entirely to experience and understand what they were truthfully dealing with, not that she feared those haughty villains in any manner… for none of them, power and death did not equal fear. And now, she had just a drop, just a taste of that strength used to protect others and push their limits with.

A new burst of determination forced her to once again stand straight. Like she’d learned and practiced a number of times before, Chichi made a set of strange motions with her fingers.

Something happened. The musclebound female set herself into position once more as a streak of light barreled back toward her, the ball of chi now twice the size and twice the speed of before. The cliffsides collapsed from the ensuing collision as Chichi wrestled with her own creation once again.

"KI-AHHH!!"

—-oooo—-

"YOUR NOT GOING TO DO IT!!"

"Yes I am."

"NO YOU’RE NOT! NOT TO ONE OF MY STUDENTS!"

"If she was a guy, certainly no. But she’s not, so… yes."

"NO YOU’RE NOT!"

"Yes I am."

"NO!"

"Yes."

"NO!"

"Yes."

The Northern God fumed in frustration.

"Old man, you are NOT.

"Going to ask my greatest student’s WIFE.

"For a ‘PUFFPUFF’!" He yelled, making the hands motion for the most sacred of techniques among the perverted old fogies. He definitely did not want to jeopardize her canceling his training sessions with him because of this old leech.

"Oh, so you want to keep her all for yourself, eh?" The old god poked him with his elbow. The North Kai blinked…

"…NO!"

"Then what’s your problem?" The purple, wrinkle-skinned god said as he walked over to the room’s bed and plopped down upon it. "If your not going to go bring her back for me, then I will simply wait until you DO go to get her, and follow you when you do!"

King Kai sighed. He knew that the moment he used his instant movement to reach Chichi, the old man would follow him. Immediately he began working on a desperate plan to get past the old leech…

—-oooo—-

"81… 82…… 83…."

From a far distance, the top forth of a mountain twitched up and downward in a gentle rhythm. From between those halves, a blaring red energy could be seen emanating from between the halves at the center-most point.

Sandwiched inbetween those halves was the blackhaired woman, standing upside-down on her hands as she used her legs to continuously press immense weight up and down. It was also a practice in balance and control as much as it was an exercise in strength.

Despite the should-be difficulty of such an exercise, Chichi’s mind was elsewhere as she watched her arms ripple and tighten on every upward press, her muscles having a glowing shine to them comparable to polished steel. Although the third level of the ‘Fist of Worlds’ should have maximized their size, she watched as they seemed to… threaten to grow larger still, the vein atop the biceps large as a pencil and throbbing anxiously.

She wasn’t sure if she liked that. She didn’t even want to think about, or see how huge her legs must look at this point. The constant shredding sounds gave her more than enough of a clue.

As her body continued on autopilot, there was conflict of interest going on in her head. The subject was about how this special godly martial art was turning her into a brickhouse of brickhouses.

‘I’ve grown so much so fast, it caught me offguard,’ she thought to herself.

‘But I’ve never felt better in my life!’ she thought back.

‘I’m bigger than a bodybuilder,’

‘It’s the only way if I’m going to fight Gokou. If I have to get even bigger to do that, then I will!’

‘Why should he even notice you, when he has much better, GREATER challenges to look forward to?’

‘He’d better notice me!’

‘But will he like what he notices?’

That thought made Chichi pause in the extension of her press. Chichi would place money that Son Gokou was the easiest man to understand in the entire world. If there was anyone who could match his simplicity, in the entire universe, it was probably a very short list. Except in one very particular area; that of male/female attractions. To put it as simple as the man in question; he was probably also the only man in the world that ‘sex’ came a distant second in their line of thought. A second that had a gap before it so wide that it could fit all of Satan City inside of and still have space to spare.

Sometimes it didn’t even seem like he cared about that, at all. Oh, but he did, in his own way, because he cared about her. Time together taught them many things, and what his desires or influences were. He did like the way she looked, from her slender, toned legs to her petite but pleasant bosom she was proud of having.

But that was the old her.

‘…Would he like this ‘new me’…?"

Chichi’s arms quivered, grabbing her attention. Her strength was waning, the weight of the mountain increasing rapidly as her aura dimmed and faded, her muscles receding back to their ‘normal’ size. Panic set in a thick coat. The fatigue of her exercises along with her KaioKen-drained endurance hit her like a numb brick as her legs buckled.

*CRASH!!!*

The mountain thundered, shaking the land for miles around as top met bottom in a powerful earthquake. Chichi stared at the entire thing upside-down, from far away in the middle of the sky.

"And now we learn what spotters are for," a voice quipped above her, a hand wrapped around her leg while the other was held over his eyes, blocking out the sun to see in the distance, eventhough he was wearing sunglasses in the first place.

"And in more ways than one. Slow down! If you continue to rush into the KaioKen levels like that, you’re going to wind up popping yourself like a zit! Or, if you’re ‘lucky’, only cause internal damage."

"King Kai, you saved me!" Chichi chirped graciously, thankful to have been saved from what would’ve been her rocky tomb. Then she remembered that her top was ripped open and her breasts were completely exposed to him if he ever–

"My, my… those peaks…"

Looked down. Although her arms (let alone entire body) felt like lead a moment ago, Chichi found the strength to quickly hold up the ripped tatters of her outfit over her bust.

"How about alittle dignity here?!"

"How they have dignity?"

"… OF COURSE I HAVE DIGNITY!"

In a simple gesture, King Kai tossed her up afew feet; Chichi found herself face-to-upside-down face with the martial arts god as he balanced her on his finger.

"What in the world has got you so worked–!" The Kai paused as he looked up, at the exposed ‘mountains’ Chichi was hiding.

"…Up."

He stared for acouple of moments…

"Agh! You tore up ANOTHER outfit?? I put a lot of effort into that one’s design!"

"You just noticed NOW?"

"I wasn’t paying full attention! So sue me!"

"Then what were you staring at?"

"Am I speaking english?! I told you twice now!" Spinning her around like a basketball on his fingertip, he held her so she could see what he was actually looking at, which was the mountain that Chichi had nearly been crushed between. The icecaps at the tops of surrounding mountains were avalanching down from the earthquake.

"…Oh. Hey wait, how do you not notice the woman you just saved is practically naked??"

The expression on the Kai’s face was as if someone had just punched his brain, a big drop of sweat running down the side of his face as he remembered just what his urgent return was about.

"…Sometimestherearedistractionsbiggerthanapairofmountainscanprovide," the northern god spat out hastily. Chichi blinked.

"That one WAS a joke on my–!!" Chichi raved, but was cut-off as they winked out of existence.

—-oooo—-

Meanwhile back at the Cloud 9 Hotel…

"How dare he do this to me!" Rou Kaioshin grumbled as he ate the special of the today; ‘Lobster Parfait’, sitting on the bed in King Kai’s bedroom. He didn’t need to pay for it, it on the North Kai’s tab, and was a part (a very small part) of the distraction used so he could sneak out under his nose.

"That lower god… *munch* *swallow* Disgracing me…Like that! Well, I’ll find him if I have to search all the cosmos!!"

"Your desert is here," the maid said as she opened the door and entered.

A beautiful maid.

A beautiful maid with a VERY generous rack, long shimmering red hair, a tight waist, and to be blunt, ‘a butt that won’t quit’. The same maid his eyes had been busy ogling when the North Kai made his clean getaway.

Rou Kaioshin was drooling at the mouth as the woman entered with a tray of delicious deserts, though that was far from the focus of his lecherous stares.

"Now I really AM in heaven," He said aloud as she rolled the tray over to him, unknowingly giving a deep display of grade-A cleavage from the way she bent over to lift up the silver container on one of the dishes.

"But I will find you North Kai! MARK MY WORDS!!" He then coughed and cleared his throat…

"Now ahh, excuse me miss… I seem to have dropped my hat, could you pick it up for me?"

"Oh, sure… umm, I don’t see a hat on the floor?"

"…But I see something MUCH better."

"HOW DARE YOU!!"

**************Kra-BLAM!!!****************

"THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A KAAAAAAAIIIIIIIiiiiiiiieeeeee…!!!"

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And so ten days later, I finally return!

*…shoots the crickets before they chirp.*

Thanks for the kind words, Temugen. I would like to enter it on a dragonball ff website, but I don’t really feel right about it. I mean, who would really care about a fic dealing with an "unimportant" background character that’s not even a saiyan? Besides there’s a reason why I’m posting it here in the first place. 😉

Didn’t mean to be THIS late in replying though, or posting. But I haven’t felt right about this particular chapter for some reason though I mulled over it for awhile.

*shrug*…Hnh, I talk too much. Next chapter up!

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Dragonball: Absurd Crossing.

Chapter 4: Training with the Lord of Worlds.

Close to a month later…

Ox King was beginning to worry that Chichi might be overdoing her training alittle bit. It was close to a month passed since her adventure into the Paneva Ruins, and he was becoming prouder of his daughter by the day, if that were even possible. It was hard for him to compare what was a once a vibrant and ‘delicate’ woman with the even more vibrant, energetic and younger looking and acting woman with a now very obvious build.

"Good job, Chichi!" Videl and Ox-King cheered in alternation as Gohan and his mother sparred in the open field. Unfortunately it was about all they could as the two fighters spent most of their time moving faster than their eyes could keep track with. She was tossing everything she had at Gohan, Gohan meanwhile remaining on the defensive throughout the contest. Gohan saw he was obviously frustrating Chichi, but in truth he just wasn’t sure he could throw a punch back at his mother.

"Go grandma!" Pan shouted from her spot on Ox King’s left shoulder, waving her hands excitedly in the air. Ox King glanced at her face, or to be specific, her eyes. Atleast someone out of them could actually watch and enjoy the sparring contest…

‘Pretty stunning progress…’ Gohan could not help but think as he caught an incoming precision left hook within his palm, and nimbly ducked under the following roundhouse kick.

Gohan plainly could see the outlines of her prominent bicep muscles outlining the ‘loose’ sleeves of her large pink sweatshirt like steely tangerines, her swollen thighs creating the shapely effect through her pants. Her face was steeled and determined, like she always became in anything she put her heart into. Meanwhile for Gohan, it has been so long again since he’d actually pit his skills against anyone, and Chichi was actually catching him by surprise here and there, nearly breaking through his defense at the beginning of the match before he finally fell back into the lessons learned in the years of martial arts training from Piccolo and his father.

After that day with the demon hordes, Chichi fully explained to he and Videl what she planned on doing. Shocked wasn’t the word for their reaction of her training to fight again, let alone trying her hand at such a high task as trying to equal her own husband.

After she’d returned from the ruins incident, a greater confidence and gusto came as reward, and she worked out twice as hard as before, yet still complained of not pushing the envelope hard enough. He worried she would soon or later burn out, but so far, she’d only grown stronger from it…

Today however, she decided to take the day to spar with her eldest son, to measure her own current ability. Like she expected though, she couldn’t lay a finger on him.

*Tok.*

*toK.*

Reappearing out of seemingly thin air, mother and son stood poised in battle stance, until Chichi took a deep breath and stood up straight, stretching out her limbs.

"Okay… I guess that’s enough for now," She huffed alittle, exhausted by her exertions. Her chest swelled into her baggy shirt, making the fabric stretch alittle in certain places before she relaxed, only for the process to repeat itself over and again. If it weren’t for the length of the shirt, it probably would’ve snapped free from her slim, tightly belt-tied waist by now.

"That’s not bad mom, you’ve gotten strong so quickly," He said, truthfully impressed. He chuckled. "Never underestimate the teachings of Kamesenin!"

"Yea… but now I can see where I stand against you and your father," She answered with a sigh.

"But, if you keep up–"

"Oh, CAN IT, Gohan!" Chichi yelled back in a sudden burst of anger. Everyone… even Chichi herself was stunned by her own outburst. With tears welling in her eyes, she ran off to the house. The group looked between eachother in silence, their faces brimming with confusion.

—-oooo—-

"…Mom?" Gohan spoke as he stepped into his mother’s room, Videl close behind. Chichi was meanwhile sitting on the bed, her face buried into her hands as she shivered, her tears wetting her palms.

"… This was a stupid idea," She mumbled aloud, "Since I started this training, the only thing that has become clear is just how TRULY strong you guys really are. I’m not a Saiyan, a Namek or an Android, just a normal human. And I can’t even hope to get near even the best human martial artists like Krillin or Tenshinhan, who have been training for years from when they were younger to get as good as they are."

"But mom… why are you putting yourself down so much?" Gohan asked as he walked over to his mother’s side, sitting down beside her. "You told me your own father trained you from the time when you were young…"

"But after marrying your father, I gave up fighting to devote myself to being a housewife, and to give you a positive upbringing…" She sighed, staring at the floor. "In a way, all those years were lost… and all this time, I thought I maybe he would settle down one day… but by the time I realized that would never happen… I’m way too old to do anything about it!!" She sobbed angrily.

Gohan wanted to object on the age point. She and Bulma BARELY looked their ages now, and training she was doing was giving an even greater tone and crafting to her body… And heck, even Mr Satan was still up and fighting, running his #1 martial arts school. She continued on before he could give his words form.

"Not that it would’ve made a difference; you’re all so damn STRONG!! How can anyone possibly compete with it without being an alien, or, something…"

Videl stepped into the room, sitting down on Chichi’s otherside as she spoke.

"I think I understand what you’re going through Chichi; I felt the same way after I realized just how strong Gohan *really* was so long ago, back in high school and at the 25th Budokai."

Gohan nervously swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked back and forth between wife and mother. He never felt guilty before about his own strength. It was an undeniable truth, but they had to push their limits and get stronger all those times, to combat against the menacing foes threatening their world and their lives. He didn’t know what to say to make her feel better; she should instead be proud of the strength she had obtained!

Speaking of which…

"AHHHH! And to top things off, I’m all big and bulky now!" She exclaimed into her son and daughter-in-law’s ears, making Gohan cringe and Videl nearly fall off the bedside. She began to poke a finger at her left biceps, flexing it on and off from a rock hard, orange-sized mass to something even greater. Gohan was stared almost slackjawed for afew moments at the bulging mound of tight muscle, a small vein gently cresting the peak. It was such an incredible change in the look between the mother he’d known throughout his childhood all the way into adulthood, and the one here and now flexing an admirable mass of muscle. He began to chuckle alittle awkwardly as she began to poke herself all over in a frantic motion, as if trying to make her washboard abs, rounded forearms, and broadened shoulders disappear.

"It looks natural on you, really!" Son Gohan replied with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. Now he thought about it, somehow she did look… younger, more radiant perhaps, what tiny signs of age in her skin she had were now practically impossible to see…

"It’s not a bad thing."

"…You…. think so?" She asked Gohan, and then looked over to Videl for female support. She answered with a comforting nod.

"What looks so bad about this?" She asked, stepping over to poke the powerful curve of muscle. And then poke it again, harder, and one more time, her mouth an ‘o’ of awe.

"Wow, it’s so hard…"

Getting caught up in it, she gave the biceps a squeeze, oblivious to the low-eyed stare Chichi was giving her. She was surprised at how tough it felt in her fingertips as it refused to give a millimeter to her strength.

"Women aren’t supposed to be ‘hard’," Chichi said with a pout, sweatdropping.

"Well I think Gokou would be pleased." Chichi blushed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" A pause, and then… "You really think so?" She began to blush and frown, looking down at her sweat soaked body and chuckled alittle uneasily, running a hand through her hair.

"Of course he would," Gohan answered, trying to get back into the conversation. "Besides, he’d love you no matter what!"

"Nice textbook answer," Videl playfully chided him as he sighed uneasily. The two women chuckled at his innocent blushing.

"So, what now?" Gohan asked, "Are you going to continue training?"

She thought on it for a long moment…

"Yes, I think I will. It’s not like I have all that much else to do anyway, though I don’t know anymore about the entire challenging Gokou to a fair fight…"

<<Goooood…. to hear that….>> Chichi gasped.

"That voice again! Just who are you, and what do you want now??"

Gohan and Videl blinked and raised their eyebrows at Chichi, scratching their heads as she talked to the ceiling.

<<The truth… will be knnoooowwwnnnn….! Journey to…. God’s… Lookoooooout… ouuut… ouuut……!>>

Chichi couldn’t help but feel that she heard that voice before from somewhere, not just from the ruins she traveled in the past month. She was totally unaware of the duet of offbeat looks she was meanwhile receiving from the two.

"God’s lookout…"

—-oooo—-

After a grueling 3-hour drive above the clouds, Chichi finally arrived. She would’ve arrived about an hour or so earlier however if she’d remembered it’s location or gotten instructions. Luckily Piccolo found her and guided her to the temple in the sky in afew minutes. She wasn’t sure however, how he knew she was coming…

She still felt a tad uneasy being around the once ‘Demon King’ that was out to kill Gokou and take over the planet decades long ago, and more importantly kidnapped her son for a year and hardened him into a warrior, but that was so long ago, and she did her best not to let her intimidation show. It got harder as he stared far down at her, arms crossed, with just the slightest of emotion cresting his face. Her intimidation grew at the sight of it, until she realized his look to be a favorable… maybe even, friendly? But very knowing grin. Her intimidation transformed into curiosity as he led her across the grounds.

‘The once evil Piccolo sure has changed over the years…’

It wasn’t long before they could see Dende, the current god Earth, coming to meet them from the steps of the temple. The last time she’d seen either Namekian was years ago, during the Buu incident…

"Welcome back Piccolo, and hello Miss Chichi! I want to say what a good job you did with those demons afew weeks ago."

"You know about that??" She asked, surprised, then reprimanded herself.

‘Of course he would, he’s god.’

The shorter Namekian meanwhile nodded, and Piccolo’s grin seemed stretch a smidgen of a fraction wider. Chichi now had a good feeling that she knew what that smirk was about. She couldn’t help but bashfully smile herself.

"So you guys are the ones that were talking in my head?"

"Oh no, that wasn’t us, but you’re going to meet him now. Ready?" He asked, offering his hand. She was hesitant for a moment before she finally took it. She yelped and the young Namekian chuckled as they disappeared from the mortal plain.

Although he had his doubts, Piccolo snickered.

"Whatever happens, Gokou may be in for a pleasant surprise next time they meet…"

—-oooo—-

Chichi’s breath was taken away as in the blink of an eye, her body felt a comfortable numbness for just a nanosecond, as if someone was stretching and mushing her limbs before the abrupt disappearance. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in a completely different location. The first thing she noticed was the giant desk overhead as big as a small house! Second was the giant, red skinned man in a blue business suit, sitting behind said desk and looking down at her and Dende.

"Ohh, Dende! And this must be umm…" He looked through his book for a moment, "Ohh yes, Chichi, the wife of Son Gokou! Please wait here, his flight is landing just now."

"Hey wait, wh-where are we??" She stammered as she looked back and forth at the blue skinned orcs wearing shirt and tie, idly going about their daily business, keeping order with a group of small white jabbering clouds who were standing… err… floating in an orderly line as they awaited judgment. "It looks familiar…"

"Why, this is the underworld of course!"

Chichi turned as blue in the face as the orcs that were walking around.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OF COURSE’! YOU MEAN I’M DEAD?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!!!"

"Miss- Chiiie-chiiie pl-eea-se ca-llm d-oooww-n!" Dende tried to say as the hysterical woman shook him back and forth like a leaf.

"Y-ou-r NOT d-ea-d!"

"Huh?"

"Quiiiite right," A subtle, familiar, whispering voice said from behind them. "This iiiiis theee unnndeerrr…."

Both Dende and Chichi turned to the sound of the annoying voice, but only saw air before them.

"Hey, umm… down here."

Looking down, standing little over a foot away from them, Dende and Chichi saw a short blue man eating a bag of airline peanuts. He reminded her of an insect from that odd cap he was wearing on his head with a pair of long antennae spouting forth. He reminded her of the Namek Dende with their similar pointy ears. He reminded her of the ‘Turtle Hermit’ Master Roshi, in the way that his dark sunglasses hid any possible chance of reading the emotions of his eyes. He reminded her of a catfish, by the way a pair of strange whiskers protruded from his cheeks.

He reminded her that he was dead, by the look of the glowing halo hovering over his head.

He reminded her of too many things. The short man chuckled,

"What’s up Dende?" Dende chuckled alittle nervously, and flicked the sweatdrop off the side of his brow.

The short man then held out his bag up to Chichi.

"Hi!! Peanut?"

"W-who are you? Wait, that voice… YOU are the one that’s been talking to me inside my head!"

"How was I? Eerie and spooky huh?" He hopped back a step and bowed before her cheerfully.

"The great King Kai, at your service!" The small blue man said, smiling an ear to ear smile, and then holding up a ‘V’ sign.

—-oooo—-

"So, let me get this straight; you want to train me in your art, which is the same one you taught Gokou long ago, the ‘KaioKen’?"

The small round man nodded.

"’The Fist of Worlds’! Taught to you by the ‘Lord of Worlds’! How’s that sound to you?"

"Like I need to wake up," Chichi said, sitting down in a nearby chair in disbelief. "I mean, coming to the underworld to be offered training by a martial arts god?? It’s all so… unbelievable!"

"Well yes, I guess it is…" King Kai felt flattered. He didn’t get this kind of respect from Gokou, or the other Kais for that matter. Alittle mortal recognition was nice to have once in awhile.

"But it’s a once in a after-lifetime offer! You’re training yourself so you can match Gokou, are you not?" She nodded, not giving second thought to how he knew that.

"The KaioKen may give you an edge, a chance…"

"Really? That’s great!" Chichi beamed.

"HOWEVER! I should warn you, that it WILL be difficult to learn; it is a massive strain on the body to use the technique. You will have to become strong in *ALL* *WAYS* to handle the KaioKen! Do you think you can?"

"Well, if my Gokou could it, then I can!" She proclaimed, Dende applauding her show of determination.

"Way to go, Ms Chichi!"

"IT’S NOT THAT EASY!!" King Kai yelled, making the both of them flinch.

"Gokou was a special case; his Saiyan heritage gave him a large advantage in learning the art. Plus, you will have to advance KaioKen to a level that even Gokou has not mastered; a level that I have just in the past few years created and perfected for use, ridding it of some of it’s flaws. But this will still not be an easy feat to accomplish I will tell you THAT much." Chichi was beginning to feel disheartened.

"HOWEVER!!"

"AGH! Stop shouting like that!"

"Oh, sorry, drama and all. But anyway, you should not give up. This is your chance! I have made my own form of progression in the KaioKen art, not to mention I know afew extra tricks that I hadn’t time to teach Gokou during his time here. I definitely can not guarantee success…" his voice dropped to a low decibel a he continued, "But, if all goes well in the end, hopefully your wish… will come true…"

"What’s that?" The short man shook his head.

"Nevermind that now; I’m getting too talky as is. So, what do you say? Take the training?" Chichi thought about it for afew moments. She wondered what he was talking about at the end of his rambles, but made her decision.

"There’s no turning back for me. I’ll do it."

"Great, great! Today we’ll relax at my suite in Heaven, and tomorrow I will take you to the training grounds for your first day of training, alright?"

"…."

Dende barely managed to catch Chichi in time as she fainted.

The Kai of the North Quadrant sighed as looked down at the passed out woman.

"…Hooboy… these humans sometimes…Heaven’s no big deal. She forgets that she WAS dead before…"

"But on the otherhand, it’s not every day one gets an offer like this, is it Mr. Kai?" Dende politely asked. The North Kai snorted, holding in a laugh.

"Only if you don’t know THEIR family."

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Thanks for the extremely nice words CP. ^_^ I hope the later chapters live up to the critism you’ve given here.

Unfortunately I’ve never planned a Chrono Trigger fanfic,

*stomps on brain before it can attempt to begin churning up yet ANOTHER daydream/idea that may never see the light of day under his ‘pen’*

AnywayI don’t think I could pull it off properly. Although the idea of a buffed Uber Ayla is interesting….

…….

*stomps on brain harder.*

There we go. Anyway, I’m not sure how far the ‘innocent’ aspect will last, but I don’t think it’ll be any more ‘naughty’ than Dragonball could be at times. 😛 If I make it that far that is.

Well, next chapter coming up!

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Thxx for the words Lingster. ^_^ And now onto the next chapter…

Dragonball: Absurd Crossing

Chapter 3; Mysterious Excursion.

6 weeks passed…

It wasn’t long before Chichi learned the ‘basics’ from the old master. It didn’t surprise him in the least the sheer quickness she learned his moves, especially the use of her inner energy, her chi, and the Kamehameha wave.

She must’ve seen Gokou and her other family members practice all of this hundreds of times. She only needed to be shown the secret and method to performing it, and of course some given some hearty practice. The amount of power she was placing into it was impressive as well for such a quick study, though he admitted that she needed to work on her control over her chi.

Day after day for the past month that she came around, he could see the physical progress she was making on each visit. Her strength was growing by the day, her once ‘non-existent’ biceps now having visibly doubled in size, producing a strong, lemon-sized peak when she bent her arms.

Her appearance also changed in more than one way. As each day passed he’d swear she looked more and more vibrant; the positive side effects of tapping the body’s potential. Still keeping her hair in a traditional bun, she now wore a decorative, long laced red ribbon around that simple bun at the back of her head. It was a rather simple, but effective look, with acouple of long locks of hair hanging down at the sides of her head that she’d grown out, reminiscent to her ‘younger’ days.

On the especially hotter days, Chichi sometimes wore lighter clothing outside of her usuals, mainly a short sleeved white shirt and pants, like today. He could plainly see the light but distinct definition of the abs of her stomach when they practice sparred afew times, and he was soon beginning to wonder if he was seeing things or if her breasts, her ‘chi-chi’s’, had always been that size. They seemed a little larger than he’d imagined from all the times when he’d envisioned them through her clothing. He surmised it was from the gradually building chest muscle behind them pushing them out further, as he’d felt from the couple of times he ‘stumbled’ and fell against her in a rather clumsy and ridiculous moment.

He rubbed his aching jaw at those sweet, sweet memories.

‘One’s fitting, twice’s shy…. but it was worth it!’ He thought to himself.

The code of the Hentai;

It’s ALWAYS worth it.

"Chichi! Come here please!" Roshi called to her. Panting, Chichi headed over to him, dropping the two small thick 700 pound dumbbells she used to place extra resistance on her during her practice punches.

"Well my dear, you have learned everything from me, and have quickly managed to shatter the wall of human mental and physical limits. I wouldn’t expect any less from the daughter of the Ox King and wife of Son Gokou! Now you are one step closer to your goal."

"Yes!" Chichi exclaimed with a prideful smile on her face.

"BUT, I should warn you… this is only one in the billion more steps one will have to take." He was careful in hs words, not wanting to raise Chichi’s spirits in her task too high… "Still, I can see that you will take this very far either way, like all the others have. I’m sure Gokou will be in for a surprise when he comes back!"

"Thank you master," Chichi said as she bowed to him.

"And now, for that little ‘favor’…"

Chichi paled slightly as she’d forgotten all about that. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she watched as him scamper off into the house for a minute, to come back with a small photo camera. What sounded like rocks grinding unbearably hard against eachother, was merely Chichi gnashing her teeth at the thoughts of what he might ask of her to do in front of that…

"Let’s take a picture together! To mark this day of your training!"

Chichi facefaulted.

"Ohhh! A picture! Nothing wrong with that!" She said to herself, chuckling uneasily.

—-oooo—-

As she drove home, Chichi smiled fondly at the photo of her and Roshi in front of the camera, Roshi with a stupid grin on his face as he held up two ‘V’ signs. She was surprised; during the time she was with the Turtle Hermit, he never made any perverted moves towards her, outside of afew suspicious ‘close brushes’ and questionable occurrences perhaps, but nothing on the level with his infamous antics.

‘Then again, I’d been waiting that entire time for him to pull something, but not a THING! This is almost insulting in a way… Maybe I am getting old…’

The picture, to her, marked a significant step in her training. She took a good look at herself standing beside the old master. She noticed now how different she looked before she stared and now, especially her body, which looked much, much stronger than it did so many months ago.

She idly ran one hand over her left biceps, feeling how smooth and hard it was, and how it suddenly bulged from her former-slip of an arm into a hard and prominent full-size lemon. She felt really good; she could understand better now why Gokou was such a fanatic with his training. She knew though she would have to push the envelope if she were to have any hope of catching her husband. So long as she doesn’t kill herself in the process that is…

<<Head… East…>> A voice called to her.

"What the??"

<<You must… head east…>>

Chichi stopped the car, looking around frantically for the source of the strange voice.

Chichi hmphed. "No way I’m not going in a direction just because a stupid voice comes out of nowhere and tells me to…"

<<Your training… head… east… >>

—-oooo—-

"You thought you could elude me forever did you?? Hah! As of this moment, my collection is now… COMPLETE!"

Roshi sat in his chair outside on his beach, drooling as he stared deeply into the photograph he held in his hands. This had been the moment to strike, and strike hard. He just couldn’t resist getting one photo of her after all these days of watching her train at his house, his goal becoming clear the day she wore that tank top… with her prominent breasts pushing forth against the cloth, the tip of her nipples unknowingly poking into the fabric… soaked with sweat…

Within the picture, Chichi’s pumped muscles were blatantly visible after her workout, her shirt clinging to her strong, curvy body, drenched with perspiration. Chichi didn’t realize how easily it was outlining every part of her upper body. Especially two parts. Still, this was more a picture for progress and prosperity.

He then pulled out the OTHER picture he had managed to snap from the time she’d taken a shower at his house due to a devilishly clever plan involving a batch of foul smelling fish, a broken chair leg, a mirror, a muffin, a stop sign, and camera on time delay. Unfortunately, it almost resulted in almost burning his house down.

Don’t ask. You can probably already guess.

But, it was worth it; to see her in nothing but a hastily wrapped towel, giving the viewer the treat of a partially exposed nipple upon the left breast. He compared the pictures for a moment, and officially decided that she was now in league with Bulma in cup size, edging out #18 and Launch due to the strong illusion given by chest muscle building up from behind the two bosoms. What made it truly alluring though was how much curvier her body was from the stronger muscle tone it carried. And to top it off, a cute, firmed butt he’d trade his right finger in for the sake of bouncing a quarter off of.

He added the two pictures to their proper places, the "special one" going into his secret collection as his newest triumphs, along side the small number of pictures he’d secretly snagged during the time Launch and later, #18 when Krillin lived at his home. And to top the collection off, his extra, super-secret pictures of a young Bulma that he hoped Vegeta will NEVER find out about.

Looking at the picture again… the Turtle Hermit considered searching for another female with the desire to become a great martial artist… maybe one of those busty and leggy women on the exercise shows…

"Yes! I can see it now… a harem, err, dojo of young strong, beautiful women, and ME as their great master!"

The fire in the old pervert’s eyes matched the burning inferno blazing behind him as he clenched his fist in a determined look…

"….Nah, that’s way too much work. My good ol’ magazines will keep me company." He paused during the flipping through of said porno magazine, looking up to the blue sky in thought, "Although it is an enticing idea… but where would I find even a half decent student…"

"Umm…Master Roshi?" Turtle said as he swam to the shore….

"The livingroom is on fire again…"

"WHAT??!"

Frantically, Kamesenin rushed back and forth around his small island to douse the fire.

—-oooo—-

Chichi stepped out of her hovercar, swallowing another lump that formed in her throat as she ran her eyes along the immense, lush green jungle of the Paneva Ruins. In the distance and littered for miles were large ruins that stood high, hidden only by the even more giant and taller trees, save one temple that must’ve been close to nearly four-thousand feet high. She wasn’t sure why she doing what she was doing as she capsulated her car and stepped into the giant jungle. But, her gut told her it was the choice she wanted to make. Her husband would never run away from something like this…

"And whatever the danger, I’ll meet it head on. Ha! This is my first challenge as a true warrior!" She said aloud to herself as she began to jog through the forest. Leaping through the giant trees in a blur with the agility of a jackrabbit, it never occurred to her, that Gokou was rather too innocent and NAIVE to turn away.

—-oooo—-

It was deep inside of the large central temple that they toiled. This chamber was special from all of the rest within the old, smelly and dusty stone rooms, the walls lined with a strange marble that drank in light, and spew in return it’s own version of that ‘light’, from a different direction or location entirely. Space was bent and mangled, centered upon only the handful of beings who were gathered around the center floor.

Monstrous figures, demons, of different sizes and shapes were gathered around a glowing pedestal that brought the only true wisps of light into dark and ominous chamber. Each one was knelt upon the floor, a grumble of incoherent words coming from their throats as they continuously chanted an odd, rhythmic and grating jargon that reverberated through the air. Atop the pedestal before them, a tiny statue stood, it’s glow alternating between a soothing white and a crackling, staggering dark red. It would soon be time…

—-oooo—-

Chichi knelt down next to an unmoving human body, an explorer from the looks of his attire and equipment. He wore long beige, khaki pants and matching shirt, now dingy and sporting random tears. Buried beneath was a small backpack that held his equipment capsules. It only took a second to realize that the person was dead, and had been dead for not too long, over a day maybe she estimated. She choked back a small gasp as she witnessed how strangely shaped the body was.

"It’s… as if something crushed him…" She thought sadly to herself as she took time to say a prayer for the soul of the unfortunate person.

‘… Why am I here??’ She thought to herself for not the first time since that voice talked to her.

‘I’m not cut out for this sort of thing anymore; Gokou has always been the one to play hero and go on adventures…’

<<Please help… Please… help…>> The voice called to her into her mind once again. Chichi bit her bottom lip and swallowed her courage as she stepped towards the large steps of enormous temple before her.

‘…No, I can’t think like that. I have to be strong… I haven’t trained and worked myself this long just to stop. Whatever is in there, I can handle it.’

*RRRRRRrrrRRRruUuUUUMMMmmmbbBBlllLe…*

‘…I hope.’

Chichi looked up just in-time to watch the giant pillar crash down upon her from above.

—-oooo—-

Two demons, one thick with muscle, the other round, burly and heavy, both large and massive, chortled with glee from their perch inside the hidden crevice of the temple walls at the latest ignorant human to come across the path of the temple.

Today was a special day; THE special day they had been waiting for; when their master would finally be released. Never sleeping, never resting, nothing would get past these demonic watchdogs on this particular day. And so whenever a snooping human came across their grounds, one of them would set off a trap. It was rather fun to watch the snoopers mashed by the booby-trapped pillars of the temple, even if they did have to pick them up again to reset. The other traps that littered the temple grounds were easier to maintain, but gave not a good view of the gory entertainment that went on from inside the pits. As they moved to hop down from their perches and reset the trap, they found something rather peculiar going on below as the enormous pillar moved.

Once again standing but now with 200 tons of solid granite on her back, Chichi gave a small grunt as she tossed the three hundred-foot pillar behind her. The ground shook on impact, the pillar shattering into several large pieces.

"Wow…The Turtle Hermit’s training really paid off!" Chichi mumbled to herself as she stared in surprise at herself, her upper body showing a mass of curvy feminine muscle underneath her simple training clothing. Besides alittle dirt and bits of concrete from the impact, she felt just fine. Well, between that and maybe the exception of an annoying piece of rock that had slipped down into her boot. But ever since her training with Kamesenin and learning to tap into her chi, she’d felt much stronger.

The two demons gawked then snarled, looking back and forth between themselves and the female making her way up the steps again. Immediately they knew she was strong. Their main worries were the guardians of Earth, particularly the ones known as either ‘Piccolo’ or ‘Dende’ showing up. But they also knew that the gods of Earth also had allies, very strong allies. Steps had been taken to avoid this potential catastrophe from happening, including mystically shielding their workings around the forest. But it looked now like they were finally found out. With a bellowing roar, the two red-eyed demons leapt from their high up hiding places 200 feet down to ground where their female prey stood.

With a complete backflip, Chichi leapt back in a visible blur, dodging the swathing attack of their extended, clawlike fingernails. The two demons licked their lips over their fanged teeth and over their gleaming 13-inch long claws before they again lunged at her with imperceptible speed.

Three swirls of color danced around the front grounds for a half-minute, hundreds of blows, swipes, kicks and punches being parried, blocked and avoided faster than the eye could see.

The two demons attacked with great ferocity and surprising teamwork, setting up openings for the other take advantage of as they quickly realized the true skill of their opponent. Chichi realized during the bout that she was significantly faster and stronger than the two bulky demons, but their dangerous claws kept her on edge. Until she felt them shatter and break against her body. Dumbfounded at the loss of their primary razor sharp weapons, they never saw the final folly.

There was light touch of a single dainty booted foot touching the ground, and the powerful crash when the two demons slamming into the wall of the temple hard enough for each of them to create a couple of impact craters into the solid stone wall.

Chichi rubbed a finger over the small cuts in her arm and on the side of her face while looking over the large claw she’d snapped off from one of the demon’s fingers.

"I shouldn’t have been so careless," She mumbled to herself as she once more headed for the closed temple doors. One could see the large claws that once adorned the hands of the foul demons in pieces across the ground and stuck deep into the stone walls. She found that she only had nothing more than scratches that broke the skin, but her shirt was torn in various places from the demon attack. Fortunately it was still decent.

"No turning back now," She blurbed to herself as she took a deep breath and stepped up to the two enormous 70-foot high stone slabs that made up the main door of the temple.

"HAAAA!"

—

"GRRM??"

The entire building full of powerful demons went into full alert upon the shockingly loud rumbling of the forceful opening of their main door that sounded off the rather tactless, full-blown entry of the black haired woman. Four of the weaker demons on guard duty watched the giant door open, knowing that their opponent must be very strong to have defeated the outside guards AND batter open the two giant solid stone doors. The locking mechanisms now lay scattered along the grainy floor, completely shattered by the forceful entrance.

They had a strong opponent, indeed. But it was not one of the "gods", Dende or Piccolo, so it would nothing they could not handle.

Chichi was immediately welcomed by a flurry of burning fireballs shot from the throats of the charging demons. The fireballs were strong, but their aim weak, their reflexes too clumsy to keep up wityh their rapid target. She quickly found herself more worried that her fragile tank top and pants being completely disintegrated by the end of this ordeal than the small stings of the exploding pyro about the area, singing her arms and legs as she swooped about the halls. As the demons charged, running across the walls and ceiling, the ravenhaired female met their charge doing the same.

—-oooo—-

As more and more demonic beasts were smashed into and through walls of the giant temple by the one-woman-war, the horde within the large center room continued their dark chants. They could not be disturbed at this point. They would awaken their leader, their master, their lord to this universe once more. After tens of thousands of years of preparation, the hand of Ragnan would lead them once more, and they would retake their rightful places as they should in this universe once and for all.

—oooo—-

More and more demons, bigger or smaller, but netherless stronger than the last, fell at her hands as the determined woman dashed through twists and turns of the corridors within the temple like a bullet out of hell.

<< Keep ahead… Keep ahead… to the center… trust yourself…>>

"Okay, okay, I get the point!" Chichi yelled seemingly to herself as her heel connected viciously with the chin of an incoming 10-foot demon. Its body crashed hard into the 20-meter high ceiling before dropping limply to the floor while she dashed underneath. Turning acouple of corners, she finally came to a giant, elegantly designed door. It screamed ‘important’ to her mind. The door refused to budge however despite her efforts, as if it were sealed by unnatural elements.

<<Inside… you must… stop them…>> The voice said to her.

"But I can’t get in," Chichi thought aloud after giving it a frustrated kick, not even being rewarded with a chip of granite or a rain of dust; but only a throbbing foot. This door was different from the rest…

"Well, now is a good a time as any to give it a try…"

Stepping back afew yards, Chichi steeled herself, took a deep breath, and brought her hands together in one fluid motion. She could feel her energy swell and concentrate at her command as within her fingertips, a ball of writhing energy began to form within her palms on the chant of each syllable, performing the attack like she had seen her family do so many times before.

"Ka…

me…"

Haa…"

Mee…"

The light grew far more intense through the corridor, overpowering all other light, as her ki concentrated itself into a single point. And with a final shout, she thrust her hands forward, releasing the powerful well of potential energy.

"HAAA!!"

—-oooo—-

Someone was knocking on the door. And of course, the best was last.

The strongest and most powerful of the entire demon horde stood his ground behind the door as a bright light glared through the cracks from the release of a powerful energy on the otherside. Half the temple shook to it’s foundations as the powerful attack collided against the door which was enchanted with it’s own power. It stood at 30 feet tall, roped with enormous muscles ranging from the size of car wheels to pickup trucks. His form was almost misshapen from his massive build, its sharp horns jutting from out its head and shoulders. His fanged teeth gleamed as the guardian demon concentrated on fortifying the large door against the pounding energy on the otherside, channeling as much energy through the link of his powerful lord Ragnan as his body could drink of.

As his body radiated more and more brilliant, illuminating energy, he quickly found that the power on the otherside of the door was becoming incredibly overwhelming! With a roar, the powerful demon poured in enough power to easily shield the door from a tactical strike by the pathetic armies of Earth, but the force was still growing in strength on the otherside. The giant over-muscled demon strained with all his might to hold against the destructive power… but it was not hard enough. He could not drink enough of the power fast enough to stop it…

Cracks formed across the smooth stone before it exploded into chunks as the large illuminating blue wave of energy the size of a bus plowed through the room, the shockwave itself strong enough to send the chanting demons sprawling across room into the walls and tear them asunder. The blue beam burst first through the large guarding demon who was once fortifying the door, the large wave of chi not pausing for a second as it passed through him, obliterating him from neck to knee. Unhindered, the blast continued through multiple granite stone walls until it shot through to the outside, blasting out into the evening sky.

Chichi huffed and puffed, her muscles visibly tensed to the point of showing small veins on the surface from continuously pouring most of her inner strength into the Kamehameha wave. Fanning the dust and debris out of her way, she cautiously stepped into the dank and now fully lit room, thanks to the holes made by her assault. Chichi couldn’t help but feel alittle proud of her handiwork.

"Hah! How you like me now!!"

Yea. Just alittle proud.

She cheered to herself boastfully, pumping one arm up and down, laughing pridefully as she surveyed the room, until she caught a glance of scattered and broken bodies of the giant demon she’d unknowingly blasted apart, along with the smaller subordinates, making her shiver at the terrible gore.

"… Ouch…umm… opps…." she babbled speechless, not exactly sure of how to feel about this accomplishment.

A glint of something shined into the side of her eye.

<<… On the pedestal… The pedestal… >>

"What’s this?" She mumbled questionably as she stepped toward what looked to be a glowing statue radiating a strange light back and forth between bright white light and a strange, blood gold. It was hard to completely see the shape or form of the statue from the deep glow it carried, besides that it had a human form of body, though this did not mean that it was actually human.

"Is this what I came here for?"

<<Yes! That’s it..!! …Take it…>> The voice insisted…

Silently she reached out and took it into her hand. Immediately reacting to her touch, a strange tingly feeling ran through her body as tendrils of electricity started to pulsate around her form. Slowly the dark fold glow began to recede, the illuminating brightness showing through beginning to blind the surprised woman. The tingling increased dramatically through her body to a point of almost becoming painful, but as if she were caught in a torrent of electricity, she could not let go of the small statue. She could feel something building within her, something strange, alien…

The sheer light began to emanate force through the room, blowing chunks of broken granite and dust about, as it became stronger and fierce. Chichi gasped as everything was enveloped in an immense illumination strong enough to shine impossibly through solids.

And then it stopped, the feeling gone, as if it never existed. It was afew long moments before Chichi finally opened her eyes to look dazedly at the statue she held. The glow was completely gone now, the small statue seeming to now be nothing more than just that now; a statue of a slim person… it’s gender confusing from the look of it’s formless physique.

"…What was that about?" As if responding to her words, the smooth carving statue crumbled in her hands like dry dirt. Chichi cringed, shocked as little pieces fell to the floor.

"AHH! Oh no! What happened now?!! Why did it shatter like that?!"

—-oooo—-

She sighed as she buried the man she’d came upon earlier on her arrival at the ruins, making a small grave with her hands and placing a stone cross she’d carefully carved out of the temple stone at the head of its base when she was done. Popping open her capsuled car and driving home, she felt that the entire ordeal had been useless in some ways. She couldn’t stop thinking about that strange statue as it crumbled in her hands inexplicably. She was sure she didn’t crush it… it just… broke.

‘Well, maybe not completely useless,’ she mentally corrected herself. She made the world a better place to live now with that cult of vile demons gone, and she got a better understanding of her capabilities. That made her swell with pride as she thought about it, but right now, food and a nice hot bath was analogue to heaven as the sun began to set in the horizon.

"It is late… I wonder if Videl or Gohan went ahead to make dinner without me," She wondered to herself as she headed home. Boy would she have a story to tell them!

—-oooo—-

Crawling out of the front door of the temple, the once massive demon, now reduced to nothing more than a head on shoulders with half of one arm still attached, growled in fury of being defeated on this most important, sacred day. Vengeance clouded it’s mind many times over as it’s only desire now was to heal itself and find the damned woman who destroyed it’s clan and assured that their master would never come to this plain.

It would never get the chance. As an enormous white-hot light descended from the sky towards the temple, the demon let out its final cry.

Piccolo hovered high in the air as he one by one destroyed the temples.

"I still don’t like this. I don’t like that I just let Gohan’s mother go alone against a horde of beasts like them, and I like even less that I let her take an ancient alien artifact that even I have little knowledge about at this time…"

<<Stop worrying yourself Piccolo!>> A voice talked to him inside of his mind; much more casual and flighty than the previous ghostly, shrill speech Chichi was hearing previously…

<<That’s why you were there to keep an eye on her, just in case anything went wrong! And besides, this may be her one and only chance to make her wish come true, if nurtured the right way. It’s her long shot, Piccolo.>>

The Namekian growled under his breath as he responded mentally. <<I hope you know what your doing. Why are you doing this for her anyway?>>

Piccolo heard the Lord of Worlds cleared his throat before answering.

<<… I… have my reasons…>>

"…Right."

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