Chapter 5- "Are we there yet?" "No." "Are we there yet?" "Yes!" "YAAAAY!"

Age 755...

Chi-chi sat cross legged, having been trying desperately to attain ki control. But even if she focused her whole being on it, she could only produce a spark of glow in her palm. But she was determined. And each time she tried, it got a little bit bigger, and a little bit brighter. And then one day...

Chi-Chi looked down to see not just a glow, or tiny sparks, but a ball. It was small, and fluctuated, as if it was barley maintaining its existence. But it was there none the less. She inhaled. "I did it! I finally did it!" Shegot up a took the stance used by Roshi and Goku, he legs bent and her hands cupped at her sides, and she began to chant, "Ka... me... ha... me..." She grit her teeth, trying to focus all of her energy into the ball of energy, now her second one, trying to make it larger. And as she did, the tiny yellow orb shifted to blue, eventually beginning to become white in the center.

"HA!" Chi-chi thrust her hands forwards. The blue ball, still the same size as before, but somewhat stable now, shot her hands. Not quite the Kamehameha Wave, but launching that ball of energy was a start. The ball sputtered out of existence about thirty meters away from Chi-Chi.


Age 756, April, Kami's Lookout...

BOOOSH!

Gokus skidded to halt, bracing himself for another attack. The Guardian of Earth lunged forwards striking at Goku with his palm.

"YAAAAH!" Goku ducked and unleashed a kiai, sending Kami flying backwards into the air. "KAMEHAMEHA!" Goku pulled his hands to his side, and threw them forward, unleashing a blue sphere.

"Kamihameha!" The Guardian of Earth unleashed his own version of the attack, sending forth a pure white sphere. The sphere crashed into each other, bending into blood cell like shapes as their owners pushed them with all of their might.

"HAAAAA!" Goku's blue sphere pushed forward, ripping through Kami's Kamihameha. Quickly, Kami deflected the attack with all of his strength to protect the Lookout.

The once elderly Guardian looked on his pupil, and said "There is one month left. You've surpassed me, even after I have trained with my youth. Goku, you are the strongest in the world. If you can't defeat Piccolo Daimao, then no one can."


"RAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Piccolo's energy rocketed upwards, turning his aura into a dark pillar. "Tch." The Demon King smiled. "This is it. I am the strongest. If Goku can defeat me, then there's no one who can stop that oaf."


Sighing, a blue haired woman in the Capsule Corporation thought, 'I miss Goku... It's been kinda lonely not having him around for the last few years. I wonder what he's like now? He was so much more... mature the last time I saw him. It was like the kid I knew just turned into a my Prince Charming, or a knight in shining armor...' She turned toward the calendar. 'Just three more weeks. Three more weeks and it'll be May 7th, and Goku'll be done training!'


Outside the temple of the Tenkaichi Budokai...

"Man. First Bulma dumps me, now I'm the weakest out of all of us. This stinks."

"Yamcha, if ya' hadn't been so lazy, neither of those woulda happened! But you too neither the training nor your love life seriously! Ya let that babe go!" said the ancient Kame-sennin.

"Yeah Yamcha. You're a lot stronger, but you didn't learn any new techniques, and you could be even stronger. I mean, you were as strong as Goku when you met him. You should be stronger than Piccolo when he fought Goku, but you're only at a level just below him," said a dice headed monk.

"Well I'm sorry that I'm not super devoted like you. Besides, it's not like any of us could fight Piccolo. So all we need to do is be able to beat his kids!" said the bandit, trying to cover for himself.

"Whatever you say, Yamcha." The Crane Hermit's former disciple touched down, and turned his three eyes on Yamcha. He pulled out a capsule from his belt. "I got the capsule house from Bulma like you asked, Krillin."

"Thanks Tien! Now we can be here for the Tournament before everyone else! It'll be nice to relax for a few weeks," replied the short monk. Tien clicked the button on the capsule and tossed it out over the ocean, where it POOF'd and produced a large float with a Capsule house built of stilts. Underneath, the house was a deck sitting on the float itself.


May 7th, Age 756, Korin's Tower...

"Tanks Korin!" Goku said, waving good bye to his former mentor.

"Are you sure about this Goku? I'm fine with giving you a special Nimbus cloud that's up to par with your speed. But..." questioned the cat.

"Don't worry Korin, I know what I'm doing." Goku patted a small pot that seemed to have little dark clouds popping out of the lid.

"Did you really need me to have no control? And make it is as fast as yours?"

"I want a fair fight, Korin. I don't want to beat Piccolo just because I have a special Nimbus."

"Well, whatever you say Goku," answered the cat with a staff, as his one time student zoomed off, leaving a trail of golden clouds.


"What are you doing! Put my name in already!" roared a green giant, his antennae crackling with energy.

"Y-yes, of course! R-r-r-right away s-sir," stammered a frightened attendant. He wrote 'Piccolo Daimao' down on the list of people who made it past the Preliminaries, despite the round having yet to start.

"Took you long enough. I leave this world unattended and they forget that they should be doing what I say instead of simply looking in terror. Once I kill Goku, I'm making everyone at the Tournament my slave," complained Piccolo. Even without an aura active, he simply exuded evil. He was like the monster under your bed. The person who stalks you from the shadows. Even without seeing him, you can feel him.

Outside of the tournament grounds, in a floating capsule house, a drop of sweat formed on the head of a triclops. "Unbelievable. He feels so strong. Way strong than the average person. But I can tell he's suppressing his strength. That... That's terrifying!"

"Heh heh... heh... Yeah... heheh..." The scar faced bandit had much more than a single drop of sweat.

"I really don't like being this close to Piccolo. Do you think we should move away, farther from the island?" asked Krillin.

"No point. We have to go eventually if we want to enter the Tournament," said Roshi.

"Yeah, but do we have to enter? Goku can handle Piccolo. Hehe... heh... I uh... don't wanna die again. Especially no to Piccolo," said the Orin monk, who was even more scared than Yamcha thanks to Piccolo having been his killer.

Everyone looked up as something landed on the roof. "Did anyone else hear that?" a white dwarf quizzically said.

"Yeah... I wonder who it is... It's not Piccolo, I can still feel him in the Tournament Grounds." The Triclops looked at the ceiling with his three eyes.

Toc. Toc. Toc.

The Turtle Hermit, his disciples, and his rival school's former disciples all looked towards the door, as they heard their visitor walk off and jump off the roof.

Click.

"Uh... guys? Did the lock just click?" The scar-faced bandit started sweating a little bit more.

"Hey guys! Nice to see ya!" At the door stood a woman with blue hair, and a man with black, impossibly spiky hair. He wore a an orange gi with

"G-goku!?" said all of his friends (except Bulma) at once.

"Hey, is that King Piccolo I'm sensing in the arena?" Goku said, turning away from his friends.


Author's Note:
Ah, the ironic meta-ness of that title. Granted, it's only been a week or two since my last update, which is what most fanfics take. Anyways, more Bulma x Goku being foreshadowed. And it's all thanks to Toriyama saying that he was at one point going to have Bulma and Goku get together, but it ended up becoming Goku and ChiChi. And, hey! Yamcha was an idiot and got Bulma to break up. And Krillin has the Destructo Disc. Hmm... This is kinda like the Saiyan Saga.

Anyways, I wonder, whatever could be in that jar Goku has? OOOH! It could be a muffin! Or a pizza! No. TWO PIZZAS! With Stuffed Crust. Yeah... That's definitely it. Hey... Why do I smell Garlic?