Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 8)
Raditz
"This is bullshit!" Raditz roared as he moseyed on through Snake Way.
The Saiyan's marching stomps grew in intensity as he went. Goku appeared from the aether in front of him.
"I come across just fine. I don't know how you're supposed to pass through."
"You keep disappearing on me Kakarot, it's getting annoying."
"Hee-hee." Goku laughed jubilantly. "Sorry!"
"Ugh!" Raditz groaned.
"I'll keep you company bro." Goku reassured as he placed a hand on his brother.
Raditz rolled his eyes and looked to the clouds.
"What kind of work did you do? I remember you said something about dominating the galaxy back on Earth."
"Hmph." Raditz let out with a grin. "It's a far off dream. Pretty much unrealisable."
"I mean… I'm not trying to help you with that, but why not?" He asked curiously.
"Well… Lord Frieza and his father rule over the Saiyans with an iron fist. I know he's got great plans but I'm not sure if he'd like it if I struck out on my own like I'm going to with you."
Raditz looked at the path below him and pondered.
"The ruling the galaxy thing only really applied under Lord Frieza's rule, and seeing that I'm no longer a part of it, I'm now his enemy."
Goku looked intently at his brother. Raditz met Kakarot's gaze and continued with his speech.
"They actively employ alien races they subjugate to renovate or destroy planets. The Saiyans are excellent work horses for them due to our high testosterone values."
"What's testosterone? I heard King Kai mention that."
"You don't know?"
Kakarot shook his head.
"Kakarot, you're whack. HAH-HAH-HAH!" He let out heartily.
Goku just smiled at the joke.
"Mm-hmm!" He took a second to clear his throat. "Testosterone is a biological driver that helps create, build, and sustain muscle. It's why Saiyans are all very big and vascular. You're actually quite the anomaly as far as Saiyans go brother. You've got the vascularity but you should be bigger than that considering you're Bardock's son."
Most Saiyans are at least 6 foot. King Vegeta is 6 feet tall exactly while The Prince is 5'5. Kakarot is 5'9, not bad but a far cry from the 6 foot 2 that Turles, Raditz, and Bardock all are. Goku is also much slimmer and tightly packed like his father. Turles and Raditz have more full muscle bellies.
"So some dude named Bardock is our dad?" Goku questioned with brows raised.
Raditz just nodded.
"What else does testosterone do?"
"It's the reason why Emperor Cold took a liking to the Saiyans in the year 663. Testosterone motivates drive to work. Lord Frieza and his father run Saiyans through the ground with tons of jobs cause he knows we'll do it all… That and because the Saiyans are also weak enough to be watched over easily."
"Who is Lord Frieza? I remember you mentioning him back on Earth as well."
"Phuuuuuuu." Raditz let out a long breath through his cheeks as he looked to the pink sky for reassurance.
"Lord Frieza is an interesting man, but that doesn't stop him from being a tyrant."
Goku maintained his intense gaze and wanderlust.
"He's treated me well enough every time we spoke but he keeps us under his thumb and has killed people for acting out of line in his presence before. He is a stange, enigmatic man. I can hardly tell what's going on in his head half the time. One moment he is being kind and just and the next he is ruthless."
"Why hasn't anyone tried to stop him?"
"Well…" He paused for a moment. "There's like 2 reasons. 1: Lord Frieza is just so much stronger than all of his army it's ridiculous and 2: Emperor Cold blows Frieza out of the water. No one has even come close to Frieza's battle power except for maybe Ginyu, but he's still a long ways off."
"That's terrible, besides the Saiyans who else does Frieza have under his rule?"
"I don't know, I just kept my head to the ground for the most part so I didn't get snuffed out early."
Goku's anger rose to the surface and he balled his fists tight. Raditz noticed and just watched.
"Do you think we could take down Frieza?" Goku stared with such intensity at his brother that it pierced into his soul. For a moment his brother almost convinced him it was possible but Raditz got taken back to reality.
"No brother, I'm really not sure we can. I don't think you realise just how far we have to go."
"I don't believe in that nonsense. If there's a will, there's a way. Especially when it comes to fighting." Kakarot's words echoed in Raditz' mind as he tread the path.
Goku recalled the manys times he defied the odds as just a child, not even his full adult strength. The Demon King Piccolo had subjugated planet Earth for the second time, killing many of his friends on the way to the seat of the world. But The Demon King was stopped once and for all by a young Goku 9 years ago.
Kakarot disappeared on him again, striding with conviction through the aether and he just sat there by himself pondering.
"Hmm." Raditz wondered to himself. "He really takes on challenges head on like it's nothing. He has no idea the degree of magnitude that Frieza is above him. It's preposterous to even suggest."
Raditz got stuck for a moment thinking.
"Well… Maybe Kakarot has a point. Maybe the reason I'm so weak now is because I just did what I could to get by. Looking for him was the only thing I've ever done of my free will…"
Raditz gazed up at the pink sky again longingly.
"I mean, Kakarot and his friends beat me for what it's worth… What a fool I am." He stated with a chuckle. "I'll never get over that. Their battle power is nothing compared to mine and they stomped me into the dirt anyway." He let out a couple more laughs.
The clouds sat there unmoving as the older brother pondered by his lonesome.
"Phuu." He huffed. "Unbelievable." Raditz shook his head but maintained a smile. "We're starting over from step one, if a power level of 350 can beat me then I need to rethink my approach. I'm coming, Kakarot." He stated with pride and conviction, blazing off in a sprint.
King Kai
"Hehhhhhh…Goku. I really didn't want to have to tell you this but you have absolutely no chance against Lord Frieza as you are now. None of the Kai's even stand a chance. We could maybe try and seal him but his power is far too great to be held for long."
"But…"
"Goku... your power doesn't even come up on the radar next to Ginyu, let alone Lord Frieza who is at least 3 times his strength."
"Then get me to a good place to start. I'll do all the work I need to on my own to beat Frieza."
King Kai just let out another long and defeated sigh as he averted his gaze from the hopeful youth in front of him.
"He might even have more of that guardian spirit than Pikkon." He pondered. "Pikkon only sought to protect what was reasonable and in proximity to himself. Goku is something else entirely."
"IS THIS GREEN MOON IT!?" Raditz interrupted with a throaty scream.
"Yeah! You made it!" Goku fired back with a smile.
"COMING DOWN!" The Saiyan yelled as he plummeted onto the grassy plains.
DOOMM!
His touchdown was pretty flawless, landing in a front roll.
"Wow Raditz! How'd you do it so easy first try!?" Goku asked excitedly.
"Hmph! You're so easily amused, brother." Raditz lashed out. "This gravity seems to be denser than Earth, no?" He asked with a raised brow aimed at the blue man with the teashades.
"Yes, 10 times that of Son Goku's home planet."
Raditz nodded in time.
"I train with equipment that emulates gravitational pulls so 10 times is nothing."
"You got those from the Tuffles."
Raditz' brow sharpened and he walked towards King Kai with regal strides.
"How the hell do you know that!?"
Raditz stared intently at King Kai, holding a sharp pointer finger at the blue man and trying to peer beyond his black shades.
"I can read minds, Raditz, if it's on the menu I can access it pretty easily." King Kai spoke without mouth movements.
Raditz turned about wildly, perplexed.
"How-, wha-"
"King Kai's really impressive, Raditz, we stand to learn a lot from the guy."
Raditz just groaned and wore a scowl.
"Hmph."
King Kai had a smirk as he walked Goku and his brother to the middle near the tree. His black antennae wiggled and squirmed as he thought. He pushed his shades into position and addressed Raditz with a pointed finger.
"You! You actually know how to Ki Source, that's very impressive."
"Hmm?" Raditz just grunted back plainly.
"Ki Sourcing is when you channel ki to an area of your body to strike or defend with." Goku interrupted to explain. "I can't do it all that easily unless I'm firing the Kamehameha."
King Kai nodded at his pupil's words.
"Goku has to use the Kaio-Ken for now as he just has to get more comfortable with the process. But you've been Ki Sourcing for a long time, I can tell."
"And that means?" Raditz questioned with some sass.
"It means that… Let me think for a moment." King Kai paced about for a minute, kind of irritating the older brother.
"Hmmph."
"You Saiyans use the scouters to measure living beings' energy, correct?"
"Yes." Raditz replied pompously, a limp hand escaping from the firm cross arm stance he possessed.
"Well. Ki Sourcing is the true strength of what someone is capable of. Scouters are often widely inaccurate."
Raditz' eyes widened tremendously.
"I KNEW IT!" He screamed in response.
"They are very impressive pieces of technology but the scouters really only calculate what a being is at when resting or flaring. Flaring is also often inaccurate as a being with 800 resting which then went to 1,000 flaring almost never uses all 1,000 of it. 1,000 is just a guess that the scouter has."
King Kai paced around for a while, drawing the attention of the brothers easily.
"Your 1,000 is the real deal, Raditz, it's why you broke Nappa's jaw in that sparring match even though he is your superior 5 times over. Nappa cannot control all 5,000 of his battle power, if he could you would be hard pressed to damage him."
King Kai stopped walking and breathed out a large heavy breath.
"It's also why beating Lord Frieza is a practical impossibility. Lord Frieza isn't just some high power level, he can Ki Source near his potential on top of his insanely powerful body. He doesn't even have to put up any guard to defend against either of your best attacks. As you are now you could literally attack him for hours and hours but he would feel absolutely none of it."
Raditz' little bit of jubilance he had from the speech was taken away as he mentioned Frieza's overwhelming advantage. He looked to his brother who still had a stoic and optimistic look about him. He admired Kakarot for a moment before standing up straight himself.
"Hehh… Damn it." Raditz let out as he straightened.
'But!"
King Kai interjected.
"In case your brother didn't tell you yet, we have all the time in the world to see if I can maybe get you boys there. Age doesn't slow you down in Other World so you get to capitalise on your youth."
There was a moment of pause as the Kai looked for the right answers.
"I don't train losers, so are you ready or what!?"
"Finally, now you're speaking my language old man!" Raditz responded with some heat in his voice, shaking his fist as a declaration.
The older brother propositioned King Kai for a handshake which was gracefully accepted.
Turles
Turles paced by anxiously in the hangar. The sign above him read as follows:
Cold Estate Number 1 Hangar 2
"Reel it in, Turles. This is your big chance." He mumbled to himself quietly, walking by a medium-sized ship.
It was a tight sphere with landing gear that resembled an insect with 4 jutted out legs. There was a large symbol in the middle of it; a big white V on top of a gold circle with an upside down blue triangle over the V.
Turles punched his left palm a few times as walked the hangar. He paced for a long time before a group of footsteps started echoing, piercing through the noiseless space.
"Oi, Turles! Betta notev' fahked wit tha landin' gea ey?" Jeice joked, backfisting his blue partner to the right of him.
"Tch. I don't have to take none of that garbage from you, Kool-Aid." Turles chimed back with a smile.
"Ya hea dis one uh? Fahkin' jokestah he is! Ha-hahahahah!" He laughed out a rapid-fire chortle.
"At eeeeeeeeeease." Ginyu leaned in towards Jeice, shushing him. The rest of the crew joined in mid-way through the captain's exaggerated vocal call out.
Jeice took an interesting pose, his right hand placed over his clenched left.
"Sorry Cap', ya' know I had to do it to em'."
"What's up Turlie?" Ginyu asked as he landed a backfist of his own off of Turles' armour.
"I've got a proposition for you and the gang."
Ginyu looked back to the rest of his men with an over-the-top reaction, getting low to the ground somewhat.
"SHEEEEEEESH!"
The whole squad roared before they busted out laughing. Ginyu reeled them back in with a grunt.
"Mm-hmm!"
The Ginyu force focused up immediately.
"My man has a propossition!" Burter let out, jiving his head in a snake-like motion.
"Go ahead, Turles." Ginyu prompted the man to speak with his hand.
Turles shook his head and rolled his eyes at the goofy bunch.
"I'm going to need you to turn off your scouters."
Ginyu and the crew tightened up quick and their chill demeanor turned on a dime. The Captain looked to Burter who then nodded and closed the hangar doors before he could blink.
SKOOON!
Each of their glassy devices went from shining to dim.
"So you got real shit then?" Ginyu prodded.
Turles pulled out a spiky orange fruit from the pocket of his armour and showed it to the crew.
"Take a bite, Captain." Turles commanded with a sharp look in his eyes.
Ginyu grabbed the spiky orb from the Saiyan and scanned it, rotating it and examining it from all sides. He lifted it up above him and marveled at the strangeness of it. The Captain brought it to his nose and took a deep inhale.
"Pumpkin spice? I love that shit." He stated loudly.
"Take one bite, Ginyu, everyone has to eat some."
Ginyu nodded with some silliness, curling his lips tight in an exaggerated way.
Chom!
The sweet and spicy combo hit Ginyu hard and he just couldn't help but yelp:
"Sheesh! What the-"
"Lemme' get a boite, Cap'n!" Jeice interjected before the hand-off.
Crunch!
"Me nexsst!" Burter stole the fruit quick.
Kom!
Burter passed it off to Recoome, he took the largest bite, leaving very little for Guldo.
SHOM!
Guldo examined it with his four eyes curiously before taking the final chew.
Krm!
The crew chewed on the food for a moment before they all swallowed in tandem.
"That shit was pretty fahkin' gud maite, I won't loi."
Ginyu stared at Turles for a moment before asking:
"I wouldn't imagine you'd stand here and waste our time just for a snack. I can tell you're the type of Saiyan who gets shit done."
"Turn your scouters back on."
Be-beep!
"Holy shit Capn' youa' at 240!" Jeice blurted out without thinking.
Burter turned off everyone's scouter the second he heard the outburst, blue tron lines were left in his wake.
"Ho-ly shit." Ginyu breathed out, astonished, barely able to catch his breath, hands on his head.
Turles couldn't help but show off a smug ass grin. Leaning on a pole in the hangar and crossing his arms.
"What the fuck is that, Turles?"
"I'm willing to let you in on my secrets if you let me join the Ginyu Force."
"No questions asked." The Captain stated proudly as he put forth his hand for a shake.
Turles smirked and met Ginyu's right hand with his own.
Raditz
"K-Kakarot?"
"Yeah?" Kakarot responded, scrubbing a sponge over some dishes.
"Something's been eating at me for a while now."
"Shoot." Goku replied, turning his back to the sink and crossing his arms behind the back of his neck.
"I sent a message to one of the Saiyans who used to be in my unit. I know Lord Frieza has access to all the messaging logs. I didn't call them Dragon Balls but I did say that your planet can grant wishes. Is King Kai really as impressive as you say he is?"
"Don't worry, bro!" Goku patted Raditz on the shoulder with vigour. "If you're trying to communicate with your Saiyan friends then King Kai can definitely help!"
"Well I'm not trying to do that brother…"
"Hmm?"
"I'm trying to make sure they don't come and conquer Earth."
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, go check!"
Goku hurried his brother out the door, practically shoving him.
"Gokuuuuu~! The dishes aren't done ya' know!" The insect piped up.
"I know, Gregory! But most of them are mine so I'll just do Raditz' too."
"Whatever." Gregory turned around and floated away, tucking into a tree.
Kakarot and Raditz just gave a head nod before laughing and going their separate ways. Raditz was now wearing King Kai's colours. He had the same small black vest with the symbol on the front and the gold trim. Unlike his brother his outfit had no shirt, exposing his large physique and new white bicep band. He had black parachute pants with a sky blue sash atop them. He wore white boots that seemed to be the exact same as King Kai's. He strolled with confidence up to the master.
"Raditz."
"King Kai."
The North Kai just looked to the Saiyan in response, awaiting his pupil.
"Mm-hmm." He grunted out. "Can you link me up to Planet Vegeta? I want to know if anyone has seen the messages I've sent to Caulifla."
"I can do that. Would you like me to search for Caulifla or just Saiyans?"
"Uhh…" Raditz' mind searched a mile a minute for the right path, looking to the salmon sky up above.
"Can you search Cold Estate's 1 through 3, Planet Vegeta, AND for Caulifla?"
"Ah-heh-heh. You don't make it easy, Raditz."
"Mh-mmm!" He grunted loudly again. "Well, I don't feel it's fair that we do all these hard workouts while you just sit on your ass. I'm doing you a favour by exercising your telepathy, Blue Man!"
King Kai smirked at the statement.
The teashaded man pondered for a very long time, after a while Raditz started thumping his right foot impatiently. He looked to his brother who somehow seemed to be having fun washing the dishes.
"Vyooow! Take that! NO MY STAINS! Heh-heh, you just thought your stains would be there forever? Every force you create has an echo, your own bad energy will be your undoing! Pow! AGHHHHHH!"
"Kakarot."
"Yeeeah?"
"Get his ass!"
"I will! Byew byew! Augh! Hoo!" Goku bobbed and weaved, pantomiming as he scrubbed away the stains.
King Kai finally spoke up after a long while of searching.
"I cannot find anyone named Caulifla, which either means she's very far away, dead, or something else entirely."
A small look of sorrow tore across his face.
"What I did find however is that Prince Vegeta and his guard, Nappa, intend to come to Earth in lieu of its possible wish-granting power."
"Yes!" He exclaimed, fists balled tight. "I'm glad I asked, how long do you think until they arrive?"
"Well they haven't even started their journey yet, they're still waiting for time off to be granted by Emperor Cold."
"Has Lord Frieza already approved?"
King Kai nodded in response. Raditz took a thinking pose with his hand grasping at his chin with the other grabbing at his elbow.
"Who are Kakarot's Earthling friends?"
"He has a lot."
"The fighting ones."
"Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha. I'd hesitate to call Piccolo a friend, but he's another one who can fight. He was the Namekian."
"Can I speak to them to tell them the news?"
King Kai winced at the thought.
"I'm really not sure they're gonna like talking to you after what you did to their friend."
"Pshhhhhh." Raditz blew it off with a scoff. "Piccolo killed my brother, not me." He threw up his hands in a 'whoops' kinda way.
"I'm going to wait for Goku, I think it would be best if they heard it from him. I'd be willing to bet that they wouldn't mind it nearly as much if they heard you alongside him."
"Hehhhhhhhh…" He let out in a long sigh, the pair both looked to Goku who was still going to town on the white plates and bowls.
Tien
"Tien!" A voice called from the aether.
Molten lava shot in sprays around the tall man in a cavern. The area was dimly lit by the flames. His body sweated profusely as he maintained his posing and focus.
"Tien! Hel-looooooooooooo~!?"
The Crane's concentration was broken for a moment, an annoyed look formed on his face.
"Yo! Tien! Buddy! My guy! OH! Is this a bad time King Kai!? He could be sleeping!"
"Tch-heheh." Tien broke out in a laugh. "I'm right here, Goku." He put his hands on his hips and stood up proud, looking at the stalactites at the top of the cave.
"Hi Tien!"
"What's up? Haven't heard from you in a while." Tien was drenched in sweat, wiping it off and slinging it away.
"What's up is, my colleagues are coming to fuck Earth in the ass, and they're way stronger than I am!"
Tien was taken aback.
"Is that who I think it is?"
"Yeah! Raditz has come a long way, he's helping us now!"
"Goku…"
"Regardless, Prince Vegeta and his guard, Nappa, are going to show up to Earth sometime in the near future. Most Saiyans are simply not as kind as I am! So you need to be prepared."
"Tch! Kind? That's whatcha' call it?"
"If you don't believe me, feel free to get slaughtered by my superiors, The Prince is 10 times my strength!"
Tien's eyes all blew wide open at the thought.
"a-Are you serious?"
"Deadly."
Tien looked to the ground in horror.
"We wanted to make sure to warn ya'! We're gonna go talk to Krillin, Yamcha, and Piccolo too! Stay safe, Tien!"
"Thanks, Goku."
"We'll give you updates as I receive them." King Kai shot out quickly.
After that, all Tien could hear was the sound of rocks scraping, squelching fluids and the burning of flame. The Crane took a moment to compose himself at the thought of even stronger foes before he realigned himself in the pose again and breathed out deep.
"Phuuu~"
Nervousness was clear to see on his face.
Krillin
Krillin watched the clouds fly by as he took bites from a sandwich. He was reclined in a grey leather chair, staring out the window and into the aether with little thought. A little ringtone played out, muffled from being in his pocket. He fished out the device and thumbed through to his messages.
Bulma
I think we found out just about as much as we're going to from the space pod
Goku is gonna contact you through that Kai guy after we get done talking
Krillin sat up, eyes wide and scarfing down the rest of his sandwich. A voice spoke out from beyond as he had a full mouth.
"Hey Krillin!"
"Mmmph!"
"You've got homework, Baldie!"
Krillin sharpened his brow and just looked up at the ceiling fan. He chewed down the rest of his food quick before gasping for air.
"Huuuu! Mm-mm!" He beat on his chest firmly to finish his swallow. "How ya' been, Goku? It's been at least a month since I heard from ya' last."
"It's been fantastic, Krillin! I've learned a lot from King Kai and Raditz! We're training together!"
"Bruh." Krillin let out disappointedly.
"Don't bruh me! You've got a lot of work to do!"
"Yeah Krillin, it's not a good look, even more powerful Saiyans are coming to Earth believe it or not."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, Goku! What are you talking about?"
"Sorry Krillin, my bad. Ahem. Well, ya see…"
"I sent a message to one of my colleagues about the Earth's wish granting abilities. The Prince of all the Saiyans and his guard, Nappa, are coming there to investigate. Who was it we already told?"
"Well we told my family, and then the girl we just talked to was Bulma, We talked to Tien first though."
"Ahh, Tien. That's right."
"I'm lost."
"Sorry Krillin, all you need to know is powerful people are coming to Earth to investigate and apparently the average Saiyan isn't as reasonable as my brother Raditz, they might even blow the whole place up! Hee-hee-haugh-haugh! Imagine that!?"
"Ehh, you're laughing right now? Hah-hah." Krillin let out his own laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"Like I said, you've got to get in good form, those Saiyans coming down are about 10 times as strong as I was when I arrived and I'm Not exaggerating."
Cold sweat poured down Krillin's brow as he lost focus from the ceiling fan. He looked to the grey carpet instinctively.
"wow…"
"It's a wild thought, huh?"
"Crazy… it's just crazy. I thought Piccolo was crazy enough but to think there are enemies even stronger than that."
"They get MUCH stronger than that. They don't hold a candle to Lord Frieza."
"Who's that?"
"Another time, Krillin. We'll talk to you soon, kay'?"
Krillin just nodded and gazed back up at the ceiling.
"I'll try my best, Goku."
After that, all Krillin could hear was the drone of the ceiling fan. He fell back into a slump on the couch, eyes wide open in disbelief.
Yamcha
"Yamcha, I've had it up ta-"
The phone beeped early and Yamcha shoved it in his pocket, laying back down on his bed.
"But Yamcha, what are we gonna do if you don't play baseball?" Puar piped up, floating around the now Ex-Titan.
"Hmmmmmmm." Yamcha mused. "I'm pretty fuckin' loaded Puar so I think I'm just gonna chill."
"But you always chill, even when we're supposed to go to the games!"
Yamcha shifted in his bed and looked to the beat up wall. It had scuffs and suffered from the wear and tear the desert naturally possessed.
"I think this is why the guys are stronger than you Yamcha!"
Yamcha's brow furrowed down sharply.
"Can it, Puar!"
"You used to train all the time, now all you do is lay in bed all day!"
There was a deafening silence.
"If you just want to lay in bed, fine by me! But I'm not gonna watch my best friend wither away! I'm going to Capsule Corp!"
The small blue cat flew right out the crevice of the hut and Yamcha just looked to the ceiling. Flakes of dust floated by very slowly in the streams of light the little cracks the old building provided. He breathed a heavy sigh before a voice spoke out from the beyond.
"Yamcha! What's up buddy!? Win all your games!?"
"Hey, Goku." He said, a pillow muffling his voice.
"You sound not so eager, Yamcha, what's up?"
"Nothin'."
"Nothin' good or nothin' bad?"
"Nothin'."
"Well that doesn't help me any."
"Hehhhhhh…" Yamcha sighed out again.
"I want to help, Yamcha. If you don't tell me anything then I can't do my job as your friend."
"I just- I feel like… I dunno. You're gonna think I'm stupid but I just don't ever feel like doing anything. It takes so much effort just to get out of bed ya know?"
"No, I don't know anything like that. But I'm willing to bet that if you went and had a nice hot bath you might feel better. That kind of relaxation is good for the muscles, have you been working out?"
"No…"
"Well… uhh… I can't really help but I would work out with you if I was alive. Hee-hee."
"Ah-heh." Yamcha had a pity-laugh coerced out of him by Goku's persistence.
"Well, Yamcha." Goku turned a tad serious. "If you can't work out that's fine, but I do need to warn you. Even more powerful beings are going to come to Earth and possibly do harm-"
"Kakarot, you're being far too nice to this lazy sack of shit-"
"Raditz, please don't interrupt me while I'm talking to Yamcha."
"But Kakarot, he's not a real warrior. He's just a waste of-"
There was a strange pause.
"-As I was saying. There are threats that are much greater than that of my brother, and they ARE coming to Earth. If you don't want to defend the planet that's fine but I WILL be disappointed, sorry for bothering you."
"No, Goku, wait!"
After that, all Yamcha could hear was the slow shifting of the wind and the salty streams of the sand beating against the walls of the hut. Yamcha sat up and put his head in his hands, sighing deep.
Piccolo
Piccolo's green hands rubbed across the sandstone of a large pyramid. He furrowed his brow at the architecture and flew around to get better angles. He closed his eyes for a moment before a pang shot across his mind.
"Is that…" He thought. "No way…"
"Piccolo! You there!?"
"Loud and clear, Mongrel. What do you want?"
"Oh-ho! The Green Man is feisty!"
"What!?" Piccolo blurted out abruptly, opening his eyes and scanning the surroundings just in case.
"Relax, King of Nowhere. We are using t-"
Piccolo composed himself quickly with a scoff.
"Telepathy, I know. I was just pretty confident that a rat like you couldn't put two and two together. You're probably not even the one linking us."
"Okay, he is pretty good."
"Now who's this one?"
"That's King Kai! He's training me and Raditz in Other World!"
"Hmph! So there is another side."
"Yup! Man! You're really smart, Piccolo!"
"I hesitate to say that I'm all that smart and would likely just say that you two are idiots."
"Okay Green Man, me and Kakarot are dumb. Ha-Ha. Can we get to the point now?"
Piccolo just smiled.
"Alright Piccolo, you're smart so I'll speed it up. Raditz and I are Saiyans, and really strong Saiyans are coming to the Earth soon. We don't know when but they might even blow up the place. I advise you to keep doing your training as you're gonna need it. Apparently they're like 10 times stronger than Raditz."
"Unbelievable." Piccolo said with wide eyes.
Fwuuuuu~
"That's what I said. Anyways, I just wanted to give you the heads up! Thanks for helping me save my son!"
"That bastard tried to kill him!"
"He did not! Gohan got in the way by accident! Isn't that right, Piccolo?"
Piccolo just let out a small laugh.
"Heh-heh. Sure."
"See!?"
"Kakarot… I… Erhh… Dah, forget it."
"Bye, Piccolo!"
After that, Piccolo just resumed exploring the pyramid, blowing a hole straight through the middle with a ki blast.
Vyewwwwwww! KOMM!
Krillin
Krillin walked through the open space into the clay hut. Yamcha laid on the bed, his chest and back moving ever so slightly every couple of seconds. He brought out his phone quickly and scanned it before placing it back in his pocket. Krillin ran his hand across the table in the middle of the hideout. He grinded the dust off his fingertips with his thumb and made a perturbed face.
"How's it goin', Champ?" He asked politely.
"It's goin'."
"You get that message from Goku and Raditz?"
There was no response.
"If you didn't then I'll tell ya'."
"I got it."
"Oh, alright." Krillin responded as he rubbed the back of his bald head.
Krillin took a moment to himself, trying to think up the best way to approach the low-energy Ex-Titan.
"I'm here to see if you wanted to come train with Tien an I. I don't know where Tien is right now so I thought I'd pick you up first."
Yamcha flipped over and leaned up.
"Ehhhh, I don't know."
"Well I know, Champ. It's time to get out of bed, I'll drive." Krillin jingled the keys.
Krillin pulled the covers out from Yamcha and the man just sighed.
"Tien knows how to sense energy, so I think that's a good starting point."
Yamcha headed over to the dresser and started filing through.
"You and I don't know how to do that, so we could learn together through him."
Yamcha stayed quiet as he put on a white tank top.
"Eh-heh." Krillin let out as a nervous laugh. "And then second on the list is getting you your wings. You need to be able to fly, it's a pretty big deal."
Yamcha just furrowed his brow and looked at the jeans he had in the pile, picking some faded sky blue denim and pulling them on. Krillin just scratched his head as he looked about the hideout.
"Where's Puar?"
"At Capsule Corp."
Krillin just nodded and kept it low key.
After a while in awkward silence the pair finally exited the building and climbed into the orange skycar. Krillin put in the keys and the engine roared to life. The car climbed gracefully into the air before stalling and hovering above Yamcha's pad. Krillin turned to Yamcha with some seriousness and looked him dead in the eyes.
"What's the matter man?"
Yamcha averted his eyes and looked to the desert sands and tall grey mushroom stones.
"I'm not moving this car til' you tell me."
"Ffffffffffff." He breathed out deep. "I just don't feel like I matter."
Krillin just kept his gaze locked.
"Ever since Piccolo I just like- there's no…"
There was a long pause.
"I just don't- man. I just feel like there's no point."
The orange sky car started to cruise slowly.
"Is it because you didn't do as well as last time?"
"Tch." Yamcha scoffed.
"Look, whatever you're going through Yamcha, I understand. We all got our low points but I hate seeing you like this. I want the Yamcha that jumped in immediately to save his friends."
"Well, that Yamcha's gone so don't worry about it."
"He's not gone, he's sitting right here in front of me. That man defeated King Piccolo twice, it's the same guy and he didn't go anywhere."
Krillin took a moment to think of the right words.
"You inspired us, Yamcha, me and Tien wouldn't be as strong as we are now without you and that's a fact. Do I need to remind you what happened that day?"
"Nah." Yamcha responded as he placed his chin on his folded in hand, leaning over the car door.
"Well too bad, I'm gonna remind you of who you really are."
Krillin and Yamcha recall the events of the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai.
Krillin, Tien, Yamcha and Roshi VS Majunior
Objective: Save Son Goku!
"Ha-ha! Now might be a good time to start counting!" Goku said with a chipper tone and a cheesy thumbs up, his body scuffed and bleeding.
"Oh! Right!" A blonde man with sunglasses and a black suit scrambled to his feet, fumbling with a microphone.
The place was a wasteland of dirt and earth, the wind kicked up dust as Piccolo laid lifeless in a cracked crater.
This was in the year 756, after a long and arduous battle, Goku seemed to have gotten the better of King Piccolo's son known as Majunior in the tournament bracket. Kami, the guardian of Earth was there as well to make sure Piccolo was defeated or sealed away. After being denied the chance by Piccolo himself, Kami could only watch the duel between the two. Roshi, Bulma, Launch, Puar, Oolong, Chi-Chi, Tien, Krillin, and Yamcha all stood on the sidelines watching their friends assumed victory.
The man ran over to Goku with a smile on his face, his sunglasses roughed up a bit from the ordeal.
"This means, Goku's the- WINNER!" Chi-Chi shouted to the heavens with arms raised.
Krillin and Roshi looked to each other with excitement.
"ANNNND 1, 2 3 4 5!" The announcer counted with enthusiasm.
"6, 7!"
As he reached the count of 7 the others started to join in to hype it up.
"7, 8, 9!" The crowd cheered.
On the count of nine Piccolo let out a blazing yellow blast from his mouth. Goku, totally unaware, was pierced straight through his right shoulder and flung onto his back with a thud.
VSHHHHHHHH!
"AUGHHH!" Goku screeched as he flew back, landing on the rocky earth and reeling in pain.
"HA-hahahaha!" Piccolo laughed through shaky breaths, rising from the crater with his chest held high.
Piccolo pushed the announcer out of the way with great force, tossing him aside easily.
"Hanging on to the bitter end… how considerate…" The green demon barely got out.
"Rghgh…" Goku gritted his teeth as he looked to his adversary, clinging onto his wound.
"You made a good run of it, Mongrel, but that's GAME, SET, MATCH." He stated loudly, glaring down at the helpless lifeform before him.
"Fuck this!" Yamcha yelled loudly as he headed in front of the crowd.
"Yamcha… please…" Goku pleaded, waving his hand to stop him. "This is my-"
"You see a ring anywhere, Goku!?"
Goku's eyes widened as Yamcha took a diplomatic pose.
"Why are we even entertaining the idea of a tournament!? That's my best friend out there getting killed!"
"You want some too, Mongrel!?" Piccolo cried out, his presence alone almost knocking everyone to the ground.
"He saved our asses time and time again and we're just gonna stand here and watch!?" He screamed with charisma, lighting up the faces of Tien and Krillin.
Master Roshi just nodded and took off his blazer.
"You youngins surpassed me long ago, but if you can buy me some time I can fire off my Maximum Kamehameha."
"Yes Sir!" Yamcha fired back with enthusiasm, fist pumping.
"Right!" Krillin nodded back.
Tien just stared at the turtle school master with a look of agreeance.
"Yamcha~" Goku squealed out with his hand raised.
"WOLF, FANG, FIST!"
Krillin brought him back to reality in the middle of retelling the story
"You were on fire that day, Yamcha, I saw The Wolf!"
He returned to telling the story of the first time any of the Z Fighters would activate Sparking!
Sparks of electric blue, and a reddish glow flew off of Yamcha as he dashed with blinding speed at Piccolo.
The raw speed totally caught the green demon off guard, Yamcha landing a clean palm at his left cheek. After that Yamcha launched tons and tons of clawed strikes at Piccolo's midsection, tearing what little was left of The Demon's purple vest. Piccolo was forced on the back foot, trying to get away from the wolf. Seeing his moment, Piccolo struck through a gap with his knee at Yamcha's face.
Only being stunned for a fraction of time, Yamcha turned back to his foe quickly and his piercing gaze tore right through Piccolo. The Wolf returned to offensive maneuvers immediately, more and more claw marks appearing on The Demon's arms and chest as he went. Yamcha's claws swiped through the air, making sounds like a sweeping scythe cutting through grass.
SWUFF! SCING! FWU-FUFF-FUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFU~
The strikes became so rapid that the sound became unfollowable, just a cacophony of sharp noises. The blue sparks blazed in conjunction with Yamcha's vigorous attack. Again however, Piccolo's defence shone through and he swiped at the wolf's legs in a long but snappy arc with his left arm, tripping him up. Yamcha maintained his angry stare at his enemy as Piccolo delivered a mean set up kick with his right and a follow through kick-the-moon with his left. Yamcha careened through the air before crashing into the ground, kicking up stones and dust.
Krillin rushed Piccolo with a leaping left roundhouse. Piccolo took up a defensive stance in response, grabbing his left wrist with his right hand and pointing it toward his new and smaller adversary. Krillin feinted the roundhouse and landed right next to Piccolo, Piccolo's eyes widened and his antennae quivered. Piccolo ducked instinctively and dodged a chop from Tien. The green demon then planted his right elbow at Tien's jaw, knocking him back a fair ways. Piccolo stretched his right arm out and grappled onto the three-eyed man's neck, reeling him in for a sickening headbutt.
WHOKK!
"DE-Euagh!" Tien cried in pain.
"HE-YAUGH!" Krillin yelled as he flew towards Piccolo's face again.
"Nuisance!" Piccolo responded as he shot red eyed lasers at the short enemy.
Krillin dodged deftly, landing on the ground with his hands in a handstand before back handspringing.
"Dah!" Krillin launched a yellow bolt of ki at Piccolo.
Piccolo's quick thinking gave him the conclusion to use the three-eyed man as a shield.
KOF!
"Tien!" Krillin shook his fist angrily.
"Rgh…" Tien grunted.
"AIIIIIIEEEEE!"
THUMMMM!
Yamcha landed a heavy right roundhouse at the back of the green demon's head, forcing him to relinquish his grasp on Tien and fall forwards.
Sparking! Is known as one of The Three Truths. There are many beings in every universe that have quirks and abilities unique to them but The Three Truths are the techniques that are shared amongst all. The Three Truths are powered up states that each affect the individual differently. Sparking! Is both the easiest and hardest of the techniques to use as it requires no practice, only intense emotion. You cannot fake it however so Sparking! comes and goes as it pleases, there is no way to truly study it.
Roshi lifted his hands high into the air and blue streams of light started to gather at his massive chest. Veins popped up to the surface as the turtle hermit master took his stance. His mustache and beard waved in response to the energy.
"Kaaaaaaaaaa~" He called out as he placed his hands in a cupping position at his right side.
Yamcha continued his barrage with confidence, the blue lighting crackled and the red aura flared as he slashed at the green demon. Piccolo threw a weighty punch at Yamcha's face, but The Wolf didn't flinch and socked him one right back. They engaged in shot for shot in two more exchanges before Piccolo attempted to blast him away:
"MASENKO!"
Qua~uas-zzzt-ZHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"WOLF, FANG, FIST!"
The yellow beam shot at Yamcha with great speed but The Wolf just clawed and clawed at the technique. His nails oozed blood as he slashed away the yellow plasma. The green demon shivered and his eyes widened.
"AIIIEEEEEEEE!" Yamcha howled again as he struck with a devastating drive-by palm strike.
"GRRRRrrrr!" Piccolo let out involuntarily as he skidded backwards.
Yamcha flew back at Piccolo with another sweeping roundhouse. Majunior looked with disgust and snatched The Wolf right out of the air with a quick snap and slammed him to the ground with force.
"Tien, Solar Flare!" Krillin yelled at his comrade with commandment.
Tien shook off his daze and rushed Piccolo with Krillin right beside him. Tien stopped his run but the initial dash speed kept him sliding as he took up his crane stance. The dirt and dust kicked up heavily and masked Krillin's movements as the two stared down.
Skfffffffff~
Piccolo bared his fangs and his green skin looked to be barely containing his veins.
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~"
Tien just stared at his enemy, unmoving. Piccolo let out huffy breaths as he stared back. From the smoke, Krillin appeared above The Demon, drawing his attention immediately. Krillin took a dramatic pose with his knuckles turned towards his enemy and his hands drawn in close to his face. His five fingers were each spread wide in a star formation and he closed his eyes. Tien mirrored Krillin's maneuver exactly and they both shouted at the top of their lungs.
"SOLAR~FLAARE!"
ZNNNNNNNNNNNN~
"GAHHHHHH!" Piccolo couldn't help but screech.
A blinding flashbang pierced into Majunior's vision. Veins drew up around his eye area and he stumbled backwards in a yelp.
"HuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAGH!" Tien roared out as he launched towards Piccolo.
He lit up his adversary with pointed strikes using his index and middle finger. Krillin joined in and threw spinning kicks to steadily back up The Demon King's son. Piccolo grit his teeth and struck blindly at Tien with his elbow, knocking him for a loop. Krillin posed up and stopped his striking. Piccolo looked to hit the other one but missed his right knee lift clean as Krillin had stopped attacking. Krillin whiff punished the attempt with an upwards snap kick using his right. Piccolo's jaw was sent skyward and Krillin capitalised and threw a jumping, spinning thrust kick with his left.
Piccolo grabbed at his neck and coughed up blood after the last attack.
"HE-YAH!" Krillin cried out as he launched toward the green demon.
"AUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Piccolo roared to life and body checked the small fighter in a crushing attack, jamming his right shoulder into Krillin's small frame and sending him in a rapid tailspin. The force was so great Krillin slid for a long time after contact.
Skffffffffffffffffff~
"Haaaaaaaaaa~"
Yamcha ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the blood. Much less spirited than before. No electric sparks or red aura in sight. Piccolo stumbled forward and clutched at his eyes.
"Grrrrrrrr." He let out through gritted teeth.
Yamcha took his stance again. Leaning back and forming his hands into claw shapes. He breathed out deep before dashing at Majunior.
FSH!
The Wolf lashed out with a flurry of claw strikes at The Demon who was woefully unprepared. The damage to his senses had piled on greatly. Yamcha clawed down diagonally with his right then mirrored with his left, slashing a deep blue coloured x mark on Piccolo's chest. Piccolo grunted out with great discomfort before Yamcha delivered a slamming left thrust kick into the green demon's solar plexus.
"AIIIIIEEEEEEE!"
DOM!
"Gu-huahhhhh…" Piccolo's feet slid across the earth and kicked up rocks, stones, and dirt in heavy clouds.
Yamcha just sharpened his eyes at Tien who was positioned behind Piccolo. Tien clasped his hands together and positioned in a stance.
"Volleyball Fist!"
Tien slid across the coarse ground in a flash and stuck his palm right under the heel of Majunior.
"One!" He cried as jammed his palm skyward, launching Piccolo in a stalled rising motion.
Tien stood up quickly and got into a squatting position, from there he sent his palms into Piccolo's back epically, standing up into an overhead press position as his enemy left his hands.
"Two!"
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~" The energy Roshi had accumulated was cracking the ground and causing electricity to spark. The others cleared out of the way of the old man's technique.
"Tien, gimme a boost!"
Tien readied his volleyball positioning again before Krillin leaped into his clasped hands. Krillin was tossed high up as Tien committed completely, knocking himself onto his ass with the force.
Krillin mirrored his master's movements, cupping his hands as he rose above Piccolo. The sun shined brightly on the turtle school pupil as he gathered his own energy.
"Ka-me-ha-me~"
BWuwuwuw~uwuw-
"Ha!" Krillin roared, firing the blue laser at Piccolo's chest.
VYOOOOOOOOON!
"Gugh!" The Demon King's son let out as it impacted him, sending him crashing to the ground.
Yamcha and Tien ducked out of the way of blast. The Wolf dove to the ground but Tien stared on, awe-inspired at the blue wave.
KA-KOFFFFFFF!
A massive bang rang out as Piccolo came in contact with the earth, the blue beam still maintaining on the green demon's chest. Somehow, he had stuck the landing on his feet as it was striking him. Piccolo finally opened his eyes and tried his best to defend against the blast but it was still hurting. He struggled and struggled until Krillin ran out of gas and the beam dissipated.
Piccolo breathed in deep at the blast's finish.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Roshi's wave was so intense it sent himself skidding back until Kami stopped the turtle hermit's trajectory with his staff.
Piccolo could only stare at the blue beyond, it engulfed everything.
Krillin
"You can kick ass, I have no doubts about that. But you can't keep kicking ass unless you train. Go at your own pace, Champ, but we'd really like to have you again." Krillin placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
Yamcha nodded and shifted his gaze from the stone mushroom formations of the desert and towards Krillin's eyes.
"Okay, I'll try."
Krillin prompted for a fist bump and Yamcha reciprocated.
The Wolf had a ways to go, but he was born anew that day.
The orange skycar tore across the sky, the desert, the rolling plains where they had fought Piccolo searching for Gohan, a cityscape with the entrance sign detailing: East City, and a large mountain. Krillin spoke up to break the silence.
"I've been in West City for a while looking at job prospects so I've been hanging out with Bulma and the Brief's a lot during my stay. Bulma's really worried about you man, you should go talk to her."
"But what would I say? Hey I know I've been really shitty, forgive me anyway haha? Like… nah, that's not gonna work bro."
"I mean obviously if you're gonna do some bruh moment shit no. We can pre-game something that's not god-awful instead."
"Really?"
"What else are we gonna do, Yamcha? Just listen to music and vibe?"
"Fine by me, shoot."
"I'm just trying to make sure you get your affairs in order, Yamcha."
Yamcha peered out into the beyond again as the pair rode off into the horizon.
"Alright, I'm game." He responded, turning back and looking at his friend.
"Well the first step is figuring out what you did wrong. And I'm pretty sure I know what it is."
"Is that so?" Yamcha replied with a smirk.
Piccolo
Piccolo stood out against the crowd. Many passersby looked at the green stanger with a cape as they passed. Piccolo stared at a large building with enormous columns holding it up from the outside. A sign labeled: 'West City Museum' was out front. There were quite a few men in suits wearing sunglasses on the steps preceding the entrance. Piccolo eyed them carefully and started making his way up the steps. He easily caught their attention as he went. A red haired man shifted his gaze to Piccolo as he neared.
"Is this where I can learn about pyramids?" Piccolo asked plainly.
"You get to learn about more than that." The man eased up a little bit when the large green man spoke.
Piccolo sharpened his brow and waltzed past the columns and into the building. The floor was a very nicely polished marble finish and as such Piccolo was bombarded by a cacophony of clicks and clacks. He made an annoyed face and tried to cover his ears from the snappy sounds. He looked to the ground and assessed that:
"Is it their footwear making this noise? It's unbearable."
Piccolo couldn't stand it and took a minute to breathe outside. In his massive exhale he saw the blue haired woman from the tournament.
"Phuuuu. What do you want, Mongrel? I know you're one of Son Goku's friends."
"Well excuuuuse me, Piccolo, I'm not allowed to just go as I please?"
"Hmph. Do what you want, I don't care." Piccolo descended down the steps before Bulma stopped him.
"Why are you here!?" She called out, rapid firing down the steps.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Well I mean… what's the harm in it?"
Piccolo just raised a brow at the statement.
"Gohan wasn't annoying to talk to." Piccolo thought to himself. "Perhaps I'll entertain this blue haired mongrel, what's the worst it could do? Waste my time? I don't believe in such a concept anymore."
Bulma spared an inquisitive and thought-provoking look at The Demon.
"Hmph." Piccolo responded as he crossed his arms. "I suppose not much, I came here to learn about pyramids. I heard that you go to museums for stuff like that."
"Oh!" Bulma piped up with enthusiasm. "I love learning about history too! But museums are more for special items and key events. If you want to learn about the pyramids I can take you back to Capsule Corp. and we could watch something ODF!" She propositioned loudly with a pointed finger.
"ODF?" Piccolo questioned solemnly with a single raised brow.
"On-Demand Flicks."
"And I can learn about the pyramids?"
Bulma just nodded with a child-like expression, curling her lips inward. Piccolo took his right hand and placed it under his chin in a thinking pose.
"I know Gohan would like to learn about the pyramids, do you think we could fetch him?"
"Uhhhhhhhh…" Bulma's eyes widened and she let out a dumbfounded sound. "Didn't you kidnap him? Why would Gohan come watch pyramid specials with you?"
"Because I remembered that he was interested in that kind of thing. Learning for learning's sake. I'd bet he'd enjoy it."
"Huh."
"If not, I'll just go train."
Bulma scratched her head and looked at her phone for a bit.
"Wait, Piccolo!"
Piccolo turned around and his white cape flourished at the movement.
"We can grab him but I'm not sure Chi-Chi's gonna like seeing you there so I'm just gonna come by and pick him up myself. I parked my car over there." She pointed behind herself to a lot next to the museum with her thumb.
Piccolo just shot his hand out in a: 'lead the way' kind of gesture.
Gohan
"Would that be okay with you?"
"Oh absolutely! As long as Yamcha's not there to be a negative influence on my boy I'm perfectly happy. He's going to learn? Fine by me!"
"Chi-Chi doesn't like that shaggy haired one? Huh." Piccolo kept to himself as he sat in the sky blue vehicle with his hands in his lap.
Gohan just kept quiet as he stared up at Bulma.
"Is that okay with you, Gohan?" Chi-Chi asked with a smile.
Gohan nodded quietly and then filed out the door with Bulma. Chi-Chi waved Gohan out and Gohan waved back as he entered the car.
"Piccolo!" Gohan exclaimed with some excitement.
Bulma preemptively had a grimace on her face which was soon quelled when Piccolo offered a high five and Gohan smacked it with confidence.
"Whew. Why do we even take these risks, Bulma?" She thought aloud, turning the key and propelling the car into the air.
"Why are you here, Piccolo?" Gohan asked with wide eyes, the car zooming off into the sky.
"I'm going to watch the pyramid show too."
Gohan just bounced up and down, not saying anything but saying a lot at the same time. Piccolo just smirked and looked out the window.
"I won't lie, it's kinda comfy in here. The wind doesn't blow on my cape while we fly in this thing."
"Honestly Piccolo, I thought you were gonna be way worse. I knew I was pushing my luck talking to you but you've seemed to really mellow out since the tournament."
"Hmph." He grunted.
"Who else is watching?" Gohan asked with exuberance.
"Just you and Piccolo, I gotta go back to the museum to do some stuff. Don't touch that thing in the back."
Gohan peered over his seat very child-like and gazed upon the Saiyan pod.
"Whoa…" Gohan let out. "I was trapped in that thing." He pointed to the pod with less timidness and more excitement.
"Why do you need to go to the museum?" Piccolo questioned, turning around from the pod back to Bulma.
"Well, I was probably gonna give that to the WCM so they could display it. Capsule Corp. gets more company profits, more connections, and people get to look at the weird alien spaceship. Me and dad already ran as many tests on it as we could and had the message logs on Raditz' pod stored back at the lab. We don't really need it to learn anything new so we might as well just let the normies come and look at it."
"Hmmm." Piccolo let out a thoughtful hum as his gaze returned to the pod.