Dragon Ball IP

Overview
Infinite Potential is a fanfiction currently being written by Destructivedisk. It stars the human Z Fighters as the main protagonists, with the narrator mainly staying with Krillin. It takes place approximately one year after the conclusion of Dragon Ball Z, and disregards GT and the newest special entirely. Also, some of the characters will be absurdly powerful in the story (not as powerful as a SS, but still more powerful than you would expect), such as Yajirobe

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This story is currently being published simultaneously on fanfiction.net, by my other account, shesgonnablow.

Lastly, don't expect overly frequent updates. However, you can expect a minimum of an update a month.

Chapter 1- Training Montage
"Come on now, Krillin," the short hero thought to himself, faced with the prospect of once more opposing, and actually taking down, Super Buu himself. He had been training incessantly for this moment, learning new techniques and increasing his physical ability. Despite this, being stared down by Buu's red eyes while atop Kami's Lookout brought forth a startling combination of Déjà vu and fear, the latter of which he almost succumbed to. Alas, Krillin has never been one to crumple to his knees at the faintest trance of fright, and he steadied himself, preparing to put up the best fight he could.

Krillin thrust one of his hands into the air as the pink monster stood still. Ki began to solidify itself in a circular shape above Krillin's open palm. This was, of course, the Destructo Disc, but Krillin had a different plan for it this time. As he began to throw it forward in a normal motion, he actually reached out and grabbed it with his left hand, essentially turning the already dangerous weapon into a round sword.

"Destructo Disc tomahawk!" Krillin shouted, lunging towards his adversary. He disappeared in a blur, confusing the opponent and giving Krillin the leeway needed to re-appear behind him and actually slice through his antennae.

Naturally, this was no threat to Super Buu. He could easily regenerate himself with no problem at all. He prepared to do just so, before getting hit with a sharp blow to his back. To his eternal surprise, this had a genuine effect on him, sending him flying forward towards the edge of The Lookout. Krillin cupped his hands together, generating a full power Ka-me-ha-me-ha which completely decimated Buu's antennae.

"Now, your Chocolate Beam is totally out of the picture. Let's see how tough you are without it."

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"So, what's all this nonsense about controlling your fighting spirit or whatever it is you're saying," Yajirobe asked his temporary sensei, Master Roshi,.

"We've been at this for THREE DAYS NOW! How do you not even remotely understand this concept? I know twelve-year olds that can utilize ki better than you!" Roshi declared with a frustrated tone, his patience thinning. Although he had previously held the belief that the Kamehame-ha took 50 years to perfect, he had been convinced otherwise once he saw virtually untrained warriors learn to do it with little to no practice.

"Listen, old man. I came here to learn how to create a katana out of ki. Not to be yelled at by you."

"Well, perhaps you could learn it by actually listening to me rather than just worrying about eating the whole time!"

Roshi and Yajirobe locked eyes with each other, each refusing to change their ways. It may now be too late for the two stubborn warriors to learn anything new.

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It was tough losing the paparazzi, Hercule thought to himself. He was now by himself for the first time in months, met with the bliss of the forest. He intended to find a place called Korin's tower, a mythical place rumored to extend far into the sky and tower (no pun intended) over even the tallest of skyscrapers. He had rumors of people getting all the way to the top and to have their power increased two-fold. In his own ignorance, Hercule had managed to convince himself that if he doubled his power he would surpass Goku and the likes, and for this reason had been trying to find the legendary place for quite a while, and he was now planning on realizing his dreams.

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There he was. That idiot Vegeta. His picture hung on the wall, fueling Yamcha's fury and hate. He slammed his fist into the wall, which both reddened his fist and put a sizeable hole into the concrete.

"You need to stop doing that, Yamcha. Your fines are taking away half your pay. That is something, considering your status as the highest paid baseball player in the league right now." It didn't matter, anyways. He was confident that he could win Bulma back if he simply won the tournament. He had been perfecting his Wolf Fang Fist technique and now it was far stronger than the Ka-Me-Ha-Me-Ha, yet it still couldn't surpass Vegeta in strength.

He planned on changing that.

Chapter 2- Sweet, Sweet Irony
Krillin's hands were glued firmly to the ground, his face tilted downwards and breath escaping his mouth like a criminal from a jail cell. Hastily. He felt no real pain; regardless of the terrible suffering he had gone through while in the Pendulum Room, it was solely in his mind and did not carry over to his physical body. That being said, the trauma it may have caused was perhaps worse than any painful stimulus that he would have normally gone through. Being turned into chocolate was no treat, but it was still far superior to to the merciless pounding he had recieved due to not being turned into chocolate.

"Weakling", Mr. Popo calmly stated, his pure black body standing above Krillin.

"I'd- like- to- see- you- do- any- better...", Krillin weakly croaked out, his body now collapsing out of exhaustion.

"I'm not the one being trained here, am I? No; it is your job and your job alone to defeat him." Mr. Popo paused, studying Krillin. "Hmm, perhaps I am being unrealistic here. Super Buu may be an unreasonable opponent for you. Shall we try, say, Frieza?" This idea appealed no more to Krillin, who genuinely flinched as he remembered Frieza's cold eyes as he hearlessly killed him with his telekinetic abilities.

"Wha-what? Frieza? No! Not-not him!" Alas, these pleas were too late. Krillin already saw the lights flashing around him, and felt himself quickly regain his strength.

That was one of the up sides of the Pendulum Room. It remedied any ailments you ma have previously had, but only until you actually left the room.

And there he was. There was that tyrant, Frieza. He stood there, his annoying laugh seeming to loop and a smile spreading across his face. Krillin recomposed himself, his hands tightening into a fist and his knees bending. Frieza also put himself into his battle stance.

He pointed his index finger at Krillin.

Ki began to surround said index finger.

A narrow, purple beam shot out. It was the death beam.

Krillin jumped out of the way of the incoming attack, and charged towards the white and purple alien. He stopped moments before reaching the extraterrestial, who extended his fist out straight into Krillin's face, only to have the warrior's image fizzle away into nothingness.

"What? Where is he?" Frieza's hoarse voice rang out, as he performed a double take and backed up.

"Back here," Krillin said smoothly, somehow appearing directly behind Frieza and putting him in a headlock. Frieza's long fingernails crawled up in between his neck and Krillin's arms, but to no avail. Krillin's grasp remained firm, and Frieza's unstoppable wiggling did next to nothing.

Krillin was truly impressed as to how much stronger he had gotten. Sure, he may have been one of the strongest warriors in the universe prior to his traning, but he may have even surpassed Goten and Trunks by now. It was hard for him to imagine either of those two kids dominating over Frieza as he was now.

The short warrior then remembered something. Now that he had Frieza trapped, what was he going to do with him?

He thought up the most poetic of ways to dispose of him.

He quickly released Frieza, and then grabbed him by the tail. Twirling around with the monster in his hands, he let go of him once more at the completion of his 360 degree spin, letting Frieza go flying through the air. He flew closer to him, and allowed Frieza the chance to regain his footing before letting a smile spread across his face.

"Y'know, Frieza, I picked up a little trick from a genie back on my home planet of Earth."

"Argh! Cursed genies! Is he the one who gave you this incredible power increase?"

"I wouldn't call it incredible; I'm no Saiyan, I'm relatively humble. But yes, it would be him who granted me this power."

"Hmph, it's of no matter. i simply had not properly prepared myself yet. I suppose it is probably time for me to utilize my full power." Frieza grunted, his physique buffening and his ego as well.

"That's your full-power? For whatever reason, I seem to remember you as being much more of a threat. What do you plan on doing now?"

"Killing you. What else?"

"Let us see about that."

Krillin remained entirely still. Frieza was somewhat taken aback by this, but nevertheless got ready to pounce. He jumped at Krillin with amazing speed, but it was no match for Krillin's trained eyes. he spotted Frieza's exact location, and merely extended his hand in the direction of him. Frieza was stopped in his tracks, his body rendered motionless.

"Wha-what are you doing to me? Gah!" Frieza's body was lifted up into the air, before Krillin clenched his fingers together, causing an explosion large enough to kill Frieza. Which it did, with relative ease.

Ah, sweet, sweet irony.