Majin of The Sixth (A DB Super OC Story)

Finding Super Saiyan! A Full Assault Unfolds from Lem!

Last time, on Majin of the Sixth...

The reveal of Lem's initial origins shocked the group. Apparently, the ancient entity of Majin Melisma, was the basis for him; an entity of pure destruction.

With that in mind, Vados told him of the good half that survived the encounter millennia ago, Mel. With the choice to meet her, he first decided to aide the Saiyans in their quest for power before heading towards the stranger.

The new Super Saiyan form will be discovered, now!

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(Seriously wondering if having themes here is a good idea)
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Several Days Later...

Frost Planet 88

"Really, this is the best your crew has?" I looked at the mountainous wasteland that Caulifla has. Her base of operations.

"What. I got it at the most reasonable price; free," She boasted, as if it was a good thing.

"Yeah...a free pile of shit," I commented, looking at the caves that had people come in and out showcasing stolen goods. Cabba clearly noticed this, but said nothing.

"Didn't you live in a literal garbage truck in space?" Ah, got me there. "Anyway, the boys will get you settled. In an hour, we're training,"

"Okay, milady," I chuckled, bowing at her in mock respect.

"Is that-"

"Sarcasm? Yes. Yes it is-oof!" A fist to my nose (barely tickles) made me step back a bit. "Jeez, you like punching people. Uh, got my candy?"

"Yeah..." Blinking, she must have realized my request. Yeah, it seemed trivial to her, but to me, it was life. "Over there, literally next to the gold, weapons, and literal treasure crates,"

"Okay, found it, thanks," I took the crate by one hand, shoving aside the shiny junk to enjoy myself. It has a variety, more so than the old gang.

Caulifla, was just really puzzled that I ignored the stuff that I could simply just take since it wasn't even well protected.

"...I don't understand you, I really don't...Cabba! That goes for you too. My boys will watch you, so no funny ideas. Right?"

"Y-Yeah...right..." Cabba shuffled between the many others that sneered at him; they clearly hated cops.

Inside the compound, it was still shit, but at least it was...well, attempting to look livable. Despite it being mostly mortar and metal, it felt like a house that would pass for a low-income community. Yes community; pretty big actually. Railings were there for those who were stupid enough to not learn basic flight techniques, the halls sometimes leading to outdoor scaffolding.

Honestly, the fact Caulifla, a snobbish self-entitled brat, could hold a place like this together...must say a lot of the ratio between strong people, average people, and doormats.

"SDF would kill to find a location with so much criminal activity," Cabba sighed. "How'd I get roped into this,"

"You let it happen, dude," I told him, chewing on some cherry licorice. "Seriously, you could easily one-shot everyone in this compound and have room for a golf game...except for one..."

"Hm? Who? Caulifla?"

"No...remember that taller girl, Kale? You weren't there, but...when her 'sis' was in danger, her aura was somewhat green, and her eyes slightly changed to white. There's more to her in that state," I said to him. He actually was visibly in thought.