Dragon Ball Yugure Z
A Dragon Ball Z fanfiction
by Son Goharotto (son_goharotto@hotmail.com)
Welcome to Dragon Ball Yugure Z, my personal pet project. This is what I like to call a "multi-generational alternaverse epic." Expect a complex story spanning several volumes that are littered with cliff-hangers and titanic battles. DBYZ has been revised in its entirety. While some episodes have merely been ridden of typos, others have been rewritten completely. I'll be starting from the beginning at one episode a day so new readers can join in, undaunted by DBYZ's length, and old readers can review past events. All this is leading up to the new Episode 37, from which I'll try to keep a normal updating pace instead of letting this be forgotten as it once was.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I mgiht wish it not to be, DBZ does not belong to me. It's the property of Akira Toriyama-sama and many others who (unfortunately) aren't me. I'm not trying to make any money off of this and it's just a way for me to show my love of all things Dragon Ball. Well, except maybe GT. Bleah. I is teh poor, so don't sue me.
WARNINGS: As a whole, this series contains mature language (usually in Japanese), graphic violence, brutality, mature situations (non-lemon), and a touch of angst.
NOTES: A liberal amount of Japanese vocabulary is sprinkled throughout, though nothing extremely important is ever said in another language that isn't translated. Mostly just basic Otaku Japanese. I've compiled a list of phrases I use on my homepage here: www.enpitsudo-dojo.com/libjapanese.html.
"dialogue"
""layered voice"" (Fusion, for example)
{alien language}
[thoughts, telepathy, memories]
_stressed words_
*sounds*
~scene change~
Volume IV -- Madness in the Heart
Episode 32 -- The Super Amazing Fusion!! Tell Me Thy Wish!!
Goku stumbled a bit, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. [Just a little bit longer,] he thought, watching as Goten and Trunks tried teaching the two Vegetas how to perform Fusion. He could sense the other, older Goten and Trunks duking it out with Kakarotto. The fact that they weren't dead yet was a testament to how winded the madman must have been. [Just a little bit longer an' we'll have the dragon balls.]
A dark shape in the clouds caught the Saiyajin's eye and he looked up, squinting at the sun. As it grew closer and closer, he could make out the shape of two short people standing on some kind of rug. Goku grinned and slowly strode out into the middle of the courtyard to greet the young Kami and his companion. The magical flying carpet touched down and Dende hurried over to the wounded man.
"Oh dear, we should have come back sooner!" the deity apologized, immediately getting to work. The soft sparkling glow of his healing powers covered the tall Saiyajin and washed away the pain from his body.
When the process was complete, Goku stood up to his full height and stretched. "Yosh, that's a lot better. Sankyuu, Dende."
"Is anyone else hurt?" the Namek-seijin asked, concerned.
"I think lil' Goten and Trunks could use some help," he replied, looking over his shoulder. Eyebrows raising with an idea, Goku snapped his fingers. He called out to the two children, who were struggling to hold in their laughter. Half because they didn't want the Vegetas to get angry and half because it hurt. "Oi! Goten!"
"Hai!" his youngest son answered.
"Do you still have those Senzu?"
"Um, uh, hai!"
"We thought we should save them for an emergency, Goku-san!" Chibi Trunks added.
"Good, hang on to them!" Turning to Dende, "I'm gonna go look for Kuririn, maybe help him get back faster." As the Kami approached the rehearsing Senshi, Goku touched two fingers to his forehead and began searching for his best friend's ki.
~~~~~
"I HATE SPIDERS!!" Kuririn screamed, running down a dank stone passage as one particularly large, hairy specimen chased him. The former monk slipped on a patch of muck and slid for a good thirty feet, stopped only by the dusty stone wall. He rubbed his bruised head and looked back to see the enormous tarantula bearing down on him. Kuririn scrambled to away and watched as the spider crashed through the crumbling structure. "Haha!" he said triumphantly, kicking the comatose spider in the leg. It stirred and the short man decided to beat a hasty retreat, just in time to escape the passage as it collapsed.
"This is really not a good day for me," he grumbled, trying to shake dust from his shoulder length hair. Kuririn's search for a dragon ball had taken him to the ruins of a palace complex of some sort in the middle of the giant mushroom forest. It was totally flattened and judging by the colossal ape footprints, it looked like something Goku might have done as a child, when he still had his Saiyajin tail. The short warrior had to blast away a heavy metal door, revealing an underground network or passages that hadn't been demolished. As he tried to navigate the maze-like corridors of stone, Kuririn had thus far escaped from a giant snake, spider, ghosts, poison darts, malfunctioning robots, and a cave in. "I don't think this can get much worse."
Kuririn carefully crept into the next area, which looked relatively harmless. Feeling he had finally gotten a break, the man made his way down the hall when a column shot out and crashed into the opposite wall. The ex-monk fell on his butt, shaking at the close call. He crawled under the column and sighed, but noticed how he seemed to be rising up now. Quickly rolling off another column before it slammed into the ceiling, Kuririn took off at a run, zigging and zagging to avoid the elaborate death trap.
Finally getting to an area that was devoid of booby traps, Kuririn stopped and slumped against a wall. He sucked in a long, ragged breath, then coughed as the dusty air filled his lungs. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the short man checked his Dragon Radar. "Oi, it's right around the corner!" Smiling, Kuririn walked around and bumped into Goku. "G-goku!? What are you doing here!?" he asked, confused.
"Looking for you," the Saiyajin replied. "We gotta hurry!"
"But I still haven't found the dragon ball!"
"Oh, it was sitting right here," Goku responded, holding it up for the former monk to see. Not hearing the grumblings of his long time friend, the taller man put a hand on his shoulder. "C'mon, let's go." They disappeared.
~~~~~
"Nonono! You have to touch your heels between each step! Don't forget to bend your knees. IIE, keep your arms _parallel_! Rrrnnnn..." Chibi Trunks gingerly touched his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Despite Yugure Vegeta's determination, he proved to be no more competent than his counterpart when it came to learning Fusion. Turning around, the young boy watched dejectedly as his father once again fell flat on his face. "See? You'll lose your balance if you do it like that! Your leg has to face the other way!"
"This is NONSENSE!" Vegeta roared, rubbing his nose. He glared at the sniggering Goten and got back on his feet. "I can't believe I'm being berated by children for not dancing properly!"
Yugure Vegeta rolled his eyes for the tenth time. "Just keep trying," said the older prince. Although feeling just as frustrated, at least he had more patience. [I hope I was never that bad...]
Still clearly remembering his own errors, Trunks had decided to keep the two Vegetas far apart. Partly because it would waste time and energy waiting thirty minutes for the botched Fusion to expire. But mostly because seeing a horribly obese Vegeta-Fusion would incapacitate him with laughter. The purple-haired boy sat down away from the pair, carefully lining them up in his vision so it looked like they were actually dancing together. "One more time, c'mon..... That's it! Haha, yokatta!"
Yugure Vegeta wiped his face with one gloved hand. "Let's not waste any time and do it right now," he said. Angry but compliant, the other man nodded. They both turned Super Saiyajin and assumed the first stance. "Ikuzo. Fuuuuuu..."
"...siiiooon...."
""HA!!!""
Goten and Trunks prudently closed their eyes, knowing first hand how bright Fusion light could be. It passed and Trunks sighed. Covertly crossing his fingers behind his back, the older of the two hesitantly looked up to see the result. The children stared wide-eyed at the man before them. Both Vegetas exuded an undeniable air of confidence and strength, but the Fusion of both seemed to be much more than merely a combination of the two.
He stood tall and proud, the typical Fusion clothes billowing in his golden aura of fire. The crest of blond spikes actually seemed to be glowing with electric power and his narrow, aquamarine eyes were casually surveying himself. 'Vegeta' looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them as he felt the undescribable power that coursed through his veins. His body too was perfect, mightier than the thickest hewn muscle but still lean and supple, lacking any of the scars his components bore. The feeling of invulnerability was almost palpable on his tongue.
The mind was different too, unified yet still separate. Each Vegeta could still sense the other's presence, but they shared everything now, perfectly mixed. Their minds were completely open to each other, every memory and feeling and sensation and experience mingling together to create a single entity.
""This is good,"" he said with an eerie smirk. The fused prince's voice still had that layered echo effect that Gotenks shared, but the two voices were identical to the point that it almost sounded like one person. ""This is very good.""
"P-papa?" Trunks asked, apprehensively. The man looked down at him with benevolence and composure, but the boy still felt the gaze alone might drive him to his knees. "It worked...right?"
""Hai. Stay here, I'll handle Kakarotto."" Wind stirred and the world around him melted together as Vegeta-Fusion stepped off of Kami's lookout. It wasn't bukujutsu, which required an expenditure of ki to push off from the ground. This was the pure speed of movement, like simply walking. It was a scant moment before the fused warrior could see the fight between the Yugure half-Saiyajin and Kakarotto.
The crazed man was getting sloppy, taking blows that he should have been able to block or dodge. Goten and Trunks, experienced with being pushed beyond their means, were coping rather well with having to fight a far stronger enemy. Unable to match the sheer speed and strength of the Super Saiyajin 4 Kakarotto, the pair were striking in and out at random. Kakarotto, blinded by rage or frustrated by exhaustion, was lashing out at anything he could reach.
Not ducking fast enough, Trunks took a punch to the face that flattened him in a five meter trench. The insane Saiyajin advanced and Goten had to fly in front of him to get his attention, but was grabbed by the leg as a result. He was slammed into and through the ground, then flung away and splashed down in the nearby river. Goten hurried up to the surface and pulled himself to shore, coughing to push the water from his lungs.
"I'm going to tear you apart," Kakarotto snarled, flecks of spit dotting his chin. A vein bulged dangerously on his forehead. Invulnerable though he claimed to be, the Saiyajin was clearly hurting and seemed to be favoring his right side. Blood streaked down his face and chest, even staining the coarse blond fur on his arms.
""Or so you say,"" the Vegeta-Fusion said with a bored tone of voice, abruptly appearing between the two warriors. He casually picked Goten up off the bank and wiped some mud of the teen's shirt. ""Go get Trunks and wait at the lookout."" The prince frowned slightly at the youth's befuddled expression. "Now!" he barked. Goten obligingly jumped and flew around the older men to retrieve his best friend.
Kakarotto ignored the two, instead inspecting this new, improved Vegeta. He frowned, standing upright and pompously fluffing his golden locks. The same mocking civility returned to the madman's voice as he spoke. "So fate smiles upon the ki'koug ta for a second time. But it also delivers you into my clutches once again. Do you really think a change of clothes will help you beat me?" he scoffed. "Or are you the other one? Ha! All you weak princes look the same to me."
A smirk. ""I am neither and I am both. What you see is the greatest Saiyajin warrior to ever exist, no longer a mere prince."" The fused fighter raised a hand, clenching it dramatically. ""Watashi wa Vegeta-uesama da!""
"Oh ho! Then if you are the emperor--" Kakarotto assumed a battle stance "--then consider this the coup d'état!" Focusing all his hatred onto the man before him, he charged forward in a blur and his fist lanced out right at the fused Saiyajin's face. In a blink, the fusion was gone and Kakarotto crashed down on his own face. "I missed!? Uso yo!!" he cried. Kakarotto climbed to his feet, rubbing a spot on his neck where it felt like a sword had dug into his flesh. There was no cut and no blood. But a lot of pain.
Emperor Vegeta turned around, relaxing his hand from a chop position. ""I'd offer you mercy for surrendering now, but you are already damned.""
"DAME DA!!" Kakarotto lunged for a punch, but hit nothing but air. "YOU WON'T BEAT ME!!" A hook punch. Miss. "I'LL DESTROY YOU!!" Roundhouse kick. Miss. "I'M INVINCIBLE!!" Backhand. Miss. "I AM A GOD!!" The mad Saiyajin leaned in and delivered a straight kick, but Uesama spun low and swept Kakarotto off the ground. In the moment he spent airborne, time seemed to slow down as he saw the Vegeta-Fusion leap up above, staring down at him with unforgiving eyes.
""You are hopeless."" The fused prince swung his fist, driving Kakarotto into the ground like a wrecking ball used to hammer a single nail. The rock and soil was shoved away as the impact of the madman's body dug a giant crater. Water from the river sloshed over the side and overwhelmed the screaming man with its icy grip.
Minutes passed and Vegeta-uesama sensed Kakarotto's ki rise, nonchalantly watching as his foe blasted up from the watery depths. The mad Saiyajin's aura crackled like fire and super-heated the man-made lake into a roiling cloud of steam that swirled and danced in the back draft. An animal-like howl cut through the hissing vapor and the Emperor rushed forward to meet the challenge. The shockwave cleared all trace of condensation from the air and the two super fighters engaged in melee.
Blows struck and missed, for the most part Vegeta-uesama's and Kakarotto's respectively. Even with his power pushed to its max, the maniac Saiyajin was proved to be the lesser of the two. Vegeta-Fusion sidestepped a swing and countered with a one-two punch to the face, following up with knee to the chest. Blood poured from between his enemy's teeth and a hand clamped down on Kakarotto's face. He struggled desperately and kicked at Uesama's head, but the fused prince caught it. Flipping the madman over, he delivered a back-breaker that made Kakarotto jackknife.
Eyes glazed over in agony, the insane Saiyajin slipped out of Vegeta-uesama's grip and tumbled to the ground. He writhed in the dirt for a moment, sweat-covered face contorted in a very good impression of a suffocating fish. The Fusion warrior gracefully lowered to stand a few feet away, dust and grit blown aside as if the very ground was trying to not soil his boots. The self-proclaimed Saiyajin Emperor brushed some soot from his ebon vest, but his eyes never left the floundering maniac.
Slowly, slowly Kakarotto clambered to his feet and glowered at his impossibly strong adversary. Straightening up, a long ragged breath was hissed in between his teeth. As the man's chest gradually expanded, Vegeta-uesama raised an eyebrow and thought that was an awfully long time to be inhaling. With a shout, Kakarotto opened his mouth and fired a blast of fiery ki that split the earth. The fused fighter was instantly surrounded by the flames and disappeared amidst the energy that melted rock like butter. Time passed and still the fire raged and still his opponent was nowhere to be seen.
Stumbling at the effort, Kakarotto tried to catch his breath. The fight had gone on too long, but he had done it! He had proved he was invincible! And now he had a headache. "Shit," the worn madman swore. "I can *gasp*...barely think straight..." Although his mind reeled, his black heart soared as he beheld the clear blue sky. "Well, the hard part's over with. All I have to do now is--nani?" He squinted at two white streaks that appeared, stopping somewhere above Kami's lookout.
All of a sudden, ominous grey storm clouds filled the sky and blotted out the Sun. Kakarotto marveled as the area was immediately engulfed in a lightning storm. The madman shook his head, trying to coerce an explanation from his muddled thoughts, but none came. Flying up, he tried to get a better view as huge bolt struck the lookout. No! It _came_ from the lookout and _into_ the sky! Kakarotto's ears were now filled with a booming roar as if from some mammoth beast. The lightning took the shape of a serpentine dragon whose impossibly long, emerald coils never- endingly stretched out from the center of the lookout.
"K-kisama! Shenlong da!!" Kakarotto put two fingers to his head, but the daze of fighting the Vegeta-Fusion made it impossible for him to concentrate enough for Shunkan Idou. Furious, crimson energy gathered in the Saiyajin's hand and he pointed it up at the lookout. "Bakana...I'll kill the damn dragon before I let them make a wish!!"
*CRUNCH*
Kakarotto howled as his arm was twisted around at an unnatural position. Through tears of pain, he could make out the fuzzy form of an unharmed Vegeta-uesama. There wasn't a single scratch or burn on the fused man's body. ""That would be a mistake."" He wrenched the madman's arm and flung him earthward. The Emperor hovered to a point between Kakarotto and Shenlong, crossing his arms.
Gaining his footing, the crazed Saiyajin massaged the hyper-extended muscles of his arm and mulled over this turn of events. "Then I'll just....just have to kill them both with one shot," he concluded like it was a simple matter. Focusing on his target, Kakarotto held out his arms and more blood-red ki gathered around them with crackling peals of electricity. Even over the din of the man powering up, the Holy Dragon's reverberating baritone could still be heard.
"I SHALL GRANT THEE ANY THREE WISHES. TELL ME THY WISH, AND IT SHALL BE DONE."
"HAAA!!!" Kakarotto bellowed, bringing his hands together to fire the giant bolt of red energy. With a chuckle, Vegeta-uesama ran a hand through his blond spikes, then flattened his palm at the oncoming mass of ki. The scarlet blast clashed with a golden aura in a shower of sparks and fire. The mad Saiyajin pushed with all his will, forcing his attack forward inch by inch. At last there was progress, but not the kind Kakarotto hoped for. Emperor Vegeta's aura swirled into his hands and his foe's ki followed, compressing down into a single egg-sized point of pure white light.
Vegeta smirked. Kakarotto was speechless.
Shenlong gave a great "HOOWWWAAAAARRR!!!" and his ruby eyes flashed. A few more points of light flashed on the lookout. "IT IS DONE. WHAT IS THY SECOND WISH?"
Vegeta-uesama peered down at the tiny star in his hand and chuckled. ""I believe this is yours? Here, you can have it back."" Winding back his arm, he threw it like a baseball pitcher at his enemy below. But any ordinary baseball would disintegrate at the speed the small ki orb moved and Kakarotto couldn't dodge in time, his voice reaching a full octave higher as it drilled into his shoulder with a fresh wave of bittersweet anguish.
There was no explosion, no flash of light, no enormous cloud of smoke. Only the sound of an insane man being drowned in a sea of torment. Kakarotto scrambled to his feet, clutching futilely at his blood shoulder. Just a few feet away, the Saiyajin no Uesama landed and picked up the severed arm. He made a point of inspecting the singed fur and cauterized stump, then tossed it aside.
"Nnnooo," the simpering maniac moaned. "S-s-stop...dame....."
"QUICKLY THEN. SHENLONG WILL NOT WAIT LONG FOR THE CONCERNS OF MORTALS."
""Che! It seems you're in denial,"" the Vegeta-Fusion said while shaking his head. ""I won't stop until you're dead. Begging for lenience will get you nowhere.""
"Yamero!" Kakarotto howled, ignoring him. "Damn you, Goku! Stop it! SHUT UP!!" His one remaining hand clawed at his face and hair as if trying to rip something away. [You see now?] "SHUT UP!!" [You can't win.] "SHUT UP!!!" [It's over for you!] "SHUT UP!!!!"
""Tsk tsk. What a sad, pitiful creature. But you do not have my pity, Kakarotto. However, you _are_ a pain in the ass, so I'll put you out of my misery. You should be honored!" he added, aiming his arms at the frightened mass of flesh and fur. ""You will be the first and last to fall victim to Vegeta-uesama's Big Bang Flash! Aaahahahaha!!"" The fused prince's aura flared anew and the very air turned hazy with the heat given off by his gathering ki.
Only a blind drive for survival managed to get Kakarotto to his feet and he tried to lurch away. A purple and white shape filled his already blurry vision and with a spray of blood, a vicious thrusting chop split the madman's chin. "Nnooo...nnnooooo...." the man lamented with a broken jaw.
"Yeah, payback's a bitch," Piccolo replied as he carefully stepped past the pool of blood surrounding Kakarotto. He joined the ranks of the other Z Senshi--all of whom had lined up to either side of Emperor Vegeta--and began charging up his Makkankousappou. Goku, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Juuhachig-ou, Juunana-gou, Buu, Yugure Goten, and Yugure Trunks all followed suit by gathering energy for their strongest attacks. "All right, kid," the Namek-seijin said to his once-student at his side. "What do you say we get this over with and go home?"
Gritting his teeth, Gohan smiled grimly. "Sounds like a plan."
They fired.
Kakarotto looked back the wall at the wall of ki that bore down on him and was rubbing his forehead raw, trying to get the Shunkan Idou to work. But the tortured soul of Kakarotto's first victim was steadfastly fighting off any chance of escape. [It ends.]
*FFFWWOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!*
~~~~~
"ART THOU DONE YET?" Shenlong demanded with more than a hint of impatience. "I SHALL NOT WAIT FOREVER!"
"Anou, just gimme another minute!" Goku pleaded, abashed. "We've got two more wishes, so what should this one be?"
"How about you reverse all the damage that was done to the planet after Kakarotto showed up?" Juunana-gou suggested behind him.
If Goku was surprised that this was coming from someone who had been trying to assassinate him nine years ago, he was very good at hiding it. "That's a great idea! Maybe Chichi won't get mad at me as much if the house came back. Oi!" he called up at the giant dragon's head above him. "Can you do that? Fix Chikyuu?"
The Holy Dragon 'tut'ed at the question. "A SIMPLE MATTER." His red eyes flashed again as he got to work harnessing his considerable power for the task.
"You're sure you don't mind?" Juuhachi-gou asked, feeling uncharacteristically timid. "If my brother lives with us?"
"Nah," Kuririn said with a wave. "You turned out good, so it doesn't bother me. As long as he doesn't try to kill anyone that is." He and the raven-haired Jinzouningen shared a hearty laugh at this, but both perfectly understood he was being completely serious.
"So what was it like, Papa?" Yugure Trunks badgered his father eagerly.
"That was sooooo awesome!" added Yugure Goten, playfully reenacting how Uesama had effortlessly beaten down Kakarotto (their enhanced Saiyajin vision helped them watch from the lookout). "You gotta show us how to do that!" The Son teen's best friend nodded his assent. Their younger counterparts were excitedly chatting on and on about how cool Fusion was and how much they'd like it.
"Hai hai," the older prince said with more than a bit of exasperation. "When we get back."
Closer to the edge of Kami's lookout, Gohan stood next to his idol, but was looking a bit dejected. "I'm sorry, Piccolo-san. I...I failed you. I didn't come to help when Kakarotto attacked..."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, kid," his mentor replied in a gruff yet fatherly voice. "By the time you would have shown up, it would be too late. Kakarotto might have even killed you earlier, before you had a chance to use your full power and strike when it counted." There was a twinkle in his narrow Namek-seijin eye. "You did good, by the way."
"You were watching?"
"Of course. Kaiou-sama knew something was up," he explained. "For once, I didn't have to put up with his lame jokes. Anyway, that's why I was there to pick you up. I wouldn't blame you even if you could have gotten there quick enough to save me. It would be a shame if your wild night got interrupted." The green warrior grinned toothily.
Gohan blushed fiercely, "Did we make that much noise?"
"Only if you know what to listen for," Piccolo chuckled, one taloned finger tapping his temple.
"Oh man!" the half-Saiyajin groaned. Smacking his head with the heel of his palm, "I forgot all about her! What will I say!?"
"THERE! IT IS DONE," Shenlong said in a voice that drowned out all other conversation. "NAME THY THIRD WISH."
"You guys ready?" Goku asked the Yugure Senshi. They gathered together in the middle of the courtyard and Goten gave him a thumbs up. "Yosh. Shenlong! Can you send these three back to their own dimension?"
A deep rumbling noise came from the dragon god's throat as if to vocalize he was thinking about it. "NORMALLY IT WOULD BE BEYOND MY CAPABILITIES." An agonizing pause. "HOWEVER, THESE THREE RESONATE WITH A HOLE IN THE FABRIC OF REALITY. SENDING THEM THROUGH SHOULD MEND THE TEAR...... I.......I SHALL TRY," he announced. There was an unnerving note of doubt in Shenlong's voice and everyone made their own silent prayers.
The deep, guttural growls of the Holy Dragon made everyone wince. It seemed to span on and on, filling the air with his audible efforts. At last, they could see the first signs of the wish coming true. Reality seemed to crimp and turn in on itself above the three Yugure Senshi, forming a black void-like space reminiscent of when Kakarotto had forced his full power up too quickly. Goten could feel himself being lifted off his feet and he leaned back, eyes closed. It wasn't like the first time, when the pains of battle felt they wouldn't end as he crossed the bridge between dimensions. This time, a cool sensation washed over his body before he finally blacked out.
The Z Senshi watched in awe as the blackness disappeared like clearing smoke and it was over. Chibi Goten waved goodbye, trying hard not to cry. Goku laughed and scooped up his youngest son in a big hug.
"AND THUS, THY THIRD WISH HAS BEEN FULFILLED. UNTIL NEXT TIME, SON GOKU," Shenlong said with a hint of annoyance. He apparently didn't appreciate the extra work the Son man had made for him these past few decades. "SARABADA!" The Holy Dragon disappeared in a dazzling flash of white. The dragon balls glowed with orange light and they rose high into the now clear sky, disappearing in a crack of thunder.
"Heh heh! Jaa ne, Shenlong!" Goku waved merrily. "Hmm, I gotta remember go get Suushinchuu once the dragon balls recharge. Ya know, now that we got all these radars. For old time's sake, ne?"
"How about we just get them all together and summon Shenlong again?" Kuririn suggested, making everyone turn to look at him. "Then we could wish for everyone to forget that Mr. Satan ever died. I mean, Kami forbid that he has another brainstorm and cons the world into thinking he conquered death too!"
The entire assemblage had a good laugh at this, even the incurably grumpy Vegeta. Goku bent down and picked up one of the Dragon Radars that had been carelessly tossed aside. "What d'ya say? Our next adventure!"
A Dragon Ball Z fanfiction
by Son Goharotto (son_goharotto@hotmail.com)
Welcome to Dragon Ball Yugure Z, my personal pet project. This is what I like to call a "multi-generational alternaverse epic." Expect a complex story spanning several volumes that are littered with cliff-hangers and titanic battles. DBYZ has been revised in its entirety. While some episodes have merely been ridden of typos, others have been rewritten completely. I'll be starting from the beginning at one episode a day so new readers can join in, undaunted by DBYZ's length, and old readers can review past events. All this is leading up to the new Episode 37, from which I'll try to keep a normal updating pace instead of letting this be forgotten as it once was.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I mgiht wish it not to be, DBZ does not belong to me. It's the property of Akira Toriyama-sama and many others who (unfortunately) aren't me. I'm not trying to make any money off of this and it's just a way for me to show my love of all things Dragon Ball. Well, except maybe GT. Bleah. I is teh poor, so don't sue me.
WARNINGS: As a whole, this series contains mature language (usually in Japanese), graphic violence, brutality, mature situations (non-lemon), and a touch of angst.
NOTES: A liberal amount of Japanese vocabulary is sprinkled throughout, though nothing extremely important is ever said in another language that isn't translated. Mostly just basic Otaku Japanese. I've compiled a list of phrases I use on my homepage here: www.enpitsudo-dojo.com/libjapanese.html.
"dialogue"
""layered voice"" (Fusion, for example)
{alien language}
[thoughts, telepathy, memories]
_stressed words_
*sounds*
~scene change~
Volume IV -- Madness in the Heart
Episode 32 -- The Super Amazing Fusion!! Tell Me Thy Wish!!
Goku stumbled a bit, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. [Just a little bit longer,] he thought, watching as Goten and Trunks tried teaching the two Vegetas how to perform Fusion. He could sense the other, older Goten and Trunks duking it out with Kakarotto. The fact that they weren't dead yet was a testament to how winded the madman must have been. [Just a little bit longer an' we'll have the dragon balls.]
A dark shape in the clouds caught the Saiyajin's eye and he looked up, squinting at the sun. As it grew closer and closer, he could make out the shape of two short people standing on some kind of rug. Goku grinned and slowly strode out into the middle of the courtyard to greet the young Kami and his companion. The magical flying carpet touched down and Dende hurried over to the wounded man.
"Oh dear, we should have come back sooner!" the deity apologized, immediately getting to work. The soft sparkling glow of his healing powers covered the tall Saiyajin and washed away the pain from his body.
When the process was complete, Goku stood up to his full height and stretched. "Yosh, that's a lot better. Sankyuu, Dende."
"Is anyone else hurt?" the Namek-seijin asked, concerned.
"I think lil' Goten and Trunks could use some help," he replied, looking over his shoulder. Eyebrows raising with an idea, Goku snapped his fingers. He called out to the two children, who were struggling to hold in their laughter. Half because they didn't want the Vegetas to get angry and half because it hurt. "Oi! Goten!"
"Hai!" his youngest son answered.
"Do you still have those Senzu?"
"Um, uh, hai!"
"We thought we should save them for an emergency, Goku-san!" Chibi Trunks added.
"Good, hang on to them!" Turning to Dende, "I'm gonna go look for Kuririn, maybe help him get back faster." As the Kami approached the rehearsing Senshi, Goku touched two fingers to his forehead and began searching for his best friend's ki.
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"I HATE SPIDERS!!" Kuririn screamed, running down a dank stone passage as one particularly large, hairy specimen chased him. The former monk slipped on a patch of muck and slid for a good thirty feet, stopped only by the dusty stone wall. He rubbed his bruised head and looked back to see the enormous tarantula bearing down on him. Kuririn scrambled to away and watched as the spider crashed through the crumbling structure. "Haha!" he said triumphantly, kicking the comatose spider in the leg. It stirred and the short man decided to beat a hasty retreat, just in time to escape the passage as it collapsed.
"This is really not a good day for me," he grumbled, trying to shake dust from his shoulder length hair. Kuririn's search for a dragon ball had taken him to the ruins of a palace complex of some sort in the middle of the giant mushroom forest. It was totally flattened and judging by the colossal ape footprints, it looked like something Goku might have done as a child, when he still had his Saiyajin tail. The short warrior had to blast away a heavy metal door, revealing an underground network or passages that hadn't been demolished. As he tried to navigate the maze-like corridors of stone, Kuririn had thus far escaped from a giant snake, spider, ghosts, poison darts, malfunctioning robots, and a cave in. "I don't think this can get much worse."
Kuririn carefully crept into the next area, which looked relatively harmless. Feeling he had finally gotten a break, the man made his way down the hall when a column shot out and crashed into the opposite wall. The ex-monk fell on his butt, shaking at the close call. He crawled under the column and sighed, but noticed how he seemed to be rising up now. Quickly rolling off another column before it slammed into the ceiling, Kuririn took off at a run, zigging and zagging to avoid the elaborate death trap.
Finally getting to an area that was devoid of booby traps, Kuririn stopped and slumped against a wall. He sucked in a long, ragged breath, then coughed as the dusty air filled his lungs. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the short man checked his Dragon Radar. "Oi, it's right around the corner!" Smiling, Kuririn walked around and bumped into Goku. "G-goku!? What are you doing here!?" he asked, confused.
"Looking for you," the Saiyajin replied. "We gotta hurry!"
"But I still haven't found the dragon ball!"
"Oh, it was sitting right here," Goku responded, holding it up for the former monk to see. Not hearing the grumblings of his long time friend, the taller man put a hand on his shoulder. "C'mon, let's go." They disappeared.
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"Nonono! You have to touch your heels between each step! Don't forget to bend your knees. IIE, keep your arms _parallel_! Rrrnnnn..." Chibi Trunks gingerly touched his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Despite Yugure Vegeta's determination, he proved to be no more competent than his counterpart when it came to learning Fusion. Turning around, the young boy watched dejectedly as his father once again fell flat on his face. "See? You'll lose your balance if you do it like that! Your leg has to face the other way!"
"This is NONSENSE!" Vegeta roared, rubbing his nose. He glared at the sniggering Goten and got back on his feet. "I can't believe I'm being berated by children for not dancing properly!"
Yugure Vegeta rolled his eyes for the tenth time. "Just keep trying," said the older prince. Although feeling just as frustrated, at least he had more patience. [I hope I was never that bad...]
Still clearly remembering his own errors, Trunks had decided to keep the two Vegetas far apart. Partly because it would waste time and energy waiting thirty minutes for the botched Fusion to expire. But mostly because seeing a horribly obese Vegeta-Fusion would incapacitate him with laughter. The purple-haired boy sat down away from the pair, carefully lining them up in his vision so it looked like they were actually dancing together. "One more time, c'mon..... That's it! Haha, yokatta!"
Yugure Vegeta wiped his face with one gloved hand. "Let's not waste any time and do it right now," he said. Angry but compliant, the other man nodded. They both turned Super Saiyajin and assumed the first stance. "Ikuzo. Fuuuuuu..."
"...siiiooon...."
""HA!!!""
Goten and Trunks prudently closed their eyes, knowing first hand how bright Fusion light could be. It passed and Trunks sighed. Covertly crossing his fingers behind his back, the older of the two hesitantly looked up to see the result. The children stared wide-eyed at the man before them. Both Vegetas exuded an undeniable air of confidence and strength, but the Fusion of both seemed to be much more than merely a combination of the two.
He stood tall and proud, the typical Fusion clothes billowing in his golden aura of fire. The crest of blond spikes actually seemed to be glowing with electric power and his narrow, aquamarine eyes were casually surveying himself. 'Vegeta' looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them as he felt the undescribable power that coursed through his veins. His body too was perfect, mightier than the thickest hewn muscle but still lean and supple, lacking any of the scars his components bore. The feeling of invulnerability was almost palpable on his tongue.
The mind was different too, unified yet still separate. Each Vegeta could still sense the other's presence, but they shared everything now, perfectly mixed. Their minds were completely open to each other, every memory and feeling and sensation and experience mingling together to create a single entity.
""This is good,"" he said with an eerie smirk. The fused prince's voice still had that layered echo effect that Gotenks shared, but the two voices were identical to the point that it almost sounded like one person. ""This is very good.""
"P-papa?" Trunks asked, apprehensively. The man looked down at him with benevolence and composure, but the boy still felt the gaze alone might drive him to his knees. "It worked...right?"
""Hai. Stay here, I'll handle Kakarotto."" Wind stirred and the world around him melted together as Vegeta-Fusion stepped off of Kami's lookout. It wasn't bukujutsu, which required an expenditure of ki to push off from the ground. This was the pure speed of movement, like simply walking. It was a scant moment before the fused warrior could see the fight between the Yugure half-Saiyajin and Kakarotto.
The crazed man was getting sloppy, taking blows that he should have been able to block or dodge. Goten and Trunks, experienced with being pushed beyond their means, were coping rather well with having to fight a far stronger enemy. Unable to match the sheer speed and strength of the Super Saiyajin 4 Kakarotto, the pair were striking in and out at random. Kakarotto, blinded by rage or frustrated by exhaustion, was lashing out at anything he could reach.
Not ducking fast enough, Trunks took a punch to the face that flattened him in a five meter trench. The insane Saiyajin advanced and Goten had to fly in front of him to get his attention, but was grabbed by the leg as a result. He was slammed into and through the ground, then flung away and splashed down in the nearby river. Goten hurried up to the surface and pulled himself to shore, coughing to push the water from his lungs.
"I'm going to tear you apart," Kakarotto snarled, flecks of spit dotting his chin. A vein bulged dangerously on his forehead. Invulnerable though he claimed to be, the Saiyajin was clearly hurting and seemed to be favoring his right side. Blood streaked down his face and chest, even staining the coarse blond fur on his arms.
""Or so you say,"" the Vegeta-Fusion said with a bored tone of voice, abruptly appearing between the two warriors. He casually picked Goten up off the bank and wiped some mud of the teen's shirt. ""Go get Trunks and wait at the lookout."" The prince frowned slightly at the youth's befuddled expression. "Now!" he barked. Goten obligingly jumped and flew around the older men to retrieve his best friend.
Kakarotto ignored the two, instead inspecting this new, improved Vegeta. He frowned, standing upright and pompously fluffing his golden locks. The same mocking civility returned to the madman's voice as he spoke. "So fate smiles upon the ki'koug ta for a second time. But it also delivers you into my clutches once again. Do you really think a change of clothes will help you beat me?" he scoffed. "Or are you the other one? Ha! All you weak princes look the same to me."
A smirk. ""I am neither and I am both. What you see is the greatest Saiyajin warrior to ever exist, no longer a mere prince."" The fused fighter raised a hand, clenching it dramatically. ""Watashi wa Vegeta-uesama da!""
"Oh ho! Then if you are the emperor--" Kakarotto assumed a battle stance "--then consider this the coup d'état!" Focusing all his hatred onto the man before him, he charged forward in a blur and his fist lanced out right at the fused Saiyajin's face. In a blink, the fusion was gone and Kakarotto crashed down on his own face. "I missed!? Uso yo!!" he cried. Kakarotto climbed to his feet, rubbing a spot on his neck where it felt like a sword had dug into his flesh. There was no cut and no blood. But a lot of pain.
Emperor Vegeta turned around, relaxing his hand from a chop position. ""I'd offer you mercy for surrendering now, but you are already damned.""
"DAME DA!!" Kakarotto lunged for a punch, but hit nothing but air. "YOU WON'T BEAT ME!!" A hook punch. Miss. "I'LL DESTROY YOU!!" Roundhouse kick. Miss. "I'M INVINCIBLE!!" Backhand. Miss. "I AM A GOD!!" The mad Saiyajin leaned in and delivered a straight kick, but Uesama spun low and swept Kakarotto off the ground. In the moment he spent airborne, time seemed to slow down as he saw the Vegeta-Fusion leap up above, staring down at him with unforgiving eyes.
""You are hopeless."" The fused prince swung his fist, driving Kakarotto into the ground like a wrecking ball used to hammer a single nail. The rock and soil was shoved away as the impact of the madman's body dug a giant crater. Water from the river sloshed over the side and overwhelmed the screaming man with its icy grip.
Minutes passed and Vegeta-uesama sensed Kakarotto's ki rise, nonchalantly watching as his foe blasted up from the watery depths. The mad Saiyajin's aura crackled like fire and super-heated the man-made lake into a roiling cloud of steam that swirled and danced in the back draft. An animal-like howl cut through the hissing vapor and the Emperor rushed forward to meet the challenge. The shockwave cleared all trace of condensation from the air and the two super fighters engaged in melee.
Blows struck and missed, for the most part Vegeta-uesama's and Kakarotto's respectively. Even with his power pushed to its max, the maniac Saiyajin was proved to be the lesser of the two. Vegeta-Fusion sidestepped a swing and countered with a one-two punch to the face, following up with knee to the chest. Blood poured from between his enemy's teeth and a hand clamped down on Kakarotto's face. He struggled desperately and kicked at Uesama's head, but the fused prince caught it. Flipping the madman over, he delivered a back-breaker that made Kakarotto jackknife.
Eyes glazed over in agony, the insane Saiyajin slipped out of Vegeta-uesama's grip and tumbled to the ground. He writhed in the dirt for a moment, sweat-covered face contorted in a very good impression of a suffocating fish. The Fusion warrior gracefully lowered to stand a few feet away, dust and grit blown aside as if the very ground was trying to not soil his boots. The self-proclaimed Saiyajin Emperor brushed some soot from his ebon vest, but his eyes never left the floundering maniac.
Slowly, slowly Kakarotto clambered to his feet and glowered at his impossibly strong adversary. Straightening up, a long ragged breath was hissed in between his teeth. As the man's chest gradually expanded, Vegeta-uesama raised an eyebrow and thought that was an awfully long time to be inhaling. With a shout, Kakarotto opened his mouth and fired a blast of fiery ki that split the earth. The fused fighter was instantly surrounded by the flames and disappeared amidst the energy that melted rock like butter. Time passed and still the fire raged and still his opponent was nowhere to be seen.
Stumbling at the effort, Kakarotto tried to catch his breath. The fight had gone on too long, but he had done it! He had proved he was invincible! And now he had a headache. "Shit," the worn madman swore. "I can *gasp*...barely think straight..." Although his mind reeled, his black heart soared as he beheld the clear blue sky. "Well, the hard part's over with. All I have to do now is--nani?" He squinted at two white streaks that appeared, stopping somewhere above Kami's lookout.
All of a sudden, ominous grey storm clouds filled the sky and blotted out the Sun. Kakarotto marveled as the area was immediately engulfed in a lightning storm. The madman shook his head, trying to coerce an explanation from his muddled thoughts, but none came. Flying up, he tried to get a better view as huge bolt struck the lookout. No! It _came_ from the lookout and _into_ the sky! Kakarotto's ears were now filled with a booming roar as if from some mammoth beast. The lightning took the shape of a serpentine dragon whose impossibly long, emerald coils never- endingly stretched out from the center of the lookout.
"K-kisama! Shenlong da!!" Kakarotto put two fingers to his head, but the daze of fighting the Vegeta-Fusion made it impossible for him to concentrate enough for Shunkan Idou. Furious, crimson energy gathered in the Saiyajin's hand and he pointed it up at the lookout. "Bakana...I'll kill the damn dragon before I let them make a wish!!"
*CRUNCH*
Kakarotto howled as his arm was twisted around at an unnatural position. Through tears of pain, he could make out the fuzzy form of an unharmed Vegeta-uesama. There wasn't a single scratch or burn on the fused man's body. ""That would be a mistake."" He wrenched the madman's arm and flung him earthward. The Emperor hovered to a point between Kakarotto and Shenlong, crossing his arms.
Gaining his footing, the crazed Saiyajin massaged the hyper-extended muscles of his arm and mulled over this turn of events. "Then I'll just....just have to kill them both with one shot," he concluded like it was a simple matter. Focusing on his target, Kakarotto held out his arms and more blood-red ki gathered around them with crackling peals of electricity. Even over the din of the man powering up, the Holy Dragon's reverberating baritone could still be heard.
"I SHALL GRANT THEE ANY THREE WISHES. TELL ME THY WISH, AND IT SHALL BE DONE."
"HAAA!!!" Kakarotto bellowed, bringing his hands together to fire the giant bolt of red energy. With a chuckle, Vegeta-uesama ran a hand through his blond spikes, then flattened his palm at the oncoming mass of ki. The scarlet blast clashed with a golden aura in a shower of sparks and fire. The mad Saiyajin pushed with all his will, forcing his attack forward inch by inch. At last there was progress, but not the kind Kakarotto hoped for. Emperor Vegeta's aura swirled into his hands and his foe's ki followed, compressing down into a single egg-sized point of pure white light.
Vegeta smirked. Kakarotto was speechless.
Shenlong gave a great "HOOWWWAAAAARRR!!!" and his ruby eyes flashed. A few more points of light flashed on the lookout. "IT IS DONE. WHAT IS THY SECOND WISH?"
Vegeta-uesama peered down at the tiny star in his hand and chuckled. ""I believe this is yours? Here, you can have it back."" Winding back his arm, he threw it like a baseball pitcher at his enemy below. But any ordinary baseball would disintegrate at the speed the small ki orb moved and Kakarotto couldn't dodge in time, his voice reaching a full octave higher as it drilled into his shoulder with a fresh wave of bittersweet anguish.
There was no explosion, no flash of light, no enormous cloud of smoke. Only the sound of an insane man being drowned in a sea of torment. Kakarotto scrambled to his feet, clutching futilely at his blood shoulder. Just a few feet away, the Saiyajin no Uesama landed and picked up the severed arm. He made a point of inspecting the singed fur and cauterized stump, then tossed it aside.
"Nnnooo," the simpering maniac moaned. "S-s-stop...dame....."
"QUICKLY THEN. SHENLONG WILL NOT WAIT LONG FOR THE CONCERNS OF MORTALS."
""Che! It seems you're in denial,"" the Vegeta-Fusion said while shaking his head. ""I won't stop until you're dead. Begging for lenience will get you nowhere.""
"Yamero!" Kakarotto howled, ignoring him. "Damn you, Goku! Stop it! SHUT UP!!" His one remaining hand clawed at his face and hair as if trying to rip something away. [You see now?] "SHUT UP!!" [You can't win.] "SHUT UP!!!" [It's over for you!] "SHUT UP!!!!"
""Tsk tsk. What a sad, pitiful creature. But you do not have my pity, Kakarotto. However, you _are_ a pain in the ass, so I'll put you out of my misery. You should be honored!" he added, aiming his arms at the frightened mass of flesh and fur. ""You will be the first and last to fall victim to Vegeta-uesama's Big Bang Flash! Aaahahahaha!!"" The fused prince's aura flared anew and the very air turned hazy with the heat given off by his gathering ki.
Only a blind drive for survival managed to get Kakarotto to his feet and he tried to lurch away. A purple and white shape filled his already blurry vision and with a spray of blood, a vicious thrusting chop split the madman's chin. "Nnooo...nnnooooo...." the man lamented with a broken jaw.
"Yeah, payback's a bitch," Piccolo replied as he carefully stepped past the pool of blood surrounding Kakarotto. He joined the ranks of the other Z Senshi--all of whom had lined up to either side of Emperor Vegeta--and began charging up his Makkankousappou. Goku, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Juuhachig-ou, Juunana-gou, Buu, Yugure Goten, and Yugure Trunks all followed suit by gathering energy for their strongest attacks. "All right, kid," the Namek-seijin said to his once-student at his side. "What do you say we get this over with and go home?"
Gritting his teeth, Gohan smiled grimly. "Sounds like a plan."
They fired.
Kakarotto looked back the wall at the wall of ki that bore down on him and was rubbing his forehead raw, trying to get the Shunkan Idou to work. But the tortured soul of Kakarotto's first victim was steadfastly fighting off any chance of escape. [It ends.]
*FFFWWOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!*
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"ART THOU DONE YET?" Shenlong demanded with more than a hint of impatience. "I SHALL NOT WAIT FOREVER!"
"Anou, just gimme another minute!" Goku pleaded, abashed. "We've got two more wishes, so what should this one be?"
"How about you reverse all the damage that was done to the planet after Kakarotto showed up?" Juunana-gou suggested behind him.
If Goku was surprised that this was coming from someone who had been trying to assassinate him nine years ago, he was very good at hiding it. "That's a great idea! Maybe Chichi won't get mad at me as much if the house came back. Oi!" he called up at the giant dragon's head above him. "Can you do that? Fix Chikyuu?"
The Holy Dragon 'tut'ed at the question. "A SIMPLE MATTER." His red eyes flashed again as he got to work harnessing his considerable power for the task.
"You're sure you don't mind?" Juuhachi-gou asked, feeling uncharacteristically timid. "If my brother lives with us?"
"Nah," Kuririn said with a wave. "You turned out good, so it doesn't bother me. As long as he doesn't try to kill anyone that is." He and the raven-haired Jinzouningen shared a hearty laugh at this, but both perfectly understood he was being completely serious.
"So what was it like, Papa?" Yugure Trunks badgered his father eagerly.
"That was sooooo awesome!" added Yugure Goten, playfully reenacting how Uesama had effortlessly beaten down Kakarotto (their enhanced Saiyajin vision helped them watch from the lookout). "You gotta show us how to do that!" The Son teen's best friend nodded his assent. Their younger counterparts were excitedly chatting on and on about how cool Fusion was and how much they'd like it.
"Hai hai," the older prince said with more than a bit of exasperation. "When we get back."
Closer to the edge of Kami's lookout, Gohan stood next to his idol, but was looking a bit dejected. "I'm sorry, Piccolo-san. I...I failed you. I didn't come to help when Kakarotto attacked..."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, kid," his mentor replied in a gruff yet fatherly voice. "By the time you would have shown up, it would be too late. Kakarotto might have even killed you earlier, before you had a chance to use your full power and strike when it counted." There was a twinkle in his narrow Namek-seijin eye. "You did good, by the way."
"You were watching?"
"Of course. Kaiou-sama knew something was up," he explained. "For once, I didn't have to put up with his lame jokes. Anyway, that's why I was there to pick you up. I wouldn't blame you even if you could have gotten there quick enough to save me. It would be a shame if your wild night got interrupted." The green warrior grinned toothily.
Gohan blushed fiercely, "Did we make that much noise?"
"Only if you know what to listen for," Piccolo chuckled, one taloned finger tapping his temple.
"Oh man!" the half-Saiyajin groaned. Smacking his head with the heel of his palm, "I forgot all about her! What will I say!?"
"THERE! IT IS DONE," Shenlong said in a voice that drowned out all other conversation. "NAME THY THIRD WISH."
"You guys ready?" Goku asked the Yugure Senshi. They gathered together in the middle of the courtyard and Goten gave him a thumbs up. "Yosh. Shenlong! Can you send these three back to their own dimension?"
A deep rumbling noise came from the dragon god's throat as if to vocalize he was thinking about it. "NORMALLY IT WOULD BE BEYOND MY CAPABILITIES." An agonizing pause. "HOWEVER, THESE THREE RESONATE WITH A HOLE IN THE FABRIC OF REALITY. SENDING THEM THROUGH SHOULD MEND THE TEAR...... I.......I SHALL TRY," he announced. There was an unnerving note of doubt in Shenlong's voice and everyone made their own silent prayers.
The deep, guttural growls of the Holy Dragon made everyone wince. It seemed to span on and on, filling the air with his audible efforts. At last, they could see the first signs of the wish coming true. Reality seemed to crimp and turn in on itself above the three Yugure Senshi, forming a black void-like space reminiscent of when Kakarotto had forced his full power up too quickly. Goten could feel himself being lifted off his feet and he leaned back, eyes closed. It wasn't like the first time, when the pains of battle felt they wouldn't end as he crossed the bridge between dimensions. This time, a cool sensation washed over his body before he finally blacked out.
The Z Senshi watched in awe as the blackness disappeared like clearing smoke and it was over. Chibi Goten waved goodbye, trying hard not to cry. Goku laughed and scooped up his youngest son in a big hug.
"AND THUS, THY THIRD WISH HAS BEEN FULFILLED. UNTIL NEXT TIME, SON GOKU," Shenlong said with a hint of annoyance. He apparently didn't appreciate the extra work the Son man had made for him these past few decades. "SARABADA!" The Holy Dragon disappeared in a dazzling flash of white. The dragon balls glowed with orange light and they rose high into the now clear sky, disappearing in a crack of thunder.
"Heh heh! Jaa ne, Shenlong!" Goku waved merrily. "Hmm, I gotta remember go get Suushinchuu once the dragon balls recharge. Ya know, now that we got all these radars. For old time's sake, ne?"
"How about we just get them all together and summon Shenlong again?" Kuririn suggested, making everyone turn to look at him. "Then we could wish for everyone to forget that Mr. Satan ever died. I mean, Kami forbid that he has another brainstorm and cons the world into thinking he conquered death too!"
The entire assemblage had a good laugh at this, even the incurably grumpy Vegeta. Goku bent down and picked up one of the Dragon Radars that had been carelessly tossed aside. "What d'ya say? Our next adventure!"