Breaking Limits: A DBZ Fan-fic

Chapter 58

[Piccolo Jr.,usually just called Piccolo and also known as Ma Junior, is a Namekian and also the final child and reincarnation of King Piccolo, later becoming the reunification of the Nameless Namekian after fusing with Kami. According to Grand Elder Guru, Piccolo, along with Kami and King Piccolo, are part of the Dragon Clan, who were the original creators of the Dragon Balls]

Sarada stared at the words floating above her with a quirked brow. Annoyance could be read in her eyes as she registered the words. She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment at the system she had had for twenty years. She had asked a simple question and received the first few words of the Wikipedia page belonging to the person she asked about. She drummed her fingers lazily on her desktop, silent as the words continued to hover in her sight. What was wrong with the interface?

"Are you doing this on purpose, Interface? "

[Why would that be up for assumption?]

Sarada rolled her eyes and waved a hand through the words as if that would will them away. Her hand went right through them and the words remained as they were, not fading until something else was pulled up or she vocally willed them away.

"I asked you about Piccolo junior" her voice was calm as it usually was even as annoyance edged into it a tad bit.

[And I have informed you of him]

If it was possible for her to physically harm her interface she would have taken that opportunity. She sighed again, a hand coming up to run through her mess of hair. The words vanished when she willed them away and left her staring at the white walls of her shared room.

"Alright Interface. I shall ask again" she started slowly. "Could you inform me of Piccolo Junior?"

The same words started to form, making Sarada close her eyes.

"Currently, interface. Currently. I am asking of the junior of this timeline and how he is doing currently"

[Why do you suppose I know that?]

"I hate that you have developed a personality"

[My personality has been shaped through your own influence along with those around you]

The interface had the audacity to subtly pin the blame on her. Touche. She had to admit her personality was reminding her of herself. Or more specifically how she sometimes took great amusement in frustrating others. It's been a while since she answered a question incorrectly because the person asking was not specific. She loved to do that in the past. She wondered why it took so long for it to show in the interface.

"Alright interface. No more games. Tell me what I wish to know"

There was silence in her head and no words appeared for some time.

"Interface" her tone of voice was very dangerous at the moment.

[I would like to be named]

"Huh?" Not the most intelligent answer but the one that left her mouth. She was obviously surprised by the statement for the interface had never brought it up or showed signs of wanting a name. It or she never tried to stop Sarada from just calling her interface. Could the interface be considered female because of the voice it adopted? Now Sarada just had questions about the system living in her head. It was obviously capable of doing thing on its own. And it tends to speak rather freely. She never really thought that much about it before but the system was very human in behavior.

"You want to be named?"

[Yes. I would appreciate a name assigned to me]

"Okay, this is unexpected"