The Mystic Realm. A secret grotto in which one could increase his training ten fold. For eons, its
clandestine had never been fully utilized; only now, the wise and powerful Piccolo had learned of
its powers from another being in Hell, and had decided to use its gravitational strength to aid his
allies while the Namek remained on this world. Piccolo looked over the rife land in awe. Lush
gardens of grass and flowers, trees reaching the clouds themselves, rivers winding down into the
valleys nearby. The Mystic Realm was a paradise. In order to reach it, Piccolo had led the other
warriors down a long and winding path through a small, dark cave. No wonder no one else knew
about it. The air inside was so thin that any normal man would have died halfway through. The
others were equally astonished, but now was not the time to admire nature. Now was the time to
train, and to prepare for the final battle.
"Okay, there's no time to waste. We'll pair up and train. Now let's go!" shouted Piccolo as he
blasted off toward the forest. Gohan gazed at his fast fading form. He had already regretted his
actions earlier. But he had done it because of Pan. She meant so much to him, and now it was up
to him to protect her.
Gohan set his arm on Pan's shoulder and she turned to face him. "Pan, let's start training. I want
you to know I intend to press your every limit, because you're going to need to grow as strong as
possible if you want to become a Super Saiyan.
Pan smiled. "I understand."
"Ubuu, let's get some training done," suggested Tenshinhan. Ubuu nodded and flew into the sky
to grapple with the three-eyed warrior.
Vegeta sneered. "It seems as though I am left to train myself. So be it. I will become even
stronger than before! Nothing will stand in my way!"
*****
Gojitto. A silent statue sitting on a boulder, his eyes set on the blazing blue sky above him. His
face was blank, unlike his mind, which was raging with such thoughts of his past, present, and
future. The others could never win, could they? Gojitto had already reached the point where he
was superior to the others. Yet it was Gohan's determination, his intrinsic potential to fight and to
protect, that truly set Gojitto's mind at a state of unrest.
The part of Goku knew that Gohan was a powerful weapon, and the fact that he had actually been
able to last in battle against Super Saiyan 3 Gojitto had proven it. If he grew stronger, he might
even surpass Gojitto himself. That was something Gojitto feared more than anything in the world.
To know that he had no chance of success. Vegeta's fear of failure mixed with Goku's fear for his
friends, though that emotion was now turned basically to Gojitto himself.
The fusion rammed his fist into the boulder beneath him, shattering it instantly, and Gojitto floated
to the ground, his blank face suddenly filling with rage, quiet at first, and then steadily louder,
until his unkept fury had become a cannon, a weapon, and a glowing embryo of self-exuberance.
This could be his only chance to increase his power for a long time. His craving for power was at
a peak. His craving to fuse had grown even larger, so immense that he couldn't control it
anymore. Such feelings made him believe that he didn't even control his body anymore. But that
couldn't be! Gojitto was an entity! A spirit! An undying power! This was not how his life would
die! He would triumph, and if he was unable to fuse with Vegeta and Goku, then maybe Gohan
would prove an invaluable resource.
*****
Tenshinhan darted forward, appearing right in front of Ubuu and ramming his fist forward at the
young warrior. Ubuu grabbed his hand and shoved his knee deep into Tenshinhan's chest, sending
the bald fighter spiraling backward into a large tree. The impact splintered the roots of the two-hundred foot tree, causing it to split in half and plummet into the river below. Tenshinhan leapt up
into the air and hovered above Ubuu, screaming "KIKOHO!!"
Ubuu took the impact of a monumental blast, knocking the boy into the forest. Ubuu lay stunned
for a few moments, then sat up and scratched his head. Tenshinhan landed in front of him and
kicked him in the face, throwing him into large rock. Ubuu spun to the ground, running up and
sliding beneath Tenshinhan's legs and grabbing his throat from behind, hurling the three-eyed
fighter over his shoulder and into the river nearby. Tenshinhan emerged choking, spitting out
river-water, as Ubuu laughed from the shoreline. Tenshinhan smiled and tossed some water at
Ubuu. "Hey, the fight's not over yet."
Across the Mystic Realm, the sounds of a tired little girl could be heard over the roar of the
river's prolonging rapids. Pan coughed as she emerged soaking from the river Gohan had just
knocked her into. "Dad! Stop being so hard on me!"
Gohan glared at Pan, who was clad in a midriff-baring blue shirt and a pair of black shorts, all of
which was now caked in mud. "Pan, I have to push you. It's the only way you can get stronger.
Right now, you have a ki level of around 73,000. My ki level is much, much higher than that. If
you want to make any sort of difference in this fight, you'll have to put everything into your
training!"
"I understand. Dad?"
"What?"
"LOOK OUT!!" screamed Pan, flying at Gohan and repeatedly punching him in the face. She
brought her arms up into a clasp, and then smacked Gohan down to the ground. Pan grinned.
"Ha! How's that?"
A blast of blue energy engulfed Pan, knocking her backward and crunching her into a
mountainside. Pan groaned and fell into the river again, emerging a minute later, panting from the
beating. Gohan landed beside her.
"Never underestimate your opponent. Now eat a senzu. You need to recover if we're going to
continue."
Pan accepted the bean and swallowed it instantly, leaping to her feet with a feeling of renewal.
She moved forward immediately, jabbing at Gohan. Gohan knocked her to the side right away.
Pan stood up groaning and rubbing her head. Gohan shook his head. "This won't work. Building
up your power without teaching you skill won't make you a great fighter."
"I can do this!" shouted Pan.
"Okay. Fly into the air and hit me with everything you've got," ordered Gohan.
"Right," said Pan, floating up into the sky and focusing her ki. At once, a burst of ki erupted from
her hands, roaring down on Gohan and demolishing the ground on which he stood. Pan screamed,
hurling wave after wave of energy at him, destroying the mountains and ripping apart the ground,
eradicating everything in sight.
When the smoke cleared, Gohan hovered in the middle of a huge smoking crater, his arms
crossed. He floated up to Pan. She lowered her head when he approached her. Gohan smiled.
"Don't worry, you did good considering your ki level. But I can see that you're tired from all of
this training. You should go off and get a little sleep and wash up. I think there's a lake near the
entrance that you can take a bath in."
"Okay. Come wake me up in four hours, promise?"
"Sure. Now get going."
Pan darted off, and Gohan landed in the smoking crater. He leered at the ground. "Now it's time
for me to train."
Vegeta scowled from his position of a low cliff as he listened to the immense energy protruding
from the ground. How could it be that once again he had been surpassed by another? Gohan had
grown even stronger than Vegeta himself! Now there was no title for him to hold. He was the last
pure Saiyan. The last true warrior. That was all.
Piccolo landed beside the weary Saiyan. "Vegeta, care to do some grappling?"
Vegeta smirked. "You? Fight me? That's the funniest thing I ever heard."
He shouted with surprise as Piccolo slammed his fist into Vegeta's head, knocking him off the
cliff and down toward the ground. Piccolo darted into the air and fired his Makenkosapopo at the
ground, blowing away a large portion of the region.
Vegeta hovered up back onto the cliff, his feet making footprints in the dirt. Piccolo tossed his
cape to the ground. "I've been training in Hell."
Vegeta smiled.
*****
Winds blew harshly as dawn broke the morning fog. Gojitto was calm, yet prideful. At last, the
final day had arrived. Now was a time for reclamation, for triumph. The universe yawned with
power that would have him split, yet he held strong.
He would have it no other way, of course.
clandestine had never been fully utilized; only now, the wise and powerful Piccolo had learned of
its powers from another being in Hell, and had decided to use its gravitational strength to aid his
allies while the Namek remained on this world. Piccolo looked over the rife land in awe. Lush
gardens of grass and flowers, trees reaching the clouds themselves, rivers winding down into the
valleys nearby. The Mystic Realm was a paradise. In order to reach it, Piccolo had led the other
warriors down a long and winding path through a small, dark cave. No wonder no one else knew
about it. The air inside was so thin that any normal man would have died halfway through. The
others were equally astonished, but now was not the time to admire nature. Now was the time to
train, and to prepare for the final battle.
"Okay, there's no time to waste. We'll pair up and train. Now let's go!" shouted Piccolo as he
blasted off toward the forest. Gohan gazed at his fast fading form. He had already regretted his
actions earlier. But he had done it because of Pan. She meant so much to him, and now it was up
to him to protect her.
Gohan set his arm on Pan's shoulder and she turned to face him. "Pan, let's start training. I want
you to know I intend to press your every limit, because you're going to need to grow as strong as
possible if you want to become a Super Saiyan.
Pan smiled. "I understand."
"Ubuu, let's get some training done," suggested Tenshinhan. Ubuu nodded and flew into the sky
to grapple with the three-eyed warrior.
Vegeta sneered. "It seems as though I am left to train myself. So be it. I will become even
stronger than before! Nothing will stand in my way!"
*****
Gojitto. A silent statue sitting on a boulder, his eyes set on the blazing blue sky above him. His
face was blank, unlike his mind, which was raging with such thoughts of his past, present, and
future. The others could never win, could they? Gojitto had already reached the point where he
was superior to the others. Yet it was Gohan's determination, his intrinsic potential to fight and to
protect, that truly set Gojitto's mind at a state of unrest.
The part of Goku knew that Gohan was a powerful weapon, and the fact that he had actually been
able to last in battle against Super Saiyan 3 Gojitto had proven it. If he grew stronger, he might
even surpass Gojitto himself. That was something Gojitto feared more than anything in the world.
To know that he had no chance of success. Vegeta's fear of failure mixed with Goku's fear for his
friends, though that emotion was now turned basically to Gojitto himself.
The fusion rammed his fist into the boulder beneath him, shattering it instantly, and Gojitto floated
to the ground, his blank face suddenly filling with rage, quiet at first, and then steadily louder,
until his unkept fury had become a cannon, a weapon, and a glowing embryo of self-exuberance.
This could be his only chance to increase his power for a long time. His craving for power was at
a peak. His craving to fuse had grown even larger, so immense that he couldn't control it
anymore. Such feelings made him believe that he didn't even control his body anymore. But that
couldn't be! Gojitto was an entity! A spirit! An undying power! This was not how his life would
die! He would triumph, and if he was unable to fuse with Vegeta and Goku, then maybe Gohan
would prove an invaluable resource.
*****
Tenshinhan darted forward, appearing right in front of Ubuu and ramming his fist forward at the
young warrior. Ubuu grabbed his hand and shoved his knee deep into Tenshinhan's chest, sending
the bald fighter spiraling backward into a large tree. The impact splintered the roots of the two-hundred foot tree, causing it to split in half and plummet into the river below. Tenshinhan leapt up
into the air and hovered above Ubuu, screaming "KIKOHO!!"
Ubuu took the impact of a monumental blast, knocking the boy into the forest. Ubuu lay stunned
for a few moments, then sat up and scratched his head. Tenshinhan landed in front of him and
kicked him in the face, throwing him into large rock. Ubuu spun to the ground, running up and
sliding beneath Tenshinhan's legs and grabbing his throat from behind, hurling the three-eyed
fighter over his shoulder and into the river nearby. Tenshinhan emerged choking, spitting out
river-water, as Ubuu laughed from the shoreline. Tenshinhan smiled and tossed some water at
Ubuu. "Hey, the fight's not over yet."
Across the Mystic Realm, the sounds of a tired little girl could be heard over the roar of the
river's prolonging rapids. Pan coughed as she emerged soaking from the river Gohan had just
knocked her into. "Dad! Stop being so hard on me!"
Gohan glared at Pan, who was clad in a midriff-baring blue shirt and a pair of black shorts, all of
which was now caked in mud. "Pan, I have to push you. It's the only way you can get stronger.
Right now, you have a ki level of around 73,000. My ki level is much, much higher than that. If
you want to make any sort of difference in this fight, you'll have to put everything into your
training!"
"I understand. Dad?"
"What?"
"LOOK OUT!!" screamed Pan, flying at Gohan and repeatedly punching him in the face. She
brought her arms up into a clasp, and then smacked Gohan down to the ground. Pan grinned.
"Ha! How's that?"
A blast of blue energy engulfed Pan, knocking her backward and crunching her into a
mountainside. Pan groaned and fell into the river again, emerging a minute later, panting from the
beating. Gohan landed beside her.
"Never underestimate your opponent. Now eat a senzu. You need to recover if we're going to
continue."
Pan accepted the bean and swallowed it instantly, leaping to her feet with a feeling of renewal.
She moved forward immediately, jabbing at Gohan. Gohan knocked her to the side right away.
Pan stood up groaning and rubbing her head. Gohan shook his head. "This won't work. Building
up your power without teaching you skill won't make you a great fighter."
"I can do this!" shouted Pan.
"Okay. Fly into the air and hit me with everything you've got," ordered Gohan.
"Right," said Pan, floating up into the sky and focusing her ki. At once, a burst of ki erupted from
her hands, roaring down on Gohan and demolishing the ground on which he stood. Pan screamed,
hurling wave after wave of energy at him, destroying the mountains and ripping apart the ground,
eradicating everything in sight.
When the smoke cleared, Gohan hovered in the middle of a huge smoking crater, his arms
crossed. He floated up to Pan. She lowered her head when he approached her. Gohan smiled.
"Don't worry, you did good considering your ki level. But I can see that you're tired from all of
this training. You should go off and get a little sleep and wash up. I think there's a lake near the
entrance that you can take a bath in."
"Okay. Come wake me up in four hours, promise?"
"Sure. Now get going."
Pan darted off, and Gohan landed in the smoking crater. He leered at the ground. "Now it's time
for me to train."
Vegeta scowled from his position of a low cliff as he listened to the immense energy protruding
from the ground. How could it be that once again he had been surpassed by another? Gohan had
grown even stronger than Vegeta himself! Now there was no title for him to hold. He was the last
pure Saiyan. The last true warrior. That was all.
Piccolo landed beside the weary Saiyan. "Vegeta, care to do some grappling?"
Vegeta smirked. "You? Fight me? That's the funniest thing I ever heard."
He shouted with surprise as Piccolo slammed his fist into Vegeta's head, knocking him off the
cliff and down toward the ground. Piccolo darted into the air and fired his Makenkosapopo at the
ground, blowing away a large portion of the region.
Vegeta hovered up back onto the cliff, his feet making footprints in the dirt. Piccolo tossed his
cape to the ground. "I've been training in Hell."
Vegeta smiled.
*****
Winds blew harshly as dawn broke the morning fog. Gojitto was calm, yet prideful. At last, the
final day had arrived. Now was a time for reclamation, for triumph. The universe yawned with
power that would have him split, yet he held strong.
He would have it no other way, of course.