You know a good plus to working a night shift job? Besides the abundance of $1 bills (That's just a joke.) The fact that when it's dead at work, I can remote control my computer and write from work now. At least when nothing is happening.
Good times. Helps with both this and my Volume CRBN story.
… Don't tell my boss, brave heroes. Please.
"HA!" Two sets of index fingers dart in, meeting their opposites at the tip.
Goten blinks, showing no real reaction other than an open mouth. Trunks, with his face scrunched, one eye narrowed and other wide. A dark blue haired Raunch's head is tilted nearly sideways, looking confused. "..."
The three children stand shortest to tallest. Before them stands their two teachers, the funny acting father, Goku, and the stern mentor, Piccolo. Both stand beside one another, leaned in to each other, connecting their index fingers.
Goku smiles wide. "Alright, that's the movements, so that will be what we work on first!" He stands tall, though his shoulders droop.
Beside him, Piccolo stands and walks off grumbling. He makes it to the peanut gallery, glaring over his shoulder towards the dead man. Krillin chuckles by him. "Wow, that looked just fun! How was it?" His tone mocking, showing his amusement at the Namek's expense.
The green man turns his glare on the monk, who stifles further laughter with his hand. A grunt answers, Piccolo glancing back over at Goku. He notices sweat dripping down the man's face.
"You notice it too, Piccolo?" Master Roshi asks from the side.
"Yeah... Dende healed him, but he's still worn out. That Super Saiyan 3 must be extremely taxing."
The group watches the deceased man teaching the children the technique, slowly getting them to follow the movements. Despite the easy going smile, he continues to breath heavily. His tired smile grows as the children begin to take genuine interest.
"Fu!" The four voices all say, performing the same movements. Goku speaks up with the four all standing frozen. "Trunks, you're moving too quickly. Goten, you need to end with your arms directly out. Your arms are too low. Raunch, you need all fingers extended for the first movement."
"-sion!" All four hike their leg up, bringing their arms across and clenching their hands. Immediately, Goten wiggles for balance, Raunch balances herself, but her body is tilted, and Trunks' posture slouches with a pout.
The man begins instructing them, the onlookers watching on.
. . .
"And this monster, Buu, is currently attacking cities? No opposition? Right now?" The near emotionless voice questions. Android 17 stands still, no telling reaction asides from a blink of his eyes.
"That's right!" Yamcha exclaims. "Right now, I'm gathering the dragon balls, but needed to stop to tell everyone who wasn't already aware."
17's gaze glances off, slight thought. "This HAS been the longest peace we've had. I'm surprised it took this long."
Yamcha tenses up, laughing nervously. "Well, you seem unaffected by the loss of life."
"Humans are typically worthless, so it's no issue of mine." 17 speaks easily, turning away from the human. "But, I do have a job to protect the wildlife, and this Majin Buu is certainly a problem." He looks over his shoulder at the other man. "You said that the Saiyans were picked apart already?"
"Yeah. Seems so." Yamcha holds up a bag. "I've got three balls so far. Gotta keep going. The next ball isn't far off from Tien, so I'll talk with them."
17 raises a brow. "Actually, would you send them this way?"
"Huh? What for?"
"If they look after the animals for me, I can come help. Sounds fun." 17 ponders, then shrugs. "Up to you, though."
"Oh! Yeah, sure. I'll slip that one to him." His power flares, taking off to the sky. "See you on the battlefield!"
As the man disappears off into the distance, 17 simply stares off in his direction. "It's cute he thinks he can last in a fight."
. . .
"HA!"
Goku, along with all three children, lean harshly in the final pose, fingers pointing. The man breathes heavily, but keeps a beaming smile. He straightens himself, groaning as sweat builds on him. The kids do the same. "Alright, you'll also need to practice the movements going the other as well. Obviously, you need to reflect the other side."
Trunks' face twists, pouting. "Aw, man. This is so lame. I gotta do it both ways?"
Goten hops up and down, raising a hand. "Oh! Oo oo oo! I'll take the right, and you can have the left, Trunks!" He excitedly lines up to Trunk's right.
"Hold on! I thought I was the right side!" A blue haired Raunch sulks, standing just behind the two. She she directs a teary pout at the rich boy. "Tell him, Trunks!"
Trunks leans away, like he'd been standing too close to a fire. "Uh..."
"Actually, Raunch? I got a question." Goku crouches, standing before the girl. She blinks and nods. "Are you right handed or left?"
"I'm a righ-fty!" Mid-word, her hair shifted from midnight blue to brown, her expression from open to annoyed.
The dead man scratches his cheek, blinking confused. "Um, one at a time, please."
"I'm a lefty." The gruff girl answers plainly. Instantly, her eyes soften, hair shifting dark once again. "and I'm right hand- ohh!" She smiles. "I'll be right with Trunks, and left with Goten!"
"EXACTLY! Alright. Before we continue practicing the movements, we need to go over syncing power levels!" Despite the cheer and excitement among the practicing saiyans, there was an air of dread amongst the others. Could this really help with Buu? A better question, just what's Buu up to right now anyhow?
As if in answer, a voice calls out in everyone's mind...
"People of this pathetic world, listen to me!"
. . .
Best! Moment! Ever!
There's nothing quite like the delicious warm taste of a chocolate volcano brownie! With a cherry on top? Mm-MMM good! Put some on your head and your tongue'd slap your brains out tryna get to it!
The brownie floats in the air, slathered in dark brown sauce. A child like giggle comes out as it disappears in a wide gaping maw of a mouth. Buu chomps down. Listening closely, a feint scream could be heard, muffling behind the chomps and smacks of Buu's lips.
A shrill scream pierces the moment like an an arrow. A wrinkled lady screams and cries as she's suspended in the air by the pink monster's power. "Hmmm..." He grumbles, the moment being tainted. "You rude! Didn't you learn not to interrupt a meal! CANDY!"
His head tentacle twitches forward, a pink electric-like beam firing forth. The woman's cries die out as she's warped, shifted, and disappears in a poof! The smoke clears and shows-
Best! Moment! Ever!
There's nothing quite like the sweetness of beautiful red velvet cake! With double icing drizzled on top! Mm-MMM good! Put some on your face! Your teeth'll chew your cheeks in tryna get to it!
The slice of red velvet hangs in the air, slowly wiggling down onto his giant tongue out. In the jaws it goes, the smack of chewed food. "Mmmmmmm."
"Buu! Would you please quit playing with your food!" Babidi grumbles, floating down beside the giant monster. "Seriously, We just threaten the world, and one of those brats even got uppety with me! We have to go check out this... West place or whatever! Come on!"
Buu's chewing stops, as if the joy of the moment had been drained immediately. His lips pucker in a pout. Not even the amazing velvet could help. Strange though, because every time the wizard opens his mouth, that weird strange man's voice answers.
"Follow some advice, the strongest opponents don't serve anyone but those they choose."
"Are you listening you fat gum ball! Finish your food!" The shriveled alien's grimace turned to a sick grin. "Then, you get go gobble up some more of those pathetic, inconsequential cretins!"
Buu perks up, glancing the wizard's direction. "Hmm... Are they really strong like the last guy?"
"Oh, I'm sure they're nothing to you, but we might as well show them just who you are! Now, come on!"
"..."
Anger takes the wizard's face like a storm. "Buu, are you even listening-"
"No." The pink monster states simply.
Babidi flinches back from the word. "W-what? No to what? Not listening? Talk with at least some level of intelligence- AH!"
In a split second, a large yellow gloved fist fires out. The hand grabs onto the wizard's neck like a vice. Babidi chokes out, hands slapping at the glove and trying feebly to pull it off. "Ck! Buu! N-"
Buu grins innocently at the man. "Buu gonna fill up on a nice meal, and Buu go find strong guys! Buu gonna have fun, but you want order Buu." Buu's slanted eyes open as a sick grin beams forward. "You no fun. You go dead!"
"Buu, please. NO!"
The monster keeps a grin, its other arm raising and sparking with pink ki. "Bye Bye!" The fist flies, and Babidi's head vaporizes on impact. The wizard's body lurches back from the strike before hanging limply in the glove. "Aw, you no strong at all. You mean to Buu." The pink monster tosses the corpse aside... right before the remaining citizens of the city around him.
"AHHH GOD!" Several screams start upon seeing the body fall. The shouts cut out as Buu turns towards them with his ever present smile.
"Buu free man now! Time to celebrate!" And the pink beam fires from him, overtaking the nearest person. Their body warps and disappears in smoke. The dust clears to reveal...
Buu gasps with excitement!
Best! Moment! Ever!
There's nothing quite like the combination treat of a syrup covered banana split sundae-
. . .
All good things must come to an end. "Hello, Hello~" The raspy old feminine voice calls out. The people of the Lookout all glance over in surprise, seeing none other than Fortune Teller Baba. She floats down near the Saiyans. "Times up. You got to go, Goku."
"You're kidding! It hasn't been that long, has it?!" Goku exclaims, the children and group taking notice.
"No, you can't take him yet! It hasn't been close to a whole day!" Chichi exclaims.
The elder lady simply stared back with a simple reply. "That stunt with your Super Saiyan forms burned up the remainder of your time. I'm sorry, Goku, but your time is over."
"Uh, Baba?" The group glances over at Master Roshi. "Not to put you on the spot, but you should know the situation with that Majin Buu, right? It would be nice to have just a little more time with Goku to prepare."
The Saiyan in question nods and beams a smile back at the old woman. "That's right! I mean, even the Supreme Kai was forced to go to Other World to prepare, so can't we just bend the rules just this once?" He ends with his hands in a pleading gesture.
"At least give him enough time to help the kids perfect the fusion technique!" Krillin chimes in.
The old lady began inching back with each outburst. "The rules are set by King Yemma. I got no other part in this."
"Pleeeeeaaaaaaase?" Goku pleads, getting uncomfortably close.
The woman flinches back atop her crystal ball, "Alright, fine! You get ONE hour! That's it!"
For just that moment, the entire group breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived, as Piccolo directed himself back to Goku. "Alright, then let's make good on our time left."
The group continued their activities. Goku, with the assistance of Piccolo, Krillin, Raditz, and Gine, continued to train the three children. Nappa joined Dende, discussing Majin Buu's whereabouts. Thanks to their vision, they found that Yamcha has obtained five of the seven balls!
However, training hit a lull as Goku noticed the three children stare at him. He blinks back, relatively clueless. They simply stopped the training for a request... They wanted to see Goku transform to a Super Saiyan 3...
. . .
Of course he had said yes, and it demolished any time the old lady had generously given him. So, mere minutes later saw the man, Goku, standing back in Other World, right in King Yemma's palace. He waved at the old lady. "Thanks Baba!"
He began walking, taking a quick look around. "That's right. Now, to find where Gohan is! I bet the Supreme Kai has something really special with him. Now, let's see..." His senses extend out. His face falls, a look of confusion, yet focus.
"It's very faint, but I can feel him. Yep, that's Gohan." His lip curls to a smirk. "Well, I might be out from helping the kids, but I know they'll be fine." He giggles a touch, almost giddy. "Heck, is Gohan already stronger than before? Oh man! I'm excited to see what he's doing!"
His fingers come up for Instant Transmission, concentration taking over. "Alright. Here. I-"
. . .
"-Co-EEE!" He yelps as he narrowly dodges a blade. The metal swipes, taking the ends of some of the man's longest hairs. He stumbles back, hyperventilating from the close call. "Whoa! Same team!"
His son flinched back, eyes wide with shock. "Wha- Dad?! Where did you come from?!"
The land around them was lush. Absolutely beautiful. The green landscape and crystal clear waters show the scene of perfect serene beauty. Goku then noticed that his son now wore a new outfit altogether, almost a direct copy of the Supreme Kai's. The next thing to notice was the THICK sword firmly held within his son's grasp.
Goku's stare on it remained as he chuckled. "I, uh... thought I would drop in?"
"Goku?!" The Saiyan twists about, seeing Shin standing in shock off to the side. "What are you doing here? You're back in the world of the dead already?"
The Saiyan chuckles nervously, having almost been beheaded... "Well, yeah... I felt Gohan and figured, 'hey I'll help him train.' Didn't expect to nearly lose my head."
"You appeared in the middle of my slash- eh!" He moved in his flustered response, losing some grip on the sword. He catches his stance just as the blade tip embeds into the ground. "Ow..."
Goku raises a brow at the sword. "So, taking after Trunks there? What's that? Looks heavy."
His son's chuckle answered before he hauls the weapon up from the ground, directing thw blade at his father. "This is what the Supreme Kai thinks will help me defeat Majin Buu."
"Whoa, really?" Goku perks up, inspecting the blade once more. "Cool!"
"Yep! It's called the Z Sword!" The teen proclaims excited.
. . .
Hours had passed, training further and further as the children were worked to the bone. The group upon the Lookout began to have the chants of "Fu-Sion-Ha!"stuck in their heads. Despite this, spirits were higher than expected. This was mostly due to interest in the final result. A final result that would be tested at this moment.
"Alright! This is a first run of the technique!" Piccolo shouts out. In the open grounds of the floating palace, Raunch and Trunks stood apart from one another. "Are you two ready to become one?"
The two kids nodded, focusing and sharing a glance at one another. "Yeah! Let's do this!" Trunks shouts out, cocky. A blue haired Raunch smiled wide, excited.
"Okay then, sync your power levels and your breathing!" The teacher ordered.
Each of the two kids took a deep breath. A shimmer in the air before blue auras powered around them. Gusts of wind flew from them, though it barely bothered the harsh teacher. Each of the kids opened their eyes, staring forward concentrated.
"Okay. Now fuse!" Piccolo orders.
Raunch looks left towards Trunks, the boy looking right back at her. They each smirk before arms extending out from one another. Their arms wave over as they step in. "Fu." They speak together.
Quickly, they hike their outer legs in, arms snapping out from the center. "Sion!" They step out woth their hiked legs, leaning in and connecting their index fingers together. Only... "HA!"
The half Saiyans disappear in a blinding ray of light. The group attempts to shield themselves from the shine, only for it to die out as soon as it began. Piccolo, however, stared on with narrowed eyes. "Damn it."
The smoke cleared to reveal a... uh...
Goten's gaped mouth turns to a snicker. "Hehe-" he smacks the hands over his mouth, containing giggles, though it's bad, as he begins to break. Begins? No, he breaks entirely into a burst of laughter, pointing and all. "Hahahaha! You look like you weigh as much as all three of us!"
The being standing before them was wide, no muscle definition, a ball of fat. With black shoes, an orange wrap around the ankle, white pants, an orange-red sash hanging off the side, orange wristbands, and a strange vest, brown in main color and an off yellow bordering. Stranger was the boy like face with long eyelashes. His, er, her, erm, the hair had lavender bangs framing both sides of the face with midnight blue hair straight around the sides. The hair was shoulder length.
Despite this, the massive child stood and spoke. "Did it work?"
"No!" Piccolo spat out. "Trunks, your movements were too fast, taking the lead. You also twisted your arm wrong after hiking the leg. Raunch, you held movements and tried to let Trunks lead. You two have to move together!" He grumbled under his breath a moment. "Oh, uh, what do we call you, for the record?"
The fat child blinks at him, having taken the verbal lashing with little attention, mostly on themselves. "Oh, I'm Raunks..."
"BWAHAHAHAHA!" Goten fell over just looking at the being. The combination of Trunks and Raunch's voices tickling him.
"Argh, just wait the half hour til you defuse!"
. . .
Once more, two children stand together. This time, Goten stands on the right, looking to his left at a brunette Raunch. The girl scowled with a flustered blush. Of course her cousin left no laughs out of his experience of the previous fusion.
Piccolo once more stood afar from them. "Alright! Do it!"
The two breath in and out. A single grunt came as their auras exploded over them, wind blowing out. Arms out, over and in, as they step in. "Fu." They hike their legs, arms snapping outward. "Sion!" Stepping out and leaning in, their hands come together... as neither matches their fingers, fists bumping. "Ha!"
The two children disappear in the same light as before, Trunks blinking one eye closed behind Piccolo. The light disperses, as the entire group upon the Lookout gets their look at take two.
Well... It wasn't fat. This time, a shriveled skinny body with no strength. The eyes were wide with panic as it's arms hung limp. Long eyelashes again, this one had spiky unkempt black hair, with streaks of light brunette within some hair spikes, and one framing bang of light brown.
The outfit was the same general aesthetic. Black shoes, brown wrap around the ankles, white pants, a brown sash, brown wristbands. The vest this time was orange-red with the same strange bulbous bordering, this time a more golden amber colored.
Piccolo growled frustrated before shouting out. "Goten, you leaned too far, over reaching. You bumped your hand into Raunch's. Wait it out and we'll try again!" He sighed, then looked back. "And what's your name, then?"
The shriveled kid hunched over, wincing. The overlapped voices inside him had sounded aged, hoarse. "Go-... Gonch..."
Trunks leaned slightly away, grimacing and looking disgusted. "More like Rauten... ew."
. . .
Another hour gone... Another attempt to be done. Piccolo stands at attention, arms crossed, a scowl etched into him at this point. Behind him, a brown haired Raunch stands with a pout. The previous fusion had ended, immediately turning to brawl between the kids blaming each other... that Piccolo ended with giving a single THWACK to each child's head.
Piccolo stared on, his commanding presence projected. "Alright! Let's do it right, this time! I want to see you two do it right, you got it?!"
Before him stands the two boys. Trunks looks right to Goten, Goten glances left to Trunks. The hum together before releasing a roar. Their powers explode into blue auras. A tornado of wind pulses around them as they extend their arms out.
Arms over and inward. "Fuuuuu..." Out leg hikes, arms snap out. "Sion!" Piccolo's eyes harden, evaluating each and every gesture. Their legs step out, bodies leaning in as their index fingers connect, alignment flawless. "HA!"
A powerful flash blinds the onlookers, leaving them in anticipation. The forms of the two boys merge, a final flash of light bursting. The wind blows outward, revealing a single individual in the center. Black shoes, dark teal ankle wraps, white pants, dark teal sash, darker teal wristbands, and the same style of vest, blue now with a saturated yellow bordering at the shoulders and collar.
The boy's hair spiked up, sides of his head lavender while the top and back are black. His glances over with onyx eyes, smirking. No physical flaws. His power sparks around him, an athletic physique. He grins at them, Goten and Trunks' voices overlapped. "Oh, yeah!"
Piccolo's mouth parted in shock, but formed into a grin. "Good job. It worked."
Raunch behind him gawked, eyes wide. "Whoa..."
The fusion snickers back, cocky in all expressions. "Have no fear, everyone..." He flexes, a flash of power blasting out. "Cause Gotenks is here!"
Alright, so getting closer to the actual nit and gritty of the fight. This might be the last fluffy chapter before getting back to at least some action. Unlike Cell or the Androids, there's not much material for me to work with between these moments. Can't interject more androids or a B plot. Gah!
Powers:
Gohan – 25,000,000
Just to illustrate some of Gohan's power increase, Gohan got significantly stronger in his base form before ever undergoing the Elder Kai ritual. When Goku first arrived in canon, Goku showed Gohan a good stance to practice slashes, showing he could swing the sword better than Gohan at that moment, if only barely. This keeps with Goku and Vegeta both having surpassed Gohan up until that point.
However, before the Z Sword was broken, Gohan went from barely maintaining a stance and solid swings like Goku to managing leaps, flips, and flurries of nimble slashes. This is a raw base increase of power in a short time, and shows that by the time the sword broke, Gohan's base form surpassed Goku's and Vegeta's by a significant amount. More on this later, but the point is that it's possible the Elder Kai ritual ONLY unlocks Ultimate/Mystic Form and does nothing else to the other forms.
Gotenks – 240,000,000
Take two powers, combine them, multiply by 100 for the standard fusion multiplier. A base fusion of characters who are even is equal to 2x one of their SS2 forms or 4x one of their SS1 forms. Super Saiyan Goten is 60 million, so four times that is base Gotenks.
Also Gonch for Goten and Raunch, then Raunks for Raunch and Trunks. All three fusions for the same power level.
Reviews:
TheDarkChronist – I have fusion plans... all in good time. Also, GASP! Vegeets and Bulma is my favorite canon ship. How dare... But an understandable reason. Although, it would be weird if Goku got with the girl who showed him her "dirty fanny" when they first met...
Reaver216 – I love fusion concepts with the androids, as if you ask me, it would work without issue, but the characters wouldn't know that truly. One of my other stories had an android saiyan fusion too. Ah, I remember Treven (F. Trunks and 17). Nostalgia for me.
SuperSaiyajin4Vegeta – Don't get me wrong, there are some franchise perfect moments in Super. DBS Broly is fantastic, even if every part of it is an apology to things the anime did. The universe 6 vs 7 tournament was for the most part great.
But, yeah, the retcons absolutely drive me up a wall to the point of wanting it all to disappear. Like how when 17 and Goku met, 17 told Goku that his bomb being removed is why he wasn't still evil (This was manga exclusive. Not in the anime).
So, the only reason android 16 never attacked Goku at the Cell Games was because Bulma removed his bomb... not out of respect for life. Not out of free will. Not out of individuality. Because 'evil' programming is tied to something 'evil' like a weapon. Further explanation in the manga was that if Goku died, then the order to kill would move on to other humans. So the present androids are different from the future ones because Goku was still alive, and then once he was gone, their bombs were gone. They never had free will. Character dilemma of choice and free will? What's that?
One chapter is all it took for Super to absolutely destroy every moral and character point for Android 16 and taint rewatching of the Cell Saga. Things like that are why Super can go FUCK itself.
Vukk – Honestly, Kid Trunks and Mai, while definitely creepy since Mai is technically older than Bulma, isn't nearly as bad. She falls into the childlike development and it's like restarting for her, so it's whatever.
My issues with the adult counterparts is that it makes Future Trunks too much like Kid Trunks, which hurts Future Trunks cause they SHOULD be different. That, and Mai is the same physical age as Trunks, meaning the wish that turned Pilaf's gang into children turned them into approximately 6 month olds before the androids killed future piccolo. Give Future Trunks a new character or, hell, even give him Future Erasa or something. I'll take that instead too.
There is no convincing me that they would survive being that young and unable to support themselves in an android world. That is retarded.
Plus, Mai surviving Black's attack... God I miss when Dragon Ball could kill people. Remember Mercenary Tao? Trunks cutting Frieza to pieces? Nappa chopping Tien's arm off? God, I remember when a villain could successfully kill a human...
Lord0 – I actually really like Videl and Gohan, since it mirrors a lot of superhero type stories. The love interest trying desperately to learn more about the hero while also appreciating and learning about the human side of the hero as a consequence.
That said, Videl was essentially wiped from the story the moment she and Gohan got together. She should really be a fighter still after learning from Gohan, but instead she's just a mom like Chichi. That kills me.
AzulSora – While that is technically possible, there is no other time in the franchise where there was a zenkai boost or power up occurring through death. If that IS the case, not only does it not matter at all after the fact, but characters have always gotten stronger after surviving and recovering, not gaining a boost through death. (just the act of death then revival, not talking about training in the after life)
Goku even complements Vegeta in his mind being amazed at how Vegeta has managed to train so hard. Goku is complementing Vegeta himself, not attributing it to just the majin form. So yeah, it's possible that Vegeta just retained any power gained, but not only would that be an extreme anomaly in the franchise, but also makes the entire argument pointless since we know he ends equal to Goku regardless then.
