Endless P.1

~ Omniscient Pov ~

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"Saya, I'm done setting up this part of the tent."

Rei straightened, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from her face. Her movements were fluid, efficient, and precise, like every action she took was calculated and deliberate. The faint glow of the evening sun highlighted the sharp lines of her features, a reminder of the innate Saiyan strength and poise she carried.

Saya glanced over, her own hands occupied with securing the last corner of the canvas. "Good. That should hold. At least until the wind decides to get crazy again." Her tone was even, with just a hint of weariness.

The two Saiyan women stood in stark contrast to one another, despite their shared heritage. Saya's demeanor was much lighter, and slightly less rigid compared to Rei's commanding presence. Yet, there was an unspoken camaraderie between them, born of shared experiences and an understanding that didn't need words...

Rei folded her arms, her gaze sweeping the surrounding forest with a sharpness that came as naturally to her as breathing, "You've been tense all day," she said after a moment. "Somethin' on your mind?"

Saya paused, tying off the rope in her hands, and glanced back at Rei. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no hostility in her expression—just thoughtfulness. "It's nothing."

"Don't give me that," Rei countered, her voice firm but not unkind, "I've known you long enough to tell when you're holding something back."

A moment passed between them, quiet but charged. Finally, Saya sighed, standing and brushing dirt from her palms. "Fine. If you must know, I've been picking up faint traces of something nearby. It's subtle, but it's there."

Rei's brow furrowed slightly. "A power level?"

"No," Saya said, shaking her head. "Not exactly. It's... faint, like someone's trying to suppress it. But it's not natural either. The fluctuations are way too, well purposeful, like someone who doesn't want to be found but doesn't know how to hide properly, at least not entirely."

Rei's eyes narrowed, her stance shifting slightly. "Could be a scout. Or someone tailing us."

"Maybe..." Saya admitted. "Or it could just be a ya' know, a coincidence? Either way, I don't really like it."

Rei smirked slightly, a glint of excitement sparking in her eyes. "If they're dumb enough to tail us, they'll regret it." she gripped her fists tightly after.

Saya shot her a look. "You don't always have to fight everything, you know. Plus, who would? This is an official mission from the military, getting caught by us would spell death for em'."

"No, but it's a lot more fun that way." Rei's smirk softened into a small grin. "Relax, Saya. Whoever it is, we'll handle it. Just like we always do."

"Right..." Saya muttered, though her unease was still lingering, she swiftly casted a glance toward the forest's edge...

Unbeknownst to them, hidden just beyond the trees, Michael watched silently, every word and movement between the two Saiyan women now adding to the tension in his mind.

Soon, the night fell quickly.

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Cloaking the forest in darkness. The faint glow of a crescent moon filtered through the canopy, casting shifting shadows across the campsite... The flickering light of a small campfire illuminated the two Saiyan women, now resting in their makeshift shelter.

Not far away, hidden in the dense foliage, two small yet identical figures stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their forms faintly illuminated by the moonlight. Both wore identical smirks, their eyes glinting with calculated intent.

"I say we attack now," the first clone said, his voice low but steady, brimming with confidence. "They should be asleep by now. I say you siphon the Saiyan blood from the one called Rei... The other girl is technically useless to us. Leave her Ki as it is—for now. With the two of us operating, it'll take a few hours at most to extract everything."

The second clone tilted his head, glancing toward the tent where the Saiyans rested. "Will do," he replied simply, the smirk never leaving his face.

They crouched low, their forms blending into the darkness as they crept closer to the camp. Every step was measured, every movement calculated to avoid even the faintest rustle of leaves. The clones had no intention of waking their targets—not yet.

As they neared the edge of the clearing, the first clone paused, raising a hand to signal his counterpart. "Stick to the plan," he whispered. "I'll take point and begin the process. Keep watch in case something goes wrong."

The second clone nodded, settling into position with practiced ease. His gaze flicked between the tent and the surrounding forest, scanning for any potential threats.

The first clone inched forward, his eyes locked on the Saiyans. Rei laid closest to the tent's entrance, her breathing slow and steady, the faint glow of the firelight casting shadows across her face. Even in rest, her presence was imposing. Saya was positioned a bit further back, her smaller frame curled up beneath a light blanket, her features softer in sleep...

The clone leaned closer, his fingers twitching as he prepared to begin the possession process. 'This power is definitely going to change everything.' he he thought to himself, a flicker of excitement crossing his face.

As time passed, the clone that stood watch began to realize that the possessed female's power was lowering and climbing every 20 or so minutes... 

Getting impatient, and slightly worried, he opted to commune telepathically.

'Is the process almost over?'

'Yes, only one more ability to gain and I should be finished. Just give me another hour at most.'

After waiting for another hour or so, the clone exited Rei's body...

'Finally, it's over.' The second clone thought. Glad that the process was done with.

The first clone quickly made their way to the entrance of the tent before they swiftly left...

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Michael made it halfway to meet them both...

The two clones made their way to their original host. Michael leaned over near a rock, smiling.

"You two did very well. I'm glad those women didn't notice anything... Now..." He looked towards the two clones, with slowly out-stretched arms, "You both know what to do." As if on cue, both the clones merged back within the original body.

Without wasting any time, he instantly made a mad dash towards the old Caverns. In a little less than a minute, he was there...

However...

"I thought I'd feel something by now? I haven't changed physically either... Was the prcoces-" Before be could finish, he felt a monumental pain within his body.

"URGHH!!!!"

Michael staggered, clutching his sides as the pain tore through him like a raging wildfire. His knees instantly gave out, and he dropped to the rocky ground of the cavern, gasping for air. Every muscle in his body felt like it was being stretched and torn apart simultaneously, his bones creaking as if they were under immense amounts of pressure.

"Wha-What... the hell... is happening?" he ground out through clenched teeth, his vision was even blurring.

He had braced himself for discomfort—power of that magnitude was never meant to come without a price—but this? This was something far beyond what he had imagined. His body felt like it was tearing itself apart, a storm raging deep within his core as if his very essence was at war.

And then, without warning, the pain shifted. It didn't subside—it changed. The searing agony transformed into something else entirely: a surge of raw, unrelenting energy, coursing through every fiber of his being like an untamed inferno.

But it didn't stop there.

His body began to convulse violently, shaking with a force that seemed ready to shatter him from the inside out.

"M-My—No! P-PLEASE!!!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the cavern walls, raw with desperation.

Michael stumbled backward, slamming hard into the jagged stone. The impact cracked the rocky surface behind him, but he barely registered it. His aura flared wildly, uncontrolled and chaotic, surrounding him in a blinding, golden glow. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring under the relentless pressure as the energy inside him continued to climb, threatening to overwhelm him entirely.

Then, with horrifying precision, tendrils of energy erupted from his body. They writhed and coiled in the air like living things, twisting chaotically before snapping back toward him. The glowing strands began wrapping themselves around his form, layer by layer, encasing him in an eerie, pulsating cocoon.

The cavern fell eerily silent, save for the faint crackle of energy emanating from the cocoon. Inside, Michael's body was hidden from sight, his form now covered completely...

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Ba-Dump~

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Ba-Dump~

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Ba-Dump~

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