Chapter 1

The boy from the future had just left, and Goku felt the bulge from the antidote against his shirt. He was on his way home with Gohan and he was as happy as he had been in a long time. Gohan babbled on excitedly about the upcoming androids, and what he had been doing while Goku had been gone. Then he listened excitedly as Goku told about Yadrat. They landed outside their house, and Goku gazed at it in fondness, and then started toward the door. Before he could reach it, it swung open, and a black-haired missile flew at him and clung to him, weeping hysterically. He gently hugged her, and patted her back. He was very happy to see Chichi. After her weeping had subsided, the went inside, and Chichi began to prepare a very big feast. Goku winked at Gohan. They had already decided this week was Chichi's and then it was training time. However, he wouldn't completely ignore his wife, he had missed her terribly.

Goku carefully took out the antidote, and stuck it on the book shelf. "Wait, Dad," he heard Gohan say, and felt him tug on his sleeve. He looked at his son fondly. He had certainly grown up in the time Goku had been gone.

"What is it, son?" he asked.

"I think you shouldn't leave it here," Gohan said, something unknown in his eyes, "I thing you should make a pocket in your gi, so you can carry it with you always and stop the virus before it gets out of hand."

"That's a good idea, son, but that means will probably have to tell your mother about the "future thing" before we planned to."

Gohan grinned. He wasn't looking forward to that either. Twenty minutes later the house was filled with angry screeching.

"Stupid future boy!" the creature yelled, picking up a rock and throwing it at the cave wall. "He gave him an antidote!"

Once again, he sister calmed him down. "We just need to bide our time," she said. "We'll wait to infect him until he is in danger, or he leaves the antidote home. Then we will do all in our power to keep him away from the antidote. After all, we know exactly when the androids are coming."

Once again, the creature grinned. "Thank you, Yuglia. You are such a comfort to me. I don't know what I would do without you."

She winked and then went back to work on her computer.

Three weeks later, Goku and Gohan were training profusely. Goku socked a punch and it went through Gohan's defenses into Gohan's face. Gohan crashed into a rock wall, and slumped down onto the ground. He lay still, knocked out cold. Goku shocked, said, "Oops, sorry Gohan!" He could sense that Gohan would be out for a while, so he swooped down, and picked him up and then used Instant Transmission to fly to King Kai's. King Kai started in surprise and fell on his backside.

"Goku? What are you doing here?"

"I need your help, King Kai," Goku said, with a smile, "can you give me some more weighted clothing? Mine is getting too light."

"Sure, Goku," King Kai said, goggling at him. "Then he motioned with his hand and Goku's arms dropped and he fell to one knee. Sweat began to pour down his face, but he grinned happily.

"Thanks, King Kai!" he said, and picked up Gohan, as he was about to fly off, King Kai said, "What happened to him?"

Goku looked at King Kai, and then rubbed his head sheepishly. "I kind of went too hard on him."

Then he used Instant Transmission again, and appeared in Korin's tower. "Hey, Korin?" he called, "are the senzu beans ripe yet?"

"Hello, Goku!" the white cat said happily. "You came just in time. I just finished the last batch! Here you go!" Goku happily caught the bag, and pulled one bean out and gave it to Gohan. Goku was slowly adjusting to the increased weights, but if they had been easy for him, he would have gone back to King Kai and asked for heavier ones. Gohan's eyes popped open, and he flipped up to a fighting position. "Let's go, Dad!" he yelled, his eyes gleaming with the Saiyan urge to fight. Goku grinned, and flew off, with his son in hot pursuit.

"Thanks again, Korin!" he yelled. Korin shook his head and sighed.

A year had passed, and Goku and Gohan trained like never before. Goku had stopped at King Kai's place six more times to get an increase in weights, and he'd received his seventh set just that day. Right now, his chi level was so low, because of the weights, that Gohan was dead-even with him. Piccolo noticed this and smiled at Goku. "Looks like Gohan's catching up!" he yelled over the sound of the two Saiyans fighting." Goku, who was barely able to fly with his new weights in normal form, grinned at Piccolo, and dodged another hit from Gohan. Gohan was growing angry. He felt as though Goku wasn't giving it his all, so he pressed him harder. Goku forced himself to move his fists faster. He also increased the fight. Gohan, who was pushing harder than he ever had before, exploded in fury and launched himself full out at his Dad. Goku was suddenly struggling to fight back. A punch landed on Goku, then another, then another. Goku flipped backwards, and hitting the ground flipped up, hitting Gohan straight in the face. Gohan didn't move, and Goku grinned. He was really proud of his son. His fighting skill was extraordinary. Goku went on the defense and blocked Gohan's punches. Then, as if on cue, they both stopped fighting and dropped to the ground breathing hard.

"Goku, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were getting weaker," Piccolo mocked. Goku laughed. No one, including Gohan, knew about the weights. If they did, he knew Vegeta at least would want to get some weights as well. Goku laughed at himself. He was still in the competition, but not anywhere as seriously as Vegeta was taking it. He was in the gravity room every day, but he didn't know, and Goku wouldn't tell him, that Goku's weights were much heavier than the gravity level Vegeta was up to. Goku's strength had increased tremendously, but something was still bothering him. "Piccolo, you heard the boy from the future, when was I supposed to get the heart virus?"

"About three weeks ago, I think he said," Piccolo said, his frown turning puzzled.

"Then why haven't I gotten it yet?"

"Maybe him telling you to train made it so you weren't somewhere you would have caught the virus. Maybe you aren't even going to get it now."

Goku shook his head. "I don't think so, but I guess that could be it."

Gohan grinned, fully recovered from fighting, "Let's go, Dad!"

Goku looked at Piccolo, "Care to join us?"

Piccolo smiled, but said, "I do my own training, maybe next week."

Goku grinned and then soared to fight his son.

Piccolo grinned. Little did Goku know that Piccolo had been increasing the amount of weights he was carrying. He was prepared to fight the androids.

In the gravity room, Vegeta screamed in frustration. He couldn't do it! He just couldn't do it! He slammed his fist into the wall, and the wiring began to short circuit. The room went to 800x earth's gravity. He was slammed against the floor, and suddenly he was in a desperate struggle to survive. Crawling across the floor took almost all of his chi, but finally he climbed up, and shut it off. He lay draped over the machine, bleeding and sweating. He sank to the floor, and gasped in air. "I can't do it here," Vegeta croaked, "I need to try out in space. Somewhere out there, I'm sure I'll find the answer...the answer of how to become a super saiyan." Finally a smile crossed Vegeta's lips, "And I will beat Kakarott."