It's been a few days since communication with my family has gone down. So far, I've made some slight, but noticeable progress with my Great Ape transformation. I'm now fully conscious during the process, but it's like I'm seeing red constantly.
It's almost as if I'm a passenger in my own damn body. I hate it, but there's nothing I can do but ride out the storm.
Ever since my reincarnation, it's been nothing but training, training, and training. And while I actually enjoy the feeling of my power growing and expanding higher, mastering transformations is nothing like my usual training.
"Just keep transforming, Zyleth! Eventually you'll be able to control it!" My father's voice echoes in my head.
Ah, yes, just keep doing something over and over expecting a different result. It's almost as if the entire Saiyan race was made to try and contradict the definition of insanity. And thing that makes it worse is that it's the only method that actually fucking works...
"God, I need a break..." I groan to myself, rubbing the sides of my temple with ever growing frustration.
Deciding that I should go clear my head, I get up and walk out the ship, flying back towards the ruins of the destroyed city. There were a few buildings that were just barely left standing that I could explore.
I needed something different than the constant routine of transforming, waiting to revert to normal, flying back to my ship, sleeping for a few hours, and waking up to repeat the cycle all over again.
After a few minutes, I landed in the middle of the destroyed city and look around at the remaining buildings to see if any of them looked important or interesting enough to explore.
The tall building in the middle of the city was still standing surprisingly, even though I had transformed directly on top of it. It wasn't exactly standing as tall as it used to, but I don't think it'll fall if I started poking through its remains.
At least I don't think it will.
I'm a warrior, not a fucking architect. There's a reason that I didn't end up being reincarnated into Classroom of the Elite.
Amid the ruins of the derelict mega structure was a whole lot of dust and whole lot more of goddamn nothing.
I assumed as much, but I can't say that I'm not a little disappointed. For a race that prided itself on being smart, they sure didn't seem to come up with a strategy in the case that we actually succeeded in taking over.
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"The basement." I muttered with realization as rolled my eyes at my own stupidity.
I jump out of a broken window and fall towards the ground floor, slowing my descent a few seconds before I went splat against the ground.
I look at all the rubble covering the floor before looking up at the unstable walls of structure, coming to the brilliant conclusion that I wouldn't like to know what it feels like to be buried underneath a pile of rubble again.
I had enough of that back on Planet Vegeta...
"Well, blasting my way through is definitely out of the damn question..."
If pulling a Vegeta is out then what else can I do?
I rack my mind up and down to try and remember anything that could circumvent me moving all the rubble by hand, when I suddenly remember something that Goku did once and then proceeded to never use again.
I hold out my hand and concentrate my Ki around the rubble in front of me. I feel a warm sensation start to form on my hand and I hear the rubble in front of me start to move.
Upon opening my eyes back up, I see that my dark purple Ki had formed a thin layer around my hand and that a few sizable chunks of rubble in front of me had begun to float up in the air.
"Huh... That was a lot easier than I thought it would be..." I muttered to myself with a little bit of surprise.
I thought Telekinesis would take me at least an hour to get a grasp of, but apparently not. It was a lot simpler than one would think.
Shaking off how surprisingly easy it was to perform, I used my newfound technique to clear away the remaining rubble. After clearing about seventy percent of the debris, I found a small hatch built into the floor.
"Jackpot." I smirked, walking towards it.
I pry the hatch off its hinges, as it had been damaged shut from the debris, and form a sphere of Ki in my hand. I stretch my hand out and let the light emanating from the Ki sphere shine on the darkness inside. I see a ladder leading down to nothing but more darkness and groan.
"This is slowly turning into a horror film..." I mutter before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh. "In for penny..."
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths before jumping down into the abyss. I fall for a few seconds before I finally hit the floor, sensing nothing out of the ordinary. Taking a few steps, I was suddenly hit by this rancid smell that immediate made me want to vomit.
I put more energy into the Ki sphere and illuminate more of the room around me. There was a bunch of small pillars in the floor that seemed to give off a similar appearance to a server room back on Earth during my old life.
There were also a few bodies on the floor that seemed to have been down here for quite a while.
"I guess you all were the cause of that smell..." I said with disgust before I kneel down and take a look at one of the decaying bodies.
Turning it onto its back, I see that the body seemed to have been disemboweled. My eyes narrow in both confusion and curiosity before I lean in closer to examine the body more carefully.
"Are those... teeth marks?" I asked myself.
"DIE, SAIYAN!"
Without even turning my head towards the voice, I quickly stretch out my arm and release a small concentrated beam from my finger.
With my head finally catching up to my arm, I see one of those amphibious aliens stagger backwards, holding its chest where my beam had hit it.
I get up to my feet and fire over a dozen more beams before it dropped onto its knees, falling dead on the floor. As it fell, I hear something metallic also hit the floor and see a metal pole roll away from its body.
"FUCKING PIECE OF..." I grit my teeth and blast its body with a dozen more shots.
Why didn't I sense this guy when I came in?
I look at the alien more closely, seeing that it was considerably skinnier than the ones I had met before on the roof of the large skyscraper.
Starvation...
After the tower fell, this thing and its friends must have started starving to death down here. And considering the teeth marks on the other one, it's safe to say that this one started eating his friends corpses.
"That's one bleak motherfucking fate, huh, asshole?" I asked as I fired another beam into its body before turning away to continue my search of the basement.
At the end of the long and dark room, there was a sizable computer with a bunch of buttons with alien script written on it.
Great.... So even if I hadn't knocked out the damn power grid, it seems as though there wouldn't be any way for me to access these servers anyway.
"I guess I'll just have leave a beacon for the Saiyan Salvage Team to come recover everything here."
Even if there was something useful on all of these drives, I wouldn't know until the Salvage Team recovers all this data and deciphers the language.
While this probably wasn't a big waste of time, I still couldn't help but feel as though it was. I shake my head in frustration before turning to leave.
"Wait a second..." I muttered as I turned back to the computer, looking at the keyboard with alien script.
If they have their own language, how the hell did they know English?
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