Hello all, the artist formally known as KimikoSempai here and after much thought and consideration I have decided to rewrite my earlier chapters of Dragonball Revolution. It started out as a small thing a little OC action with Piccolo but it evolved over a short period of time into a full blown series. I honestly didn't expect that at first but I ran with it. However now I feel my writing skills have tremendously improved since I first started writing this, and I think it's time to bring it more up to date with my talent for writing now.
So now as Trunks lvs Pan I am going to go back through and revamp these earlier chapter so they can be more fluid and all out more enjoyable to read. I hope that every one that reviewed them before now appreciates it and hopefully once I get this done I can continue the story as planned. It was just nagging me that these earlier chapters are so lacking in depth and plot and for me to continue from my last stopping point would be a total 360 from the beginning of the story. So now without further ado I present to you my rewrite of Dragonball Revolution. Please enjoy and rate.
(DB, DBZ, or DBGT are not owned at all by me. I am a big fan of all of these and I write this is a tribute to that fandom. If you really want to get the full story of Goku and his adventures take a look at the original. I can only ever hope that I could come up with something as awesome as Akira Torayama did.)
Chapter 1:
The 28'th World Martial Arts Tournament
He couldn't have been prouder as he watched his son, and granddaughter change into their fighting Gi's for the tournament. The pair smiling and talking to one
another as they stretched and moved in the newly maid outfits. Chi Chi had worked for months to sure everyone looked their best, Goku smiled never in his life
had he felt so complete or at peace. It was nice to feel like they didn't have to worry about, Frieza, Cell, or any one like them for that matter. New life always
seemed to bring things like that into perspective for Goku. He loved his children so very much and now that Gohan was married with two kids of his own, he felt
like life couldn't get any better. Well at least until lunch time…
"Gramps look! Mine looks just like yours!" said Pan doing a little spin in front of him.
Goku smiled Pan was his little ray of sunshine, he had only sons so when the little quarter Saiyan girl was born it was kind of a shock. No one was really sure
how she would be, granted Vegeta had a daughter but she tended to take after Bulma more so than her father. So a year later when Pan came around they all
hoped for the best. She turned out however to be quite strong and just as interested in fighting and training as her father, uncle and grandfather were. Maybe
it was because Pan got a double dose of the fighting bug, her mother being Videl, Hercules daughter and once a fighter herself. Or maybe it was just the fact
that she was surrounded by so many strong people but either way Pan showed promise early on, and now she was old enough to be in the tournament. This
was a big deal for the little five year old. She had been going on for months about it and her excitement was now at its peak as she stood before her family in
her brand new fighting Gi.
Pan was indeed right her Gi matched Goku's exactly as requested by the little girl to her grandmother who made it. Chi Chi smiled with pride for her work, she
had become pretty good at making those things over the years and with a house full of Saiyans new ones were always needed.
"What would you all do without me" Chi Chi said with a smile.
Goku couldn't help but smile and laugh as everyone in the room laughed. His Chi Chi, they had been so young when they first met… but now he couldn't see
himself without her. He wrapped his arms around her picking up off the floor slightly and kissed her. Chi Chi blushed like she always did whenever Goku was
affectionate in front of the family.
"You did a wonderful job Chi Chi, we're all gonna look great at the tournament" he smiled and set her back down.
"Well I hope you all do well, I kind of feel like I'm gonna be missing out a little but, we'll watch on TV. Wont we Miso?" she turned and looked down at the little
baby sitting on a blanket in the middle of the living room floor.
Dark hair, dark eyes, a look familiar in the Son family and less than year ago Gohan and Videl had welcomed their second child into the world. Miso resembled
his father very much at that age and everyone doted on the new member of the family. Especially Pan, the little girl had been so excited to finally have a sibling
after being the only child for so long… well it seemed like a long time to her. But fore Videl and Gohan… Pan was growing up faster than the wanted sometimes.
The little girl knelt down and hugged her little brother who smiled and babbled at his sister.
"Next tournament you can fight Miso" said Pan with a huge grin.
Everyone once again couldn't help but laugh.
"Panny I'm afraid even then Miso's still going to be a little too young for the tournament" said Gohan.
Pan frowned a little.
"Aww… why not?" she put her hands on her hips that was very reminiscent of her grandmother.
"Well sweetie he'll miss the age limit by a year and few months I'm afraid. It just so happened that your birthday came in time for you to fight this year. But Miso will have to wait till the one after that" Gohan knelt down and ruffled his daughters hair the kissed his son on the forehead. "That will just give you more time to train with Miso, Panny. Don't worry; he won't miss out on the fun… I promise".
The little girl seemed satisfied with the explanation and backed off on the subject. Gohan stood back up and tightened the sash around his waist.
"Well, I think it's about time we all start heading to the tourney" said Goku with a smile.
Chi Chi turned to Videl pulled a capsule out of her pocket and handed it to her.
"Here Videl it's packed full for everyone's lunch at the tournament. They'll get hungry" she placed the refrigerated food capsule into Videl's palm.
Videl nodded and put the capsule in her purse.
"Hopefully this will prevent large bills at the restaurant this year" Videl laughed and so did Chi Chi.
They had packed this food every year now for the past few years and it seemed that still there was never enough for the hungry group of Saiyans.
"Mom Goten said this morning he would be back later to help you take care of Miso. Let's just hope he doesn't get too tied up on his date" said Gohan.
Chi Chi shook her head.
"I'm not holding my breath he spends more and more time with those girls all the time. Nothing but a bunch of floozies if you ask me, once one of them gets in the way of my babies studies I'm gonna have to cream some of them" Chi Chi clenched her fists a stress mark forming on her forehead.
Gohan rubbed the back of his head nervously If his mother was anything she was protective over her family she had been that way when she first met Videl;
but over time she warmed up to his future wife.
"Cooomee on Chi Chi we need to goooo" wined Goku like a little kid waiting to go get a new toy or a treat.
Goku soon started grabbing family member's hands and arms linking them all together.
"Well Chi Chi…. See you later" Goku smiled his very familiar smile and put to fingers up to his forehead.
In a flash of movement the whole group disappeared from the family room. Chi Chi sighed.
"Well Miso it's just you and Grandma now. What do you want to do?" she asked her grandson.
Miso looked up at Chi Chi and blinked, he glanced around the room and noticed the once full room was now practically empty except for him and his
grandmother, and worst of all at least in his mind… no Pan. Tears started to well up in his eyes and little hiccup and sniffle started in his chest, and then the
little quarter Saiyan boy started to cry.
"Mama… Dada….. Paaaaaanyyyyyy!" tears erupting everywhere around him.
Chi Chi scrambled to try to find something, toys, books, a bottle and still the baby cried.
"This is going to be a loooooong day" Chi Chi sighed.
There was a flash as Goku and the rest of the family materialized at the tournament gates.
"Yaaaaa! We're here!" cheered Pan as she started running around the family her little arms out sticking out to their sides as she ran.
"It's about time you showed up" came a gruff voice from the wall to the left of them.
Pan stopped along with everyone else recognizing the voice.
"Mr. Piccolo!" she cheered and ran over to the Namekian who gave a weak smirk at the little girl.
The name that had once grated on his last nerve, brought back found memories now. Something he would have never dreamed of so many years ago. Now
that he had come to think fondly of the people he once despised and strove to destroy. Gohan had been a big part of that, Piccolo had never had a reason to
have a child of his own and frankly he really didn't want to. But through his connection with Goku's son and having trained the boy at a very young age, he had
come to think of Gohan and his family as his own. However he would never admit this to anyone…
The little girl jumped up and down as in front of him.
"Look Mr. Piccolo grandma made me a Gi just like Gramps" said Pan showing off the new outfit.
Piccolo nodded as Gohan walked up behind her.
"It's great to see you Piccolo… You plan on entering the tournament too I assume?" Gohan asked with a smile.
"Oh there's no way Piccolo's gonna miss out on a tournament" said Goku who had turned to look at the Namekian as well.
Even though he and Piccolo had once been enemies he thought of him as a dear friend now. So many times Goku had been grateful to his former nemesis; if it
had not been for Piccolo things would have played out very differently over the years.
"Oh no… and there's no way I would miss out on this either…. Kakarott" said another voice coming up behind them.
Everyone turned back the other direction to face Vegeta and his family who were walking up to the gates as well. Bulma waved and smiled her other hand
being clutched by Bra their youngest child and with a nod and a slight salute with his had their older son Trunks was bringing up the rear.
Goku smiled at Bulma his longtime friend and Vegeta someone who like Piccolo had once been an enemy and threat to the universe and Earth. But now Vegeta
was a trusted ally and even though he would hear nothing of it Goku thought of him as a friend as well.
"Wow, the whole gangs almost here" said Goku.
Trunks looked around the group of Son's.
"Hey, guys where's Goten he said he was going to be in it this year?" asked Trunks with an almost disappointed look on his face.
Gohan shrugged his shoulders "Yeah he had talked about it but he never got into the training like he should have… So he backed out at the last minute, he
supposed to be watching on TV and helping my mother take care of Miso… but I don't know since he went out with some girl this morning"
Trunks sighed he had been looking forward to going up against his best friend at some point during the tournament and now he had been ditched over some
stupid date. It had been becoming more and more frequent for Goten to shirk his training and other things in order to go on a date or meet a girl. Trunks
however didn't have as much freedom when it came to training or anything else for that matter. His father insisted that he train frequently and vigorously. And
his mother wasn't much better; she had been training him for the past couple of years to take over for her at Capsule Corp once he was old enough. College
was going to start soon but even then things were being set in motion for him to become CEO once he was done at Orang Star University. Sometimes he was
frustrated with it all and just wanted to do his own thing, but Trunks didn't want to disappoint either one of his parents so he went along with their wishes.
Everyone started moving into the arena they knew that things were going to start very soon. Piccolo followed next to Gohan and Pan as the other mingled
among each other. Videl and Bulma chit chatting over this and that, mostly the girls, Vegeta silently moved alongside Goku who was walking with a smile on his
face and his hands finger linked up behind the back of his head.
"Hey Piccolo do you think we actually might get through the tournament this year?" Gohan asked his former mentor and sensei.
"I hope so… I'm getting so tired of never being able to finish because of some stupid disaster, or crazed villain attacking the planet." He replied.
There was a slight chuckle that escaped Goku "Hey but Piccolo, you were one of those crazy villains once remember and so was Vegeta".
Vegeta glared at Goku his jaw tensing slightly as if he wanted to say something but held his tongue.
Piccolo sighed, "Yes I know Goku thanks, I totally forgot" he said oozing with sarcasm.
It was then Piccolo stopped in his tracks all of a sudden. Gohan stopped as well other people passing around them.
"Piccolo what's wrong? " he asked looking around to see if maybe Piccolo's concern that an enemy might interrupt the tourney had come to fruition and they
were about to be ambushed.
I don't know I just have this weird feeling like I'm being watched", Piccolo replied.
He looked around suspiciously contemplating whether he should start checking power levels then get to knocking so heads around. But other than the odd
feeling like someone as looking right at him there wasn't anything he could see, hear, or sense. He shook his head and moved Gohan along not wanting to
concern the others too much with his paranoia.
What Piccolo had failed to notice was a hooded figure peering around the corner at him.
"Phew, he didn't see me" she said to herself as she sighed and leaned back against the wall she was hiding behind.
"Thank goodness that would have totally blown my cover", she thought as she peered around the corner of the building again.
She gave gentle smile, after all these years of observing him from afar she had never gotten that close. But looking at him now surrounded by all his friends
she knew that she didn't have to worry about him like she did in the past. Her duty to the Earth wasn't needed anymore… this however was bitter sweet it
was so hard to be alone and have something as precious as companionship just out of reach. When they got far enough ahead she adjusted the heard wrap
over her mouth and moved along with the rest of the crowd trying not to draw too much attention to herself.
The announcer looked at himself in the mirror one last time before going out to the center of the ring. Another four years had passed and it was once again
time for him use his pipes to draw everyone into the excitement of the World Martial Arts Tournament. It seemed like at each event he was washing more and
more forehead perhaps in the next four years he should think about getting a toupee or maybe hair plugs. Well at least he had another four years to think
about it before he went completely bald. He cleared his throat as music and fan fair started to play.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeellcome everyone to the 28'th annual World… Martial Arts… Toooouranameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeent!" the announcer belted out into the
microphone his voice reverberating around the arena as cheers erupted from the stands.
He gave a big smile as the sunlight gleamed in his dark sunglasses, this was his time to shine, and the biggest day in his life that came around only once every
four years…. Sometime less depending on what happened the year before, in the past there have been times when they had skipped a year or two. Especially
when some disaster was wrought upon the Earth, just like the whole thing with Cell and him stealing the thunder with his own "Cell Games". If it had not been
for Hercule the entire planet would have been in jeopardy. Speaking of Hercule the announcer thought to himself.
"And now for our most famous martial artist, you all know him. You all love him, the one, the only, The World Champ Herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcule!"
once again his voice was powerful and brought the fans to their feet cheering.
A loud obnoxious gravelly voice, came from the locker rooms as Hercule came shaking his fist and giving up the victory sign to all the people in the stands.
Women fainted, men got to their feet and posed along with Hercule as he made his way to the center ring.
"Hercule, Hercule, Hercule!" the fans cheered.
Vegeta snarled as the mayhem from the stands the center ring went on. Why did the humans have to make such a spectacle of things, it was one of things he
would never understand about the human race and would grate on his nerves severely. How they could believe that such a weakling as Hercule saved the
planet is beyond him.
Two small men in robes directed all of the fighters into lines to get everyone sorted and with whom they were going to fight and to of course get base power
levels from everyone. Everyone getting in line one behind the other, in front of the large meters. The men recognized Vegeta as he came up in line, the
swallowed hard knowing what he had done to the meters the last time they had seen him at the tournament.
Vegeta gave a smirked at him after each person in front of him went up and hit the meter. One insignificant power level after the other, until finally it came to
Vegeta.
"Please Kami… let them hold this time" said one of the men as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. His partner just cowered in fear behind him.
The last time all Vegeta had done was land a good punch into the meters and totally demolished them. They had to forgo everyone else's power levels just
because they didn't have a way to rate everyone. What a disaster that whole tournament turned out to be. Vegeta walked casually up to the meter still
smirking deviously. He drew back his fist preparing to hit the meter.
"Ohhh nooo here it goes" the two men clung to each other.
Suddenly Vegeta let out a yell.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed as his fist hurtled towards the defenseless meter.
The two men flinched and buried their face into each other's shoulders, expecting to hear the crash of twisted metal, yet the only thing they heard was the
beeping of the meter and they opened they eyes. Vegeta burst out into laughter as they looked up to see that he had not punched the meter, in fact he had
barely hit it at all. The only thing touching the bag on the meter was Vegeta's index finger, and then men sighed with relief as Vegeta made his way into the
line to pick his first opponent. His laughter echoing as he walked along getting in line behind Goku, Piccolo and the others.
Piccolo scoffed at Vegeta's behavior, yet even only using his finger Vegeta had managed a very high power level. Not that this surprised Piccolo, the former
"Prince" had always been a formidable opponent.
"I wonder who that is?" Gohan pointed at woman curiously dressed.
She was covered from head to toe in white and purple robes, this caught Piccolo's attention immediately because it reminded him of his own fighting gear. The
only thing that could be seen that gave up any clues as to what she looked like was her eyes which were brilliant blue green color. He watched the woman as
she walked up to the meter. Piccolo noted that she had a grace about her that gave her an air of confidence. Now there had been women in the tournament in
the past but there was something about this woman that made his heart rate jump and gave him a feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.
The woman took a deep breath and the let it out; she drew her fist back and hit the meter. 29,000,000, the display read.
"Wow! That's quite impressive Miss Viola" said one of the assistants.
She didn't say a word she just nodded and made her way to the second line along with everyone else.
Krillen, 18, their teenage daughter Marron, Bulma, Master Roshi, and Videl all sat in the stands closest to where the qualifying was taking place. Krillen had
decided a long time ago that Goku and the other's had passed him up in the power level department and that it was best if he just stayed on the side lines
and watched nowadays. His eyes widened a bit as he read the level that came up on the display.
"Geez, she's almost as powerful as Eighteen" he said.
Upon hearing this, his wife and the other's looked to look at the meter as well.
Eighteen shrugged her shoulders, "I could beat that" she said nonchalantly, Krillen just nodded in agreement.
Piccolo raised an eyebrow carefully eyeing the woman that now stood at the end of the line behind them.
The woman who looked to be purposefully looking in the opposite direction turned and looked at him for a few seconds the turned away again. The only thing
Piccolo could think of was those eyes and how they seemed familiar to him. But how was that possible he had never seen anyone like this woman in his life.
But the power level that this woman was able to get, told Piccolo that she wasn't exactly human.
"Well that definitely got his attention" Viola thought to herself.
Piccolo turned back to Gohan and Pan trying to forget about the odd woman. But after a moment or two he couldn't keep quiet about it any longer he leaned
over and whispered into Gohan's ear.
"There's something odd about that woman ", he said "We need to keep an eye on her I have a strange feeling about her".
Gohan gave him a concerned look and the turned back to look at the woman again.
"Are you sure, yeah she's got a high power level but that doesn't mean she gonna cause trouble?" Gohan sounded puzzled by Piccolo's concern.
He had noticed that allot lately about Piccolo it seemed like he was more paranoid then usual and really on edge.
"I don't know" Piccolo said "We've thought that in the past and then there's a disaster I don't want to take a chance".
Gohan smiled and nodded then patted Piccolo on the shoulder. "Come on Piccolo relax a little bit, if something happens we're all here and we can work
together to take care of it like we always do."
Vegeta was growing more and more impatient by the minute, honestly what could be taking so long there we less opponents than any other year. But these
lines were just about to drive Vegeta up the wall, especially since he was stuck standing behind Kakarott who was humming like a buffoon and rocking back
and forth on his feet.
"Arrrrrrgh! I get so tired of waiting in these damn lines!" he finally blurted out; "You'd think that they'd come up with a faster way of doing this!" he
clenched his fist a stress mark staring to form on his forehead again.
Goku who had just been trying to imagine what sorts of goodies Chi Chi had put into the food capsule came to back to Earth when he heard Vegeta growl.
"Aww... come on Vegeta this just makes it even more fun, I'm just so excited!" Goku Vegeta a friendly slap on the back.
Vegeta's eye twitched from this… he didn't consider himself anybody's friend…. Well except maybe Bulma but definitely not that idiot Kakarott. And here that
clown was trying to act as though they were good friends. No they were mortal enemies always wrought together in a battle of supremacy. He the prince and
heir to the Saiyan race and Kakarott the low life son of a grunt Saiyan that had surpassed him time and time again. But not this time… oh no Kakarott was not
going to get away so easy this time, he would show the true power of The Prince of All Saiyans.
"So Kakarott you're excited about getting your ass kicked by me? Wonderful why don't we just skip all this idle chit chat and fight here and now!" he did his best to try to stand in Goku's face.
Unfortunately the height difference between the two Saiyans made that almost impossible. Goku scratched his head Vegeta was always so uptight about
everything. Here they were about to have a blast and he wanted skip all the fun.
"But I wanna fight everybody else first that way I'll be good and warmed up Vegeta", Goku smiled as Vegeta growled again.
For once the idiot Kakarott was right, but just because he had to go easy on all these other weaklings doesn't mean he was going to go easy on him.
"Fine Kakarott! Go ahead and then we will see who the strongest Saiyan is", Vegeta says smugly as he crossed his arms on his chest.
Bulma sighed as she heard her husband; Krillen just shook his head even after everything Vegeta was still as headstrong and prideful as ever.
"Come on guys" he said quietly, "Aren't you guys getting a little old for this?" he sighed.
Bulma sat there for a moment after that phrase, trying to stay quiet but then a snicker began to escape her mouth. It was highly contagious cause then Krillen
eventually everyone that knew Vegeta and Goku burst out into fits of laughter. Just the very thought of Vegeta and Goku not competing with each other was
hilarious to them all.
Viola watched the group from her spot in the line. This was something she had observed of Piccolo and the others over the years. That despite everything once
you became their friend you were one of them till the end and they would do anything in their power to support one another… even if it meant giving up their
lives for their friends and family.
"It must be nice to have so many friends", she quietly murmured to herself.
