Training Part 2

One year later and everyone is getting really worked up about the tournament now everyone has gotten a lot stronger and sharpened their fighting skills to a degree they are better then ever before, if the world was to be invaded they would be ready…or would they…

'My lord we have entered the system now, what are your orders?' asked a small pink being with huge pink eyes as it bowed to the creature sitting on the throne in front of him.

'Tell everyone to keep their power levels at a minimum, we must keep our presence secret for now other then that switch over to stealth mode, keep your distance from their sensors and scan the planet for the strongest fighters' commanded the man sitting in the majestic throne built from the skulls of numerous aliens. The small pink creature bowed out of the room to do his masters bidding just as two other men stepped from the shadows.

'I can already sense them Kiwi' said one of the men to the other that entered with him as he picked at his pointed fangs with a sharpened bone.

'Yes Dockley, I can as well, they are quite powerful but nothing we can't handle' growled the one known as Kiwi as he narrowed his bright red eyes at his smaller companion. The two walked to the throne and bowed down as their hairy tails waved in the air, Dockley's long blue spiky hair touched the floor as he kneeled and Kiwi's hair stuck at random angles on top of his head almost glowing bright red because the colouring was so bright.

'I trust the preparations are almost complete on Namek' laughed the leader in his rough voice.

'Yes my lord Radoz and Napu have reported that the search for the dragon balls is going well, soon they will have them all and our plan can commence once we have earths dragon balls' growled Dockley

'Of course it is going well they are my two strongest fighters, I have been thinking though, we may not need the earths dragon balls, if they do not do our bidding we will just crush some of them until they do obey, Sayains will follow the strongest through fear of their own lives, they are pathetic like that, so since we need no resources let us have some fun during our revenge' cackled the man sitting on the throne as he stood up bringing his face into the light, his cruel red eyes sparkled standing out against his grey skin as he bared his fangs and his hair black hair stood on end high into the air.

….

A fist swung for Tien's head luckily he ducked and it sailed over his head, he countered by launching an uppercut at his attackers gut but only hit an after image, a foot headed for Tien's back but again only got an after image.

'You're getting faster and stronger' laughed Tien as he punched his teenage son in the gut causing his eyes to bulge from his head (all three of them).

'You're getting old' laughed his son 'I hardly felt that' lied Noah as he connected with a kick to his fathers stomach sending him flying into the air, Tien soared upwards but was stopped by his son as he brought his arms down like a club across his back, Tien couldn't believe it his son had mastered multiform and he new nothing about it. Tien crashed to the floor as the Noah clones leapt into the air joining the original where they separated out surrounding their father.

'Tri-beam' yelled the boys as they put their hands into the shape of a triangle and launched beams at Tien burying his body deeper into the ground.

'Okay you beat me, I give up' laughed Tien as his son merged back into one and lowered himself to the ground before pulling his father from the hole he was in and hugging him.

'You really think I'm ready dad?' asked Noah as he kept hugging his father.

'Your as ready as you ever will be' smiled his father which caused Noah to push him off and narrow his eyes.

'What exactly is that supposed to mean' growled Noah angrily, eyeing his father with contempt 'are you trying to say that I wont win, if that is what your trying to say then I will prove you wrong, I will destroy all of the competitors I come up against if that's what it takes to prove it' yelled Noah before laughing manically and angrily at his father.

'That's not what I meant, now what have I told you about not flying off the handle like that' lectured Tien worried about his son 'go and meditate to focus your inner self' ordered Tien as he turned to Chatzou.

'I think Noah should get some professional help' worried Chatzou about his god son 'he seems to get more insane as the days go by.'

'He's not insane, he's just a little peculiar, and he'll grow out of it.' Tien reassured himself more then anything when he said this even though he didn't really believe it.

'He gets it from his mother, Lunch was always crazy especially with that multiple personality thing going on' said Chatzou not believing his best friend.

'He will be fine' repeated Tien still not believing it.

'Hey Trunks' said Bulma as her son walked into the dinning room 'it seems like so long since I last saw you I was beginning to wonder if you still lived here' teased his mother but she was right he had hardly been around for the last year.

'Sorry about that mom, 'I've been a little busy' confessed Trunks, it was true he had been busy if he wasn't in the gravity room he had been journeying the world training.

'Well I'm glad you decided to come to night, hopefully you and your father can bury the hatchet as long as the two of you stop being pig headed' lectured his mother.

'I'm sure that won't happen mom' sighed Trunks, thinking of how angry he still was at his father and how great it would be when he beats him.

'You and Vegeta are too much alike some times Trunks, did you know that?' asked his mother half chuckling and half sighing at the state of her family. 'Now wash up for dinner'

An hour later…

'I'm sure he'll be here any minute, I made sure I reminded him every day this week numerous times so he'll come just to get me off his back' laughed Bulma as the three Briefs stared at the empty chair where Vegeta would sit.

Another hour passed before Vegeta turned up, he probably just got wrapped up in training but Trunks was sure he was trying to play mind games and remind his son who was in charge.

'So Trunks what have you been up to while you were away?' asked Bra who was smiling happily at her brother.

'You know this and that, training, I can't really talk about it, I want to keep it as a surprise' said Trunks as he stared at his father who stared back in almost a contest.

'If you can call it training' muttered Vegeta smirking at his son.

'What is that supposed to mean?' asked Trunks with an edge in his voice his family had not heard him use in a long time.

'I've sensed your so called training, I know you can push yourself more then that remember child I want a challenge before I beat you' scowled Vegeta for which he got a kick under the table from Bulma.

The room was deathly silent for minutes as the two men either ate in silence or stared at one another, Bulma and Bra just looked at each other with sympathy.

'Pass the peas' asked Vegeta but coming from Vegeta it was an order not a question.

Trunks grabbed the bowl containing the few peas left and poured them onto his own plate, Vegeta growled and increased his power level ever so slightly knowing only Trunks would be able to sense it. Trunks did the same and matched his father.

'So how is the corp. mom?' asked Bra trying to get conversation started again.

'Oh you know dear hectic as ever, I understand why Trunks wanted to give up the job' smiled Bulma pleasantly she was actually really enjoying the job even though she wished she could spend more time in the lab then in the board room.

'Yes, were so proud of you Trunks quitting your job to slack off and letting your poor elderly mother do all the work' snarled Vegeta trying to get under his sons skin. It had worked Trunks once again raised his power level only to be matched by his father.

'Who are you calling elderly?' asked Bulma quite peeved at her husbands comment.

'Yeah I see your point dad, well at least I had a job instead of growing up as some rich spoilt little prince, and still can't let go of his past glory of the proud and noble Sayain empire which really was a bunch of no good filthy pirates' Trunks was smiling from ear to ear by now as he had really angered his father which sent his power level rocketing by now Bra could sense both men and only Bulma was oblivious to the power level one ups man ship going on at the table.

'Trunks, there is no need for that' lectured his mother trying to diffuse the situation.

'Let the boy speak, he thinks he's better then the Sayain race, have you forgotten where you came from or how you got strong? If not for your Sayain heritage you would be some weak earthling who wouldn't have been able to stand up to the boys at school' growled Vegeta.

'Better a human then a murdering space pirate who cries every time Kakkarot is stronger then him and who hasn't come to realise it is because Goku has a reason to fight other then selfishness to be the most powerful it is because he has people who love him. Why does he have people who love him I can hear you thinking, if you really want to know its because he is a better person and superior in everyway then the grand high prince of all Sayains!' Trunks yells at the top of his voice, this causes his fathers power to go off the charts as he bursts into Super Sayain quickly followed by his son which flips the dinning table over sending food flying everywhere as Bulma leaves the room in tears.

'Look what you've done now!' yells Bra as she chases after her mother.

Vegeta launched at Trunks who is momentarily distracted by his sister which means he gets knocked through the wall into the capsule corp. grounds. Vegeta steps through the hole made by his son only to get a kick in the face sending him flying into a near by wall demolishing it, Vegeta quickly stands and begins to power up. Trunks does the opposite and begins to power down.

'I can't believe you were willing to do this when you've seen what it does to mom, I will see you at the tournament' said Trunks as he began to lift off into the air leaving his father to scowl at him.

…

'I'm telling you I felt it I was this close to going to level 3' said Goten as he held his fingers up and held them closely together as he sat on Gohan's sofa.

'You better be talking about a computer game because otherwise I don't believe it 'ten, I know what your like for blowing things out of proportion it wasn't long ago you went level 2 if you remember' Laughed Gohan.

'I was 18 when I went level 2 and you know it' yelled Goten playfully.

'Well that's another reason see I was Super Sayain 2 at 14 and I never went to level 3 at all' grinned Gohan knowing how much it was annoying his brother.

'You can't even go super anymore bro just let it go' laughed Goten getting slightly annoyed.

'Despite what you or Old Kai said I can go super and will when I have to but my mystic form is strong enough for everything we've faced so far' lectured Gohan to his brother smiling.

'So let me get this straight you can…but don't. Well I find that hard to believe' sniggered Goten.

'You would, you're a big show off, dad always taught me to never show your true strength if you don't have to. There's also that it is slightly dangerous it puts a tremendous strain on me, when I go Super Sayain 2 its like I have to power of a level 4 but not in the league of dad or Gogeta those transformations had full power and control over it but still even the power I do gain could be too much without my body changing to the form of a level 4 to allow for the extra energy flow' confessed Gohan to his brother something he had never told anyone too scared they would worry.

'Well in that case bro I'm going to look forward to our match for the championship' said Goten cockily building up the sibling rivalry they had had since he was fourteen and got too cocky for his own good sometimes.

'Don't get ahead of yourself' laughed Gohan 'your bound to have to face of against Uub, Trunks or Vegeta, they are pretty strong but I'm sure it'll be one of you four in the final wit me and if it is you that's all the better' said Gohan cockily trying to get Goten into an even more competitive mood after all he really would love to compete with his brother. The two smile at each other and can hardly wait for the tournament to begin.

…

A young man walks down the street in the rain over his shoulder he carries a large rucksack containing his entire life.

He slowly approaches a bar, he stares at the bikes outside the bar running his hands over a bright red sporty number which despite being built for speed was not lacking in power. He pulls his leather jacket tighter across the back of his back as he straightens himself up before he walks through the door smiling cockily. The bar begins to quite as he enters the room as a lot of the bikers stare at him, he is a stranger in these parts and they all know it.

He slowly approaches the bar sitting down on an empty stool as he hunches over and casts a quick glance down the bar at the bikers, he knows this is a rough place that's why he came, he stretches back on the chair as he pushes his long black hair away from his face revealing his model good looks. The bar tender approaches him, nods and grunts, in these parts in this situation that was a question. The man throws cash onto the bar and informs the bar tender which drink he wants, the bar tender hands him a beer in a pint glass and the boy takes a drink.

'Hey girly man' came a voice from behind him, the man swivels on his chair coming face to face with three or four bikers. 'The boys and I couldn't help notice your attitude, let me inform you that isn't the way we do things round here, you don't get an attitude till you prove yourself.'

The young man smiles and shrugs giving the bikers a just bring it gesture, the bikers growl and grab him by the jacket. 'Now guys give the boy a chance to apologize first' lectured the bar tender trying to avoid another brawl in his bar.

'Not a chance' laughs the man, this causes the bikers to handle him more roughly, 'Actually one question, who owns that red bike outside?' asks the man as he smiles cockily.

'I do' growled the big biker who had originally grabbed the man 'let me guess, I need your clothes your boots and your motorcycle' mocked the biker doing his best Terminator impression which caused the other men to laugh.

'No just your motorcycle' laughed the man cockily as he launched forward faster then the bikers eyes could see knocking down two of the men flanking the leader with a split leg dropkick before landing on his feet, and driving his fist into the gut of the man who owns the bike.

The biker drops to his knees clutching his stomach feeling pain like he had never felt before despite the fact he had been shot numerous times. Another man who was with the bikers swung a pool cue at the guys head which causes him to duck before popping up kicking the guy in the face, grabbing the cue and breaking it over the had of another man who had been pulling a gun from the inside of his jacket.

The man flashed a smile to the women in the bar before holding out his hand to the biker who obediently handed over his keys. The young man quickly snaps his fist out to the side punching another attacker in the face and grabbing his shades in one motion, he drops the shades onto his face and exits the bar.

An hour later he rockets down the street on the powerful bike, he doesn't exactly know why he does these things but he knows he can and shouldn't that be enough but he knows he can be better and that's why he is here. He pulls up outside an apartment building as he kicks the rest down on his bike and dismounts he checks the little scrap of paper before shoving it into his pocket and walking to the door which is obviously locked considering the late hour, the man strikes his fist out driving it through the door which crumples as he pulls it from its hinges.

The man enters into the stair well and begins to climb, he can't help to notice how lavish this building was the man he was here to see was obviously quite rich, he eventually reaches the door he is looking for and knocks loudly on the door after about a minute there is no answer so he knocks louder and again no answer after another minute or two he is thinking of breaking the door down when it swings open revealing a man dressed in a pair of shorts and little else.

'Are you Yamcha?' asks the man as he narrows his eyes.

'Yeah and you better have a good reason for waking me at this time' growled Yamcha a little grumpy because he had been woken up.

'I want you to train me for the world martial arts tournament' informed the man still not loosening his gaze from Yamcha's eyes.

'What are you talking about? Who are you?' asked Yamcha as he prepared to slam the door shut after the answer.

'I'm your son' said the young man, to which Yamcha's eyes practically bulged out of his sockets and he practically kicked himself at how he hadn't noticed the similarity.

'I think you better come in' said Yamcha as he motioned for the boy to enter.

…

'Something's wrong' declared Dende as he stared into the sky.

'Is earth in danger, should I alert Gohan and the others?' asked Mr Popo listening to the guardians words.

'No nothing like that, something on Namek, I can sense a struggle and fear but I'm probably just worrying about nothing' confessed Dende as he smiled at Mr Popo.

'Hi guys!' yelled Uub as he shot over their heads 'just thought I'd stop by' with that he disappeared down the other side of the rest heading towards Gohan's home. Since Goku left Uub has had a lot of spare time on his hands, he did look after other orphans but they were old enough to look after themselves now for the main part so Uub often just visited his friends around the world.

'I know I can do it, it's always been inside of me, I can sense it but I can never seem to reach it' thought Uub to himself concentrating on his immense power he knew he had inside himself which had even grown since absorbing fat Buu but had never truly reached, 'perhaps I'm missing something that makes my power manifest, I've shown it before when I've gotten angry and its been unleashed in small doses but master Goku always said that anger is not enough you need something else but he never said what.' Uub's train of thought was interrupted by a familiar power signature which he recognised.

'Hi Pan' said Uub without even turning his head.

'Aww I thought I had you that time' laughed Pan remembering a game her and Uub used to play as kids when he and Goku visited or she visited them in which they tried to sneak up on each other, she had never won.

'It's impossible to sneak up on me Pan you know that I can sense energy better then you can when you think your not giving off any energy I can still sense you a mile away.

'What are you doing anyway Uub?' asked Pan quite curious about the boy she had a crush on.

'I'm taking a break from training today, like your grandpa said you have to take a break after all what's the point in training to save lives if you never have one' said Uub remembering Goku's words.

'You really loved Grandpa didn't you Uub?' asked Pan already knowing the answer. Uub just blushed he was never quite sure what to say Goku had been like a second father to him but he felt saying he loved him would mean that he would have loved his real parents less and he could never allow that to happen.

'What are you doing?' asked Uub trying quickly to change the subject.

'I was just going to your village to see if you wanted to catch a movie in west city when I sensed you' said Pan smiling and trying not to blush.

'Sure that sounds great what better then a movie with a beautiful girl' said Uub not realising what he was doing like he always does just quoting other people without thinking about it this time it was Goten from one of his little lectures he used to give to Uub.

Pan blushed a little before leaning over and kissing Uub gently on the cheek as a thank you, Pan blasted off a little getting ahead of Uub trying to calm herself down and stop the huge red patches where her cheeks once were. Uub hung in air for a little longer he felt strange his face was hot and he could feel something happening in his stomach, he tried not to thinks about it as he flew after Pan.

…

Colours swirled in the air and the flames crackled as the old man through powder into the fire. He chanted and rocked backwards and forwards as the fellow members of his tribe danced around him and the other man who sat on the other side of the fire with his eyes ablaze reflecting the fire as he stared intensely into them.

The old man stood and placed his hands into some bowls pulling them out covered in a colourful paint like substance, he reached forward and began to mark it across the face of the other man whose long black hair was braided into a ponytail down his back.

The man continued the chanting as he marked the man's face and those that surrounded them bowed down.

'You have truly proved yourself, you climbed the great tower as you vowed and have become the strongest of our tribe ever, you have for filled the prophecies set down by our ancestors who said they were sent from the Kais themselves' began the old man as he continued to chant 'You have been chosen as the protector, you need only to beat the greatest warriors in the world to become the true chosen one.'

The younger man nodded in respect as a large red line was placed down his forehead and placed two large feathers in his hair. 'Once the ritual is complete your powers will be awakened and you will have more power then your awakened powers by Korin because he can only open your potential this should give you the power.'

'Yes elder, I will go to the tournament and battle the strongest in the universe otherwise my name is not Oupa' said Oupa as he stood up towering above the medicine man of his village and in fact everyone in his village, the light from the fire flickered around showing his chiselled physique as the colourful smoke drifted high into the air so high even Korin could see it.

'Yajarobie, I think this could be quite an interesting tournament' laughed Korin to his companion as he looked down on the village below and the other warriors around the world.

…

'My lord, the scouters have picked up some information that you may find interesting, in just under a year a tournament is taking place. The strongest from around the world are training intensely now would be a perfect time to attack while they have their guard down' said one low level warrior to his master informing him of the information he had just gotten from the little robot that had just returned from earth.

'A tournament you say, that gives me a better idea, postpone the attack for the moment, a year will be fine it will give our warriors on Namek a chance to quell the uprising and locate the final few dragon balls, are the ones we seek entering this contest?' asked the man as he licked his fangs.

'The bots have recorded several of them talking about the tournament and their power levels are increasing rather rapidly' answered the man as he bowed down to his master.

'Rising you say, are any of them a threat?' asked Kiwi getting a little worried about the Sayains power.

'Not really sir, you and lord Dockely could have to break a sweat with the two strongest warriors but they are nothing you cannot handle with a little work' said the man he was about to continue talking when he was vaporised by a blast from Kiwi.

'Insolent fool, doubting our powers in such away' yelled Dockley as smoke drifted from his clawed fingers.

'Hmm I think the three of us should enter this tournament, then we can gauge their power for ourselves then we can decide whether we destroy them or ask them to join us' a smirk spread across the face of the man who sat in the chair as he thought of his plan.

Next Time: The gang get together as the tournament begins but it isn't always a happy reunion and who are these strangers with such power.