Yes, before you ask, this is my attempt at a sequel to the Dragonball: Evolution movie, as this is what I would do if I were writing the film. And yes, I know that tons of people hated the film, but I didn't mind it. I saw it in a different universe from DBZ. Sure, the movie wasn't all that great, could have been better, but I liked it. I hope that they do a sequel and this is what I think they should do for it. Also, I'm writing this for a friend of mine who's interested in reading it

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Saiyans.

One of the most powerful races in the universe, born and bred for combat, living for nothing more than the thrill of a fight. Always seeking to improve their powers and conquer other races, the Saiyans grew to become one of the mightiest and most feared races. For centuries, they have always felt that desire to fight, that lust for blood and the satisfaction that always came afterwards.

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"Goku! Where are you?"

Chi-chi Son stood outside her home, searching the fields for any sign of her husband. When there was no sign of him, she harrumphed and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for his spiky-haired self to finally make an appearance. Meanwhile, across the small creek and up in the hills above, the young warrior was nearly before a grave upon which rested seven stones. He stared mournfully at the headstone before him, before lowering his head, as a rustling drew his attention. He looked over, seeing a boy of about four years old clutching a small bunch of bush flowers. The young child was wearing a white T-shirt, green pants, a pair of black booties and a red Chinese hat. And sitting upon the hat was a small orange ball, about the size of a nectarine and adorned with four red stars: the four star Dragonball. The child toddled over to Goku and placed the flowers upon the grave, before kneeling beside his father and bowing his head respectfully.

"Happy birthday, Grandfather," the boy said.

Goku nodded in agreement, before ruffling the boy's long spiky black hair, before rising up on his feet, as the boy did the same.

"Come on, Gohan, I think your mother is calling us."

"Sure."

Goku smiled as he picked his son up, then with a small jump, he was in the air, gently flying his way towards his home, as Gohan laughed, enjoying the flight. He always loved flying with his father and couldn't wait for the day when he could do the same. The flight ended quickly when Goku touched down before his young wife.

"Hi, honey."

"I've been waiting for twenty minutes," Chi-chi said, "You're late!"

"I know, I know," Goku said, setting his son down and heading inside.

He grabbed his black leather jacket and slipped it over his grey T-shirt, as Chi-chi zipped up a yellow hooded jacket on Gohan, pulling his hair out from the hood, then kissed him on the forehead, before turning to her husband.

"And please, Goku, be safe alright? Don't drop Gohan."

"We'll be fine. Right, Gohan?"

"Sure," the young boy chirped.

"Have fun," Chi-chi said, watching as Goku picked Gohan up and took off into the sky, flying away into the distance until they had disappeared from sight.

With a small sigh, Chi-chi then headed back inside.

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"HA!"

CRASH!

The tree toppled to the ground, as the Namekian warrior Piccolo stood there panting, before regaining his breath and clenching his fists. It had been six years since he was defeated by Goku and ever since recovering from the fight, he had spent his days training in preparation for the day when he would be able to kill his opponent. After that, there would be no one left to stop him from gathering the Dragonballs and finally having his revenge on the planet. Growling in annoyance at the mere thought of Goku, the Namekian glanced down at his clenched fist, the dark green colour of his skin standing out against his black armour. Upon being nursed back to health, his skin had become darker until it was the original colour he had before getting imprisoned. Memories flashed through his mind from over two thousand years ago when he had been imprisoned in the urn and he remembered the feeling of freedom when the assassin Mai had finally released him.

"Don't you worry, Goku, I'll have my revenge on you."

Just as he prepared to continue his training, something in the air caught his attention and he looked up, seeing a fireball come hurtling through the sky, crash landing with a huge explosion some distance away. After protecting himself from the shockwave of debris, Piccolo floated into the air, before flying in the direction of the crash site, seeing a large crater in the ground. And that wasn't the only thing there. A round pod resided in the bottom of the crater, looking big enough to hold a single person. Piccolo watched curiously as the hatch slowly opened, letting loose jets of steam and he gasped in horror, staggering back as the hatch fully opened and someone stepped out. He was tall, about the same height as Piccolo and looked very much human, with long messy black hair reaching down to the middle of his back and cold, calculating brown eyes. He was also muscular and was wearing tight black spandex that covered him from the neck to the thigh. Laced material covered his arms and legs, along with the armoured gauntlets and greaves, a thick armour covering his chest. And a small machine resided over his left eye, green in colour as it beeped and the man looked up at Piccolo. With a sinister grin, the man floated up out of the crater and landed before the Namekian warrior.

"Who the hell are you?" Piccolo demanded.

"Why, Namekian, I am Raditz and I'm here looking for Kakarot. Do you know where he is? Think you could tell me? It is quite important I find him."

"You're a Saiyan, aren't you?"

"And you're dead if you don't tell me where Kakarot is."

Raditz raised his hand towards Piccolo, as an orb of red energy formed in his hand and he grinned, but then, the machine over his eye beeped and he looked away.

"Lucky you. It seems he's already been located. You get to live for another day."

Lowering his hand, Raditz then shot off into the air, disappearing from sight, as Piccolo let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding.

"I almost feel sorry for this Kakarot guy. This Raditz person is far more powerful than anything I could ever hope to be."

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Paozu City.

"Here he comes," Bulma said.

She had a hand over her eyes from the glare of the sun, as Goku touched down before the house, setting his son down and smiling at his friends. Bulma and Yamcha were there, along with two new friends: Krillin and Tien Shinhan. Both were bald monk warriors, but from different clans, however, both had fought and befriended Goku at a martial arts tournament a few years ago. The former was a short boy about the same age as Goku and was wearing a red T-shirt over a pair of beige pants, while the latter, a tall man who was older than the others, was wearing a white T-shirt and green pants with black and gold boots and green armbands. After befriending Goku, Krillen and Tien met with Master Roshi, who taught them how to fly and use ki attacks, which was something that Tien already had some knowledge in. And after a lot of persuasion from Bulma, Yamcha had even taken up training under the old master, who was currently staring at the young woman's buttocks, until she drew a gun and waved it threateningly.

"Hey, Goku and little Gohan," Krillin cried, "Glad you could make it."

"Hey guys," Goku cried, before looking down at his shy son, "Ah, it's okay, Gohan. You've met these guys before. They're friends of Daddy's."

"Wow, still can't believe you're a dad," Bulma said with a small shake of her head, before kneeling before the boy, "Hi, Gohan, it's me, Bulma, remember?"

Slowly, Gohan crept out from behind his father's leg and stared at the woman.

"You're pretty."

"That's sweet. I bet you guys are so proud of him. Where is Chi-chi anyway?"

"Oh, she's at home still," Goku replied, "I think she'll arrive later. She had things to do."

"So, Goku, how's your training?" Master Roshi asked, "Still keeping up on top of it?"

"I sure hope so," came a new, sinister voice, "Because I'll be needing his services."

Everyone turned around to see the Saiyan warrior standing there, as he smirked at Goku.

"Hello, Kakarot."

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