AN- Heh, been a bit, huh? I just wanted to make sure everyone read that disgustingly long chapter. Plus I have had a bunch of stuff happening, so it has been kind of hard to update. I did, however manage to update my Smash Bros story recently, so if anyone hasn't taken a moment, go check it out.

This may be a long author's note, as I feel like venting. A bunch of people are outraged about Trunks' lineage. I think it adds an interesting twist to things. Everyone keeps getting so mad because I am changing things. You shouldn't be. This isn't Dragonball Z. It is a similar scenario, and there are still most of the same players, but it is essentially different. I hope you guys can get past these differences and enjoy this story for what it is.

Time for the big rant! A few people have gotten mad about what I have done to Vegeta. Making him weaker. Cutting his role in the story. Having him be surpassed by everyone. Finding out Bulma had someone else's kid. Funny, everyone thought it was funny when it happened to Yamcha. So I have no sympathy. Everyone hates Yamcha, and everyone thinks Yamcha is a waste. But when the same things happen to Vegeta, it is suddenly an outrage. If you want to see Vegeta get glorified, go read any of the zillions of other fics out there. Everyone loves Vegeta. But the ones where there are other characters in the spotlight are far and few in between. My story is focusing more on some of my favorite characters. Yamcha, Raditz, Tien and Krillin. If you feel upset because the plot is screwing over your favorite characters, you now know how we feel. When we watched the original show, we were upset as our favorite characters were tossed to the side. All I'm doing is evening the scales. In my story, I am doing my best to give everyone equal screen time. Sorry, I guess I just have a thing for underdogs.

Okay, I think that's everything. We now cut back to the events leading to the Android saga. This takes place about six months after Frieza. (Remember that time in other world works kinda screwy. On earth, it is six months after Frieza.) Also, in case you forgot, Muri is the Namek who like sorta takes over after Guru bites the big one. (In the show, he becomes the New Elder on New Namek, in case you don't know who I am talking about)


Muri gasped in surprise at the apparition before him. "You… you…" The Namek fell backwards, still having trouble believing his own eyes. Standing before him was a transparent image of Guru, the father of the Nameks. "But… but you died, didn't you? Is this a dream?"

Guru chuckled deeply as he watched his child fret. "Do not worry yourself. I have indeed perished. But I cannot leave my people the way they are now. This kind woman has given me the time to speak with you, however brief it may be."

From behind the Guru floated a wrinkled old woman, floating on a crystal ball. She cackled lightly, not used to receiving praise. "I couldn't allow the Namekian race to flounder here. King Enma agreed with me as well, so it wasn't hard to arrange this. But that doesn't mean we have all day, so move along."

Muri blinked once or twice, trying as hard as he could to follow. "So you are visiting me from the other side?"

Guru nodded. "Indeed. It appears this woman has the power to bring souls back and forth from heaven, if only for a short while."

Muri's face broke into a grin, finally believing that the spirit in front of him was truly Guru. "This is wonderful! I must get the others!"

Guru frowned as he shook his head. "No. We haven't much time. As much as I would love to see my wonderful children, time is of the essence. I must talk to you before I fade from this plane."

"What purpose do you have to speak with me, elder?"

Guru smiled softly at Muri. "I am no longer your elder. The time has come for a new leader, and a new set of Dragonballs. I just came here to make sure you understood this, elder Muri."

"Me? But… I…"

"Nonsense. Do not hesitate. Though you may not know it, you have the ability to create dragonballs. Make them and use them to help your people find a new home."


Goku collapsed as he spent the last of his energy, crashing into the floor of Hell. In a blind rage he had flown around Hell, intent on finding the tortured soul of his son. He had burnt an incredible amount of power, and was now feeling the aftereffects. His head felt quite light, and the lack of energy made him feel rather dizzy.

He tried to find his bearings, when he heard a strange noise on the edge of his senses. He focused his hearing, and the sound became clearer. It was the sound of soft sobbing. Finding more energy from deep within himself, he pulled himself up, heading towards the noise.

He made his way around a large rock, and nearly fell back in shock. His son sat before him, his arms tightly hugging his knees. Quick, sharp sobs kept escaping from his lips like hiccups, and his eyes stared through his tears vacantly.

Goku rushed over to his son, dropping down on all fours in front of him. "Gohan…" he whispered softly. There was a flash of uncertainty on the young boys face, and he turned his head towards his father. For a second Goku thought the boy could recognize him, but Gohan looked right through him, still trapped in his own little universe. Goku could feel his heart dropping through his stomach.

I let him down…This is all my fault…Inside his head, he had been replaying his son's death over and over again in his head. It was worse than any torture Hell itself could have devised. And now look at him…I swear to you, Gohan. I will bring you back.

"Kakarot…" A voice pulled him out of his self-loathing. His brother's hand came down on his shoulder. "You can't blame yourself for this. This is Frieza's doing."

Goku turned to Raditz, who was surprised to find his younger brother crying. He is so unlike a Sayian, yet he is the one who achieved the race's ultimate form. How ironic…

"Listen to me, Kakarot. We will find a way to help your son. But you can't let it destroy you like this. It isn't fitting of the warrior who destroyed Frieza."

Goku slowly stood up, vague comprehension on his face. "You're right… We'll save Gohan. Maybe Master Roshi and Bulma will revive us with the Dragonballs. Then we can restore Gohan too."

Raditz nodded. "Good. Now that you have calmed down a bit, we can go talk to father. You two will get along great."

Goku gave his son one last fleeting look as he was whisked away by his brother.

Soon, Gohan. I promise…
Piccolo growled to himself as he attempted to meditate. It was much harder to hold his concentration now that he had a second personality inside his head. And such a conflicting one at that… He thought to himself.

I can hear you, you know.

Piccolo rolled his eyes. It had been bad enough that Raditz had seemingly been able to see into his brain. But now there was someone else who actually could. And he doesn't know when to back off.

Neither do you.

Piccolo stood up abruptly. "Blast it all!" While the wise cracks had been a major pain, something else had been bothering the Namekian as well. His goal in life as far back as he could remember was simple. Take over earth, and avenge the death of his father. But things don't seem as simple anymore…

It is because of what you have seen. The slaughter of the Namekians. Frieza's evil. It looms over you.

"Be quiet!" Piccolo screamed out loud. "If you don't shut up, I'll tear you limb from limb!"

But my limbs are now your limbs. You wouldn't want to hit yourself, now would you?

Piccolo's face broke into a smirk as an idea entered his head.


Several minutes later, there were two Piccolos sparring in the middle of the woods. At the 23rd Tenkaichi, Piccolo had seen Tien use the multiform technique. It wasn't the greatest for battle, but Piccolo had adopted it into his training regimen. Now both he and Nail had control of a separate body, and for at least a short while, he didn't have to hear that blasted voice in his head.

"So does it really upset you that much, Piccolo? That you might have been wrong in blindly following your father's mandate?"

But now he has a mouth he can control. Will I never be free of his constant annoyance?

"Be quiet!" Piccolo hissed, emphasizing his words with an elbow to Nail's temple. "What would you know of it?"

Nail grinned as he dodged Piccolo's follow up. "Well, you were born with an instinct. And now you have found that your instincts may be wrong. You are torn between a fading loyalty to your past, and the cold hard facts in front of you."

Piccolo growled, launching a powerful blast of energy at Nail. The Namekian sidestepped it, his face still in a know it all smile. "Demon King Piccolo was a monster. But that doesn't mean that you are as well."

He sounds just like Raditz… Why do I get stuck with all of these damndable preachers…?

Nail suddenly dashed forward, and with lightning quick speed, trapped Piccolo in a headlock. Piccolo struggled to pull himself free, but Nail's grip was rock solid.

"My destiny is to take over this world! And to rid it of that infernal Son Goku!"

Nail tightened his grip, causing Piccolo to wince in pain. "Well then, why haven't you? What's stopping you?"

Piccolo said nothing, and for several moments there was a tension filled silence. Nail sighed, letting go off his stranglehold and letting Piccolo fall to the ground. "Pitiful. You would think that with all that meditation you do, you would have at least that much figured out."

Piccolo went to shout out a response, but bit it back. It is rather pointless to try and argue with someone who can see inside your head…

Nail shook his head. "You can train as much as you want to, but until you can answer to yourself, it is all meaningless. I'm going to go off for a little while, and explore the surroundings. We should be able to hold this separation for a while longer. Take some time to think things over."

Nail wrapped his ki around him, lifting off of the ground and waving before he took off into the sky. Piccolo frowned to himself, crossing his legs and hovering slightly above the air. Quiet at last…he thought to himself as he closed his eyes.


When Krillin had first arrived on King Kai's planet, he had been taken aback by the lord's form. He had been expecting some sort of martial arts God, but instead, he had found a large bug. He had tried to be nice, but that was all he could think of. I mean, he even has antennae!

But despite his appearance, King Kai had really pulled through with his teachings. Besides himself, Yamcha, Tien, Chaozu and Yajirobe had come to this planet to train. The lord of the north system had told them all to gather round, as he was to impart to them his greatest technique.

"I call the move Kaio Ken. It amplifies your ki much higher than your normal max, boosting your strength, agility, and stamina many times over. All of your senses are also heightened as well."

At the sound of this, Tien's ears perked up. "You must teach me this technique immediately!"

King Kai shook his head, his face growing serious. "You must be careful when using this move. Because of the immense power it gives off, it holds a great risk. If used incorrectly, it could overload your body, and it could possibly kill you!"

Chaozu and Yajirobe flinched at the sound of that, but Tien barely even heard it. "With this technique and my Kikoho, I would be unstoppable!"

King Kai's eyes flared up when he heard that. "Absolutely not! If you were to use your Kikoho while in Kaio Ken, you would most definitely die!"

Tien's face visibly dropped. "Yes, of course. It would be foolish to do such a thing." He sat down on the grass, obviously upset at himself for overlooking such a detail. I knew it sounded too good to be true…

Yajirobe looked at Chaozu with a skeptical frown. "The move could kill you? No thanks. I think I'll sit this one out."

Chaozu nodded. He highly doubted that his body would be able to handle the boost. Thoughts of Gohan's final moments played back through his head. A shudder went down his spine. "For once, I agree with Yajirobe."

Tien turned to Yamcha, who had been uncharacteristically quiet. "What about you, Yamcha?"

Yamcha's head was hung as he weighed the pros and cons. An attack that kills the user? That's why I never bothered to learn the Kikoho… But if I don't get stronger, I'll just die again anyway… I can't let that happen again! He snapped back into reality, giving Tien a nod. "Hell yea, I'm in! With this move, we'll be unstoppable!"

Krillin looked at the two of them, giving them a soft smile. "Yamcha's right. We need a technique like this. As it stands right now, I'm no help to Goku or anyone. Maybe we can make a difference with this move."

The three humans nodded, all prepared to learn this new ability. Yajirobe shook his head as he watched them from his comfortable chair in front of King Kai's house. "Those guys are idiots. They should try to be more like me."


Bulma smiled as she landed her capsule plane on the front lawn of her home. She had gathered the Dragonballs, and it was time to revive her friends. The Nameks told her that they had Dragonballs as well, and that it would be possible to wish back anyone who had already been wished back once. She aligned the Earth Dragonballs in a neat circle, throwing her hands into the sky.

"Shenron, come forth and grant my wish!"


AN- Okay, we'll cut the chapter there. Nothing too special, just filling in the gaps between Frieza and the three years of training. Next chapter should involve some cool stuff, and it shouldn't take TOO long to put it out. So figure it may be like a week or so from posting time before I put it up. I plan on working on Smash Bros. and Final Fantasy before I do the next chapter here. Hope to see some reviews! See you next chapter!