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The Gift of Immortality DRAGON BALL STORY: Insert Reader

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╰➤ ⌈ 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵… ⌋ ╰┈┈➤ This is a FIRST PERSON POV story for the reader, Y/N, M/C. ╰┈┈➤ Instead of (Y/N), I use [First Name] for your name. ╰┈┈➤ Enjoy the story, have fun.

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TRIGGER | CONTENT WARNINGS: COMPREHENSIVE & GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION WRITING OF HEAVY SELF-HARM, MENTAL ILLNESS, DISORDERS, & HEAVY ANGST!!! Mentions of MURDER, BLOOD, DEATH/DYING & PROFANITY!!!

001 | Hope

❝Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy but you don't want to die. Like you're hanging by a thread, but you gotta survive.❞

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YEAR: 2351 ⌋ 275 YEARS LATER | AGE: + 1 MILLION YEARS OLD

The alleyway was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from flickering streetlights and the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows. My nimble fingers closed around the cold metal of the assault rifle; a weapon recovered from the lifeless grip of a government-hired assassin.

I had been ambushed not moments before; I had just succeeded in dismantling a human trafficking ring as a mission in the city I was in, but I was attacked by those hunters from the government.

They never stopped hunting me. Nor did I stop from helping people even just a bit.

Now, with the assassin's body at my feet, with haste, I rummaged through the assailant's garb, seeking any trace of surveillance or tracking devices. In the dim light, my hand darted into pockets and bags. I took out a small syringe from one of the pockets, its amber, fiery hue catching the glow of distant streetlamps.

It was a drug named Somnus. It is an amber liquid that is injected via a syringe and has the effect of rendering the victim unconscious for long periods of time which are days through a week. It can cause the person to regain consciousness at certain points, but their body is not awake. They are trapped within a prison of immobility, but can hear, smell, and feel everything that is being done to them. When the effects finally wear off, the body remains paralyzed for hours before finally recovering fully.

It bore the insignia of BioThera, a chilling reminder of the power they held over me and those horrible experiments.

They never forgot about me. And I never forgot about them.

With a decisive toss, I sent the syringe colliding against the wall, its fragile vessel shattering into a kaleidoscope of shards, its contents spilling onto the pavement. The acrid scent of its contents mingled with the blood and the lingering stench of the alley, assaulting my senses. The threat was neutralized, I turned my attention to the fallen assailant. No tracking device was found, yet paranoia gnawed at the edges of my mind.

I chose to demolish the entire body.

With resolve, my hand outstretched, I summoned a surge of energy, channeling it into a glowing orb that crackled with power. Its incandescent glow illuminated the dark alleyway; I unleashed its wrath upon the fallen assassin, the resulting explosion sending shockwaves reverberating through the narrow passage.

The force of the blast pushed me back, but I stood firm, adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses to the looming hazard, and the scent of burning flesh reached my senses. I couldn't linger, not with the authorities surely on their way drawn by the commotion; I propelled myself into motion.

Each footfall echoed against the cobblestones as I sprinted, my muscles coiling with tension as I prepared to take flight; I propelled myself forward. As I ascended into the night sky, the rush of wind whipped against my face, chilling me to the bone.

High above the city, I soared, every heartbeat thundered in my ears as I clutched the rifle tightly, scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit. Questions gnawed at my mind; doubts clawed at my resolve.

If an assassin managed to find me, how many of them are there in the city? No. This country I was in.

The uncertainty fueled my determination to vanish into the night, to move into another country or continent for another base far from those hunters. Once again.

I was dead wrong to think they would just let me be.

It's been a relentless pursuit, stretching over two and a half centuries. Two hundred and seventy-five years of living like prey, always looking over my shoulder, always on the run.

Since the sealing a way of King Piccolo, the world had moved on, rebuilt itself, and advanced in technology. But for me, it only meant more sophisticated means for them to track me down, leaving me in an endless state of paranoia.

It's nearly impossible to disappear in the world I live in today.

In the aftermath of King Piccolo's destruction, BioThera, the company that once held traces of my DNA and the secrets of my abilities, was reduced to rubble. Yet, somehow, I believed Ethan Kane managed to preserve fragments of my existence, likely preserving some record of me, ensuring my perpetual pursuit enough to tip off the government.

Ethan and Victor Arrenberg were long gone, but their legacy persisted, each generation passing down the knowledge of an immortal being, a freak of nature. Each successor was eager to claim the prize of capturing me. But I eluded them all. I have bases across the globe, like breadcrumbs leading away from the hunter's trap.

Yet, even in my bases, peace was a fleeting illusion and dream.

The night had melted into a luminous blue canvas, stretched endlessly across the horizon. Hours melded into one another, the sun ascending its throne in the sky, casting its radiant warmth upon my weary frame.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep.

I pressed onward, cradling the assault rifle in my clenched fist. With each passing moment, my eyes scanned the landscape below, vigilant against any prying eyes or tracking devices.

My gaze roamed the terrain below, a patchwork of verdant fields, undulating plains, dense forests, and rugged mountains. Islands dotted the coastline, their presence a cunning ruse to confound my pursuers.

Among its verdant landscapes and untamed wilderness, I hoped to find respite, if only for a fleeting moment in this continent I arrived. Into the heavens, I soared, ascending into the wispy embrace of clouds that veiled my movements from prying eyes.

Approaching Mount Paozu, my heart quickened with anticipation; I skirted past the bustling metropolis of East Capital City. Streets below bustled with activity, a symphony of hovercraft and flying cars zipping through the air with effortless grace.

Amidst the towering structures, holographic billboards flicker to life, casting displays of colors onto the polished surfaces. Though the cityscape dazzled with its technological marvels, I remained wary; I knew the risks all too well. Technology was already vastly improving too much for me to completely avoid cities like these.

With a surge of energy, I propelled myself forward, the rush of wind whipping against my skin as I accelerated toward my destination. Time became a blur, a fleeting whisper in the endless expanse of the sky, as I soared past startled birds, their frantic cries echoing in my wake. Yet, onward, I pressed, driven by a primal instinct to survive.

As I approached my destination, soaring past majestic mountains, their peaks kissed by wisps of cloud while sprawling plains stretched out like an endless tapestry below. I glided through the lush valleys and verdant meadows, the landscape unfurling beneath me like a vibrant tapestry.

I descended into the embrace of a lush forest, the verdant canopy stretching above like a protective cloak. Navigating the dense foliage with practiced ease, I deftly through the dense foliage, weaving between towering trees and elusive wildlife, my senses attuned to the subtlest of movements.

I weaved between the colossal trunks of old trees, their sprawling branches casting intricate patterns of shadow upon the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of earth and greenery, a heady concoction with a sense of peace as the forest grew denser with each passing moment, stretching into eternity.

The path ahead vanished into a labyrinth of boulders and tangled undergrowth, each step fraught with the risk of stumbling into unseen pitfalls. I skirted past moss-covered boulders and treacherous cliffs, my senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the landscape.

Yet, amidst the encroaching darkness, a beacon of light beckoned me forward. I parted the clinging vines that obscured my path, emerging into a sun-dappled clearing, and a sense of familiarity washed over me.

Here, nestled in the embrace of nature, stood my base: a humble cabin, weathered and worn with a riot of greenery and blossoms. Nature had reclaimed the structure as its own, vines and flowers weaving around its timeworn walls, camouflaged by the lush vegetation that surrounded it.

Adjacent to the cabin lay a neglected garden, its once-tidy rows now overrun with wild growth. Fruit trees bowed beneath the weight of their harvest, while wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze. Wild animals frolicked the overgrown foliage. Birds flitted among the branches, their pleasant songs filling the air with a symphony of sound.

Here, in Mount Paozu, I found comfort in the simplicity of life, a fleeting reminder of days long past. Memories flooded my mind, a bittersweet reminder of a time before I discovered my immortality and being hunted down by the government, weighed heavy on my shoulders.

With a heavy heart, I acknowledged the truth that had long haunted me: I was truly alone in this world, a solitary figure adrift amidst the currents of time. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, I couldn't help but wonder if true comfort would ever be within my grasp.

"Kill yourself! It's the only way..." "End this torment [First Name]!" "It would be nice to see our loved ones on the other side."

"End it," the voices whispered and screamed in a relentless chorus that echoed within the depths of my mind, a constant reminder of the torment that plagued me. Yet, I resisted, knowing that death offered no solace in a life bound by immortality.

My mind, a battlefield strewn with the remnants of sanity, with each whispered taunt, I steeled myself against the onslaught, clinging to the fragile threads of sanity that bound me to this world.

My main focus was to survive and keep my sanity intact as long as possible.

Landing before the weathered door of my long-abandoned cabin, retrieving the key from its hiding place, I unlocked the door while lowering my ki energy. With a click, the wooden door creaked open, welcoming me into the shadows of my sanctuary.

A sharp crack shattered the stillness of the forest, a bullet whistling past my ear with deadly intent. I recoiled instinctively, arching my back, my senses on high alert as the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air.

Fuck. I had forgotten about the trap I had set.

I realized with a grim sense of irony, as the trap I had set to deter unwelcome intruders. Regaining my composure, I retrieved the shotgun nestled within the confines of my cabin.

Gripping the shotgun in one hand and the assault rifle in the other, I stepped cautiously into the dimly lit interior of my cabin, the echoes of my footsteps reverberating off the walls, the floorboards creaking beneath my weight.

Weeds and wildflowers sprouted through the cracks in the wooden floor, while plastic-shrouded furniture lay dormant, preserved against the ravages of time. Pots of verdant life dotted the room, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a sweet mix of scents.

A soft chirp broke the silence, a lone bird nestled on the rafters, its presence a welcome distraction from the solitude that enveloped me as I made my way to the kitchen.

I might as well pass out from exhaustion for staying up awake for days. But...

Sleep remained a distant dream, a luxury beyond my grasp, as the fear of being attacked and captured loomed large in my mind. Nightmares, cruel and unforgiving, haunted the recesses of my subconscious, each one a harrowing reminder of the horrors I had endured.

I dreaded closing my eyes, surrendering to a world of fear and uncertainty. I dreaded the thought of waking up to find it all had been a dream, that I was still trapped in that sterile lab, subjected to endless experiments and torment.

With a heavy sigh, I set my guns on the dusty dining table, the corners of my old cabin cloaked in cobwebs, making a mental note to clean my base later.

Summoning a flicker of a small sphere of my ki energy within my fingertips, I ignited the lanterns scattered throughout my kitchen, their warm glow casting long shadows upon the worn wooden floors.

Crouching before the hearth, I kindled a modest fire, its crackling flames a beacon of warmth in the chill of the night. With the fire ablaze, I set about preparing my evening meal, getting a pot from my cabin to fill up with water.

As I ventured outside to gather fruits or vegetables from my garden, a sense of unease lingered in the periphery of my thoughts. Loneliness was my constant companion, yet paradoxically, I was never truly alone.

The paranoia that hung heavy on my shoulders, the constant state of fear and alertness of my surroundings, and the raging emotions of my trauma engulfed me inside, the desperation, the longing for peace.

The outside world hunted me while my mind tormented me within the confines of my hideouts. No one could understand the weight of my burden, the tumult of emotions I carried, and the suffocating isolation of being hunted both inside and out.

Still, I fought.

Pausing by a small pond, I filled my pot with water, though paranoia continued to linger at the edges of my consciousness. Returning to the confines of my cabin, I brewed myself a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. The pot of water steamed over the flames, its gentle bubbling a soothing melody amidst the quiet solitude.

I clung to what shreds of sanity remained, knowing that to lose them would be to forfeit my humanity. The fear of losing myself entirely, of becoming the monster people perceived me to be, drove me to keep fighting. I refused to become the monster they painted me to be, a creature devoid of humanity, a mere tool to be wielded at their whim.

Gazing out the window, night descended in earnest; I watched as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the forest canopy, a silent sentinel in the night sky. I settled at the dining table, brushing off the dust. I took a sip of my coffee, took a bite of the carrot that I had grabbed from my garden, and cleaned it.

The bitter tang of coffee mixed with the sweetness of the vegetable upon my tongue was an odd combination to eat, yet it didn't matter. It was something to eat to satisfy my thirst and hunger, my eyes lingering on the empty chair opposite me, a silent reminder of the loneliness that plagued my existence.

I cast a glance at my guns as I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips. The world around me seemed to fade into silence, save for the soft rhythm of my breathing. Even the chirping of the lone bird that had taken refuge within my cabin had fallen silent, its gentle snores a lullaby in the stillness of the night.

All I yearned for was not only joy but to be recognized as a human being, to reclaim the dignity that had been stripped away from the day I was captured.

I am human.

Flawed, yes.

Broken, perhaps.

But human, nonetheless.

And as long as that flicker of humanity remained, I would continue to fight. For my freedom. For my sanity. For the right to be seen, not as a monster, a freak, a thing, a tool but as a human. I would continue to save people, to prove them wrong I am not a monster, not a tool even if the government or anyone does not see it or deny it.

"But you're growing tired, aren't you? Why don't you take a rest... forever." "It would be nice to see Lascell and Jiro again." "Your mother, your friends you made along the way," "End this torment! END IT!" "So why don't you end it forever?"

The voices echoed a cacophony of whispers and hollers that tore at the edges of my sanity, each word a dagger to my already fractured mind.

My head throbbed with the weight of their indictments, their relentless onslaught pushing me to the brink of despair. They spoke of death as a release, of surrendering to the void in search of peace.

Yet I was too stubborn enough to not listen to them for a moment. The voices would taunt, their words laced with venom and malice.

"Come on, you know better than death itself is mercy than living." "You will lose everything if you keep doing this, what will you become now?" "A monster."

They hissed, the word echoing in the caverns of my mind. With a frustrated snarl, I gripped my cup of coffee tightly, the ceramic warming my trembling hands.

My gaze fixed upon the guns strewn across the table before me. The voices taunted and jeered, their words a cacophony of self-loathing and doubt.

"Let yourself go and give us peace—"

"I know but are you fucking stup—" I caught myself mid-sentence, the absurdity of arguing with voices that existed only in my mind momentarily grounding me in reality. "Who am I even talking to? There's no one here!" I spat, the sound of my voice ringing hollow in the empty cabin.

The voices grew louder, their cries piercing the fragile veil of my sanity. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the ceaseless racket that threatened to engulf me.

Yet, there was truth behind their words. Emotions long suppressed surged to the surface, a tempest of rage, frustration, and despair threatening to consume me whole.

I seized one of the guns, bringing the cold barrel and pressed it against my temple. My heartbeat thundering in my ears, and my grip tightened on the gun, as my finger hovered over the trigger.

"Shut up!"

With a sudden surge of desperation to get rid of or silence the voices, I pulled the trigger.

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YEAR: 2351⌋ ONE WEEK LATER - MAY 8 ⌊ Papaya Island

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With a cautious sip of my drink, I walked out of the market, my features concealed beneath a disguise I wore. The sun beat down upon me, its rays diffused by the tinted lenses of my sunglasses. It had been a tumultuous week since my last breakdown.

Venturing into the heart of a small town, I stride cautiously along the bustling streets. My goal was simple for coming into this town on Papaya Island: get the necessities I needed and vanish without a trace; the last thing I wanted was to draw unwanted attention upon myself.

I needed some items and food for a short time until I fixed my garden and grew more edibles for the long run, as well as purchasing some drinks in my favor, knowing I had been only consuming water from a fresh lake or pond.

It was a very rare circumstance when I ventured into town, a necessity born of survival rather than choice. The prospect of starvation or succumbing to dehydration loomed ever-present, I understood I would go even more insane if I kept killing myself and suffered more.

Just like that incident during those damned Witch Trials. Locked up and dying over and over again.

Navigating through the streets, I wanted to find a secluded corner where I could make my departure unnoticed, my mind racing with the urgency to get out of this island and go back to my base in Mount Paozu.

As I traversed the bustling thoroughfare, the rhythmic hum of passing cars mingled with the cacophony of voices that filled the air. Anxiety gnawed at my insides, yet I maintained a façade of calm not wanting to draw attention as my heart pounded within my chest.

Ahead, a gathering crowd caught my attention, their voices rising in excited chatter. Initially intent on avoiding the commotion, curiosity soon got the better of me as I drew closer, a voice cut through the clamor.

"Come join us for the 23rd World's Martial Arts Tournament! here you get the chance to fight the world's best fighters!"

The very mention of it sent a thrill coursing through my veins, igniting a spark of excitement within me. I paused in my tracks, my gaze drawn towards the source of the commotion; my senses heightened as I surveyed the diverse array of individuals before me.

Memories of battles long past flickered in the recesses of my mind, a primal yearning for the thrill of combat, not just for survival, but for the sheer joy of it, the chance to push me beyond my limits, to reclaim a sense of pride and purpose that had long eluded me.

After all, I have been, beyond, disrespected, tortured, and ripped away from my dignity.

I found myself drawn to the opportunity to fight in the tournament, a glimmer of hope and joy kindling within me; I could not only find some happiness that I longed to have after being hunted down and fighting for survival out of fear.

But an escape from my cruel reality, a fleeting moment. A distraction. A break from the constant struggle for survival, a chance to recover a portion of sanity and find a sense of normalcy, even if just for a moment.

Yet, beneath the surface of my excitement, a gnawing sense of apprehension ground at my resolve, casting doubt upon my decision to partake in the tournament.

What if the government would find me here? What if they had dispatched hunters in this tournament?

"All fighters who wish to enter the tournament must register today! Please be aware that if you fail to register today, you will be unable to participate in tomorrow's qualifying rounds!"

As the announcement echoed through the crowd, I pushed aside the tendrils of fear, clinging instead to the hint of hope that danced just out of reach. It had been a week since I had relocated to a distant continent, to hide and run away from the government and BioThera. There was still time; time to formulate a plan, to take this brief moment of freedom and escape.

Just a moment of rest without fear. Just having a moment of joy, a sense of being a human.

With a deep breath, I joined the queue, my heart pounding in my chest as I wrestled with conflicting emotions. As I inched closer and closer to the registration desk, my mind whirled with possibilities, a maelstrom of hope and dread swirling within me.

Nothing will go wrong, once I have a plan and execute it, and leave.

This is a chance to... escape, a moment of a break, no longer hearing those voices, just forgetting about the fear for a moment, maybe having a portion of peace.

Everything will be fine; nothing will go out of the window.

Right?

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NOTE: THIS TAKES PLACE DURING DRAGON BALL (first series) IN THE Piccolo Jr. Saga.

Finished: March 09, 2024

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