Post by Tarro on May 27, 2022 5:42:29 GMT -5
Tarro walked after Korado and purposely kept a distance between them.
He thought about the half-blood's words. Some of the Saiyans had mutated to counter the effects of the anti-blutz generation.
This mutation traced back to many decades in the past. That meant the device had been around for long, but it hadn't been modified, probably in consequence of the increasing number of Saiyans being able to produce a sort of blutz waves inside their bodies and artificially kick-starting a form of Oozaru transformation.
The amount of blutz waves needed to transform into an Oozaru was significant, though. How did they have energy to spare after their transformation? It must take a lot of practice to use up little energy and transform, so it definitely wasn't all due to some mutation.
That meant some Saiyans were really advanced. It just showed how much work he had left to do to catch up and surpass them.
No matter. He wouldn't rely on the power of a mutation to beat his enemies; his handy-dandy power ball would do the trick.
His dark eyes laid on Korado's back, who finished speaking.
Unbeknownst to the half-blood, unless he turned, Tarro shook his head. The ex-soldier didn't get it; this war had raged on for decades. Many generations of Saiyans fought in it and entrusted his generation and what remained of the previous one to end it. How could they betray their trust and give the Tuffles time to lick their wounds and push their backs against a wall again?
Perhaps some Saiyans were quick to forget their purpose in life, but he didn't. One day, he'd see the end to what his ancestors started. For that, he had a ways to go.
"Well? Where's the museum at?" He frowned. Was this guy leading him into an ambush? He was strong enough to take him out on his own, according to his scouter. It picked up long ago on a dormant, high power on his form, and now it was following behind him. An invisible ally, perhaps?
He thought about the half-blood's words. Some of the Saiyans had mutated to counter the effects of the anti-blutz generation.
This mutation traced back to many decades in the past. That meant the device had been around for long, but it hadn't been modified, probably in consequence of the increasing number of Saiyans being able to produce a sort of blutz waves inside their bodies and artificially kick-starting a form of Oozaru transformation.
The amount of blutz waves needed to transform into an Oozaru was significant, though. How did they have energy to spare after their transformation? It must take a lot of practice to use up little energy and transform, so it definitely wasn't all due to some mutation.
That meant some Saiyans were really advanced. It just showed how much work he had left to do to catch up and surpass them.
No matter. He wouldn't rely on the power of a mutation to beat his enemies; his handy-dandy power ball would do the trick.
His dark eyes laid on Korado's back, who finished speaking.
Unbeknownst to the half-blood, unless he turned, Tarro shook his head. The ex-soldier didn't get it; this war had raged on for decades. Many generations of Saiyans fought in it and entrusted his generation and what remained of the previous one to end it. How could they betray their trust and give the Tuffles time to lick their wounds and push their backs against a wall again?
Perhaps some Saiyans were quick to forget their purpose in life, but he didn't. One day, he'd see the end to what his ancestors started. For that, he had a ways to go.
"Well? Where's the museum at?" He frowned. Was this guy leading him into an ambush? He was strong enough to take him out on his own, according to his scouter. It picked up long ago on a dormant, high power on his form, and now it was following behind him. An invisible ally, perhaps?