Chapter 3: "God's" Test
"Kami!" Bardock called out as he landed on the Lookout. To his relief, the old Guardian stepped out of the building.
"I'm alive." He said calmly. "Though it was a near thing."
"Then that egg Piccolo spat out the end…"
"Contained some of himself, yes. Which means the battle with him isn't over."
Bardock waved a hand at that. "By the time that comes around he'll be no match for Kakarot. You arranged for him to come up here?"
"Yes, he'll have to if he wants the Dragon Ball's back." He gestured to his servant, Mr. Popo, who had the 7 restored balls on a tray. "Once he gets here, I had planned on informing him about Piccolo and telling him he needs to train here to be ready."
Bardock frowned. "'Had' planned?"
Kami looked a little nervous. "You…were planning on training him yourself, were you not?"
"Do you have a reason I shouldn't?" Bardock growled.
Kami considered him for a moment before turning to Mr. Popo. "Put those back inside, please." The servant hurried to comply, and Kami returned to facing Bardock. "I have to be honest, Bardock. I question your ability to hold back enough. I'm worried you'll hurt him." Mr. Popo came back out and watched the exchange with interest. "Right now." Kami said, "I am the second strongest being on this planet. I'm sure young Kakarot will have surpassed me after long." Kami turned and handed his walking stick to Mr. Popo and turned to face Bardock, dropping into a ready stance.
"I want you to punch me as hard as you think would be safe."
Bardock blinked. "What?" "
Perhaps it would be better to meet fists. Punch each other."
Bardock still looked lost. "Why?"
"Imagine I'm Kakarot."
Bardock shrugged, dropping into a ready stance. "Whatever makes you feel better." Kami moved first, throwing a punch. Bardock met it, bringing his power down to Kami's level.
He blew Kami's arm clean off.
"Kami!" Mr. Popo ran over, panicking. Kami held up a hand to stop him. Green blood flowed from his shoulder joint, and there was a trail leading to where his arm, now mangled, lay in a pool of the stuff. Bardock remained frozen, in complete shock.
"And that…" Kami said, wincing, "Is why I said to test on me, rather than wait for Kakarot or have Mr. Popo do it." He strained for a moment, and then another arm burst from his shoulder. He flexed it repeatedly, stretching it. He looked up, apparently a little concerned at the expression on Bardock's face. "Are…you alright?"
All Bardock could picture was something similar happening to Kakarot. But Saiyans couldn't regrow arms.
"I…does doing that…hurt?" It was the only question he could think to ask.
Kami gave him a slight smile. "Yes. But what's important is that I can do it." He held up both arms. "I am more or less none the worse for wear." Bardock shook his head several times, trying to rid himself of the image of Kakarot injured like that.
"…Maybe you have a point."
"It shouldn't be hard to work on. In fact, I could couple it with teaching you about energy sensing and controlling."
"Controlling?"
"Similar to what I've been doing for you. Controlling how much energy others can sense from you."
Bardock crossed his arms and thought. He couldn't train with Kakarot, not like this. That image of himself horribly injuring his son flashed into his mind again and he shuddered. "Do you have any ideas?"
Kami nodded. "I would imagine that, once who you were was explained, Kakarot would want to train with you immediately. I propose that we wait to introduce you until you've learned more about energy and control, and Mr. Popo and myself have toughened him up enough."
Bardock considered this. "You want me to stay in the Lookout?"
"I was going to conceal part of the Lookout. Like I've been doing for you."
"That's a much bigger space."
"It also doesn't move. The effort would be about the same. I like to think of it as training for myself." Bardock grunted, and then a thought occurred to him.
"You do realize that Kakarot is going to attack you when he first sees you, right?" Kami looked confused for a moment, before understanding.
"Ah, yes. I suppose…he would." He touched his own face self-consciously.
"How about we both wait to show ourselves then? Until the two of us are ready. Besides, telling Kakarot he's training to meet you is more believable than that he's just waiting to meet some guy he's never seen before." Kami considered for a moment, before nodding.
"Agreed. He should be here soon. I had Karin tell the human to tell Kakarot to return to the tower to learn more about the fate of the Dragon Balls." As if on que, Kami suddenly turned to look beneath them. "Ah…there he is." A pause. "And there he goes…where is he going?"
"He can't fly. How was he supposed to get up here? The cloud?"
"No, he's to use the Nyoi Bo, the staff he carried."
"Oh, that? Piccolo knocked it away from him."
"He's probably off to retrieve it then. That gives me time to set up the barrier." He clapped his hands to together as he turned to survey the lookout. "Let's see…how about…a third of the space. And the inside. Anything he needs will have to be brought out to him." Bardock could tell Kami was more muttering to himself rather than talking to him or Mr. Popo. "The barrier will be more obvious than it was for Bardock…but that's good. Add to the mystery he wants solved. The more motivation, the harder he'll work to find out what's behind it…"
Bardock shook his head, amused in spite of himself. The old, wise Guardian looked and sounded like he was planning a party.
He felt a headache coming on. "Is there a place I can lie down? I haven't slept in a day or two." Normally, he caught sleep in his pod, traveling between destinations. He'd sat awake for most of the last trip, agitating about what Kakarot would be like, what shape he would be in, and how he would react to his father.
"Of course." It was Mr. Popo who spoke. "Follow me, please."
The room the servant showed him to a rather comfortable looking room. Bardock was only just now realizing how tired he was. The best way he had found to deal with his headaches was to get to sleep before they peaked. He threw his boots off, removed his gloves, and finally pulled the armor over his head. It felt good to be free of it. He didn't notice Mr. Popo collect it all, with the intent of washing it. He threw himself onto the bed, and was asleep in seconds.
It was as if he were watching is life on fast-forward. He was a young Saiyan, shunned by the far more powerful royal family. Then he was standing on the balcony of his run-down house, staring at the horizon and promising to himself that he would surpass them all one day, no matter what got in the way. Then he was joining the ranks of the warriors, one of the weakest there, being taught about Freeza's system for conquering planet. His young self, lying awake and wondering why they served Freeza if they were so powerful, unaware many others were doing the same. Himself fighting battle after battle, losing most, until he started to win. And continue winning. Joining an elite unit, and then being given command of his own. Squad members that became friends, then family. Gine, being even more unlike other Saiyans than he was, who understood why it was strange to behave the way other Saiyans did, who wasn't afraid to have real emotions. Love, and a child he never paid enough attention to. Battles. Another child. He swore to do better. Dodoria, killing his friends. Freeza, destroying his planet, his race, and all but the last member of his family. Himself, standing before Freeza, and then again, Kakarot in front of Freeza, on a planet he didn't recognize. But it wasn't real. Then he was questing to find his son. Landing on Earth and made to understand that everything he'd planned, had thought of, was going to have to change. Watching his son and his friends fight and deciding that maybe it wasn't actually a bad thing.
And then another image. Himself, lying on a dying planet, surrounded by the bodies of his family as he had known them. Gine, lying in a pool of her own blood, staring at him, looking betrayed. Baby Kakarot, frozen mid scream, as he had been screaming the first time Bardock had checked on him. Young Raditz, crying out for his father as the world came to an end. Himself, helpless. Unable to save them.
"Bardock?"
He jerked upwards. "Wh-what?" He was panting, sweat covering his face.
"Are you alright?" He looked over, and saw Kami in the doorway, looking concerned. He was in the Lookout, with Kami. Kakarot was going to be here soon. Kakarot, his son, who was alive and healthy and had just overcome the greatest trial of his young life.
"Y…yeah…dream." He looked at his hands, and that image of his family popped into his head again. It wasn't the first time he'd seen it in his dreams. It isn't real. He reminded himself. It's not a vision. You don't get those anymore. It's just a nightmare. Kami stood awkwardly in the doorway. He looked genuinely concerned for Bardock, but also seemed to have no idea how to react to his dangerous visitor having a nightmare.
"I, uh, just thought you should know Kakarot has arrived. He's just met with Mr. Popo. The barrier I set up is only one-way, you can go up and see him." Bardock nodded several times, trying to rid himself of his dream.
"Yeah I'll…just a minute. Is there a sink nearby?"
He splashed water on his face. The bathroom was adjoining, he just hadn't noticed it at first. Go see Kakarot. It's what you need right now. He told himself. He hadn't lost his whole family. Not that he was actually going to talk to his son, or touch him-Kakarot's arm flying off like Kami's had. He splashed more water on his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. This was pathetic, being shaken by a nightmare. He was a warrior, dammit! He hadn't been shaken like this on any of his missions, he'd even kept calm when Planet Vegeta was destroyed and he had almost lost everything. So the thought of losing what he had left was frightening. So what? Kakarot wasn't fragile. When Bardock was done with him, he wouldn't have to fear anything on this planet. So get to it! Stop standing here staring at yourself! With something like a physical effort, he dragged himself away from the mirror and grabbed a towel, wiping off the water on his face. Right. Let's go learn about energy.
And see Kakarot.
Kami looked slightly relieved that Bardock was back to himself when he emerged from the sanctuary. The Saiyan reflected that he must have greatly confused the Guardian. He'd been horribly inconsistent in his actions and attitudes. He might start doing it on purpose. It was fun to see him so confused.
"So, Goku." Mr. Popo was saying. "Why do you wish to meet with Kami?" Kakarot was panting, down on one knee, and seemed genuinely bewildered at his inability to get by Mr. Popo. He staggered to his feet.
"I…I need him to revive Shenron!" Mr. Popo turned and looked back toward the barrier. Kami nodded.
"He can see through the barrier?"
"Only he can."
Mr. Popo turned and looked back at Kakarot. "Please wait here." The young Saiyan looked perplexed, and then started in surprise as Mr. Popo disappeared from his sight. The servant picked up the tray of Dragon Balls and walked back outside the barrier.
Kakarot gasped. "The Dragon Balls!"
"Yes, Kami already revived Shenron, you see." Bardock heard a faint fluttering and turned to stare at a carpet that was floating out from the Lookout and over to Mr. Popo. "Now, I am going to go deliver these to your friends. I want you to stay here and adjust to the thinner air."
"Thinner air?"
"Yes, there is not as much oxygen this high up, so you run out of breath faster. Do some light running and stretches in this part of the Lookout. Do you see that shimmering wall?" Mr. Popo pointed over toward where Bardock and Kami were standing. Kakarot nodded. "Do not go past that. That is Kami's instruction." Kakarot's face fell. "I will back shortly." Still holding the Dragon Balls, Mr. Popo hopped onto his carpet and was quickly gone from sight.
Kakarot did as he was told, exercising to help his body adjust. But as Bardock knew would happen, curiosity soon came over Kakarot, and he jogged over to the barrier, staring at it, standing inches away from Bardock. He examined it for almost a minute, before reaching out a hand. Right before he touched the barrier, however, he pulled his arm back, grinning to himself.
"Nah!" And he turned and jogged back to the open parts of the Lookout. Mr. Popo returned shortly afterwards, and Bardock was sure he'd been watching Kakarot to see what he would do.
Mr. Popo stepped off his carpet, which immediately started floating back toward the Lookout. "Your friends are alive, and I have explained the situation to them."
"Situation?"
"You will be remaining here to train for the next 3 years, until the next Tenkaichi Budokai."
"I am!?"
Bardock turned a critical eye on Kami. "You had him explain it to Kakarot's friends before Kakarot?"
"I thought they would need to know first. There is very little chance Kakarot will turn down such an offer." He held out a hand toward the young Saiyan to indicate his meaning. Kakarot was practically jumping up and down with joy.
"I get to train up here!? With Kami!? That's so cool!"
Bardock grunted. "Still seems backwards to me."
"Can we just agree it doesn't matter?"
"Now, Goku, it won't be all fun and games." Kakarot quieted down, looking at the servant in confusion. "You see, there is still a threat you need to be prepared for. Piccolo yet lives."
"What!? But I killed him!"
"As he was dying, he spat out an egg that contained most of his essence. His son, if you will. Piccolo Jr. will surely seek to kill you and your friends, and we think it likely that he will enter the next Budokai. As such, Kami has given you permission to train up here on the Lookout, with him, so you will be ready to face him when the time comes."
"Oh…well, let's get started then!"
"Not so fast." Mr. Popo held up his hands. "Kami resides behind that barrier," Mr. Popo said. "But there are a series of tests we have devised that you must pass before meeting him." Kakarot cocked his head, looking confused.
"Tests? Like what?"
"There are certain abilities you need to master before you can train with Kami, like the ability to fly, and sense energy. You will also need to be strong enough, fast enough, and able to withstand a certain amount of force. Kami has specific qualifications, you see. Finally, there will be another fight with me."
"O-oh…ok."
"One more thing," Mr. Popo said. Kakarot looked at him expectantly. "You will not be allowed inside the Lookout until you complete these tests."
"Wh-what!?"
"We have a spare mattress, some blankets, and a pillow for you, but you will not be allowed to actually go inside until we say you can."
"But it's already so cold up here! What about at night?"
"It'll be even colder."
"That's not-"
"Consider it extra motivation."
"What about the bathroom?"
"Figure that out on your own. You can go down to find one if you need to, but you'll have to climb back up."
"Oh…well, let's get started then!"
Kami turned to Bardock. "I believe that is our que to start as well."
Bardock nodded. "Can't very well have him knowing how to do something I can't." He stretched and yawned. "Good thing I already slept."
It amused Bardock that he and his son were undergoing the same training on opposite sides of a transparent wall. It was a fairly new experience for Bardock, being taught by someone who…well, someone who didn't feel the need to hit him at every available opportunity. Getting hit until you got it right more or less summed up Saiyan combat training. (Not that they stopped hitting you once you got it right, you just had the chance to hit back.) This kind of immobile, precise energy controlling was also new to him. He didn't have to spend any time learning flight, but after a lifetime of relying on a scouter, transitioning to energy-sensing was difficult. It didn't help that he was impatient with anything other than bettering his control of his own energy. The standards of strength, speed, and toughness set for Kakarot were a fiction. 'When Kakarot becomes strong enough' translated to 'when Bardock is able to make himself weak enough.'
"Please, Bardock. Concentrate. Your son is picking this up faster than you are." Kami had been using that motivator for the better part of two weeks now.
Bardock shook his head, trying to focus. "Sorry, I just-headaches. I told you I get them."
Kami frowned. "And you've yet to tell me why. Kakarot certainly doesn't get them, and you've said it's not something that happens to other Saiyans. I might be able to help if you just-"
"No helping it. Just something I have to live with. Keep going." Kami sighed. There was clearly a specific reason Bardock was afflicted with his migraines, which had been progressively been growing worse during his time on the Lookout. The most Kami had gotten out of him on it was that they had started getting worse 'since he'd started looking for Kakarot,' and that it'd just picked up since coming to Earth. They were infrequent-2 a month at best-and there was no indication that he was getting more of them. But it was slowly getting to the point where he was unable to do anything during them.
"Alright then, if you're sure."
"I'm sure."
"Point to where Krillin is." Bardock paused a moment, searching, before pointing below them, to the west. Kami nodded. "And what is he doing?"
"Practicing his…what did they call it? Oh, right. The Kamehameha."
"Can you describe where he is?"
"That's more your thing than mine. I'm learning energy sensing, not sight."
"Just try it, Bardock," Kami sighed. The two of them had been developing a tentative friendship over the past few weeks, though Kami felt it was born out of the fact that he was the only person Bardock could talk to more than anything.
"Uh…trees? He's in a forest?"
"Next to one. There is a river that runs through it. He is using the water to gauge the strength of his attack."
"So glad I know that now. Makes a big difference in my life." Kami bit back his response. Bardock tended to be far more irritable and snappish during his headaches, though the Guardian had a feeling the comment would've been made even without it.
"How strong would you say the attack is?"
"About…the strength Kakarot first used on Piccolo, in their first battle." Kami nodded.
"That's a fair assessment. Now, how about you tell me where Tien is?" Kami hurried to change the subject before Bardock thought too much about that first battle. It was still a sore spot between them.
"…Other side of the planet. He's just practicing his martial arts. No direct energy use."
"Yamcha?"
"In West City still…near Bulma. Not training right now. No wonder he lost to Tien so fast."
"Ro-"
"On his island with that Launch girl. And Kakarot is just coming up from the bathroom." The boy had taken to going down to Karin's tower to use it, before at first climbing-and now flying-back up.
On que, Kakarot unsteadily rose above the edge of the Lookout and landed as fast as he could, looking relieved he'd made it. "You're getting better," Mr. Popo said approvingly. "Next time, fly down as well as back up." Kakarot nodded, then asked,
"Isn't this just the Air Dance Tien used?"
"The difference is slight," Mr. Popo answered. "And easily overcome, even unconsciously, by its users. The Air Dance of the Crane School is more used to merely stop in the air, or float. What I am teaching you is free flight." Kakarot nodded, though Bardock doubted he fully understood. "Now then, let's go straight to energy sensing. Can you tell me where you friend Krillin is?"
Bardock smiled as they repeated the same ritual he and Kami had just gone through. Energy-sensing wasn't as precise as his scouter was-there was no scale to compare everyone to-but as Kami had demonstrated, both as an example of how to conceal your energy, and to show its benefits, power could be hidden, and the scouter couldn't find it. Nearly all of Earth's fighter did this, either unconsciously, on purpose, or, like himself and Kakarot, were currently learning how to control it. Right now, Bardock subconsciously kept all but about a third of his energy under wraps, needing more concentration to fully conceal it.
"Now then, shall we continue?" But as Kami spoke, Bardock felt a fresh wave of pain wash over him, and automatically lifted a hand to his head, wincing.
"Not today, Kami." Bardock decided. "Sorry, but I just-can't." Kami nodded his understanding.
"That's fine. I was thinking, maybe next week, we could test how well you can control yourself again. You've picked it up fast enough. If you pass, we can tell young Kakarot he's passed as well." Bardock lifted a hand to acknowledge Kami's statement. He lurched back toward what had more or less become his 'room' as the headache began to peak.
I'd kill for some alcohol. I really would. Give me something to kill. The humans did have several forms of drinks, some even stronger than Saiyan brew, but Bardock had yet to taste any. Kami and Mr. Popo refused to steal any, and lacked money for them legally. As Bardock hadn't yet revealed himself to anyone other than Kami and Mr. Popo, he could hardly go and get some himself. Besides, as Kami had tactfully pointed out, there was the off-chance he would get too drunk and reveal himself, or worse, leave a bottle within Kakarot's reach. A tiny, drunk Saiyan was not something anyone needed. He threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes. He doubted he'd get any sleep until the pain passed. Despite what he told Kami, Bardock was sure he knew exactly why they were getting worse. He was changing the future, more and more each day. His headaches had started when he started looking for Kakarot. The more of Freeza's bases he'd sabotaged, the greater influence he had on Kakarot's training, the worse the headaches got. And he was only going to change more. If the trend continued, he'd soon be completely immobile during them.
Nothing for it but to power through. Kami himself had said that this kind of training seemed to be better for Kakarot than what he originally had in mind. Kakarot had more energy than he knew what to do with. The same went for Bardock. He'd be able to fight much more effectively, against a wider array of opponents now. Controlling the force of his attacks to conserve energy and stamina, being able to hide his full strength, being able to sense his opponent's strength and weak points-all led to more intelligent and effective fighting. Bring it on Dodoria. He thought sleepily. I'll crush you. And then, to his faint surprise, he fell asleep.
A week later, he and Kami once again faced each other.
"You're sure?" Bardock asked. He, for once, was not.
"I'm sure it won't be like last time." Kami said calmly. "Remember, it is safe for me to test this." Bardock was holding down as much energy as he could. "But first…" Kami paused, and turned to look at Mr. Popo.
"Goku, come over here to the edge." They walked over to look down at the world.
"What is it?"
"Just remember." Mr. Popo said, not explaining himself whatsoever. "You're not allowed to use Kintoun."
"Eh? Is this a flying excercisEAAAAAAAHHH!" Faster than Kakarot could react, Mr. Popo hit him far away from the Lookout, plummeting toward the ground, desperately trying to collect his energy to fly.
"Uh…ok?" Bardock looked over at Kami.
"On the off-chance something goes wrong," The old man said, shrugging. "He'll be fine." Bardock grunted in agreement, and they resumed their stand-off.
They were still for several seconds, before Kami rushed forward, drawing his fist back to attack. Bardock did the same, making sure to use as little energy as possible. Their fists met-and then Kami skidded to a stop, bring up his other fist to hit Bardock's head. Bardock's relief did not distract him, and he brought up his free arm to block it. Kami jumped back, and then quickly jumped forward again with another punch. This time, Bardock caught his hand, holding it firmly, as he caught the other arm at the wrist and turned, throwing Kami toward the edge of the Lookout. The Guardian turned in the air, landing on his feet and skidding backwards to its edge, looking little the worse for wear. Knowing they had to go through the full motions of a spar, Bardock went on the offensive, throwing a punch at Kami's head, which he blocked, then switching to a kick at his stomach, which Kami managed to stop, locking the leg in place with both arms. Bardock flew upwards and pressed his free foot against Kami's chest, shoving him backwards and freeing his leg. The Guardian fell off the Lookout for only a few feet before righting himself, and flying back up to be on level with Bardock, panting.
"Excellent. I would advise avoiding going on the attack too much with Kakarot, but otherwise, you should be able to spar with him safely."
Bardock nodded, his relief evident. "I thought-well. It worked out." Kami landed on the Lookout, and after a moment's concentration, dropped his barrier.
"Tell Son Goku that he may now meet with me. Whenever he gets back up here." He called over to Mr. Popo, who nodded. The two of them began walking toward the building.
"Kami."
"Hmm?" The Guardian turned to look at him.
"Thank you. Really." Bardock rubbed the back of his head nervously. "I…don't say that a lot. But I do appreciate it." The old man smiled and nodded.
"I consider it an investment in the planet's future. Will you tell me why you're here?"
"Soon enough." Bardock turned and felt his son's returning energy. "But right now, we've got something else to do." And they both moved out of sight.
Goku was panting when he returned to the Lookout, before turning an accusing stare on Mr. Popo. "That was...dangerous! I could've…gotten…really hurt. Haa…" He had returned to the Lookout with as much speed as he could manage once he'd stopped his descent, but to his chagrin, he still couldn't fly very fast.
"I was confident you would be safe," Mr. Popo said. "Otherwise, I'd have been wasting my time this past month." Goku stretched, looking around. Something's missing…
And then he suddenly realized. "The barrier's gone!"
"Correct." Said Mr. Popo. "Kami decided that you were allowed to meet him sooner than planned. He wants to get a jump-start on your training."
"Really!?" Goku turned to the building. There was a presence he could sense there, and even from here, he could feel that it was stronger than him. "Woow..." he said in awe as he ran over there.
"It's nice to officially, meet you, Son Goku." A familiar voice said, before out of the shadows stepped-
"Piccolo! You're alive!"
"Ah, Goku, wait-" but Goku immediately dropped into a ready stance before leaping forward, ignoring Mr. Popo's warning. He got about halfway there before he felt an iron grip around his ankle, instantly halting his progress. He dropped, swinging upside down and looking up at what looked to be a big version of himself.
"Uh…"
"That's not Piccolo."
"It's not?"
"Nope."
"Oh." And he was let go. Unexpected as the release was, Goku didn't catch himself, and landed head-first onto the floor. "Ooow!" he said, holding his head as he rolled upright to stare as Piccolo's look alike and the strange man who had caught him.
"There's a reason I look like Piccolo." The older, green man said. "I am Kami. Piccolo and I actually used to be one being, but we split long ago."
"Oh…" Goku said, digesting that. "So…you're a good guy?"
"Yes." Kami said, smiling.
Goku shrugged. "Ok." Kami looked a little taken aback by the sudden acceptance.
Goku turned toward the other man. Even aside from the fact that he looked like his reflection in a mirror (like Bulma had shown him), there was something else familiar about him, that he couldn't quite place.
"Who are you?" he asked, standing upright. The man shifted uncomfortably, looking at Kami, who seemed amused by it.
"Do you really expect me to do this part for you?"
He sighed, then squatted down to look Goku in the eyes. "You know you're not human, right?" Goku blinked, and moved his tail in front of him.
"I…guess I'm not. Humans don't have tails."
"No." And for the first time, Goku noticed the man's own tail, as he unwrapped from his waist, also holding it up in front of him. "But we do." He pressed his tail to Goku's chest. "My name is Bardock." He said softly. "And I'm your father."
If I seem somewhat inconsistent with the English and Japanese names for things, it's because I am. No excuse. I start typing "Shenlong" about 50% of the time when I'm referring to the dragon, and I barely talk about him. My self-edit is focused on misspellings and grammar errors, not translation errors. Also, I lied a little bit in the last note, I am actually going to split up the Lookout time into two chapters in order to give it the attention I think it deserves. (Otherwise we'd be sitting with a 10,000 word+ chapter. And that would just be a pain to try and edit.) This first chapter is more Bardock-centered, as per usual, the next will be told mostly from Goku's point of view for the first time.
