Chapter 3- Déjà Vu
"Goku, you have proved immensely quick. In just a year and 5 months, you have risen above even my power. I'm not sure if I will be able to make you any stronger. I believe at this point, it is all up to you." Had there been Scouters around on Earth, Kami would've been rated around 300. Goku would be rated at nearly 330.
"Hmmm... Wut iv yoo wished frr yur yooth lik Piccoro?" asked a muffled voice.
"Come again?" said the Guardian of Earth.
GULP "Sorry Kami," said Goku, pulling the now empty bowl away from his face. "I said, what if you wished for your youth like Piccolo did? If you did that, then you'd be stronger. You would probably pass me right up, and I'd have someone in front of me to surpass. Even though I know Piccolo is training, getting stronger, I don't have anyone in front of me to get me fired up. But if you could go back to your youth, that wouldn't be a problem."
"Hmmmm... Perhaps. I have avoided using the Dragon Balls for my own purposes, but perhaps it is time I do this for the good of humanity. It will also be a way for you to see your friends. The Dragon Balls have not been used since they revived your friends. However, they are gathered in West City. Go quickly. But I want you to fly to West City, don't use your Nimbus. It will build up your ki reserves." ordered the elderly guardian.
"Y'huh! Alright Kami!" Goku was already in full sprint, headed towards the edge of the Lookout.
"Make sure to use your weighted clothes too!" added Kami.
"Already have them on!" Goku leaped off the edge, jumping a good 50 feet out and 10 feet up before he blasted off towards West City.
A while later, in West City...
"Hey Bulma!" shouted Goku to his friend though her open window.
"Wuh- Huh!? Goku! What is that you?" asked Bulma. And her questioning was not without basis. It wasn't the floating that surprised her, it wasn't the new clothes, now with Kami's symbol and blue wristbands, boots, and undershirt added. It was his body. He was now a good foot taller than when she last saw him. He no longer look like a young boy, he looked like he was actually 16.
"Yep, it's me alright. I've gotten a lot taller haven't I?" Bulma could only nod. He looked handsome. "Hey, do you have the Dragon Balls? Kami said they were in West City, so I assumed you were the one with them."
"Kami? Oh, right. Tien said you got him to revive Shenron. And that you ended up staying up there?"
"Yep! Been training for Piccolo. I'm already a lot stronger. But right now, I've kinda pushed myself super hard, and now I don't have anything to work towards. I don't think Piccolo is as strong as me, but I don't want to take anything for granted. So, I wanted to get the Dragon Balls and have Kami wish for his youth, just like Piccolo. That way, he'll go back to being stronger than me like at the start of the training, and I can keep trying to surpass him!" Goku hurriedly explained.
"Wait, 'like at the start'? You mean this Kami guy was stronger than Piccolo? And that's as an old geezer!?" gawked Bulma. 'I thought Piccolo was the strongest there was. He destroyed anything in his path. Roshi told me he had conquered the Earth. Tien told me that he beat him to a pulp. That Goku barely beat Piccolo! And yet Goku's been trained by someone even stronger! This world is terrifying! It's good think Goku's strong to protect me.'
"Bulma? Why're you just staring at me?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. Just surprised that someone was stronger than you and Piccolo." Bulma said before asking herself: 'Why was I staring?'
"Oh, well, anyways, do you have the Dragon Balls?" asked Goku, trying to get back on task. Plus, it was kinda hard to just float there with the weighted clothing after flying all the way from Kami's Lookout.
"Yeah. I went out and collected them after they turned back to normal, just in case. Let me grab them." Bulma turned and crouched down next to her bed, pulling out a locked box. Inside of it was... A capsule, which had another locked box. This time, holding the bag she put the Dragon Balls in. "Here you go, Goku," she said, tossing her floating friend the keys to granting nearly any wish. "If it'll help you beat Piccolo, they're all yours."
"Thanks Bulma! Oh by the way, how's Yamcha doing?"
"Yamcha? I don't know. He said Kami contacted him. Ever since, he's been out training with Master Roshi at Kame House. Krillin too. He doesn't really call much. I hear more from Krillin than Yamcha. I'm sure Yamcha spends more time with Roshi and dirty magazines than actually training." Bulma said sadly.
"Oh, sorry to hear. Well, I should probably get backed to Kami's Lookout. Need to train more! Can't lose to Piccolo, otherwise you might have to start calling him King Piccolo," Goku said jokingly.
"Alright. See'ya Goku! Nice to see you again!" Bulma waved bye as her friend rocketed away, with Dragon Balls in tow. "Hmph. I first met Goku looking for the Dragon Balls, and he meets me while he takes a break from training to look for the Dragon Balls." 'Maybe those things can grant wishes.' Bulma thought, realizing she had wanted to see Goku again after him training for a year.
"Kami, I brought the Dragon Balls!" Goku landed, breathing heavily from flying to West City and back with his weighted clothing. It didn't help that Kami had recently added and extra 5 pounds to each piece to help him train.
"Yes Goku, I know. I was watching the whole time, aside from your conversation with your friend. I presumed I shouldn't eavesdrop on your private life," replied Kami.
"Oh yeah. Forgot you can do that." Tossing the bag of Dragon Balls, he added, "You wish for your youth, I'm going to eat. Can't train on an empty stomach!" said Goku, quickly moving towards the palace that the Guardians of Earth lived in.
"You're going to eat food when the strongest being on Earth aside from yourself, barring perhaps Piccolo, is about regain his youth and surpass even you? How do you even eat so much food, Goku?" questioned the deity, surprised that Goku could be so nonchalant about witnessing the rebirth of guardian of the entire planet.
"But I'm hungry Kami! Especially after flying to West City with 275 pounds added to my body," answered Goku, who inched closer to the entryway.
"Goku. I have seen dinosaurs that eat less than you," said Kami. Indeed, many- no, most- dinosaurs ate less than Goku had on the Lookout.
"Really? Heheh! Then they must really eat more than me now that I've started only eating enough to be half-full," said Goku, with his childish grin.
"Wait, you can eat twice as much as you have!" 'My word! I don't think there's a dinosaur on the whole planet who can eat as much as him! His appetite is out of this world!' thought Kami, barely able to believe that Goku really was from Earth. "Very well. Go inside and eat. You must be starving."
"Thanks Kami!" Goku immediately turned and started running to the kitchen, where Mr. Popo was making food.
'Mr. Popo.' Kami said telepathically, 'You may want to make more food. Goku apparently can eat even more than he does already. A lot more.' His assitant and long time friend was unsurprisingly surprised by this.
"Now, on to the important part." Untying the bag of orbs, he shouted, "Come forth my creation, Shenron! Grant me my wish!" The 7 orbs began to glow, pulsing brighter and brighter. Then, a column of light shone from them, as the sky grew dark, snaking upwards, coiling up at certain places, turning at others, and dodging around itself in a few spots. Then the light faded, to show a dragon. It had green scales, for small legs with 33 claws each, and a head with whiskers and antlers. The Eternal Dragon's body was so long that it was nearly as big as the floating island it was summoned on when it coiled up like it was doing now.
It's red eyes looked down upon its summoner ad creator. "WHAT IS IT YOU DESIRE ME TO DO, KAMI?"
"Grant me my youth, just as you did for Piccolo. That is all I ask of you, Shenron," answered Kami.
"VERY WELL. I SHALL FULFILL YOUR WISH, CREATOR." They red eyes of Shenron glowed like red lanterns, as Kami was lit up, surrounded by light. When it faded, Kami stood there, not old, but young. He was now as tall as Piccolo was, but his face was less menacing. In addition, his clothes were now a with his kanji, the symbol for "God", emblazoned on the front in red, with a red obi.
"FAREWELL, KAMI." Shenron turned back into light, and he was sucked back into the Dragon Balls. The 7 orbs began to rise up and spin, going higher and higher until finally rocketing of across the Earth in 7 different directions.
Yunzabit Heights ...
"MASENKO!" King Piccolo thrust his hand forwards, palms out, one behind the other. A golden beam erupted out, destroying a winged demon similar to Tambourine. "Pathetic. My sons have barely gotten strong, even though I'm much stronger than I was when I was released. Wait. I'm near the North Pole during summer. How is it dark out? It should stay day time for a few more-" continued Piccolo, before his eyes widened in horror as he sensed a power flare up south of him. "No! Why is Kami so strong!? If he wished for his youth, that means he's trying to train Goku to be even stronger!" A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, despite the cold. "That's it. MY CHILDREN! ALL OF YOU! COME AT ME!"
Hesitating at first, his demon spawn all charged him, despite that they knew death was imminent. Dodging swipes and jabs from all sides, Piccolo killed one with his Sousen (eye beams). Dodging under a Drum-like mutant's swing, he killed it with a single uppercut. A pair of Tambourine-like twins attacked. He dodged to the left killed one with a powerful ki blast. The other one, seeing this as an opening, promptly had its head ripped off.
"Well, I suppose that wasn't too bad. If I make a few more next time, then I'm sure I can get some even better battle training in. I'm far more rusty than I should be," Piccolo Daimao said to himself. 'I shouldn't have lost to that kid. If I hadn't been locked up so long, and had been fresh off of my battles back in the days of Mutaito, I would've easily defeated that boy. However, now that Kami's regained his youth to train that brat, it'll be a lot harder.' Clenching his fist, he started to spit out new training dummies- er... new 'children'.
