"Blood on My Hands"
Disclaimer
I do not own Dragon Ball. Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT or any spin-off products. They are all owned by FUNimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV, Bird Studios, and last but certainly not least, the fantastic author himself, Akira Toriyama. I own nothing but my Original Characters.
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Uub Saga: Part I
Age 778 - Five years after the Majin Buu conflict
Goten dashed forward, intent on smashing a heavy right hook through his best friend's defences. Life without his father was getting easier; Trunks had been a big help. Training had become a somewhat common thing between them.
Now 12 years old, Goten outgrew his father's hairstyle; his new style was now far shaggier than before. Trunks' however, stayed relatively the same.
The lavender-haired boy shifted his weight to the left, jumped back and countered with a kick to the solar plexus as he leaped forward that sent Goten hurtling backward end-over-end.
In an instant, the second son of Goku stuck his hand out, his palm making contact with the ground, allowing him to once again regain footing.
The boys flew toward eachother at a blinding speed, Trunks taking the offensive. THUMM! A roundhouse kick met with Goten's left forearm. The orange gi-donning fighter reached his right hand behind his friend's head, placing it on the meat of his neck.
With a strong pull inward, Goten shoved his knee into Trunks gut, slowing himself down just a moment before impact in order to minimize damage. They were only sparring afterall.
"Ow," the boy winced. "Wow, Goten. I didn't even see that one coming!" he said, grinning despite the slight pain he was in. He was truly surprised. Sparring like this reminded him of their last real match during the Budokai. Although he emerged the victor, this time around, Goten actually made him struggle even more. 'He's just so...determined. Goku's death has really changed him a lot...'
"Thanks, Trunks! I wonder how stronger we are n-" before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a punch to the chin.
Goten chuckled. "Hey, no fair, ha ha!" he yelled playfully.
The only son of Vegeta rushed back toward Goten.
A slow, gentle morning breeze made its way through West City. Regular joggers had already arisen and began their daily routine. Today was a day unlike any other. A day in which history would be changed forever: the day of Vegeta and Bulma's wedding.
Ever since those fateful days four years ago, the proud Saiyan Prince had found new senses of pride: pride in his family, and, of course, pride in his formal-rival-turned-friend, Kakarott. Realizing that Bulma and his son were more to him than merely just company, the reformed Saiyan—after much pestering—finally agreed to marry her...on the condition that she would bear him another child after hearing the recent news of Kakarott's first son.
Inside the Capsule Corporation found Bulma sleeping alone. Hours earlier, Vegeta had awoken, put on his signature battle armour then promptly went down to the gravity chamber to start his morning routine.
Starting his warmup in 300 times regular Earth's gravity, he threw numerous punches into the air, followed by about a dozen kicks right after in complex combos, each time making sure they were all in perfect sinc.
Back in the mountains, Goten and Trunks continued to spar; a flurry of punches and kicks from each fighter making contact had produced mild shockwaves throughout the landscape.
SLAMM! Trunks quickly snuck behind Goten, landing a double hammer fist on the orange gi-donning fighter's spine, sending him plummeting toward the ground.
TOC! The son of Goku righted himself before lightly landing on the ground. 'He won't expect an energy attack...' thought the boy as he coupled his hands to his side, charging an azure sphere between them. "Kamehameha!" as he extended out his arms, the energy wave followed suit, heading straight toward his best friend.
As the beam got closer, the lavender-haired boy brought his arms back to both sides of his torso, instantly charging his Ki. "Double Buster!" he thrusted his arms forward, firing a golden energy wave to intercept the Kamehameha.
BAM! The beams met. For a few seconds, Trunks seemed to have the upper hand until Goten's Kamehameha overcame the golden light with enough force to send the son of Vegeta toward a mountain.
Trunks quickly righted himself, changing course and flying back to meet his friend.
"Geez, Goten! You coulda killed me!"
"S-Sorry Trunks!" Goten quickly apologized. "I guess I'm a little stronger than I thought!... Eh?" he froze, his Ki sense picking up something completely unfamiliar...and strong, too.
Trunks could tell something was bothering his friend...but what was it? Had he just recalled his father again? "Goten? Are you alright?" he asked.
He immediately snapped out of it, dismissing it as nothing more than a momentary lapse. Ki sensing was still quite new to him; he never really received the proper training for the technique until after Buu's defeat. It hadn't been unnatural for him to accidentally think he sensed another large power level. "Huh? Oh, nothing Trunks. Just forget it," Goten said. 'I must've been thinking about dad again.'
Trunks shrugged. "So Goten, we should probably be heading home now. My mom and dad are going to start their wedding in a few hours."
Goten nodded in response. The boys shot off into the horizon, individually flying back to their homes.
'This is going to be so awesome!' Trunks thought.
The Saiyan Prince now stood in 450 times Earth's gravity with minimal difficulty; he fired several Ki blast's which continuously ricocheted off the chamber walls, gaining more potential energy and more momentum each time.
The warrior braced himself just incase, placing his arms in the form of an 'X' across his chest. As the blast closely neared, Vegeta shot out his arms, releasing an invisible burst of energy outwardly, and instantly vaporizing them all.
Vegeta smiled. 'Now, if by chance that idiot releases another evil Majin Buu, I have an improved technique that can kill it!' Though the battle was resolved long ago, the prospect of another evil Majin Buu running around rampantly still plagued him. He experimented, creating many new short-lived techniques in order to destroy such an enemy; eventually realizing that an explosive Kiai would be most effective.
A few hours later Vegeta sat on the chamber floor—back in regular gravity—legs crossed, eyes closed, meditating. It was quite new to him: meditation... There weren't many times in his life where he had felt completely at peace. Ever since he realized how much he cared for his family and finally accepted that his deceased rival Kakarott was the better fighter, he's been more at ease, no longer needing to prove himse-
"VEGETA!" angrily shouted Bulma, abruptly interrupting the his focus.
Vegeta's eyes shot open; he got up, now looking straight at the one who called for him.
In what seemed like a split-second later, Bulma was already downstairs, staring at her soon-to-be husband. "What do you think you're doing?! I thought you were supposed to be out with my dad and Trunks right now getting ready for tonight!" she barked.
"Woman, I will go when I am good and ready," he said, purposely avoided eye contact as the words left his mouth.
As the woman stood, fists clenched and leaned forward slightly, about to chew her soon-to-be out, the blue-haired female uncharacteristically relaxed. "Oh, Vegeta... Remember our deal that we made?" Bulma mused in a lighter and spurious tone. She knew that this could be used to her advantage for the next few hours.
Vegeta groaned. "Fine..."
Throughout the vast space occupied by the section of the vacuum we call our solar system, a thick, crescent-shaped ship of a grey coloration was rapidly speeding at faster-than-light speeds toward the Earth.
Inside was an alien clad nearly entirely by a white cloak. He had three horns, one on his forehead, and the others a little above his ear with sharpened edges. A ridged-cranium, pointy ears, fanged teeth, and a chin horn protruding outward. These were the only immediate distinguishing features visible.
The alien smirked broadly as he glanced over to his navy-skinned pilot. "Is this E-arth (Earth)?" his voice was gruff and legibly foreign.
"Yes," the pilot replied. "We will be landing shortly."
The Saiyan Prince sighed. He was quite bored spending the day with his son and soon-to-be step father; he would much rather be doing something he saw as worthy of his time, like training.
"Oh, how's this one, Vegeta?" Dr. Brief, always accompanied by his little black cat on his right shoulder, asked as he lifted the tuxedo up by its hanger. Bulma's father was actually excited for his daughters big day. It's the day he has been looking forward to his entire life. And at his age, he's glad they finally decided to settle down now rather than later.
He was already well into his seventies, and a near-lifetime of smoking didn't help either although he had long-since quit. Constantly, Brief was forced to carry around a portable Oxygen tank fed through tube connecting in his nose.
"It's fine, now let's get out of here," Vegeta replied with crossed arms. "Do you want me to put it on here?"
"That'd probably be best, dad. The rehearsal ceremony is going to be starting in an hour or so," his son joined in. His feelings about his parents wedding were as to be expected from a child his age; he was glad they'd all be a family together. "Let's go dad, we're gonna be late!" Trunks grabbed his wrist then started walking him out of the door.
About a half an hour later they were ready to leave, Vegeta now wearing a black and white tuxedo, and even a black tie to match.
Vegeta, Dr. Brief and Trunks all left the store and went out to their flying car they arrived with.
The crescent-shaped spaceships landing upon the Earthly terrain was smooth and undisturbing. Just then, a hatch opened from the bottom; walking down the ramp was the alien concealed in his cloak and also accompanied by the pilot.
"So this is where the dragonballs can be found, huh?" the pilot queried as she looked over to her boss. "I wish we at least knew what they looked like."
"Yakka," the horned-alien spoke. "Stay with the ship-I will be back soon." The alien ascended into the air. In mere moments, he was already too far away to be seen by the pilot's eyes.
Back in Dr. Brief's car, the drive was a little awkward. Trunks kept asking questions about the wedding and the plans for after much to his father's chagrin. The Saiyan Prince decided to just concentrated on the West City bypass in front of him even though there weren't many other vehicles around. Bulma's father simly smiled at the boy's questions in amusement.
However, there was a red vehicle in particular that was going much faster than the recommended limit. It was as if the driver was fleeing from a heist or in some life or death situation. But in reality, it was a combination of carelessness and merely not realizing the extent of their speed as they were distracted by the cell phone in their hand.
Flying over the cityscape was the cloaked-alien searching for the dragonballs.
Among the people crowding the sidewalks, a group of kids were also playing with a clear bouncy ball. Accidentally, one of the bigger kids threw the ball at the ground as hard as his eight-year-old muscles would allow. The ball bounced high into the air—higher than they'd ever seen.
Unfortunately for them, the ball hit the ground again too far off the sidewalk and was now heading closer to the West City bypass-roads.
"Huh?" the suns rays reflected brightly off the bouncy ball in his peripherals, catching the alien's attention. 'Is that a dragonball?' he wondered. The horned-alien quickly descended to the highway below for inspection. He landed on the bypass and picked up the bouncy ball.
The driver distracted by his phone, who had just achieved an even greater speed, was about to run into Vegeta and the others, but Vegeta, never fearful and always in control of the situation, turned the wheel to the right as the cars neared, effectively maneuvering out of the way as the driver continued speeding forward. "That idiot! What does he think he's doing!?" the prince exclaimed.
The distracted driver wasn't out of the woods yet. At the very same moment, he was now on a collision course with the horned-alien. Only just did he finally realize he was going well over the speed limit. "SHIIIIIIT!"
The alien saw the vehicle heading toward him at high velocities. He instinctively shot out his right arm as the two objects met; as a result, the flying car was now being flung high into the air.
CCCRRRASSSHH! The vehicle collided with the side of a large skyscraper head-on with great force, instantly crushing the driver to death inside. After that, it started falling to the ground below.
Everyone around quickly attempted to flee the area, including the group of boys, no longer caring about their ball.
The alien remained silent for a short moment. He looked at his palm, then quickly clenched his fist. 'So fragile...'
Crowds of people attempted to flee the area as quick as they could. A couple of them—a mother and daughter however were unfortunately on a collision course with the flying car above. Just as it was about to smash into them, they were saved by what they saw as nothing but a blur; they were now hovering in the air, grabbed by someone at the last second. It was Vegeta!
The horned-alien couldn't believe his eyes; he blinked twice then rubbed his eyes to be sure. 'Is that... I've finally found you...'
Vegeta looked over to his son who was now holding up the flying car with both hands, all the while sustaining his ki to remain flight. Dr. Brief and Scratch were sitting safely inside.
The mother opened her eyes and looked up at the man who saved them. "Th... Thank you," she quivered out, her voice trembling from the shock she'd experienced not even a minute ago. Their saviour descended to the ground, letting them go in hopes they'd run off to safety. And they did just that.
The alien rushed toward the Saiyan warrior; a quick elbow pushed Vegeta back several feet, followed by the cringing sound of fancy black shoes screeching across the pavement.
Blood momentarily trickled out of Vegeta's mouth onto his lip. Before it was noticeable to anyone, he wiped the blood off on the white cuffs of his tux, leaving a bright red stain. His gaze became fierce and fixated on the one who had just assaulted him. "Who the hell are you? And how dare you do that to the Prince of Saiyan's!"
Trunks carefully brought down the car from the sky and placed it on the ground. Immediately after, he helped his grandpa get outside. "Huh? Why did that guy just hit dad?"
"I don't know, Trunks," calmly voiced Dr. Brief. "But I'm willing to bet we'll need to get to a safer distance..."
Trunks nodded. "Right."
"I'll ask you again: who are you?!"
In spite of being asked twice, the alien had no intention of responding. He merely jumped to Vegeta and tried to punch him again.
Vegeta dodged the punch to his left, countering with a simple backhand to the alien's face, knocking him back and causing him to swing his body to the side, knocking half of the horned-alien's cloak off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest, and what seemed to be a mechanical arm with some type of cannon attached to it.
'His arm... The cannon on top of it bears resemblance to the arm-cannon's that Frieza's empire used... This alien must be a remnant of the Planet Trade Organization. I knew they were all idiots, but taking on a Saiyan warrior is the dumbest thing they can do,' Vegeta cogitated.
The Saiyan warrior chucked. "Somehow I knew that the opportunity to fight more powerful opponent's intent on conquering the Earth wouldn't vanish alongside Kakarott's death!" he said, elated. "But you, however, seem to be on the weak side." Despite what, in Vegeta's point of view, seemed to be nothing more than a clumsy fighter with a comparatively low power level, the fact that it was his first fight in many years got his Saiyan blood boiling.
The alien growled in anger, clenching his fanged teeth together. He now knew he had to be more careful; the man in front of him was obviously much stronger than he initially expected. Quickly, the alien rushed toward Vegeta once more, this time with a clear head, and ready to—even expecting to—follow up with a counterattack to his counterattack.
The not-so-cloaked alien threw a kick at the prince. Vegeta, as was expected, blocked the kick with his knee, then countered with a kick himself. The alien smiled. As fast as he possibly could, the Saiyan's opponent brought both of his forearms in front of his face, blocking the counter-kick, then swiping Vegeta with his claws on his left hand, forging a long cut across his abdomen, tearing through his tuxedo.
"D...damn you!" Vegeta growled. 'This bastard can transfer in his own ki to enhance the strength of his claws!'
The horned-alien flew around the vicinity, passing each skyscraper and Vegeta never took his eye of him. Without warning, he shot at him like a torpedo. Vegeta jumped up high in the air, leaving the alien to smash his fist through the concrete that was just under his feet leaving a small crater.
Falling down, and accelerating due to gravity, Vegeta was ready to throw a devastating kick to the alien's head.
Bulma, the soon-to-be wife of Vegeta was back in the Capsule Corporation, waiting impatiently for her father, son and fiancé. She repeatedly looked at her watch, unsure when—or if they would arrive. "Mom!" she hollered.
Panchy—or Mrs. Brief, the ditsy wife of Dr. Brief, walked in the room after hearing her daughters cries after having just finished baking a new batch of chocolate chip cookies. "Yes, dear?"
"The rehearsal is about to start and they're isn't even here yet! Where do you think they could be?"
Mrs. Brief, always one to be optimistic, replied, "I don't know, sweety. But I'm sure they'll all be here on time!"
The white-donning alien picked himself up. 'I do not understand...how is he so powerful?'
"Hehehe. Finished already?" Every now and then, Vegeta would feel the blood dripping from his wound then wipe it on his sleeve. "I suggest you get out of here remnant. Or else I'll have to show you my true power." he boasted.
Trunks and Dr. Brief flew closer to the battle; they were running out of time. "Vegeta! We have to go quickly, Bulma is waiting for us!" the doctor shouted.
Vegeta turned to face his son and future father-in-law. "Don't worry! I'm just about to take car-" BLAM! He was cut-off by a strong, yellow energy blast, sending him through a skyscraper. His tuxedo was now nearly in tatters.
The alien's arm-cannon was still smoking as he flew toward Vegeta's body. When there, he saw the warrior still down, laying in rubble.
"Finished already?" he mocked, taking hold of what was left of the upper area of the tuxedo, bringing him in close.
Suddenly, Vegeta transformed. A golden aura erupted around his entire body, his hair turning golden to match, and his black iris' changed to turquoise; the city's very foundation felt like it was shaking.
"W...what is this?!" The horned-alien asked in disbelief, backing up, overwhelmed by the Super Saiyan's sheer power.
The Super Saiyan walked toward the alien, smirking arrogantly. "What's wrong? Is it hard to believe someone could be this powerful?" Quickly, he charged toward the horned-alien, smashing an elbow through his defences, staggering him, following up with a kick to the gut, causing the alien to double-over in pain, hovering in mid-air. THUDD! Vegeta dropped his elbow on the alien's foramen magnum, leaving him falling to the ground below.
Vegeta descended to the ground as well. "Now, I'm running kind of late, so forgive me for ending this now," he said as he curled his fingers, bringing them to his sides at chest-level, gathering his ki in the palm of his hand. "Galick Gun!" he yelled as he threw his arms forward, the beam-attack cackling with energy as it ripped through the air.
Fear. Disbelief. Failure. These emotions were going through the horned-aliens head as he desperately brought his hands up to brace himself.
The smoke and dust soon cleared; there was nothing to be found.
Phew! Vegeta exhaled a sigh of relief as he powered back down to base. He then flew up to his son and soon father-in-law.
"That was a nice one, dad! That guy definitely had it coming!" Trunks elatedly exclaimed.
"I think he was a remnant of the Planet Trade Organization I used to be apart of..."
"Well it's a good thing you're not like that anymore, Vegeta. Bulma only tells me how much you've changed, and I believe her," Dr. Brief reassured him. "Now that this was settled, we should head to Capsule Corp., we have to get their even earlier to explain to her about your tuxedo..."
About fifteen minutes later they had finally arrived, quickly rushing inside. They already practiced what they were going to say on the way there, insistent on not making Bulma even angrier than they already expected she was. Vegeta's outfit was already in tatters, and what remained of it was stained blood-red.
As if taking place is less than a second, as they walked through the door of the home quarters in Capsule Corportation, Bulma rushed toward them in awe, fixated on Vegeta. "Ve-Vegeta!..." she could barely see straight she was so angry. "You idiot! Why are you so late? And what happened to your tuxedo? You can't get married like this! What in the hell is the matter with you!?"
Dr. Brief stepped in. "Bulma! Calm down, something came up on the way and-" all it took was one angry gaze his way and a quiet shrill to get him to stop talking. Bulma was really pissed!
Bulma looked back at Vegeta. "Well?! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"I'll just get married in my armour, it'll only take me a few minutes to grab it!" he reasoned, just wanting her to calm down so they could get this ceremony over with.
"YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED IN YOUR ARMOUR!? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
"The only reason I even decided to go through with this while thing was because you said you'd bare me a second child!" he shouted back.
"OH, REALLY?" the blue-haired woman spat. "THAT'S SERIOUSLY THE ONLY REASON YOU DECIDED TO MARRY ME?!" she was beyond infuriated at this point. "WELL I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS ON THE SAIYAN WORLD, BUT HERE YOU USUALLY ONLY GET MARRIED BECAUSE YOU LOVE EACHOTHER!"
The two continued to bicker and argue as the verbal fight escalated, each throwing back different insults at eachother with language even Trunks had never heard before. Eventually, however, they ended the night as husband and wife and they make up. Dr. Brief finally got to see his daughters big day before he passed away several months later, dying happily and without regret.
Five years later...
Trunks, now 18 years old walked into his home residence. "Hey, mom and dad! I'm home!" he walked into the living room where his parents were with his three-year-old sister, Bra, who prior had just begun to nap. That is, until, the lavender-haired boy called out. "Oops, sorry, guys!" he apologised quickly.
Bulma sighed then turned to her son. "It's fine, Trunks. Vegeta, can you go get me some milk from in the kitchen?"
Vegeta begrudgingly complied; he walked into the kitchen and Trunks followed as Bulma tried to calm Bra down.
'The nerve of that woman. I'm the prince of Saiyan's not some...milk delivery boy!' Vegeta thought to himself.
Trunks turned to him. "Father, I wanted to ask you something." For what he was about to ask, there was a possibility that he would either be offended by such a question or that he would simply outright say no. Either way, he felt he had to ask. "So, Goten and I had been talking earlier today..." he gulped. "...and we're going to be taking about entering the tournament coming up." This was it; it was finally time to see what Vegeta's reaction would be—he hoped it was positive. "So, I was wondering since there's still some time: do you want to enter with us?
"No. I'm sorry, son. There is nothing left for me at the tournament. Not sinc—" Before he could finish his conversation with Trunks, Vegeta felt telepathic contact.
— Yo! How are you, guys?!
— Ka-Kakarott!?
— Goku?
— King Kai and I have been listening to your conversation with Trunks about the tournament, but I didn't want to say anything because I wanted to know what Trunks was going to ask! Anyway, Vegeta, I really think you should join!
— You know full well that the only reason I'd ever consider joining would be if you and I could have our fight.
— Hey, Trunks. You don't mind if I have a word with your dad in private, do you?
— Huh? Oh, no, of course not.
"Dad, while you talk to Goku I'll bring mom the milk, okay?" asked the boy, already walking toward the living room with it in-hand.
"Sure, son." the Saiyan immediately replied, almost as if he wanted Trunks to leave the room as quick as he could.
— Okay, Kakarott, we're alone.
— I really need you to do me a favour.
— What kind of favour can I do for a dead man?
— When I was struggling to overpower Majin Buu in our beam struggle 10 years ago, I made a wish that if I somehow survived the battle I'd want him to be reborn as a better person. As it turns out, King Yemma was listening and even though I died, he reincarnated Majin Buu immediately after he was destroyed.
— So let me get this straight: you want me to go to the tournament because our most evil and most powerful enemy was reborn as... A ten-year-old boy?
— That's right, Vegeta. Please say that you'll do it. It'd mean a lot to me.
Vegeta paused.
— Ughh, fine. I'll do this one thing for you. However, if I even think for a second that this reincarnation still has the same personality, I won't hesitate to use full power.
— Don't worry. I have a certain feeling that he won't be causing any trouble at all. I have to go now, Vegeta. Thanks!
The prince felt the telepathic link cut-off. He walked back into the living him and spoke, "Trunks, I'll do the tournament."
"Really? Err, I mean, great!"
A few days later, a native boy, no older than ten years old, very lean and frail in appearance walked inside a hut in the small village he called his home. "Mom, I'm going off to the tournament!"
Hey everyone! Sorry about the long wait again, but this time, instead of just because work, I've been trying to work on my writing style; I felt it wasn't as good as I knew I could make it. I hope it's a much better read now! I would also like to thank Saucemonkey, the author of Piccolo's Choice, for editing this chapter, and speaking of Piccolo's Choice. I also want to thank ArcaneHurricane, author of Dragon Ball A-Z, for designing the OC villain in this chapter; I loved it and I hope you guys did too! Also, check out the prologue to a new story I'm writing about Master Roshi having a more active role.
Summary: The next generation has arrived! Master Roshi, the aging Turtle Hermit, felt as though he could finally step down. However, with the reemergence of an old enemy, and another chance to keep on fighting, Roshi must now rethink that decision...
Back to DBM2, this, Cane and Sauce's stories are both just three of the other twenty amazing alternate universe stories that will eventually one day be combined into a massive story so far referred to as DBM2. Below is a list of all the participating stories:
U1: Dragonball A-Z by ArcaneHurricane (Sequel to DBZ. Cane does an amazing job with this with a completely original plot)
U2: Viva El Tapion by Skar (Parody available at goo .gl/YHKBrO)
U3: Sins Of The Father by Super Vegetarott (A story about Goku losing his memory again and being kidnapped by Raditz)
U4: Android 1 by Supersaiyaninfinitygohan (A story about an Android, created by Gero, from Majin Buu's egg)
U5: Appule's Insurrection by pointer39 (A story about Appule taking a lead role, drastically changing the DB universe as we know it)
U6: Shaded Chronicles by Katsuargi (A story about Goku staying permanently dead after the destruction of Namek)
U7: Piccolo's Choice by saucemonkey (An truly incredible story about Piccolo never reforming from his evil ways)
U8: Savior Of Demons by Ryu no Ohi (A story that just recently started about Frieza changing his ways)
U9: Internal Menace by FoolsGil (A wish to the eternal dragon gone wrong)
U10: 1000 Years Later by augustust . charlamagne (1,000 years after the end of the Hero's Legacy, GT special the world is in need of new heroes)
U11: The Majin Legacy by SpiderLedgic
U12: Honor Trip (Future Trunks) (The future timeline of Vigor's Honor Trip)
U13: Bringer Of Death by Npberryhill (A very popular story on this site about Vegeta becoming the first Super Saiyan of his era)
U14: Gohan: The Fallen Hero by Gohandominates (A story about Gero brainwashing Gohan)
U15: Turles' Triumph by daughteroftherisingsun (A story about Turles I'm guessing)
U16: Break Through The Limit by Captain Space (A story about Raditz being given a much larger role than in canon)
U17: Honor Trip by American Vigor (A story about Cell becoming a good guy)
U18: The Saiyan's Cascade by I-Am-So-Original (Goku arrives on time to stop the Saiyan's)
U19: Guardian by Mr. Arkham (Instead of landing near Mt Paozu, Kakarot's pod lands on Kami's Lookout)
U20: Legend Of Kailery by Crazybuu (A story a female Legendary Super Saiyan. Not a lot of chapters so far, but it's definitely worth reading)
There's just one more shout out I'd like to give. Usually I'd only give shout outs to DBM2 fics, but Elbadj's "Dragon Ball XV" really deserves to be praised. He was initially hesitant to publish the story, but I'm glad someone talked him into doing it, if you take the time to read it you won't be sorry you did!
I also would like to take the time to comment on some reviews:
C: Without Goku here is Gohan still going to do nothing or will he finally rise up and take his father's place since he is currently the strongest one on Earth?
C: would Gohan go back to training after the whole Buu event? I mean... Goku was the strongest on that planet besides Kid Buu and he struggled with Buu. Knowing that their could be someone stronger out there would they still train to prepare for a new threat? Not just Vegeta and Uub?
R: Honestly, I'm not sure what the difference—to Gohan—about this situation is between here and after the Cell saga. Gohan had many chances to train but still didn't. Maybe he trained for a few years and stopped, we just don't know. But in The Majin Legacy, Gohan put more focus toward helping his mother and Goten cope to the loss and focus on school work and his relationship with Videl, eventually impregnating her about 4 and half years later.
C: My question is that with Goten and Trunks still training, will they ever reach a ssj2?
R: Depends if they have the drive for it or not, or if they receive the right training.
C: Goten's promise to become stronger for his dad, man that just pulls on my heart. That actually almost made me cry. You have done a fantastic job of keeping me reading this.
R: Honestly, that made my day when I read this. It means a lot. Thank you.
C: Ever thought of having Uub absorb Good Buu, like in (ew) GT, but having him get massively stronger AND gain the magical properties such as regeneration?
R: Yes, actually. Except, if I do introduce Majuub into this story, his regeneration will be limited to anything short of decapitation, impalement of the heart, regenerating limbs and obviously, being blown to bits. Small and large cuts, bruises, broken bones and such would heal within seconds, however; Majuub would have a healing factor comparable to Wolverine's from X-Men.
C: Dragon Ball should've ended just like that, I enjoyed this initials chapters a lot and I'm looking forward for the next chapters.
R: Thanks!
C: Oh look, I finally got to reviewing. I thought I did review, but oh well. XD What does Novus Coeptus mean?
R: It's Latin for "New Beginning".
C: So, will goku tell Vegeta about uub the day of, through telepathy?
R: Wow, that was pretty close to what actually happened. Are you telepathic? I've actually planned this happening since I started writing this xD.
C: Old Kai seemed a bit...off, maybe it was the line about Mexican Food, but I don't know.
R: I was actually considering cutting that out before posting this chapter but I thought I may as well have one last reference to the anime.
C: Seriously now,Heart Attack?!That's lame(no offense).You could have just said that since "he killed himself"he couldn't be revived,the Strain on his Body,or the Simple Excuse,that he didn't want/wish to come back again(Training,Peace and well,overuse of the Dragon Balls)...
R: Cardiac arrest actually. And no offense taken, of course. By the way, out of all three of your suggestions, I actually used all of them in the chapter.