Author notes: well, its been a while since I've updated, lots of stuff has been going on. I've started watching some new anime, Attack on Titan being one of them and My hero academia. I have to say that they're really good anime! I've never seen a better and well developed story than those two since Fullmetal Alchemist and HunterXHunter. But that aside, here's the new chapter. Hope you guys like it, it's a bit longer than the previous ones.
South Galaxy - Planet ? - Wastelands
The navy skies cracked awake, streaming rays of crimson over the black mountains in the distance. The silent winds brushed over the rugged lands, plucking the blue sands and tossing them up into the chilly airs. What a day this will be...
Saishi was a hostage. How else can this be any worse? The teen stood alone, high above the slums of the Shamoian's from one of the desolate, black buildings. Her violet eyes were shut, focusing on one ki. Sweat slithered down her face and off her chin; sensing ki was no easy task- for a weakling as her.
Bearing the blood of countless other races; Earthling, Namekian, Demon and even the Frieza race, Saishi was meant to be their experiment, their puppet. But, it resulted in a failure no less. A weakling- that's all who she was; a human, not that she is one any more. Why did she continue to live?
"More power? I can give you that..."
Her purple lips purred. The demon scientist's lavender eyes softened as her gaze fell on to a small pair of hands reaching out towards the demon. Those little hands were what's left of Saishi's earliest memory before falling into that world of chaos and puppetry.
"Asking to complete such a task will be an honour." Towa said, her lips grew into a grin, "To be a hero? With such a power, you should be able to carry it out without a single problem." The demon took hold of Saishi's hand. If only Saishi understood the severe consequences that followed. If only she was not a naïve child, this would not have happened! Sacrificing your own mind and body wasn't worth it.
Worth protecting the ones she loved.
Saishi's violet eyes snapped open, scanning the jagged lands afar. A crimson halo lit the horizon, leaving a trail of orange mist over the navy mountains.
Wait... what is this energy? Saishi thought, her eyes flicking over to the white desert, where this land laid far beyond the black, ravaged cities.
Strands of crimson and black swayed in the breeze.
Towa! Saishi thought, her eyes snapped wider. What is she doing here? She clenched her fists, her nails sharpening into black claws, her pupils cracking into slits. I have to hide! I can't let them capture me. I'd rather be taken hostage by Cooler than be under them again!
"What's the matter little lady?" Dore sneered, sitting on the burnt walls of the rooftops, besides Saishi's left. "You're not trying to run away, are you?" He pointed at Saishi. Paranoia hits like a tank for her. Dore thought, keeping his gaze on the girl. I don't blame her- this little lady is being observed by Cooler's elites. One wrong move and she's toasted.
"Nothing." Saishi replied, gritting her teeth with a hiss leaving her fangs. Relaxing her fingers, her claws morphed back into her pale, human flesh.
"You're very up tight at the moment." Neiz noted, sitting on the dent walls of the rooftops to her right. "Well, I suppose you'll be very tender meat after when Lord Cooler's done with you." His tongue slid out to his lips, licking away his intent for food.
Saishi hissed a sigh. "Just stay alert, I sense some uneasy energies coming from the desert."
"My scouter is not picking up any energies." Salza said, standing high above, alone on a steel pillar of the ravaged building behind her. "The fear must have gotten to your poor head. Oh well..." he leapt from the rooftop with a graceful motion, before landing and raising his posture tall before the girl. "Dishonesty is a large price to pay; don't make me punish you." The blond soldier curled his fingers under the girl's chin, running his thumb down her cheek.
Saishi was cornered in by these three elites; with all eyes observing her smallest actions. There was no chance in Hell that she could escape; she already failed once.
Darn it! Saishi thought as his icy gaze pierced into her own. Not even they can sense those demon's ki- but I don't want my limbs to be mutilated by this blondie here either.
"My apologies." Saishi said, lowering her gaze. "I'll do my best to find him." Her jaws remain relaxed. A bitter storm raged within the teen.
Salza released his grip on the girl's chin. Saishi raised her head again, searching for their target. Deep within her psych, the lands were a faint splash of black. Threads of vibrating colours resonated across the black void, these colours were the ki of every living creature on this planet; even of the ones holding her hostage.
Where is he? Saishi thought, her eyelids creasing. This was all so frustrating.
Far out into the white wastelands, he stood, drawing his steel sword from the white sands. His black trench coat fluttered in the arid winds. Trudging; his icy eyes gazed towards the black, desolate buildings ahead.
Even here? The distortion has even reached far to this? What were they trying to do? And why here of all places?
I have a bad feeling about this... The lone traveller thought as he ran his brown, leather fingers under his chin. Turles, Slug, Cooler- they shouldn't even exist in this timeline. But they are; like as if this timeline makes this all acceptable. His icy eyes gazed up at the brightening skies, transforming into a hue of a red flame. His eyes widened.
A streak of green darted across the sky.
No... He thought, his eyes trembling, his mouth gaping open. Not him! He's definitely a big pain to deal with. He stabbed his sword into the arid floors. He pulled out a scroll from within his trench coat, cracking the scroll open.
"Supreme Kai of Time," The lone traveller said, talking into the open scroll, laid on the white floors, "can you hear me?"
"Yes, what is it Trunks?" The Kai replied, her voice rich with optimism and her bubbly attitude.
"Towa and Mira, not only are they scouting and collecting energy, but they're probably scouting for fighters that we may have fought previously." He said. "Turles, Slug, Cooler, the androids, Bojack's lot and Janemba, it's basically people who are not meant to be apart of the true timeline."
"Calm down Trunks." The Kai said. "It's only Turles and Slug whom we've seen- and besides; we've dealt with all of them before, Goku and his allies were able to put them back in their place. What's the worse that this distortion can do?"
"There's two other people who are not suppose to be apart of this timeline." Trunks said, kneeling on the sandy floors, gripping onto the leather handle of his sword tighter. "They could influence this timeline in a big way. The navy haired girl, even though she wasn't directly involved, somehow changed the history to having Raditz on their team. But, Slug ended up going to Earth a lot sooner than we expected."
"Good or bad, a change is a change Trunks, this still allows Towa to take energy from every distortion made."
"I understand." Trunks bowed his head. "The second distortion is coming from here... but I can't seem to make it out what race the individual may be." He raised his head, circling a hand to the scroll. "It reminds me of Cell's ki- I sense Frieza, but I also sense some other ki," he placed a finger under his chin, drawing his finger down to his collar. "A ki I'm not entirely familiar with." Unless...
"Take all the time you need Trunks, we really can't afford to make any mistakes when these distortions happen." The Kai said, as though she gave Trunks a warning.
His icy eyes snapped back up at the crimson skies; a lone streak of green scarred the skies.
"Supreme Kai of Time..." Trunks said, his throat tightening as he swallowed a cold handful of dry air. "Do you remember a Saiyan going by the name of Broly?"
"The Legendary Super Saiyan right? Why?"
"He's here, even in this timeline." He rubbed the nape of his neck. "And at this point in time, my father, Goku, Piccolo and Gohan are far too weak to take him on. Goku hasn't even got the Super Saiyan technique yet, neither my father or Gohan. If Broly meets anyone of them, it's game over for everyone."
"I know Trunks, but; he's not in his Super Saiyan state." The Kai chirped. "A Saiyan, who is in their normal state won't be ruled by their rage, pride or lust for battle, right?"
"Yes?" Trunks blinked. Although that may have been true, some Saiyans did still have the tendency to be very arrogant in their normal state, something the time travelling warrior learned through travelling to the past. His dear father.
"Then he should be a piece of cake, right?"
"He's still tricky to deal with, one strike from him is still enough to do some nasty damage. I'd rather deal with the androids than dealing with him, at least they have a chance of changing... or that's what I've heard." Trunks said, running his hand down the blunt side of his sword.
"And you saying that Broly has no chance of changing? I really doubt that he can change. He's incredibly crazy."
"Yes." Trunks replied. "I understand that the Raditz of this timeline wasn't so bad and joined Goku to defeat Nappa and... my father- but who said that Frieza is going to have a change in heart? He despises all the Saiyans." Trunks raised a hand before curling his fingers into a fist. "It would be the equivalent of opening the gates to Hell if Broly ever considered changing sides- because it doesn't even matter to him-"
"I think we're solely basing this off from his Legendary Super Saiyan state Trunks. Who knows? Goku was pretty threatening as a Super Saiyan, but yet he's innocent and pretty childish. Who knows about Broly? We've only seen glimpses of him in his normal state."
"His past would say otherwise Supreme Kai of time." Trunks's voice fell flat. "He destroyed the South Galaxy in his childhood, who said he can't do the same to the North galaxy?"
"Because Goku's there." Supreme Kai of time chirped. "And if not him, he's still got the highest order to answer to... if he ever wakes up and carries out his job like he's suppose to do!"
Yes… where was the one who maintained order of the entire universe seven? Well, either way, the Destroyer was going to be unhappy with someone else doing his job once he awakens from his slumber- well, he was going to be unhappy since there were a few who did his job. The emperor of the universe, the berserker of destruction, and the one who has fell into a deep slumber for the last million of years or so.
"Uhh, okay." Trunks nodded, rubbing his head. "Let's hope that Towa does not have her sights set on him, imagine how strong Broly would be with that power? Without any prep, or experience, that will be one painful fight." Trunks drew a finger over his cheek; if Towa could freely manipulate anyone to do her bidding, the army she would have will raise Hell on Earth. The cold winds blew past him, his icy gaze setting on the steel blade of the gift of his mentor and close friend. If he was alive, what would he do in a time like this?
"Trunks, you said that there was someone else not apart of this timeline?"
"Oh, right." The lone warrior pulled out another scroll from his trench coat. "She goes by the name of… Saishi." He ran a finger over the scroll, highlighting a word purple. Trunks sighed, shaking his head to her name. "It says she was one of the experimental subjects that was used by Towa to gain energy, but I guess she was thrown aside when Mira was introduced." And was left mentally disturbed after the whole ordeal. He thought, closing his eyes in thought. I have to know if there were any others just like her.
"What is one of Towa's test subjects doing here?"
"After that fight with her sister, Towa must have separated the both of them to different destinations. But; I have no idea why that may have happened." Trunks sighed. "Thinking about all the reasons for these distortions racks my brain." He rolled his scroll shut, before tucking the scroll into his trench coat. "The only solution I have for this distortion is to pull out both Okome and Saishi,"
"In hopes of erasing their history if they agree to become time patrollers?" The Kai questioned. "... that's not going to work if Towa has already had a part in this timeline. She already tampered with the fight between Goku and Raditz, against Nappa and Vegeta."
"I know, but I worry about the future for this timeline." Trunks said, rising up to his feet. "Don't get me wrong, there are possibilities where the bad guys can change, I mean the androids who destroyed my timeline ended up with loving families in another timeline... but I highly think that it's unlikely that people like Frieza, Cooler, Bojack, Janemba and even Broly would have a change of heart." He held his sword up to his eyes, looking at the reflection of his cold eyes from the sharp edge of his blade. "But if that's true, then who said that the heroes can't be the villain in another timeline." He mumbled. Who knows how that scenario worked out?
"Well; we'll keep it under observation, at least then we can send in time patrollers to fix any major problems of this timeline." The Kai chirped again. "Besides, none of the villains should be able to have a change of heart because they're set in their ways, so I highly doubt that Frieza, Cooler and the bunch will change; but maybe if they were younger..."
"Maybe, who knows..." Trunks shrugged.
"Technically, speaking of Broly, he's the same age as Goku, so he still could be influenced... maybe, but he's absolutely crazy. So- uhh." Trunks run a finger down his face. "No, I really don't think that Broly will change. Unless something drastic happens... but even with that; that will lead to another time distortion that Towa can take advantage of."
"Let's just leave this timeline for now, we need to still deal with the other time lines, especially the one whom Cell happens to have messed up."
"CELL!" Trunks gasped, ripping his sword from out of the sand. "But I thought we-"
"Remember, different timelines means different people, even if they may seem to be the same. Let's check it out first."
"Alright." Trunks agreed, clicking his sword shut. "I'll observe from the distance and see what Towa is so intrigued about this timeline. If a major distortion happens, I'll report straight away. I'll check up on Cell's timeline for now."
"Alright. Be safe Trunks."
"Yes Supreme Kai of Time, I will." The lone warrior took off into the crimson skies, before vanishing in a hue of blue.
From the black buildings, Saishi snapped her eyes open. That energy... who was that at the desert? Never mind, the focus was to find Broly... and stay alive. She stood alone on the rooftops, scanning each energy signature as the shadows observed her every action.
There! Saishi snapped her eyes open.
A green burst of ki flew towards her.
Sweat trickled down Saishi's pale face.
"Ooh... He knows we're here." Salza said, back handing the ki blast to the open desert ahead. "Without a scouter too."
Saishi let out a small sigh. That was a little too close.
"What do you pathetic bugs think you're doing here?" The raven haired Saiyan snarled from the distance from the white wastelands below.
"Isn't he quite the angry type?" Neiz said, looking over to Salza. "His ki literally screams murder."
"Weren't all monkeys like that?" Salza said, clicking his scouter. "Besides, Neiz, take the girl away; she won't be needed." The blond soldier pointed at Dore. "Stay put."
"Right." Neiz said, looking over to Saishi. If Lord Cooler was to be rid of her... Neiz thought, his tongue slithering from his lips and licking away his hunger.
Saishi shifted away from the brown toad, clenching her jaws tight as a hiss left her lips. Trying to flee was not an option; but trying to fight them was foolish.
"HAH!" Saishi yelled, clapping her hands together before a dense, smoke mist spewed forth. Now- Her arms limped to her sides, her knees slammed against the metal, rusted floors with a clang.
"Tut tut..." Neiz wiggled a finger at the teen, resting a his other hand on his waist. "My paralysis technique shocks just about any individual. You're toast."
Saishi's eyes faded blank from paralysis. Neiz hoisted the teen over one shoulder before taking off with her.
"You're not getting away!" Broly roared, clenching his fists. He blasted towards the brown toad. He darted past Salza, where the blond warrior tilted his head at Dore. That Saiyan wasn't going to get away.
"Sorry, but our Lord needs her more than you do." Dore said, intercepting the raven Saiyan's path with two wide arms.
Broly backed off, dodging the punch from Dore. Broly erupted into a hue of green, blasting around the towering wall of muscle and heading straight after the toad.
If I can get my hands on one of them, I can find out where my father is. Broly thought, dashing in at the toad. I'm not going to let someone else steal the pleasure of killing that old wretch and take my only challenger away!
A buzz caught the Saiyan's ears, then a flash of purple zipped past his sight. He halted in the airs, strands of his stiff hair fell before his eyes. That was a close call. Any quicker than that his head would have been decapitated. Broly's eyes fall back on the blond warrior.
"Look at this," Salza said, his arms folded over his chest. The purple aura vanished from one of his arms. His lips crawled to a grin. "Just another monkey who's just entertainment for Lord Cooler." He hovered behind the towering Saiyan, his eyes ridiculing the Saiyan's every action.
"Just another prideful bastard who think they're so mighty." Broly said, twisting his dark gaze back at Salza. "I felt your energies." He sneered down at the blond warrior, drawing both his hands up to his chest. "There's nothing more fun than fighting bugs who think they're so mighty." He clenched both of his hands into a fist. His blood blazed with such a thrill.
"Hm hm hm... ha..." Salza laughed, drawing a hand over his face.
Broly kept his gaze on the blond Saiyan, his grin vanishing from his lips.
"Lord Cooler is going to have so much fun tearing a monkey like you into literal pieces." Salza drew his fingers under his eyes, his icy eyes staring into the abyss of the Saiyan's ones. "You think I should be scared of a filthy monkey like yourself? Lord Frieza annihilated your race. You must be stupid to think fighting the elites is going to be of any fun."
"Well, aren't monkeys stupid." Dore said, cracking his knuckles from behind the raven haired Saiyan. "We shouldn't be taken lightly."
"For a bunch of miserable wretches like yourself?" Broly said, his eyes glancing from Salza to the toad flying far into the distance of the black mountains. His eyes snapped to the corner of his vision, seeing a glint of green closing in to his elbow. His eyes settled back on the blond warrior before him. "I don't care if you're the ones behind the massacre of the Saiyan race." The green alien shifted towards him, closing in on Broly. "I'm just interested in a little-" Broly whipped his attention to Dore, gripping Dore's fist away from his ribs. "Challenge!" He yelled, swinging Dore towards Salza.
"Neiz!" Salza yelled into his scouter, falling back from Dore.
Neiz twisted his head back. The Saiyan speeded towards him. Neiz let out a short hiss from his nose; what a troublesome monkey!
A crackle of ki erupted from Broly's palm.
"Gragh!" Broly snarled, thrusting the blast up at the toad.
Bzzt!
Salza zipped past Broly, his arm coated in an aura of purple. With one slash, the blast was nothing more than shattered pieces of light.
A dull punch slammed into Broly's jaw, stopping the Saiyan from going on any further. An eruption of burning anguish shot into his abdomen. He drew back; coughing. His stomach tensed before his chest ached from the sudden rush of pain. A surge of blood left his lips. Another dull punch echoed through the Saiyan's body, blurring his vision as the taste of blood- iron, remained strong on his lips.
Dore drifted back, his chest puffed out and his hands rested firmly on his waist. Was this really the Saiyan that they were after? The "Legendary Super Saiyan"? He's pathetically weak to be such a threat to Lord Cooler. Dore's eyes trailed over to Salza, whom the blond warrior gave a nod.
One of the methods to easily defeat a Saiyan was to throw them into a fit of rage. After all, it didn't seem as though the Saiyans were capable of controlling their explosive temper.
Time to kill this disappointing circus monkey. Dore thought, gritting his teeth with a smile leaving his parted lips.
A blast of heat rushed past Dore, freezing the alien in his tracks. His scouter blared multiple beeps.
The crown, clinging onto the raven haired Saiyan's head, erupted into a hue of green. The shock darted across his body, rattling his bones and boiling his blood.
"GAH!" Broly yelled, snapping his sights up at the crimson skies. He clenched his teeth shut, his jaws trembling as his blurred sight fell back on his preys. A guttural growl left his lips. His green aura lashed out at Dore, shattering the alien's scouter.
"What?" Dore yelled, squinting an eye shut. "Captain!" A sharp blow struck Dore's head, tossing the alien into the building below and shattering the black windows with a boom.
"Dore! Stand your ground!" Salza said, yelling down as debris flung into the air, with his arms defending his face.
Gasping. Dore ripped his head up from the shattered debris around him. But his short breaths of freedom were cut short. His vision cracked dark, his jaws, crushed shut.
Broly's large hand gripped Dore's face.
"You'll be the first victim." Broly said, drawing his face close to Dore's one, baring his teeth at his prey. The Saiyan dragged Dore's face up from the rubble, where Dore gripped the metal bands around Broly's wrists in an attempt to escape. Dore's head slammed into the rubble, then dragged across the sharp edges before being tossed out through the shattered window pane.
This is nothing! Dore thought, tensing his muscles to a stop in the chilly airs. He scanned the black, desolate city for the Saiyan-
His line of sight remained empty. Only the smoke from the buildings spewed smoke.
Crik!
"GAH!" Dore yelled, his sights falling onto the crimson skies. A blunt dash of pain echoed through Dore's spine, jerking his ribs out.
Broly shoved his fist deeper into Dore's back, cracking his bones with a grin dancing on his lips.
"What's the matter?" Broly said, drawing his head closer to Dore's shoulder. "Were you all just trying to bait me into surrendering? Because you morons think you're so powerful?" His scorched breaths struck Dore's neck. "Lying isn't a good thing you know."
"Get off me you stupid ape!" Dore said, swinging his arm back at the Saiyan. Broly darted back; then a buzz caught his ears.
"Surrender now." Salza said, slashing his Ki coated arm at Broly.
Broly shot his arms up, but the slash was unavoidable. The metal bands around his arms shattered with one strike and his skin cracked open with blood. He snarled, furrowing his brows as the burning sensation sunk into his conscience.
Then another blunt pain slammed into the back of the Saiyan's skull, blurring his vision once again.
"You see, if you had just obeyed, I would have offered a proposition." Salza said, raising a hand out at Broly as his other one tucked close to his chest. "Swear your loyalty to us-"
Obey... loyalty... The Saiyan's blood boiled to such words.
"Loyalty? Don't make me laugh!" Broly ducked away from Dore's grab from behind. "I swear my loyalties to no one.". He caught Dore's fist, before slamming a ball of ki at the towering wall of muscle. He narrowed his dark, fixed gaze at the blond, growling lowly from his chest.
Such hate. Salzer thought, resting a hand on his waist. I don't remember the Prince of monkeys having this much hatred; maybe that's where his power comes from. Oh well... One less monkey to deal with then.
"If you really want us dead, just use your 'Super Saiyan' technique then." Salza said, raising his fingers close to his lips. "Allow me to give you a handicap."
Dore ascended from the rubble below, his eyes glancing from Broly to Salza. Salza's eyes blinked, much to his content.
"Unless you're lying, you have no possible chance against myself and the captain," Dore said, grinning at the Saiyan. "What's the matter? Too afraid to fight ba-"
A shockwave of energy blasted through both Dore and Salza. They shot their arms up, defending against the sudden surge of green aura from Broly.
"If you want to die that badly," Broly snarled, his fists clenched tighter, his body tensing and his jaws trembling. "Then I'll show you a Super Saiyan! GRAH!" His hair sparked a tinge of silver blue, his eyes cracking teal, wavering between his normal form and his power chained away from him.
"Dore!" Salza called, pulling out his ki coated arm towards Broly.
The Cold bloodline must not be endangered by these filthy apes. Lord Cooler's search for the Legendary Super Saiyan ends now.
Dore blasted towards Broly. Broly weaved to his left, missing Dore's fist, then another punch from his right, missing that one too.
Broly threw a punch, but the Saiyan missed Dore's chest.
This monkey! Dore thought, his black eyes a catching a glimpse of Broly's glare. The green aura licked across Dore's arm, making his skin burn from such wild ki.
Broly struck his knee into Dore's gut, causing the alien to spit up blood.
Whish!
"GRGH!" Broly yelled up at the crimson skies.
A slash rippled across the Saiyan's back, leaving a deep wound on his skin. Then his silver aura faded into the chilly breeze.
What's happening to me? Broly thought, backing away from the duo. His hair faded back to black. He raised his hands, staring at his trembling palms. What's going on?
"Tch... Tut." Salza shook his head, a grin growing on his lips. "You were wounded a couple of days back," His icy gaze fell on the Saiyan, "weren't you?"
Broly's eyes trembled, his blank stare caught Salza's narrowing ones.
Yes... that was true. And because of that fight, his body was left damaged from over using his ki. His ki... it was ruptured.
The Saiyan clenched his jaws. He can't run away, that's cowardly! But what other options were there? Die now or live to see another day?
"Well, what's it gonna be?" Dore said, curling his fingers to himself, beckoning at the Saiyan. "Running away is futile, and surrendering is just foolish- coz the boss is going to kill you anyway."
"I'd rather kill thousands until one makes me his slave!" Broly said, tossing a barrage of ki at the duo. "I will not be taken by anyone!" He blasted away into the black, desolate city below, vanishing into the debris and smoke.
"Dore, it's safe to take him out now. He's no threat to Lord Cooler." Salza said, "He's going to bleed out with that wound."
"I think you're underestimating my strengths captain." Dore said, circling his arm. "I'm going to take my sweet time terrorising him."
"Right," Salza raised a hand close to his lips, snickering at Dore. "But make sure you dispose of him." Salza turned away from Dore. "Then regroup at the ship, we need to do something with that Saiyan and the girl."
"Yes captain!" Dore saluted Salza. Salza departed, giving a nod.
Their victory is close.
Below the thick blanket of smoke, he limped against the cracked walls- gripping his bloodied wrists. He panted, his tongue filled with the taste of rusted metal. The smell of burnt glass caught nose, his throat tightening from the foul stench.
"Gck..." Broly grunted, his knees crashing to the ground, his back painting the shard of glass behind him red. I've lost too much blood. He knelt, resting a hand on the blackened ground. But I've been through worse. He exhaled, closing his eyes. He ran his hand over to his abdomen, inhaling- his scars burning from deep within his flesh. With a sudden jerk of the head, he slammed his head into the metal beam closest to him.
I really hate you. Broly thought, the metal crown clanging into the beam. Why don't you just break! He slammed his head again- but to the same result. What the hell are you made out of? He fumed, blinking as his head shot with pain. Maybe that wasn't the best idea... He closed his eyes, resting his head back on the glass shard behind him. Maybe a full moon would have been the best option... but then who knows where I'd end up. He gazed up at the skies. A stream of red crept through the crumbling walls of what remained of the black, towering buildings.
He gripped the crown, yanking the metal clinging around his forehead. Get off you trash! Broly clenched his jaws. He looked up at the reflection of himself from the dented window before him.
He froze.
His eyes; dark, cold and empty. His blood trickling down his forehead, his eyes shrinking away as he stared at his crippled self. Pitiful. Was this how the "Legendary Super Saiyan" was meant to meet his end? Weak, pathetic- a puppet just played by others?
He ran his hands down to his knees, kneeling to his own bleak reflection. Blood on his wrists, blood on his hands, blood staining his body- his own blood! When really it should be the blood of his preys!
He snapped his dark gaze back at the glass, shattering his reflection with his own hatred. They will all burn in their despair!
North galaxy - Planet Earth - Kame's House
The waves at sea glistened in the heat of the sun and the smell of the ocean foam drifted across the cool winds. Their tiny feet brushed against the white sand, channelling their ki back and forth within their bodies; swaying their arms back and forth as well.
"Now, once you get the hang of that, you should be able to perform the Kamehameha." Goku said, raising a finger up as he rested a hand on his waist. His feet brushed the white sands as he stood before Gohan and Okome. "Hehe, I'm not really the best one explaining this since Roshi is the one who originally created that move."
"Back and forth, milk deliveries and turtle weights. That's how I roll!" Roshi said, laying back on the chair. He held a book close to his face; red with a smile creeping on his lips. "Hohoho."
"Not in front of the children!" Chichi said, slamming a fist on the Turtle hermit's head. Those magazines, how could anyone live with such a filthy pile of junk?
"Now you guys try and pull off the Kamehameha." Goku said, walking over to Gohan and Okome. "Krillin and Chichi will also help out too since they know the Kamehameha too."
"Alright dad." Gohan said, taking his stance. He bent his knees, shifting his feet apart as his hands cupped before him. "Ka..." he drew his hands close to chest. "Me... ha..." a blue ki sparked from his hands. "Me..." he shot his hands out to the blue sea. "HA!" Gohan yelled.
A small smoke left his palms. A bead of sweat dripped down the boy's head. Oh boy...
"That's alright son, not everyone can pull that technique off the first time." Goku said, patting Gohan on the shoulder. "You need to start gathering your ki at the start of performing the Kamehameha or it'll come out as a puff of smoke."
"Alright dad, I'll try again." Gohan said, bowing his head at Goku. Goku ruffled Gohan's hair, laughing with a smile.
"Try again later, otherwise you'll tire yourself out." Goku pulled his hand away from Gohan's messy hair. "Alright, you're up Okome." Goku looked over to the navy haired child. "Remember, you might not get it the first time either."
"Yes Goku." Okome said, nodding as she took her stance. She took a deep breath, taking in the salty smell of the sea. She raised her hands up at the sea. "Ka..." She cupped her hands, "me... ha..." She drew her hands close to her chest, "me..." She thrusted her palms out. "HA!"
The waves of the sea parted, blasting a large volume of water out to sea. Okome squinted her eyes shut, a bead of sweat slipped down her face. Oops… wrong technique...
"That's definitely not a Kamehameha." Goku said, whistling at the raging waves. He placed his hands on the blue belt tied around his waist, before looking over to Okome. "I guess you should focus more on drawing ki- I mean to really manipulate the ki into a form. Here, I'll show you guys how it's done again."
Goku stood before the glistening, blue sea, feeling the ocean spray against his skin. He shuffled his feet out, bending his knees as his sights remained fixed on the waves ahead. Whatever gentle eyes he had faded into a steely stare.
"Ka..." Goku held his cupped hands to the ocean, "me..." he drew his hands close to his chest, "ha..." a blue spark left his hands, glowing ever more brighter, "me..." a low, humming sound echoed into the open sea around him. Then he thrusted his hands out. "HA!"
With a yell, the sea split, leaving a high wall of water in his wake. Then the high walls of water broke away into smaller pieces, spraying the trio with a cool sprinkles of ocean foam.
"See?" Goku said, smiling at the duo. "You guys will get there eventually." Then his eyes flicked over to the monk, who leaned on the window pane next to Chichi. "Oh... right," Goku knocked his fist into his palm. "If I'm not around to teach the Kamehameha, just ask my bud Krillin, or Chichi. They'll certainly help you guys out." His eyes fell on to his son. "You need to balance out your studies and your training if you want to become strong like your father and smart like your mother, okay?" Goku walked over to Gohan.
"Yes dad." Gohan replied, hanging his head down to the white sand. He sighed, before looking up at his father. "I'll try to do my best." He smiled up at Goku.
"That's the spirit!" Goku laughed, ruffling Gohan's head. "With that spirit, you'll be able to master the Kamehameha in no time."
"Goku." Okome called, standing behind Gohan.
"What's up?" Goku asked, running his fingers away from Gohan's head.
"Thank you." Okome bowed, keeping a fist close to her palm.
Goku remained silent. Then the Earth raised Saiyan's tilted his head with squinted eyes.
That sign, the bowed head and the hands, it is a symbol of respect. Respect to a master.
"There's no need to be so serious, you know?" Goku said, raising a hand up at the child. "And really, you don't need to repay me. I mean, you're an ally after all."
"... I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am ever since I ended up here." Okome said, looking up at Goku. "Just like what you've said, life is too short for regrets, so I want to say that I'm grateful to you for teaching me."
Goku nodded his head. "I get you." Goku said, resting a hand on his waist. "But we're all allies, so there's no need to repay the favours if we're all going to do that anyway. Any who," Goku turned his head to his right.looking at Krillin, who leaned against the window ledge. "How long do you think Bulma's going to be? I'm really itching to go to Namek!"
"Well, if we have a phone, it'll be easy to know." Okome said, pointing a finger up at the skies. "But I doubt it." She hung her head. They were surrounded by the ocean, how on earth were they able to have a phone line?
"I've been living here for most of my life sonny." Roshi said, lowering his shades down his nose. "I'll remember to have at least some form of contact to reach everyone you know."
"So... we have a phone?" Okome asked, tilting her head.
"Yes," Roshi said as he flicked another page of his erotic magazine. "I'm going to sa-"
A loud, ringing sound came from inside the house, interrupting the Turtle hermit from his pleasures.
"Hello, Kame house, how can we help?" Launch said, twirling the coil around her fingers.
"Come on, who's the only one who has connections to this house?" Bulma said, resting a hand on her waist, on the white, lab jacket. She craned her head over the phone as she held a spanner in one hand. "Besides that, why don't you all come over to my place; everything's nearly ready."
"It's Bulma guys!" Launch said, placing her hand over the phone. "The ship's nearly ready!"
"Great!" Goku said, leaping up into the skies. "Let's g-"
"Goku!" Chichi said, crossing her hands over her chest. Goku snapped his head down at the woman. His smile twitched as the dark eyes of his wife glared at him.
"Nimbus!" Goku called, cupping his hands over his mouth. It's not that I was going to leave her behind or anything... Goku thought rubbing his head as a sheepish, twitching smile grew across his lips. He sighed. "Son, you can tag along too!" He raised a thumbs up at the boy below.
"I think I'll fly." Gohan declined, waving a hand up at Goku. "Let's go Okome." He raised at thumbs up at the child.
"Right!" Okome said, nodding with a small smile on her lips. "Krillin." She looked over to the monk, pointing a thumb up at the skies.
"I'm ready when you are." Krillin said, jumping over the window pane and onto the white sand.
The group took off into the skies, flying alongside each other like seagulls at dusk.
The Turtle hermit stood, resting on his staff as the defenders of Earth flew away into the ocean mist.
Be safe and take care everyone. Roshi thought as the reflection of the sea bounced off his shades. Especially you Son. He closed his eyes.
Yes, those blinded, white eyes; what was that terrifying energy? And that rage... only when Krillin died at the hands of Tambourine; one of King Demon Piccolo's offspring, Goku flew into a fit of rage. Hopefully, the Earth raised warrior knew better.
Planet Earth - Capsule Corporations
The neon haired woman gazed out from the rectangle windows of the dome building, resting her elbows on the smooth, white workbench. She tapped the white surface with a spanner, clinking against the metal ledges. Bulma sighed.
"Namek... " Bulma hummed, titling her head, her eyes squinting at the green patio below. "I wonder how the people are going to be up there? I mean, it's not that they're going to freely give us the Dragonballs; it's their precious keepsake. Kinda like Goku's when he was a kid."
Yes, the time when she ventured out but then ran into him in the mountains. Weren't those the good old days? Adventure, friendship, love, jokes and the whole crazy people they met. She circled her fingers on the smooth tiles. People like Monster Carrot, Mercenary Tao, General Blue, The Red Ribbon Army and the Demon King Piccolo. Oh, and then there was Pilaf and his gang... wonder where they gone off to? She sighed. Well, now things have gotten more crazier; Goku being an alien and all, Yamcha being dead, Piccolo being dead and having a race of his own... and well- aliens!
But Yamcha… oh Yamcha! Why did he make a promise if he knew he couldn't keep it? What a dummy! He should have just left it to that freak Piccolo; it wasn't that anyone liked the Demon King for what he's done- even though he was able to fend off Raditz; but that demon still killed Goku! But then again, Kami would have a problem since Piccolo and Kami were once the same being.
Bulma buried her head into her arms. Why is everything so complicated?
"Yuhoo! You in there?" A peppy voice broke Bulma stream of deep thoughts.
"Yes Goku." Bulma replied, pulling away from the window ledge.
"Oh, there you are." Goku said, peeping up from the window ledge. "So when are we going?"
"Goku!" Chichi yelled from below. "Don't rush her!"
"Hehehe..." Goku laughed, rubbing his head as he gave a sheepish smile.
"It's alright." Bulma said, moving a stand of hair from her face and behind her ear. "Both ships are ready, but I hope you guys brought your own clothes. It's going to be a long trip."
"Don't worry," Goku said, waving off at Bulma. "I've got my favourite-"
"Not in those clothes your not." Chichi said, tapping her foot and her arms crossed over her chest. "You can wear you Gi, but you should bring some casual clothes too you know. Maybe for the days you're not training on; just so that you don't smell so bad."
"Yeah, Chichi's right." Bulma said, as Goku turned his gaze back at Bulma. "There's a limited amount of water and food. So make sure you don't have a frequent shower otherwise you'll be left with no water to drink." I hope there's enough food for him, I mean he eats a lot than I do.
"... I hope there's water on Namek." Goku said, stretching his arms over his head. "Then I can have all the showers I need!" He smiled.
"... you really are something aren't you?" Bulma retorted, crossing her arms as she tilted her head.
"Huh?" Goku's smile dropped.
"Never mind, the sooner we get to Namek, the quicker we can bring back Yamcha and the others." Bulma said, walking over to the door. "Ready?"
"Always." Goku raised a fist up with a smile on his lips. His dark eyes burned with determination and gleamed with excitement.
From the massive patio below, Chichi, Gohan and Okome stood. Krillin held a thick, leather book.
"Mother..." Gohan said, looking at the suit case spilling with papers. "Is this really necessary?"
"Of course it is." Chichi replied, smiling as she handed the case over to Gohan. "I don't want my baby boy to go become a brainless brawler now can I?" She tilted a head at her son. "You need the brains and the skill too- and I want you to be a great scholar, okay?"
"... yes mother." Gohan bowed his head. "It's not that being a defender of Earth is not just as important..."
"Gohan." Chichi said, her voice falling flat.
That was a bad sign.
"Umm, without a world, what's the point of studies then?" Okome chimed next to Gohan. Chichi's cold gaze fell on Okome. "Well, what I was going to say is that knowledge is power, but; in some circumstances, it might not be the best option." Okome chuckled at the end, the ends of her lips twitching.
"Okay then, explain?" Chichi said, leaning back from the duo.
Okome took a short sigh. What did she drag herself into?
"Being a normal Earthling, knowledge would work against people who are trying to get their own personal gains, you know; the dark nitty gritty stuff?" Okome continued.
"Politics," Gohan raised a hand up at Chichi with big, round eyes, "the King of the world is a dog."
"But- wait, what?" Okome questioned. Gohan, Chichi and Krillin nodded their heads slowly. Okome shook her head. "Any way, having a form of power will also help too, because then you can make that move." Okome continued.
"Through the system." Gohan nodded. "and education." He pointed up at Chichi.
"Guys, politics is a very sensitive subject." Krillin said, flicking his eyes to the invisible camera. "We don't need none of that comment war nonsense, so let's just move on; okay?"
"Yeah, we're just a fictional reality." Okome said, rubbing her head. A weak a laugh left her lips. "psh… we're just meant to entertain; not some deep philosophical stuff; right?"
Krillin and Gohan turned their attention to Chichi, whom had her eyes shut and brows furrowed. She was clearly not happy about any of this.
"What I'm trying to say," Chichi said, tapping her fingers on her arms. "Being an average Earthling requires people to know their Politics, education, and living a normal life, it's our culture."
"But, that's the problem." Okome said, wiggling a finger at Chichi. "It's our culture."
"And what of it?" Chichi said, raising a brow at Okome.
"If we look at another alien race- I don't know, a Saiyan," Okome said, rubbing her chin as she squinted an eye. "Their culture is fighting- a lot, and let me remind you, they are really, really powerful. How would our knowledge; our culture, beat them?"
"We can make them adapt to our society." Chichi replied. "And we have Goku. They'll think twice of they even try to destroy Earth."
"And that's why we should train!" Gohan said, clenching his fists close to his chest. "We can use the knowledge to persuade evildoers to not harm Earth. But if we have no choice, then we'll just have to fight them. Because in order to be strong, I have to train like my dad! Like Mister Krillin and like you mother." And like you too, Mister Piccolo! Gohan thought, looking up at the wispy clouds above. He wasn't going to make that same mistake; he had to prove that he wasn't some little defenceless kid anymore- where he can save others instead of them sacrificing themselves for him, just like his deceased teacher.
"Exactly!" Okome said, patting Gohan on the shoulder. Yes, without the strength, you cannot back yourself up; but without knowledge, you'll be a brainless muscle head. Something that always seemed to have intrigued that demon; something that she had solely set her sights on. Her lost sister.
"Alright, alright." Chichi said, covering her forehead as she closed her eyes. "You can train, but you both also need to study."
"Both?" Okome said, pointing at herself. Chichi nodded.
"If you're going to stay at our place, I want you to study." Chichi said, looking over to Okome. "If you're going to be a fighter, I want the both of you to be intelligent and swift. No excuses."
"Aww..." Okome hung her head. There was no way of getting out of that one.
"Hey there, it's going to be alright." Krillin said, closing the leather book. "I'm pretty you'll both ace the exams-"
"They're going to be home schooled at the moment." Chichi rested a hand on her waist.
"...Oh..." Krillin said, parting his lips in a low whisper. "Well," He rose up to his feet, "You're still both going to do great! I can tell." He raised his fist at the duo, facing his knuckles whilst giving a wink at the children. Just a token of good luck.
"Thanks Mister Krillin!" Gohan said, smiling at the monk.
"Thank you Krillin." Okome said, bowing her head at the monk.
"It's the least I can do." Krillin chuckled, running a hand over his bald head. Well, I can't help but make people happy- it makes me feel great if everyone else feels great.
"You guys ready?" Goku said, landing onto the green patio. "Bulma says to meet at the back."
"Alright." Krillin, Chichi, Gohan and Okome replied.
Krillin rubbed his wrists. Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu; hopefully retrieving the Dragonballs shouldn't be too difficult, especially for their sake.
Gohan nodded, curling and stretching his fingers. Mister Piccolo; he was going to finally see his teacher again.
Okome nodded, looking down at the lush grass. Namek; what dangers laid ahead?
Chichi remained; alone. Her hands held close to her chest as her sullen eyes gazed over to the green grass. Her eyes gazed at the shadows of the squad walking away from her in the warm embrace of the sunlight.
"Goku." Chichi called, her lips quietened to a whisper. "Please," Goku turned his attention to Chichi. Her head dipped down at the Earth raised Saiyan. "look after our son and everyone else." Chichi continued.
"Come on Chi," Goku chuckled, patting Chichi on the shoulders. "We'll be back before you know it!" He raised a thumb up at Chichi, winking his black, soft eyes at Chichi.
Chichi pulled back from Goku, cupping her hands to her mouth, her eyes watering. Those soft eyes... was this an omen? Just like that day when Raditz stole their baby, Goku… She dived in at Goku.
"I don't want to lose you permanently." Chichi said, her hands gripping onto the shoulders of his orange shirt, her face burying into his chest. "You've already died once, and Krillin too." Her voice wobbled with tears.
Goku remain still, his eyes widening at her burst of emotion. Then he narrowed his eyes, his gaze softening down at Chichi. That normal life that Chichi badly wanted wasn't going to stay for long… and beside the fact that Gohan may never have a normal life either. It's something the Earth raised Saiyan could never promise to Chichi; not after when he found out that he was an alien.
"There's nothing to worry about Chichi." Goku said, pulling her into a hug. "I'm not going to let you down- or anyone else." His voice fell into a whisper, cradling his wife's head close to his chest.
Chichi's closed her teary eyes, hearing the slow thumps of her husband's gentle heart."Just keep smiling and be happy," Goku ran a hand through her long, black hair, "stay strong for our son and everyone else. We can't have anyone else targeting our home while I'm gone; okay?" Goku pulled Chichi away, looking into her watery eyes. He kept a firm grip on her shoulders.
"Yes Goku," Chichi modded. Her black eyes gazed back into her husband's soft ones. "I'll stay strong for everyone, even for you."
Goku leant over to Chichi, his nose brushing against Chichi's petite ones. He had to give her hope, he had to make sure that she was alright- even though the future seemed bleak with their relationship.
Just before Goku pulled his face away from her, Chichi tiptoed; pecking Goku's forehead with a quick kiss.
I love you; always. Chichi thought, drawing her gentle lips from his skin. Who knows? This could be her last time to say goodbye to him. As he once said, life is too unexpected for regrets; so there's no need to hold back on doing the things you love.
Two hours later, they stood before two massive ships, one more archaic than the other. It was time for their departure to Namek.
Bulma took a breath, holding her helmet as she gazed up at the towering structure of the Namek's vessel. Yamcha... The thought of being able to reunite with him soon made her skin tremble. And Launch, she promised to bring Tien to her- Tien and Chiaotzu back to her.
I can bring them all back! Bulma thought, gripping her helmet firmer. She raised her other hand.
"Piccolo!" Bulma said, her voice loud and clear.
Click!
"So it's true." Goku said, raising a hand over his eyes. He whistled as a circular floor detached from the bottom of the archaic ship and down to the green grass. "Welp, I'm not going to learn any Namekian language any time soon."
"Yeah, it's better that way too." Bulma said, looking over her shoulder to Goku. "We can't have you saying anything wrong and then head to moon."
"That's definitely what Goku would do." Krillin said, snickering next to Bulma.
"Hey, it's not my fault I forget easily." Goku said, wiggling a finger at Krillin. "If I sit around and do nothing, I'll forget. Of all people you should have known that buddy."
Krillin laughed, rubbing his bald head at the fuming Goku.
"So you actually translated everything word by word?" Okome said, looking up to Bulma.
"No, it's actually common sense really." Bulma said, running her fingers through her blue hair. "Popo told me what words to say and I kept a note book to remember those words. With Goku's case, myself and my dad made it easier to operate for him." She looked over to Goku, who looked up at the Capsule Corp created ship. "And my father helped out to implement the gravity chamber for him, just so that he can do something while we're going to Namek."
"Thanks Bulma! You're the best!" Goku said, his eyes beaming with joy.
"No problem Goku." Bulma said, raising a thumb up at Goku. "Any way, we should get going to Namek. So let's make our way then."
"Be safe all of you!" Chichi said, weaving up at the ascending trio. Goku hopped onto the opening door of the ship, saluting with a his lips opening a parted smile. That smile; her unreplaceable happiness and love for Goku, please- don't die.
"Don't worry Chichi, they'll be back." The Ox king said, resting a massive hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, hey dad." Chichi said, whipping her head back. "When did you get here?"
"Just a couple of minutes ago." The Ox king smiled down at his daughter. "I can't miss my son in law and grandson's departure now. Right?" He gave a hearty laugh. Chichi turned her head away, squinting her eyes. That didn't seem right...
How could I forget? Chichi snapped her eyes open. If Gohan's friend is going to stay with us; she needs to have some form of identification if she's going to go to high school with Gohan. She ran a hand through her black fringe.
Maybe adopting Okome might make this all work out? Not only can Gohan see her everyday, Chichi can also look after her; feed her, bathe her, teach her and train her. It's not that she had anywhere else to go.
"Alrighty then," Bulma said, the red, tiled floor shutting with a click. "Let's store our stuff and get moving."
"So, we're really are going to stay here for a long time aren't we?" Krillin said, looking around the vast room. "Wow, it's enough room for some light training, sleeping and food."
"I'm going to get down to my studies." Gohan said, placing the suitcase on the floors. "I can't afford to fall behind now."
"Ah," Krillin said, waving a hand at Gohan. "If your mother's not here, then there's no need to stress over your studies. It's not that me or Bulma are going to scold you over it."
"But," Gohan said, stepping away from the large suitcase. Be a scholar or be a fighter? How was the boy suppose to balance out both his time to please his parents? Martial arts is great for training and health, but would he be able to get a job out of that? Not really. Being a scholar would be the better option; Earth: his home, weren't full of people who earned a living from fighting, more of people in schools and getting jobs. But; he had to defend Earth if the likes of the Saiyans or Slug were to attack Earth again. He turned his gaze to Okome.
"Hm?" Okome hummed, her navy gaze meeting Gohan's dark ones. "Oh, studies," she diverted her gaze to the paper filled briefcase. "Sure, I'll study with you- if you want."
"Oh, yeah- sure!" Gohan said, nodding his head with a small smile. "And... um, your free to join us in training."
"Yup," Krillin agreed, nodding his head, "we honestly don't know how strong the people of Namek are, even this guy call Frieza."
Frieza... Krillin thought, his skin shivering. Whoever he is, I have a bad feeling about that guy.
If only the bald monk knew...
"Buckle up guys!" Bulma said, seated before the wide, circular window. "Next stop: Namek."
"Alright!" The trio replied.
With a boom, both ships shot up into the skies above, leaving a swirl of winds at is wake.
"And there they go." Dr Briefs said, saluting both ships as they zoomed into the blue skies above. "Let's hope Bulma doesn't get too carried away with the new gadgets in there."
The old man gazed over the green grass. A sparkle of purple caught his eyes.
"Oh... looks like someone left this behind." Dr Briefs said, reaching over to the purple glint of light.
The scroll.
"I'll hold on to this." Dr Briefs said, tucking away the scroll into his lab jacket. "I'd better go and fix some machines, that might make Bulma happy."
"Now that's out of the way, let's try something more extreme." She waved her staff, before vanishing in a hue of black and red.
Somewhere in West City, below the layers of humanities known knowledge, remained a scientist sculpting his perfect warrior.
"Ah yes, Son Goku. My perfect specimen for research." His voice croaked within the darkness of his lab. "I will extract my revenge on him for what he's done."
From within the glass chambers of his laboratory remained a small, green bug, absorbing the knowledge of every known fighter of his master's wishes. Just a few more years and he will be complete. In the meanwhile, something else should occupy the doctor.
But, it wasn't just one scientist that was after the infamous Son Goku.
Far out into the glaciers remained another scientist, frozen and lost within the last fifty years. His metal skin awaits for the strongest body known to mankind. He was going to make sure that he was going to take Son Goku's body, and rid that disgusting metal husk he was bound to.
Son Goku; beware for you may become an experimental subject to these two scientists.
North Galaxy - Space
Several hours later, Krillin, Okome, Gohan and Bulma sat in silence. In a triangle formation, Gohan, Krillin and Okome sat facing each other; their eyes shut- focusing.
A game of tag: that was their training.
Focusing in the darkness, they only had their opponents ki to guide them. Gohan flicked his eyes all around the darkness, tensing his chest as flickers white light sparked far away in the infinite shades of darkness. Even if this is a childish game, skill and wits were still needed in a real battle.
Okome kept still, her eyes closed, her knees bent for a sturdy stance. Even if this is only a mental battle, slacking off- even for a little moment, will cost a real fight. She twitched her eyelids, a wave of energy washed over her; her eyelids squeezed tighter.
Krillin shuffled his feet, widening his stance. Searching; it was too easy to sense the both of them. Well, they were inexperienced after all and it wasn't like he was going to fight Goku either.
"Gotcha!"
Krillin whipped his head back, a pair of small feet dived towards him. He ducked, missing Gohan's ambush.
"Tut tut." Krillin tutted, wiggling a finger at Gohan with a wink. "you don't just shout during an ambush Gohan. You'll just let the other person know then."
A hand shot from the corner of the bald monk's vision. He side stepped to his right, dodging Okome's strike.
"Close, but not fast enough." Krillin said, taking his stance again.
"Why don't you just tag us?" Gohan said, tilting his head. "I mean, we tried several times now, you could beat us by just tagging us out."
"Well, there's a valuable lesson to be learned here." Krillin said, gesturing an open palm at the duo. "I'm sure you both figured it out by now."
Gohan took a breath, relaxing his arms to his sides.
Okome folded her arms over her chest, tilting her head in thought.
"... to never give up if things look impossible?" Gohan said, raising a hand up to Krillin.
"Well that kinda explains why you held back then." Okome said, looking back up to Krillin.
"Exactly." Krillin said, relaxing his stance. "Something that your father taught me Gohan." He chuckled. "I don't know how he does it, but he only sees his goals, not the obstacles. So remember that when we fight the next time kids."
"Yes Krillin."
"Yes Mister Krillin."
Bulma laid on the bed; waiting… and waiting. She held a small, round device in her hand, tracing the smooth, round edge of the gadget. She clicked the top of the device, causing the device to enlarge the grids. The Dragon radar.
I wonder if this will work? Bulma thought, clicking the device off. If this doesn't work; well then… it's going to be a heck lot difficult to find the Dragonballs.
Trailing behind the ancient Namekian space ship was the Capsule Corporation's space ship.
Push up and then pull back, striking the airs again and again with a kick and punch. Goku huffed, with sweat trickling down his face in the heat of the raised gravity. There was no time to slack off, if King Kai had said that this Frieza guy was powerful. He was going to make sure he was prepared to take challenge him- same thing for Vegeta.
He drew his hand back and close to his chest.
"HA! " Goku yelled, releasing a blue blast of energy. Let's see if my body's strong enough to stop a Kamehameha. He thought.
The wave hit him. From the smoke, Goku tilted his head; messy from the damage and his top torn from the blast. Goku wheezed.
I'm not gonna do that again. Goku thought, relaxing his body. Boy, trying to take a blast head on is going to need a lot of ki- and a high tolerance for pain. He sighed, rubbing his head with frustration. Hopefully that Frieza guy won't be one of those guys... but what would happen if I do? He folded his arms, hanging head down. If it's unexpected, it should work… but if it doesn't, then I'll need to come up with something else; like a ki blade?
Goku chuckled to himself. Who was he kidding? His only choice of weapon will only be the power pole. Trying to manipulate ki into a form requires a lot of discipline and patience, where the latter he lacks. Even if he was to use a form of ki manipulation, Krillin was far better then him; the Destructo Disk was one of the example of proving Krillin's best control over his Ki.
Goku took his stance again. Never mind, he'll just have to improvise when that time comes. Until then, Goku's journey to Namek was going to take far longer than Bulma's travel.
Several days later - Planet Namek
Being a few days earlier than they had anticipated; Bulma, Krillin, Gohan and Okome stood on the blue grass, looking beyond the blue lands to the green horizon. The three fiery balls of heat from the heavens glared down on the deserted lands; with soot and smoke filling the green skies.
"Oh no…" Okome said, her eyes shrivelled into small dots to the sight before her.
"Woah…" Bulma said, tilting her head beyond disbelief.
"How could they?" Gohan said, clenching his jaws tighter with a hiss leaving his lips.
"What monster would do this?" Krillin said, clenching his fists tight.
Bodies burned, laying within the rubble of their homes. Children and the elderly; everything was burned to the ground.
This was only just the beginning of their horrors on Namek.