Current Recorded Power Level
Designation: Dura
Age: 4
Combat Class: Mid-Level
Measured Power Level: 3,340
Bloodline Status: Unclassified Anomaly
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Flashback
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Dura was thrown backward, tumbling across scorched stone, dust biting into his skin. He rolled once, twice then forced himself upright, teeth clenched, tail lashing behind him.
Across the training field stood Fahla.
She was tall for a Saiyan woman, her physique carved by endless battle, thick arms corded with muscle, powerful thick legs planted wide, battle scars tracing her dark skin like old war stories.
Her armor was stripped down and functional, cracked in places, stained permanently with blood that never quite washed away.
Her power level burned steadily at 7,000.
She folded her arms beneath her chest and snarled.
"Get up boy ."
Dura staggered to his feet.
He was only four years old.
His ribs ached. His lungs burned and his vision swam like crazy.
WOOSH!
Fahla crossed the distance in a blink and struck him across the face with the back of her hand, not hard enough to kill him , but hard enough to teach. He crashed to the ground again with a thud.
"You hesitate," she growled. "Hesitation gets Saiyans killed."
She crouched beside him, tail swaying, gripping his chin roughly and forcing him to look at her.
"But you're learning," she added, quieter now.
Her thumb brushed the blood from his lip.
She was brutal.
She was merciless but she loved him with everything she had.
....
Fahla never trained him like a child.
She trained him like a weapon that might explode if mishandled.
He shocked to find out that this version of the saiyan home world had more advanced tech than Canon as she threw him into gravity chambers meant for grown warriors.
She starved him for days, then forced him to fight at the edge of collapse. She broke his bones and made him stand anyway, telling him that "your enemies won't stop because you're body is broken, they'll just continue to destroy you".... .
Every night, she sat beside him as he healed in a recovery tank, arms crossed, eyes sharp yet still caring...
"You feel that pressure inside you, don't you?" she asked once.
Dura nodded.
"It's not just rage," he said carefully. "It's… hunger."
Fahla's eyes narrowed.
"That's not normal."
She should have reported it.
She didn't as her instincts told her to hide this information...
Instead, she trained him harder, pushing him to break limits faster than a saiyan should.. She even grabbed his tail from time to time, so that the weakness can fade...
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Power Growth Log (Estimated)
Age 2: 1,200
Age 3: 2,400
Age 4 (Pre-Mission): 3,340
His power spikes from time to time but he managed to control himself enough...
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The Mission
The pod shook violently as it tore through space.
Dura sat strapped inside, breathing slow and controlled. He wasn't afraid that much.
He was thinking.
The target world appeared on the pod's display, blue-gray oceans, jagged continents, thick cloud cover scarred by constant electrical storms.
Planet Designation: Unnamed
Threat Classification: High
Average Native Power Level: ~10,000+
Technology Level: Advanced
Combat types : Psionic-enhanced shock troops, telepathic attacks..
A world that would normally require multiple elite Saiyans.
Dura smiled faintly.
Impact..
BOOOM!!!
The pod slammed into the planet's surface like a meteor.
Forests vaporized. Shockwaves flattened entire valleys. The pod cracked open, steam hissing into the rain-soaked air.
Dura stepped out barefoot, no boots , tail flicking and waiting...
A few minutes later, the sky roared.
Within seconds, they arrived in front of him.
Tall, armored figures descended from the clouds, hovering on controlled energy fields. Their reddish skin shimmered faintly with psychic reinforcement. Weapons hummed with charged light.
One of them stared at Dura in disbelief.
"That's… a child."
Another's eyes glowed.
"What!??... I can't read his thoughts, not even the surface ones."
A ripple of unease spread through their formation.
"This isn't part of the training drills we went through " a rookie said...
Dura moved first after thinking of a strategy....
He blurred forward, crossing the distance faster than their scanners could adjust. His fist slammed into the lead warrior's abdomen.
Impact Force: Lethal
Enemy Power Level: 10,240
Dura (Initial): 3,340
The enemy did even budge...
Instead, Dura felt it...
Real resistance.
His bones screamed as the counterattack slammed into him, sending him crashing through a cliff face. Rock collapsed around him.
For a moment there was just silence.
Then
Dura rose from the rubble.
His power surged.
3,340 → 4,100
His muscles thickened subtly. His posture shifted lower, more predatory.
The natives stared.
"What is he?" one whispered.
"I don't know man, this is my first time seeing this creature... "one said...
They could wait to see what's next, so they attacked together, jumping Daru from all sides...
Energy binding techniques paired with Kinetic blasts and Psionic waves meant to crush his mind and render him a vegetable...
But unfortunately for the attacking natives, none of it touched his thoughts.
But his body learned from the attacks and evolved .
Every blow rewrote him.
He caught a spear of light with his bare hands now, skin burning, teeth gritted as he hurled it back.
Another enemy struck him from behind. With knee to lower back... Pushing him away...
His power spiked again.
4,100 → 5,300
His aura flickered yellow green for half a second.
Just a hint
The battlefield fell quiet.
"That color…" one of them said. "That's not normal k... "
Dura roared so loud that the ground cracked..
His muscles expanded visibly now, expanding his saiyan armor seams in his armor. His ki output doubled, then stabilized.
6,800
He began to dominate the weaker opponents...
Each enemy he struck taught his cells how to hit harder with each strike.. His instincts were screaming... move faster, waste nothing, don't let them survive..
Hours passed as he moved, stamina not decreasing thanks to the legendary bloodline.....
Cities burned at this point... Each missed attack on an enemy, would find a random building and detonate... Leaving green ki flames burning..
The natives watched in horror as the small child warrior grew larger, stronger, his presence warping the battlefield itself...
One commander screamed orders.
"Focus fire! Bring him down now!"
They poured everything they had at him.
And his bloodline answered in kind..
Dura screamed in ecstasy.
His power detonated outward.
8,900 → 12,000
Green lightning cracked through his aura black hair flaring up... The ground liquefied beneath his feet from the heat of his ki... His eyes glowed feral yellow, ready to inflict the most suffering .
He stopped thinking...
Something buried in his blood began to stir like a growing tornado... .
A few days later...
When it was over, the planet burned with a lingering green hue as smogg filled the area...
Dura stood at the center of a vast crater, chest heaving, aura fading slowly back to normal.
His power settled.
Final Recorded Level: 9,500
He looked at his trembling hands.
So much more was waiting beneath..
And somewhere far away…
Planet Vegeta continued to breath....
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3 weeks later..
Storms howled across continents reduced to molten scars. Cities smoldered in long, dying lines of light, their towers collapsed into blackened skeletons. The oceans near the impact zones boiled for weeks, releasing clouds thick enough to choke the sky.
At the center of it all stood Dura.
Still Barefoot. Blue Blood-streaked across his face and body . Breathing slow.
His power level, once a roaring inferno had now sunk back down, compressing inward like a star resisting collapse.
Current Stabilized Power Level: 9,500
Aura State: Dormant
Physiology: Actively adapting
He clenched his fist.
The ground beneath it cracked anyway.
"…Still leaking," he muttered.
That annoyed him a lot, he didn't want to get tracked in the future...
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The mission parameters were simple: exterminate resistance, then await retrieval.
Dura ignored them...
This planet was perfect for him..
The gravity was uneven ranging from standard to nearly 15x baseline in certain regions due to unstable planetary mass.
The air was thick with ionized particles, making ki manipulation harder but more honest. And most importantly…
No one was left alive to interfere., hehehe,, he chuckled darkly...
He tilted his head back, sensing the atmosphere with something halfway between instinct and calculation
"Alright," he said quietly. "Let's figure you out."
He didn't sit down first.
That would be lying to himself.
Instead, Dura let go.
He inhaled sharply and allowed his emotions to rise, anger at being used, frustration at the limits of his body, the dull fury of a Saiyan who knew the universe only respected strength.
His ki erupted.
9,500 → 11,800
Yellow Green sparks danced through his aura again, brighter this time, less fleeting. His muscles swelled, veins standing out sharply along his arms and neck. His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
The Legendary bloodline stirred eagerly.
It wanted this.
The ground warped beneath him, liquefying into slag.
His vision narrowed.
Thoughts blurred.
He felt incredible.
He felt excited to destroy...
"No," Dura growled, dropping to one knee. "Too much."
His power climbed again, unprompted.
11,800 → 13,200
That scared him.
Not because it hurt.
Because it didn't instead he got energized...
He shut it down.
He crushed the surge with sheer will, clamping down on his ki like a fist closing around a live wire. Pain exploded through his body as energy rebelled against restraint.
He screamed raw, animalistic fury as he forced it deeper.
The aura snapped back violently, imploding instead of dispersing.
13,200 → 9,000
Dura collapsed flat on his back, chest heaving, smoke rising from his skin.
"…So that's the problem," he whispered.
The Legendary power wasn't just rage-fueled.
It was self-amplifying..
The more emotion he fed it, the faster it grew until it decided when to stop.
That path led to madness.
Or worse.
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Dura sat up slowly and crossed his legs.
This felt ridiculous in the middle of a wasteland but he did it anyway.
"Ki isn't just anger," he said aloud, grounding himself. "It's life force. Breath and Balance."
He closed his eyes.
In his past life, he'd watched warriors train under impossible conditions. He remembered the principles, even if this universe hadn't named them yet.
...
He focused on his breathing.
Slow inhale.
Hold.
Controlled exhale.
His ki responded immediately—curling inward, smoothing out, losing its jagged edges.
Power Level: 9,500 → 9,200
Good.
He visualized his energy not as a raging flame but as a dense core, spinning quietly, contained.
The Legendary bloodline resisted.
It hated stillness.
Dura stood and raised one hand.
He provoked himself deliberately, thinking of battle, of Fahla's brutal strikes, of the commanders who would one day decide whether he lived or died.
But this time, he did not let the emotion spread.
He isolated it.
A spark.
Not a wildfire.
His aura flickered green, then gold, then nothing.
9,200 → 10,100
His body grew heavier. Stronger. But his thoughts remained clear.
"…There," he breathed.
The bloodline reacted differently.
Instead of exploding outward, it thickened.
His ki density increased without massive leakage.
The air around him distorted slightly, like heat shimmers...
He punched the air once.
The shockwave flattened a mountain miles away
Dura stared at his fist, eyes wide.
"That's… efficient."
For days... then weeks, he trained.
Suppression drills: Forcing his power level down to 1,000, then raising it instantly without emotional triggers.
Precision output: Destroying boulders without cracking the ground beneath them.
Aura sheath practice: Keeping his ki active but invisible, wrapped tightly against his skin.
Each exercise taught his bloodline something new.
It learned restraint.
And it adapted frighteningly fast.
By the end of the first month:
Base Power Level: 10,800
Controlled Surge: 13,000+
Aura Stability: Improving
The green aura appeared less violently now. more like a shadow waiting behind his normal ki.
Watching.
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One evening, if the endless storm-dark sky could be called evening, Dura sat atop a ruined spire, legs dangling over a city that no longer existed.
He flexed his tail thoughtfully.
"This power isn't meant to be unleashed all at once," he murmured. "It's meant to grow with combat."
That was the truth he understood...
The Legendary bloodline wasn't a transformation.
It was an engine.
And he was learning how to shift gears.