I Conquered the World of Dragon Ball

(Hyperbolic Time Chamber - 5 Minutes Later)

HWOOOOOSH!

A thick stream of air flowed into my nostrils. Gathering my concentration, I opened my eyes.

Opposite me was my clone who squatted low in a rigid Martial Arts stance. His red eyes glowed as white ethereal energy stormed around him, his hair fluttering in the frenzy.

I accelerated my own internal Ki flow, a surge of warmth washing over my arms and legs.

'What!?'

I flinched pre-emptively, confused as I apparently hallucinated my clone dashing towards me.

"Are you ready?" he said, thinking I was intimidated by him.

I shook it off.

"Let's go!" 

My expression changed as my clone dashed towards me, following the exact movement path I had hallucinated before, moving far faster than anything I had ever seen before.

But I could keep up.

I weaved the strike smoothly, trusting my gut.

'This is intense'

Since I was a Majin, I didn't really have muscles in the same way humans did, but whatever my equivalent was tightened as I locked in, anxiety swiftly replaced by adrenaline. 

Both my clones fists were blurry as he approached, Ki radiating from them as he swung in my direction. 

I didn't overthink or overcomplicate it, simply trying my best to tilt my head at the angles that evaded his strikes, unconsciously making a commitment to being defensive. 

'It shouldn't be this easy'

A felt a pang of relief―my motions were smooth and effortless, little strain required to brush aside his strikes like the jab that was incoming.

It was strange because I had next to no real combat experience―heck, I'd never even been in a real fight before.

"Yet somehow you can dodge all my attacks!" my clone yelled at me exasperatedly, irritated at his lack of success. 

I smirked.

I ducked another blow, closing my eyes for a split second and soaking my palm with Ki, thrusting it directly into his stomach.

WFFFFFFFFFFFT!

I didn't push that hard but he still flew back far, shockwaves echoing through the air as he rapidly regained his footing.

A wide grin stretched on my face as the pleasure center of my brain was stimulated, the Saiyan instincts dormant within me roaring with passion.

"Shouldn't our strength be the same? How come you're doing better than I am?" my clone asked, sincerely confused.

"Confidence, probably? All I'm doing is defending myself while you have to be actively aggressive, which is also probably harder," I reasoned.

When somebody was attacking you, everything just snapped into place―from a mental standpoint. All unnecessary thoughts and anxieties had to be put aside in order to avoid the incoming danger.

'This body is really incredible'

I couldn't even imagine performing some of these motions as a human, and even after moving so intensely, I felt perfectly fine―like I was fresh from a nap.

"Let's switch roles, you be the aggressor this time," my clone requested, taking a defensive posture.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Where did you get that position from?" 

"I just copied it from the anime" 

I smiled, using Gogeta's offensive before pushing forward and accelerating towards my clone.

I tried not to think too hard or calculate any kind of offense, relying on my intuition.

I flew straight towards him―like an arrow, getting close and then flipping forward to drive both feet into his forearm, knocking him back.

"What the heck was that!?" he said accusingly, pointing a finger at me.

"What do you mean?" 

"That whole flip sequence! Where did you get that from!?"

"I made it up," I said bluntly, getting back into fighting form.

My clone exhaled agitatedly but I think he finally got the message.

As a fusion of multiple generational prodigies, my intuition when it came to Martial Arts and Ki Control was borderline supernatural, moreover, our bodies were flexible to a truly supernatural degree, making our starting point so close to the finish line.

Especially in the early stages of our Martial Arts training, we honestly didn't need to think that much.

My clone accelerated towards me this time, floating in the air and reeling back his fist. My Ki sense flared as I felt his Ki flow from his fist to his elbow.

'That's not real'

I trusted my gut instinct, my clone's fist surging towards my face until he made a rapid snap motion, flinging his elbow in my direction.

I narrowly weaved the elbow strike but he swiftly connected a back fist, skimming my nose. He then followed up with a side kick and an overhand punch, his motions fluid and graceful.

'He's getting better'

When a punch was thrown―under ordinary circumstances―there would be a minimum amount of time needed to return back to a neutral position.

This short time period was generally called, "recovery" in video-game terms and was a window of opportunity for an defender to strike back.

In the case of my clone, however, he constantly used Ki to accelerate his recovery motions, reducing the time it took to get back into a neutral position to less than a second, making striking back much harder. 

This was a relatively advanced concept in Martial Arts that was only possible in the strange Ki System of Dragon Ball yet my clone had somehow managed to perfectly execute it with sheer intuition. 

'That gap isn't zero though'

My clone kept his center low to the ground, gradually forcing me backward with a series of jabs, hooks and straights, avoiding complex motions. As his confidence grew, he infused his attacks with greater densities of Ki, the speed and power of his strikes slowly climbing.

BANG! WFFFT! WFFT!

I intercepted in incoming hook with my right forearm, sending a cross with my left which missed and then a hook with my right which also missed.

My clone smirked which sent a surge of panic through me, motivating me to break the delicate balance of boxing and throw a flying knee into his face.

BONK!

A loud sound echoed through the air and my clone was sent flying backward.

'Combo! Combo!'

I suddenly felt a massive sense of urgency as I had finally knocked my clone off-guard, my Ki naturally flaring around my body, empowering me to make a move.

The basic premise behind combos in fighting games was that when struck with an attack, a fighter was momentarily stunned and theoretically speaking, a series of consequent attacks would be more or less guaranteed to hit.

Superman Punch, Side Kick, Gut Punch, Elbow Strike, Back Fist, Ankle Grab―I performed the sequence of motions like I was executing a combo in a video game, a sense of satisfaction swelling in me as I did so flawlessly. 

I tossed my clone from my right to my left, accelerating my body with Ki to jam the sole of my foot into the pit of his stomach, a Vegeta-Style flying kick. 

'What do I finish with!?'

My clone was rapidly flying away and I was overcome with the desire to finish the combo with a Ki attack, my combat instincts fully in the driver's seat.

'Big Bang Attack!'

Vegeta's signature move was the first thing that came to mind.

I didn't think too hard.

I condensed a body-sized Ki orb at frightening speed, pushing it towards my clone with force.

BANG!

I grinned maniacally as my hair flew back due to the sheer force of the explosion.

'And I'm not even tired!'

I glanced mischievously at the barrels of Senzu Beans, the were scattered around the entrance of the Time Chamber, 12 in total filled to the brim.

"HMPH!"

My clone grunted loudly, a half-impressed, half-angered expression on his face.

His body was in rough shape but only few a few seconds, the faint damage I had done repairing in real-time, disappearing completely.

"Alright, you got me, but now it's my turn!" he declared with resolution.

---

(Hyperbolic Time Chamber - 12 hours later)

'How did we get here?'

"SUPER BLASTER METEOR!!!"

I held my breath as I watched one of my clones, who was suspended high up in the air, surround himself with a thick Ki barrier, the depth of the barrier nearly the length of my arm.

A few seconds later, multiple Meteor Bombs― these Big-Bang-Attack type energy masses― flew out of the barrier, several seemingly magnetically attracted to my body.

"I know our Ki reserves are deep but this attack is really over the top"

"How we're supposed to defend against this? If even one of these hit the grouund, the Time Chamber is cooked!"

My fellow Team 1 clones stared with humility, watching the Meteor Bombs descend from the sky.

"The Team 2 clones are approaching!"

I couldn't overstate how terrifying it was to see these massive dark-skinned warriors appear out of thin air, each of them grinning mischievously in my direction.

"Never back down, never WHAT!?" I shouted.

My clones snickered, wry smiles on their faces as they entered Martial Arts postures.

"NEVER GIVE UP!"

WFFFFT! WFFFFT! WFFFFT!

All the Team 1 Clones and I ascended high into the air, their sheer speed causing shockwaves to reverberate loudly. I laid my palm against an impending Meteor Orb, the sphere a split-second from detonating.

'ABSORB!'

I thought with all the strength I had to think, willing my mind, body and everything in me to suck up the Ki in the Meteor Bomb. Thankfully, the Ki disassembled, flowing smoothly into me through my skin.

"BOOO!"

My heart dropped a Team 2 clone appeared out of nowhere, swinging an Ki Blade at my head.

There was no time to dodge so I popped my head off of my neck, my head rolling in the air, the gap between my two body parts just a little more than the depth of the energy sword, attaching it back smoothly afterward.

'You cheeky bastard!'

I leaned back and jammed the sole of my foot into the cheek of my clone, genuine anger in my attack.

Another Team 2 clone appeared out of thin air but he didn't attack, instead pointing his finger.

"Behind You!" he announced in pantomime fashion, pointing at another Team 2 clone that was condensing an Meteor Bomb with his left hand.

PYUU! PYUU!

I blinked, discovering that I had been teleported to a relatively safe spot.

From where I was, I could see in the distance that a large number of my clones were scrambling around multiple Meteor Bombs, plucking them out of thin air while evading attacks from Team 2 clones.

"We can't grow from your memories if you're blown to pieces!" a fellow team 1 clone said, as though it was obvious. 

"I would've been fine," I insisted, brushing off his hand.

"I know, I know, I'm only joking"

My eyes widened a little as I watched three team 2 clones execute Super Blaster Meteor again, a truly terrifying number of Meteor Bombs released into the air―an irresponsible amount.

In addition to the visual, which was nothing more than apocalyptic, I could also sense the density of energy inside each bomb, more than enough to completely devastate the smooth architecture of the chamber.

"I think we should scale it down a little," I suggested.

"But that wouldn't be nearly as fun," my clone remarked, flying back into the chaos.

I had a moment of clarity.

"Maybe mass-producing clones of myself wasn't such a great idea"