Dragon Ball Revolution

Chapter 1 – Spars and Skills

A bang almost akin to a sonic boom rings out from the island Kame House rests on, waves being whipped away from the front-facing side of the house from the force of the spar going on alone. Gokou is throwing punch after punch at her brother, who ducks, dodges, and blocks every punch he can. A couple get through, but at the same time he slips in a few punches of his own.

"W-wow, sis, you're really getting fast!" It's even more impressive, considering both are wearing their own weighted underclothing, given to them by Kami some time back. Gokou simply snickers at Aikon's comment, ducking under one of his punches and slamming the underside of his jaw with an uppercut.

Aikon is lifted into the air ever so slightly, and Gokou capitalizes by throwing a punch for the dead-center of her brother's chest. Another bang rings out, as Aikon is sent flying back, his feet once more touching the ground and causing him to stagger back. Gokou's eyes widen in surprise, Aikon's hands held firmly over the area Gokou's punch was meant to connect with.

"Nice try..." Aikon pants, slowly exhaling. "...but I know that combo of yours by heart; uppercut, blow to the chest, flurry of kicks, then you finish it by hitting the solar plexus. What happens after that is thought up on the spot, right?" A pleasantly surprised look is on Gokou's face - she wasn't too predictable, but her brother had managed to hit the one constant in her style right on the money!

"Guess I gotta mix it up, then, huh?" Gokou cracks her neck, and Aikon does the same. They stare down each other for a moment, before launching off of the ground into a clash. Punches and kicks are exchanged, ending with Gokou backflipping and Aikon leaping back; both cup their hands at their sides, chanting the five-syllable attack they'd known for so long.

"Kamehameha!"

The two beams meet in the center, the ball of ki welling in the center finding itself pushed back and forth between the two. Due to having stuck to the defensive throughout the whole fight, Aikon manages to have just enough of an edge to launch the welling ball of ki towards Gokou.

'Not good!' Gokou feels the increasing pressure of the oncoming attack, and just barely leaps up and out of the way of the oncoming attack. The heat of the blue ball of energy is astonishing to Gokou, almost leaving her open for an attack.

Aikon leaps over the ball as well, lunging towards Gokou with a right hook; she lifts her arm, blocking it and pushing the fist back before attempting to throw a punch of her own in return. Aikon tenses, before the fist passes harmlessly through an afterimage. Gokou's eyes widen, the sensation of a foot on her back felt a moment later as she's sent crashing into the ground. She leaps up in a quick recovery, rotating in the air in time to see Aikon's foot dig harmlessly into the sand.

Aikon lunges in the next second, only to pass straight through his sister's own afterimage. Feeling her ki behind him, he ducks and tries to punch up into the leg of what he assumes to be Gokou, only to find that it's yet another afterimage! 'W-what!?' Of course, Gokou had always been known for her ingenious use of the Afterimage Technique, so Aikon at least anticipated some clever use of it.

What he didn't expect was for her to appear right in front of him, yelling and slamming her knee right into his cheek. He tumbles across the beach, stopping only when he hits the side of Kame House, no doubt shaking it ever so slightly in the process. Gokou tries to keep the pressure on, but Aikon thrusts one hand forward and fires off an energy wave.

"Gah-!" Gokou's eyes nearly bug out of her head at the sudden flow of ki, however she once again leaps above it. "That already failed once, why did you think it would work the second time-!" It seems that Aikon's plan did work, given that Gokou was caught by the energy blast hidden in the glare of the wave itself.

The explosion upon impact leaves Gokou being launched towards the water, recovering just as her back is about to make contact with the water. Aikon floats parallel above her, time slowing down as he prepares to finish the sparring match with a powerful b-

"The sparring match is over!" Roshi yells out firmly, causing Aikon to freeze in place - Gokou doesn't dare go against Roshi's wishes, either, the two beaten-up siblings flying over to the shore and landing. "The two of you need to stop before you kill each other; you treat every sparring match with each other like it's a fight to the death! Honestly, how have neither of you died yet with a sparring mentality like that."

Gokou scoffs lightly, irritated now that she realizes Roshi stopped their spar over something so trivial. "We were fine. We spar like this all the time, and have for years, like you said; that means we know our limits, and we know when too much is too much. We're always careful to tone it back with the others, but that's only because they don't spar with us daily!" The femme fighter releases an exasperated sigh, doing all she can to not glare at the old turtle hermit.

Roshi takes pause, taking into consideration the fact that Gokou brings up what is admittedly a good point; sparring with each other multiple times a week for quite a few years at this point means that the duo have a deep understanding of each other and their limits. It wouldn't be far-fetched to run with this assumption and claim that they understand each other enough to push a sparring match to what would otherwise be dangerous levels of intensity.

Nevertheless, the old master wants to showcase his own skills in a spar and make it a lesson somehow, so he doesn't yet back down from his point of view on things. "Even if that's true, I'd still like to show you just what a normal sparring match looks like." Gokou nods and Aikon simply shrugs, neither against the idea. After all, it wasn't often nowadays that either got to see Roshi actually train to any capacity.

'Maybe the old man will be so rusty that we take him out in a single punch.' Gokou thinks with a light snicker, confused as Roshi turns towards the house. "Krillin! Come out here, if you could!" Realization dawns that neither sibling will be fighting their master, but instead it will be Krillin. The bald monk makes his way outside, eyebrow raised.

"What's goin' on, Master Roshi?" Krillin asks, wearing his gi already due to the comfort of the outfit. Roshi looks over him in silence for a moment, before his mouth curls into a light grin.

"What's going on is that you and I will be sparring, if not for any reason but to demonstrate to these two that not every sparring match has to be a deathmatch!" Roshi casts his turtle shell aside, the shell landing quite lightly, oddly enough.

Krillin and Roshi take their stances across from each other, either fighter sizing the other up, with varying levels of certainty. Roshi is taking note of all the openings in Krillin's stance, taking not to correct the flaws after this sparring match. Krillin simply watches Roshi for any hint of movement, wanting to be first and foremost ready for the first strike - after all, the first strike can decide the entirety of the battle.

Roshi is the first to move, practically gliding over the sand in an impressively unexpected display of speed; an initial heavy punch is thrown, with Krillin using both hands to catch it. Unfortunately, this leaves him open to a second blow, which connects with his cheek.

Krillin recovers quickly, and soon finds Roshi's punches obscenely easy to dodge. Becoming complacent was his mistake though, as a sudden right hook from amid the jabs results in Krillin being thrown to the side. He flies above the water, spinning and recovering where his feet graze the surface, waves lapping at the soles of his boots.

"You're good, but I'm stronger!" Krillin wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth, rushing forward locking Roshi into a clash of punches. Krillin lets a punch hit him in the chest, feigning a stagger and falling back. Roshi lunges to capitalize on this, only to be met with a foot to the midsection. The old turtle hermit coughs up spittle, barely raising hand to defend from a followup roundhouse kick.

The kick is stopped with a resounding crash, wind whipping as Roshi and Krillin jump back. Roshi is panting softly, but he's far from done. Once more the two rush at each other, clashing in a double barrage of punches and kicks alike. Though they are evenly matched now, both master and student are slowly having their stamina worn down by the heavy punches and kicks. While this goes on, Krillin questions Roshi.

"Wow-! I didn't expect-!" He ducks a punch from Roshi, catching a fist with one hand and sweeping Roshi's feet from underneath him. "-such a good fight-!" He attempts a sledgehammer blow, only for Roshi to afterimage out of the way, appearing beside Krillin. "-from you-!" Krillin catches Roshi's punch, resulting in another crash and burst of wind.

Sweat drips down both sparring fighters' foreheads, either one just about ready to throw it in the towel. "Aikon and I never see you training, and you're basically always glued to that television of yours! How do you manage to keep up with the rest of us?" A sly grin appears on Roshi's face and he lets his fist fall.

"Well, why don't I show you?" Roshi walks over to his turtle shell, pulling it on. His energy takes a noticeable drop, and his feet sink into the sand ever so slightly. "It's this shell I always have on. You see, I can channel my energy throughout the shell and produce an artificial increase in gravity, like a more advanced version of the fancy weighted clothing you all wear nowadays. The advantage I have with my shell is that I can alter its weight dynamically, depending on the circumstance."

With a grin and a peace sign, Roshi heads to the door, hands being clasped behind his back. He pauses at the front door, glancing over his shoulder to look back at his three pupils. "Doing this all day takes a decent level of ki control, and has helped me to be able to dynamically allocate my ki to various aspects of my body. I can hit hard or I can move fast; some day I hope to take that blasted buffed-up form of mine and make it a more efficient form with these principles. Don't judge an old man by his looks." The old turtle hermit lets out a hearty laugh as he heads inside, closing the door behind him so that he can return to his shows.

"So that's how he managed to keep up with me, even when I could sense that his power was lower than mine!" Krillin grins, unable to be anything but impressed by Roshi's explanation. "Hey, Aikon, wanna do some light sparring with me? It might help me if I practice against stronger opponents, so maybe I can do the same things that Roshi does someday." Aikon grins in kind, glancing over at his siter.

"Sis, I'm gonna help out Krillin in his endeavor to be the student who surpasses the master; you can stick around if you want, but I doubt you'll want to, what with Roshi already back to perving out in the living room and all." Both siblings grimace just a bit at the images that are now in their head, and Goku shakes her head.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna head off for now. I think I've got somethin' that I need to go talk to Bulma about." Gokou turns to the shore, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Kinto-un!" Off in the distance, a yellowish speck can be seen; soon, the surface of the ocean is being cut by the wind around the approaching flying Nimbus cloud, which comes to a halt on the edge of the shore.

Gokou hops onto the puffy cloud, grinning. "Alright, Nimbus! Off to West City we go!" The femme fighter waves to Krillin and Aikon one last time, before the cloud takes off into the sky.


As the flying Nimbus cloud flies over Capsule Corp., Gokou leaps from it. "Thanks, Nimbus!" Various onlookers stare in surprise as the gi-clad, crazy-haired woman who just leaped from a flying cloud somehow manages to land gracefully from at least thirty meters high. Wiping off a little dust from her earlier spar with Aikon, Gokou heads inside Capsule Corp.

Maneuvering through the many winding halls that she knows so well, Gokou traverses the hallways until she arrives at a small flight of steps. 'Bingo!' Gokou walks down the steps, using her thumbprint and retinal scan to open the door to Bulma's lab. Upon entering, the bluenette is hunched over her desk, hard at work.

"Hey Bulm-AH!" Gokou crashes into a small cart upon entering, not paying attention to where she's going. The girl manages to catch it before it falls, but a couple pieces of tech fall to the floor. Bulma jumps, whirling around and throwing her wrench. It hits the side of Gokou's head, eliciting a yelp from the already-occupied girl.

"O-ouch! I'd have preferred getting an earful for that instead of a wrench to the side of the friggin' head, thanks!" Gokou glares with a pout, before giggling. Her laughter is infectious, earning a gentle laugh from Bulma as well. The latter gets up, going around the cart to give Gokou a tight hug.

"Heya, Son. What brings ya' to my lab?" Gokou pauses to remember what she was going to say, before her expression brightens and she begins. She explains Roshi's turtle shell and how the old man described the variable weight mechanism, certainly catching and piquing Bulma's interest with the concept. Furthermore, Gokou inquires if Bulma could somehow incorporate this into weighted clothing.

"I mean, with what you describe, it's not impossible by any means; it's actually fairly easy. However, it would probably be too fragile to handle anything more than a very light sparring match, and beyond that a single ki blast would do it in. If you want me to design something for you and the others to just wear around your homes and take walks in or something, I can do that. You just can't wear it during your normal spars or else you'll be down an expensive piece of clothing and up an angry scientist." While the answer isn't satisfactory, Gokou accepts it and continues.

"I mean, that totally works, but do you think there's anything else you can think of that'd work like the shell, that I could use durin' a sparring session?" At first, Bulma can't think of anything, but in true genius fashion she has a lightbulb moment. Sitting down at her desk, she already begins to jot down notes.

"Now, it's entirely theoretical, but I might be able to do something wit the antigravity engines that all Capsule Corp. hover vehicles use. Of course, the first step is to reverse their gravitational polarity, but beyond that there are some important steps I'd have to take in order to make sure it doesn't produce too much force, too little force, or no force at all." Gokou stares blankly, not exactly dumb but not exactly gifted in scientific matters either.

"So, can you do it or not?" Gokou asks, arms crossed and head tilted. Bulma nods from where she is, eyes glued on the notes she's writing down. "Yeah; I'll have your weighted clothing done by the end of the month, and I'll keep you updated on this other project you just got me interested in. See ya' soon!" Gokou smiles, heading back out of the lab and out of Capsule Corp.


Lying in bed with Chi-Chi that night, Gokou had some thoughts on her mind. 'I know that Aikon and I have pretty intense sparring matches, but is it really that bad...? Maybe it has something to do with our origins...' Aikon had been found when his pod crashed into the water outside of Roshi's, and the turtle hermit had gone out to investigate.

Roshi eventually put the pod in his attic, explaining to Aikon his odd origins down the line when the boy was older. Gokou had a similar origin, but Gohan had left the pod where it was to begin with, given that his priority had been to take care of Gokou upon discovering her.

Either way, this only further makes Gokou wonder, just where the hell did she and Aikon come from?

End Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Whoo-! Sorry that this took so long! What with exams I really had no time to work on this, and the times where I did I just had no motivation. Either way, let me give you guys a basic set of power levels to go by for this chapter. Note that all power levels will differ from canon in this.

Gokou

475

Aikon

450

Roshi

200

400 (Buff Form, -Speed)

Krillin

275