Yo! Son Goku and friends! The Frieza Saga (Finale)
Cooler
"Elder Guru." Cooler took a knee in front of a massive, hulking, titanic Namekian. Elder Guru sat in a chair much larger than Emperor Cold's throne. He was truly massive. The white chair looked to share the design philosophy of the Namekian ships, blue orbs shining brightly on the sides.
"Stand up, my child."
Frieza furrowed his brow, keeping his arms locked behind him.
"I know it is far too much to ask but I love Namek and its people, and would love to continue serving it but…"
"Enough!"
Cooler looked on with worry.
"Cooler."
"Yes, Elder?"
The obese Namekian's antennae bounced a single time, blue wisps of energy reverberated around the room. Frieza paid very close attention.
"You are the prime example of what we strive for. There is no cause for concern, I can tell your intentions are pure. As long as you can ensure your brother's assimilation to our culture and our views, I see now problem with keeping you here and holding your position as Guardian of Namek."
"Thank you, Elder."
"The loss of life here today was totally avoidable, but if Frieza is willing to give their afterlife meaning with his own servitude for Planet Namek, I see no flaw with it."
"Your blessings give me strength, Elder."
The fat being's chortles shook the building as he motioned with his large hand.
"I thought I told you to stand up, Cooler."
"My apologies, Elder."
The older brother stood up with a few laughs as other Namekians looked on from outside, catching Frieza's cold gaze.
Gohan
"Chi-Chi! Gohan!" Goku yelled from atop the ship, leaping down onto the garage cement, front rolling before embracing his child in a drive-by hug-tackle. "Huh-Hah! You've gotten so big on me! No fair!"
"He-hey dad."
Goku stood up from his rolling embrace and brought Chi-Chi in close.
"Missed you."
"Missed you too."
"..."
"Piccolo!"
The Demon nodded.
"Almost forgot! Give me a second!" The kai student tore away from his wife and hopped back into the hatch, juking past Yamcha and Bulma on the way. "Sorry!"
"Hagh-hagh!"
Yamcha laughed jubilantly as he guided his mistress down the steps with a calculated and steady precision.
"Whoa~" Chi-Chi shot out with duck lips.
"Yeah… Yamcha and I were supposed to do this when we got back but ya know… Not much to do up in space."
"I see." Chi-Chi replied as she felt up Bulma's full and rotund stomach. "He's feisty~" She replied, feeling a pushback.
"See!? There's no way that's not a boy. He got way too much heat on him! She knows, too! The proof's right there!" Yamcha prodded, pointing at Gohan.
"Shu-hut up~"
"Hagh-hagh! Good to see you again, Chi-Chi."
"Yamcha."
"Hey little man, what the fuc~ Ohp."
Chi-Chi shot The Wolf a mean motherly look.
"You're not so little anymore are you?"
"Maybe. We'll have to see if I grow any taller." Gohan said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"I think you're taller than your dad at that age. He was a weird one, stayed small for a long time."
Gohan just scratched his head as everyone else poured out in the last wave.
"Hey kid." Tien stated as he quickly exited the premises, blonde girl in tow.
"Uhh~ see ya, Tien."
Two women exited the ship and stretched it out.
"That was pretty cool, I have to admit. I always wanted to go out into space." Yulin called out as she groaned and contorted.
Snatt!
"Ahhh~ There we go. Wheeew."
"Dat was enlightening."
"I'll say. More than enough enlightening for a decade, I feel like I never got a damn full night's rest on that ship. Ahuhhh~" She breathed out, tears welling in her eyes as she passed the others. "Ohh~ He's cute! What's your name, kid?"
"My name's Gohan." He bowed. "What's yours, Miss?"
"Yu-rin."
"Nice to meet you, Yulin."
The pair shook hands.
"The manners on this one."
"This one?" Pao giggled.
Yulin shared in her sister's laughter and the pair exited quietly out into the halls of Capsule Corp.
DWANN!
"Hello Chi-Chi!"
"...Raditz…"
"Gohan!"
"Uncle."
"I'm ready to continue my training whenever you're ready, Bulma."
"Well, I'm not letting you anywhere near that room until I get my guards on standby, you got that, Mister?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." He sent out with some bite, yawning as he left the building out the other way, tapping a button on the right side of the garage and opening the large shutters.
"Huop."
Tmp.
"Hi Krillin!"
"Whoa! Hey Gohan."
The pair high-fived.
"Shoot man, there you are."
He stuck out his right hand to measure, leaving his suitcase at his side.
"You're about as tall as me now. You still probably got a ways though. I'd reckon you're gonna be taller than your dad."
"Really?"
"Definitely. You're 10 now, right?"
"No. I'm 9."
"Goku was still shorter than you now when he was 15. You're definitely gonna shoot up."
"Nice."
"Goku missed you guys, talked about you a lot up there."
Chi-Chi put her hands over her chest as Krillin tipped his hat, bowed, and exited the garage.
"Huh-Hah!"
DOMPP!
Goku landed harshly and presented his wife with the blue formal attire.
"Sorry about that."
Chi-Chi laughed and shook her head at the large hole and burn marks over the chest area.
"Can't ever be easy, can it?"
"Would you like it more if I never wore it?"
She kissed her husband on the cheek and the pair blushed like nervous children.
"Huh-Hah!"
Gohan put on the Titans cap and smiled.
"You're big now, son. Wow! It's like… I dunno! Good job!"
Gohan shared a strange laugh with his father and the trio walked out of the garage, Yamcha and Bulma conversing on the side as Dr. Brief entered the room.
The North Kai
"What!?"
The entire planet shook from his fury. Salza fell onto the floor as it dipped in harshly.
"I uh… I uh…"
"Come on, boy. SPEAK!"
DWANN!
Cold slammed his fist onto the back wall but somehow the Command Centre stayed intact while the whole rest of the building flew off its hinges in an explosive rupturing on the front-facing side. Various workers stood in awe as Emperor Cold and Salza were now completely exposed, the entire front side exploding into dust. No one could take their eyes off The Emperor as the planet quaked lightly. Salza's body sweat in exhaustion just standing next to Cold.
"F-f-f-ffffFrieza left for P-ppp-pPlanet N~N-Namek."
"WAS IT THAT DIFFICULT!?"
It was not telepathy but The Right of The Strong that carried his will across the entire Planet of Cold Estate Number 1.
SNATT!
Salza did not dodge The Emperor's cape, it simply missed him due to being sunk into the floor.
"Not good…" The kai thought as he was brought back to his surroundings.
"Ooh Oooh, Ookk!"
North Kai paced around for a while until he gathered the courage to swallow and send out a comm line to the recently acquainted.
"Cooler! Are you there?"
"...Hello..? Is this who I think it is?"
"Yes. I'm Goku's friend from a while ago."
"What is it?" Cooler got up from his bath in the green liquids of the stream, spreading it over his body as he looked to the sky.
Sluosh!
"Your father is gonna go ballistic if he doesn't hear from Frieza. For your sake I'd talk to him before he gets the chance to talk to you."
Cooler nodded.
"I see. Thanks for the heads up. Frieza!"
His brother stepped out from a large white dome of an abode.
"We need to talk to father."
He nodded. Looking to the ground in a bit of melancholy.
"Gather strength, Frieza… We're gonna need it."
Frieza let out a harsh breath and jazzed out his hands to hype himself. Cooler put his left hand over his little brother's shoulder gem and sparked his energies.
"Father?"
King Kai made sure to listen in. This conversation was going to determine the destiny of the entire North Galaxy.
"...Cooler..?" His previous mix of anger and excitement cooled off into intrigue and sorrow.
"Frieza is with me."
"Hello father."
"... Is he going to stay with you..?"
"..."
"..."
The brothers looked at each other with an air of seriousness before nodding with intent and speaking in time.
"Yes. I make no claims on The Cold Estate or the throne. They're all yours now."
"... I… see…"
The boys swallowed harshly.
"We mean no ill will, we thought it'd be easiest for everyone if we told you."
"..."
"..."
"I see." His malicious scowl returned once more as he pivoted and headed back to the newly remodeled building, a face lift without putting the face back on kind of thing.
"I don't know when we'll ever see you again, father."
"Goodbye."
Emperor Cold said nothing. They stayed on the line for a long time looking for a response that never came as Cold flew up and entered the broken up mess that was the hallway before the Command Centre. He walked forward with intention and typed a few things into the console in the back.
Dweeeeerrrrrrrr~
"Is this thing on!?"
He checked behind him and nodded as he heard his voice come out the intercom.
"From here on out The Cold Estate is no more. You are all free to pursue your own ambitions."
It was strange. No one believed him at first, especially considering his harsh and clearly angry tone. It sounded more like a mockery. No one had expected this, not in a million years, particularly those who had their planets destroyed by him or as a result of him. Where would they even go?
"Take the ships too, I don't care anymore. Use whatever you see fit. If I ever see any one of you ever again, You Will Die. I'm even nice enough to give you that heads up so you'd better use it wisely. You have 24 hours to evacuate C.O.1. If I see you anywhere near the throne room, I'm going to make it personal…"
"Is he for real..?"
"I don't..?"
"DISMISSED!"
The planet shook and within seconds the entire place was in disarray, people scurrying to the docking area. Cui stood in total disbelief as people he knew for a lifetime and people he'd never seen before jam packed into the hangar.
"Are you serious?" Cui asked mostly to himself as everyone around definitely wasn't paying attention to him.
The purple alien tapped onto his scouter, and a few blips popped up.
"Yo… Ginyu…"
"Who's this?"
"This is Cui."
"Uhh. What?"
"The Cold Estate… uhh…"
"What are you talking about man? I can barely hear you over that racket!"
Cui brushed along the chaos and stepped outside onto the grass.
"The Emperor just told everyone to fuck off."
"W-what?"
"The Cold Estate is done."
"Are you..?"
"Nope."
"What happened with Frieza? Did he ever come back?"
"I don't know. I don't think so."
The Emperor locked eyes with Cui, picking apart his soul from the crowd for a moment that lasted a lifetime. The purple whiskered alien could only finally tear his eyes away when Cold broke eye contact first and started walking down the hallway.
"You've gotta be kidding me…" King Kai said to himself as he surveyed the landscape of C.O.1. "He gave up just like that? What the hell? I thought South Kai said he was unstoppable. Why would he go out without a fight like that? He's been building that empire for over 300 years…"
Cold walked gallantly down the path to the throne, his cape wavering in the soft wind of the newly redecorated hallway. Salza poked his head out the Command Centre to see his Ex-Emperor enter The Cold Hallway. The blonde haired man swallowed harshly and jumped down onto the grass below.
"I can't believe it…" King Kai reiterated as he went back in, searching whatever Emperor Cold could give him.
"It doesn't matter anymore… I just want to be left alone. The only thing I want to do now is finish my god damn mural."
"His… mural..?"
King Kai's telepathy isn't just capable of piercing the four quadrants, it also grants him omnipotent vision of the planets he's looking at. Meaning that he's looking at Emperor Cold through his black teashades, almost like my staff here, only more impressive. I can't even do that.
The Emperor entered the throne room and let out a decompressive sigh.
"Whuu~"
He looked up at the mural, as did North Kai.
"There's a spot missing. I guess he fills those in when..!"
Emperor Cold's eyes glazed over the only figure in the ceiling painting that did not resemble members of The Cold Throne in any way.
"M-Moro!"
"Uuu~Oo-Oohkk?" Bubbles jumped up and down inquisitively.
"You'd better not be dead… Vegeta." Cold stated with a melancholic yet malicious aura. "I don't know who else is gonna fill that last spot now that my boys are gone."
Emperor Cold's interest in the Saiyans came not from their usefulness as workers but as the only possible threat in the entire galaxy to himself. His reason for keeping them around was due to their legend, Yamoshi. He had waited for over 100 years for a second Super Saiyan to appear and now that had been denied of him too. He cared only for battle and maybe a fun movie, anything else was far too much work.
The Emperor laid on his throne, breathed in deep, and closed his eyes.
"Kuuu~hu!" King Kai let out stuttering breaths as he sweat it out, using telepathy on such a strong individual even through the dimensional barrier was still shown to be quite the strain.
Vywu~
"So what happened?" Gregory asked as he buzzed to life.
"..." The North Kai took in deep breaths as he kneeled on the grass.
"Are you alright, master?"
"I… I'm fine."
"So?"
"Heh. I can't believe it… but it looks like the North Galaxy isn't going anywhere any time soon."
"That's a relief."
"Tell me about it."
Captain Ginyu
"Come on… Pick up you fucking brilliant bastard…"
Taptaptaptap~
"Freeza wenh an buggered off and the first thing you're doin' is bustin' a nut ova' Tahless? Come awn Cap'n. Lighten the fahk ahp."
"Turles?"
"What?"
"As far as we know it, The Cold Estate is no more. We're free to do what we want."
"..."
"..."
Burter dashed right next to his captain's scouter while everyone else turned on theirs to listen in.
"You synced?"
Recoome nodded.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Frieza left. Permanently I think."
"Are you..?"
"No. I see no reason for Cui to lie to us. I'm going to confirm myself, I'm gonna head to the throne room and ask The Emperor just in case."
"Shit… Really?"
"Fucked if I know, this is the most important event in the entire galaxy. If Cui's Not bullshitting I'm honestly more worried. I'll eat the bait right up and take one for the team if we've been snuffed out. I'm honestly so perplexed I have to ask him in person."
"Who are you taking with?"
The crew all shot determined glances at their captain to which he waved off.
"I'm going it alone. This is my crew, if I blow it, I don't want my boys suffering any casualties. Jeice!"
He swallowed harshly.
"If I shit the bed, you're next up."
"Cap'n-"
"Nope. You're too good to not lead in my absence. Your judgements are quick and better suited to leading anyway. Long range skills are important to have when leading, and yours are better than mine."
"-Don't say shit loike that." Jeice got up, confrontational. "Youa' not dyin'. So Oi ain't leadin'."
The Captain smirked as he said his last words to Turles.
"I'll holler at you if I don't get faded. Arrivaderci."
Be-Bee!
Emperor Cold
The Emperor snored loudly, enough that it shook the room. He awoke suddenly, feeling the presence of someone worth paying attention to.
"Ginyu..?" His alertness was astounding considering he just woke up from REM sleep. "What brings your fine self here?"
He took a knee at the bottom of the steps.
"Don't be shy, my boy. Come on up."
"Thank you, Emperor."
Tup. Tmp. Dmp. Fmp. Tp. Dm. Tp.
"Is it true what they say?"
"What do they say?" He questioned with a moviestar smile, teeth twinkling in the light, cheek in his left palm.
"That you're… done..? Here?"
"Oh. Yes. I have no intention of keeping track of these retards."
"..."
"Oh. Did I offend?"
"Not really. It was just kind of harsh, your honour."
"Well I don't really give a shit if I did but I was going to at least act like it if you were."
"Thanks."
"This is why I like you, Ginyu."
He raised a brow.
"You don't fold. You stand up tall, look me in the eye, and most importantly, you don't fucking lie to me."
"Emperor!"
A shrill voice echoed from the bottom of the steps, Zarbon.
"Is it true!?"
He smiled at The Captain who in turn ushered a smile back.
"Yes! Now provide me with some drama or get the fuck out of my sight!"
"Y~yes Emperor!"
The green skinned man turned to leave but was suddenly compelled by what seemed like an unknown force as the pair returned to their conversation.
"We can do whatever we want now… right!?"
"YES! That's the fucking~ POINT!"
Zarbon was in a mixed state, one of pure terror and simultaneous excitement.
"Ginyu!" He banshee screamed, firing a pink beam at The Captain's back.
Ginyu didn't even register what happened. There was simply a beam, and then there wasn't. Zarbon was there at the bottom of the steps, and then he wasn't. It was as if he lagged through time or something. He scanned the area nervously before he saw Cold's elegant cape flail once as he sat back down on his throne. Ginyu looked around, confused, lazily pointing a finger at the emptiness.
"Oh yes. I completely disintegrated him. I call it Dismissal. Super dead." The Emperor casually remarked as he checked his black polished nails.
Low-level Hakai. Beings like Emperor Cold don't even have to really practice it but as a caveat they can only use this first stage of unrefined Hakai on beings that don't possess the Right of the Strong.
"Uhh. What a wild ride."
"It has been."
"I don't ever plan on coming back here."
"I figured as much. Have a nice life, Captain. I mean that too. You were the only one around here with any balls."
"I'm gonna make my own empire one day, Cold. Perhaps large enough to rival what you had going with The Cold Estate."
"I don't doubt it. They follow you out of respect, not fear. Good work and… good luck."
Ginyu hit an emphatic and powerful salute before walking down the steps with determination. As the purple skinned man exited the room, Cold shifted his lazy gaze back up to where he was always looking.
Goku
Goku was practicing katas outside his home until a familiar face and massive mound of hair touched down before him.
"Hey buddy! Phu!"
"Kakarot. We never got the chance to do what we were originally gonna do."
"..?" The younger brother stopped his striking and put his hands on his hips as he stared down Raditz.
"We never got to check on Turles, Bardock or any of the others."
"What about it?"
"Well when do you want to go out there and try again?"
"I don't know. Huh-Hah!" He scratched the side of his face and looked up at the sky. "I feel like it wasn't the smartest idea bringing the whole crew. Since I didn't feel like being selfish and taking us longer to get home than necessary. I don't really care all that much about Bardock or whatever. He's probably a nice guy but the fact of the matter is that Grandpa Gohan is the one who raised me. I don't need to meet my real parents."
"I see."
"You can go on without me, bro. I wouldn't feel left out at all. You brought me along the first time and it's the thought that counts." Goku said with a smile as he patted his brother's shoulder.
Raditz looked down to the ground in thought, breathing in slightly through his nose.
"You know what?"
"..?"
"Turles and Bardock never gave a shit about me. They're not worth my attention."
"Uhh~"
"You're a good man who does, I see no reason to bless their arrogant asses with mine. I already gave them plenty of second chances before I left The Cold Estate. Thanks, Kakarot."
"Huh-Hah!"
"It's a shame though. I never got to meet your mother."
"Did you figure out who she was?"
"Some older woman named Fasha. I've never met her. Never heard any stories either."
"Huh."
"Yep."
"..."
The brothers sat on the dirt path of Mount Paozu, the trees blowing softly in the wind as deer and other dainty creatures ran along just outside of view.
Gohan
The young boy sat in his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling like they were having a death match. His brown tail swatted and burrowed deep into the comforting sheets below. He comfortably laid staring for a long time until a sharp knock on his window scared the ever living shit out of him. The little boy shot awake with the alertness of an expert before he realised his uncle was busting a gut laughing outside.
"HA-HA-HA!"
"Not funny." Gohan shot at Raditz as he opened up the window. "It's really late. What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you about some Saiyan stuff."
"And?"
"Kakarot said that you had full control over the Oozaru form."
"I don't really remember but dad said that too."
"Interesting. So I'm guessing you don't have full control then?"
"I guess not. Dad just said I was like any other animal. Calm until spooked or something." He replied as he crossed his arms and leaned over the window.
"Can you help me?"
This moment of weakness shown by the large man took the little boy by surprise.
"Yeah. I can do that."
Gohan wasn't so little anymore, 9 years old by this point. Still a long way to go until adulthood but an incredibly mature child for his age.
"But…" He looked back at the door. "It's really late. I don't think I can do it now."
"Nonsense. You gotta learn to cut loose every once in a while."
He yanked Gohan by his white kung fu shirt collar and pulled the boy out of the window, closing it behind him.
"Hey!"
"It's good for the soul, kid! Can't let everyone decide things for you!"
"..."
"HA-HA-HA!"
"You hypocrite!" Gohan laughed out. "You decided for me!"
"You're the one who said yes!"
The pair laughed as they soared through the night, passing over the clouds and rising steadily into the barely lit darkness.
"Where are we going!?"
"Green Man! That fucker doesn't sleep! He'll be up at this hour and we don't have to wait for that woman's green light! She's full-up anyway so I don't feel like pushing her buttons!"
"Full up?"
"With child! Pregnant! 4 for 5's gonna be a dad!"
"Oh yeah~" Gohan blushed out with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as they torpedoed past the clouds and turned on the air in a sharp 90 degree angle upwards.
Gohan shuttered with cold as they breached through the clouds, the little boy being pelted with the air.
"Sorry! Probably should have brought you a jacket or something."
The uncle and nephew finally touched down on the tile of The Lookout and Kami eyed the pair curiously from the top of the palace.
"You are the last one I expected quite frankly."
"Where's Green Man!?"
"Well I am right here."
"Nah, the other one! I can tell he's here!"
Piccolo teleported right in front of The Saiyan, drawing the vanishing lines of his frame into being.
"Hmph."
"Laugh it up, Green Man. You spooked me one time."
"Yeah, hold that. Hey Gohan."
They knocked knuckles, Gohan big cheesing.
"What are you doing here, Mongrel?"
"I need your help, Green Man."
"Hah!"
"I knew you'd be the biggest, sloppiest, piece of shit about it."
"Might just need a few favours."
Piccolo recalls all the monotonous tasks he had to perform for Baba when he was sharpening his telepathy.
"Fine! I just feel like getting it done tonight."
"Getting what done?"
"I'm going to conquer Oozaru and I don't feel like waiting around for Bulma to give birth to do it. Likewise if she's batshit insane enough to stand in the computer room with a rampaging beast on the other side she just might be more like a Saiyan than I realise but I'd still rather not get 4 for 5's child's blood on my hands."
"Whatever. What does Gohan have to do with this?"
"He's gonna transform with me and teach me how to reign it in."
"Haw-Haw-Haw! You're a rat! Can't even do it by yourself!?"
"Whatever, if you don't want to help I see no point in staying here!"
Raditz grabbed his nephew and zoomed off the top of the lookout.
"Don't go off and blow a gasket, Mongrel. I'm not letting you put Gohan in harm's way without my supervision."
"Uhh~ I thought you were gonna bail me out."
"I felt like you wanted to do this, Gohan. If you don't, I'll pull you out of his hands right now."
"No, I do."
"That's what I thought, and that's why I'll be right there with you, watching."
The son of Son Goku smiled and before they knew it, the trio was in West City. Cars drove by on the mostly empty streets and tube tunnels. Large electronic billboard screens dictating the time:
3:04 A.M.
Fwut~
"Up there are the controls and the computer to turn on the device that shoots Bluntz Waves. There are also those panel devices we used on the ships to create the barriers. Make sure to charge those first before you set the transformation."
"That was pretty useless. I have no idea how to work a computer."
"Figure it out!"
"Tcheh." The Demon just scoffed and turned his head to that of the loft, shooting a telepathic wire to Bulma's location.
After a few minutes of searching, Piccolo found the information necessary to operate the device.
"That's not gonna hold him in…" He thought as Gohan and Raditz entered through the doorway at the bottom. "Especially if Gohan's gonna be rampaging in there too. How am I gonna generate enough power to keep them locked up? Besides. If I go the locking them up route and need to detain them myself I'll have wasted all my ki fortifying the room."
Piccolo put his index and middle finger on his head, teleporting out.
Twsh!
Raditz and his little nephew entered the large empty space. Gohan looked up, amazed.
"Wow! This place is cool! I always wanted to go in here but I never asked."
Raditz began taking off his loose haiwaiin shirt and cargo pants.
"Huh!?" Gohan shouted a bit confused, blushing.
"Do you want to destroy your threads, Gohan? When we transform our clothes are gonna get torn to bits."
"Oh… right."
"Your body is nothing to be ashamed of. If you plan on having kids someday a bitch is gonna see your ding-dong anyway."
Gohan laughed which in turn ushered a laugh from his uncle.
"Now where is Green Man at?"
"Raditz?"
"What is it, boy?"
"Why do you always call people by nicknames?"
"It's kind of a Saiyan thing."
Raditz recalls all the times his brother called him nicknames.
"Hey, Trash."
"Nice going, Trash. Maybe you're not the worst out there."
"Low-Borns like you have a tough job, making sure to act like your contributions are worth a damn. Ha Ha Ha!"
He is brought back to reality.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
"Huh..?"
"You spaced out."
"Huh…"
"Where's Piccolo?"
"I don't know."
"Did I keep you waiting, Mongrel?" The Demon's distinctly throaty and raspy voice shouted over the intercom.
"Took you long enough, Green Man! Hurry this shit up!"
Piccolo looked down at all the jars and jugs with Korin's stickers all over them. He winded one of the lids open to reveal a large casket of just water. He shoved the jug along the ground until he got next to the panel.
"I'm starting the charge now." He sent out to both telepathically.
"Right!"
Before Piccolo put his hand on the device he made sure to sit down and submerge himself in the jar, soaking up the liquids at an unprecedented level of speed. It was like he was a starving plant as he charged focus into the machinery. The numbers shot up dramatically, starting from 0 and ending at 64,000 when Piccolo resurfaced.
Slushaaaaa~
The last bit of water drained out into the chrome surroundings as Piccolo got up and checked the device. He sent out a pulse of Ki Sensing.
"Damn. These numbers are supposed to be an indicator of power but they make way less sense than just feeling it out." "North Kai!"
"What?"
"How strong are we? If you put a number to it?"
"Well, seeing as you got a front row seat to That combat and used your energies to withstand the duel your power has actually gotten a big boost."
"I don't really care about the semantics, North Kai! How strong are we on the scouters?"
"Probably somewhere around 40,000 to 50,000. Hard to say though, since I never use them."
"Thanks." Piccolo ended the comm line by pressing his index and thumb together, and drawing a line on the air in a deliberate motion.
The Demon nodded as he checked his bright green palms, flexing his muscles and closing his hands.
"I didn't use up much energy at all and I charged up to 64,000?"
Namekians are some of the strongest Ki users in the universe as they can use their own ki pools, their life force, and water as sources of fuel to cast meaning while most races can only cast with one avenue Namekians can use three. Demon King Piccolo himself figured this out, casting his own self-taught version of Kaio-Ken. Nowhere near as refined or technical, but it was an ability that heightened his power at the cost of shortening his life.
The Demon smiled and placed his right hand on the pad, walking backwards and actively extending his arm as he went. He checked the keys on the keyboard, typed something in and wheeled the mouse over to the correct spot, double clicking with determination. The lights dimmed, he nodded, moved the mouse over and clicked again.
"Gohan."
"What is it, Piccolo?"
"He said you can control it, right?"
"Well dad just said I didn't go crazy. I don't know if I can actually control it though."
"Hmm. I'm gonna keep my telepathic line out during your transformation, try to hold onto it."
"Yes sir." He nodded intently as the large golden circle appeared in front of them.
Piccolo picked at the keys with calculative effort until he hit the right nodes, the only doorway at the bottom closing and the turquoise beams shooting out at the pair.
Zzz~zzzZZzzzZweyertt!
Yamcha shot awake, groggy but still alert. He looked around the loft only to notice that the sound was coming from the bedroom. He opened the door to see an also tired Bulma.
"Can you get that?"
"Why would you have an alarm for 3:12 A.M?"
"..."
"..."
"What..?"
"Right here, it says alarm."
The Wolf handed the scarred blue haired pregnant executive her phone who in turn grabbed her glasses on the nightstand.
"Oh shit..!"
"What?"
"Someone activated the Bluntz Wave generators!"
Yamcha said nothing, only sending out a pulse of Ki Sensing. Bulma looked at her man intensely as he focused up and flexed his muscles.
"Piccolo and Raditz are here!"
"Damn it!"
"Why'd you set an alarm for the Bluntz Waves?"
"Smart people make things, Geniuses like me make failsafes." She retorted as she put on a white jacket.
"I got it babe, you take it easy."
"What!?"
He pushed her away from the door with a soft but stern assertiveness. She blushed.
"I'm not putting our baby in harm's way. If I can't do my only job around here, what good am I for?" He said with a smile, slamming the door shut and zooming off the balcony into a front roll.
Fwuw~Wuf~SOOSHHH!
Before he knew it he was already at the base of the rectangular building. He leaped its entirety in one go, landing on the catwalk with a loud:
TWANGG!
"Wondering when you'd show up."
"Why you clocking in for overtime, Piccolo?"
"Tcheh. Raditz' Mongrel ass thinks he can conquer Oozaru."
"Pipe dream, that man doesn't know wha~" Yamcha's docile speech turned into concern as he saw another beast grow into form. "Is that Gohan!?"
"Mmhmm."
"We gotta get him the fuck out of there!"
"Calm down. If worse comes to worst I have an out."
"An out!? There's about to be two raging beasts! There's no way you have enough ki to charge it up for both of em'! Not to men~"
"Relax!"
Yamcha found it easy to calm down as Piccolo spoke into his mind.
"If it goes south, I Instant Transmission both of them to The Pendulum Room."
Yamcha blinked for a moment.
"Old Man."
"...Yes?"
"Can you tell Popo to wait in The Pendulum Room for me? I also want him to have it at the ready as well."
"Whyever for?"
"Got some rowdy Saiyans."
"Ahh, I see now. Are young Gohan and Raditz proving too much to handle?"
"Not yet. We'll have to see."
"I'll go get it ready for you right now, Mr. Popo is sleeping."
Piccolo cut the comm line in much the same way before he looked around, Yamcha no longer there. He instead heard The Wolf darting down the metal hallways, his rampant run echoing throughout.
"What are you doing now?"
"Prepping. There's another charging station right here and this button next to it opens a hatch."
"I told you I got it."
"I'm not doubting you, it's just a… failsafe… If you will."
"Shut up."
Yamcha laughed as the beasts finally stood at full height.
Piccolo sharpened his brow and waited for Gohan to say something, anything, back to him.
"..."
Nothing came as the beasts roared and beat on their chests.
"GUWOUAAAAAUHHHHH!"
DOMDOMDOMM!
"Uru~"
The smaller monkey-beast turned his head at the hyperactive nature of the only other being in the room. Raditz rampaged, slamming his fists into the walls of the dark rectangular room.
DWANN! DWONGG! FONGG!
He thrashed relentlessly, kicking and screaming.
DONGG!
The last beatdown sounded not so good, rumbling the building much more than the others.
"Piccolo! Where are we at!?"
"What!?"
"The numbers!"
"...Eighty Thousand!"
"I don't think that's enough, we've gotten stronger since Namek! That boost monkey-mode gives them is a lot!"
"Gohan's not fighting in there."
"Really?"
"No. It's Raditz causing all the commotion. Luckily I don't think he knows Gohan is in there."
TWANK! KRUNK! DONGG!
Raditz smashed and beat up all around his empty chrome prison until he came at and felt a presence of something foreign.
"Great…"
"URRRRRR!?"
Gohan deftly backed away as Raditz tackled onto the empty space. Bulma stepped out onto the balcony of the loft, her white coat shifting lowly in the light winds as the beatdown was seriously quite loud, waking people up near the Capsule Corp. building.
"Hey lady! Your experiments don't get to take precedence over my beauty sleep!"
"Sorry! I know you need a whole lot of it!"
"This fuckin' bitch…" Is all the red haired lady said before she shook her head and filed on back into her home.
DWONN!
"What's the move?"
"Give me a second. I don't want to pull the trigger too early."
Va~vvv~Vsh!
Piccolo used Instant Transmission to stealth into the room and right back out again, landing right on top of the rectangular block that was the chrome building. Gohan looked around feverishly only to stop and admire Piccolo's flowing white cape.
"Hey kid."
"Ruuuuu?"
"You remember me?" The Demon questioned as he raised a brow.
Gohan said nothing, only stretching out the back of his weighty right hand. Piccolo smiled, flying forward and meeting the beckoning by knocking the back of his knuckles against the massive beast's. Upon the realisation, Gohan couldn't keep it together and started chuckling loudly.
"UUU-OOH-EEE-EEH-HEE!"
"Calm down, kid. It's not that funny. Tcheh-heh-heh."
There was a long silence, punctuated by Raditz rapid-fire barrage of fists on metal.
DWANGDWANDWANGG!
"EIYAAGHCKKKKK!"
DONGG!
Gohan shuddered nervously.
"Don't worry kid, you're safe out here. I gotta ask you something."
"..?"
"Do you remember why you're here?"
The question seemed to be too complex as Gohan only tilted his head, much akin to a dog.
"Great."
DANGG!
"EYAIYYYYY!"
DWANGG!
"Well. I guess it's time to call it off, then."
Piccolo gathered his fingers in the proper position and zoomed away into nothingness, Gohan following. Moments later Piccolo was already back, in the same room as the rampaging wolf-monkey. He grabbed hold of Raditz as well.
Vu~Vzzh!
Once again, Piccolo was back in no time at all, standing above Yamcha, shaking his head no.
"It's a bust."
"Damn. Had me up at 3 A.M. for nothing."
"Nobody's hurt."
"Cept' for maybe the damn room. I'd bet anything the back wall took a hit. I really felt that one."
"Gohan's safe, that's all that matters."
"So you put em' both in The Pendulum Room?"
"No."
"Where~"
"The Pendulum Room takes a moment to gather the energy. Gohan's cool as can be, no need to put him there. I just took him home."
"Oh."
"Raditz is in The Pendulum Room."
Raditz
There was nothing, the large brown beast was seeing darkness before he came to, the empty vastness of space taking hold over him before he was unable to take a breath, icy cold nothingness enrapturing him.
Slashhh~
"Kuuuu~" The Saiyan breathed out harshly, coughing and clutching at his previously sore throat. "-Euaht?" He said, not really forming a complete thought.
"You are in The Pendulum Room, Young Raditz."
"W~wha..?"
"Nevermind that." Kami retorted as he stood The Saiyan up by the forearm. "We need to get you some clothes. I did not anticipate any naked visitors this evening."
The Guardian of Earth snapped, gathering sparking yellow energies in his hand before letting them loose and bonking Raditz on the chest with his brown staff.
Zzzztt!
"Huh. Neat."
"Brave venture, young one. I wish you luck in conquering the beast."
"HA! Didn't think you'd care, Other Green Man. Colour me surprised."
"You wound me so." Kami joked, smiling and placing a hand over his chest in faux disbelief.
"HA! I can tell why Green Man doesn't like you! You're way funnier!"
"Thank you. Come now, dab me up."
"HA-HA-HA!"
The pair giggled to themselves as they met down low.
Yulin
The older sister sat and stared at the indigo night sky in wonder. Pao pulled up next to her and asked of her apparent fixation.
"You good?" She joked, laughing a bit as she nudged Yulin's shoulder with her elbow.
"I think so."
"... What's up? Sometin' is creary botherin' you."
"No, I wouldn't call it bothering. I was just trying to process some stuff."
"What stuff?" Pao questioned as she plopped down next to her sister on the edge, looking up at the bright crescent moon in the sky.
"Well. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but…"
"Buuuut?"
"Maybe I don't need to get revenge on Tien or that other guy. Maybe I just pursue my martial arts just for me. I don't have anyone I need to impress. Dad's been dead a long time so it's not like I need to work for his approval."
Pao looked softly to the ground.
"Space is cool… like really cool. Like I think I want to go back. Cool." Yulin smiled and turned over to her sister.
"I thought you said it was cramped up dere!" She giggled loudly.
"Yeah, the ship sucked. But space..? Wow. I... really wanna visit other planets again." She leaned back against the grass, outstretching her hand to that of the untouchable above.
"Yeah. Namek was cool."
The pair of sisters took in the atmosphere of the lonely night, only the sounds of the insects chirping through.
"If I fail, I fail but I think I'm done learning from our master."
"Reary?"
"Yeah. It's not that he's all that bad. At least he's not as bad as I thought he was it's just… why would I spend my time learning martial arts from him when I could learn it from aliens out in the stars? That guy knocked my ass out and all I did was sense his energy. Now tips and tricks from those guys are worth my time! Master helped me with my perspective, all I need to do now is find the power."
Yulin balled her fist tight and smiled brightly.
Yamcha
Yamcha walked out onto the balcony lazily, yawning as he stared up at the night sky. Bulma followed soon after with careful and calculated steps.
"Hey."
"Hey."
They pecked each other once and then looked out into the beautiful night time.
"I always liked the way the stars hit off the tube tunnels."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm." Bulma replied as she snuggled close on Yamcha's inside.
"We never decided on a name, you know."
"Hehhh~"
"You're just mad the ultrasound confirmed he's gonna be a boy."
She was definitely mad.
"We're naming him Trunks."
"..? Okay."
"What? No protesting?"
"Girl it's not like I've been plug walking around with a kid in my stomach for over 8 months. I don't really care all that much as long as it doesn't sound stupid. Trunks is fine by me."
"Nice."
The couple embraced once more, snuggling close together as they stared up at the stars. A shooting orange beam tore across the sky forcing a laugh out of The Wolf.
"Make a wish!"
"Hmm. Nah, I'll be the responsible parent. I wish for our boy to grow up big and strong. Preferably a little stronger than his father."
"Oh wowwwww~"
"Hee-hee."
Goku
"Hey there little buddy!" Goku waved to the gigantic beast standing with stoicism in front of his capsule home. "Good to see you back after curfew, Huh-Hah! Don't worry. I don't really care all that much.
Fsht~Whst-Fsh!
Before Gohan knew it, Goku was sitting in a relax position on his shoulder.
"Beautiful night out, huh?"
Gohan said nothing, only blinking and looking up at all the stars.
"Hey!" He pouted. "It's not a full moon. That's a crescent! How'd you end up like this?"
Gohan shrugged, his father just laughed and turned his attention back to that of the great view. As the two stared, The Demon appeared from nothing, offering gifts.
"Here's Gohan's clothes. Left these in the transformation room."
"Oh!" He replied as he snatched them out of the air. "You knew?"
"Raditz asked me to help out. Felt like being a particularly good citizen today I guess."
"Huh-Hah!"
"Tcheh."
"Thanks, Piccolo."
The Demon smiled and left as soon as he came, gone with the wind.