Yo! Son Goku and friends!

by Lucky8ofspades

This is a fanfiction of DBZ intended to give the characters neglected in the source material their time to shine in combat. The focus of the story is a retelling of the events with an emphasis on The Z Fighters working as a team to dispatch each threat thrown their way. A lot of the story is going to change but the main villains are generally going to stay in the same order.

29. Saiyan Training Arc Chapter 5

Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 28)

Kami

"I can't believe it, Popo." Kami calmly contemplated.

Popo looked on with a wide smile as the pair stood atop the lookout from the balcony. His red vest wavered slightly in the wind kicked up by the fighters.

"Young Yamcha really coerced Piccolo to work with them." He said with a smile.

"I'm not sure how much of it was Yamcha, Kami. It seemed like Piccolo was looking for an excuse to lower his facade."

"You think so?"

"Something tells me he changed a while back."

"Gohan huh?"

"Perhaps, I know not of Gohan."

"I did not want to violate his privacy with my mind reading but we need his youth and power."

Piccolo clashed with Tien and ducked out the left side, his crane strikes hitting nothing but air, The Crane's sweat coming off in a misty vapour. Piccolo parried Krillin's strike from above and the turtle student flourished in a butterfly spin before launching off of the tile. Yamcha cut him off at the pass and forced up his guard with his wolf claws. Chiaotzu rushed in with a few blows timed with Tien's and Piccolo put up an amazing guard against the pair as he stepped backwards. He fell off the back of the lookout with a smile, vanishing into the clouds, forcing the pair to halt their pressure and look for a way around.

"Piccolo's being here has greatly increased both their focus and skill. They were a little scattered before, what with Yamcha training with Korin and the three of them not doing much sparring."

"It's become quite the sight, I'm worried they'll get strong enough to blow up the lookout in one go."

"Worry not Popo." Kami responded as he conjured a white tile with his staff, placing it firmly onto some ruptured flooring. "This is good, they are forcing my hand with their practice."

Popo smiled before turning to The Guardian of Earth for eye contact.

"How far along is The Room of Spirit and Time?"

"Ahhh, let me think…" Kami took a long while to contemplate, looking at the passing clouds. "If I am on the right track I could see myself getting it done in the next 4 years, granted I live that long heh-heh."

There was a pause as Kami took another moment to think before speaking.

"Using up that magic energy is getting very tiresome, I used to be able to go at it for much longer but I fear I have to slow down my production."

Popo nodded slowly before turning his gaze back to the students.

Bulma

The room was full of strewn about mechanical parts as well as small robots driving around. A few people here and there walked past the room from the hallway. Dr. Brief brushed his mustache with his thumb and furrowed his brow at the blueprint layout before him. Bulma was sweating as she worked on a panel from below a spherical craft of some sort with the Capsule Corp. logo emblazoned boldly on the front.

Bulma meticulously tapped lightly with her fingernail as she pulled a small chip from an air tight orifice, making sure not to break it or the chip. She chipped the nail in the endeavor and a sharp pain seared out from her index and a trickle of blood pooled in its place.

"Tch! Damn it!" She whined out, before putting it in her mouth.

The Doctor peered over, fixing his thick-rimmed black glasses.

"Bulma dear, Is everything alright!?" He yelled from across the room as he plugged in circuits into another spherical node of some sort.

"Yeah! Just chipped a nail! god damnit..."

"You don't sound fine to me child! You were always much better than me about workplace accidents! Is something outside the lab bothering you!?"

"No dad!" Her voice rang out a bit sarcastic forcing the older Brief to forgo his work for a moment, fluffing his lab coat and walking over.

Bulma looked over to her right and saw her father marching over like a man on a mission. She rolled her eyes at the endeavor and let out an accidental smile.

"Daaaaad, it's not that serious."

"It is that serious to me." He leaned in on a support beam and tipped his glasses down to make sure they didn't weaken his eye contact. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Hehhhhhh…" She sighed out loud, finally maneuvering the little chip out of the circuit board and placing it on the table with her left hand.

Bulma walked around and sat on another metal table, clearing the contents in a wide arc with both of her hands. Her father accepted the invitation and sat down next to her. The Doctor shot a funny-looking wormy smile with his mustache at her and coerced a laugh.

"Yamcha?"

She nodded her head.

"Yamcha."

"Well if that boy's no good for you, move on. You're a young girl, you got your life ahead of you."

"Yeah..." She put her hands on her cheeks and leaned onto her knees with her elbows.

Doctor Brief wrapped his arm around her and Bulma reciprocated with a tight hug. He looked down at her with a fatherly gaze and she smiled before speaking.

"It's just getting to me I guess. Both Chi-Chi and Launch seem like they already have their life partners figured out and here I am at 28 years old trying to wait it out for a man that ignores me. It was a lot easier before he sent this."

She thumbed through her phone and showed her father Yamcha's reaching out message. Doctor Brief grabbed it and fixed his glasses, placing the device close to his face.

"I felt like I would have moved on by now but I just haven't. I don't know if it's because I'm scared or because I secretly didn't want to leave him out of my life." She dragged her hands across her face in a vertical line, pulling her cheeks down and showing the fleshy bits underneath her eyeballs.

"Well look, I'm not you honey…" Doctor Brief placed the phone on the table and searched for the right words. "And I don't want to be the father that decides all of your partners and gives them blessings blah-blah." He mimed with some jazz hands and a goofy expression. "But if he wants to talk, why not? Worst case is you figure out the answer and move on with your life with him not in it."

Bulma averted her gaze and looked to the fantastical machinery littering the lab and bit her lip.

"If he actually is gonna talk to you like an adult that means you can tell him how you feel and tell him to hit the curb OR… you can tell him your concerns about Launch and Chi-Chi. Whatever you feel is best for YOU." He jabbed her shoulder with a pointer finger, coaxing a smile and a small giggle.

"Thanks dad."

The Doctor just shrugged his shoulders with a smile and walked back to his station.

"Your emotions slow down our workflow, I can't have my best employee sabotaging my research!" He declared raising his right index high into the air.

"Oh wow! That's what it was this whole time!?" She fought back with an enormous grin.

Krillin

The turtle student and The Wolf of the Wasteland sat opposite in the hot tub, bubbles rising up to the surface rapidly. Yamcha smiled and pointed his jaw at the ceiling with eyes closed as his arms rested gently on the tile. Krillin looked about the room, tongue in cheek before he finally broke the ice with a question.

"So I'm not gonna try and bug you about the details Champ but I do wanna ask you one thing."

Yamcha opened his eyes and met up with Krillin's.

"It was those after-images. How did you get those to come out so clean?"

Yamcha just smiled and looked to the row of sinks behind Krillin's head.

"I've just been doing a ton of practice with Korin since I got here. The energy stuff just isn't my style. I've always been more about hitting people with my fists anyway, fighting's no fun if I just stay back the whole time." Yamcha wiped off a bit of sweat from his brow and peeled back some loose strands.

"But the after-images… you're not hitting people with those."

"I mean you're right." Yamcha pointed his right index at his friend's chest. "But we both know that's also wrong in a way."

Krillin let out a nod to the side.

"The after-images are a way where I can try and hide my movements. I'm pretty fast so I think something like that actually helps me more than learning how to shoot beams better would."

"Did you have Korin help?"

"Yeah! He helped me a ton!" Yamcha let out as he scratched the x on his cheek. "Those after-images are basically 90% him. I knew how to do em' already but he helped me blend and hold them in place while I move. If I present a whole bunch of them at the same time and can move faster than the other dude wouldn't it stand to reason that they have to look out?" Yamcha raised his right hand limply in a prompting manner.

"Yeah. Because of our training with Ki Sensing I could actually tell that the after-images were fakes but you moved so fast it was incredibly difficult to tell where you actually were. You moved in that ring so tight I probably was just gonna get hit."

The pair laughed out heartily before Krillin presented his observation. He cleared his throat, a left hand balled in front of his mouth.

"Mm-mm!" He looked to Yamcha before going on. "You know I noticed something during that fight."

"Do tell." Yamcha posited confidently.

"I don't think Piccolo was using Ki Sensing like me and Tien were."

"But he blocked my after-images, wouldn't he have to have been?"

"You always shout out Wolf Fang Fist whenever you do the combo, I saw his ears twitch just before you came at him."

Yamcha's eyes widened at the revelation.

"I think it's because of his big green ears and not any sort of ki sensory technique. If you were to actually force your after-images into making sounds it would increase your chances of success greatly and actually works to your benefit of shouting out attack names instead of being a detriment."

"Yooooo! Krillin you're a genius!" Yamcha yelped with a smile as he splashed the water around while standing.

"I have no idea how you'd do that but I think that's something you should think about if you wanna keep yelling Wolf Fang Fist at people like a dork." Krillin prodded with a smile.

"I'm not the one yelling Kamehameha at the top of my lungs every fight!" Yamcha pinched Krillin on the cheek.

"At least I don't sound like a furry cosplayer when I shout out my technique names."

"What's wrong with that bro? Awooo brother."

"Yee-yee."

The pair laughed again before Yamcha sat back down.

"But yeah, the reason I wanted to ask is if you could help me get my after-images as good as yours. I'm a small guy so I think that hiding my movements could work even better since I'd be harder to see and track."

"Oh okay!" The Wolf of the Wasteland slapped Krillin on the shoulder with a large smile in tow. "Yeah I can get you goated bruv, just give me a little time.

"Cool." Krillin shot back with a smile, the pair continuing their lavish relaxation.

Fortune Teller Baba

A tiny woman sat on top of a floating glass orb. Mystical colours floating around and smoke clouding the viewing area. The old hag almost went cross eyed staring into the sphere. She scratched at her crows feet as she watched an old man with robes enter the room. She let out a disgruntled sigh before turning her view to the archway that led into the palace. Soon enough Kami walked right through the door and greeted her.

"Greetings Baba, it has been quite a while has it not?"

"Put a sock in it Kami, you wouldn't come here yourself if it wasn't important. How the hell are ya?" The old witch cracked a smile and the pair hit their knuckles against each other in a backfist.

"Heh-heh." Kami laughed with a smile. "I have come here to see if you could somehow convince Yemma to give Goku a day in this realm."

"You don't really mean that do you?"

"I am feeling the energies of Yamcha and Bulma, I feel that they might collect the Dragon Balls soon."

"Horseshit."

"Hah-hah-hah."

"Ain't no way those two are coming together for the Dragon Balls, I have foreseen a hundred different futures more likelyn' that one."

"I know it is unlikely but I wanted to see if Goku might come and search for the Dragon Balls himself and help with the process."

"Alright, I'll bite. We'll see." She cracked a toothless smile before furrowing her brow.

The air around Baba drew in lines as she put her index and middle finger on her forehead. She used Instant Transmission and flew across the rainbow coloured realm only to appear in front of the brothers.

"WHOA! What's up Baba!?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, unable to not smile at Goku's unending cheeriness.

"Who's the witch brother?"

"That's Baba! You remember my old master?"

Raditz just crossed his arms and nodded.

"That's his sister!" He pointed a little rudely with a toothy smile.

"This bitch is like 300 years old?"

"Somethin' like that."

"Goku!"

"Oop~ Sorry Baba!" He laughed it out a bit as he scratched the back of his head.

"I came to ask."

Goku turned to the old fortune teller with an honest and open stare.

"I have been given the power to return the dead to the living world as long as they are pure of heart and possess a halo. BUT, I only have the power to give it to them a single time and for a single day."

"Really!? That's awesome!"

"I believe your friends are going to gather the Dragon Balls for your return to Earth. Do you wish to use up that option to help their search?"

"Yeah I'd-"

Raditz interjected with a firm palm on his brother's chest, pulling him aside.

"Brother."

"Hmm?"

Baba sharpened her brow even more intensely than usual and paid close attention to the burly Saiyan before her. King Kai rounded the corner, tea in hand and took a double take.

"Baba!?"

"Hey King Kai."

"What are you doing here?"

"You can't guess?"

"Ehh." He shrugged his shoulders plainly and just let them do their thing as he walked back into his humble abode.

"I'm not pure of heart." Raditz positioned himself squarely parallel with Kakarot, eclipsing Baba. "You said the Dragon Balls can only grant one wish, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't we save Baba's technique until the day the Saiyans come and have your friends resurrect me in your stead?"

Goku scratched his head for a moment, not sure exactly what he was saying.

"That way, Baba can bring you back and we can both fight against Prince Vegeta."

Goku jumped up for joy, elated.

"Raditz! You're so smart! I never would have thought of that! Huh-Hah! Yeah! We would have a huge advantage against them that way."

"So the answer's no then?"

"Uhhh…" Goku let out dumbly as he scratched his head once more. "I guess not." He looked to his brother for reassurance.

"We better play it smart." Raditz said coldly as he stared down Baba.

Baba nodded before hitting the pose again and vanishing out of sight.

"She can do it too…" Goku ruminated. "A technique that powerful would be really helpful." He took up a thinking pose, his right hand tucked underneath his chin.

Baba reappeared in the dimly lit horror show, large orbs and terrifying faces strewn about the place. Ghosts just flying around like it were the norm. Kami looked at her with a bright smile.

"So?"

"Goku and his brother have a plan."

Kami was taken aback.

"His brother?"

Baba nodded.

"But… did he and his brother not just fight to the death?"

Baba nodded again plainly.

"Uhhh… hmmm." He took up a thinking pose himself, tapping his cane lightly on the floor.

"They are going to use the wish to resurrect his brother and have me escort Goku to the world of the living the same day the Saiyans arrive."

"Oh?" The Guardian of Earth turned his head a bit at the statement.

"I see no flaws in that plan, actually, it's the best chance for survival now that I have more information."

Baba wasted no time, sparkling orbs of magic radiating off her hands as she peered into the crystal ball.

"Can Raditz be trusted?" Kami questioned with a neutral tone.

"Definitely."

"He did help Tien see the path of self improvement, I should not have doubted him. Baba, I know very little of North Kai, but he does possess strong communicative abilities correct?"

Baba shot Kami the stink eye.

"Can you ask him to tell the others of Goku and his brother's plan?"

Baba sighed loudly and cancelled the energies in her hand before vanishing once more.

Bulma

"Wow Goku, that wouldn't be a bad idea if it weren't the dude WHO JUST MURDERED YOU!" Bulma called out to the metal roofing above her, her voice echoing throughout the garage, hands raised theatrically.

"Relax, besides." Goku responded tongue-in-cheek. "Piccolo's the one that killed me."

"I CANNOT BELIEVE just how chill you are about everything." She motioned with gravitas, tapping her index on the metal sheet below her.

"Come ooooooon. Raditz is a good guy, we've been best buddies for half a year."

"Hah-hah-hah!"

"Well?"

"Yeah, loud and clear Goku." Bulma sighed out, placing her hands on her hips in a sassy manner.

"Nice! Knew I could count on you best friend!"

Bulma had a sly smile escape her as Goku faded into the beyond. She breathed out another sigh before returning to her mechanical fixes. She tinkered for so long she lost track of time, the loose atmospheric streams that shone in from the window ceased to be and she was forced to turn on the lights.

"Ahh man, the garage always looks better without the lights on." She stated as she straightened out her baseball cap.

As Bulma made her way over to the light switch she rotated some of the tenseness out of her shoulders. Upon the flick of the lights, Yamcha appeared in front of the doorway to the hall, scaring the shit out of her and causing her to yelp and fling the wrench in her hand across the garage. The Wolf caught it mid-flight and smiled.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

"..."

"..." Yamcha handed her the wrench coldly and crossed his arms, leaning against one of the support beams.

"..."

"You didn't respond to my text."

"..."

"Yeah-eh, I guess I deserve a little bit of the silent treatment."

"..."

The Wolf prowled around for a while, pacing around the room and tapping on some of the various Capsule Corp. branded items. He picked up a random capsule and twirled it in his hand.

Swuwuwuwwu. Tp.

He caught it and smiled again.

"Yamcha that's-" She scrambled to grab the capsule.

The Wolf smiled wide and the capsule burst into a small cloud of smoke.

"YAMCHA!"

Her tone switched quickly when the capsule transformed into a bouquet of blue flowers. She blushed as Yamcha handed them off.

"I went and picked up these back in Diablo, I think the reason I like you so much are because these are the only things that grew back there besides those boring old mushrooms."

Yamcha ran his hand across the top of her head and brushed her hair.

"I mean it's kind of off but-"

"These things aren't even clo-ho-se to my hair colour, heh-heh."

"Yeah-hah-ha." He smiled like a dork and rubbed the back of his head. "I fucked up on the herbology too. Haugh-hah! I went and looked it up and apparently they mean bad luck if you bring em' home which is like the first thing I did." He laughed out loud like a goofball and it prompted a laugh from Bulma as well.

She finally looked into Yamcha's dark eyes and it forced a harsh swallow out of him. His skin ran a little red like the first time and he had to avert his gaze from the piercing eye contact. He let out a harsh breath that came out kind of like a laugh.

"We don't need to go any further." Yamcha prompted with a bit of defeatism, hands raised cautiously. "I just wanted to come over here as like a peace treaty, and look for the Dragon Balls one last time just like the good old days."

"Ya know, I really should beat the breaks off you for ignoring me like the past 8 months."

"Fair enough, but on the same foot you haven't reached out to me all that many times either girl."

"Eh-heh this is like the exact stuff I'm talking about, it can never be your fault can it?"

"No no-" He stopped her right there with a left pointer finger. "It is my fault." He directed the finger back to himself. "HOWEVER!" He turned it back to her. "We share the blame, I did some stuff out of pettiness because I had trouble expressing my feelings, for that, I am sorry. You didn't deserve that."

Bulma was getting a little overwhelmed, tears forming in her eyes and she wiped them away immediately to try and maintain dominance.

"But when you thought I was cheating on you…" Yamcha choked up a bit too. "I-uh-I…" He took away his eye contact, putting his hands on his hips. "I just-"

Bulma breaking a little, her voice didn't whimper but tears came down in little trinkles.

"It's a little stupid but I was really fuckin' hurt by that, I would never do anything like that to my girl. Never." Yamcha looked around at the various gadgets littered in the totally full up garage.

Bulma finally cracked, her voice whimpering through a tad, she attempted to wipe away the streams from her eyes before Yamcha stopped her, grabbing onto her glove.

"Don't do that."

The couple stared right through each other as if there were thousands of universes between them while also simultaneously nothing at all.

"Your gloves are dirty." Yamcha soothed caringly as he wiped away the water with a caressing motion.

Bulma grabbed onto Yamcha's strong arm tightly like a toddler clinging to their teddy bear.

"You're so stupid." She laughed out and looked to the ground, completely unconvincing with her words.

"I was never the brightest, but you chose me anyway. I don't think I'll get a girl as smart as you ever again."

"I thought we weren't going any further." She laughed out again, meeting back with his predatory eyes.

"Fuck it."

The two closed in on each other and paused for a moment. They went in again only to pause again. On the third time they closed their eyes and met in the middle.