Before starting, these are some details of my writing with which this story is used, either because I am used to them.
- → The protagonist speaks.
[...] → Thought of the protagonist.
"..." → Another person who is not the MC speaks.
{...} → Thought of another person other than MC.
My original language is not English, but I try to adapt to studying it, so if you see any failure in the translation warn and correct it.
Now, with this ending, they begin to read.
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In some office at midnight, a middle -aged man was working at midnight.
All the rooms was off but he was the only one working to give in a dream he had, at the head of his computer there was a program of programming codes where a new video game was created.
He put all his effort in this augmented virtual reality game where experiences could feel as real as Sao's famous anime, in this year 2065 they already had that technology but their knowledge to give more specific details would make the system 100% real.
Sweat spending, effort, and soul for this that could not be stopped, I could not stop, I couldn't, should not, no ....
The adult's body while I was typing without more, suffering one of the saddest and most common effects at the same time, for those who spend all their time to work just by drinking physically and mentally without realizing themselves in the consolation.
The vision of man instantly darkened, while at the same time seconds later in the entire darkness a screen appeared.
> Please start your roulette <.
The screen showed a typical gambling roulette where there were 3 sections, one of special skill, another of power level and another of race.
Thus, seeing this our protagonist saw that this was the beginning of the game he was creating, I did not know how I got here or if it was a dream or a nightmare, but he liked the feeling of living a new experience in seeing to be locked up in the office and just being able to see the civilislationFrom the windows.
-It's strange ...
Above the roulette there was an indicator of 3 attempts, 3 opportunities to have an opportunity to obtain something decent.
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-See how it gets here ... But lets go gambling!.
He made the first twist seeing what touched him.
> Skill: Invisibility <.
> Power level: 150 <.
> Race: Human <.
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-Oh Damit!.
Again, the roulette was turned again giving the results in view.
> Skill: damage absorption <.
> Power level: 5600 <.
> Race: Konatsian <.
-Hmm.....
After seeing this result on the way and on the way to another thinking and analyzing everything in detail was to accept this or risk that it can touch something better to the next or something lower.
It would be to leave everything or nothing, because this shot came out somewhat decen.
-Nah! Lets Go Gambling !!!
He devised his thoughts of doubts and decided to risk everything, at the moment he felt the emotion where the roulette now could decide his destiny, either for better or worse.
The latter passed slowly, while the roulette spun, it seemed so much eternity that the nails of so much wait and pressure was already eating.
But in the end the time of truth came, the choice that would say its destiny.
> Skill: Gula <.
> Power level: 2500 <.
> Race: Saiyan <.
-Vaya Gula.
I press in the ability to see more in detail the description where it indicated.
> To be able to absorb 15% of the level of power of anything that eats, plus an increase in food resistance <.
-Oh, if I remember putting this ability as a wink to a capital sin.
Seeing this result he could not avoid releasing a few words but did not give him time since he instantly lost knowledge without prior notice.
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Without knowing how long I spend, if minutes days days.
He could feel that his body floated in a kind of liquid along with a device put in his mouth, he could not open his eyes but the feeling of floating in this liquid was very strange.
Although seconds later he could understand that he was in an incubator capsule.
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The viscous fluid of the incubator drained with a gorgage, leaving the wiregro exposed to the icy air of the planet Vegeta. The tube in his mouth came off, and a panting escaped from his children's lips.
His eyes opened, capturing the red glow of the Saiyan lights and silhouettes with shiny armor. The scouters buzzed, and a voice cut the silence: "The heir prince! Level of power 2,500!"
Shiro, caught in the body of a newborn, felt a primal fury roar in his veins.
A Saiyan with real armor, Commander Varkis, raised Shiro with reverence. "The future of the Saiyans," he proclaimed. Beside him, another incubator housed Vegeta, whose power level of 1,000 paid in front of his twin. The doctors exchanged looks, and a nurse growled: "The king will be ecstatic ... but this was not planned."
Through the crystal, he saw Vegeta, analyzing what another person said then now the Prince Saiyan and not vegeta.
Minutes later, Shiro was taken to the Royal Palace, a strength of black stone carved in a volcanic crater. The red sky of the planet Vegeta burned on training fields where Saiyan Elite crashed, its explosions of Ki illuminating the naked rock. The Court was an ambition whirlwind: nobles with adorned layers, commanders with scars, and freezer spies camouflaged among the crowd. Everyone bowed to Shiro, the heir prince, but his eyes distilled envy and calculation.
King Vegeta waited on his throne, his armor shining as a challenge. His eyes, fierce but cautious, posed in Shiro, held by Varkis. Beside him, Vegeta rested on a real crib, his power level of 1,000 still worthy of pride. The king got up, his voice echoing: "My children. Shiro, the heir prince, whose force eclipses everyone. Vegeta, the guardian of our legacy. Together, they will crush Frieza and return the honor to the Saiyan. "
The court roared in approval, but Shiro captured a shadow in the king's words. Mild uncertainty. Was it because of its power of 2,500, which exceeded any newborn? The king continued: "Shiro, your strength is our hope, but it must be proven. You will be forged as the leader of our race. Don't disappoint me. "
Lady Zorah, an influential nobleman, approached the throne. "Such a powerful heir is a blessing," he said, but his smile was tense. "However, two princes could divide the court."
[What a topic with the Saiyajines I just think I have 1 month of life and I am already the hope of an entire breed].
Days later, Shiro and Vegeta were transferred to a palace wing designed to forge the heirs. The Saiyans do not expect: even elite babies face combat simulators, where drones shoot weak Ki to awaken their instincts.
In the process of about 5 days where he was adapting his body movements to the point that he can feel well every movement.
Right now Vegeta was his twin brother, they had a similar appearance but with similar details, Sora did not maintain the arrogance, nor the fury of a Saiyan or good did not prove it to the naked eye.
In the eyes of others they thought that since Shiro were so strong he was indifferent to the ants around them.
Right now he dressed a combat clothes with just a little more than 1 month of life, next to him was Vegeta, he had knowledge that the two were the promises of his race but also knew that Sora was much stronger than him.
I did not know because even, but knowing that they won him on a spark of annoyance but even maintaining some respect for his brother.
A Saiyan who guided them on their way, gave them Aso to enter a giant cabin where they would begin their new fight with the drones.
"Very good, now this will be a test to turn on their fighting spirit of a good Saiyan warrior, then who will be the first?"
"I!".
Vegeta lifted my hand first with eager to demonstrate her value.
After that he was given the free pass to fight with the drones.
For about 10 minutes I take his baby body to the limit, it was the first time he fought his warrior blood gave him the instinct of power to fight with anyone in his path.
That moment when Vegeta was finished, he left the training room very exhausted and tired had wounded throughout his body and could easily be seen that it was hard for him to walk and breathe.
Instantly the medical rooms went to help Vegeta take him to the recovery room, while vegetable could hear him in the distance the voices of the people who controlled the training cabin.
"Wow was able to destroy more than 70 drones imposed a huge brand in history, no less than Prince Vegeta was expected."
Now today, they were given the title of Princes to the 2 logically for being the son of a king, but Shiro was still being the heir prince who had more potential to replace the throne to King Vegeta.
When Vegeta listens to that he imposed a historical brand, he could not help turning his eyes to Shiro when he passed by him with the help of medical assistants.
His look of arrogance was embodied on his face, it was clear that he wanted to impose authority with his achievement, but Shiro or cares much but still unconsciously, this was taken as a challenge.
Since although he did not want to continue in the game of an immature vegeta, he still knew that he had to squeeze his body to the maximum for when he recovers and have his first Zenkai, something divine for any fan of Dragon Ball.
In the period of the 5 days since he had left the capsule, he wanted to try to control his ki, something fundamental in the whole story, he was the programmer of this game, which invented all dialogues and the one who put all the information of this world, that is why he knows perfectly how it isThe control of the Ki, the detail is that it does not even have 1 year of life so at the moment you can only based its struggle through its brute force.
Taking slow steps to the training room, I squeeze his fists with the mentality of giving everything, it was the first time that he also fought, but his warrior race running through his veins gave him the pleasure of having a fight without further ado.
15 minutes, I take 15 minutes before the training room stopped by the people who handled the monitors when seeing that Shiro had fallen from fatigue, was taken just as Vegeta to the recovery room, with the detail that Sora had taken much more to the limit his body.
While they took the unconscious Shiro, those of the monkey were very amazed to see Shiro's new brand.
"302 .... As MRD a child of just over 1 month he managed to beat 302 drones."
"It is clear that in the middle of the fight the drones of the same level for Prince Vegeta, were very easy for Prince Shiro, took us to give an account and had to increase the difficulty to drones, but in the same way, this brand is something monstrous."
"Prince Shiro has a huge potential, King Vegeta will be surprised when he knows this data."
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The next day.
Both Shiro and Vegeta ate in the Royal Sala, I feel attended as of royalty, ate first class foods in abundance.
The whole atmosphere was silent, the servants only waited for the princes to finish their food to collect the dishes and clean the table.
Vegeta ate her food very serious since 1 hour ago she learned the record that Sora imposed, when her father the vegeta congratulated them both about her great demonstration of power in the training room, Vegeta felt a huge surprise when Shiro ended more than 3 times the amountof drones that he, knew that his brother was stronger than him but the difference was so much.
Thus, I speak to one of those who handle the monitoring of power controls to tell him how much Shiro's power was and he said it was 2500, more than double that of him when he was born.
So much was the difference, sometimes I felt impotence, envy, anger and despair, I knew that it was stronger than any other Saiyan in terms of potential and gross power at birth, but his brother was a beast, a beast to which he would superimed at what costs him.
While all those things went through Vegeta's head, Shiro also had something else in mind.
[I serve my level of power is increasing while this dish?].
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My English is not good and just trying to do my best, I am writing something again and seeing if I encourage more, I am very boring.
You tell me if you are more interested in this story.