Authors Notes: Hi! This is the rewrite of Dimensional Destiny: The Dragonball Z chapters. I found that it wasn't very well written as the other chapters, so I decided to rewrite them. I hope you readers don't mind! Also, people will be out of character at times...We aren't gifted enough to capture their personality perfectly. We apologize. Yay for copy and paste!
Disclaimer: We don't own Dragonball Z, Gundam Wing, or Sailor Moon. However, we own Rika, Miryo, Pota and Kenja so no touchy.
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Warning: Contains foul language.
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Dimensional Destiny
Chapter Four: Let the Training Begin
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Rika yawned, turning to look at the clock by the bed. 7 o'clock, sharp. She sat up; stretching as she swung her legs over the bed to get dressed (Bulma had kindly provided the quartet pajamas). As she did her morning routine, she realized how tattered her clothing had become.
'It's been almost three days, and we've been through so much already.' Rika recalled the events in her mind.
The monster made of mud, the different Earth, the superhuman powers, and Gohan and the others. 'This doesn't seem real.'
"Good morning, Rika," Bulma greeted the blonde cheerfully in a singsong voice as she spotted her roaming the halls. "Oh my, would you like some new clothes? Your old ones are becoming ruined..."
"I think I'm fine for now, thanks for the offer," Rika nodded politely.
"That's alright. Ah, little Trunks is calling. Just give a shout if you need anything," Bulma said as she rushed to baby Trunks' room.
Rika continued exploring the halls until she heard crashes. Curiously, she followed the noise and faintly sensed a powerful ki. She was led to a door, where the crashes were clear and loud. She read off the bold block letters of the door; Gravity Room.
'Gravity Room?' Rika wondered to herself. 'Kenja stumbled here before...'
Being curious of what was in the Gravity Room, she knocked. After a few minutes, she noticed she was being ignored, as the crashes and pounding continued. Sighing, she grasped the doorknob and slightly opened it, peering inside. All she saw were blurs of blue, until it stopped.
It was Vegeta, who was training. He paused, looking straight at Rika through the crack in the door. "What are you looking at, brat?"
Startled, she closed the door quickly, walking away from it.
Rika's adventure through Capsule Corp. had only burned off 21 minutes. She still had 39 minutes to go, till the training began. Unconsciously, she drifted to the kitchen where she smelled a sweet aroma, and decided it was time for breakfast.
To her surprise, Kenja, Miryo and Pota were already there, eating pancakes for breakfast.
"Hey, Rika," Kenja waved with a fork in hand. "Thought you were an early bird?"
"Did some exploring," Rika replied, taking a seat beside Pota. "Saw the Gravity Room you stumbled into."
"Man, that wasn't a nice experience," Kenja moaned, shaking his head. "I could've died."
Miryo poked at her pancakes. "The world would've rejoiced."
"That's not very nice," Kenja complained.
"Neither are you. Pota, can you eat my pancakes?" Miryo sighed.
"Going on a diet?" Pota joked as he gleefully accepted the pancakes.
"I never liked pancakes."
"You're as scrawny as scrawny can get. Eat, woman!" Rika laughed.
"I'll have waffles instead," Miryo smiled as she went to retrieve the waffles from the toaster.
"Whoa, since when did we get waffles!" Pota exclaimed.
"Bulma put them here a few minutes ago."
"Get one for me!"
"Sometimes I think you and Miryo should switch appetites," Kenja snickered.
"That'll be the day. Front page, headline news: Miryo is hungry." Rika teased.
"Ah, shut up you guys," Miryo flushed as she returned to the table with waffles.
"Morning," Trunks greeted as he swung by the kitchen.
"Hey Trunks," Kenja greeted. "Breakfast?"
"Had breakfast at 6," Trunks replied, drinking a glass of water.
"Man, you people wake up too early..."
"Maybe you're just lazy," Pota said as finished the pancakes.
"Ready for the training?" Trunks changed the subject, just as Kenja was about to talk back.
"Oh yeah, I'm mentally prepared," Rika grinned.
"That's good to hear," Trunks smiled. "Well, Rika, your mentor will be Gohan, I'll be Miryo's, and both Kenja and Pota will be trained by Piccolo."
"Piccolo...Piccolo...I know it's a kind of flute, but who's this guy again?" Kenja questioned.
"The Namek." Trunks looked at their confused faces. "...the green alien, wearing a turban and cloak."
"Oooh."
"Are you finished breakfast yet? I was thinking that you guys try flying again before we train," Trunks said. "It should be a bit easier today, since you've experienced it yesterday."
"One more waffle," Pota protested.
"You've had your share," Rika laughed as she pulled Pota off the chair. "We're ready."
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The quartet sat down, breathing deeply. Thirty minutes of trying to fly, and they had somewhat improved. Each was able to levitate off the ground, but was not able to completely fly yet.
"That was tough," Rika wiped the sweat off her brow as she stood up. It was ten minutes to eight. "Shall we go meet them?"
"You sure you don't wanna rest for the last ten minutes?"
"I take that back, I'll rest."
Rika calmed herself as she sat down with Pota, Kenja and Miryo. Trying to fly had already drained some energy, and she needed a lot of energy to start off good in training.
"Tired?" Rika asked the others.
"No," Kenja groaned sarcastically. "I think I'll last the day though. That is, if Piccolo isn't a tough trainer."
"I heard he is. Gohan used to train with him, and he talked about it before," Trunks informed.
"We're screwed."
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Rika headed out to her training area with Gohan. They had met at 8 o'clock sharp, with much fearing of Piccolo from Pota and Kenja. Eventually they were dragged into their training area, with Piccolo looking irritated.
Their destination was a vast and clear grassy area, surrounded by towering rocks, leaving only one opening where they entered.
"Wow, this is so isolated," Rika looked at the environment.
"We need a bit of isolation at times," Gohan explained. "We don't want people running into our training. And, we can always blast away these cliffs."
"Point," Rika nodded.
"Can you fly yet?" Gohan inquired.
"I can sorta levitate, and move a bit back and forth," Rika focused her energy as she demonstrated for Gohan.
"Heh, you'll get the hang of it soon. I guess we'll start with your strength and aim, then."
Gohan walked towards a wall of the lofty rocks, took a few steps away, and drew a line through the dirt. "Collect as much rocks as you can. Then, from that line, try to hit me with them."
"Huh? How does that work!" Rika questioned, surprised. She didn't think of training as this particular way.
"It helps particularly with your aim and for me, reflexes; helps you react when you don't have any time to think. Trust me, I've done this before," Gohan assured.
"Well..."
"You seem spaced out, you sure you're ready for training?"
"Yeah...it's just kinda strange being taught by someone younger than me, and it's so sudden. I'll go gather rocks, then," Rika sheepishly remarked.
Rika went out to collect stones and pebbles alike. Her thoughts wandered from the unusual training method Gohan was using. 'I wonder how the others are doing.'
Miryo and Trunks
"So, what do we start with?"
Miryo surveyed the area of training. It was a grassy field, full with plant life, and with a small stream near by.
"We'll start with your defense and physical strength, and we'll work on your flying after lunch," Trunks informed, as he glanced towards the sky. "Just try to hit me with your best shot."
"Just...try to hit you?"
"Yeah."
"A-alright..."
Miryo went into a fighting stance, as did Trunks. Biting her lip nervously, Miryo threw a hard, simple punch to his face. Easily, Trunks sidestepped her.
"Don't hesitate to do it," Trunks said firmly as he noticed Miryo throwing simple punches at him that he could easily evade. "Or else this training is no good."
Miryo nodded her head obediently. She swung at his head again, but this time swiftly swept Trunks off the ground with a kick.
"Good." Was all Trunks said.
Kenja, Pota and Piccolo
The three were silent as they moved to a secluded area, full of trees and a cliff. Kenja and Pota gulped nervously as Piccolo stopped.
"We spar, two on one."
"What! Already!" Kenja questioned. "We haven't been trained!"
"Hn."
-This...is going to be interesting,- Pota nervously said.
-Well...let's just go all out. I'll go 'super human', and you do...uh, whatever your skills were,- Kenja etched out a plan in his mind, as Pota fumed about his friend's forgetfulness. He firmly stood his ground as he yelled, powering up to a 'super human' as his hair flew up, glowing blonde.
Piccolo merely stood with his hands folded across his chest.
-Uh...my control of light and dark won't be good here, he's already got his eyes closed,- Pota gulped.
Kenja shrugged as he ran his hand through his now blonde hair.
'Maybe I'll dye my hair blonde when this is all over...' He suddenly thought out of the blue.
Confidently, Kenja walked up to Piccolo. Seeing no response, he jumped into the air and did a hard roundhouse kick to Piccolo's head.
-He didn't even flinch,- Pota said, shocked.
-Ugh, you try.-
Pota dealt a sharp kick to his stomach, but nevertheless, Piccolo stood inanimate.
Piccolo's eyes flashed open. "The training begins now."
"Huh!"
Piccolo sent quick punches to the duo. Both were having trouble blocking, and when they did successfully block, it still hurt.
Pota jumped back from Piccolo's range of punching. "Rushing Eagle Typhoon!"
"Gah!" Kenja ducked as Pota's attack charged at Piccolo.
Piccolo pointed a finger at the eagle made of wind, and his own ki blast destroyed the Pota's and sent him flying into a tree.
"Pota!" Kenja yelled as Pota stirred painfully from the tree. -Are you okay?-
-How would you feel if you have just been blasted into a tree?- Pota groaned as he stood up.
-Let's try attacking together.-
-Anything.-
"Rushing Eagle Typhoon!"
"Solid Tiger Terrain!"
The two attacks merged into a larger ki blast, rocketing at the Namek.
"Masenko!"
A blinding beam rushed out of Piccolo's finger, completely shattering their attacks, and sent them into a line of trees.
-Ow...not again...-
Rika and Gohan
Rika threw a rock at full force at Gohan. Gohan ducked, and taunted her. "C'mon! You can do better then that!"
The duo had been training for already an hour, and Rika had not landed a rock on her mentor yet. Picking up ten stones, Rika hurled them at Gohan, who evaded each attack.
'Don't let frustration blind you,' Rika breathed to herself as she formed an attack in her mind.
She picked up fifteen rocks, and hurled them at Gohan again. Quickly, Rika picked up a larger rock and faked it to his head as Gohan dodged the first wave of rocks. Just as she thought, Gohan ducked. With her immense speed, she launched the rock at Gohan's head while he was ducking. Gohan quickly tried avoiding the rock, but was hit on the arm instead of his head.
"Great," Gohan complimented as Rika did a small victory dance.
"Finally!"
"You've got a long way to go, however," Gohan sheepishly said, as Rika's victory was cut short. "It's a good start."
"At least I actually hit you," Rika sighed.
"Let's give it another go."
Miryo and Trunks
An hour and a half had passed since the Miryo was dealing punches and kicks to Trunks. Miryo rested her hands on her knees as she regained her breath. She had managed to land a few punches and kicks on Trunks, but still had a lot more training to do.
"Want to rest?" Trunks offered.
"Just a bit."
Miryo plopped down on the grass by the stream as she stared at the reflections. She wondered if the others were doing better than her.
"You need to learn a proper punch," Trunks said as he sat down near her. "You seem to be afraid of using your knuckles."
"Kinda," Miryo muttered. "Once at the orphanage, when I was helping out in the kitchen, my caretaker yelled at me for apparently working too slow. So out of anger, I threw the beaker I was holding at her...then punched the fridge and dislocated most of my fingers, but left a satisfying dent on the fridge."
Trunks let out a light laugh. "Well, since Dende released your powers, you are a lot stronger than you were back then, and you have healing abilities. There's not much of a reason to be afraid."
"I guess."
"Here, I'll teach you a proper punch."
Trunks slid over to Miryo and took her hand, forming it into a fist. "Try not to hesitate any more."
He took her first and led it to the palm of his other hand.
"Also, you wouldn't want to hold your thumb in your fist, 'cause you'll end up hurting your thumb..."
Trunks continued with the small lesson, as Miryo nodded in acknowledgement.
Kenja, Pota and Piccolo
"Ugh..."
Piccolo had given the two a small rest. Both Kenja and Pota were beyond tired, and beaten up.
"Trunks wasn't kidding when he told us that Gohan said he was a tough trainer," Pota rubbed his sore neck.
"Yeah, always believe the guy with purple hair," Kenja wiped the blood off a cut on his arm, wincing slightly. "Just like that purple-haired guy back at the orphanage."
"You mean Tyson?"
"Yeah, that guy. I usually didn't trust him, but he turned out right more times than he was wrong," Kenja wiped the blood off his hands on the grass.
"Break's over," Piccolo stated as he walked towards the boys.
"One more minute?" Kenja begged.
"The training will commence, now."
The beaten up duo surrendered to Piccolo's order, as they stood up and got ready for another ass kicking.
Rika and Gohan
"Your accuracy has improved," Gohan remarked as the two took a break.
"Thanks," Rika flushed. "I used to play a game with Miryo and a couple of other guys. We'd set up a book at the other side of a room, and attempt to take it down with a ball from the opposite side. I managed to hit it about five times, while the guys got one or two, and Miryo got three. Of course, the caretakers disapproved but we did it anyway."
"Wow, you guys are sure rebellious," Gohan commented.
"Anyone would've been if they were at our orphanage. I can't believe they are approved to take care of us," Rika said in disgust.
"It's over now, since you're here."
"Yeah..."
"We've got about an hour and a half to burn," Gohan remarked as he calculated the time. "Think you're up for some light sparring?"
"Definitely," Rika grinned, standing up. "Bring it on!"
Miryo and Trunks
Miryo had improved in her offense, and was now working on her defense for the last hour till lunch with Trunks. The two had switched roles; Trunks was now attempting to hit Miryo (not with his full power, of course), while she evaded the attacks. Several times Trunks had landed a good punch on Miryo, showing that her defense was lacking.
"There's a lot of improvement to be done for dodging," Trunks said as Miryo blocked a punch from him. "Your blocking isn't bad, but you sometimes it's gonna hurt, so dodging would be better..."
"I know, I know, I just never worked on it before. I always blocked, or went offensive," Miryo made an incoherent noise as she blocked another punch. "Rarely dodging. I just let it come at me, and then blocked."
"So I see," Trunks landed a punch to her gut.
"Ouch..."
"You okay?" Trunks asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine...but you seem reluctant to hit me," Miryo laughed as she regained her posture.
"I don't like to hit girls that aren't threatening my life..." Trunks flushed. "But Krillen set up the training. I believe he's training with Yamcha or Tien. Kenja and Pota have the highest ki of you four, and Piccolo would be the toughest trainer, so he thought he'd give them a challenge since they are stronger."
"Oh." Miryo jumped up as Trunks decided to surprise attack her with a sweeping kick.
"That's good, just keep..."
Trunks stopped in mid-sentence as his kick got Miryo on the side.
"...I guess I spoke too soon. We'll work on your dodging before flying," Trunks said as Miryo rubbed her side. "Let's head in for lunch."
Rika and Gohan
Gohan sent a kick to Rika's head. Rika quickly ducked, and countered with a series of punches to his stomach, all of them which missed. They began to exchange punches, until Gohan picked her up and threw her into the air, charging up for a ki blast.
"Agh!" Rika yelped as she was forced to attempt to fly. She fell four feet before she regained her balance, and shakily levitated in the air.
"Right, you can't fly," Gohan sheepishly laughed as he remembered, letting Rika return safely to the ground before he continued the spar.
"Yeah," Rika returned to the ground slowly. "You're gonna pay for that! Phoenix Inferno Blaze!"
She cupped her hands together as a flaming phoenix shot out of her hands. Gohan countered with a normal ki blast, canceling out hers. Through the smoke created by the blast, Rika charged at Gohan and tackled him over, and grabbed him by the shoulders. Seeing that she was probably not able to pick him up, she kneed him in the gut and sent a punch to his face.
Gohan smirked as he regained his stance and rushed at her. Rika braced for the impact, but Gohan quickly reappeared behind her and got her in a chokehold.
Rika struggled, but with no avail. As she struggled, she tried to remember any useful bits of information about getting out of a chokehold.
"Tyan got Cyano in a chokehold to test him, and asked him how he would get out of it. And guess what Cyano said? "Punch his toe really, really hard," Miryo laughed as she relayed an event to Rika.
Rika stifled a laugh as she recalled Miryo telling her about her other good friends at the orphanage.
"What's so funny? I have the upper hand here!" Gohan remarked.
"Nothing, nothing," Rika snickered at Cyano's blunt nature.
"Well, that's it for the morning I guess. Let's head for lunch."
Kenja, Pota and Piccolo
"Lunch," Pota breathed as he lay on his back, his stomach growling. "It's lunch."
"Can we head back now?" Kenja gasped for air as he plopped down beside Pota.
"Very well," Piccolo looked over at the two overworked boys. "We'll pick up where we left off afterwards."
Both boys groaned.
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"Whoa, what happened to you guys?" Rika asked, startled, as she saw Pota and Kenja enter the kitchen last from the morning's training.
"Torturous training." Kenja muttered as he took an empty seat next to Miryo.
Pota merely nodded in agreement as he took a seat next to Kenja.
Both were matted with sweat, with several cuts on their bodies, and even more tattered clothing.
"We went to hell and back," Kenja complained some more as he took a serving of lunch.
"I'll talk to Piccolo, maybe he'll go easier on you guys," Gohan reassured.
"Or if not, I'll train you guys instead," Krillen offered. "Yamcha, Tien and Chaotzu can train with each other."
After a short lunch and break, the crew returned to their training areas. Krillen had taken over the two boys' training, while Piccolo left to stay at Kami's Lookout. By the time night came around, Rika had improved in accuracy and offense; Miryo had improved in flight and also improved in offense; Both Pota and Kenja improved their physical strength, defense and some areas of speed.
"I'm glad Krillen went much easier on us than Piccolo," Kenja groaned as he fell facedown on Pota's bed. The quartet was currently camping out in Pota's room. "I still feel Piccolo's beatings on us...that was way too hard for a first time."
"Take it like a man, Kenja," Pota said as he pushed Kenja aside and sat down on the bed. "At least I don't complain as much as you."
"Well, shit."
"We should get a good sleep, it'll probably be the same training tomorrow," Rika noted as she glanced at the clock at Pota's bed stand.
"Yeah, you're right. Night, all," Kenja was the first to leave.
"I'd like to sleep now," Pota blushed as he was left in the room with his two best girl friends.
"Right...heh, night Pota," Rika and Miryo left to their own bedrooms.
'It's gonna be a long day,' Pota sighed as he changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed.