Red Ribbon Army Headquarters

Commander Red sat in his chair - which was elevated - with impatient glee. Tao Pai Pai would soon return with the bounty stolen from his subordinates, bringing the total number of Dragon Balls within his possession up to 5. The dictator couldn't help but smile with excitement as he drummed his fingers together, eager to see the next three jewels added to his collection. His excitement would only mount as a door opened, earning the attention of his ever-present staff officer.

"Sir, Colonel Violet has returned," Staff Officer Black announced, causing the small man to spin around in his chair to face the returning subordinate.

"Asset secured, sir," The purple-haired colonel saluted, holding out the five-star Dragon Ball. "Sorry it took so long."

"Forgiven, Colonel," Red waved off as he held the Dragon Ball in his hand, inspecting it with his one good eye. "Fine work in retrieving my prize. Soon Tao Pai Pai will be back and we'll have 6 in total!"

"A good thing the late General Blue was able to procure the enemy's radar," Violet commented. "The search would've taken 10 times as long."

"Commander!" One of the soldiers called out. "The Dragon Balls at Karin Sanctuary are on the move, heading this way!"

"Excellent!" Commander Red responded with even more glee. "Tao Pai Pai has my bounty secured! A shame he had to visit a tailor, but I respect the guy's need for presentation. The wait will be worth it!"

Open Air, Far North East

Kinto'un darted across the sky with it's two masters and passengers stood atop with a determined look in their eyes. The only difference was that Caulifla had a makeshift scabbard and bandolier on her that was carrying the discarded scimitar Tao Pai Pai had used to cut off a small portion of her hair. She thought it would come in handy, and since Gokū has his Nyoibō, it's only fair that she get a weapon of her own. Gokū meanwhile began mulling over his adventure over the past week. The raid of Muscle Tower nearby Jingle Village, the trip to Bulma's home at Capsule Corporation, The underwater pirate's hideout, and most recently, their encounter at Karin Sanctuary. Gokū then thought back to Muscle Tower and soon to the conversation he and Caulifla had with Eighter.

"To answer your question, Dr. Gero was a mean man who made mean machines for the Red Ribbon Army. His wife and son don't seem as mean, but I've only seen them in the distance when I was brought online for testing."

"Do you know if they like working for the Red Ribbon Army?" Caulifla asked, now curious as well.

"They didn't look happy," Eighter answered. "They looked sad while Dr. Gero looked mean and said mean things."

"So, mad scientist with an unwilling wife and son caught in the mix," Caulifla mused, rubbing her chin. "Do you know what they look like?"

"Dr. Gero is an old man with long white hair and a big mustache," Android 8 answered, holding his index finger over his lip to exemplify his point. "His wife is a younger woman with long curly red hair, and their son is a tall muscly man with a red mohawk."

"Caulifla, why're you asking these questions?" Gokū asked his friend.

"Remember how Suno said these guys kidnapped the townsfolk to help look for the Dragon Ball around here?" Caulifla elaborated. "Maybe not all these Red Ribbon guys are working willingly. Some were just pulled into this because of one reason or another."

"I think I see what you're getting at," Gokū nodded, now rubbing his chin. "Not everyone in this group are bad guys. The guys we took out at least were total jerks."

"The Red Ribbon Army likes to recruit bad people," Eighter added, hearing the conversation. "They only capture good people if they don't have enough bad people. Sometimes good people are family with bad people like with Dr. Gero."

"Hey Gokū," Caulifla spoke up, snapping the boy from his musings. "What're you thinking about?"

"Just thinking back to the chat we had with Eighter," Gokū answered. "About how the Red Ribbon recruits good guys when they can't find any bad guys."

"Funny," Caulifla hummed. "I was thinking the same thing. We should pick carefully who we pummel. Give them a chance to run, but fight back if they decide to stay."

"Sounds like a good call," Gokū nodded. "Give 'em a chance to be better after all this."

The two were snapped from their conversation when a mechanical whirr followed up beside them. Gokū took out his Nyoibō and Caulifla her appropriated scimitar, but the two relaxed when they saw it was a little drone, and on one of the wings was a little chibi drawing of a girl with blue eyes and lavender hair making a winky face and holding a victory sign.

"Oh hey, it's Bulma's," Gokū sighed as he recognized the drawing, and therefore guessed Bulma built it. "Why have this thing following us though?"

"Spy on us for whatever reason?" Caulifla shrugged. "She's a weirdo, you know that?"

"Yeah, she's definitely a weirdo," Gokū nodded before waving at the flying camera drone.

Kame House

Muten Rōshi, blonde-haired Lunch, and Bulma - the latter two wearing 20 kilogram shells on their backs - all huddled around the small CRT TV that the hermit had in his house and smiled to see that Gokū and Caulifla were alive and well, and Bulma's smile grew wider when the two waved.

"See? I told you they were alright!" Bulma cheered as the screen had shown.

"Hohoho, indeed!" Rōshi exclaimed with delight, seeing his two star pupils alive. "You truly are a brilliant one, Bulma. Putting together this setup with just some scrap I had lying around, next you'll tell me you can make a helicopter out of coconuts and bamboo."

"Oh please!" Bulma chuckled. "You've been watching too much TV. Although-"

"You know where they're headed though?" the Kame-Sennin interrupted.

"Oh. I dunno," Bulma shrugged. She reached for a dial on the box resting atop the TV. "Lemme check the map."

The screen switched from a live feed of Gokū and Caulifla to a topographic map, showing their trajectory heading southwest.

"They're heading to the location of these three Dragon Balls," Bulma answered, pointing at where her drone was flying in relation to the signal of the other three artifacts.

"Couldn't bother to stop by and say 'hi?'" Rōshi muttered, displeased to see his students not wanting to pay a visit.

"That location…" Lunch muttered as she held her chin in a state of pondering. "I'm no cartographer, but the coordinates where those three balls are at, that's also the same location of the Red Ribbon Army HQ."

"Wait-What?!" Both Bulma and Rōshi cried out in unison.

"Can you double-check?" Rōshi asked, now visibly worried.

"I'm checking right now!" Bulma called out as she pulled forward a keyboard to input the coordinates for her little drone. The TV screen switched from the map screen back to the live feed, and sure enough, over the horizon was the Red Ribbon headquarters compound, countless sentry guns lining the outer walls, several runways lined with aircraft, hangar bays likely housing a plethora of vehicles and ordinance, and a large repurposed castle, likely serving as their primary base of operations. Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat as she saw the fortifications below. "Uh, you were right…"

"Don't tell me those two are going into that…?!" Rōshi muttered with trepidation.

"Those squirts are gonna be in for it," Lunch muttered, seeing all the firepower on display. A thin stream of smoke emitted from one of the compound's walls and arced up into the sky, until it was very clearly a missile aimed at the drone Bulma deployed, and the image had gone static. "Oh, that ain't good."

"They're strong, but not strong enough to defeat an entire army," Rōshi sighed. "We need to help them."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Lunch spoke up. "Your old sub is 500 fathoms down and under 5 metric kilotons of rubble."

"I got it!" Bulma exclaimed, smacking her fist atop her hand. "I'll contact Yamcha!"

"But I don't have a phone," Rōshi retorted.

"Well I'll build one! I can repurpose this surveillance array for that!"

With that, Bulma began tearing down the surveillance assembly she had put together and began repurposing it into a telephone. One could even see a coconut rolling away from the chaos stirred by the lavender-haired genius.

"Guess further training is gonna be put on hold," Lunch sighed as she hefted her shell off her back, letting it fall with a dull clatter, drawing out her capsule case to check her inventory. "I really need to get an aircraft. Plane, jetcopter, anything really."

"Done!" Bulma cheered as she presented her quick handiwork with a gesture and a 'Ta-da!' The fanfare was short-lived as she picked up the earpiece and began dialing into the repurposed keypad. "Hello, dad? It's me, Bulma. Is Yamcha there?"

"Oh hey, Bulma!" Dr. Briefs greeted from the other end of the line. "Long time no speak, eh? I came up with a hilarious joke that-"

"This is no time for your terrible dad jokes!" Bulma snapped into her earpiece, earning a disappointed sigh from her father. "Just put Yamcha on the phone!"

"Alright, here he is," The genius inventor relented as he began muttering about how his joke was a really good one in the distance.

Open Air, 10 kilometers from Red Ribbon HQ

"Aw man!" Caulifla groaned. "They blew up that little drone!"

"And I was beginning to like it too!" Gokū added, just as annoyed at what had happened. The boy was snapped from his musings when he heard the hum of a jet copter on approach, machine guns opening fire. "Let's do this!"

"Way ahead of ya!" Caulifla nodded as the two charged towards the assaulting vehicle, only to plow right through it, leaving a large explosion in its wake. "Let's head down to that balcony down there and start looking!"

"Right!" Gokū nodded as Kinto'un followed its masters' command, dropping them off at the balcony Caulifla had designated. Immediately several soldiers filed out and opened fire upon the duo, who swiftly avoided each bullet and delivered several flying kicks to their aggressors. "Crush their guns just in case!"

"Got it!" Caulifla complied as she forcefully stepped on any dropped weapons, and took away the ones that were in use, promptly snapping them in two with one swift motion.

"W-What the Hell are these kids?!" One soldier with a white headband cried out as he frantically opened fire, trying to hit his mark, but every bullet that missed was caught with their hands. The man trembled and dropped his rifle, quickly taking off his headband and waving it in defeat. "I give!"

"Good!" The duo nodded in unison as they ran off.

What they failed to notice was that the soldier began to recompose himself and pulled out a pistol, shakily aiming for the back of Caulifla's skull. He opened fire, only for Caulifla to kick the bullet directly back to its sender, hitting him in the forehead and causing him to go limp.

"Yeesh," Gokū winced at what happened to the now dead soldier. "Guy had it coming though."

"That was just dirty, saying you give, only to try and pull a fast one right after," Caulifla snorted. "So, where's your radar say the Dragon Balls are being held?"

Gokū took out the device and gave it a click, adjusting the zoom distance with the dial to get a more precise estimate. "Thattaway," He announced, pointing in their general direction. "That big dome tower over there."

"Good a place as any to look," Caulifla shrugged. "Definitely looks important."

The two nodded as they began hopping from rooftop to rooftop to reach their goal. Their travel was quickly interrupted by armed hover cars that immediately opened fire upon them, along with several gunners along the walls.

"I got the wall guys!" Gokū announced as he leaped through each of the windows the gunners were hiding in, delivering a swift chop to each of their necks and thoroughly breaking their respective weapons. The boy then leaped out of the last window and clung to the opposite roof. "Fly boys are next!"

"I got 'em!" Caulifla called out as she leaped off a descending hover car that crashed into the ground. The rest of the airborne grouped together and began to charge at the girl, who simply smirked and pulled her hands to her side, ring and pinky fingers clenched. "Ka… Me…"

A star of ki formed in her hands, but instead of the expected blue hue, it was red. She then swiftly thrust her hands outward, ring and pinky fingers still curled.

"BĀSUTO!"

A burst of red ki shot out of Caulifla's hands like a gun, heading towards the oncoming aircraft. As soon as the sphere was within the figurative center of the squadron, the spiky-haired girl, her arms still outstretched, swiftly pulled them apart, and as she did so, the sphere of ki detonated, sending the aircraft off-course and plummeting to the ground. Caulifla landed neatly on the ground of the courtyard with Gokū landing close beside her, a look of awe on his face.

"That was cool!" Gokū exclaimed. "Was that your own spin on the Kamehameha?"

"More or less," Caulifla shrugged. "I call it the Kamebāsuto. Instead of a beam, it's a quick burst - hence the name."

"And you can control when it goes boom. That's awesome!" Gokū finished. "I gotta try that sometime! But first..."

"The Dragon Balls," Caulifla finished as the two nodded and proceeded to dismantle the now petrified soldiers in front of them. As the two raced forward, a sharp string grazed Caulifla's cheek as she grunted with annoyed pain. "Ow! Gokū! Sniper, second tower on our left!"

"Got it!" Gokū nodded as he extended his Nyoibō to reach past the offending tower, and he swung to cut it in half, causing the top half to slowly slide down and crumble. The boy retracted his staff and cupped his hands to his mouth. "I'd stop sniping us unless you wanna end up like the guy in that tower over there!"

Normal human ears could not hear it from their vantage point, but the duo heard terrified wimpers of soldiers in various towers run down the stairs of their respective posts, leaving their weapons clattering behind.

"Let's hope they get the message," Caulifla sighed as she continued her assault with her friend.

"OPEN FIRE!" A loud gruff voice called out from the base of one of the walls. Several soldiers began to unload their weapons upon the duo, but the two quickly leapt out of the way and out of sight. The owner of the voice looked around swiftly, wondering where they had gone, only to see his fellow soldiers quickly fall before the two children, who hesitated and looked upon the man with inquisitive stares.

"Red hair in a mohawk..." Gokū muttered, still processing what he was seeing. "Tall, muscular…"

The man - fitting of the description Gokū muttered, along with a bright green tactical vest and protective armor - did not wait to see what would happen after the boy finished his thought and aimed his rifle directly at the two and opened fire. The two swiftly caught every bullet and Caulifla took her scimitar to cut the man's rifle in half.

"Hang on sir!" Caulifla requested, now putting her scimitar away. "This might be a shot in the dark, but do you know Android #8?"

"Android… #8?" The man muttered. "How do you know about him?!"

"We met him at Muscle Tower up north," Gokū elaborated. "He mentioned a guy named Dr. Gero and his family."

"He mentioned my father?" The man repeated, now giving away that he was Dr. Gero's son.

"And your mother," Caulifla added, earning a small flinch from the man. "I suggest you go find your parents and book it."

"Abandon my post?!" The man retorted with near outrage. "I would never-"

"Eighter said that you and your mother are good people," Gokū interrupted. "I dunno if you've noticed, but the Red Ribbon Army aren't good people, and we've pretty much kicked the tar out of the goons we've faced so far. Trust me, you'll want to leave, now!"

The man stood there for a moment, processing what to do next, as well as who Eighter was, but he assumed that was a nickname for Android 8. He sighed and nodded, earning a smile from the duo. Gokū and Caulifla proceeded to race towards the tower where the Dragon Balls were hiding while the man swiftly turned around to follow a new objective.

Kame House

"Alright, everyone ready to fight climb aboard, now!" Yamcha cried out from his jet. Lunch was the first to take her seat, followed by Muten Rōshi, and-

"B-Bulma?!" Yamcha stammered. "Why're you coming along?!"

"I might not be able to kick ass," 'yet' Bulma retorted followed up by her mental addition. "But I bet I can do something for all Gokū's done for us!"

"Oh, um… Okay?" Yamcha hesitantly agreed, wondering where this newfound confidence came from. The ex-bandit snapped himself from his stupor as he took off, flying in the direction of the Red Ribbon HQ. "Oh yeah, where's the little monk? Krillin was it?"

"It's Kuririn," Rōshi corrected. "He was last seen swimming to the mainland to fetch groceries. No transport meant he'd have to swim, plus it'd make good exercise for the lad."

"I say we pick up the little cue ball," Lunch suggested, clicking her capsules open and closed to check her arsenal. "We'll need his help if we're storming that base."

"Couldn't agree more, miss, uh-"

"Lunch," The blonde finished Yamcha's sentence with a snort, causing the bandit to chuckle nervously at how scary the woman was. "Just keep your distance and we'll get along just fine."

"Good luck with that one," Bulma muttered with a pout, all while Yamcha nervously swallowed a lump in his throat.

"There he is!" Rōshi cried out, gesturing towards the ocean below. "I'd recognize that glint anywhere!"

Yamcha steered his plane in for a water landing besides the glint Muten Rōshi had indicated. The ex-bandit cut the engines and glided down, allowing the hull of his aircraft to leave a wake and to allow the water to slow its descent and stop next to a swimming Kuririn who was both surprised and confused. The front hatch opened and Rōshi leaned over the railing.

"All aboard, lad!" Rōshi ordered as he outstretched a hand to heave the little monk aboard.

"What's going on?" Kuririn asked as he dried himself off.

"To keep things short, Gokū and Caulifla, Red Ribbon HQ, and we're gonna go help out," Lunch summarized while pulling out her favorite UZI.

"T-The Red Ribbon HQ?!" Kuririn stammered as he finally got the last of the water out of his ears. "What're they thinking?!"

"They're not," Rōshi responded morosely. "I could expect this from Gokū, but Caulifla's smarter than this."

"Well, as long as they leave some for us, I can't complain," Lunch grinned as she shoved an ammo magazine into her UZI.

"Just don't sneeze at the worst time, please," Kuririn deadpanned, a nervous bead of sweat rolling down his scalp.

"Pu'ar, how long 'till we get there?" Yamcha asked his shapeshifting partner in crime.

"About… 40 minutes Yamcha," Pu'ar answered, looking at the jet's GPS.

"Let's hope those two are alive by the time we get there," Rōshi muttered.

Red Ribbon Army HQ, Research Wing

The red-haired man raced down the corridor of the research wing, a determined look on his face. He paid no mind to the various soldiers and scientists who were in a mad scramble around the complex. There were several rooms with an alphanumeric label above each door, but the man was looking for one in particular.

"A-21," The man muttered as he swiftly opened the door to enter.

Inside were various mechanical devices and cylinders filled with odd fluid. Several workbenches littered the room and were adorned with a myriad of mechanical experiments ranging from weapons to what looked like new androids in the works. At the cylinders was a young-looking woman with long, curly auburn hair and ice-blue eyes framed by a set of glasses, wearing a blue and red checkerboard dress under an open white lab coat, and over by one of the workbenches was an older man with long white hair, a balding scalp, white bushy mustache and a permanent scowl etched into his slightly aged face, wearing a similar lab coat over more dapper clothing.

Gebo?!" The woman exclaimed, seeing the new visitor. "What are you doing here?"

"We have to get out of here, now," The man now known as Gebo implored. "Son Gokū and Caulifla are here."

"Where are they headed?" The old man inquired with a twitch of his mustache.

"Tower 8," Gebo answered. "Commander Red and the Dragon Balls are there."

"Serves that fool right," The old man scoffed. "Short-tempered, short-sighted, and close-minded. This is the perfect time to seize control while those two monsters end him."

"Gero," The woman spoke up. "There may be nothing left to seize after all of this if those two are on our doorstep. Perhaps we-"

"Silence!" Gero interrupted, causing the woman to meekly recoil back. "I will not abandon my research or my efforts to remove that miserable ingrate from command! The Red Ribbon Army belongs to Dr. Gero! Not some petty rich man, or those two monkey children!"

"Said monkey children suggested we leave," Gebo spoke up, earning surprised looks from both Gero and the woman. "They encountered Android 8 and found out about us."

"Damn that infernal waste of effort!" Gero cursed, a vein popping on his balding forehead. "Those two seek to subvert my own creations and thwart my plans!"

"Father, do you even hear yourself?!" Gebo exclaimed. "The heart of the Red Ribbon is being torn apart! I was there when those two took out an entire air squadron without breaking a sweat!"

"NO!" Gero screamed, his eyes now bloodshot. "I will not allow this! My plans are too far along for those miserable monkeys to generate subterfuge!"

"The more we stall, the more we risk ourselves-"

"SILENCE!" The mad doctor interrupted his son. "You two are involved in my plans to take over the Red Ribbon! We will crush those two miserable children, and-"

"Our involvement has ended."

Both Gero and Gebo turned to see the woman stare coldly at the older man. Her eyes were glazed over with tears as she was no longer willing to put up with this man's dangerous ambition.

"I've given you every chance I could, Gero," The woman said firmly. "But ever since you signed up for the Red Ribbon, your judgement gradually stopped being sound to the point of insanity. We're leaving, with, or without you."

"Checka!" Gero shouted. "You would dare leave me over this?!"

"If you want to stay here and see your plans through to the end, be my guest," The woman now known as Checka, said flatly and coldly. "We're leaving while we still can."

"Gebo!" Gero called towards his son. "You seriously cannot be considering this as well!"

"Gokū and Caulifla could've killed me there and then," Gebo sighed. "I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Not now."

Gebo turned around and walked out of the room, not before tearing the Red Ribbon badge on his jacket clean off. He was shortly followed by Checka, who spared one last glance at the mad doctor, who was beyond livid with what was happening. Checka also tore off the Red Ribbon badge off of her lab coat, closed the door behind her, and the two were off, leaving Dr. Gero alone.

Red Ribbon Army HQ, Tower 8

Commander red was very out of breath, half from his diminutive legs having to trek across the compound, and half from his lungs being compromised by his cigar-smoking habits. He hastily moved over to the table where his precious bounty was resting and shielded it as if he were a dragon hoarding a mountain of gold. Staff Officer Black was locking the elevator behind them, so that no one could reach their level.

"No one… Will take… These Dragon Balls!" Red snarled in between breaths.

"This doesn't look good," The staff officer stated gravely. "Those two actually managed to survive Tao Pai Pai, and now our headquarters is under siege. We've already lost our top operatives even before this, thanks to them."

"Bring up the security cams!" Red barked, to which Staff Officer Black swiftly complied.

On the main screen, Gokū and Caulifla were swiftly dispatching soldiers left, right, and center. By the time they reached the base of the tower, two soldiers hiding behind an overturned table with a rocket launcher fired at the two, resulting in a loud explosion the high-ranking officials felt from their position. Believing they had got them, the soldiers cheered, but when the dust from the explosion cleared, they were only mildly singed, and looked livid. The two rushed towards the table and crushed the soldiers between their shield and the wall. They looked around and found the elevator. Caulifla pressed the buttons, but frowned when it did not respond.

"Good call disabling the elevator," Commander Red complimented, to which Staff Officer Black simply nodded. "Now there's no way that-"

CRASH

"Did they just…" Staff Officer Black stammered, trying to process what he was seeing on the camera feed. "Did they just jump through the ceiling?"

"They're… They're just a couple of brats! Stupid little brats!" Red began to snarl and grind his teeth, threatening to chip a molar.

"A couple of absurdly powerful brats," Staff Officer Black added. "And we're realizing this too late. The rest of the troops have begun retreating, and we're out of options. We'll have to surrender the Dragon Balls and regroup."

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!" Commander Red Cursed aloud as he slammed both fists onto the table. "AFTER ALL THE TROUBLE WE WENT THROUGH TO GATHER THEM?! I was so close! A little more time and I would've gotten to be taller!"

…

"...Did you say 'Taller,' sir?" Staff Officer Black inquired, now absolutely dumbstruck. "You mean to tell me we were gathering the Dragon Balls just to give you a growth spurt?"

"Yes!" The eyepatch-wearing commander shouted his answer.

"I thought we were going to wish for world domination!"

"We'll get to that! We have the resources! But a conqueror has to be charismatic, dominating, and impressive. NOT A FUCKING MIDGET!"

"We've broken our backs three times over for something so petty?"

"You tall people wouldn't get it! Ridiculed your entire life! 'Hey, it's that shrimp, Red!' 'Oh hey! That little boy has a mustache!' THEY WILL RUE THE DAY!"

"I stuck my neck out for the Red Ribbon's goal of global conquest, not to cure my commanding officer's Napoleon Complex! We let several soldiers be slaughtered just so you wouldn't be short?!"

"You would dare say that to me?! I am Commander Red of the Red Ribbon Army! Those mongrels should've been trained better! And people like them should keep their mouths shut when their commanding officer is speaking, and-"

BANG!

Commander Red's tirade had gone silent as a new hole had opened up in his forehead, blut spurting out and the diminutive dictator fell backwards in a lifeless heap.

"Your judgement has proven to not be sound, so I hereby relieve you of command," Staff Officer Black stated coldly, a smoking pistol in one hand. "I will take command and supply the Red Ribbon Army with competent leadership. Commander Black will reign supreme."

The now Commander Black was snapped from his reverie by the sound of shattering glass as two figures rolled through the now broken window. The two stood up revealing themselves to be Gokū and Caulifla.

"Okay, they should be around here somewhere," Gokū muttered, scanning the room, seeing the corpse of the now usurped Commander Red, the pedestal carrying the three Dragon Balls, and a tall dark-skinned man in a suit. "Are you in charge here?"

"As of a minute ago, yes," Commander Black shrugged as he took off his jacket with a sigh. "The previous commander had proven his judgement was no longer sound, so I… relieved him of duty."

"Why was his judgement not sound?" Caulifla asked, now curious as to what he meant.

"He sought the Dragon Balls for a petty reason," Commander Black sighed again. "He… wanted to grow taller.

…

"BAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gokū and Caulifla both doubled over in laughter leaving the newly appointed commander somewhat annoyed but more confused than anything else. The two recomposed themselves, wiping laugh-induced tears from their eyes, but were still chuckling from what they had just learned.

"Sorry, It's just…" Caulifla said in between chuckles. "Lunch mentioned how Commander Red wanted to use them to grow taller, since he was a walking talking Napoleon Complex."

"And she was right on the money!" Gokū laughed before clearing his throat. "Well, unless you have a problem with it, we'll be taking those Dragon Balls now."

"Well, how about you two consider this first?" Commander Black stated with a simple smile. "Why don't we gather the Dragon Balls together, and use them to rule the world? All the power of Earth would be ours!"

"Thanks for the offer, but we have a promise to keep," Caulifla rejected. "One of your guys killed our friend's father, and we plan to use the Dragon Balls to fix that."

"Hmm," Commander Black hummed. "Alright, how about this? When we gather the Dragon Balls and bring back this fellow's father, then you two can join me in conquering the world! You two are quite powerful and would prove to make the Red Ribbon Army an invincible world power."

"I have no interest in taking over the world!" Gokū retorted, earning a nod from Caulifla. "Besides, you guys would make the world miserable, so no!"

Commander Black's smile faded into a scowl. "I see," he said, squaring up. "Well, my options are limited, so I might as well see how powerful you are for myself."

"You might be surprised," Caulifla added with a smirk, gently wrapping her tail around her waist, Gokū doing the same. "You don't seem like a martial artist, but let's see what you can do."

"I'm well practiced in Krav Maga," Commander Black retorted, smirking. "I'm sure I can put your confidence to rest."

The newly appointed commander swung a fist at Gokū, who jumped out of the way with ease. The older man then swung his leg out for a kick to try and hit Caulifla, who also dodged with no effort.

"Okay, this is too easy," Caulifla commented, her grin ever present. "Even Tao Pai Pai put up a better fight than this."

"My turn!" Gokū announced. Before Commander Black could retort, the boy lodged his fist squarely into the older man's stomach, causing him to buckle over and gasp for air. "I think this'll go better if you just give up and turn yourself in."

'Not on your life, squirt,' Commander Black thought, wiping the spittle from his mouth. He quickly reached for his back pocket and tossed out a capsule after clicking it, and from the 'POI' emerged a large mechanized suit. The tall man quickly leapt into the hatch and the machine whirred to life. Before either child could react, two large mechanical fists knocked them aside, the two slumped against the wall.

"Owie owie owie!" Caulifla whined as she held her cheek gingerly.

"Jeez that smarts!" Gokū hissed as he rubbed the bruise on his face.

"Looks like you two can't stand up to my battle jacket!" Commander Black announced, his voice amplified through the mech's built-in loudspeaker. "You two will be the first casualties of the new Red Ribbon Army!"

The large mech swung its forearms forward, a massive heated beam emanating from a port on top. Gokū and Caulifla quickly leapt out of the way, leaving a molten hole where that segment of floor used to be, but were caught by Commander Black's augmented mechanical fists.

"Sayonara you runts!" The man laughed as he threw both children out of the building through the wall. The mech suit jumped upward, suspended in the air by a jet engine aiming downward. The mech aimed its two forearms down at where Gokū and Caulifla lay dazed and confused. "Too easy."

Two heated beams fired from the mech, intent on melting its targets. With a loud boom, the beams met the earth, and when the dust settled, the two were nowhere to be seen. Commander Black was about to cheer, until he heard the glass squeak above him. He looked up to see both Gokū and Caulifla grinning.

"Missed!" The two jeered as they stuck out their tongues, further infuriating the new commander. He brought his fists upward to try and crush them, only for the two to jump down and hang off one of the handlebars, and leaving the fists to crash through the windscreen and hit the man square in the face.

"Why're you hitting yourself?" Caulifla laughed as Commander Black began to seethe, now missing a tooth and his face now bruised and cut.

"That's it!" The commander shouted as the mech swiftly gained altitude, causing the duo to lose their grip and fall to the ground and land neatly. "I'm ending this now!"

The mech hovered in place and began to pivot upside down. The large segment on its back began to open and with a loud screech, a large missile was launched from the mech, aimed directly towards Gokū and Caulifla.

"Oh crap!" Gokū exclaimed, realizing what was coming towards them.

Gokū and Caulifla quickly leapt up and gave the missile a swift kick - fortunately not hitting the warhead - and diverted its course into a nearby mountain. When the missile made impact, a large black cloud of smoke erupted from the mountain, followed shortly after by the deafening sound of the explosion.

"Sheesh," Gokū exclaimed as he landed on one of the rooftops, rubbing his foot. "What was that thing made of?!"

"Well, it's made of blown up mountain now," Caulifla commented, seeing the smoke clear, showing the top of said mountain blasted clean off.

Commander Black could not believe his eyes. Those two kicked a 10 kiloton payload missile away like it was nothing. Seeing no other option, he began flying away, but the duo saw this and were not keen on letting this man escape.

"Oh no you don't!" Gokū exclaimed as he clapped his hands together. He hummed as electricity began to arc around his arms. He spread apart his palms, leaving his fingertips connected, and then he thrust his hands forward.

"BANKOKU BIKKU RISHŌ!"

A large arc of electricity shot out from Gokū's hands aimed directly at Commander Black's fleeing mech. When the bolt struck, the mech spasmed in an unsettling manner, and with a deafening clatter, fell to the earth with a large trail of smoke.

"Nice one!" Caulifla applauded her friend. "I'm sure Muten Rōshi would be impressed!"

"Don't you mean Jackie Chun?~" Gokū cheekily retorted with a grin.

"Oh shut up," Caulifla playfully retorted with a light punch to the boy's arm. The two began to laugh as they reentered the now ruined complex to pick up the three Dragon Balls that the Red Ribbon Army had in their possession and resume their quest in earnest. That still left the mystery of the missing 7th Dragon Ball, so they would have to consult Bulma about that issue in due time.

A/N: And so the Napoleon Complex Army has been decimated! I wanted to spice up this raid with a few things, such as bringing up that old conversation I set up with Eighter, since the time was right. I also had Caulifla come up with a neat spin on the Kamehameha called the Kamebāsuto, which literally translates to "Turtle Burst." I also had Goku do Jackie Chun's lightning move because why not? :/ Also, Gero has more reason to hate Goku now.

This chapter could've been out sooner were it not for the house A/C doing the stupid, 'specially since I live in a fresh humid hell known as Florida, but I hope this was a fun read. :)