Author's Note

For those who want to know what Betorotto looks like, this is my OC Saiyan for this. This link of Betorotto will show Tundricwolf original work, and my sprite work of Betoro. I’m hoping you all like Wolf’s artwork and my sprite.

Ch 4: Traveling through Air

An hour has passed since Betoro had undergone that mysterious transformation. As Polka Plum waited for her brother to conclude his conversation with an unidentified individual, she kept a watchful eye on their hard-earned gold bits, all the while gently massaging her face to alleviate the discomfort caused by the reptilian creature that had punched her.

Her attention shifted as Betoro wrapped up his discussion with a cat adorned in a striking red coat. The feline departed, leaving behind a portion of the bits that Betoro had given him. "Alright, Polka, let's make our way," Betoro said, signaling that it was time to depart.

"Where are we heading?" Polka inquired, trying to conceal her discomfort. However, Betoro noticed her unease, but he decided to address her question first.

"We are heading to the Everfree Forest. Normally, it would take us days to reach there on foot. However, with the help of a feline companion, we received a small airship to expedite our journey," Betoro explained.

Polka's spirits lifted upon hearing this. Not only were they finally leaving the confines of the city, but they also had the luxury of an airship to swiftly transport them to the Everfree Forest. This meant they could avoid the arduous days of travel on foot, carrying their heavy load of hard-earned gold.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the sky, Betoro expertly guided the airship while Polka, his sister, sat beside him. Their destination, the Everfree Forest, seemed closer than ever as the small vessel sped through the air, cutting down the travel time from days to just 18 hours. Exhausted from their long journey from home to Klugetown, the siblings could finally find some much-needed rest.

In the dim light of the early morning, Betoro stirred from his sleep, roused by the sound of his sister's gentle movements. He gradually opened his eyes to see Polka softly massaging her face.

Betoro could tell that Polka was clearly uncomfortable, and couldn't ignore it. When Beto stood up, Polka noticed and gingerly lowered her hoof away from her face. As Betorotto rose to his feet, he turned to his sister with concern in his eyes.

"Polka, are you alright?"

Polka winced, realizing her brother could see through her attempt to hide her discomfort. She didn't want to worry him, so she tried to deny it. "Um, no, it's nothing, really."

Betoro knelt down to meet Polka at eye level, his voice soft and filled with concern. "You don't have to keep your pain hidden. I can help you heal," he reassured her.

Polka, however, remained skeptical about her brother's ability to alleviate her pain. "I appreciate you trying to help, but I don't think anyone can simply make the pain disappear," she replied. "It would take a truly skilled unicorn to do that."

"Or perhaps a Saiyan with Ki abilities, like me," Betoro interjected, completing Polka's thought for her.

Before Polka could respond, doubt, or express her surprise at the idea that Beto's Ki could relieve her pain, Betoro extended his arm and opened his palm. With a focused look, Betoro channeled his ki energy to heal Polka Plum's entire body from head to hooves. Suddenly, Polka realized that the pain in her face had vanished as she gently touched her own face with her forelegs.

"Beto, your ki can really heal others?" Polka inquired, turning to her big brother. "Why didn't you use this power when I accidentally hurt myself multiple times all those years of living with you?"

"Don't worry. I only recently gained this ability to heal. It's a new power that allows me to treat certain injuries, although it might take me longer to heal near-fatal ones," Beto assured her.

Polka was curious. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Betoro explained, "My healing power isn't fast enough to instantly heal serious wounds. Once, a Bugbear scratched my chest so deeply that it took half an hour to heal the injury. Now, it's become a permanent scar." Betoro showed Polka the scar on his chest.

Polka was shocked by the size of the scar. It was quite large. "Whoa... that must have been incredibly painful," she exclaimed.

"Indeed it did," Betoro replied.

Polka felt a mix of sympathy and relief after learning that her brother was safe despite getting injured. She was grateful that Beto had used his healing powers to ease her pain. "Thank you for healing me, Beto. I was uncertain how long I would have to endure the pain in my face without your new healing abilities. I know you don't technically use magic, but your powers are truly remarkable," Polka expressed her gratitude.

"Yes, my healing powers are no longer new, but what I did back in Klugetown is something even more recent," Beto explained, his gaze fixed on the ground as he sat beside Polka.

Polka was taken aback by Betoro's statement. "What are you saying? Are you implying that this was the first instance when your hair turned yellow like that?" Polka inquired.

"Wait, my hair changed color while I was in that state? I always thought it was just my inner energy and ki that transformed," Betoro said, now questioning himself. He had been unaware that his physical appearance had altered while in that state.

"Yeah, your hair did turn yellow. Hold on a second. What do you mean by your ki and energy changing?" Polka asked, curious about what other transformations occurred when Betoro transitioned to a yellow state.

"Well, from my perspective, I felt my energy surge to levels higher than I had ever experienced before. My strength and ki were amplified as if I had shattered my own limitations for a brief moment. When my transformation ended, so did my heightened abilities," Betoro elaborated.

"It was like tapping into a reservoir of power that I never knew existed. Even though it's no longer manifest, I can still sense its presence within me. Did anything else transpire while I was in my yellow form?" Betoro inquired of Polka.

Polka recalled one significant occurrence during Beto's transformation. It was the surge of rage that propelled her brother to launch a fierce attack against the reptiles. "Yes, there was one more thing," she replied.

"What was it?" Betoro inquired, curious to know more about what occurred during his transformation.

"When that lizard punched me, you became furious. Your anger escalated into a rage that continued to mount until it seemed you were about to do something terrible," Polka explained, displaying genuine concern for Betoro, especially since he couldn't recall anything after his transformation ended.

Betoro could only manage to say, "Oh." He knew he was a skilled fighter, but he held a firm stance against taking a life. Fortunately, his sister intervened before he could act on his impulse. "Thank you for preventing me from killing that reptile, and I apologize if I frightened you."

"It's fine, it was just... unexpected. I've witnessed your anger before, but yesterday was unlike anything I've seen from you. It's not like you, Betoro, especially considering how kind-hearted you are," remarked Polka as she regarded her brother with concern.

"You're right. It seems that there's still much for me to discover about myself. I'll need to dedicate myself to further training to master that form," Betoro remarked.

"Wait, you're thinking of attempting to access that formidable form again? What if you lose control once more, or worse," Polka interjected, her voice tinged with deep anxiety. She couldn't bear the thought of her brother going through the same harrowing experience as in Klugetown.

"The loss of control occurred when I first tapped into that form. I wasn't prepared for it, but with diligent training, I believe I can gain command over it, Polka. Furthermore, I believe it could prove to be quite useful," Betoro explained.

Polka was still hesitant about the idea, but seeing her brother's determination to better himself reassured her about Beto's safety. "Well, okay. Even though I'm not entirely comfortable with this, I trust you, Beto."

Betoro's face lit up with a smile as he saw his sister's trust in him. "Great! It's still early, so why don't we catch some more sleep before morning comes?" he suggested to Polka.

Polka settled back onto her side of the deck and shut her eyes. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll see you in the morning, Beto," she said softly before drifting off to sleep.

Betoro lay sprawled on his side of the deck, his steady breaths signaling his deep slumber. As he drifted into the realm of dreams, his thoughts lingered on the uncertainties of the next day and what it might bring for him and his sister. The gentle sway of the airship and the hum of its engines formed a soothing backdrop as Betoro succumbed to slumber.

The passing hours melted into a hazy slumber, enveloping Betoro and Polka in a profound state of rest. A sudden jolt roused Betoro from his peaceful repose as the airship careened too close to a rain cloud, dousing him with an unexpected cascade of cold water. Shocked and shivering, he sprang upright, his startled voice echoing through the airship as he mistook the water for a prank from his sister.

"Hey! Don't spray the hose at me, Polka!" Betoro's indignant shout filled the air, rousing Polka from her own deep sleep as she jolted awake, caught off guard by her brother's sudden outburst.

"What hose?! We aren't even home! And why are you wet," exclaimed Polka, puzzled by Beto's condition.

Before Beto could utter a word, his eyes widened and he abruptly stood up. "Polka! Jump!" he urgently commanded.

Polka gazed at her brother in confusion as he leaped off the small airship. It wasn't until she followed his gaze and saw the four elongated heads looming before them that she understood. "OH!"

As they leaped, the airship collided with the towering heads, causing the flying craft to splinter and crash into the dark waters of Froggy Bottom Bog. Though shaken, they emerged from the wreckage unscathed, drenched in murky swamp water. Gasping for air, they both struggled to the surface.

While Betoro was dazed by the impact, Polka coughed and sputtered as she tried to expel the foul-tasting water from her mouth. "Ugh! That water was revolting!" Polka exclaimed before her brother swiftly covered her mouth and pulled her out of the water, hiding them from the view of the lurking monster.

"What is that creature?" Polka whispered in fear, staring at the massive four-headed monster in front of them.

"It's a Hydra," Betorotto explained solemnly. "A monstrous creature with multiple heads. I've encountered one of these beasts before... and some say that if you cut off one of its heads, two more will grow in its place, making the creature even more formidable."

Polka's heart skipped a beat as she absorbed that unsettling fact. She was relieved that the Hydra's attention was on them. But what was triggering the Hydra's intense stare?

"Who cares? RUN!" A voice pierced through the chaos, followed by the cacophony of terrified screams.

The siblings edged closer, careful to remain concealed from the Hydra's piercing gaze. As they peered from their hiding place, they spotted a trembling pink earth pony, frozen in fear. Their shock intensified as they witnessed the Hydra poised to make the pony its meal. Beto was on the brink of revealing their hiding spot, but then they heard a voice calling out to the distressed pony.

"Pinkie! Come on!" The sound of urgent shouts filled the air as another mare desperately called out to someone named Pinkie. Despite their efforts, they couldn't locate the elusive pony. Suddenly, a lavender Unicorn appeared in the line of sight of Betoro and Polka Plum. With impeccable timing, the unicorn bit onto Pinkie's tail and swiftly galloped away from the menacing Hydra just as one of its heads lunged down in an attempt to capture the unsuspecting Pinkie.

Watching the unicorn valiantly rescue Pinkie filled Polka with relief, while Betoro stood in awe of the unicorn's bravery and appearance. He was captivated by her courage, beauty, and poise. At that moment, all he could utter in astonishment was, "Who is that mare?"