Crackhead Determination Ch.6

I ran a hand through my hair as I read through the books Kami had given me.

It had been a little over three months since I started living in the Lookout and I learned a great deal about the martial arts as well as the anatomy and physiology of living things on Earth.

My primary focus was on humans and it’s what caused me to shape my current appearance to this point.

I put down the book and let out a content sigh as I got up from my bed. I walked over to the walk-in bathroom and stopped in front of the sink to wash my face. I splashed some water on my skin and looked at my new appearance with a smirk.

With my acquired knowledge of human physiology, I managed to alter my appearance, more specifically my skin and hair to look more like a human.

I now had lightly tanned skin with short, forehead-length green hair and matching green eyes. On top of that, I altered myself to age myself up. After learning from Kami that it would take upwards of ten years before I reached my fully mature state, I said fuck that and skipped all the steps. I was proud to admit that I was a handsome man, and I worked tediously to shape my jawline into the perfect shape.

Fuck you Cell, you handsome bastard!

Genetic Manipulation was broken, and I fully intended to use it to its fullest ability.

My smirk grew as I looked down, a weird feeling of satisfaction at feeling something between my legs. Another boon of Genetic Manipulation.

I had my family jewels and my sword of truth back. I was a happy man!

Going a whole year and some change without it fucking sucked. Having no balls tends to take your outlook on life away. Without my genitals, I never felt the strong drive to do anything, just the necessity of it.

I needed to grow stronger, so I had to do it.

Now that I had my balls back it was like I was reborn. I needed to grow strong, true, but it’s not why I trained anymore. I wanted to grow strong so I could be the strongest.

Fuck the dangers of the universe, fuck the bastards Freiza, Cell, Buu, Beerus, Jiren, Broly, fuck all of them!

I was going to be stronger when all was said and done!

My drive for power and achievement has never been higher in the entirety of my life, and I thrived in the feeling.

Not to mention Goki went from a woman who was extraordinarily beautiful to a woman I desired almost as much as I desired strength. I always had a fetish for strong women, in my past life I was a gym head as much as I was a science head, and I exclusively dated women who went to the gym, and for good reason.

They had a goal, something to strive for in life, and they improved their body in the process making them exceptionally attractive.

Goki wasn’t that far off from them with muscles that made her body look rock solid, yet bearing feminine curves that added a delectable softness to her.

I wanted her, and I would have her. It was decided the moment I anointed myself with a cock. The grandest of all treasures!

You never know how much you value your balls until their gone, this has been a learning experience for me, and i’ll never take them for granted again.

I used magic to remove my clothes from my body and again I examined it. Tightly compact muscles that held the power to punch holes into planets, a chest that would make any woman wish to lay their head on it, and chiseled abs that could shred the bodies of men and women alike.

My type of body. One of an aesthetic bodybuilder, a body type that was quite common in this world, if my knowledge of canon is to be believed.

I stepped into the shower and let the water run through my hair. The feeling of washing my hair again was a euphoric experience, one I dared to say was near sex in the level of satisfaction and relief it gave.

I spent a good hour in the shower before I reluctantly parted from it, using magic to dry and reclothe myself. Once I was dressed and ready, I stepped out of the room and made my way outside and saw the familiar scene of Kami and Popo standing, watching Goki as she trained to strengthen her body by conventional means. Push-ups, sit-ups, etc.

“Kami, Mr. Popo.” I greeted them, and both looked at me and gave me smiles.

“Lyre, I’m overjoyed that you have joined us.” Kami gave me a small nod which I returned. I walked over and stopped beside them. Crossing my arms across my chest as I looked at Goki training with scrutinizing focus.

Mainly focusing on her more..feminine features as she did pushups, but also the visible muscles she was working, her forearms, and biceps flexed with each pushup, highlighting the power she held compressed in her body.

It was as impressive as it was arousing, but I had come to respect Goki too much to stare at her lustfully if I could help it. Of course, my eyes would drift, but if I caught myself, I would make a habit to not do it

In time, I would make her mine, so why would I spend time looking at someone that I plan on having later?

Goki finished her push-ups and pushed off the ground to her feet. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and looked over to us. Her eyes lighting up as she saw me.

“You’re up, Lyre.”

“I am.” I grinned. “You making any progress.”

“Mhm!” Goki hummed excitedly. “I wanna spar again!”

Over the three months I’ve been here, Goki and I have sparred about twice a week and each time I stuck by the same limiters, no moving, no using my hands.

Never once has she caused me pain, or even moved me, nor did it feel like she would any time soon.

That was fine, she had plenty of time to grow after all.

“I’m gonna have to pass.” I waved off, smiling at her disappointment. Her expressions were always adorable no matter what they were.

“No fair, you said you’d fight me today!” She crossed her arms under her bust and pouted, and I resisted the urge to pat her head and continue teasing her. It was one of my favorite pastimes.

“I know I did, but I have plans for today, though I wouldn’t mind fighting you when I get back.”

Goki lit up at that. “Yes! When do you finish?”

“I haven’t even started, I plan on leaving the Lookout today.”

“Wah?” Goki asked, eyes wide. “You haven’t left since you’ve got here, where are you going?”

“A few places, first stop is the cat below.” I grinned.

“Oh, Korin?” Goki hummed in thought, “Where are you going after?”

“Well, Kami’s told me all about your master, Roshi. I intend to seek out the Turtle Hermit Style of martial arts.” I admitted and Goki seemed happy about that.

“That’s great! If you see Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, Oolong, Puar, or Chi-Chi there, tell them I said hi!”

I rubbed the back, she went through all the names all while making sure to count them on her fingers slowly. Once again an adorable act even if it was a bit unnecessary.

“You got it, Goki.” I gave her a thumbs up which she returned before I turned around and waved to Kami and Popo.

“Take care, Lyre.” Kami smiled warmly.

“Of course, I shouldn’t be gone for longer than a couple of hours.”

With those parting words, I walked over to the side of the lookout and freefalled.

I won’t lie, OG Dragon Ball did a great job of showing just how high Korin’s tower and Kami’s Lookout are above the ground.

If I fell like this from the top of Kami’s Lookout, all the way to the ground, it would take at least a couple of minutes to reach the bottom.

Luckily for me, my destination wasn’t the ground, yet, so I spread my arms and forced my ki out of my body, allowing me to halt my fall and land atop Korin’s tower.

A damn nice tower as well if I do say so myself. The engravings in it are fine work, maybe I should get a tower like this one day? Something to call my own in the vast multiverse I plan on owning one day.

Yes, I’m coming for that spot, you snot-nosed fuck of a leader, Zeno.

I walked off the edge of the top and fell so I could get inside the actual tower. Upon landing inside, I saw a white cat as well as a black-haired heavy-set man, both looking at me with varying expressions.

Korin, though his eyes were closed, looked to be smiling, as if he were looking at something/someone interesting, while Yajirobe, was looking at me as if I was here to kill them.

Well, I probably wasn’t, but I needed something from them, and I would get it at any cost.

“Hello, powerful stranger.” Korin greeted me, and his bluntness threw me for a loop. I let out a chuckle as I walked forward.

“It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Lord Korin.”

“Ooh, don’t get called that enough. I like the sound of that, but it doesn’t make much sense for someone stronger than me to address me as ‘Lord.’ Korin will do.”

“I see, then I shall abide by your wishes, Korin.”

“Yeah, see that’s better. Go on, introduce yourself Yajirobe!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Korin!” Yajirobe argued as he stepped back to hide himself from me behind the cat. It was honestly comical looking at it. Yajirobe was by no means a small guy, so hiding himself behind a small cat just left so much of his body exposed that it was too hilarious to not chuckle.

“It’s fine, my business doesn’t concern him.” I waved off.

Korin nodded. “I assume you need something from me?”

“I do,” I smirked, stepped forward, and stretched my arms out. “I would like a taste of both the Sacred and Ultra-divine waters.”

— Chapter End —

Author’s Note: New look because no way was I keeping the Namekian look up for the rest of the story. He’s still a Namekian, now he just has human skin over his Namekian interior. He also reworked his reproductive and digestive systems, so now he can eat even if it’s not a requirement for him, and he can reproduce through sex instead of by using an egg. So he’s a Namekian/Human hybrid now, and that right there is the bullshit power of Genetic Manipulation. I’m sure you can see how such a thing can be OP.