"Piccolo! You must return quickly! There isn't much time!"
Piccolo gasps in surprise. He looks around the dark void he now finds himself floating within. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
A massive face appears from the void with a semi-translucent mirage-like appearance.
"Mommy? Is that you?"
"Yes, Piccolo. It is I, Kami, your mother. You must return to me at once if there is to be any hope of saving the earth!"
"What? What do you mean? Where am I?"
"You're in your unconscious mind, Piccolo; I'm contacting you with telepathy. It is of utmost importance that you reach me in the real world."
"Don't you understand, mom! There's nothing I can do to win now. I failed! What could you possibly do for me that would make a difference!"
The face of Kami closes its eyes, unable to muster the courage to explain further. "Piccolo, you must trust me. When you get here I will tell you everything."
Piccolo grunts with dissatisfaction for the answer, but pulls himself back together. "Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Do hurry, my son. Oh, and one more thing-" Kami is cut off mid-sentence as Piccolo is rudely awakened by the force of an alcoholic bottle smashing against his head.
"Oh, damn, sorry dude. I forgot you were down there." Yajirobe gets up after tripping over Piccolo's body.
Piccolo lets out a pained yell and attempts to rationalize his situation. He finds himself lying face down and sprawled out, only halfway into the doorway of the lookout's inner entrance. "What's going on!? How did I get here!"
"Huh? Oh I dropped you off after we got back to the lookout. I was going to bring you inside, but I got kinda grossed out when your arm started growing back. Anyway, the world's ending and everything sucks now."
Piccolo gets to his knees and looks up to Yajirobe in fear. "What do you mean? All I remember was that I was fighting that Saiyan. Where is master Satan? Is he alright?"
"Oh, he's totally dead."
Piccolo releases a heavy gasp in disbelief and shock. "No. That's… It can't be!"
"Yeah, anyway I'm going to need you to restock the fridge."
Piccolo bursts into tears and slams his fist into the ground. "Damn you, Gohan! You've taken two fathers from me!"
Yajirobe lets out a disinterested sigh and walks away. Piccolo collapses on the ground, heartbroken. Now on the other side of the room; Yajirobe takes a seat and turns on a nearby television set.
Onscreen a reporter broadcasts a frightening update. "As we speak, the royal navy engages the seemingly unstoppable Saiyans! Entire cities have already been leveled and countless lives have been lost in the warpath of these monsters! They seem to be headed in the direction of Central City!"
Piccolo breaks from his grief to horror. He quickly springs to his feet. "No! I've got to stop him!"
"Yeah, that's probably not a good idea. I mean, unless you want to get smeared all over the ground like last time."
Piccolo begins to express rage toward Yajirobe, but manages to cool his temper. He understands the truth in his words.
Piccolo then remembers the words his mother spoke to him during his dream. "That's right. I can't beat him, but that doesn't mean I can do nothing either. Yajirobe, I'm borrowing the hovercar." Piccolo runs to the edge of the lookout where the hovercar sits.
Yajirobe slowly begins to process Piccolo's words "Wait, you're going to do what with the hovercar?"
Piccolo climbs into the driver seat. He finds himself somewhat overwhelmed. "Okay. Take it easy Piccolo, you can do this. You may not have a license, but how hard could it be?"
With unease, Piccolo moves his hands over the wheel. With a firm slamming of the gas the vehicle roars over the edge, jerking Piccolo back. Rather than going forward the hovercar finds itself in a straight nosedive. Yajirobe watches from the window as the craft makes its final voyage. The ordeal ends with a loud boom and an explosion. Yajirobe releases a grumble as he goes back to his business.
Piccolo lets out a reassuring "I'm okay!"
"There's gotta be more food around here." Yajirobe explores around while his stomach grumbles. He finds a red door to a storage closet that hasn't been opened since the previous guardian occupied the place. He opens the door in shock as the limp lifeless and decaying body of a round black genie man falls to the ground. "Whoa! Hey, I've been wondering what happened to that guy."
Piccolo assesses the flaming wreckage. "Darn it all! I guess I'll have to get home on foot." Without losing any time, he bolts into the forest to begin his trek, having completely forgotten his newfound abilities of flight.
Meanwhile, in Central City the world government leaders gather in a meeting. They all look to their leader, the dog with a mustache, King Furry. Many overlapping voices shout across the table. King Furry motions to them to calm themselves.
He begins his announcement. "The Royal Navy has been destroyed." Many around the room sit frozen with shocked expressions. "Furthermore, it has been confirmed that the most likely target of their assault is this very building, King Castle." The room begins to erupt in panic.
"We've got to evacuate!" one of the men shouted.
"We're all going to die!" another followed.
"That's enough!" King Furry regains the attention of the room. "We are not out of options yet. Many plans are underway as we speak. Have we been able to make contact with Goku?"
"No sir. We have made no progress on finding him." a worried soldier reports.
"Damn, we need him right now. What of Dr. Brief? Has the project been deployed?"
"Yes sir. The satellite enters orbit as we speak."
King Furry activates a viewing screen. On it the scene of destruction is displayed. The room gasps at the sight. On the other side of the monitor, Gohan marches down a city street. Across from him a blockade of tanks sit to impede his path. A commander gives the gunner the order to fire.
"But sir! He's just a kid!" The gunner hesitates before changing his mind, realizing the magnitude of the situation outways his morals.
The tanks open fire on Gohan. Their shells stop mid-air, meters from Gohan. With the wave of his hand, the shells are sent flying in every direction and blast apart civilian structures. He then pulls his hand forward and releases an energy blast that clears a strip the width of the street a mile long. Nothing remains of the blockade. The spectators watching the monitor erupt into panic as they begin to flee.
King Furry struggles to control his outrage. He turns to one of the soldiers who still remained in the room. "Tell Brief to activate the satellite."
"Sir?"
"Project Jockstrap. We'll use project Jockstrap."
"Right away sir."
Dr. Brief gets the call. He acknowledges over the phone. His daughter looks to him with a fearful face that reflects a hint of disappointment. "Dad, are you really going to use it?"
The old scientist turns to his daughter with regret. "I'm sorry, Bulma. There's no other choice. That monster needs to be stopped and nobody else has the power to do it."
"What about Goku! I know he'll show up any moment now! He wouldn't let something like this go on!"
"I'm sorry dear, but we can't sit idle banking on a faint possibility. Right now the fact is Goku isn't here and the longer we wait, the more lives are lost.
Bulma surrenders to her father's rebuttal. Dr. Brief pulls the switch. Up in space a massive satellite labeled Jockstrap lights up as a massive cannon prepares to fire.
On the earth, Gohan continues blasting away at the fleeing humans while Raditz watches from atop a building. Raditz notices the glow first, giving it a cautious observation. The rubble around Gohan begins to drift upward. Gohan now takes notice. He inspects his hands to see intense light cover him.
As he looks to the sky an incredible shock wave penetrates the ground and catches him off guard. A dense dust cloud obscures Raditz' vision. King Furry watches a monitor that oversees the sight of impact. The dust cloud omits any clarity that could be drawn.
"Another volley!" King Furry shouts to the soldier. Within moments Dr. Brief gets the message. The Satellite charges for a second attack. As it does, a burst of yellow light emits from the dust. Shooting out of it an enraged Gohan, now in his Super Saiyan form. He charges directly toward the satellite.
Before anyone can even gasp Gohan reaches its location. He strikes Jockstrap in the core with such force that Dr. Brief feels its echo in his loins from Earth. He grabs hold of it and starts swinging it in a circle around him. After gathering enough momentum he releases the satellite while quickly taking foot upon it.
King Furry watches the monitor, frozen in fear. That is until the remaining soldiers display panic toward the window. He walks over to see what new development is occurring. His eyes widen as he sees thrusting toward him with meteoric speed the remains of Jockstrap. Within moments the machine crashes into the ground just outside King Castle. Standing on the wreckage like a demon is Gohan, now returned to his base state. The Saiyan gives off a devilish grin before King Furry speaks up.
"You won't get away with this! I'll protect this world down to my last breath! I refuse to bow down to you!"
Gohan laughs a monstrous laugh. "Don't you worry a little hair on your body, you. Just stand right where you are."
King Furry looks on in tense frustration. Then he sees the little boy wave his hand around as buildings are uprooted and crushed into solid stone blocks. One by one the stones gather until they form a monolithic pyramid that dwarfs King Castle, casting the entire palace in shadow.
"Wait! What are you doing!" Before the king has the chance to escape, the pyramid comes crashing to the earth with an immense weight that crushes everything beneath it.
Now sitting at the heart of Central City is a terrifying and imposing new throne. From its base to its peak a set of stairs sit. They end with a small opening on the front where the throne of a king rests. The chair stands overlooking the capital of the civilized world. Gohan locates a terrified nearby reporter hiding behind a car. He grabs the man with telekinetic power and carries him along as he ascends to his new seat of power.
"I want this broadcasted around the globe. An announcement from your new master." Gohan instructs the man.
With a reluctant nod, he motions to his cameraman to come. Soon they begin recording.
Elsewhere in orange city. A young girl sits in front of her T.V. She had just spent her fifth birthday alone. She had yet to give up hope that her father would come. Only a month ago an unkempt man in a Turtle School Gi and a scar on his face had come knocking on their door to whisk her dad away. She remembers her father being optimistic at the proposition he offered, but she couldn't trust the man, the smell of death was still fresh on his clothes.
"You want me to be guardian of earth?" she recalled her father saying.
"That's right! Uh Huh! It's your lucky day! Uh… Mark!" the man had said.
"It's Satan now. Mr. Hercule Satan." Mr. Satan had corrected.
"Uhhh.. okay…. Anyway, It's a sweet gig. So what do you say?"
"Huh. Guardian of earth… I do like the sound of that! Heck yes I will!"
"Oh what a relief! You have no idea how much trouble it was to find someone who didn't know me! Anyway, here's your robe. You have to live on a floating bowl in the sky, you can't take breaks, and you can only see your family on holidays. Oh, and whatever you do don't open the red storage closet, ever."
"Wait, what!?"
"Later!" The man had quickly departed as fast as he could.
The girl's thoughts are interrupted by a broadcast that cuts off the cartoons she had been watching. On the screen, a small boy with a tail and strange caped armor sits on a luxurious marble throne.
"Greetings, earthlings! Your guardian, Satan, is dead, your hero, Goku, is dead, and your king, is dead. Grieve not for their passing. For a glorious new era for your world has just begun! I, Gohan, Son of a Saiyan, have come to your world with the blessing of my mercy. Rightfully it is my responsibility as your new god to clean the slate of your filthy existence, however, it would burden my heart so to act upon these righteous duties. So now, I come to you in your time of need to lead you into the light. Obey my command and your soul may yet be saved. Defy me and… Well."
Gohan pulls the reporter into frame. With the flick of his finger the man's entire upper body bursts, leaving only his legs to fall to the ground. "I think this gospel may be simple enough for your barbarian minds to grasp."
And with that, the broadcast ends. The girl jerks back and covers her mouth in response to the grisly sight.
Elsewhere in the mountains, a blonde brutish woman with a ribbon in her hair watches the same broadcast play from her portable house.
"Yo, Tien, get your beautiful butt in here!"
The three-eyed warrior monk master of the crane school gives the woman an irritated look before observing the television. His anger erupts uncontrollably.
"Dammit! That little punk! First, he kills master Shen, now Goku!"
The woman recoils fearfully.
"I'm sorry about that. This is just too much." Tien makes his way to the door outside.
Tien's small floating companion with a single hair attempts to stop him. "Tien, don't go! It's too dangerous!"
Tien faces his head toward the little man. "I'm sorry Chiautzu. I've got to avenge Goku. And although I may hold no love for our old master, I cannot let that monster drag the name of the Crane through the mud. Stay here and keep Launch out of trouble."
After the terrifying message had been delivered by the wicked Gohan, two warriors who couldn't be any more different set out on their mission to confront the monkey boy. Piccolo hurries home on foot as fast as he can. He can only hope whatever his mother has in store will be enough to stop the tiny tyrant.