"Goku infused his powers with the Eight Star Dragonball." said Zuccil. "That means that anything Goku could do, you can do, but only when you learn how to use the Dragonball."
"So how do I use it?" asked Goshin.
"A simple password, just like the regular Dragonballs." said Zuccil. "The same password you'll use if and when you ever need to fuse the Eight Star ball with any of the other sets of Dragonballs."
"So what's the password already?" asked VJ.
"What was your Grandfather's Saiyan name, Goshin?" asked Zuccil.
"I dunno…I didn't know he had a Saiyan name." said Goshin. "I always thought his name was just Goku."
"You've never heard anyone call him by any other name?" asked Zuccil.
"Nope." said Goshin.
"Yes we have," said VJ, "my grandpa. He always calls him Kakorott."
"Goku's birth name." said Zuccil. "He had to use that, otherwise the spell that created this unique Dragonball would have registered him as a Human, and rendered it useless."
"So the password is Kakorott?" asked Goshin.
"But he never said it when we fought you," said Nail, "how could it have activated."
"Because the primary power source of the ball is a Saiyan, Saiyan Rage can trigger the ball as well, in fact the ball is twice as powerful when triggered that way, though very dangerous." said Zuccil.
"What makes it so dangerous?" asked Goshin.
"Imagine becoming everything that a primal Saiyan would be." said Zuccil. "Ruthless, bloodthirsty, a killing machine; you only goal would be to destroy your target, and you won't care who gets in the way."
"The Legendary Super Saiyan." said VJ.
"Yes and no." said Zuccil. "This Legendary Super Saiyan was created by magick, where as, say Goku's nemesis Broly, became a Legendary Super Saiyan under his own power. His hatred of Goku fueled his transformation and eventually led to his demise as well."
"So how can Goshin learn to control such a transformation?" asked Nail.
"That he must learn on his own, assuming that it's possible at all to begin with." said Zuccil.
"You guys created this ball without coming up with a way to control it?" asked VJ.
"I didn't create anything, I just helped come up with the idea." said Zuccil. "And Goku would not have put Goshin at such a risk if he thought it completely impossible for him to control that transformation."
"It must be possible, because Goshin controlled it before." said Nail.
"Wrong." said Zuccil. "He had more than enough energy to kill all of us with that attack. I put up a shield at the last possible second that helped me survive, but rest assured that he would have thrown that attack without hesitation if any of you had jumped in front of him. His body will play out any plan he comes up with to the tee, so long as it gets the target opponent where he wants it."
"To be honest, I don't quite remember what happened." said Goshin. "All I remember was thinking of using the Spirit Bomb and then I just kind of moved unconsciously. I didn't even realize how much power I was putting into the attack."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about, your body will just act without your conscious knowledge." said Zuccil.
"This is some powerful stuff were dealing with hear, huh?" asked Jarelle.
"More powerful than any of us knows." said Zuccil.
He led Goshin out to a large court yard set up in the center. Goshin looked around to see that it was an arena, with bleachers rising up into the smog blackened skies of Trinity. Goshin began to wonder what Zuccil was bringing him out here for.
"As you're probably wondering," said Zuccil, "I'm bringing you out here to help learn to trigger the Eight Star Dragonball, because simply calling out the password will not trigger the ball's powers."
"How long will they last after they've been triggered?" asked Goshin.
"We're out here to find that out as well." said Zuccil. "That, and what side effects will they have on your body."
"Side effects?" asked Goshin.
"What harm will it do if you over use your powers." said Zuccil.
"Ok, when do we begin?" asked Goshin.
"Now!" Zuccil yelled as he launched himself at Goshin.
Goshin dodged him and jumped up onto the stage. Zuccil joined him and then punched his fist into the concrete. A force field formed around the edge of the stage and over their heads about fifty feet up. Goshin jumped at the force field and tried to break it by attacking it ferociously. He transformed into a Super Saiyan and attacked even harder. Finally he tried his most powerful attack and it still did nothing.
"What the hell?" he panted.
"Well as you can see, you cannot escape…"said Zuccil. "…not in your current state anyway."
"Let me guess," said Goshin, "I have to activate the Dragonball to escape."
"Exactly." said Zuccil.
"So how do I activate the Dragonball?" asked Goshin.
"That is for you to figure out, Goshin."
"Oh man…"
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know how I did it last time."
"How do you become a Super Saiyan?"
"I just concentrate on raising my power level to its limits and then breaking those limits." said Goshin.
"Try that, but without going Super Saiyan." said Zuccil.
"How would I do that?" asked Goshin.
"Concentrate on something you felt when the Dragonball took over and try to achieve that level again." said Zuccil.
"Ok!" said Goshin, knowing exactly what to concentrate on.
He took his power up stance and began charging up his power level. The dust on the stage swirled around him as he began to scream. He imagined the voice that he'd heard in the back of his head, Goku's voice. His ki flame burst up a blazing gold but it was no longer a child's voice screaming; to Zuccil's surprise, it was Goku's.
Goshin's body bulged outward so that his body was twice its original size. His eyes became so glazed over that Zuccil couldn't see the pupils or the cornea. Chunks of the stage began breaking away and floating into the air. Goshin's feet became imbedded in the ground. Goshin raised his head to the sky as Goku's voice bellowed from his lungs and his power level and Goku's seemed to become one. Goshin's eyes began glowing blood red and his jet black hair stood on end as though he were Super Saiyan, but without changing color.
"Incredible!" said Zuccil.
"Nice to speak to you again, Zuccil." came Goku's voice from Goshin's mouth.
"What the…?!" Zuccil spat, taken aback.
"Don't worry, Goshin's still in here." said Goku. "Just imagine that we're fused mentally and spiritually, just not physically."
"Amazing." said Zuccil. "Piccolo never mentioned any of this in the legend."
"He didn't know," said Goku, "remember that his knowledge of the legend was choppy at best."
"How did you find out?" asked Zuccil.
"We spoke to Guru, the original keeper of the legend." said Goku.
"Astounding…" said Zuccil.
"No time for that now," said Goku, "this won't last forever and I've got to tell you how to teach Goshin to truly control this."
Meanwhile, in Lord Sprout's throne room, Lord Sprout was sitting amongst his closest subjects, The Terror Squad. There was Slasher, his face disfigured by acid burns; his fingers seemed to have knives growing from them. The Mask Brothers, Goalie and Shat-face, both carried around huge machetes stained with blood. Their leader, a maniacal talking clown doll named Ku Klux the Klown.
"What will you have us do, oh Powerful One?" asked Ku Klux.
"I need a favor from you, my red nosed friend." said Sprout. "It seems that our dear friend, Commander Zuccil, has committed treason against the Alliance. He has joined the rebel Goshin and, as I understand it, is training him to use his powers with the Eight Star Dragonball."
"You wish us to destroy the traitor, My Lord?" asked Ku Klux.
"Not yet," said Sprout, "watch him, allow him to train the boy. Then take his life without mercy. I want to battle Goshin alone while he's at his best!"
"Perhaps we can even make sure that Goshin is at his absolute best," said Ku Klux, "the better for you to prove your absolute power, My Lord."
"Excellent, Ku Klux." said Sprout. "Aid him in his training as best you can. But do not make yourselves known; Zuccil must never discover my plan, and he will do just that if you are seen!"
"Of course my master…I already know just how to complete this mission…" said Ku Klux.
Ku Klux smiled back at Slasher and Slasher nodded with an equally sinister smile. His eyes glowed blood red and he faded away in a black mist. Ku Klux then turned on the Mask Brothers.
"Goalie, Shat-face, I want you two make sure that Goshin's training goes off without a hitch!" he said. "Watch his progress and make sure that Slasher is doing his job!"
Without a word, The Mask Brothers nodded to Ku Klux and walked out of the room. Ku Klux turned back to Sprout.
"It is done, My Lord." he said.
"A word of advice, Ku Klux," said Sprout, "DON'T fail me. You already know what the consequences will be."
"Of course, My Lord…" said Ku Klux with sick feeling welling up in his stomach.
Later that night, Goshin and Zuccil were perfecting some of the smaller techniques that Goku had described to Zuccil and both fighters were getting tired. Zuccil gave a great, guffawing yawn and Goshin stretched out tiredly.
"Well, we should probably call it a night for now." said Zuccil.
"Yea, I'm getting tired and besides, soon it'll be too dangerous to stay outside." said Goshin.
"What makes you say that?" asked Zuccil.
"This place is clearly in worse condition then Earth," said Goshin, "and knowing what Earth is like I can only imagine that things get worse when the right people can't see what's going on."
Zuccil nodded affirmatively and he and Goshin walked inside where the others were already asleep. Zuccil sat against the wall and fell asleep almost immediately. Goshin laid down next to VJ and Jarelle and dozed off into a deep dream.
He found himself back on the tournament stage, except everything around him appeared strangely warped or melted. A cloud of black mist floated just ahead of him, a cold, sinister laugh echoing around him. The mist condensed into a tall, slender man with knives growing from his fingers and a face that appeared burned or melted, or at least half of it was. His pants were ripped and torn and his boots were old, dirty, and tattered.
"Who are you?!" Goshin asked defiantly.
"That's none of your concern…" said Slasher.
"Well I'm not gonna let you hurt the people on this planet, who ever you are!!" said Goshin.
"So sure I'm here to do damage or cause harm, are you?" asked Slasher.
"Ugly mug like you can only be evil!" said Goshin.
"Never judge a book by its cover, my dear boy." said Slasher.
"Alright then what do you want?!" asked Goshin.
"I wish to help you with your training, Goshin," said Slasher, "but I must ask one thing of you in return should you accept."
"Yea what's that?" asked Goshin.
"This must remain between you and me," said Slasher, "This is for your benefit more then mine…wouldn't want your friend to think you were crazy if you told them that you were training in your sleep, would you?"
The idea did seem rather farfetched, but if what he said was true, Goshin could be almost assured to beat Sprout with the extra training. Goshin looked Slasher in the eyes and nodded solemnly. Slasher smiled at him darkly.
Goshin woke up the next day with a bright grin on his face. After he ate, he and Zuccil went out to the stage and began their training. VJ and the others trained amongst themselves.
As the days past Goshin learned more and more how to control the powers of the Eight Star Dragonball. And with every passing night he became a more and more powerful fighter. It amazed even Zuccil how quickly Goshin was progressing. After three days of training, Goshin's power level with the Eight Star Dragonball equaled that of having ascended to Super Saiyan 2.
Ku Klux had been watching in secret through Goalie and Shat-face the entire time. As he watched Goshin and his friends celebrating he smiled darkly.
"I believe it is time to test the young Saiyan for Lord Sprout." he said, speaking telepathically to Slasher and the others. "It's time to attack!"
In the control, an alarm went off on the console that Professor L was watching. He watched as four red blips on the screen were heading towards one of the few areas on the planet that wasn't in ruins. He ran outside as fast as he could.
"Trifecta troops moving in on Rotary City!" he called at the Z Fighters as they were training.
Without a word, Goshin and the others took off in the direction of the strongest power levels they could sense near there. Goshin stopped when Zuccil didn't join them.
"Zuccil, aren't you coming to fight?" asked Goshin.
"No, Goshin," said Zuccil, "this is your fight, not mine."
Goshin nodded and took off behind his friends. As they raced towards Rotary City, Sprout watch from his tower in Central City; he smiled darkly when he sensed Goshin's power level.
"That poor boy…" he said, "…he would make an excellent disciple to my cause. But bravery like that would never be turned to evil…or could it? A young, impressionable mind like that. If I could find out something about him, some weak spot in his relationship with a friend or family member. Wait!...Of course, VJ's betrayal! But I'll need more…Slasher, you've been in the boy's mind…tell me what you saw…"
"The boy's father…at best he's in the house at the same time as Goshin ninety percent of the time…" came Slasher's voice. "…beyond that, Goshin has found himself wondering weather or not his father knows he exists."
"Excellent!" said Sprout with evil sneer.
Within minutes Goshin and the others arrived in Rotary City to find Ku Klux and his gang destroying the city as people scrambled to get out alive. As soon as Goshin stopped, so did Ku Klux. The Terror Squad turn towards him and they all floated there at a face off. Goshin immediately picked out Slasher.
"I knew I never should have trusted you!" he said.
"My dear boy, the training Slasher gave you was perfectly legitimate." said Ku Klux. "The idea was train you to your absolute best in order to truly prove, once and for all, that Lord Sprout is the most powerful fighter in the universe and the rightful ruler of the Trinity Alliance."
"Well I'm afraid your plan has failed!" said Goshin. "I'm not going to lose to Sprout or to you!"
"We shall see about that, my dear boy." said Ku Klux. "That's what we are here to test."
"Just who do you think you are?!" VJ shouted.
"Allow my team to introduce themselves…" said Ku Klux.
"I'm Slasher," said Slasher, "and these two silent stupids are Goalie and Shat-face."
"And I am Ku Klux the Klown," said Ku Klux, "Leader of the Terror Squad…your true worst nightmare."
"Well your nightmare ends today, Ku Klux!" said Goshin, pointing at Ku Klux.
"We shall see!" said Ku Klux. "You filthy little brats are going to see just how dangerous we are!"
The Terror Squad attacked Goshin and his friends and the battle began. As the fighting ensued, Lord Sprout watched from his tower in Central City…