Disclaimer: Don't sue me cuz I don't own… Akira Toriyama-sama does though and thank Kami for it!

And don't sue me for hurting this beautiful language, I'm trying my best UU

Vejiita x Gokuu, someTrunks x Goten

This is the longest chapter I've done so far. I got out of hand with this and it just flew away in length…

Ok, on with the story & have a nice reading!

The Prince of Air by schu-was-here

02. Of body parts and stupid morons

This wasn't Vejiita's lucky day.

Not one bit.

Not only did the GR shut down to unknown reasons during his morning work out, there was suddenly nobody from CC staff who could fix it for him. Bulma could've, of course, but no - she was busy with preparations for her stupid business dinner she was going to attend to today. And to make matters worse – she had made him come with her.

He fumed, stomping along one of many corridors in the big CC dome.

How did the woman do it, he wondered, gnashing his teeth in frustration. She said something about him never doing anything for her, just ordering her around… hn, that had never seemed to bother her before. But this time she insisted on him going, because the men she was going to meet were old geezers, all of them similar to that Kame-pervert and she wanted them to know she wasn't available. To them at least. A young, sexy business man wouldn't be so bad…

Vejiita entered his room, throwing his sweaty black wife beater on the bed and walked into the shower. No GR didn't mean he didn't get to train at all and sweat.

'You don't have to act like my husband, I know that it's too much to ask,' said the woman. 'Pretend to be my bodyguard!' Hn. Foolishness.

He's never pretended to be anything the woman wanted him to be, anyway. When she wanted a grateful guest after Namek, she got none. When she wanted to have a relationship with him, there was none. Just sex. Trunks wasn't planned. She wanted him to be a good father for her boy. Hn, not until he'd decided that for himself. And only after Bra was born, which had been another surprise, (damn those worthless human protection, the rubber didn't last a minute, but he was to caught up in the act to notice) did the woman stop trying to make him pretend to be her partner. She'd finally understood he wasn't the man she was looking for. Well, except for the wonderful bonking sessions – like she had called it when they had decided to brake up, the crude woman.

He stepped out of the shower and stood in front of his bed naked. He growled silently - the woman… she picked some stupid human clothes those idiots wear for official meetings. A striped suit, a white shirt and… a pink tie?

Ignoring the disgusting clothes, he put on a fresh navy tank top, his favourite black leather pants, vest, and a pair of black wristbands, leaving the untouched outfit on the bed and left the room. Using the window, as always.

Bulma was waiting in a two-seated capsule car in the yard, thumping her fingers on the steering wheel. Noticing a black shape flying towards her, she just sighed. She knew, that if Vejiita decided on his clothes, nothing could be done to change the prince's mind.

Well, at least he looked sexy. Or sexier than usually, anyway. Bulma smiled. He wasn't her husband but she had seen all and others none and that gave her a great deal of satisfaction.

"Vejiita! Hurry up or we'll be late."

The prince said nothing at his name being stretched so ungracefully, landing in the passenger's seat.

"Hm, I wasn't really counting on you wearing that suit I prepared, but this time I'm glad you stayed your charming, stubborn self," she grinned and stared the car. "You look hot!"

"Hn."

"'Hn'? You should say I look stunning, or something too, you know!"

"Hn."

"Damn Saiyajin." She mumbled.

Vejiita shrugged, crossing his hands on his chest.

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The restaurant Bulma had chosen for the dinner was one of the most fancy in West City, as expected. So naturally, entering the establishment, Vejiita stood out in his casual street-wear, but since he and Bulma had come here a few times in the past, none of the staff asked him to leave.

The three men, heads of three most profitable companies, after CC that is, were already seated by a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. It was still quite empty, only a few couples seated by the tables. The curtains were down, creating a nice and cool atmosphere. Bulma hurried toward her future business-partners.

"Ah, excuse me for my lateness."

"Please," said the shortest and quite porky man, standing up to greet her. "If a lady is late, then there has to be no explanation told. We're glad you've come, Ms. Briefs."

Bulma shook hands with them. The other men were tall, one of them bearded, the other balding and wearing glasses. The bearded man turned to Vejiita, eyes inquiring.

"Ah, and this is my… um, bodyguard. He'll be joining us, if you don't mind."

The men only nodded slightly, taken aback by Vejiita's permanent scowl.

"Um, Ms. Briefs. We didn't know you had a bodyguard." The porky man smiled a fake smile – he probably wanted to get some good glances at the CC's boss' cleavage. He wasn't going to risk it with her mean-looking guard sitting across the table.

"Well," Bulma chirped, her nervousness fading a bit. "A beautiful and rich woman like myself can be targeted by many nasty people, don't you think? I need someone to look after my safety, don't I, Vejiita?"

She winked at him and then dismissed the topic placing an order. Vejiita took the same, five times, and then sunk into his plush chair, trying to shut off his surroundings.

Then, all of a sudden, he felt a piercing, hot spark running down his spine. He jumped in his seat, gasping. The men and Bulma all turned to him inquisitively, braking their conversation, their jaws falling. A long, furry tail emerged behind Vejiita, curling and uncurling like a dancing cobra. Hiding his surprise, the prince wrapped his long-time gone appendage around his waist and stood up.

"Ve… Vejiita!" Bulma whispered, not wanting to attract attention. She didn't want to say 'your tail!' either – she hoped she was having hallucinations and by saying it out loud it would only make it true.

"Woman, I'm going home. Send someone to fix my GR or do it yourself when you're done here, I need it immediately."

And with that he stomped out of the restaurant, leaving his friend and three gawping men in his wake.

"Just don't go flying home!" Bulma yelled at him, then remembered the trio. "Ah, the traffic is just so dangerous these days," she sweat-dropped, trying to hide her nervousness behind a small laugh.

"…Um, yes… it is. Uh, umm… a… about those snails again, I heard this restaurant serves pretty good ones."

Bulma decided it would be best to act as if nothing had happened. She hoped her guests would too and that they wouldn't bother questioning her about why a supposed subordinate of her had addressed her as 'woman', not 'madam'.

Ah! Damn those Saiyajin!

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"Now Pan, when the lady asks you what your hobby is then what are you going to say, sweetie?"

"Um, reading books?"

"Very good, Pan! Grandma is happy that you finally remembered. And it's not playing with frogs, not pretending fights and not flying around Earth - just reading books."

Little Pan lowered her head. She didn't like reading! But since grandma wanted her to say that, then Pan would.

She, Chichi and Gohan were now on their way to the fifth kindergarten in the area surrounding their house. The four previous didn't like how Pan had behaved and so they had to find another one. Chichi had fainted when Gohan had told her that Pan was touching all her classmates' private places. She then cursed Gokuu for teaching her his stupid way of learning someone's gender and had to put much effort to make Pan distinguish boys from girls without touching.

Furthermore, it seemed her granddaddy had turned her into a tomboy which resulted in her beating all the boys who made fun of her name or her clothes.

And yes, that was a whole another topic… the gi Gokuu so much loved, was now Pan's favourite attire and Chichi, along with Videl and Bulma, had tried to change her taste, or the lack of, in clothes. And only when the last resort – Eighteen, had agreed to help, had Pan decided to wear normal clothes. Asked about how she'd done that, the android said she only needed to point out, that normal clothes were also comfortable to fight in. She flew away before Chichi could throw a tantrum about all of the fighting-freaks that surrounded her.

"Ok, we're here, mom."

Gohan parked the capsule car in front of a pink, round-edged building, with flowers and unicorns painted on it. Pan stuck her tongue at the sight but Chichi scolded her for it. After re-capsuling the car, they entered.

They waited in the lobby and after five minutes the secretary asked them to enter the principals' office.

"Welcome, Mrs. Son, Mr. Son, and you, little Pan!" said the fat lady, who sat in a big, red fluffy armchair. She didn't wear any make up, but there were pink ribbons in her red hair and a toy bunny sitting on the paper-free desk. The secretary handed her a sheet with Pan's data and left. The Son family sat on a red sofa near the window, which was covered by a thick, burgundy-flowered draping.

"Ah, yes…" the woman's face fell slightly having read the note. "I see Pan is rather… lively, isn't she?"

Chichi and Gohan cringed – the principal in the last kindergarten had said so too. And after three days she understood the word 'lively' was a VERY big understatement.

"But, that's no wonder, since she's Mr. Satan's granddaughter, isn't that right?"

"Yes, that's right!" jumped Chichi, grabbing for any thread of hope she saw. "She loves her granddaddy and looks up to him so much, but that isn't how a girl is supposed to act her age. I'm sure that in time and with professional guidance she will find, that martial arts are not a good way to spend time."

Pan wanted to disagree, she was trying to get up and start waving her hands in the air at the ridiculous words her granny was saying, but Gohan held her in time and put a hand on her mouth. The principal eyed him curiously.

"Ehehe, she has a nasty cough, I didn't want it to spread," laughed Gohan nervously in the typical Son style – he would've scratched his head if his hands weren't full of his squirming daughter.

"Then," continued the principal, almost unfazed, "I'm sure this is the right place for little Pan. This is a girls-only kindergarten so she won't get, um, intimidated by some boys' nasty behaviour."

She smiled and Chichi was in heaven.

"Let us get the formalities done with then. If you could fill in this form…"

"Ouch!"

"Gohan, what's happened?"

"Granny, it hurt!"

"Pan, what is it!" Chichi was staring franticly between her son and her granddaughter, wondering what had caused their sudden burst. Then the principal screamed.

"Aaaaaaah! What is that? What are you people!"

She motioned with a shaking finger behind Gohan. Chichi looked. Saw. Then fainted.

"Mom!"

"Ah! Get out of here, please! I cancel, what I've said. Pan can't attend here!"

"Yay!" cried Pan, the pain from the sprouted tail gone. "I hate reading books anyway." She pulled her lower eye-lid and stuck her tongue at the bewildered woman. Gohan grabbed her and his unconscious mother, excused himself and flew off home, not bothering with the car. He had to put Chichi to bed and get Pan to Videl. Then he'd go to Piccolo – his mentor must know what's the cause of their tails' sudden emergence.

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Trunks was dead-bored.

He had all the material from chemistry they were having at school in his small finger already. Bulma had poured a great deal of her knowledge into him when he was in junior high. Not only that, physics, maths and blood biology – he knew everything he needed to get a job in a laboratory or work with Bulma, being only 19.

But nooo! He had to waste his precious time doing nothing in class, instead of hanging out or having a spar with his best friend, who was wasting his time here just as he was. School couldn't help Goten anyway, it was only thanks to Trunks that he had managed the get to class 3.

He sighed heavily as the rest of class scribbled down complicated equations from the blackboard. Trunks had a little piece of paper unfolded before him, the effect of six hours of boredom. There were sloppy pictures of him and Goten fusing and Gotenks with dozens of Kamikaze Ghosts, lined up, all making different silly faces.

There was also a note from one girl who fancied him and an imprint of her pink lipstick under it. She must've done that while he was talking to Goten during the lunch brake, his friends' lack of eating manners making him focus his entire attention on him.

Trunks glared on the innocent piece of paper. That girl was a pesky one, not taking hints that he wasn't interested in her at all. Those types made Trunks have second thoughts about ever going out with girls, having his mom and Mrs. Chichi as great example of what a wife might be like. Uh, in both cases – thank you very much but NO!

He'd rather be alone, like Vejiita… then again, maybe not really. That kind of existence, because he wouldn't call it living anymore, was far too strict for his taste. His dad never did anything for fun. He in fact thought ten hours straight of killer training under 600g was entertaining, but Trunks had other plans for his live other than constant spars and work outs. What plans, except those of his mother, he didn't know yet. Hopefully something enjoyable and rewarding. But if he didn't think of something else soon, was taking over CC going to make him enjoy himself? What about having fun with Goten? He knew, he couldn't play all his life but somehow the thought of forsaking all he had right now for the good of his mother's company didn't appeal to him.

Not. One. Bit.

And the thought of not having Goten around, like what would surely follow after he became the Boss, was agonizing. His best and only friend (Trunks wasn't the sociable type really – something he got from daddy) was the source of happiness in his life. He didn't want to admit it, but the times he truly felt happy were with Goten. The childhood spars, then Buu, then fusion – Kami, that was something special! Then followed the peaceful life and they still remained together, went to the same middle and high school. But that would end soon, wouldn't it…?

His future was set for him – the Head of CC. No more freedom and no more games. He would stay alone because it wasn't Goten's world. The carefree demi-Saiyan would never want that kind of life. But if Trunks asked him to share it with him, what would he say…?

Argh! His head was playing tricks on him again! Why did he have to feel so miserable about all this. Was there anything that would change if he moped thinking about it? And what's worse, Goten always had to get mixed in.

Trunks sighed. He felt psychically exhausted lately. Thank Dende this was his last lesson and then he'd go home and relax. But it was still half an hour to go.

He almost yelped when something poked him in the backside, but strangely, it felt as if the pain had come from inside. Then he froze.

Oh. No.

He knew what that felt like.

"Excuse me, sir! I need to go home earlier," he said, his backpack already in hand and walking towards the door. The teacher didn't even get the chance to protest as the Brief's spoiled brat passed his desk or yell in shock when he saw what he was clutching in his hand.

The classroom was stunned to silence. Then one guy raised his hand. The teacher nodded for him to speak up, not looking away from the door where Trunks had been just a second ago.

"It isn't normal that people just sprout tails, is it, Teach?" the teacher only shook his head. 'What an idiotic question is that?'

"Ah, okay then. I was just making sure."

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"Kyaaaa!"

Trunks sped on his way to Goten's classroom, which was probably full of shrieking girls like the one a second ago, and he could bet the dimwit had no idea of what was happening.

As he expected, Goten was still seated and was looking around him with a confused grin plastered on his face.

"Ah, what's gotten into everyone? Is there something on my face?"

A busty girl pointed a shaking finger towards him.

"Uh, you… you have a…"

"Sorry sir, but I need to borrow Goten for the rest of the lesson! We need him in the… uh, soccer club!" Trunks burst into the classroom, grabbed for his friend, who grinned at him saying 'Wassup Trunks!' and then dashed out before anyone could react.

"Wow, Trunks. Another training? But I don't have my shorts." Trunks shot him a glare which was countered by the classic Son grin.

"There is no training, idiot!"

"Mou, why'd you drag me out of class then, not that I'm complaining, of course."

"This!" Trunks held up his fist, still clutching his wriggling tail.

"Wow!" Gaped Goten, then he beamed. "When did you grow it back?"

"Moron! You've got one too!" he grabbed for Goten's tail which made him flinch.

"Ouch!" Trunks growled – was Goten only trying to act like his dad or was he being a total idiot for real? "Oh wow! Cool!"

"Gah! It's not 'Cool'! this is a serious problem, do you realize that?"

"Look Trunks, it curled around your hand!" Trunks looked down on the furry part of his friend, then blushed, releasing it, when he realized the contact made him feel hot in his lower parts. Goten made a hurt face but when his tail coiled around his waist he smiled again. It reminded him of a pet rather than a part of his own body.

"Idiot. We need to go home before someone sees us like this. I'm sure mom will think of something." He turned around flinging his back pack on one shoulder. Goten, as usual, didn't have one – he kept all his belongings, those being a pen, a pencil, one notebook and whatever foods he might've stolen from his mom's supply, in his oversized pockets in his pants and his favourite hoodie with a picture of a rabid giraffe on it.

Luckily for Trunks, the cool air rid him of his little problem, as they flew to the CC dome. Behind him Goten was making loops and laughing at how his tail flailed in the wind – a kid with his new toy, he though. He was glad that his best friend was happy but the sudden appearance of their tails was still to strange to just acknowledge it without a second thought. What had caused them to grow back? It never happened before, so why now? And to both of them in the same time.

Landing in the garden they saw Vejiita engrossed in one of his standard katas. It looked kind of different than usually. Then Trunks noticed a long, dark tail moving behind his father's back. It seemed to centre his off pose and bring balance to it. Trunks shook his head in amazement - just his father to be already adjusting his fighting style to his new appendage.

"Hey, dad!"

"Hi Vejiita-san." the pair walked to him, Goten's tail swishing excitedly behind him and Trunks' stuck around his waist, twitching slightly.

"Hn, so it wasn't a coincidence, I see." The prince stopped his exercise and moved to observe the boys' tails.

"Dad, what's going on? Why did they suddenly appear?"

"No idea, brat. I just know it can't have happened naturally, not to all of us at once. I'm sure Kakarotto must have it too, along with the other brat and his kid."

"And Bra must have it too! Oh no!"

"What is it, Trunks?" Trunks turned to Goten, his face pale.

"Bra is at the swimming pool with her class today. Everyone must've seen it!" As if on queue, a small hover-bike vroomed into the garden and a small, blue-headed, screaming girl threw herself onto Trunks.

"Uwaaaaaaaah! Trunks! It was awful! Everyone laughed at me! Why do I have a tail? Uwaaaah!"

"Calm down, brat." Vejiita crossed his arms, scowling at his youngest and sighed in disgust – she was such a human!

"Bra-chan, no worries. Look!" said Goten smiling. He waved his tail in front of her face and then she shrieked and fainted. "Aah! Bra-chan! I'm sorry! Trunks!" he whined as his friend took his sister in his arms and went inside of the dome, Goten following suit.

'Great. Just what I need right now. I'm never going to hear the end Bulma's bitching,' thought Vejiita returning to his exercise.

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Gohan landed on the floor of the Lookout and immediately spotted his mentor. It seemed Piccolo had felt his ki nearing and was waiting for him. It didn't take him more than two seconds to notice a brown tail wrapped around his waist.

"So that's what the moron's wish was." He murmured to himself. "Gohan," he welcomed the boy.

"Piccolo-san," Gohan bowed his head and stepped up to the Namek. He took his tail in his hand to show it. "Do you know what happened? Both me and Pan suddenly had our tails back and just before it happened I thought I sensed Shenron's ki appear."

Sharp as always, Piccolo thought proudly and nodded.

"It was your father."

"Dad? But why? Why would he go looking for the dragon balls to ask for something like this? And how? He doesn't have the radar."

"I saw everything from here, kid. When the sky got dark I checked to see who it was. Some little blue guy, very weak, so I didn't bother with him. Then your father arrived just when the blue guy was making his wish. Gokuu beat him to it and then un-summoned the dragon without making a second wish. I thought he asked only for his tail to come back, but apparently, I was wrong."

"Piccolo-san. My mom is going to freak out when she wakes up." Gohan panicked. He was sure his tail wouldn't bother her that much – he'd had when he was little, but as for Pan... Chichi was so concerned with finding her a suitable kindergarten and then school, which would never going to work now, with her having a tail. He sighed.

"That isn't the biggest problem, Gohan."

"Yes," spoke Dende, who hurried towards him, Mr. Popo trailing behind.

"What do you mean?"

"Dende here and I decided that Earth could benefit if we brought the moon back." Said Piccolo sternly.

"I've finished it two days ago. Didn't you notice?" Gohan thought about it. He, Videl and Chichi were all going to sleep pretty early because of Pan. He also had to get up early for work so didn't stay up late.

"Ah, sorry Dende. I didn't have a chance to look at it."

"And you won't get it anymore." Growled Piccolo. "Thank your genius dad for it."

"Um, but couldn't you just get rid of the tails? Like you got rid of them earlier." Suggested Dende.

"That is a way, I guess." Said Gohan. He wasn't sure why his father wished for their tails to come back, but he could rarely understand his motives. He didn't want to hurt his feelings by getting rid of the tail – what if it was meant to be a gift of some sort.

Then his cell phone rang. He excused himself and answered.

"Hello? Goten? What? You too? Ok, ok I'll be there. Bye. Piccolo-san, it seems that everyone's tails are back. Vejiita wants to tell us something, so I'm going to CC. Maybe he'll give us some tip to prevent changing into Oozaru, so we can leave the moon where it is." He waved and jumped off speeding towards Bulma's house.

Dende and Piccolo exchanged glances.

"Do you really think…"

"No. I doubt there's another way other than destroying the moon. There's really no point in hoping for an ape-be-gone remedy, especially from Vejiita. And I bet he's really pleased with having his tail. It will make him stronger, you know."

"Hmm."

"I'm gonna tell that buffoon a thing or two. Idiot, complicating things, like always."

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The sun was setting as Gokuu stretched on a lonely beach, a few islands away from Uub's home. He didn't want to go to his house just yet. If the kids saw his tail now, the morning horror would undoubtedly repeat itself and he wasn't ready to face that. Maybe tomorrow, but now he was too tired.

His tail was stretched comfortably by his leg, the end swaying lightly. He was happy he had it back, he'd really missed it. He thought of how he'd have to learn to fight with it again – his balance was a bit off, just like the first time he'd lost it.

He stood, dusting the sand of his pants and began a simple kata, trying to adjust his body to its new form, when a shout in his head made him jump out of his skin.

Son, you imbecile!

Oh, hi Piccolo. You startled me. He took a stance again, grinning to himself, and begun the kata all over.

I'd do more if I could. What in Heaven's name were you thinking when you made that wish?

Gokuu stopped in mid-kick and frowned.

How do you know about it? I haven't told anyone. He heard a low growl on the other side of telepathic connection.

Duh, idiot. Gohan was here and told me everyone got their tails back. Do you realise you have caused them a problem with your stupid wish?

Aw, come on! It's not that bad. I like having it back! It never bothered me when I was a kid. Gokuu's expression switched to his goofy one. Which was quickly removed by Piccolo's next remark.

That's because it was you. You'd be happy with a horn growing on your forehead. But not everyone is as carefree as you are. And that's not all! Piccolo huffed. He was quite pissed that Dende's hard work would have to get destroyed only after two days and it was all this airhead's fault. Dende's just recreated the moon and because of you the kid's effort will go to hell!

The moon? He looked up on instinct. And there it was! Big, round and beautiful…

BUM-BUM!

Son, what the hell? the link was suddenly cut off. Piccolo felt his face drain colour when he felt a horrifying amount of wild energy exploding from Gokuu's direction.

'Oh fuck.'

The earth and heaven shook as Gokuu transformed into the giant ape.

The villagers looked in fear as the wind started to rage. Uub jumped in the air to see what was the cause of this. He was also dying to see what on Earth could discharge such terrifying energy.

Then a bellowing roar cut through the howling. Uub stared in terror as a gigantic ape floated above a completely devastated island, it's power emanating furiously around it. It was energy he'd never felt before in his life – it was raw, wild and craving. Craving for blood and destruction. He hung in air petrified as the monster started to release random blasts from it's mouth, some hitting water and some blowing islands away. If the monster reached home…

That was enough for Uub to react. He flew towards the raging beast, aiming to lure him away from the village. It seemed he wasn't noticed as the ape was focused on thoughtless mass-destruction and growling and howling. Then it turned it's face in his direction and released a blast. It missed Uub by centimetres but a part of his island wasn't as lucky.

'Oh, no! If I don't do something, it's going to kill everyone!'

Uub powered up, flew in front of the monster and threw a ki ball at it's face. The beast didn't even flinch. Then a powerful paw smashed the young warrior, throwing him to the destroyed island. The beast continued it's rampage, turning to other islands, seeking more destruction.

He pulled himself together and stood on wobbly legs, watching the monster nearing his home. He felt rage flow through him. His power escalated higher than ever before. Then, focused it into his hands, taking a familiar stance.

"KA-ME-HA-ME-HA!"

The wave burst through the air hitting the monster in it's back.

What he hoped would defeat the ape only made it more furious and more powerful. It turned too Uub, red eyes glowing menacingly. It howled deafeningly, sparks started to form in it's fur, then it burst into gold.

Uub's eyes went wide. He knew what this monster was. But it wasn't possible, his mind screamed at him. He didn't want to believe what he saw, but that didn't change the fact that he knew.

It was his teacher. It's ki wasn't the same before but as the monster ascended, he could feel the familiar waves of energy, the same determination, same force, though all under a coat of unrelenting fury.

'But why? Why is Gokuu-san like this?"

Kid, listen to me!

Uub flinched as a strange voice barked in his head.

I don't have time to explain everything to you, but you must do as I say, or he'll destroy half of the globe before I can get there and deal with him!

Wha… what should I do?

You must make him lose his tail. Blast it, cut it off, anything! Then he'll go back to normal. Understand?

Y...yes!

It appeared to be much easier said than done.

When the ape noticed Uub flying toward it, it started to emanate so much energy it nearly threw him into the see. But that wasn't the worst. After Uub's blast missed it's tail, it went berserk, it's hair growing longer, the body bigger, making it almost impossible to hurt. Uub didn't have any chance to get close to the tail to try and cut it, the ape was flailing it's hands all around it, while discharging waves of energy, each powerful enough to throw him hundred of feet away or blow an island from the face of earth. Which it did. Only one island was left, half of it already destroyed.

Uub cried in anger and frustration.

"I can't do it!"

Damn, I'm almost there… Piccolo was speeding towards Gokuu. He felt other kis following in that direction, but all was clouded by Gokuu's, which seemed to envelop the Earth, like the second ozone layer, but stronger and radiating into space.

The moon! Quick, destroy the moon! He didn't want it to happen, but it seemed it was the only way to save the planet.

Uub didn't give a thought to this absurd request. He faced the silver sphere and put every ounce of power he could muster into his hands and sent it into his last Kamehameha before fainting.