[Deon pov]
Space.
I guess you never realize how big the universe is till your out here. The vast emptiness, the only thing visible is the giant burning heat source that give life to our solar system. I can't help but gaze at the vastness of it all, to the point where I don't react as mark takes the box out my hand.
[3rd person pov]
"Hello, earth to Saiyan do you read me?" Mark begins to go thru the box, "what are these? Space monocles?"
Looking away from the viewport Deon replies "This Saiyan has a name."
"One he hasn't told me."
"…"
"…."
"Deon s- wait I can change my last name here can't I?"
"Deon? Okay. Why do you want to change your last name?"
"Fresh start? You know I can be anyone here might as well pick a name I like right?"
"Fair point?" Mark say not entirely convinced. "What was it before?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Come on, you can't keep secrets if you wanna build trust between us." Mark put on his saddest face "besides we both died Deon, are you saying you don't trust me."
"That's hella manipulative Mark," Deon responds with deadpan look. "You're not gonna trick me into telling you. Do you think I was born last night?"
"Technically you were born 20 mins ago."
"Enough. I'll figure out my name later. Don't toss that around." Deon says "those are scouters, try one on."
Mark shrugs and places one to his head, then immediately collapsing in pain. "What the f-" is all he can manage before the pain stops. "What the hell are those?"
"Wait! Don't brake them." Deon interrupts him before he can smash the scouter on the ground. "You probably just got the info on them download to you mind. Take a deep breath and think."
Calming down mark put the scouter back the his head, the information about how to use the device appears as if he's always know how. "Amazing." Mark says in awe of the tech available in the little eye piece. Communication, gps, climate breakdown, 'this little eyepiece is more than meets the- well eye'
"Argh!" Mark looks away from the screen to see Deon trying on the other scouter. "What's battle power?" He asks stifling a laugh.
"Where this stuff is from they use ki as a power source, like for physical fighting."
"Uh-huh."
"So usually these would scan your amount of ki and give you a number base on how much you had. Seeing as ki isn't the measure for power in this universe we get battle power. Higher usually meant stronger, usually."
"When would it not?"
"If the person with high ki was untrained they would register higher initially, someone with higher ki control could outlast them, or over power them with precision. It's not about how big your blade is, it's about how you use it."
"…Is that a dick joke?"
"Anyway!" Deon changing the topic "do you know what these are?"
"No but I bet you're gonna tell me." Mark says with a grin. "What they're magic beans that can cure all our diseases?"
"You're being sarcastic but that not far from the truth."
"What? " now it was Marks turn to be surprised. "You mean if I eat one it'll cure me of everything?"
"Not disease or poison, but any injury short of a "one tap" can be heal almost immediately."
"So you're saying we can't die?"
"No. This universe has multiple reality bending being that can and will fuck up you life if they get involved." Shook his head, letting Mark know to not get cocky"
"What can take out a Viltrumite on this earth? Devils? Gods?"
"Worse, and bald old lady, with near god level magic, a stone the controls time, an army of sorcerers, and beef with a dimensional dark magic… god? Devil? Who knows? certainly not me."
"So a bald old lady has you shook? I thought you were scared of, I don't know, something bigger."
"They have those, trust me they have those." Deon turns back towards the viewport "but imagine having you spectral form being shoved though the universe in seconds to awaken you to magic energy or some shit, and she does that to people she likes! Don't even want to think about what she does to her enemies."
"It really isn't pleasant."
"Did we really get snuck up on again?" Mark asks "is this the lady you were talking about?"
Deon turns like a rusted wheel, every fiber of his being telling him run away. To run as FAR away as possible, this is not a fight you can win. Leave mark, cut your loses, and survive. It takes every brain synapse of will to not run and look at the woman who now takes up space in the room.
"Hello Miss Ancient One" Deon says, sweat pouring down his back. "You wouldn't have happened to heard what we were just speaking about would you?"
"I believe he's just the ruler of the dark dimension, not a god or a devil."
"Fuck"