Holy Soldier

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

@Crusader LordI'll get a response going soon. I was just busy with a week-long course this week.

SAGA: Dragon Ball AU

Name: Grisha
Race: Saiyan
Ki Color: Red
Power Level: 910
Location: Starts: Kousetsu Village; Ends: Headed to North Capital
Tag: Dyce, @Chev@Double@Weird Tales@IceHeart@King Cosmos

From a distance, black pillars of smoke could be seen rising from North Capital, signaling the Zandol’s destructive presence. The North Capital Police cordoned off five blocks, surrounding the green alien as he dealt with a group of street punk vigilantes. Their power levels hadn’t been as high as the last string of fighters he had encountered, but they still proved to be above the common human cockroach.

The blond-haired man had fallen to his hands and knees. His entire body was shaking beneath his bright-red gi in fear. His blue eyes were shrunk in fearful hysteria. “He…he killed Ryo,” he whimpered.

A young girl with two buns on her head, raced over to the warrior and rested a hand upon his back, “Kin! We have to retreat.”

Closing his eyes, Kin bore his teeth in anger. “I can’t! I must avenge Ryo.” He then thought, I can’t believe Ryo is dead…

Dyce’s eyes were lowered to the couple and half-lidded in boredom. Another worthless city…how many craters would he have to make before the planet’s champions finally came to face him? This couldn’t have been Earth’s mightiest. It was pathetic. The green alien had been hovering above the two vigilantes. “Save your breath,” he scoffed at Kin. “I’ll just make another swimming pool.”

The Zandol raised his hands above his head, palms turned up toward the blue sky, when suddenly a shadow appeared before Kin. He slightly raised his head to frown at the darkening circle. A giant of a man then landed before him. The asphalt cracked as a crater imploded the street where the man had landed. The blonde fighter and his girlfriend found themselves wailing as they were blown backwards by the source.

Dyce’s eyes widened slightly as he gazed upon the familiar, ape-like fighter. His hands closed into fists and slowly they lowered to his sides. “Aah, so you survived,” the alien uttered in what could have been in genuine amazement. “How embarrassing…I should have made sure you died on that mountain.”

Grisha stood boldly before the alien. His own hands were clenched into massive fists and his lips were turned downward in a stern frown. His nose was wrinkled like the snout of a lion, his beady black eyes shining with his anger. He didn’t wear his white devil helm or his brown fur cape. The warrior resembled a barbarian, wearing a white worn cotton tunic, brown trousers, with steel kneecaps and snow boots. Behind him, his lengthy brown tail flicked and curled with his irritation. Suddenly, his lips rolled back, presenting his teeth in a bestial display.

“Rrr! Green Man hurt Grisha!” Raising his fists, he threw them down and stomped his foot, causing the crater beneath him to expand wider with a spark of asphalt crumbs. The Saiyan’s short, black hair was standing on end, raised like the hackles of a beast as he roared, “GRISHA HURT GREEN MAN BACK!”

Dyce smirked. “You’ll be dead before you can lay a finger on me.”

The green man seemingly vanished in a blur and reappeared before the giant with a gray, bony sickle protruding from his forearm. The blade bit into the Saiyan’s side, sinking in about half an inch before the blade felt sudden resistance. Dyce’s eyes widened in surprise before he noticed during the brief hesitation, Grisha’s muscles swelling beneath his shirt with bulk. The flimsy shirt had suddenly tightened about the giant’s torso. His right arm was cocked back into a fist that he launched as though spring-loaded into the face of the surprised Zandol. The impact was strong enough to snap Dyce’s head backwards. Grisha charged forward, keeping his fist against Dyce’s face. He drove Dyce’s head toward the ground until a small pot hole formed in the road where it had struck. Dyce's body bounced off the street, and Grisha swung his left foot in a round kick, connecting with Dyce’s side so hard that the alien near snapped in half. Flipping through the air like a boomerang, Dyce’s body struck a parked hover car. The car folded like aluminum around him before its sophisticated energy source caused it to detonate like a bomb.

Lowering his foot, Grisha cracked a satisfied grin—vengeance! Dyce shot like a rocket from the wreckage, his body leaving black smoke trails. Two yellow spheres appeared in his hands before he lobbed them rapidly at Grisha like baseballs. The Saiyan raised his forearms before his face to guard against them. The yellow spheres popped destructively against his arms as Dyce followed up the distraction with a kick. Grisha’s stance, again to Dyce’s surprise, suddenly lowered. Dyce’s kick met Grisha’s forearms and the Saiyan grasped one of his ankles.

“Nuh-uh-uh-uh~!” Grisha childishly exclaimed. The same old trick wasn’t going to work on him twice. Like a sledgehammer, he swung Dyce over his head and slammed him face first into the ground. The street shattered like glass about the alien. Dyce groaned. He couldn’t believe what was happening!

“Aaah!” Dyce cried as Grisha lifted him again over his head, slamming him down upon his back. Baring his teeth, Dyce once more thrust his hands at Grisha, peppering the large ape. Grisha released him as he brought his arms before his face protectively.

Dyce fled into the air above him, chest expanding and sinking with his disturbed breaths. I let this go on for too long! he thought. The alien shot his arms into the air, palms up. He was prepared to detonate the entirety of North Capital.

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GM Note: Everyone is free to NPC Dyce. This is your comeback fight. Everyone will get a chance to fight or even tag-team him if you plot and collab it with each other. Just communicate! We'll go with the flow from here on until Dyce is beaten. Also, yes, Kin and Ryo were a satire of Street Fighter. So was the Chun Li knock-off.

SAGA: Dragon Ball AU [Reboot - Recruiting]

My laptop has exploded. I'll try to complete the shell I've been working on using a mobile phone. The game's pace gives me hope, though. Slow and steady. I'll be in touch soon.

@Nyxella

See you then! :)

SAGA: Dragon Ball AU

Name: Grisha
Race: Saiyan
Ki Color: Red
Power Level: 910
Location: Starts: Kousetsu Village; Ends: Headed to North Capital
Tag: Dyce, @Chev@Double@Weird Tales@IceHeart@King Cosmos

The clouds covered the sky like a quilt, shaking their light feathery flurries over the valley. Nestled in the snow were small round houses with buttery lights peeking through the ice that piled upon their window sills and gathered in mounds at their foundations. People adorned in furs and thick coats busied the white streets only the children finding the weather pleasant enough to have snow fights.

Seated at the window of one of the homes was a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A pink wool sweater embraced her warmly and blue jeans road her slender legs into white, fuzzy snow boots. Her fingers were curled, her chin rested upon her knuckles as she stared through half-lidded eyes at a couple passing her window arm-in-arm. A deep sigh left her lips and formed a white circle of vapor on the glass.

Sitting back in her chair with a pout shrinking her lips, the lovely blonde known as Lena whined, “He’s been gone for days.”

“I’m not complaining,” came her father, Tobias. He was at the stove stirring a pot of snow buffalo stew. “These past few days have been ni~ce and quiet.”

Lena crossed her arms upon the window sill and buried her nose within her sleeves as her father continued, “It’s nice being able to cook a small soup without someone criticizing my cooking. There no meat! Bear man eat like rabbit!”

Lena giggled at her father’s impersonation of Grisha. Sitting up, she raised her arms, curling them in a flex as she deepened her voice, “Meat make Grisha big and strong! More meat bunny man!”

“If I put in anymore meat, then the soup won’t be a soup. It’ll be a pot of meat.”

“You cry like baby! Grisha hate noisy baby!”

“You really need to teach him some more pronouns.”

“Lena try, but Grisha always gone,” Lena joked on a laugh.

Her face glowed with infectious laughter that tickled her father into joining in.

Mount Tengoku

The snow fell thickest in the mountains. A white mound in the form of a seated man stirred as clumps of snow and ice cracked free from his crown. Ice fell away from dark eyes that stared tensely into the horizon, overlooking the ice caps that bowed before the heavenly mountain. It hadn’t been the frozen scenery that he regarded but beyond the horizon was a foreign and great power that made the hairs of his tail stiffen. His brown tail unraveled from his waist and flicked in the air, ridding its pelt of ice. A low growl hummed from the snow-covered warrior’s throat before he uncrossed his legs and rose to his feet. Snow rolled from his body to pelt the stone at his feet.

Thrusting his arms out, he shrugged his shoulders and enveloped his body in the brown cape that hung from the steel mantle on his shoulders. The power level put the warrior on edge, and hopefully, whoever possessed it wouldn’t be drawn to the little village below. Crossing his arms, the guardian, Grisha, nervously monitored the unknown foe. He tensed up when the greater power started hurriedly in his direction. Grisha's nose wrinkled like the maw of a threatened beast. Immediately, he started to think about Lena and Kousetsu Village. If he remained where he was and confronted the enemy, then they would surely be safe. Not once did the warrior think about defeat. He would fight this foe until his last breath to keep Lena and his village safe.

Patiently, Grisha waited. His strong arms were still crossed beneath his cape and his tail sought comfort about his hips. The enemy had arrived as a speck in the distance and barely a second after, his approach was brought on by an enormous blast of air pressure. As the creature halted abruptly before the warrior, the air pressure struck Grisha like a typhoon, blowing the White Devil Crown from his head and tearing the cape clean from his mantle. Grisha, however, didn't move a centimeter. His arms had remained crossed and his frown remained hardened on his mug.

The creature, Dyce, grinned sinisterly at the Saiyan. "If you had been toppled by my approach, then I may not have taken you seriously, bravo."

Grisha said nothing as his dark eyes burned holes into the green man's. Dyce's smile never thawed as he went onto explain, "I am Dyce, one of a race known as the Zandol. I was sent here to judge the power of its inhabitants, but so far, I have found none that would prove to be a hindrance to our reign..."

Dyce eyed the warrior curiously, "Unless of course, you prove to be a challenge?"

The silence that stagnated between them eventually grew on the alien's nerves. Did this warrior not speak? His grin drooped into an irritable frown as he growled, "Does the Zettle worm have your tongue or does my presence frighten you so much that you are speechless?"

Dyce grinned condescendingly at the Saiyan, and Grisha finally spoke, "Grisha confused. Grisha never seen green vegetable speak or walk."

Grisha's hand went to his head as he began to scratch his scalp at this baffling discovery. "Plant have arms and legs like Grisha..."

Dyce's eyes widened in shock. "Plant? You mean me?"

Then in Grisha's mind he began to imagine a cucumber sprouting arms and legs and dancing about.

Shaking in anger, Dyce growled, "I am no vegetable you fool! I am a Zandol warrior! My people have destroyed thousands and conquered millions! This pathetic planet is but a stone in our path!"

The alien paused in his monologue of his nation's glory when he noticed the Saiyan wasn't paying him any mind. Grisha's palm was pressed against his forehead for trying to imagine a vegetable suddenly growing arms and legs was giving him a headache. Dyce could hear the warrior mumbling to himself, "What Lena say if Grisha bring home plant? Lena like veggies but be too big for pot. Perhaps Grisha chop to pieces?"

Snarling, Dyce growled, "It is I who will be chopping you to pieces!"

The kick had come so fast that before Grisha knew it, he was rocketing into the frozen sky with a terrible ache in his gut. The cucumber had appeared over top of him and dropped upon his shoulders, dropping him toward the rocky earth like a missile. An eruption of stone and ice arched into the air as a ten foot crater formed at the impact. The Zandol hovered over him and started to rapidly stomp against Grisha's back. Dycen suddenly stopped, grasped the back of Grisha's neck, and tossed him into the air over his shoulder.

"I don't have time for the likes of you!" Dyce roared.

As Grisha flew like a rag doll through the air, the warrior opened his eyes, his teeth grit in his pain. He saw Dyce holding his hand out in his direction. Immediately, he felt a searing heat against his skin and then after, everything went black. The Saiyan detonated in an orange flower of fire and smoke. His armor fell in pieces of melted shrap as the warrior's limp body went tumbling lifelessly down the mountain side.

Dyce exhaled his anger on a relieved breath before a smile returned to his face. He couldn't believe he had let himself get so worked up over nothing.

"Pathetic."

Dyce had remained on the mountain, staring down the cliff side hoping that that hadn't been the end of the duel. His last opponent had at least managed to fight back. Sneering in disappointment, Dyce sucked his teeth and pressed the button to activate his ki-sensing visor as he started to comb the earth for another adversary.

There has to be a challenge somewhere, the Zandol thought in frustration.

Slowly, Dyce levitated a few feet into the air unaware that he was being watched and turned in a circle until he faced the south. There were three signatures in the distance that twisted the alien's smile.

"Three versus one; this is going to be interesting," Dyce said to himself before he erupted in a yellow energy and took off like a rocket in the direction of North Capital.

Kosetsu Village

The door to the little round house opened and Lena sat up in her chair, raising her head from the window sill to see a familiar silhouette in the door.

"Grisha?" she queried in her uncertainty.

The warrior stepped across the threshold, the interior light bathing him and revealing his half-naked form. What remained of his clothes were some burnt and torn pants barely hanging onto his hips and the charred briefs that were seen visibly through the gaps in his trousers. His tail was singed, his short, black hair in disarray and he smelt of fire. The Saiyan hadn't come to the house alone, behind him were a string of young ladies, standing in his shadow and admiring him secretly from behind.

Lena's blonde brows shot upwards at the guardian's appearance and she asked in concern, "Grisha, what happened to you?"

Tobias turned from his cooking and was almost thrown back by Grisha's appearance. He was practically naked, and in his house in front of his poor, innocent daughter! He thrust the soup ladle in the incompetent warrior's direction.

"Put some clothes on!" he exclaimed.

Grisha stood there silently, staring back into his mind as his defeat played over and over again. His brows furrowed angrily when Lena asked him what had happened. The incident still gave him a headache even after its end. Clenching his fists in anger, the warrior growled, "Green Man hurt Grisha. Grisha fell from mountain. Mountain took Grisha two days to climb, and Grisha no finish him! How Green Man fly but Grisha can't? Green Man talk too, better than Grisha."

Baring his teeth in his anger, the Saiyan growled before raising his fists and bellowing, "GRISHA WILL AVENGE HIMSELF AND KILL GREEN MAN!"

Grisha's pants and underwear popped free from his hips to plop to the floor at his feet and Lena's mouth fell open in speechlessness. The girls behind him froze in shock and Tobias's ladle bobbed up and down between Grisha's crotch and face as his mouth fell open. His eyes darted to Lena whose face was glowing so red it lit the entire room. Grabbing his apron, Tobias dropped the ladle and rushed over to Grisha to smash it against him. Poking his head passed the warrior's hip, the father screamed, "There's nothing to see here!"

Pushing the door closed, the girls remained standing in flushed shock.

"Lena, well, you see, uh..." How was a father supposed to explain what her virgin eyes had seen?

Lena had a hand pressed to her face and she fanned at her father dismissively, "You don't have to explain. It's all right."

Her inner demon giggled impishly, When Grisha was in a coma, I got to see as much of him as I wanted, hee, hee, hee!

The father stared up at Grisha who was staring at him as though HE was awkward. Looping the apron strap about the warrior's neck, the father stepped back as Grisha's gaze lowered to the garment.

"Why give Grisha apron? Grisha cook nothing."

"You're naked you imbecile!" Tobias barked.

Lena frowned at her father, "Daddy don't yell at Grisha. He only means well."

Tobias faced Lena and argued, "Means well? Coming in our house half-naked, looking like he played with fire and lost, means well?"

Upon glancing at the pot of soup, all thoughts about his revenge were forgotten as Grisha questioned with raised brows, "You make soup for Grisha?"

Tobias's head snapped so hard over his shoulder that he could have broken his own neck. "Oh no! Not this again!"

Lena laughed at her father's and Grisha's antics. Despite Grisha's appearance, things seemed back to normal, although the warrior's disheveled appearance and his mentioning of a "Green Man" bothered her. He never was good with details. It was another something they would need to work on.

After Lunch

After a dull meal—there wasn’t enough meat—Grisha had started racing to North Capital. His powerful legs moved in a blur, carrying him up mountains and across the water without sinking. From a small secluded island in the north, Grisha made a beeline through canyons and between cliffs to North Capital.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@GamerXZAlso, if you are talking about OCs, like characters not from a video game at all, then those are not permitted. They defeat the purpose of this game. However, OCs created in a video game such as they allow you to make in Fallout, MMOs, Dark Souls, Elder Scrolls, etc. Those are permitted.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Level: 6
Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Ragnarok
Tag: @Dawnrider@Zarkun@Lugubrious@DracoLunaris@Tenma Tendo
Limit Break: 0/10
Summon: 1/1 (uses per boss battle)

Cloud was used to jumping from one plot to the next. His mission to find and stop Sephiroth had taken years, and even after he thought he had stopped him for good in The Crater, he still managed to somehow survive. The swordsman walked up the ramp of the ship, carrying a sack over his shoulder. He found a nice empty spot along the wall and set his sack down, opening it to remove a hammock. The ether had restored his mana, but his body still needed to rest. As he hooked the hammock up, he turned and sat within the cloth bed before turning comfortably into it. Every minute he had to rest, he was going to take advantage. His arms crossed behind his head and he closed his eyes to rest them. While he relaxed, he listened to Naija, cracking open a single eye to peek at her briefly before his eye closed once more. She sounded…emotional. Something bad must have happened. As introductions went around, Cloud calmly began: “Cloud. I’m a mercenary. That’s all you need to know.”

He heard Slayer’s request. Cloud didn’t know the entire story himself, but he knew who knew what happened on Dream Land. “Ask the penguin,” he muttered insensitively. He didn’t care that he had put King Dedede on blast. He was the reason why they were even on a ship chasing after pirates.

PXO: Alpha Academy

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Floor 49 - Tetris Castle -> Into the portal and to Azeroth
Tag: @Zarkun@WXer@DracoLunaris@ONL

After he and Squirtle received a booster shot, while The Prince gave them their mission brief, Blue was zipping up a puffy light blue coat and pulling a wool hat with ear flaps down over his blonde-head. He then peered down at a blue turtle who was gazing up at him curiously. A wide grin expanded on Blue’s face. “Don’t worry buddy, I didn’t forget about you,” he reassured his Pokemon.

Squirtle smiled and raised his claws. “Squirtle!”

Shrugging his backpack from his shoulders, Blue set it upon the floor and unzipped it. He dunked a hand within and rummaged around for the child-sized clothes he received from Rosalina. He pulled out a small bubble coat and snow beanie, and held them up in each of his hands for Squirtle to see. “See!”

Squirtle waved his claws in the air and danced, “Squirtle; Squirtle!”

Blue set down the hat and unzipped the coat to begin dressing his Pokemon. “The doctors said that the place where we’re going is going to be cold, so we need to keep warm.”

He pulled the hat down over Squirtle’s head and then rested his hands upon his hips as he proudly observed the fit. Squirtle peered down at his coat, turning left and right, and then gazed up at his hat. “Squirtle!”

“Yeah; it looks good on you buddy!”

Blue zipped up his backpack and rose to his feet. Shouldering his bag, he glanced at the group, his eyes wide with curiosity. Everyone was so different. The guy in the suit looked the most normal and would probably be someone he could relate to most. He watched Cole remove a notebook and seemed to be taking notes. Blue’s brows shot upwards and he started patting his pockets for stationary that he knew didn’t exist. He then turned to Squirtle and asked nervously, “Do you remember the docs saying we may need to take notes?”

Squirtle gave the trainer a blank expression and then shrugged his shoulders, raising his claws as he shook his head: “Squirtle, squirtle…”

Blue puffed his cheeks and pouted. Well, I hope he didn’t say anything too important. Regardless, my team has my back!

Everyone suddenly started vanishing into the portal after some creepy armor guy. “Yuh!? Already?” He turned to his Pokemon. “Come on Squirtle! Let’s not get left behind!”

“Squirtle!”

The Pokemon and his trainer quickly dashed through the portal only to appear on the other side. Immediately, Blue’s face felt chilled. His teeth clenched as he felt the shiver dart up and down his spine. “Great Gyarados it’s cold!”

Squirtle crossed his arms and shivered, “Squirtle!”

Gazing at his Pokemon, Blue reached down to his belt, plucking one of the condensed Pokeballs. Pushing the button, the ball swelled in his hand and he pointed it at Squirtle. “Here, Squirtle. Keep warm inside your Pokeball.”

A red laser shot out from the ball to zap the Pokemon. The turtle shrank within the beam’s light and retracted with it back inside the ball. Condensing the ball, Blue attached it to his belt and grasped the straps of his bag. “I wish I brought more warm things to wear! Brr!”

PXO: Alpha Academy

Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: The Forbidden Lands Temple
Tagging: @Guardian Angel Haruki@DracoLunaris@ONL@DJAtomika@Tenma Tendo

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Once the group decided to make their way across the bridge, they would find that a gust beat against their bodies as they crossed the narrow rock path. The bridge felt as though it went on forever, but eventually the temple neared and within, lining the walls, were statues of various beasts. At the end of the grand foyer, where the light shined through man-made windows was a mysterious altar. After approaching and inspecting it, an eerie presence settled over the chamber. No matter what universe the heroes originated, the presence was palpable like a sheet and teased the sixth sense. It was an uncomfortable tension. A voice distorted with that of a man and a woman spoke from the ceiling; the walls; the very air:

The voice spoke in a foreign language unlike any found in their dimensions and somehow, the group understood.

Visitors. I have not been visited in centuries. So many have deemed this land forbidden. And yet…you come…

PXO: Alpha Academy

Level: 3
Day/Time: Day 3 - Evening
Location: Floor 49 - Tetris Castle to The Forbidden Lands Temple Bridge
Tag: @DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@ONL@DJAtomika@Tenma Tendo

Standing with the group before the prince was a man wearing a black and purple, futuristic suit. Sunglasses hid his eyes, obscuring the dread that made his face droop. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Boss muttered under his breath while The Prince gave his speech.

Well, if you hadn’t failed Christmas… Kenzie began.

His brows crashed together over his shades. “Don’t you fuckin’ blame me for that. I didn’t fail Christmas. Christmas failed me! Who knew that one guy was gonna up and bail, and shit?”

You mean Reuben? I thought you two had a bromance.

“No way! That son of a bitch betrayed me. He was supposed to stay by my side and he ran off like a pussy!”

Watch your language Boss. This game isn’t rated M for Mature.

Tilting his head back, Mr. President sighed dramatically. He should have been in Charlie Squad or even Delta! Yeah! He was good enough to be Delta. Everyone else just keeps holding him back! His obscured blue eyes shifted to the Femme Bot. Her again. Shit. He just had to be paired with her. He didn’t trust her one bit.

“They put that red b-” He closed his eyes, lips pursing as he held back a curse word. “That red tin can on my mission.” He was already calling the mission his.

Boss, you have to let go of the past. Why don’t you learn from your mistakes? You were pretty harsh last time. Your team would have led a revolt eventually. It’s no wonder Reuben abandoned you.

“Leave Reuben out of this Kenzie!”

Excuse me, I didn’t know you two were married.

Boss glared over at Piper. He was not looking forward to working with her again. When he found out that she was on his team…again…a hand rose to his face. His thumb and index finger pinched the corners of his eyes. “This game is trying to piss me off.”

Deep breaths Boss. Remember, try to be nicer.

“Fuck that!”

While the group exchanged introductions, once they were allowed to go through the portal, Mr. President clenched his fists and marched right on through. The world flashed white before his eyes, and he fluttered them to clear them of the glare (good thing he brought sunglasses). Boss’s eyes widened as he gazed about at the extensive landscape. His lips parted in awe.

“Are we in New Zealand?” he wondered aloud.

Of course not dummy!

Wiping the enraptured look from his face, the Boss finally faced the group and rested his hands upon his hips. He tried not to look exasperated, irritable, frustrated, and maybe a pinch angry…he failed. “All right. Those who are on my team. I’m gonna keep this short. I am the President of the United States, the greatest fucking country in the world and the universe whether it be a video game or real. I am the leader of the Third Street Saints—a gang. That’s right. You can call me Boss. I’m not hard to work with. I like to keep things simple. If you do what I say, then maybe you’ll make it home alive. If you go running off in pursuit of some strange demonic voice, then I can’t protect you and our mission will fail. So just follow directions capisce?”

The boss pointed over to the bridge at the temple. “Now because that’s the only structure I can see within a mile, and it’s literally in front of us, I think we can all agree that we need to go there. So let’s go.”

Mr. President whirled and started for the bridge.

I can just feel the love and joy already, Kenzie muttered sarcastically.

“Shut up Kenzie,” Boss grumbled.

SAGA: Dragon Ball AU [Reboot - Recruiting]

@TheForgottenArcAlso, there was a mistake in the CS. It should be five techniques, abilities, and spells for every race. You can also find the main game here.