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Training ★ 4.5
Dragonball Ceno Trainer
You know that moment in a shonen arc where the villain just... wins? Completely. The hero is broken, not just beaten but hollowed out. That's the starting point here, and it's a specific flavor of domination that skips the fight and goes straight to the aftermath. Ceno, looking like she stepped right out of a cel from the Buu saga, isn't here to trade ki blasts. She's here to dismantle. The art has this rough, almost sketchy quality that feels more like a doujin scan than a polished game. It's not "bad", it's deliberately unpolished in a way that makes the whole thing feel a bit transgressive, like finding a folder you weren't supposed to see. The whole thing runs on a training loop, clicking through dialogue and watching the corruption meter tick up. It's basic, you've seen it in a hundred other trainers. But the writing, man. The dialogue isn't just "I am evil, obey me." Ceno uses that calm, condescending tone. Reminds me of those old fics where the character's pride is the actual target, not their body. There's a scene where she makes a comment about Saiyan pride being just another muscle to atrophy. That stuck with me. I spent way too long trying to find a dialogue tree to be defiant, but the game doesn't really let you. That's the point, I guess. What's weird is how it uses the DBZ setting. No power-ups, no screaming to break the mind control. The domination is psychological, using the lore's own logic against the character. It's like a deconstruction of the "getting stronger" trope, but instead of a zenkai boost, you get a submission boost. The whole thing is a single, focused corruption sequence. No side characters, no filler. Just Ceno and a methodical breakdown. The lack of any combat mechanic, in a DBZ parody of all things, is a choice that feels like a punchline you don't quite get until you're halfway through. Or maybe you never get it. It just is what it is. A static, hot, uncomfortable little scene.