Coming from a broken home, T never was one to sit down on his ass and take things as they are. If he did, he would still be there. Hell, he might have even been technically alive if he stayed back where he was. This story, however, would not be told if he took that route. No, instead of wallowing in the defeat his miserable luck bestowed, he got up and left. To where- he did not know.

And drifter as one would label his past self. From do city to city he roamed, but not once was he content. Odd jobs occupied his most of his time. Shelter displayed it's benefits, but for that he required money. After a while, the body yearns for some sort of settlement or routine behavior. He was human in the end.

Yet that chance was never afforded to human.

No stable income, no one to call his own, no companions in his journey. There was no base for him to build on. Hence, he decided to play the hand that fate gave him.

He joined Earth's militia believing that he could serve a higher purpose. To aid in protecting the world as one of many. To help those in need by catching a bullet for them. To find meaning for once in his entire life.

Meaning did find him. Otherworldly beings taught him how worthless his life meant to them.

Central City laid in ruins along with the ruler of Earth.

All it took was one invasion.



What is the value of life to a god?

As a person would step on an ant without a step on an ant unknowingly, hundreds of thousands were lost in the clash- potentially millions. Among the many faceless masses, T stood in place. He was finally given a form of rest, though not for long.

Eyelids raised and fell slowly, repeatedly until conscious effort took over the reins. All around him lay the bodies of men, women and children. Some he knew. Some he recognized. All forgotten but to him. The smell.

Oh god, the smell.

Both hands leapt to his mouth. He gagged on his own spit as the smell of vaporised and rotting flesh invaded his senses more than he could bear.

Colours came and went out of sight.

Lights emanated from the corpses.

He awakened.

Tragic as his story may be(as quite a lot are), T allowed it to serve as a small reminder of his roots from being a average military Joe to a slightly more condescending, ex-military, average Joe. The attack made upon Central City by the Frieza Force left him barely alive, and everyone around him dead. Yet by some means, the spirits of the deceased left a small fragment from each of their respective energies as a sort of lamentation for their early parting. Some came from innocent bystanders, others may have parted from stronger ki enhanced warriors who passed in the clash.

All this spare power seared and lashed out without purpose until they collectively conglomerated within a suitable host on the brink of death. Even if those that left the material plane remained unaware of the event, they had made something more that day.

A man- not quite dead, albeit not quite alive.

And that was just about all the sad bits of his history out of the way.

T travelled around the Earth months after that experience. With such grand power at his disposal, it would only be natural to experiment the limitations of it. Many a shaman was visited. Many a witch was seen. Some turned him away, some tutored him, some tried to trick him. One of said tricks managed to banish him to hell on account of him being unholy or some other reason. T could not bother to remember. What he did remember was that hell was not as hellish as he originally thought.

Scriptures depicting the underworld almost always described it as being a realm of immense, never-ending agony to which bad people are banished. That was for the most part accurate in some cases, and completely the opposite for others. There were demons, yes. Demons wearing lederhosen, spectacles, and a oddly enough sweatpants. An amusement park was somehow also made within the dimension. So not quite the hell he imagined.

He had to admit that it was a little nice. Or so he found it to be as such until a Makaioshin came up to him, demanded that he bow before him, and tried to punch T in the face.

After disposing of the problem, T wandered hell for a year. Fighting other demons, turning whatever area he desired into seas of glass, and having a taste of the local cuisine was commonplace for him in that timeframe. His escape from hell and into space took place once he had amassed enough power to do so. Thus his bout of laziness began.

Blowing up planets becomes boring after the first few times.