Majin of The Sixth (A DB Super OC Story)

An Anger Boils To The Surface! Awaken, a True Majin!

This form was odd. If didn't feel like me, yet, it felt...natural. My aura was just forever indulged in black-red, my skin a pinkish tone. The only real problem was the pointless tail I had, like...how do I even adapt that? But, those were small gripes. Very small.

"Aha, so that's what a 'true' Majin looks like? How appropriate. And powerful, as well. At least I can be rid of a grave threat easier," I looked at my hands, pink, with black bands, trimmed with gold. I knew these hands. They were smaller, delicate...

I remember holding them tightly.

"...Caulifla. Let me handle this," I ordered her, walking towards him.

"W-Wait?! Alright pinky pie, no one tells me-"

"I am not asking for you're permission!" I shouted towards her, as we stared at each other down. "I am not arguing with you. I need this..."

"..." With a blink, she slowly thought about it. Closing her eyes, she huffed.

Ignoring the retreating allies, I was now in the line of fire from Phazon. That menace. The one who made me do this to Mel. Everything in my body tensed up, my rage, my intense overwhelming emotions making my aura burn brighter amongst the white snow.

"Amazing. Truly amazing. I'm surprised you didn't do it sooner-" My tail had wrapped around him. Funny thing is...I hadn't moved any closer. As my Majin body technically doesn't have bones.

My tail has stretched far enough to choke him, pulling him towards me.

"You don't understand a thing. This power is amazing. I have no limits from earlier to keep me behind others. But despite all those benefits...I had to get rid of somebody important. I hate this," Tightening my grip on the General, I felt his tendrils jab into my tail.

He was attempting to siphon my energy, my stamina. No, that isn't as easy as before. Phazon has nothing on me.

"Although...I care deeply about them. Now that I'm like this...I am not letting anyone else disappear on my watch!!" Flipping him over, I fired a massive Truant Sphere above me. Wasn't going to kill him, but it'd sting.

Waiting in the air, I tried to see what he might do next as a crater in the horizon widened enough to fit a large urban sprawl. The impact should be settling by now, as Phazon's prior body re-emerges from the rubble, broken in pieces as his form attempted to become whole. Big problem though, the damaged parts were only being replaced, not fixed. It was imperfect regeneration.

"Dammit..." Good, he was noticing it as well.

"Stand up. I'm not done breaking you..." I floated towards him. A dozen or so tendrils fired into my pink skin, causing me to flinch a little. Not of pain, no...but my skin was technically play dough. "Really?"

"Indeed. Why else would I upgrade myself to such a new form?" He taunted. "You still aren't able to fully utilize you're powers, Majin,"

"...maybe. But..." I moved my hand, grabbing a bundle of the tendrils off of me. "I can do this,"

Like the last time, energy was poured into this point, as his chest region expanded, until...it exploded in soot and fire. And blood, I think. It wasn't red, but I assume it's blood.

My wounds healed instantly, as he tried to add to what was no longer present. Even the heavy hits that should work were null with my body not really having bones. Wait...with my fingers, I expanded them to hit him square between the eyes, another chunk of flesh gone in black dust.

His free hand cut my lengthened fingers off, as I doubled back. It may not count, but it hurt. Watching my fingers regenerate, I realized something. I could feel those severed parts still feel things.