Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction: Potential of Man - 12. Chapter 12
The god of destruction, much to the dwarf’s disbelief, simply smiled; standing there with a grin tossing the oddly-shaped rock into the air and catching it again. Krillin stood there mutely, not sure how to assess the situation. For having just blown up one Beerus’ suns, the god of destruction was taking this loss remarkably well, but that is what kept the dwarf in a perpetual state of fear. Because if Beerus was smiling like that, then he was undoubtedly thinking of doing something, and it definitely wasn’t going to be good.
The purple cat stopped tossing the rock and walked towards the rattled warrior. Krillin stood up to his full height, rolled his shoulders back, and met Beerus’ gaze. Though his heart was pounding in his ears, he wasn’t going to show it this time. Not any more. The divine cat was in front of him now, still holding the oddly-shaped rock and sporting that scheming grin. Then he held the rock above his head toward the side and said, “Again.” Krillin cocked his head in confusion and Beerus dropped the rock.
Catching the cat’s meaning, he hopped to the side and brought his hands together in front of him, simultaneously forming and crushing a hot orb of ki to about the same size as the orb he formed just minutes ago. His muscles were already screaming all over, but all he could do was grit his teeth and do the job.
The rock was half way down. Loud heat emanated from between the warrior’s hands signaling the completion of the more-potent micro-orb. Immediately, Krillin readied his stance and pointed his hands at the remaining sun in the sky and bit his lip. There was no going back now. The rock was three quarters down and Beerus was watching. The warrior pinched his eyes shut and launched the ball into the sky. The force of it completely threw him back and he bounced off of the ground, leaving him with no energy to move due to his prior training. However, he had just enough energy to see the fruits of his labor.
The orb soared through the air and disappeared into a line of white on its way into space just as the rock struck the ground with a thud. The purple cat was gazing at the remaining sun now. For a few sickening moments nothing happened. Those moments felt so long that Krillin thought he could hear the ticking of a clock. A few more moments, and then the sky erupted.
Strangely, once the world turned white, he lost all sight of color for a brief moment, and the only remaining colors were black and white. He saw the white face of Beerus with black shadows lining the deformations of his face, simply looking at the sky; unfazed by the brilliant glory. Then the color returned and space expanded into multiple rings with colors of red, orange, blue, and purple stitched across the sky like a fishing net. Krillin never saw something so terrible or beautiful.
After a few minutes of heavenly grandeur, the lights went away and night blanketed their world; the first night that world had experienced. In place of the sun danced the twinkling stars and small blue masses that were galaxies and solar systems. Krillin could also make out nearby planets varying in size and color.
“Marvelous. Now I can finally get some actual sleep,” Beerus yawned and leisurely flew away, leaving the broken Krillin behind, not that he minded. Besides, it had been a long time since he experienced a true night on the purple cat’s world and this little reprieve was much appreciated. He had done what Beerus had requested and he was pleased… or at least he thought he was pleased given that he was still alive. His world now possessed only one sun now, and so night and day were officially integrated into the god of destruction’s planet, which was perhaps his original plan. Though why he wanted to Krillin to do the deed, the dwarf had no idea why. So he laid there and enjoyed the new night’s sky until the darkness and exhaustion led him to sleep.
For the first time in that world’s history, Krillin enjoyed his very first sunrise. It had been nearly five months since he last experienced one and it was refreshing to feel the sun creep onto his face again. The small warrior felt pain in every inch of his body and it swelled and pulsed through out his body with every beat of his heart, but this was nothing new to him. He gingerly felt his right ear for a moment and winced when he felt a small spark of pain. Krillin decided to leave it alone for now, so he stretched his limbs allowing everything to pop and crack and slowly sat up and swung his feet out of bed.
“Why am I in bed?”
There were a few times in his training when Krillin experienced amnesia, however that usually happened when he got decked in the face, which did not happen recently, unless Beerus knocked him out before he left last night. But, that did not happen and he knew that he didn’t make it to bed that night. He didn’t even move after the god of destruction abandoned him; he couldn’t, so why was he back in his room now?
The dwarf thought it over for a moment and concluded that Whis had returned and kindly tucked him in when he arrived back to the planet. Satisfied with this answer, he took a shower, dried off, and started to get dressed. He stood in front of the mirror as he did so and saw that he had a small cut along the middle part of his ear and some of his hair was shaved off behind it. Krillin new it would scar, but that would be fine. As for his hair, it will grow back and nothing’s wrong with adding a nice little scar to a handsome face, or so he thought.
As he pulled on a fresh pair of orange pants, Krillin decided to indulge his ego and admire himself for a second. Every muscle on his body was pronounced and chiseled along his abdomen, forearms, and back. His neck was thicker and his chest was bigger, but more cut respectively, as well as his shoulders and arms. His biceps and forearms were particularly larger because of their overuse from the other day. He will take his training easier today and make sure not to strain his body too much.
Satisfied with his current appearance, he put on his shirt to complete his outfit, however before he tied the blue sash around his waist Krillin noticed something that confused him. Normally, the shirt was well fitted but not tight, and extend past the pants a few inches so he could tuck it and then tie on the sash, but when he pulled it on, he noticed that it was surprisingly tight and the hem of the shirt came down just above the pants. And when he leaned back, the shirt tightened around his chest and shoulders and his belly button was exposed. Had he been growing? Or had the clothes shrunk?
The latter seemed to be the most logical conclusion, since he had been wearing the same set of clothes for a few months now. One or two pairs were bound to shrink before his six months were up, and so he removed the shirt and pants, being careful not to rip the shirt, and placed them, folded, in an empty corner of the room. Then he pulled out another pair of orange pants and shirt and began to dress, but the dwarf saw that, not only was the shirt too small, but the sleeves of the pants came down well above his ankles. With some slight modifications, they would do better for shorts rather than pants.
Again, Krillin concluded that his clothes were shrinking and folded this pair and placed them on top of the other one in the corner. Then he tried on the third pair of clothes, however, he saw that the same problem persisted on this pair as well.
“Am I losing my mind?” Just to make sure, Krillin went through and tried on the remaining three pairs of white gis, all of them ending up being too small.
“This can’t possibly be happening.”
Then something struck him like a thunderbolt. Krillin was baffled that he didn’t notice this before, but when he took a good long look at himself in the mirror, he saw that he was unconsciously hunching over so he could see himself. So he rolled his shoulders back and stood up straight, and half of his head was cropped from the mirror, removing everything past his non-existent nose and only showing his mouth and chin. The warrior’s jaw dropped.
“… Why am I taller?”
That’s all he can say right now. Since he came to Beerus’ planet, the impossible happened multiple times. Not only did he exceed Frieza and Cell, but he even outclassed Kid Buu in power. All of these impossibilities took a bit of time to finally accept. But growing nearly six inches over night was never one of them, and oddly, the hardest for him to accept.
Oddly enough, Krillin never thought about his height, at least not since he was a teenager. After he topped out at about 4’8″, he eventually stopped caring about his height and made his training the prime focus at the time. But now, more than twenty years later, he has a sudden growth spurt and tops out at nearly 5’2″? Something is definitely fishy about this.
Krillin eventually shook himself of his stupor and readjusted the mirror so that it showed his whole figure. As he stared into his new image, he said, “This has Whis’ name written all over it.” Not that he was mad, which he certainly was not. The man was more shocked than anything else and simply wanted to know why on earth he was taller.
After gazing at his new reflection, he started to enjoy his new height. Now for the first time in his marriage, he’ll be able to look at his wife eye-to-eye rather than to look up to her.
“Who knows, maybe 18 will need to look up to me…” and then Krillin laughed at how silly that ridiculously that sounded. It is best to keep his feet on the ground in this situation. Then having accepted, and appreciated, his new height, the former dwarf pulled on a pair of orange pants and tied the blue sash around his waist, minus the shirt.
Since the pants still fit somewhat, he decided to train without the tight shirt and sat down to stretch before walking over to the dinning hall to find Beerus and, by proxy, Whis. Oddly, neither the feasting cat or whimsical angel were present and the hall and table sat there equally empty… as was his stomach. He felt his belly growl and he decided that it would be wise to head to his little “pan-tree” for breakfast. So he walked over to the nearby window and gazed outside for a minute. The sun had risen and high morning was started. It truly was a beautiful day.
As the former-dwarf flew towards his personal pantry, he couldn’t help but notice a large dusty cloud billowing in the near the training grounds. When he got closer he saw the god of destruction himself digging a nasty hole into the ground and throwing copious amounts of dirt into the sky. Krillin landed a couple feet away and was extremely puzzled why Beerus was digging until he saw the tree. His tree.
The god of destruction let out a triumphant hurrah and tossed the poor warrior’s rations onto the surface, causing the crate to crack. Krillin pulled his hair and wheezed in dismay as the purple cat flipped the lid off of its hinges and began to rifle through his food. He finally found his voice when Beerus devoured two days worth of rations in two minutes.
“That was supposed to last me a week!” the former-dwarf yelled. Beerus jerked his head out of the box and stared stupidly at Krillin with some food on his cheek.
“… What?” he disinterestedly asked.
Krillin continued, “That food is supposed to last me a whole week, and you went through two days worth in one sitting!”
The purple cat continued looking at him with an indifferent expression. “And that concerns me, how?”
“How?” he shot back. “Don’t you have your own food to eat?”
“No” he slurred. “I do not. But you do, so thank you for your offering.” Beerus wiped off his cheek and continued to dig through the former-dwarf’s deflating pantry.
“Wait a minute,” Krillin started scratching his head, “Whis isn’t back yet?”
The purple cat continued digging and replied, “Nope, and at this point, I don’t even care anymore.”
Krillin brought his right hand to his chin and pondered for a moment. “But that can’t be right,” he said. “If Whis isn’t back yet, then how did I end up in my bed this morning?”
Beerus stopped his rummaging and slowly rose from his hole, glaring at the warrior. “Some questions are best left unanswered. And if you ask that question again,” he pointed his palm at Krillin, “I’ll have no choice but to destroy you.”
Oddly, Krillin wasn’t wavered by this threat. In fact the moment the god of destruction finished his sentence, the human saw something in the eyes of the purple cat. Anger was definitely present, however there was something there, or rather, something missing from the deadly deity’s gaze. Malice. His eyes lacked malice. Then the human’s eyes lit up as he recalled something the angel said, “If he wanted to, he’d probably have done that when you first came to this place.”
If he really did want him dead, it would have happened long ago. Then something clicked in Krillin’s mind and a smug grin that has long since departed from the former-dwarf’s face gradually settled itself once more. The human then sauntered over and stood inches away from Beeru’s palm and did something he had never done in years. “Do it then.”
The god of destruction stood there unflinchingly. “What did you say?”
“Do it. Erase me like you said,” the former-dwarf dared. It seems like his former arrogance came back to fill in for his new height. Then he simply stared at Beerus’ glare, as if he had nothing to fear, which he knew he didn’t. Because there was one thing that the mighty god of destruction could never do. Bluff, and the human saw it.
Both continued to stare at one another. Krillin replaced his cocky smile with a more determined expression, concluding that bravado is something that should not be exhibited no matter how good it felt. He stood before Beerus, and though he was bluffing, he still deserved his respect. Which is why he had a little plan brewing in his mind, or better yet, charging in his body. The purple cat continued to stand there, unflinchingly; holding his palm inches from the former-dwarf’s face; ready to erase him from existence, but refusing to do so. Had he truly become fond of this “little” creature?
Two minutes had past and a rumbling was heard. “Forgive me, Lord Beerus, but I’m pretty hungry and you are hovering over my breakfast. Or what’s left of it. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat now.”
“And who said I would let you do that you little weakling?” Beerus threatened.
Krillin simply smiled. “Me. And as you can see, I’m neither of those things anymore.” Then the warrior performed a very peculiar move. The man leaned back, parallel to the ground, lifted his legs, and crunched into a little ball. Then in one solid movement, he shot a kamehameha above him and thrust his feet below him, kicking the god of destruction in the stomach. The move caught Beerus by surprise and launched him miles away from Krillin’s “pan-tree”, however he didn’t stop there.
After the initial attack, the former-dwarf sped up towards Beerus and started kicking the fastest flurry of kicks he could muster. He comboed him with a right round-kick followed by a side-kick of the same leg, twisting around with a left back-kick, and a right kick to the chin succinctly followed by an axe-kick of the same. As he continued, Krillin was charging a micro-orb in his hands. He didn’t want to risk injuring himself further with a more-potent one, but if that was truly the case he may not have wanted to start this bout to begin with. But he had no time for regrets.
White heat emanated. It was complete. “Welp, better going out with a bang” Krillin thought. Then he kicked Beerus into the air and appeared right in front of the purple cat, and blasted him directly in the face. The attack had the desired effect and launched the purple cat, spinning and cursing, out of orbit. Though he didn’t have much time until his return, the warrior watched as the god of destruction disappear into space before speeding over to his breakfast and eating it as quickly as possible.
His stomach now full, Krillin leaned back and breathed a sigh of contentment. Satisfied with his leisure, he gazed up into space and, for a few minutes, awaited his impending doom. Not death of course, but certainly a proper beating. However, neither occurred, or at least not yet. Beerus had still not returned for some reason. “Huh. I wonder what’s taking him so long.” He continued to look at the sky, but he still saw no sign of the purple cat. Krillin felt his body tremble from his hasty fight and looked at his hands. They were shaking uncontrollably and pain slowly started to settle on every limb. He may have overdone it a bit too much this time. “Well one thing is for sure, I’m not doing any training today.” Then he gazed back at Beerus’ temple and had an idea.
A few minutes later, the former-dwarf was relaxing in the cool waters of the lake. He made his pants into some make-shift shorts, hopped in, slowly swam out to the center of the lake and simply floated there and enjoyed the water. The coolness eased some of the pain in his body, which was something he really needed. Any relief was welcome when he knew that Beerus would return… eventually.
“Hiya stranger!” a high pitched voice gurgled. Krillin accidentally inhaled some water from this surprise and coughed as he tried to get a picture of the man who spoke. Or in this case, fish in a floating cup? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you mister.”
The human gaucked briefly at this alien creature and replied, “No, that’s okay; I’m fine,” with the sanest voice he could muster. Even after dealing with aliens and death gods, for some reason, this creature unnerved him.
“I’m the Oracle Fish,” it introduced itself, “And you must be the human that’s training with Whis.”
“… I am. My name is Krillin,” he paused.
“Pleased to meet you, Krillin,” he extended his fin. Krillin looked at it for a moment delicately grabbed it with his thumb and forefinger and shook it. “So,” the fish started, “Are you friends with Beerus?”
“Well that came out of left field” Krillin pondered. “No, I don’t think so.”
“But you must be his friend,” the fish persisted, “I saw him carry you back to the temple last night. Beerus never does that for anyone.”
Krillin turned to the left and thought for a moment. Beerus brought him back to the temple? That couldn’t be right. There was now way he would do something so… thoughtful. But the longer he thought about it, the more sense it made. There was no one else on the planet who could do it. Not unless this fish in a cup had the strength to carry him, which didn’t appear likely. The god of destruction, the one who can destroy planets by sneezing and galaxies after a bad day carried him to his own room and tucked him in. For some odd reason, the impossible just follows Krillin wherever he goes.
The human looked back at the patient creature and rephrased, “Me and the god of destruction? Friends? I’m afraid that’s unlikely.”
The fish in a cup drooped. “Oh? That’s too bad. Everyone deserves a good friend.”
Both the human and fish creature looked down and paused for a moment, until Krillin raised a question. “Hey, you said you are the Oracle Fish, right?”
“That’s me!” it said with a bow.
“Does that mean you can tell the future or something?”
“Yup; thought to be honest, my visions aren’t always consistent.
Krillin thought and posed the question. “Can you tell me when Beerus will get back?”
“Hm, let me see.” The fish in a cup pressed its fins to its head and began concentrating, as if it were trying to remember something. Then a moment later, smiled a big grin and replied, “He should be back by sunset.”
“Huh,” the human thought, “Thank you for your help.”
“Not a problem. Let me know if you need my help. Afterall, knowing the future is one of the many skills I have,” and then the fish waved goodbye and floated away in its glass cruiser. Then a thought came.
“Hold on a moment.” The fish stopped and returned to the warrior.
“Yes?” it replied.
He paused for a moment, weighing whether he should ask it or not, and then posed the question. “You know, I’m going to have a fight with Goku in another month, and I was wondering. Can you tell me who will win? Or, if… I’ll win?”
“Hm,” the Oracle Fish pondered. “I believe I can. Do you want me to check?”
“…On second thought, no, I don’t.” Krillin said, “That wouldn’t be fair to myself or Goku. Besides, I don’t need to know.” Then he flashed his trademark grin, “Because I know I’m going to win.”
The fish in a cup smiled and replied, “I bet you will.”
“Sorry for the trouble,” he smiled, “And thanks for the help.”
“Not a problem,” then the fish floated away.
After meeting the Oracle fish, Krillin didn’t do much. He floated around for a bit longer and then got out and gathered the last of his rations. Lunch was quiet and peaceful, with still no sign of Beerus anywhere. Finished with that, he walked around the temple and spotted the area where he almost blasted said temple with his more-potent micro-orb just the other day. It was still amazing how he managed to save himself from that disaster and he laughed.
Krillin continued walking around and enjoying the surroundings until he noticed the shadows get longer and the sun leaning inches over the peaks. Sunset. Just when Beerus should arrive.
He grabbed his last meal and sat at a grassy spot where he had a wonderful view of the sunset. Krillin opened his package and had a thought.
Ten or so minutes later, Beerus hovered by and landed beside the former-dwarf. Krillin turned and saw a surprisingly irritated expression. This was a very good thing for he since he effectively kicked him off of his own planet. The warrior smiled and held out the last of his prepackaged meals. The purple cat looked at the package and his expression changed from irritated to mute. For a large minute, he did nothing and just stared at the package and the human holding it. Then he finally took the package and sat down beside Krillin, devouring all the contents. The human watched the sun as the god of destruction enjoyed his final ration. It was nice to see that Beerus didn’t hate him anymore, or at least it seemed like it.
Beerus finished the meal and vaporised the box and joined Krillin in gazing at the setting sun.
Note from the Author: Here it is! Chapter 12! This chapter was both hard and fun to write. For those who are asking, I don’t think I’m going to expand into the Goku Black arc or Tournament of Power Arc, or at least I won’t promise it. But I do promise this, and that is that you will get a fight of the ages by the end of this story! I have every intention of finishing, but I give not date or schedule for when it will be done. Only this, it’ll be done when it’s done. If you have any ideas for how I can improve the story, please comment or send me a message. I am more than happy to see your ideas. Anyway, It’s 2:00 AM here and I need to do homework tomorrow. Cheers and Goodnight!
PS If you want to know why I made Krillin taller, it’s because I wanted to. He should be about 5″1′ now, almost as tall as Vegeta who is 5″2′ I think. Ooooooohhh. The prince of all saiyans is going to have an interesting reunion.