BNHA: Dude, Just Eat this Kamehameha

Contrary to popular belief, limbo was boring as hell. No entertainment, no drama, and  definitely no interactions, seeing that things in the between are just souls without mouths to talk with.

It was, however, endless in terms of size. He reckoned that he passes by at least three souls every decade, that number was abysmal since there were approximately trillions of souls inhabiting the land in between.

Worst of all, his memories are so vague, it’s taking him everything to entertain himself in limbo. He could briefly get back a part of his memories, watch some scenes of animations or flashes of story content.

He does, however, remember quite a lot of Dragon Ball, he must have been a huge fan. It was difficult, again, but it was much clearer than other kinds of entertainment.

Particularly the Buu Saga. Why Buu Saga? He thinks that past him was addicted to Gohan, who is the best in his humble opinion… Or he just simps for Gohan, who knows at this point.

Anyway, he was in limbo for… A century? Maybe 2? Eh, semantics. He was in limbo for quite some time when he suddenly felt something long and very sharp pinch his soul. It didn’t hurt, per se, but the feeling was still unpleasant.

One moment he was getting picked up by something, he thinks they were claws, and the next, he was in the real world again.

The sudden change was tear jerking to say the least, and he would have cried himself to sleep at the familiar feeling of his heart beating, but there was a slight problem. He was currently in a weird tank filled with greenish-black fluids.

Thankfully, there was a respiratory tube connected to his lower-half of his face which supplied him with oxygen, so he could breathe whilst inside the… healing pod? OK, ignoring that for now, this weird feeling in his stomach was really weird!

What’s the feeling like again… Right, it was as if he woke up super refreshed. Every part of my body right now was energized, he honestly felt like he could go for a marathon and still have enough stamina for another one!

Damn, this felt great! This feels amazing! It’s like he could do anything — Wait a second, what in the heck?!

While he was high in the amount of energy his body was feeling, he moved his body around just to realize something that he should have found out sooner. His body… It was smaller. Woah, it was small. He was back to his early days as a kid! Damn, his hands were small as heck.

His mind then moved to address the large elephant in the room, his reincarnation from the limbo back to the real world. So many questions, like:

1. Where the f**k?

2. How the f**k?

3. Why the f**k?

4. Why is f**k getting censored in his head?!

Questions to find out, indeed. First off… Should he get out of this place/tank/tube/pod? The glass was tinted so he couldn’t really see the outside, but his limbs should be able to reach the glass easily – Yep, his fist was able to reach it fairly easily.

For some reason, his mind was screaming at him to break the glass instead of the more logical approach of waiting for some kind of external help. His eyebrows frowned slightly at the seemingly out of place aggression.

Maybe it was due to him being stuck in limbo for a good while? It was boring as heck, and he’d like some drama too. Hmm…

Eh, intrusive thoughts won in the end. Smashing the glass it is, then.

Reeling his right arm back slightly, and noting that the resistance in water was surprisingly low, he mentally prepared himself for the pain that was about to explode on his fist before punching as hard as he could.

BANG!

His fist contacted the glass, causing the pod to tremble slightly from the force he exerted, but it didn’t break nor show any signs of damage. It did not hurt his hand too, however, even at full power.

He looked at his fist, no injuries or marks anywhere. Huh, that’s… interesting.

He punched the glass again. Nothing happened to both the glass and his fist. He threw more punches in succession. The pod started rattling from the amount of shaking under his punches, but the rattles were very minimal. Very interesting… Apparently his fist was reinforced enough to not feel any pain, at least that’s what he thinks.

Either this body was tough enough or that the warmth in his stomach was somehow affecting his body. Hmm…

A sudden thought flashed through his head, and he felt his heartbeat’s pace increase in anticipation. He doubts that it would work, but if it does… He would be the happiest person alive.

Focusing on the warmth in his stomach, he cleared his mind as Gohan’s advice to Videl played in his head. Focus on the hidden power within and bring it out… Should be simple enough, if the energy in his stomach is what he thought it was.

Taking slow but deep breaths, he started focusing to draw the power inside him out to the real world. It took a good while, he had no idea how long since he had no indication of days going by, but eventually after about approximately 3 days…

Bibibibibibi!

In the middle of his palms that were cupped together in front of his body, a small pulse of energy flickered into existence. The liquids around the small mote of energy started to heat up slightly as an excited grin appeared on his face.

Holy shit, it worked!

His excitement caused it to fade away, however, so he tried it again. A few minutes later, a slightly bigger mote of energy flickered in his palms.

Ki Control, obtained, baby! Let’s f**king goooo! He started imagining all the things he could do with this newfound power. Powering up, flight, and something that he definitely knew that past him would have done as a kid, Kamehamehas!

First, though… Time to train his Ki Control to be able to make his punches stronger.

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It’s been… About 8 days since he woke up in this tube, probably, and he finally got down powering up his whole body to do more damage. He also did some testing with his Ki. He still couldn’t do Ki Blasts yet with his abysmal amounts of Ki, but he could at least enhance his body to be able to break the glass... Theoretically.

Taking a deep breath through the oxygen mask, he tensed his body before he started. With the help of mental images, he pushed his Ki throughout his body, 5 major streams like rivers flowing out his Ki to all his limbs and his head, the layout of the streams like a stickman’s thin body.

The sudden burst of energy was intoxicating as he felt the liquids surrounding his body starting to heat up and ripple in periodic pulses from the unfortunate leakage of his Ki.

With his current Ki Control, about 93% of the flowing Ki that went out from his Ki Pool was leaking out while the other 2% was actually doing what he wanted.

It sucked, but it would have to do for now. He could train later once he was done escaping wherever he was currently in.

After a good 30 seconds of supercharging his muscles, he stopped the flow of Ki and mentally noted that he still had over 40% of his Ki left before he reeled his arm back slightly.

The power up would theoretically give him enough power behind his punches to at least rattle the pod enough, but here goes — !

“HAAAA!”

CRACK!

His punch slammed into the glass… And a good-sized crack formed. Huh, definitely did not expect the glass to be that weak, but he’ll take it! A few quick punches that made the crack in the glass grow larger later, with a last punch, his container exploded into bits of shards.

… Ah, didn’t really think about after shattering the glass. He thought to himself as he faceplanted onto the ground. Thankfully his punch was strong enough for the shards of glass to fly out further, or else he would have stabbed himself with his own unintentional booby trap.

Wiping the weird green liquid out of his face, he made a mental note to grab some clothing as soon as he could get his hands on them since he was as naked as the day he was born, and tried to get up only to almost fall when he used his legs.

Looking down in confusion, he watched as his legs trembled as if… Oh, that made sense. Didn’t use his legs for almost a week plus, and was in limbo without any legs.

Made sense, he’d have to quickly get used to them. Also, looking at the closest shard of glass, he mentally noted at the weird spiky hair he had.

While he continued to try and stand, he looked around the place. It was a lab, of course it was, with some weird machinery around the place that was too advanced for him to know what they were and their functions.

He did, however, find some documents scattered around the place. That kind of sealed the deal of the hypothesis that he was an artificially made/experimented human. Come on, what kind of kid the size of a preschooler could break that kind of thick glass with punches? Not to mention his increased durability and strength even without his Ki enhancing his body.

And the lab totally had the villain vibe, it was creepy in here. Enough media had shown his that his worries were without any basis. Like, come on! What kind of lab has its ceiling lights set to dim?

Hmmm? Spotting something flashing on the ceiling, he looked at said object that was flashing. Noticing the camera up in the ceiling, his body froze as he mentally cursed. A f**king camera!

Whoever kept him here now knew that he was out of the pod! OH SHIT!

Quickly darting his eyes to the single door of the laboratory, he made up his mind. He had to get out of here, stat! With his body’s power up from his Ki not yet diminishing, he moved to the door.

The door was the sliding type with the need of biometrics, so he did the only thing he knew could work. Taking a few steps back, he took a quick breather before starting to run at full speed towards the door, his right shoulder bracing for impact as it collides with the door.

BAM!

His charge with rapid speeds decorated the door with a large hole in the middle, the metal around the hole bending outwards.

Halting his momentum with a skid, his eyes briefly glanced around him to scan the area.

… This is weird. Usually there would be some kind of personnel that would guard the area, but he doesn’t see nor feel anyone close at all.

Wait, “feel”? What the — Oh damn, he could sense Ki. Like the worms, insects, and plants around him. Huh, this is super weird, it’s like soft taps at the back of his head — Focus! First get out, and then only play and experiment with your abilities!

Dashing through the hallway with his speed, his eyes scanned the surroundings to find something that could lead him upstairs, how does he know that he’s underground? The worms and insects were about the same level as him.

His eyes widened when he finally came across an elevator that could lead him upstairs. Quickly darting to the door, he looked at the controls — And it’s ID based, f**k.

Well, violent way it is then.

Tensing his fingers, he thrusted his arms towards the metal doors, his hand cleaving through the steel plating with some resistance before he started pulling.

With a grunt, he took a good second to rip the doors open with just raw strength alone. Looking through the now opened section of the elevator, his eye twitched at the amount of levels above him.

This… This was going to take a while. He thought to himself with a sigh as he took a step back before leaping into the empty elevator space, his arm reached out to grab one of the lines that connected the elevator shaft to the pulley system.

And then he started climbing up.

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A while later, he managed to reach to top... At least the highest he could currently go at the moment due to the large elevator shaft on top of him.

Seriously, what kind of enhancements did this body even go through to be able to climb up a damn rope so easily for minutes on end without any soreness or pain?

Thoughts for later.

Shoving his arm into the underside of the elevator, he used his inhuman strength to pull open the hole he created to be able to fit his body, and pulled himself into the shaft.

Huh, even the elevator looks really futuristic, with a touch-pad at the side for floor buttons from G to U34, woah that's a lot of floors, A.C. cooling that can be controlled with a single drag of a finger, even a wide selection of songs to choose from. This villain had some taste.

Doing the same with the elevator door, he carefully peeked out of the elevator door... To only see another door. For the love of god, please don't tell him that there's another door behind this door.

Cleaving the door with ease, he looked through the door.

A... Warehouse? That's really basic. Come on, Mr. Villain! That's textbook, man!

Shaking his head slightly, he slightly frowns at the emptiness of personnel once more. Seriously, where are the guards? There were cameras everywhere yet no one was responding to his escape. Very suspicious.

Well, at least he's out. Enhancing his body more with Ki to increase his physical prowess, he started dashing with all his might away from the warehouse. More factory warehouses were surrounding the one he was in, he noted to himself as a good hour of running at full speed later, he was finally out of the industrial area and was now in a city.

He whistled at the sheer size of buildings that dwarfed the streets. Hell, even his Ki Sensing was going crazy with the number of people around him.

Wait, why was everyone staring at him like he was a weirdo?

He wondered why when suddenly a high-Ki level got close to him, causing him to tense his body in preparation — What in the name of God?

A fast figure moved and stood in front of him, wearing weird clothing that reminded him of superhero clothing. The weird masks that covered only a part of their face, a very long cape behind his back, and skintight spandex-esque material that covered their body with slight armor paddings that covered vital areas.

The superhero quickly moved, unclipping his cape before wrapping it around his body.

... Oh. Right, he was naked.

"Excuse me, child, but may I ask where your parents are?"

The question made his brain reset for a moment. Parents.

No Parents = Police Search.

Police Search = Identity Checking.

If Identity = NULL, Problem!

Ah... Crapbaskets.