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Having grown tired of simply sitting around and being lazy, Crimson had used the strength of his Saiyan body to construct a small arena in the middle of a large open field far from any civilization out of stone tiles as to avoid any casualties.

He figured that to get stronger, he would need to do what Saiyans do best.

Fight.

So he hung up flyers around densely populated areas, and waited calmly in his arena for challengers.

The flyers read as follows:

"Training Area"

"Powerful fighters needed for sparring."

"12:00 AM (Noon) to 6:00 PM availability."

((This is just the time it canonically takes place in the world. The threads can start whenever.))

Rules:

1. No killing. If you kill Crimson, you will be disqualified, and vice versa.

2. No bringing allies unless you are vastly weaker than he is.

Conditions: Either knock Crimson unconscious or knock him out of the arena to win.

Each thread will take place at a different time canonically so Crimson is at his full power for each fight.

If Crimson is pushed far enough, he will power up into one of eight forms, which will be decided by a wheel.

The following forms are:

Super Saiyan

Super Saiyan 2

Super Saiyan 3

Super Saiyan Jade (His own evolution of Super Saiyan God)

Super Saiyan Rosé

Super Saiyan Rosé 2

Super Saiyan Rosé 3

Super Saiyan Rosé 3 Full Power

An extra wheel will also be spun to see if Kaioken will be added to the form. If yes, there will be four possibilities:

Kaioken

Kaioken x3

Kaioken x10

Kaioken x20

Screenshots will be provided of both spins to show truthfulness.

Interrupting transformations with attacks is strictly forbidden, and if you attempt so anyway, you will be disqualified.

Prize: If you are victorious, 20,000 of whatever currency you use will be deposited directly into the bank account of whatever character you use to fight. If multiple people are fighting at once, the currency will be split evenly. If the participant(s) do not have bank account(s), the currency will be given as physical currency.

There is no penalty for losing.

If your characters can transform, they may also do so. But only once per thread.

But Crimson may also only transform once per thread.

The credit goes to Auola (on which platform, I have no clue. Most likely Twitter, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.)

Although, I found it on an account named prince_animeworlds while scrolling on Instagram. But then again, that might just be their Instagram account. I dunno. If you find the origin, post it in a comment and I'll pin it to make sure the mods see it.

Anyway, enjoy.

A loud, heavy breathing could be heard.

It was broken. Something was wrong.

So let me tell you what it is.

Having witnessed the lifeless corpses of Son Gohan and Son Goku hanging in the lobby, alongside the sacrifice of Prince Vegeta, Goku Black remained as the only Saiyan he knew of in the academy, half-breed or otherwise.

And that broke him.

They were already a nearly extinct race in their world.

And this only brought them three steps closer.

Gohan.

Vegeta.

Goku.

They had all died.

And to his knowledge, nobody even tried to save them.

His mental state had deteriorated beyond recovery over a matter of hours. He no longer viewed merely AUTO and Monokuma as the villains.

He saw all as villains.

All who stood idly by as the Saiyans had taken their final breaths.

Inside the bedroom, a wicked smile had formed across his face. A wicked. Murderous smile.

"Filth... ALL OF THEM."

"For their insolence... Their USELESSNESS."

"They shall all PERISH."

The door was open slightly, allowing any who dared to pass by to listen in.

The once peaceful god...

Doesn't seem so peaceful anymore.

Does he?

Amidst the chaos of other entities, one sticks out from the others.

The ceiling of the Underworld cracks and splits, raining down holy light upon the citizens of Hell.

Accompanied by this light is a voice.

Despite the intensity of the light, the voice radiates a mix of authority and motherly care.

"Be not afraid, mortals..."

"For I am your salvation. I am what you seek. What you require."

"I am all."

"But you may refer to me as Zamasu."

The goddess lowers, hovering slightly above the ground as her gaze meets your own.

"Hello, my child."

For those who have known Zamasu before... Her energy isn't nearly as malicious as it used to be.

Perhaps time has healed her point of view...

Amidst the chaos of other entities, one sticks out from the others.

The ceiling of the Underworld cracks and splits, raining down holy light upon the citizens of Hell.

Accompanied by this light is a voice.

Despite the intensity of the light, the voice radiates a mix of authority and motherly care.

"Be not afraid, mortals..."

"For I am your salvation. I am what you seek. What you require."

"I am all."

"But you may refer to me as Zamasu."

The goddess lowers, hovering slightly above the ground as her gaze meets your own.

"Hello, my child."

The light shines in a way that makes the figure appear as a silhouette. Slowly, the figure walks into the light.

The figure is a tall, strong man.

Very reminiscent of Son Goku.

But their energy is wrong.

It's dark, but controlled.

And while it may be controlled...

It can be powerful if unleashed.

But for now, it's calm.

"... This must be the school Zamasu told me about."

Searching through his old belongings, Goku Black was toying with some of them. Some were obscure gifts he got throughout his life, like an Easter Basket with chocolates he never ate due to not liking the taste. A photo of him and Master Gowasu making tea together long before the Zero Mortals Plan was even an idea. He keeps digging, expecting to find another wholesome memory. But all he found was something he meant to destroy.

The Crimson Mask.

For years, he held onto it like it was the only thing that mattered. Because for a while, it was. And then he buried it under responsibility. Under hatred for what it turned him into.

An unstoppable force of nature driven by hatred for all that were unlike him. All MORTALS.

Yet... He could hear it calling. Like it begged to be worn once again...

No. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't give everything up for power. Not anymore. But then again... He knew from experience that his divine ego and immense willpower made him immune to the mind-control magic that Fu imbued into it... But he wasn't sure if it would work a second time.

He hesitates for a few minutes...

Deciding to swallow his doubts, he takes a deep breath...

And puts the mask on.

Energy surges through him as he teleports into the street, his sheer power causing localized earthquakes.

He was screaming underneath the confines of the mask. But nobody could hear him. Because they were all trying to run.

However... his energy was stronger than before. Far stronger. It could be sensed from across the globe.

By the time you arrive to investigate the tremors... He stands there. He doesn't look the same anymore.

((If this is against Rule 10, PLEASE tell me, and I'll get rid of it.))

((Also, he'll only wear it if his opponent is far stronger than him so he can even the playing field. He might also wear it out in public because he likes his Xeno counterpart's clothes, on Halloween because it's scary being so strong, and at parties because he finds it funny.))

((The mask CAN be destroyed, but he'll end up fixing it as long as it isn't completely destroyed. It just takes time and some dark ki.))

If I have to suffer knowing this exists, so do all of you.

((I made this on imgflip for some reason. I think I have a problem.))

He stands there in his base form, challenging passersby to a fight.

He seems excited.

Maybe fighting him will prove fruitful.

Here, we observe the Felis automata-v in its natural habitat.

On the bed.

It would seem the beast has eyed its next prey, a young Pikachu.

With terrifying speed, the beast has caught and killed the Pikachu, now ready to feast and expand, and afterwards, rest, preparing for a long day in the morning.

((That's right! I have obtained a feline.))

During a fierce battle with Arct's Golden Form, Goku Black's Crimson Mask was split clean in half.

He currently sits on a random bench in the Empire, attempting to fix it with divine energy.

If you help him, he might consider you an ally. That, or he'll give you a rice ball as a snack.

The sign says "Punch Me!"

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He wants to know how much you can hurt him while he's in base form.

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If you do well enough, he'll power up to Super Saiyan Rosé and let you go again.

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((I'm running out of ideas man-))

She walked right past the guards, and other defenses, her dress having not even a speck of ash or dust on it.

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"About time I made my arrival..."

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She quickly teleported her way to the highest room she could find. She likes living at the top.

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And she settles, setting up her furniture, and turning on the television, casting the camera she set up in Universe 7 so she can keep an eye on Goku and Vegeta.

A Saiyan wanders, their looks attracting the gazes of many. It's Goku!

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But why does he have a Potara...?

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Disregarding that, the Saiyan walks for a few hours, eventually finding an open field far away from any civilization. There, he meditates. Which is when you stumble upon him.

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Do you take the opportunity to interact with this odd Saiyan?

RAAAAAAAAAAAH

"Mreow."

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"Yeah, Tama, I can tell I'm not home. So where am I?"

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The False Saiyan looks around at his surroundings.

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"... Looks like HFIL. Kinda."

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((This is my first post here, so if I did anything wrong, PLEASE tell me.))