Last time on Dragon Ball F, Videl had become a monster created by Babidi. However, the combined efforts of Vegeta and Raditz, along with Hercule, had restored her humanity. With her being stopped, Bulma handed Vegeta and Raditz a huge task: caring for two infants. Join them now on Dragon Ball F!
Chapter Thirty Five: Peace Times Continue: Grand Tournament Entry
Bulma sat at the table, sipping the shake she had ordered. Android 21 was sitting across from her with Lapis and Lazuli on either side. It was still an odd occurrence, even after seven years. The revelation she had received from her after the threat of Babidi was still daunting, but at last it wasn't the worst thing she'd heard. Though, the way they had sat was almost similar to this.
Flash
"So, what is this you wanted to tell me?" Bulma asked, sitting down at a table with her two best friends sitting next to her.
"Well, you wanted to learn of your parents, correct?" The redhead across from her said, adjusting her glasses. Her outfit seemed to be distracting on purpose, showing her as a nerd, when Bulma knew she probably had some skills to her.
"I did." Bulma said. "But, I don't want to fight you for the information."
"Fair enough," The mysterious woman said. "I don't really prefer fighting anyway. Not my style."
"And, you have immediately set yourself as the opposite of most of my friends," Bulma said with a chuckle. "Continue."
"Well, first we should get introductions out of the way," The woman said. "I am Cyborg 21, creation of Doctor Gero. You are Cyborg 16 of the same creator, however, your birth name was Bulma. Those two are Cyborgs 17 and 18, also known as Lapis and Lazuli."
"You're basically telling us what we already know," Bulma said, crossing her arms. "Minus the part about you being the twenty-first cyborg. I thought Gohan was the twenty first."
"I was made first." Cyborg 21 said, leaning back in her chair. "But, enough about that. Let's get to the juicy stuff."
"Precisely what I wanted to hear." Bulma leaned back in her own chair. "I've forgotten them since we were brainwashed."
"Well, your parents are both dead," Cyborg 21 sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Well, for a second, I thought you were going to say you were my mother." Bulma said. "Sounds like a better tradeoff."
"I don't think so." Cyborg 21 said. "I looked through Doctor Gero's data files and nothing confirmed it. I doubt that is a true statement. However, I may have been modelled to resemble her so as to lull you into a false sense of security."
"Well, whatever," Bulma said. "I don't remember her anyway. So, what are you going to do now?"
"What do you mean?" The redhead asked.
"Well, you've told me what you wanted to tell me," Bulma said. "What are you going to do with your free time now?"
"Well, I was planning to keep an eye on you three," The redhead crossed her arms. "I figured that even after all of this, you may run into some trouble."
"I won't stop you," Bulma said. "But, be careful."
"I shall." Cyborg 21 said.
Present day
"I suppose you want to tell me some new fact you've learned," Bulma said. "What could it possibly be?"
"I was wondering how your android projects are coming along," Cyborg 21 said. "The ones you didn't artificially age."
"Well…" Bulma sighed.
With Raditz and Vegeta
Goten slept on Raditz' lap as the taller Saiyan read a book on mathematics. She wore a pair of reading glasses that gave her an odd look. In the times of peace, she had taken an interest in the education of the earthlings. Currently, she was taking courses at a school (with some schooling assistance from Bulma and Saishi). Her current attire consisted of a white t-shirt and jeans that Bulma had insisted she buy.
She glanced down at the child in her lap. His tail (which Bulma had insisted on) curled around him like a cat's as he was curled up like the same animal. His hair was nearly identical to Kakarot's with a small hint of Chi-Chi's. Bulma had gotten him a gi just like Chikarot's and he had loved wearing it, wanting to be just like the people who Raditz and Vegeta had spoken of. At this age, his mannerisms were similar to that of Kakarot's as well. Raditz was quite amused that a seven year old acted similarly to the twenty year old Kakarot.
Clearly, he had taken more of a liking to Raditz than Vegeta. Raditz really didn't have to wonder why Goten's 'aunt' was less liked than his 'mother'. Anyone who saw Vegeta for more than five minutes could tell that. Raditz certainly wasn't going to shove Goten with Vegeta in some sort of bonding exercise. That would not only be pointless, it would also scare the boy into never trusting Raditz again. Besides, Vegeta had her own little protégé. Raditz could train Goten at her own pace, letting him have fun while doing it instead of forcing him to be the best.
Speaking of the shorter Saiyan, she was training with the other of the artificial 'humans' Bulma had created. She had swapped out her Saiyan armor for a dark blue tank top and black pants. This one was Trunks, the older of the two boys by about a month. His purple hair was wild and flowing, just like Bulma's, which was interesting because half of him was Bulma. He was at least six inches taller than Goten, but that wasn't including Goten's hair, which made up the distance. Vegeta had had some harsh words with her about that when she first sprung him upon her. Of course, Bulma knew exactly how to get to her: her pride. She had hit that one button that could easily get to the princess, even now.
Trunks had definitely taken after Vegeta in the regard of his personality, which Vegeta quite liked. She had immediately begun to train the young protégé in the way of Saiyan combat. Why Raditz wasn't training Goten the same way, the princess would never know, but she didn't. She supposed that was fine, so long as Trunks kept up with his own studies. The boys played together often, so it wasn't like they didn't have fun.
Vegeta had turned the gravity higher up than she knew Trunks was able to handle simply for the purposes of the training. It wouldn't do to have the brat be weak after all and Saiyans loved gravity training. She began training heavily, utilizing her biology to its fullest. Starting off at a hundred fifty times the gravity of Earth, she began her workout regimen. Vegeta remained in her base form, having decided not to use her Super Saiyan abilities to train with Trunks… at first.
However, when she looked over at Trunks, she became aware of the fact that Trunks wasn't really moving very fast. In fact, he was barely moving at all, stepping around with steps like he was trying to walk in shoes three times his size.
"Stop stepping like a clown, brat," Vegeta said, crossing her arms. "You're a proud member of the Saiyan race despite being only a Halfling."
"But, it's so heavy," Trunks said, falling on his face. "Can't I just train without it first?"
"Get up and stop being such a bitch," Vegeta said. "Honestly, it's like you're taking more from some pathetic human than the true heritage of the Saiyans."
"Fine, fine, but can I do that trick Goten and I found out we could do?" Trunks asked.
"Trick?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "We do not refer to our skills as 'tricks', brat. They're techniques. Skills of our heritage and our training. You will refer to them as such from now on."
"Okay, okay," Trunks said, struggling to stand up in the intense (for him) gravity. "I'll just do the 'technique'."
"Good," Vegeta said. "If it will get you to stop bitching, I'll let you do it."
"Great!" Trunks grinned. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and concentrating as he let his power be unleashed. His hair exploded golden, spiking up and standing straight. His eyes turned a weak cobalt, shimmering slightly as a golden colored aura burst from him. In that instant, two things happened. The first was that Trunks seemed to be completely unaffected by the gravity. The second was that Vegeta's jaw dropped so hard, it would have broken the ground if it had hit it.
"Brat!" She shouted when she'd regained her voice, watching Trunks jumping up and running around like on a playground. "Where did you learn to do that?!"
"Uh… from fighting?" Trunks stopped, looking at his charge. "I mean, I just discovered how to do this when we were fighting some weird guy that said he was looking for a "Goku", whatever that is. He started shooting at Goten and he got hurt and I got all mad and then this happened."
"What did this weirdo look like?" Vegeta asked. "And, how did he cause you to unleash the powers said to be locked within Saiyans to sleep for a thousand years."
"Well, he had some robot parts," Trunks said. "And he said he was an ass-ass-in."
"An assassin?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "And, you beat this fool with no trouble whatsoever?"
"Well, no." Trunks looked down. "He started to really hurt us before I got mad an unleashed this power."
"I see," Vegeta crossed her arms. "Well, you'd better not make light of this power you've been given. It is a power only those worthy of it can attain."
"I'll bet I'm even stronger than you with this form." Trunks grinned wide.
"Oh, you think?" Vegeta cracked her knuckles, her trademark cocky smirk coming in in full force. "Well, let's set a little wager, shall we?"
"Wager?" Trunks asked. "What's that?"
"A bet," Vegeta said, her eagerness reaching a level she would probably consider too high were it not for the fact her Saiyan blood was affected by this. "If you can land one blow on my face within five minutes, Raditz and I will take you and Goten to the amusement park for an hour."
"Wait… r-really?" Trunks asked, looking at Vegeta almost as if he was afraid to ask again.
"Of course," Vegeta said. "A Saiyan princess always keeps her word."
"If you're a princess, why're you so short?" Trunks asked, the question purely innocent.
"Being a princess is about power, brat," Vegeta said. "On my homeworld the throne was decided by the strongest member of the race and their bloodline. Obviously, the race is dead, but I am still the princess."
"Well, I'm gonna punch you in the face and become the ruler of your race." Trunks said with an arrogance that literally anyone who knew Vegeta would say was her side of the child. Trunks' tail swished back and forth as he got into a fighting stance.
"Ready," Vegeta said, crossing her arms. "Get set… go!"
Trunks rushed for Vegeta, but the princess grabbed the fist that rushed for her. She flipped Trunks over onto his back. The weight increase made the child crater the ground. Vegeta paid this no mind, however, as Trunks hopped back up and rushed for her again. The princess tilted her head to the side, dodging the blow.
"You're becoming slow," She said, pushing Trunks away with only a little force. Trunks ran for her, faking left and going right. Vegeta, having let her guard down simply to give him at least some chance, wasn't ready for the blow that Trunks managed to land on her face. Vegeta, purely out of reflex, slammed her fist into Trunks' face, sending him crashing into the wall. The shock of the blow, which wasn't far beyond his Super Saiyan powers, sent him out of the form, bringing him tears to his eyes as he rubbed the spot Vegeta's fist collided with him. Sniffles and tears caused Vegeta to become shocked at how she had acted.
Vegeta, in a moment of panic, rushed over to the child, yanking him to his feet. After determining through a good look that he wasn't suffering from broken bones, she regained her cold demeanor.
"Stop crying," She said. "Saiyans, even halfbreeds, never cry."
"B-But, you hit hard," Trunks sobbed once.
"Stop being such a bitch," Vegeta said, deciding to forgo the parenting route Raditz said to use. "Now, go get Goten."
"Wh-Why?" Trunks asked.
"Because we're going to the amusement park, simpleton," Vegeta said. "You managed to pass the training regimen for this time."
"I-I did?" Trunks' crying stopped as he rubbed the tears from his eyes.
"Yes, now stop crying and go get Goten and Raditz," Vegeta said, fixing him with a look. "Unless you'd rather not go to the amusement park?"
"N-No, I'm going!" Trunks ran out as fast as he could, running to Raditz.
Raditz took one look at the boy, determining he wasn't injured. Almost any time with Vegeta would give someone the ability to see the level of injuries as easily as power levels. She turned back to her book, glancing at the purple hared boy.
"What happened?" She asked.
"V-Vegeta said we're going to the amusement park," Trunks said, looking down at the still sleeping Goten. "And that I have to tell you."
"I see," Raditz said. "Well, we will leave shortly. Give me some time to let Goten wake up and we will leave to go."
"Aww, do we have to wait?" Trunks almost whined before Raditz turned to face him.
"We have respect for one another both as fighters and as individuals," Raditz said. "That is what we learned by living on this planet and that is what we are trying to teach you."
"But, it's boring waiting," Trunks whined. "Can't we just go?"
"When Goten wants to do something, he is patient enough to wait for you to finish your training." Raditz said. "You should extend him the same courtesy."
"But Vegeta said—" Trunks said before being cut off.
"Vegeta will learn patience as well," Raditz said. "I am letting Goten sleep. He is tired. Now, go wait or I will not let you go."
Trunks grumbled, but did as his elder Saiyan told him. After some time, Raditz noticed Goten yawn and stretch, waking up.
"Morning, mom," He sleepily smiled at the Saiyan. Raditz, who had always felt too endeared to refuse the child the desire to call her such, pat his head.
"We are going to the amusement park," Raditz said.
"Really?" Goten asked.
"Yes," Raditz said. "Now, go get ready."
"Alright," Goten ran off to his room.
About thirty minutes later, the four touched down near the park, Goten holding onto Raditz and Trunks flying on his own.
"Now, there are some rules we're going to set," Raditz said.
"First," Vegeta said. "You brats listen to us regardless. What we say goes."
"Sounds no different than your training orders," Trunks said, but shied away when Vegeta gave a look that would kill if it could.
"Second," Raditz said. "Don't fight. If someone bothers you, you come to us, got it?"
"Got it," Goten said.
"Third," Vegeta said. "If we're not around and someone messes with you, you beat the fucking shit out of him. Leave nothing but corpses if you can."
"That is the exact opposite of what I said," Raditz said to the shorter pureblood.
"Doesn't matter," Vegeta said. "I'm going to go find some food."
"Have fun you two," Raditz said to the two as they ran off.
"Did you hear about those two finding an assassin looking for Kakarot?" Vegeta asked.
"They ran into an assassin?" Raditz asked.
"Apparently, it was someone Kakarot had fought before," Vegeta crossed her arms. "Bulma told me it was someone who Kakarot and Chi-Chi had encountered when she'd first met them at a tournament."
"I see," Raditz said to her friend. "I didn't get that side of the story."
"Did you also know that Trunks became a Super Saiyan?" Vegeta asked.
"What?" Raditz looked at Vegeta. "You're kidding."
"I am not," Vegeta said.
"Well, clearly Bulma used recent DNA," Raditz said. "She did mention something about that being a possibility."
"That could be a problem," Vegeta said. "But, whatever. He's showing promise as a Saiyan."
"Right," Raditz said as the two went towards the food court. Vegeta, being… well, Vegeta, grabbed enormous loads of turkey and chicken, Raditz partaking in this poultry meal. The two scarfed down the birds, shocking everyone around them.
"You chicks need to slow down, save some for the rest of us," a tough looking man said, walking up to the Saiyans.
"No one asked you," Vegeta said. "Now, leave."
"I think you should stop," The man said. "You're being quite selfish."
"And, you're being quite annoying," Vegeta said. "Leave us alone before I break your neck."
"What did you say, bitch?" The man asked, getting up in Vegeta's face. Vegeta said nothing, giving him an uppercut that knocked him off his feet.
"Never address a princess that way," She said, finishing the chicken and walking away. Raditz sighed, following her as Vegeta walked to where she had a view of the park. Glancing down, she saw Trunks and Goten running to a ride.
"They seem to be having fun," Raditz said. "You wanna go on some rides?"
"No," Vegeta said. "I don't want to go on some dumb rides. Bulma kept getting mad that I kept hitting people that kept asking if we were dating."
"You're such a tsundere, Vegeta," Raditz teased the princess. She had no physical or romantic attraction to the princess and Vegeta didn't have any towards her. But, if there was one way to get under her skin, it was to tease her about it. Raditz knew Vegeta long enough to know just how far to push the princess.
"You're such a dead woman." Vegeta crossed her arms.
"Just know that even when I'm dead, you're still not the tallest member of our group," Raditz grinned, patting Vegeta on the head, snickering to herself as she watch the princess' face turn bright read, both from anger and embarrassment, though anger was far more prominent.
"Say, what's that they're looking at?" Vegeta asked.
"Looks like a poster," Raditz said. "For… a fighting tournament coming soon."
"We're joining that tournament," Vegeta said. "And, so are they."
"Why?" Raditz asked. "You complained the last time we went to one."
"Because," Vegeta said. "I want to fight some actually interesting folk so that I can get in a fight."
"I… guess it wouldn't hurt to let them test their skills there," Raditz shrugged. "But, you've got to tell Trunks not to go Super Saiyan."
"Why should I?" Vegeta demanded.
"Because he's already probably stronger than anyone there," Raditz said.
"Fine, fine," Vegeta grumbled. "I'll make sure he knows."
"Good," Raditz said. "Let's go. We need to see the date."
"Right," Vegeta grinned, clenching her fist. "Let's do that."
Grabbing the boys, Vegeta looked at the poster.
"One week," Vegeta said. "Time to assemble the roster."
"Right," Raditz said. "We're going to have some fun with this, aren't we?"
"I certainly don't doubt that," Vegeta smirked. "It's going to be some of the most fun I've had in a while."
One week later
The group was all riding in the bus that Bulma had flown in to pick them up. Everyone had shown up (though Saishi and Yurin were going merely as spectators since they both knew neither of them had a chance of winning; Lapis and Lazuli were going with Cyborg 21 to spectate because the redhead refused to fight) and was ready. Videl was riding with them because she hadn't told her father she was going or entering. She wanted to face him and prove herself.
Bulma had adopted an armor similar to what Vegeta wore, both Pan and Bra sporting similar armor. Videl was decked out in a gi similar to what her father wore, but in a pinker shade. Vegeta had fished out her Saiyan armor from the drawer, making Raditz put hers on. Trunks was wearing a green gi and Goten an orange one.
Katas had shown, having donned a purple outfit and a white cape.
Bulma had donned several scars, Pan and Bra also looking like grown women now. Pan's hair was now waist length and she still wore her bandana, but this time tied around her arm instead of on her head. Bra had short hair, but had put a bow in the side of it.
"So, is this supposed to help us train for Cold?" Bulma asked.
"It's been seven years," Bra said. "You'd think he'd show by now."
"Don't wish it upon us," Raditz said solemnly. "As bad as Freeza was, Cold is worse."
Bulma, Saishi, and Katas immediately shivered at that, remembering their fight with Freezabac on planet Namek.
"Rumor has it is he has divine help," Vegeta said.
"Divine help?" Bulma asked. "So, even the gods are on his side?"
"Who knows?" Vegeta shrugged. "It doesn't matter. If Shin is anything to go by, we'll be able to handle it. We've all gotten stronger since then and we can take anyone of his level out. Even Raditz, who hasn't trained quite so hard, is still improving."
"That's true," Bulma said. "But, didn't he mention something about there being a rogue Kai?"
"Probably," Vegeta said. "I didn't pay enough attention to his drivel to care."
"Who are you guys talking about?" Trunks asked.
"No one you should worry about," Vegeta said.
"Aw, but we want to fight someone strong," Trunks said.
"This isn't a fight for children," Vegeta growled. "That's not a fight you will be involved in. Do you understand?"
"But—" Trunks began.
"I said no!" Vegeta yelled, startling everyone in the vehicle. Trunks shrunk back, trying to hide his hurt.
Bulma, who had grown attached to the purple haired child, would have said something if she didn't think Vegeta was exactly right. While the princess shouldn't have yelled, she was right; this wasn't a fight Trunks and Goten needed to even be involved in or hear about.
"What if we taught them something for if they ever had to get in a fight with a much stronger opponent?" Pan asked, looking at the princess.
"If you're referring to that ridiculous dance, then forget it," Vegeta said. "The last thing we need is them getting cocky like Chikarot."
"Speaking of our two dead friends," Bulma said. "Have any of you heard from them in the last year?"
"No," everyone said after a pause.
"What could have happened?" Saishi asked. "I'm sure that they haven't been killed again."
"Maybe they're on another mission," Bra shrugged. "They wouldn't be able to contact us if that's the case, right?"
"True," Bulma said. "Oh well, I guess they're fine."
At the spot for the tournament
The vehicle landed, Bulma putting it back in its capsule. She placed the capsule back in her pocket, walking with the others.
"Children's Division Sign Up," Raditz read the sign over one of the two sign-in desks some distance away.
"Whaaaat?!" Trunks whined. "We gotta fight with kids?!"
"Be grateful, brat," Vegeta said. "You won't get your teeth kicked in by one of us."
"You wouldn't kick my teeth in," Trunks said with some sass. Vegeta rolled her eyes. They walked past the desks to reserve themselves some seats when they heard a commotion.
"What do you mean I have to fight with kids?!" A child's voice shouted as the sound of a desk being smashed was heard. "I came here to fight with adults!"
Looking at the child, who was a female upon closer inspection, she was wearing a black pair of boots with gold bands around them. She had on green pants that had a hint of blue and a blue shirt that had a hint of green. She wore a white belt and had a brown belt on as well. She wore two earrings that seemed a little old for her and her eyes were black. Her hair was black and spiky, sticking up a little more in the front and being smoother in the back.
"See, brat," Vegeta said. "You might get to fight that other ungrateful brat. They may give you a fight."
"Fine, fine," Trunks pouted. "I'll fight her. But, it's not a big deal that she can smash a desk."
"Good," Vegeta said. "But, go easy on her at first. You have to lull her into a false sense of security so you can smash her into the ground."
"Alright!" Trunks said. "But, I want a good fight."
"Well go sign up then," Vegeta shoved him in the right direction. "And, take Goten."
"You should work on your parenting skills," Bulma crossed her arms.
"Do you really think I had a good example growing up?" Vegeta crossed her own, looking at Bulma. "Best example was Raditz' father, but I never saw him much."
"Mother was a better influence," Raditz said. "She had some decent intelligence to go along with it."
"Oh, that's right," Vegeta said. "She made the false moon technique."
Trunks ran towards the sign-up table, pulling Goten along with him. The adults watched him and Goten, Vegeta noting the presence of two bigger children. She shrugged, following the rest towards the seats, figuring Trunks could handle himself.
Trunks ran over to the table, which was empty, pulling Goten. He looked at the sheet, noticing only three names, only one of them being in an odd handwriting. He wrote their names down, heading toward the arena.
However, the boys from before came and stood in front of them.
"You little kids lost?" One of them, a kid with a mullet almost, said.
"We signed up for the stupid kid tournament," Trunks grumbled. "Now, get out of our way so we can find our friends."
"Aww, hear that Sharpna?" The kid asked. "He said he's looking for his friends."
"More like their mommy," Sharpna, the kid with long blonde hair, said. "Oh well. Let's trounce him, Ikosa so I can find Erasa again."
"In a sec," Ikosa said. "Lemme see how much to hit 'em,"
"Look, I don't want to break you," Trunks said, stepping in front of Goten, who seemed a bit confused at the actions. "So, just back off."
"Or what?" Ikosa got in Trunks' face.
"He said to back off," A voice said, its owner walking up in front of him. "And, that means you need to leave. Otherwise, I'll break you."
Trunks and Goten noticed that it was the girl from earlier, the one who'd smashed the desk. Up close, they could see that she was quite tough looking, definitely more so than her feat suggested. She was taller than Trunks and looked to be a couple, if not three or four years older. She stood at about the height of Sharpna. Oddest of all was the halo she had on.
"Oh yeah," Ikosa said. "And, what are you gonna do if I don't?"
"Break all your bones," The girl shrugged as if it would take her no effort at all to do so. She cracked her knuckles, glaring at them both.
"We ain't scared of you, kid," Ikosa said, leaning into her face. "Now, you better move before I rearrange your face. I ain't got no problems with rearranging a girl's face."
"The problem is you'll never even lift a finger before I put your head through that wall," The girl said, grabbing Ikosa's shirt and pulling him down to her eye level. Ikosa threw a punch, but before it could even close half the distance, the girl, seemingly without much effort, shoved him back into the wall that was a hundred feet back. Ikosa smashed through it, landing on the ground in a daze with quite a few bones broken.
The girl turned to Trunks, looking him and Goten over. Trunks, who had recovered from his jaw hitting the ground, looked at her.
"You're pretty strong," Goten said, pointing. "Are you fighting in the tournament?"
"I wanted to fight adults," The girl said. "These guys are too easy to beat."
"Hey, that guy behind you doesn't look happy," Trunks said, watching as Sharpna had grabbed a rock, hurling it at the girl. However, almost so fast that neither Trunks nor Goten could see it, her brown belt uncoiled from around her waist, swatting the rock, which shattered it. It then wrapped back around her waist.
"How'd you do that?" Goten asked, awestruck. "You're fast."
"Practice," The girl shrugged. "So, where are your parents?"
"Uh, they went to get seats before signing up," Goten said.
"And, they're not our parents." Trunks said.
"What?" The girl asked. "Well, whatever. You two look strong. I can't wait to fight you guys in the tournament."
"I can't believe we have to only fight with kids," Trunks said.
"We could sneak into the adult fights," The girl shrugged. "I already wrote my name down on the adult one. They just haven't seen it yet."
"That sounds good," Goten said. "But, won't our parents get mad?"
"We'll see," The girl said with a grin, shrugging. "So, what are you guys' names?"
"I'm Goten," Goten said, pointing at himself. "And, that's my brother, Trunks."
"Nice ta meet ya," The girl grinned. "You can call me Sonushi. Now, let's go get ready to fight."
Sonushi walked toward the arena, her walk one of confidence and strength. Trunks, awestruck by the sheer prowess she seemed to possess, followed her. Goten led up the rear, jogging a little to keep up.
Next time on Dragon Ball F, the tournament has officially begun, with the children's division beginning first. What will happen? Will Goten or Trunks take the title? Will this mysterious child, Sonushi take it? Find out on Dragon Ball F!