Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 5)
Goku
Goku was happily jogging along Snake Way for hours, or would have been hours if that's how it would have been had Other World not really possessed time in the same way.
He would occasionally look to the sides and peer down at the clouds below or the pink sky above. The turtle hermit student looked back at King Yemma's manor off in the distance marveling at how far back it was. He whistled.
"I wonder how long it's been? I feel like I've been running this track for a while." Goku cheerily called out.
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"Why's the sky pink? That's weird." Goku commented on anything he saw to keep himself occupied.
"I know I got to keep my body but why do I feel strange? It's like I can barely feel my clothes at all. I can barely feel my feet on the ground. I'm not using ki but it feels like I'm floating, why is that?" He had the curiosity of a child half his age, true wanderlust in the questions he asked to no one.
"I hope King Kai is good at fighting, I need him to hit me so I can actually feel something. I don't like this at all."
Goku picked up the speed and began sprinting with full force down Snake Way, ki rolling off his heels and wind kicking up in between strides.
"I wonder where Raditz is? King Yemma said he would go to hell, but what's hell? They got chili there? Something spicy would really hit the spot right now. I wonder how Gohan is doing, I wish I could ask Baba but I don't know how to get in touch with her…" He worried loudly.
Just then a snarky voice spoke into Goku's mind:
"Hey, you Goku!?"
"Agh!" Goku yelped loudly, almost stumbling over before returning to his run. "Yeah, who's there!?"
"This is King Kai! I can speak into people's minds. You want to speak to Baba right?"
"Yeah! How do I do that!?"
There was a pause from King Kai's end.
"You know, you're a strange guy Goku."
"I get that a lot, now could you help me with Baba!?" Goku, maintaining his high volume responses.
"Right, of course. You don't need to keep yelling."
"Sorry!"
"Oh, you don't actually need Baba, you want to see how your son is doing."
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I can read people's minds with my telepathy and you make it very easy, Son Goku. Your brain is like a child's, open for new experiences and ripe for learn-"
"How's Gohan doing?" Goku just kind of interrupted.
King Kai sighed before responding.
"Let me check… You come from Planet Earth, nope Vegeta… Well technically both are correct but Earth is more accurate. Your grandpa is Gohan… He's dead… So you mean your son?"
"Yeah, he's 4 years old right now!"
"Give me a little longer…"
Goku waited patiently as King Kai telepathically searched for Gohan's signals.
"Do you know a Namekian named Piccolo?"
"I don't know what Namekians are but I do know a guy named Piccolo."
"Oh, that's right. You know 2 of them, one a father and the son is the one with your kid."
"Mhmm." Goku responded kindly.
King Kai's telepathy was so good that he could telepathically set up links with whole planets in the living realm and outer realms. He was without a doubt, the best in Universe 7. The downside was that with so much access to knowledge at his fingertips it often took him a while to get the info he needed.
"So Piccolo has him?"
"Yep, he plans on telling your friends that he's going to use him for world domination but he doesn't necessarily believe that."
Goku flashed his big pearly whites loud and proud at the statement.
"I knew Piccolo would come around."
"Don't be so sure Goku, he definitely believes it somewhat. You rely too much on the benefit of the doubt."
"Well why not? Oolong, Yamcha, and Tien are all really good dudes. I gave them a chance and they became good friends of mine."
"Oolong… was not even a threat. Yamcha was never a killer, just a thief. And… Tien… well."
King Kai thought for a moment.
"Ok yeah. Tien was actually kind of a bad guy, I'll give you points for that one. But Piccolo is different and should be treated as such."
"I don't think so." Goku responded immediately. "I think everyone deserves a second chance."
King Kai sighed a heavy sigh.
"Well, that's where Gohan is. He's in Piccolo's hands now, Goku."
"Thanks for telling me King Kai! I feel a lot better now."
"You do?" King Kai raised a brow, concerned for the little 4 year old in the care of The Demon King.
"Yeah, I just got one more question. How long until I get over to where you are?"
"Hmmmmmmmm… About 3 months give or take at the speed you're going."
"3 months!? I can't wait that long, I gotta get going!"
"Time is relative, Goku, age doesn't affect you at all in Other World. The number I gave you is just representative of the time that will pass on Earth."
"Oh." Goku said as he came to a stop. "Well I don't really want to not be training for a long time when I've got the chance either." He picked up steam again and barreled down the path.
"You've said I've got time on my hands King Kai and I don't want to waste it! I could tell both Tien and Piccolo were stronger than me when I fought my brother! Chi-Chi and Gohan took away all my training time so now I've got this good opportunity waiting for me! I don't want to waste it! I can't afford to waste it!" Goku looked so happy as he ran along Snake Way.
Yamcha
The sky was stained a deep orange and purple mix as the stadium was emptying, thousands of people filing out in packs. There were practically no people left except for the players. Yamcha was sitting by the little blue floating cat, Puar, looking defeated as his team swapped out their playing clothes for their casual attire.
"Great game Yamcha. I don't know how you do it. I can't believe you pass the drug tests every time! Heh-heh. As long as you stay on our team, I won't ask any questions." A man with dark chocolate skin patted Yamcha on the back as he left, slinging a bag over his shoulder.
"Great Lord Yamcha saving our team again, woo-hoo." A man sarcastically let out as he entered the hallway.
They all left one by one until it was just Puar and the shaggy-haired man with scars sitting in the locker room. Yamcha laid back and covered his face with his cap. There were a few moments of silence before a phone rang loudly. It kept ringing until the ringtone had finished. There was basically no time between the first and second call. Yamcha fished his phone from his pocket and handed it to the flying cat.
"Answer that for me, Puar."
"Hello?" Puar asked bubbly.
"Puar. Hi…" Bulma greeted with sorrow.
"It's Bulma!" Puar exclaimed. "And she doesn't sound happy! Sorry Bulma." Puar let out with empathy.
"Its okay, Puar." Bulma laughed a little. "I miss you."
"I miss you too, Bulma." Puar mused.
Yamcha grabbed the phone forcefully.
"What do you want?" Yamcha exuded with a little bit of pressure.
"I… uh… Goku…"
"Spit it out."
"Goku's dead, Yamcha, I can't believe I give you all these chances and you're STILL a rude asshole. I just thought you should know since I know Goku considers you his friend."
Yamcha's attitude drained completely and he almost dropped the phone.
"I… uh…"
"You needed to know. So I called. See ya." Bulma barely got out, choking back tears.
"Fuck." Yamcha whimpered as Bulma hung up.
There was a long pause of just Puar looking at Yamcha, trying to reassure him. Yamcha's head just fell into his hands and he breathed a long sigh, his red baseball cap falling on the floor.
"Goku's out here fighting for his life and I'm just playing baseball. I know damn well Goku doesn't go out without a fight so he didn't die to no damn disease. What the hell am I doing? I just let my best friends die like that to earn a check..? Pathetic."
"Yamcha…" Puar rubbed his friend's shoulder.
Yamcha and Puar just sat in the locker room until the sun set, soaking in the atmosphere and reality.
"That's it." Yamcha proclaimed as he stood proudly, grabbing his cap off the floor and putting it forcefully on his head.
He dialed in on his phone and waited for the other line.
"What's up?"
"Hey Krillin, do you know what happened to Goku today?" Yamcha asked, his frantic and consistent footsteps echoing harshly throughout the epic walk-in hallway of the stadium.
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"Well I think the answer you want is how he died as opposed to the fact that he's dead?"
Yamcha looked to the ground in sorrow for a moment.
"...mmm." He breathed in a single time before answering. "Yeah."
"Well Tien let me in on the fact that he, and Goku fought a strong opponent to rescue Goku's son. Piccolo was there as well and from what it looked like the man was named Raditz. Bulma got the name from a computer terminal on the guy's spaceship. She brought it back to Capsule Corp. so you should come down and have a look."
Yamcha hurriedly jogged out into a parking lot as he listened to his friend, making way towards a bright red convertible skycar.
"On it, you there right now?" Yamcha replied as the car wings sprouted, propelling into the air.
"Yeah. We just gave Tien to some specialists in the building, he's messed up but not that bad."
"I'll be there in just a few, my game was in West City so it won't take me long at all."
"I'll be waiting in lab A with Bulma. Not gonna lie, Champ she didn't seem all that happy with ya."
"Tcheh." Yamcha scoffed in a pseudo-laugh. "Yeah, it's bad. I'll make it work somehow, Goku's our friend, we should be together right now."
"Agreed." Krillin stated. "It's good to hear from you."
Yamcha was taken aback a bit.
"You too." He replied as he hung up, eyes wide, tongue in cheek. He blinked
Yamcha just stared into the night sky, the stars and city light turning the dark navy blue beyond into a beautiful vista. He took off his cap and threw it onto Puar's head, it was too big for the little blue cat and he just let it hang over him. Yamcha unbuttoned his uniform which had the name: Titans on it. A white and tight tank top clung to his sharp physique as he tossed the top half of his baseball attire in the back. He pressed a few buttons on the ship's console so he could take off his shoes and pants. The crimson car flew on its own as he headed to the back to grab his non-game clothes.
When Yamcha returned to the driver's seat he was brandishing white dress shoes and black jeans with a wolf design that ran across the outer left leg. He tied his messy mane of tangled black hair into a ponytail as he arrived at a dome-shaped building with big blocky blue letters saying:
Capsule Corp.
Yamcha just raised a brow and leaned towards Puar, Puar did the same and then Yamcha parked the car. The pair exited the bright red vehicle and were waylaid by an older-but-still-youthful woman with light blonde hair. She hugged Yamcha with great strength.
"It's good to see you young man!" She mused in an almost sing-song voice.
"Hey Mrs. Brief." He replied, patting her back.
Mrs. Brief let the vice grip loose and pointed to the main building with a dainty laugh.
"Tien's in Lab B right now but the others are in A."
"Thank you." Yamcha said as he nodded.
"You're just so cute." The youthful elder commented as she pinched the cheeks of Puar, patting his head as the two left.
Yamcha weaved past the staff, gadgets, and robots that were in his way as he headed to Lab A. Passing the wide double door frame he came across a shaggy blue haired gentleman in a lab coat and stache, Krillin, and Bulma.
"Hey Krillin." He motioned for a drive-by five.
Krillin dapped him up.
Yamcha peered at Bulma with a long look in his eyes. She met his gaze only for a moment before looking down with sorrow at the white pod.
"Brutal." Krillin responded.
"Yeah…"
"Hi Puar." Bulma responded with a much more upbeat attitude.
"Hey!" Puar replied in kind, hugging Bulma's face, she patted him for an appropriate amount of time.
"Doctor." Yamcha addressed the man with a nod.
"Yamcha!" He yelped loudly, cigarette almost leaping out of his loose-lip grip. "How the hell are ya!?" The old man patting his back fiercely and with a fatherly touch.
"Great. Ah-hah-heh." He let out in a laugh. "Would be better if maybe Bulma looked my way."
The Doctor side eyed Yamcha for a moment, pulling his glasses down to establish the possible disappointment glare.
"You didn't fuck it up did you?"
"Uh-hu-huh. Maybe?" Yamcha kind of shittily answered with his hands raised, teeth grit.
"More than maybe!" Bulma yelled back quickly.
"Whoa now!" The Doctor quickly got in between the two. "Yamcha you've got some explaining to do, but we'll leave it til' after we get done investigating."
Yamcha nodded at the assertion. He looked to Bulma who only gave him a childish raspberry and middle finger. He drooped his head and offered his palm outward in a motion that practically screamed:
"Bruh."
The old man spoke very clearly and commanded attention easily with his voice.
"This here's a Saiyan model 3 pod. Apparently people in the Cold Estate made this device, whatever that is. It has chat logs of a Saiyan named Raditz, from what I understand is Kakarot's brother who we know as Goku. This came as a shock, but not one that hit me too hard. That strange boy did have a tail for the longest. The Saiyans home planet is known as Vegeta."
"We think that a man named Lord Frieza is the ruler of the Cold Estate right now." Bulma interjected. "But his father, Emperor Cold, still has some sway over the state of things."
"From what it sounds like you don't want to mess with the lord or The Emperor." Krillin bounced off Bulma, the three nodded in tandem as Yamcha scratched his head.
"We were able to get transcriptions for chats that happened since Raditz was a baby, for whatever reason the Cold Estate has incredibly advanced technology." The Doctor stated with raised brows, clearly impressed.
"I don't like the sound of that." Bulma replied. "If they track all their soldiers like that, they must really work them like dogs, keeping watch over them at all times."
"So Raditz is Goku's brother? Wicked." Yamcha said with some far off vibes. "Who the fuck is Raditz?"
Krillin pulled up some gruesome photos on his phone, scrolling through them as Yamcha leaned in.
"Oh, gross. Why would you take pictures of that?"
Krillin shrugged his shoulders.
"So where is Raditz now?" Yamcha asked with some fervor.
"We buried him next to his ship, he deserved at least that." Krillin motioned with his hands as he put away his phone.
Yamcha looked at the pod and examined it from multiple angles, walking around it in a circle and whistling.
"Well this stuff never made any much sense to me, I'll just leave it to the pros." Yamcha stated as he attempted to put a hand on Bulma, she brushed it off easily and gave him a look.
Yamcha took his hand away, smooth criminal and scratched his chin with it like he'd done that kind of maneuver before. He turned to leave.
"Before you go. Yamcha, one more thing." The Doctor interjected.
"..?"
"We figured out that Goku is not only from another planet, but we figured out that he has two brothers, not just the one. His eldest is a man named Turles, age 30. Or should be, as long as these numbers are accurate."
Yamcha's eyes widened.
"We found that his father is a man named Bardock and his mother is a woman named Gine. It might have something to do with Saiyan mating rituals but thanks to these chats I'm pretty sure Raditz was a bastard. Turles' mom is NOT Gine, we know that for sure. Raditz is the only one of the 3 brothers that doesn't look like Bardock. Both Goku and Turles resemble each other very clearly."
Yamcha just kind of scratched his head.
"Whoa." Yamcha raised his hands in surprise.
He didn't care all that much.
Bulma gave Yamcha a glare as he left and shook her head. The three continued their investigations on the pod, Puar stayed, making it four.
The Capsule Corp. building was quite large and difficult to navigate through if you hadn't been there for years but Yamcha had, having many odd adventures with Bulma, Krillin, and of course Goku while searching for the Dragon Balls years ago. Yamcha had kind of given up on fighting since he was always the worst at it, but a new threat would cause the wolf to bear its fangs once again. He would be the only one to-
"Whis I'm terribly bored. Can't we just go blow up a planet?"
"But I'm in the middle of something."
"I really don't care, I'm going."
"If it can't be stopped. Oh well."
Yamcha walked for a while until he came across another double door frame labeled Lab B with big blocky red letters. He looked around and there was basically no one in the lab.
"Huh." He breathed out.
Tien laid in a bed comfortably, facing the wall at first. His eye seemed to notice the entry of the young scarred man and he turned around. Yamcha pulled up on him thusly.
"Oh shit, hope you didn't break a leg! That would be awful!" He practically yelled.
"Shut the fuuuuck uuuuup!" Tien yelled back, turning away from him and rolling all three of his eyes.
"Why do you care, Crane Man? It's not your leg."
"You never shut up about it, not once, my b. I didn't pursue honour with my martial arts back then, gimme' a break."
"Sheesh." Yamcha wailed. He scanned the bed and Tien's injuries quickly while pantomiming a jerk-off motion.
"You can't just forgive and forget can you?" Tien prodded.
"What bro? I can't hear you over me wolf cummies."
Tien's head fell into his hands, disappointed.
"So what happened out there, Crane?" Yamcha questioned as he bopped Tien's shoulder.
There was a slight twinge of pain that Tien ignored in his response.
"Goku's son, Gohan, got kidnapped. Krillin informed me about the Saiyan, Raditz. Apparently Goku's got two brothers as well. That throws everything for a loop. I guess I'm the only weird Earthling now since we know Goku isn't one anymore."
"Fuck. That." Yamcha lashed out. "Goku's an Earthling, home is where the heart is, Crane. This is his home planet."
"I know that, but the fact of the matter is that he wasn't born here. He was sent here in one of those pods."
"He was?"
"They didn't tell you that?"
"NO!"
"Well I mean you could just assume, how else is a Saiyan supposed to get here?" Tien gestured with a hand plainly.
"Hmph." Yamcha pouted as he looked to the wall. "So what's the next move, Goku and his brother are dead. Do we just go grab the Dragon Balls?"
"No. Gohan is STILL missing. I had eyes on him before the fight but I blacked out. He's gone. We didn't rescue him. We think Piccolo has em'."
"No shit…" Yamcha wondered with some genuine bewilderment, hands on his hips as his eyes went blank.
"Did you not know that either?"
"HELL NO! What!?" Yamcha was taken aback. "This is important info, we gotta go!"
Tien grabbed Yamcha's shoulder tightly.
"Krillin was waiting for you. Can you go run to Korin's and grab the Sensu Beans?"
"Uh… sure."
"If you came back here with one we could have me healed up and look for Gohan with the three of us."
"Good idea!"
"It was Krillin's, he thought we needed your back up."
"Right on, I'll go grab him. We'll be right back!" Yamcha yelled as he fled Lab B.
Tien made a face that straddled the line between glad and nervous as he flopped back down onto the bed. He grinned and flexed his muscles, the lashback of which he winced at.
"Damn…"
"Yo Krillin! We leavin'!? We better hurry up!" Yamcha questioned with some commandment.
"Right!" Krillin responded with confidence. "We'll leave it to you." He said with a salute to The Doctor and Bulma, they nodded back at him.
Krillin cracked his neck and flapped his blazer as they exited through the front entrance of Capsule Corp. Yamcha flexed, stretching his arms out, his hands in a claw shape as he popped and cracked his knuckles. The two turned to each other promptly after the display.
"Who's car we takin'?" They asked at the same time.
"I don't wanna' drive." Yamcha blurted out quickly.
Krillin drooped his head low.
"Bruh."
"Fine." Yamcha replied. "Bet my whip's way more heat than yours anyway."
"Cap."
"Show me then, damn." Yamcha sassed.
The two walked over to Krillin's nicely polished orange car. It was more shapely and less blocky. It would appear that whoever owned it took good care of it.
"Sheesh!" Yamcha exclaimed. "Shotgun!"
"Motherfucker."
"Eh-heh-heh!" Yamcha shitted out like a goblin, tongue out and everything as he hopped in the passenger seat. "You can't just be lettin' people play you like that, Krillin. You knew I wasn't gonna drive."
"Ehhh." He let out in a sigh as he plopped down into the driver's seat.
"Capsule Corp. hasn't released a model that can go all the way up Korin's tower yet so we're at least gonna have to fly that distance ourselves."
"You mean climb right?" Yamcha asked plainly.
Krillin stared dumbly at Yamcha with a blank expression.
"Oh, my bad. Can you not fly?"
"Uhh. No?"
Krillin snickered a little and then started the car.
"I guess you'll have to climb then."
"Bruh." Yamcha fired back immediately.
The orange skycar purred nicely as it rose with elegance. The two friends bantered back and forth until Krillin gassed it and they zoomed off into the indigo unknown of the starry night sky.
Piccolo
"Why don't you like fighting? It doesn't make sense." Piccolo questioned with some seriousness.
"My mom told me that dad could do all the fighting so I don't need to."
Piccolo crossed his arms and looked to the stars at the response. Piccolo and Gohan sat criss cross atop a tall mountain top. A bonfire lit the area with a dull but relaxing orange warmth.
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"But you're a Saiyan. Both your father and uncle and the rest of his people like to fight."
Gohan shrugged his shoulders.
"I mean I only found out what a Saiyan was today so…" Gohan remarked with some sass.
"Do you only do what your mom tells you to?" Piccolo looked at the timid young boy once again.
"No, dad always tells me to do what makes me happy."
"And you like to learn?"
He nodded his head with sincerity.
"Now is it because your mom told you to learn or because you actually like learning."
Gohan shrugged his shoulders again.
"You said your mom wanted you to become a scholar. What's a scholar?"
"I think…" Gohan stopped to consider his words carefully. "It just means to be smart."
"What kind of things could you do when you become smart?"
"Uh… Doctor?" The little boy replied somewhat shakily. "I think mom mentioned that one once. I think it's because I'd make a lot of money."
Piccolo nodded his head this time.
"What's a doctor?" Piccolo asked with sincerity.
Gohan shrugged his shoulders.
The pair stared into the night sky, and the stars stared back at them. The fire crackled and burned the logs that were placed, there wasn't much left to burn. Piccolo's attention shifted to the bonfire and he squinted for a moment.
"I'm gonna go get more wood." He stated loudly.
"Okay." Gohan responded, laying on his back.
A while after the fire burned out Piccolo returned, he saw the little boy trembling.
"Haw-haw-haw! You cold brat!?"
"That's not funny!"
"I might just let you suffer out here!" Piccolo asserted with malice.
Gohan looked him dead in the eyes, the little boy's chattering teeth and clear uncomfortability causing him to settle down.
"I was just playin' kid…"
Piccolo laid down the logs and zapped them with energy, causing the logs to light on fire.
Zzzt! KWOF!
The pair resumed their criss cross meditation formation, Gohan rubbing his shoulders for warmth. He looked to the large green man beside him, finally asking a question of his own:
"What do you do, Mister?"
"Piccolo."
"Mister Piccolo?"
"I usually just sit and think all day."
"Really?"
Piccolo just maintained eye contact for a moment and nodded. Gohan and the Green Man looked back to the stars.
"Then you must be really smart."
"Who knows." Piccolo responded very quickly.
Gohan rocked back and forth, rubbing his shoulders in an attempt to warm up. Piccolo took notice pretty quickly and threw his large cape over the boy.
"Thanks Mister."
"Piccolo."
"Thanks, Piccolo."
The stars were so beautiful. Gohan and the-not-so-demon took a long time to just peer at the dark indigo colour of the sky. The orange, red, green, and blue of the far off lights the stars gave out mesmerised the two. There was a long pause before Gohan worked up the courage to ask another question.
"Piccolo, what's a thottie?"
"I don't know what that is."
"Krillin asked Roshi if he was hooking up with a single mom thottie."
"Who's Krillin?"
"My dad's bald friend."
Piccolo took a second to recall.
"Which one?"
"The one with the dots."
Piccolo laughed with vigour.
"Yeah, the little bitch one."
Gohan shrugged at his assertion.
"What's a bitch?"
"A bitch is someone who's not hard."
"What's hard?"
"Being hard means that people don't fuck with you."
"What's fuck with you?"
"It's when people try to tease or make fun of you."
"Was Krillin fucking with me when he insinuated that I came from a single mom thottie?"
"I guess, I don't know what a thottie is."
The pair stared blankly out onto the plains, the wind blew into the grass softly. Wolves howled in the distance, echoing.
Krillin
The wind blew faintly, barely noticeable as a shadow climbed a large cylindrical object, gripping onto very difficult to parse nooks, and holds.
"You need any help?" A voice called from the aether.
"What you on about, Krillin? I'll beat your skinny little ass." Yamcha called back out, his angry voice echoing out into the nighttime.
"Not from there you won't." Krillin replied as he floated closer to the tower.
"You a bitch, bro. You think I can't shoot a ki blast from here?" Yamcha mimed a ki blast with his palm, almost losing grip on the tower as a result. "Oh shi-hit!"
"Is it gonna hit me while you're hanging on for dear life?"
"This is fucked up, I really have to hold all this right now." He stated as he clung back onto the tower tightly.
"You're telling me you can't even run up the side of the tower?"
"I haven't worked out in a while, gimme a break."
"Bruh."
"I get it, you can fly. Can't you just take me up the tower, Krillin? Better yet, can't you go ask Korin and then fly back down to get me?"
"I needed to make sure you limbered up. We might have to fight Piccolo and I don't want you pulling something in case the worst happens."
"I dunno man, I think you're whack for that."
Krillin shook his head.
"I think it's a legit enough reason."
"Whatever, you gonna go?" Yamcha asked, clearly annoyed.
The sky was dark, the moon not in sight. The stars and far off lights were the only thing giving any visibility. Krillin rose steadily into the air, passing by clouds on his way. He flew for a while before coming to the top, a rounded off little area that looked like an orb.
Krillin entered the area, through the large gaps that the columns provided and noticed a rotund man sleeping soundly. He had a katana at his bedside. Krillin tiptoed around so as not to awaken the man. He crawled up a set of stairs at the back of the room. The stairs led back outside again, and had protective railing since the tower was exposed to the elements. At the top of the steps was a clearing, you couldn't exactly call it a room per se. There was a fountain in the middle. A medium sized cat with white fur and a brown staff looked outwards at the stars. The cat's whiskers trembled and its nose took in the scent.
"Krillin?" The cat grumbled in a low voice before turning around.
Krillin bowed to show respect to the small feline.
"Korin."
"Long time no see." Korin waved his staff about.
"I don't know if you know but…"
Korin interjected pretty quickly.
"No details but, I can usually tell when things are going south."
Krillin nodded in response.
"We need to look for Goku's kid, and then after we find him we need to gather the Dragon Balls to revive Goku."
"Oh cripes." Korin sighed out.
Krillin looked to the ground with melancholy.
"I think you know what we're here for."
"You ungrateful bastards just show up to steal my beans. You could come by and say hi every once in a while, that wouldn't hurt."
"Heh-heh. Sorry, Korin." Krillin laughed out dejectedly.
"It's alright, I'm just yanking your tail. Here." Korin handed Krillin 3 green beans, they shined somehow.
Krillin quickly returned two of the beans.
"We only need the one, Korin. Thank you."
Korin took them back and stared at Krillin.
"Thank you for everything." Krillin bowed again.
"Tell Goku to come say hi when he gets back."
"Don't worry, I will!" Krillin yelled back as he fell off the railguard.
He leaned into the fall and flew down back towards his comrade. Yamcha, still climbing.
"We done!?" He screamed out with mysticism.
"Yeah! Let's get back to Capsule Corp. and get some rest! We'll start the search tomorrow!"
"Word!" Yamcha said spiritedly as Krillin yanked him off the tower.
It took a while to reach the bottom and as soon as they did, the pair filed into the orange skycar in a jiffy. The engine roared to life and the two laughed heartily as Krillin gassed it.
"It's gonna be fun when we go search for the Dragon Balls again. It'll be just like old times!" Yamcha had a nostalgic look in his eyes as he nudged Krillin with his elbow.
Krillin couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, that will be fun."
Yamcha and Krillin looked to the stars with confidence and hope, they faded into the darkness again. The trees whistling lowly and the animal critters scurrying as their car flew by.
Beerus & I
Beerus walked along the pathway with intensity in his steps. The fish always got so riled up, it's like they could tell when he wanted to destroy something. If I remember correctly I received a call from Marcarita before we even left the castle.
"Good evening, Whis. I just called to tell you that my Lord, Belmod, has it in his head to challenge your Lord, Beerus, again for the title of strongest god. You know how my Lord gets when he's like this. I do hope it's not too troublesome."
"Oh it's no trouble at all sister, Beerus was already in the mood to destroy something. The more the merrier I say." I said.
"Great, I really just didn't want it to be an inconvenience."
"Hush. You know Beerus would never refuse. Right Beerus?"
"What now?" Beerus responded in his same old tone-deaf way, scratching his jaw lazily.
"Belmod's trying to challenge you for the title again!" I yelled proudly. I remember the smile I had on my face when I said that.
"Oh that bastard? I'm finna blow his hairline all the way back and give him a reverse mohawk."
I could hear Belmod on the other end blowing a gasket.
In all honesty I'm really grateful to be Lord Beerus' angel because we are just so alike in many ways. He likes to take it easy and relax like I do but he is also very aggressive and arrogant. There's never a dull moment when things do actually start to heat up. His eagerness to just talk so much trash is just an absolute blast every step of the way. I can claim that I raised the strongest god but that's simply not true. Beerus may have had my help but he's the type that hates being looked down upon. He would have made it to where he is with or without me, I'm just glad I get to be here anyway.
I looked to Beerus with a smile on my face and he looked back at me with that cocky purple mug of his. I couldn't help but laugh.
"So where are we to hold this bout, Marcarita?" I questioned with great intrigue.
"How about right where you are? Lord Belmod intended on crashing the party as it were but I thought it was my duty to warn you in advance."
"Well Beerus?" I motioned with my brows raised.
"Fine with me, he'd better not eat a ton while he's over here. That is all I will ask."
I sat in the lounge with the fish tank for about 20 minutes. All I could see on my staff for the current time was the Z Fighters all sleeping. Except for Goku, he was still running on Snake Way. I remember smiling at his enthusiasm and child-like energy.
"That man certainly has a lot of energy." I stated loudly to Beerus.
"It's so crazy to me how often you act like I care, Whis." Beerus responded with a pinch of arrogance and apathy, as per usual.
I looked at my staff again and could see my sister and her god approaching rapidly. I told Beerus that we only had a minute or so until they arrived, upon which he let out a loud yawn, shaking the castle.
"Oh my."
Only moments later I could feel their energy enter the castle. Lord Belmod and Marcarita walked up the steps to the lounge and Lord Belmod stood there proudly next to the fish tank. They weren't happy, swimming away from the god in a hurry.
I always thought Lord Belmod looked interesting. He wore that clown makeup everywhere he went. I never got the nerve to ask if that's just how he looked or if he applied anything when he woke up. I just thought a question like that might be inappropriate. So as an Angel I would like to be as neutral as possible so as not to ruffle any feathers unnecessarily. Beerus didn't care though.
"You know, I was wondering Belmod, is that makeup or do your people just look like shit? If I squeeze your nose is it gonna honk at me?"
"Better than being a furry, that's for sure. I'm not gonna have to watch you cough up a hairball if I beat your ass am I?" Lord Belmod asserted back with pressure.
"I might just for you." Beerus provided more sass, batting his lashes like a damsel.
"I'm sorry again, Whis. I just want to make that clear." My sister interjected.
"No problem at all really. This is the preferred outcome. Now a world doesn't have to be destroyed today."
"This one might, Whis." Lord Belmod cockily grinned at his proposal.
I smiled and twirled my staff around at that if I remember correctly.
"Let's get out to the courtyard, you got me fucked up if you think we're fighting in here." Beerus grunted out.
"Wherever you feel most comfortable losing, Lord Beerus."
"Don't get cocky. I remember who lost last time. I'm not sure you do based on how you're treating me right now."
Lord Belmod held his tongue at Beerus' statement.
Now this is one of my favourite moments of Lord Beerus, I have only 2 others I like as much as this one.
The four of us filed out into the courtyard. Beerus insisted that the two of them fight over the lake and if they were to fly out of bounds over or onto land they would consider that an extra winning condition since God-like beings had incredible stamina. A traditional fight until knockout took very long for beings as powerful as them.
Angels like myself and my sister Marcarita have taken a pact to not attack or perform harm onto others since our powers transcend God of Destruction levels. Two Angels clashing could spell the end of the universe as we know it or even blend timelines like Supreme Kai of Time once said to me. The Grand Minister decided that Gods of Destruction should do the fighting since they would be so much more powerful than anything our universes would be capable of dealing with while not being so powerful as to cause unnecessary repercussions. Angels exist to reign in their gods and make more rational decisions for the outcome of our universes. It's a very important job me and my siblings hold.
Beerus stood across from Lord Belmod and the water rippled simply from them existing, expending miniscule amounts of ki to stand on the surface of the pond. Beerus cracked his neck and yawned like his iconic self always does.
Lord Belmod cracked his knuckles and took in deep breaths. His eyes looked very focused. He kept breathing in deep for at least 5 full breaths.
"On command now?" I wondered aloud as I looked to Marcarita.
"Mhmm." My sister nodded back to me.
"Wow! Impressive. He must have been training really hard." I stated.
"He has." Marcarita replied
I remember the feeling of soothing air and the beautiful sound of wind chimes. There was a moment of pause before that familiar white aura oozed out of Lord Belmod.