It's been 300 years after the events of Omega Shenron. The worlds greatest fighters lay buried in the ground, save for Vegeta and Goku, who demanded to be burned and have their ashes spread across the galaxy. Only two fighters remain. Piccolo, and Uub. Piccolo has grown old, but still relatively young by Namekian standards. Uub is alive, due to the fusion between himself and Majin Buu. Dende has died, due to the same virus that attacked Goku, all those years ago. The Saiyan's are extinct. But does anyone even need them? There has been undisturbed peace for 300 years, across their galaxy. Uub has taken it upon himself to continue the Goku's legacy, and train fighters to protect the Earth.

Uub stands on the lookout, not looking a day older then he did all those years ago, after merging with Majin Buu. A small distance away, Piccolo is meditating, his brow furrowed. Among the lookout, fighters are scattered, sparring, sweat drenched on all of their faces. Uub sighs. "What is the point, Piccolo?" he asks, his shoulders sagging slightly. Piccolo opens one interested eye.

"The point of what, Uub?" He rumbled, his voice deep. Uub swept a well muscled arm towards his students. "What's the point of training them? The universe is safe. Nothing will change." His voice sounded bitter.

"Uub, though you may be the Guardian of Earth, you still have a lot to learn," Piccolo said, coming back to his feet, smiling slightly. "The universe will always have problems. With, or without Goku. But now, you have a chance to change that. No matter how powerful Goku and us all were, there just wasn't enough of us. You have a chance to make more Z-Fighters then there ever was. Power doesn't amount to everything, Uub. But numbers, can surely win a fight, with the right amount of focus." Piccolo finished. Uub breathed in and glanced over to the fighters, a slight frown on his face.

"I…I wish they were here, Piccolo," Uub said, staring towards the sky. Piccolo placed a hand on his shoulder. "As do I, Uub. Without the return of Shenron, we can't revive them," Piccolo said. Uub glanced to one of his more promising fighters. A boy, little older then 14 named Sirius, dominating a battle, against another boy, around the same age. Sirius had a haughty, arrogant look on his face, as he easily knocked his opponent to the ground. The boy on the ground, gritted his teeth, and slammed his fists against the stone, causing cracks to appear.

"If you're that pathetic, you might as well just give up," Gotex taunted. The boy, growled, and leapt into the air, gathering his Ki, in his hands. Most of the fighters stopped to look up at him in wonder. Gotex just smirked, spreading his legs, and raising both hands to the boy, gathering his own energy. Gotex, bared his teeth, and started to growl as he powered up, a blue aura around his body. Small bits of stone rose up around him, as he poured his energy into his attack. The boy in the sky yelped and threw the Ki attack in his hands, towards Gotex. At the same time, Gotex sent his attack up to meet the boys.

"Gotex's attack will destroy that boy!" Piccolo yelled, suddenly disappearing. His reappeared in front of both blasts and sent them flying away from one another. He floated to the ground and dropped the remaining foot, in front of Sirius, a grim expression on his green face.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He demanded, while Gotex just smirked. "I was thinking about winning. No one here is even a challenge, compared to me," he boasted, looking around, challenging everyone. No one stepped forward, but everyone shot him a look of loathing. He grinned, crossing his arms. "Just as I thought!" He laughed. Piccolo's eyes widened, as if thinking of a great idea.

"Oh, so you want a challenge?" He demanded. Gotex smiled and cocked his head. "And what? Are you gonna give me one? This is pathetic old-timer, the fight would be over in less then a couple minutes!" Piccolo just smiles. "If you're so confident, then let's go, kid." Everyone on the Lookout spread out, giving the two ample room to fight. Uub stood with his arms crossed, a frown on his face. Piccolo stood, his full height, while Gotex just picked his ear with his pinky, yawning. Uub stepped forward. "When my Ki blast is sent into the air, the fight will commence!" He raised his hand to the sky, waiting. Gotex smirked, and Piccolo didn't move at all. Uub sends a small blast spiralling in the sky. As soon as it leaves his hand, Piccolo appears in front of Gotex, delivering a punch to his stomach. All Gotex can do is widen his eyes in surprise, before it's to late. He goes down, gagging.

"Well so far, I'm unimpressed. I trained a five-year old who was probably better then you!" Piccolo said, standing over Gotex. He snarled, and pushed off from the ground, sending his fist flying to Piccolo's face. He misses, punching thin air. He snarled again, spinning around looking for Piccolo. Suddenly he was sent to the ground, Piccolo having delivered an elbow to his skull. He gasped in pain, his fingers clawing at the ground. Piccolo towered over him.

"This is pathetic. I'm not even fighting at a fraction of a quarter of my strength." Piccolo said, before walking away.

"No!" Gotex snarled, starting to power up while lying down. He screamed, the ground all around him cracking. Piccolo paused and glance over, slightly curious. "You Won't humiliate me!" Gotex snarled, his hair suddenly flashing a furious shade of yellow, his eyes a deep turquoise blue. Piccolo took a step back, completely stunned.

"Impossible," He whispered. "Another Saiyan?"