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Ryan felt relief as he wound around to see his friend, and heaved a sigh of the same nature, but it was short lived as he saw the condition he was in. Ryan walked over, confusion spread across his face at the condition he was in. "Wha...what happened? Last time I checked, you lived in a relatively populated area." He shook his head, this was no time for jokes. He sighed as he walked over towards Bubbles. "We will get you stronger, my friend. But explain to me what happened. I know your abilities surpass my own, but I can help even a bit." He placed a hand on Bubbles' shoulder. "C'mon, let's sit down and you tell me what went on here."

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Ryan's face melted into an expression of 'I don't know what to think at that.' It then quickly became a face of disbelief and then he brought his hand up to his face and facepalmed. "If he's that evil as to kill kids for one of the dragonballs and the legends my father told me about when I was a kid are true, then we may have a huge problem on our hands. And I don't mean just a city's worth. I'm talkin the whole entire Earth and maybe even the Afterlife as well." The young swordsman's face became serious as he looked his friend in the eyes.

"The legend says that the dragonballs give the user access to the mighty dragon Shenron, who, upon being summoned, grants the user a spoken wish. I have heard two different stories that pertain to the number of wishes. Some say one wish, the others say two wishes. Whichever it is, these wishes can grant the wisher anything they please. As far as I know, nothing is impossible for the dragon. If he wishes the world to be under his control, we'd all obey him and not even care why. As for how many dragonballs there are, I don't know. Again the stories differ on the number, but the most recurring number is seven. 'Lucky number seven', I guess.

As for how he's finding the dragonballs, there must be some way he's tracking them. Something about the dragonballs must be able to be traced. We could find him if we could track the dragonballs ourselves, but I know I'm nowhere near strong enough. I'd just get in the way as I am now. And by the looks of you, you are good enough to survive, but can you beat him?" Ryan let his question trail off as he looked to the ground, noticing the small Majin girl for the first time. He pointed at her and then looked back to Bubbles. "What's with this little one? She a survivor you found?"

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Ryan let out a soft chuckle and then looked to the sky. "You. A father. Who woulda thought it?" He then shook his head and sighed as he looked back to the small Majin sitting on the ground,then back to Bubbles. "So, what's the plan from here on out? Not much we can do here at the moment, and I WAS going to head to the Kikoukenjutsu School to further my training, but it looks as if I may not be able to do that from here on out with a mad man armed to the teeth with a power level higher than ours, and he has at least one dragonball that I know of. This isn't good at all."

He looked to the distance, an inquisitive look across his face. He didn't have much he could bring to the table in terms of skill, but he'd always been good at attack coordination. Finding that one weak point and exploiting it. Thing about it is, though, he would have to actually fight the guy to find this out, and doing that meant the possibility of coming down with a sudden case of death.

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Ryan nodded in agreement with Bubbles and stood up, stretching to get ready for the trip to the Kikoukenjutsu School, but moreso cause he was a bit stiff after sitting on the cold stone rubble. After he finished his stretching, he turned and looked to his friend. "You're referring to the Burning Attack. Quite a powerful move from what I've heard. I'll be sure to learn it myself. I plan on learning everything there before I move on. I also would like to take a trip to the Turtle School if possible. I'd like to learn the Kamehameha from there. I need a beam attack in my repitoir. It's good to have a bit of everything learned, so it would be easier to adapt to your opponent's style." Ryan's attention then turned to Wave and he smiled a bit. "She definitely looks like her father, that's for sure. Want me to go with you to drop her off, or would you rather me go ahead and head to the Kikoukenjutsu School?"

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"Sure thing, my friend." Ryan watched as Bubbles picked up his daughter and left, returning his friends wave as the two Majin's left. He then turned and powered up, his green aura flaming up around him. He then took off towards the Kikoukenjutsu School, where he would look for and train with someone he had known a long time. Someone who he knew would gladly take on the son of the man he killed. His own flesh and blood, his father's brother.

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Gabriel loomed over the city as he sat on the clouds, thinking about the people below him and what misfortunes they might encounter that might inspire dark wishes. He needed more power to give him the strength to unlock his strength and potential as a demon. So much to be done and yet the people were working happily toward that goal of getting this city back on its feet. "Feh... only three tags today, this is pathetic." He grumbled before he looked down to a car being parked by a man. He looked like an important foreman and he seemed to be ready for business. Gabriel decided to follow the man, as people of power often generated wishes of malcontent.

As Gabriel watched and followed the man. He grinned wide as he started a meeting with the employees. This meeting wasnt going to go so well as the feelings of malcontent and desires of evil toward the man floated to Gabriel in the form of new tags, which took no visible form to those around until they connected with the body of the demon. "He he he... This will be good." He said with a malicious whisper to himself as the dark demon watched the meeting go on. It seemed the work crew was being repremanded for taking longer breaks than normal. These sort of things never went down good amongst employees and the moral drop could already be felt as fifteen tags integrated themselves into Gabriel's lanky frame. "Oh... well... seems I need to grant a wish." The green haired demon said as he looked to his chest. The wishes all wished for something bad to happen to the foreman leader, however... Gabriel already had the misfortune that would befall the "back breaking son of a pig" as one of the tags labled him. The foreman took pride in his car, often wishing how his friends could look at it and be jealous at how rich he had become. "Hehehe... Wish Granted..." He chuckled as he looked through the window to the workers full of malcontent for their slave driver of a boss.

As Gabriel floated away from the building and over to the parked cars. There sat the foreman's blue Porche, all nice and shiny with it's spinning rims and hula girl dash ornament. "Right... lets get this party started." He said with a dark chuckle before he aimed his hand at the car. Red ki energy charged along his palm before he slashed out at the luxary import. Red lines of ki energy mirroring his claws ripped through the steel and fiber glass like butter as the car then fell into pieces like a loaf of sliced bread, and then it exploded. "Welp... Time to get lost." He said with a wide grin as he dashed off at the speed of flight to go sit on a rooftop and watch the chaos that insued. People came running out of the building, the foreman immediately burst into tears and wished the b*****d who did this would die... it was a lovely, well earned wish that was integrated into Gabriel's form. Most of all, he was pleased to watch the employees secretly whisper about how their boss deserved it, and they desired to know who did it. That would be impossible... Gabriel was only effective if people didnt know him. None the less, this was an interesting way to bring himself an influx of power to further increase and break seals.

Frostbite had returned to the source of the Changling Race on Earth. This place known as the 'City of Sin' or Satan City. Though it was destroyed and in the process of reconstruction, Frostbite still felt at home here for some strange reason. As the bio-changling looked around at the surroundings he decided he would need to fight a proper place to begin training and working out to increase his ki levels and eventually produce an evolution. He was certain though, that with his royal genetics, that he could surpass the known five forms and transcend into a sixth form and possibly even beyond. There was no known limit to his power and for him to even concieve such a limit was just weakening himself in his oppinion. Frost had decided that he would keep fighting and growing stronger until that limit was discovered if it ever was.

The idea of no limits brought him back to memories of his awakening once more and to how the scientists seemed so proud of his successful "birth" and their mirrored pride at their own expertise at playing god and making an ultimate creation. It was interesting, like the god makers were proud of their work, but at the same time felt closer to being gods themselves by their own success. The young Frost had stepped foward and remembered looking around before his programming kicked in and he declared himself the mighty Prince Frostbite and would strike down those who opposed him and the great Red Ribbon Army. It was a glorious day when his creation was celebrated by them giving him an assignment to go train in the Academy and grow stronger to perfect this godly form and existence they had given him, and then to return for some final adjustments before the big mission to take down the renegade Red Ribbon property. It was this memory that made Frostbite remember that he had a purpose unlike the millions of ants and cockroaches that littered this planet. Without Red Ribbon's leadership over the planet, these people would fester and rot the planet away, and Prince Frostbite would not allow these insects to spoil his new domain.

As the memories faded he realized that he had been floating above the city for a long while now, just waisting time. Frost knew that the waste of time was inexcusable, but he would continue on and fight for the might of the great Red Ribbon Army despite his short comings. While he flew down toward the city, he found an abandoned ruins of an old sky scraper that would serve perfectly. It wasnt like anyone was going to get pissed off at him destroying a destroyed building while training. So he landed there amongst the rubble and began to warm up by doing some basic stretches. Even as a mighty android, the concept of a proper work-out still required stretching to get the ki moving around the body and to stimulate the muscles so there were no self-injuries acquired. He then began to punch a standing steel structure like a punching bag. His fists made 'clang clang clang' sounds as he peppered it with strikes. Punching the beam hurt a little, but the object was to overcome the pain and to grow strong enough to dent it, and even break it in twain. This was the power of growth and evolution he was blessed with by his creators, and he was not going to let them down because of a little pain here and there. The road to the top was carved in blood and pain, and nothing would change that fact. Even as the mighty Prince android punched at the steel beam, he could feel molecular changes occuring inside of his body. Was this what the scientists were referring to when they said that he needed to gain the strength to evolve? Maybe, and this only gave him more encouragement to kick up the pace a little as his punches became faster and he put more effort behind them. He was sick of this form and needed something stronger, and if it meant punching a steel beam to get it, then he would be there all day long. There was no limit to his determination to evolve and grow stronger and this made him throw in some kicks here and there with his punching routine. The beam still making the sounds like a bell tolling and heralding in the birth of a new godling as he punched and kicked.
As Prince Frostbite trained he began to hear echos in his head from his genetic memory. The hatred of Cooler, Frieza, and Cold lived within him and it was urging him to move foward by providing him with memories of their defeat at the hands of the Saiyans. These memories were from ages past, but they only fueled the rage and hatred building up inside the android. It made him angry that these three had met their end at the hands of some stupid filthy as monkies and that they would be avenged by being part of him. They would take revenge on the remnants of the Saiyan race together and nothing could stop them. It was like Frostbite had become the avenger of the Changling race, and he would do it with the guidance of the strong Red Ribbon Army at his back. The memories were haunting still, of the events on planet Namek, and the swift demise of King Cold by some time traveling super saiyan with a sword? This was bullshit, as if fate and time had favored those monkies over the Changlings at every turn. Frost was determined that now, things would be different. With the power of three mighty changlings that made up what he is, he would take that power and defy fate this time to crush the life out of those who opposed Red Ribbon and then the Saiyan-Hybrids of Earth.

The more that Frostbite trained and grew in strength, he could feel the genetic memories urging him foward, enhancing his desire for more power. He would gain that power and he would use it to crush those fools. He was determined evermore as he punched and kicked the steel beam, letting the rush of energy overcome him until finally something began to change inside of him until that feeling became external. His body began to grow suddenly as muscles grew stronger, he grew taller, and horns sprouted from the sides of his head. He had reached the second stage of Changling evolution, but still it felt like there was something more to this existence as he amped up the training and found his punches leaving dents now and the pain starting to feel like nothing at all. Red Ribbon was right in the fact that he would become stronger like a god, and this transformation was all the proof he needed to fully trust their words and never doubt them again. "You think that the fools can stand against me once im fully evolved...heh! I am the mighty Prince Frostbite and none will deny my power." He roared at the beam in a deeper voice now. Effort to break it and shatter it had increased with each stroke and swing of his fists and feet. Dents were appearing and growing larger in the beam as he increased the pace and force of his strikes. "This is for my ancestors before me!" He roared out as he continued his barrage of physical attacks on the steel structure. There was a growing power surging through his body once more as he pushed himself to the limit. With one last mighty roar of shounen anime macho power, he sent a punch to the beam that caused it to crack, and then topple over like a tree.

As the beam had been cracked and toppled, the surge of power grew stronger inside of Frostbite, as the android was undergoing another change that often took most changlings years and years of growth and power to achieve. This had to be due to his royal genetics and the combination of three royals as they were all noted to have reached their full transformations and evolutions faster than any other changling before them, which gave them the power and ability to take control of leadership of the race. It all felt like a skull splitting headache, and then the transformation began to take place as his head began to elongate and his muscles began to grow even stronger. His mouth was widening and he could feel the power coursing through his veins. It was a powerful existence, yet somehow he felt there was more to this life. The evolution was a stepping stone toward greatness as he felt the power bulging through his muscles and form. The white plating that made up his body seemed reinforced. It was like he could take more punishment from those he probably couldnt have before. "So this is what true power feels like." He said with a wide grin on his toothy grin.