A/N: Apologies to anyone waiting for a new chapter on this update. I was quite busy working on writing that would actually earn me some cash, so I (hopefully understandably) prioritized that. In the meantime, here's a quickie update to get things back on track.

Dragonball Sekai

Episode 7 - The Black Moon

A peal of thunder rang throughout the sky, highlighting the bulbous frame of the airbus. Rain pounded down from a canopy of blackened clouds, pattering across the roof of the aircraft. Yamcha peered out the window, a dismal frown on his face at the awful weather. Somewhere out there, he could see Goku and Piccolo flying side by side, engaged in some kind of discussion. He sighed and turned back to the rest, examining the faces of his fellow passengers. They'd brought (other than himself) Tien, Chiaotzu, Yajirobe, Krillin and Master Roshi himself. It wasn't a very large strikeforce, but Roshi had insisted that the rest stay as they were more likely to harm than help in a fight this serious. The only non combatant allowed had been Bulma, who had insisted on flying the bus.

"Man, Goku sure looks serious..." Yamcha grumbled. "And the weather is even worse. You don't think this will keep up once we get there, do you?"

Krillin yawned and helped himself to a bag of snacks. "I wouldn't worry too much about rain, Yamcha. Even if it does last that long, we've got bigger things to worry about than getting wet. You're right about Goku though, I haven't ever seen him this upset about something..."

"Goku's changed alot since we last got to know him, but I have to say I'm astonished by how much. Who would have thought Goku had a kid?"

Roshi nodded in agreement. "I visited him not long ago, but even I didn't realise he had a son with Chi-Chi. I suppose it was inevitable, but with a boy like Goku I never really thought...well, you know."

Tien grunted. "It doesn't matter, Goku's going through a rough time but this fight should help clear everything up. Remember, there's never been a trouble he couldn't solve with a good fight. I'd be more worried about staying alive against an opponent like this. Even with my strongest attack, he was able to shrug it off with barely any injury at all. Not even Goku could have survived that..."

Yajirobe looked pale again, and shrank back into his seat. Chiaotzu didn't look particularly eager himself, but Yamcha scoffed at the idea. "He caught me by surprise, there's no doubt about it, but he's not invincible. Even I was able to keep him on the defence with my Wolf Fang Fist, and with all of us together, even someone as quick and strong as him can't possibly keep up."

"I can't stand this!" Yajirobe finally wailed. "This guy's some crazy alien who flattened you all, and you think we're just gonna take him on? No way guys, no way! Don't you see we're all going to die?"

"I wouldn't be so sure we'll even have to fight, guys!" Bulma called from up front. "I didn't just come here to fly the plane, you know. Goku wanted me to bring a copy of the message their father sent him. I think he's hoping to make peace before this gets out of hand."

Roshi looked downcast. "I don't mean to rain on your parade, Bulma, but I have a feeling it's not going to be that simple. Goku's got a family now, and whatever happened on their home planet, well, I'm guessing Raditz already knows about it. Moreover, I'm sure Goku wants to fight Raditz, and if these Saiyajins are anything like Goku, Raditz will want to challenge him as well."

"Master Roshi is correct, and we know Goku isn't powerful enough to beat him alone." Tien closed his eyes. "No amount of discussion will change that fact..."


Raditz folded his arms contemplatively, pondering the black sky and the distant flashes of lightning. The weather had been quite rough since he arrived on this planet, denying him the use of the moon and its powers. He knew his brother and a substantial group of his allies were on the way - the storm did little to hide their power levels, after all - and the prospect of a fight against the odds brought a cold smile to the Saiyajin's face.

"Are the rest of you ready?"

Raditz popped his knuckles to accentuate the question - though it was more of an order to become ready than anything. The three lower-class warriors were indeed ready, but not looking forward to facing Goku and Piccolo again. The last time they had fought, each had nearly faced death and only just escaped with their lives. This time there was no guarantee what would happen.

"Of course we are ready, Lord Raditz." Ginger bowed. "We have secured the cavern and ensured there are no other exists, as you commanded."

Raditz smiled. "Good. Very good." He said. "Prepare yourself for battle. Our enemies are about to arrive."

"Huh? How can you tell?" Sansho stared blankly.

The Saiyajin silently studied the power levels. There were eight warriors in all, mostly hailing from his brother's group. They were outnumbered two to one, but Raditz felt comfortable in victory thanks to the intense difference in strength between him and the rest. He turned and started to walk back towards the cave entrance, barely sparing the others a glance.

"Are you still here? Move, we don't have much time." Raditz snapped at them.

The three minions stiffened and saluted to the Saiyajin. "Y-yes sir!" "Of course!" "Right away!"

They scattered to their appointed places as quickly as possible, lest they draw the anger of their new lord. He had to admit that having someone to boss around was a nice change of pace, but they weren't Saiyajin, nor even part of the Planetary Trade Organization; he had already resolved that they couldn't be trusted and should be discarded as soon as they had outlived their purpose.

Far in the skies above, a faint yellow outline appeared out of the approaching storm, escorted by a pair of white lights that could only be his brother and the Namekian. Raditz continued to walk leisurely, not even bothering to turn to face his approaching opponents. Two spheres of bright white energy appeared in his hands, growing to fill the gaps between his fingers before deepening to acquire a purple hue. He tossed them over his shoulders as casually as if they were a pair of used fruits, allowing them to spiral lazily up into the sky.

"It begins..."


"Is that so, Goku? Well don't forget we're still enemies. In fact, as soon as we're done with this Raditz guy, it's my turn to-"

Destiny had stolen Piccolo's threat from the tip of his tongue. Bulma's plane erupted into a plume of fire as the first ki blast struck one of the engines, triggering a violent explosion. The other tore straight through the middle of the plane and out the other end, ripping a sizeable hole in its frame. Alarms blazed through the Capsule Corp aircraft along with a monotonous robotic voice urging the passengers to remain calm. Bulma wrestled with the controls to try and keep it under control, screaming wildly as they began to lose altitude.

"Oh no!" Goku turned the Flying Nimbus towards the plummeting aircraft. "We have to help them!" He shouted to Piccolo.

Piccolo, however, didn't even seem to hear him. The Namekian's focus was purely on the distant spot that was Raditz, and he screamed through the air at full speed to chase the Saiyajin down.

"Where are you going?!" He shouted, hesitating for a moment before turning back to the plummeting aircraft. Zipping around to the front of the plane, he wrapped both arms around the nose and held its descent in as carefully as he could, grunting under the strain of the effort.

"It's no use Goku, there's critical failure in engine 1 and engine 2 has lost power, we need to land, fast!" Bulma screamed out the window.

"Just hold tight, I'll take you down gently!" Goku yelled, holding the plane with all the grip he could muster, bending in the very metal of the chassis under his strength. After a long, tense minute, he finally came to a stop just above the surface, the plane balanced carefully in the air. Dropping it suddenly, he exhaled and shook his arms a little, surprised at how much effort that was.

"Phew..." Bulma wiped the sweat from her brow as the sensation of solid ground returned.

"Goku, I see him! Let's go!" Piccolo shouted down from the sky.

"Wait, Piccolo!" Goku shouted back. "I need to check if everyone's okay!"

The entrance of Bulma's plane burst off its hinges and sailed through the air, revealing the frame of Yamcha in the doorway. "Alright, where's the creep who did this?!"

"I don't have time for this. He's getting away!" Piccolo yelled and took off in the direction the blasts had come from.

"Yamcha, is everyone okay?" Goku asked, running up to the doorway.

"We're fine Goku, go find your brother. We'll catch up as soon as we can." Yamcha hopped out of the doorway, making way for the others to disembark.

Goku nodded to his friend and shot off after Piccolo, gritting his teeth as wind and rain whipped around him, the conditions around the base of the mountain steadily worsening. "Raditz! I'm coming for you!"