Chichi strolled through the lush royal gardens with a rather handsome young man with Seal Brown hair and cerulean eyes. The infant Prince in his arms coiled his tail around his arm and then went back to sucking his thumb.

"That's a terrible story, Chi," exclaimed Prince Bradley, holding Goten closer. "That must be terrible. I can't imagine it." He shook his head, failing to imagine being in Chichi's position.

"I know. Then... he just left without a trace. What's worse is that Gohan partially blames himself for Goku's death. I don't know how much more he can take," conceded the younger Princess. "What worse, it's really awkward having an heir without a Prince Consort. I just don't know what to do."

Bradley gave her a sad look. "That means this little fella won't have a father in his life," he stated sadly, kissing the infant's forehead. "He at least needs a father figure. I'll try to be there for him."

"Thanks, Bradley. But what about your kids? I can watch them for you, if you like." Chichi offered.

"It's alright, kid. Shanumi's watching them. Speaking of babies, I should go check on them," he announced. "How about we meet at the ballroom later and go grab some coffee when you're done teaching Gohan?"

Chichi shrugged. "Sure, if you're paying," she giggled.

"Alright, alright. See you later, Chi." The Duke handed the baby to the nurse, Rebecca, and flew out of the gardens to the royal nursery.

If he wasn't our cousin, I'd totally go out with him.

You are disgusting. How could you ever imagine that?

Ok, Ok. That may have been gross. But there aren't many guys as kind as him.

Except for Goku..

True, but he was always training. Son-kun was never really the romantic type.

I am never taking any advice from you again.

The sound of a nurse's pattering shoes broke Chichi out of her bickering with her alter-ego. Magda called to Chichi from the entrance to the royal hall. "Your Highness. Prince Gohan is in the simulation chamber and is awaiting your arrival."

"Great," Chichi replied, approaching the maid. "Let's go." Suddenly Chichi felt a tug on her dress. Looking down, she latched onto the eyes of a mixed-race infant. A little blue shirt, imprinted with the royal seal, baggy black shorts and a little blue hat completed his features. Curly brown hair poked out of the crown-looking hat. The child stared up at Chichi with huge, innocent olive eyes.

"Hey, Emmanuel," the Princess cooed, picking up her nephew. "What are you doing out here?" The infant was a few months younger than Goten, yet he had begun to walk at six months. The little Prince giggled, clapping his hands. Without warning, he grabbed a handful of Chichi's hair, which wasn't up, and yanked it hard.

Chichi' made a wry face. "Ow!" she yelped. "Don't pull my hair, Emmanuel."

The Princess was known to lose her temper very easily; if something didn't go her way she would explode with anger. Magda didn't want that, so as soon as she saw Rebecca shrinking away, she knew she had to calm the royal down.

The ginger-haired maid shuffled towards the heir. "Your Highness," she started, "Please don't get upset."

The wife of Goku blinked at Magda. "Everything's fine," she insisted. "He won't do it again, will you, Emmy?" Emmanuel started to cry at the sound of the nickname, while Magda cringed.

"He does have a strong grip for an infant," Chichi praised, noticing how the child stopped crying as soon as she complimented him. "Emmanuel just might be on par with Goten." She handed the prince to Magda. "Take him and Goten back to the nursery, please."

"At once, Your Highness." Magda replied, bowing in respect. Both her and Rebecca made their way into the palace halls. Chichi followed them, on her way to teach Gohan.

West City was buzzing with life and energy on a Wednesday afternoon, with the sounds of car engines and people going about their daily business. Neon screens brightened up the buildings, which were beautiful at night, illuminating the city. Capsule Corporation was busy as it usually was, with multiple scientists scurrying around the working floors to test experiments and run tests. But the living quarters he;d a silence that couldn't seem to break.

Bulma Cassandra Briefs, CEO of Capsule Corp, was in a bad mood.

First, her experiment on creating glasses blocking out the Blutz waves failed. She applied a certain chemical to the lens, causing the lab to almost explode into pieces. Second, her idiot of a partner, Vegeta, had demanded that she fix the Gravity Chamber, after breaking it for the fourth time that week. And, to top that all off, her son's tail had randomly grown back, brewing up countless arguments between herself and the Prince debating on whether he should keep it or not.

"My life is ridiculous. I work, work work, and no rest. DO these people think I'm a robot?" she huffed, lighting a cigarette, putting it to her lips. A few seconds later, she breathed out, a puff of smoke escaping from her lips.

The billionaire huffed in annoyance as she flicked through tabloids full of ridiculous stories about most celebrities. Rumours about affairs, money loss and breakups poured through the magazines. She stopped at a certain page of a picture of Trunks she had posted on InstantGram. She glanced down at the headline, which read:

What a cute little boy! But who is the father?

'CEO Bulma Briefs won't reveal to us who Trunks' father is! Does the father not want to be known? Is he even in the boy's life? Is Bulma Briefs even married? Most think that the two year old's father is Yamcha, the famous baseball player,' one source read.

Bulma rolled her eyes at that comment.

She dropped the magazine on the coffee table, plopping down onto the sofa. There's never anything interesting to look at these days, she thought, as she turned the TV, switching through the numerous channels. Everything was a lot more fun around here when Goku was alive. I wonder how Chichi and the boys are doing?

Over the years, Goku had become like a surrogate brother to Bulma. From the adventures to the battles to the tournaments, everything had been tough, and sometimes stressful, but the Saiyan had always been there to lighten up everyone's day.

She snorted. Except Vegeta, obviously. The news channel looked a little interesting, so she stopped at the channel and let the program play.

"Funny you should turn on the news today, Bulma," a voice chirped from behind the sofa.

"Huh?" Bulma turned round, staring at her mother, holding two glasses of lemonade. "Would you like one, darling?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, thank you Mum." The turquoise-haired woman took the drink as her mother sank into the sofa next to her, sipping their drinks and watching the news channel. After a few quiet minutes watching the news, Bunny Briefs decided to spark a conversation. "I heard something about Chichi in a newspaper, hun," she said.

"What about?" Bulma asked. Her mother's comment was strange. Chichi never really liked being in the public's eyes too much, so what has she done that caught the press' attention?

"Something about...Oh gosh, my memory is terrible these days..." Bunny trailed off as she tried to remember what she head read. "Oh!" she suddenly blinked. "She's having a coronation next week!"

The lemonade in Bulma's mouth spurted out like a golden waterfall across the room. "Wh...WHAT?! A CORONATION?!" she exclaimed loudly. "Chichi's a Princess again?" her face filled with happiness and joy for her raven-haired friend quickly turned back to anger. "DID SHE FORGET TO INVITE ME?!"

"Of course she remembered you, sweetheart," her mother reassured. "I came to give you your invitation." Bunny dug into her pocket, pulling out an elaborately detailed letter similar to the one Chichi had received months before.

Bulma didn't bother to be calm or polite. She snatched the letter out of Bunny's hands, who frowned a bit, and ripped the cover open. She noticed how carefully and neatly Chichi had written it.

To Bulma Cassandra Briefs, CEO of Capsule Corp.

It's been so long! How are you?!

I am pleased to announce that the battle for the Bansho Axe is next Saturday, at Chogong village. My coronation follows on Sunday at noon at the abbey and you are gladly invited to participate!

You can bring as many people as you like. You can bring Trunks, if you like. Goten will be there too so it'd be nice for him to have a playmate. I'll be surprised if Vegeta shows up!

I look forward to seeing you there. Myself, Gohan and my family are excited to see you again after so long. We must catch up on things.

Love, Chichi

P.S The dress code is either red, white or blue. Dress nicely! What about those white heels you had? You'd look nice in those.

The whole of Capsule Corporation shook as the biggest squeal they had ever heard in their lives rang out of the building.

Gohan blinked, looking up in a startled fashion. "D-did I just hear Bulma... squealing?" he asked to his mother, who was currently using a holographic keyboard. Chichi didn't know how to answer his question at first, since she didn't hear anything. Gohan's Saiyan blood is at work again.

"I guess she got my letter then," she laughed nervously. She expanded a particular hologram of a mountain. Using her hands, she widened the space between them, causing the image to expand. The princess clicked on the circle, which read Start. The bright lights in the stadium-sized chamber dimmed, the window leading to the observation area closed down. all leaving a blue hue behind.

"Initiating simulation sequence," a cold, metallic female voice rang out from the speakers above. "Winter Terrain selected."

" 'Winter Terrain?' " Gohan repeated. "What's that for?"

"It's to help you train." Chichi replied. "A demon's body can adapt to warm and cool temperatures, but we can't adapt to freezing temperatures straight away. I used this simulation to help me control my form a long time ago. I think I was about fourteen," she said, squinting her eyes.

The steel walls of the chamber suddenly faded to a cold blizzard. The ceiling had become a starry night sky, accompanied with a large, silver moon. The mountain, previously a small holographic model, had transformed into a proud image, towering above the royal duo. Tiny specks off snow bounced off their arms, causing them to shiver. They appeared to be quite cold.

"Looks like I f-forgot to bring w-warm clothes," she stuttered, shivering in her thin Chinese dress. She glanced at her firstborn, studying his not-so-protective purple gi and black spandex shirt. "Sorry about that."

Gohan wasn't sure what was going to happen. Yes, he was going to control his demon form. But... how was he supposed to bring it out? His mother hadn't exactly shown him first before turning on the simulation. He hadn't even got to study the paintings of previous demon Kings and Queens the night before. He didn't even ask his grandfather. The Prince shivered again. He swore he could feel his bones rattling.

"I k-know what you're th-thinking, G-Gohan," Chichi rasped. "D-do what you did to b-bring out the Super S-Saiyan in you." The boy just blinked at his mother.

"I think I understand, Mum," he breathed. He cocked his head to the right. "S-something's coming." The sound he heard was almost robotic roars. The hybrid couldn't place it, but it sounded deadly.

"That'll be the drones, then," she concluded, as if talking about the weather. "You trained for a year in the forests, right? Well you should know about survival. I'll leave you to do your thing." The Princess leapt into the air. All that was let of her was a small purple blur in the horizon. The hybrid was a little surprised at his mother's lack of protectiveness. About a year ago, she would be holding him close to her, complaining about how careless Goku was. Right now, she had left him to find his own way. The boy finally knew that she felt guilty for holding him back to much. She wanted him to feel a sense of independence and maturity. It seems like she took some tips from Dad, he thought. I wonder what Mum looks like in her demon form? Hopefully not too scary-

Something hard and cold slammed into the boy's side before he could finish his thought. The Saiyan went flying through the air, tumbling towards the ground rolling around until coming to a painful stop. Four large, scaly beasts surrounded the Prince, growling softly. Hard, black eyes fixed onto his every move.

"Never let your guard down!" Chichi's voice buzzed from a distance.

"Roger that," Gohan replied, snarling at the monsters before him. As he stood up, he could feel his Saiyan side screaming- kill them all- but he pushed it down, keeping his anger in check. While his Saiyan side was calmed, a new, profound kind of rage broke into his mind, seeping through the wounds of his heart. Gohan was so concentrated on which monster to attack first that he didn't notice the dark shade of red creeping up his arms.

The Ox Prince burst into Super Saiyan, a golden aura engulfing him in its glory. With a yell, he pushed out his arms, causing an electrifying wind to blow the monsters back. More swarms of beasts flew to the boy, but couldn't penetrate the thick, blaring amount of Ki protecting the Saiyan as he ignored them, powering up. His normal shade of pale, milky skin had turned into a crimson red. His usually blue Super Saiyan eyes were a stark, shining green. Short, but sharp fangs stuck out of his mouth, threatening to spill blood. Parts of his hair were bigger and spikier. His hair grew longer, resting on his shoulders. Grey horns stood proudly on top of his head, making the boy seem like a dangerous deity: a God.

Gohan could feel this new rush of power pulsing through his veins. He looked down at his hands, at first shocked at his transformation. He smirked, charging up a Ki ball in his hand, which was coloured purple and black, instead of the usual blue. He aimed it at the first group of beasts and fired, hitting them all dead in the centre. The preteen turned and began to walk away. It wasn't until he was about a few kilometers away that the groups of beasts finally exploded in a purple frenzy of fire and smoke.

Chichi, fighting monsters of her own, kicked one on her left, blasted one on her right and punched the last remaining one. She knew they would die once they hit the ground. She suddenly swerved to the left, narrowly missing being hit by a beast. Confusedly turning towards the direction of her son, could spot his moving form. She examined his every move, proud of his accomplishment.

"Well, he's finally done it," she breathed.

The Prince and Princess' movements were being held through a glowing, glass ball. The being spying on them had plans, plans that he could not spread to anyone but his prized soldier and his advisors.

The mysterious being clicked and held down a red button. He leaned towards the microphone on his desk. "Send in the Asset," he ordered.

"Right away, Sir," a muffled, crackling voice buzzed from the speaker.

There were no footsteps or wailing hinges to be heard after a few seconds as the Asset silently slipped through the door. The soldier had been well- trained over the year spent with the man, giving the fighter food, water and clothing. For that, the soldier would forever remain grateful to the handler.

The Asset, a tiny human in comparison to the numerous muscly guards surrounding the room, approached the handler and bowed, showing a great amount of respect and honour for the man. The soldier rose from its resting place on the cold, steel floor. The young fighter drew to its full height, which was nowhere near to the handler's height, especially since he was sitting down.

The handler, his back turned to the Asset, spoke load and clear, with a horrible edge of fake sympathy and coldness to his voice.

"Do you know what I am asking of you, Asset?"

The Asset nodded, but the handler didn't need to turn around to know the answer was a yes.

"You, more than anyone, know what I desire, don't you?"

Another slight nod.

"I want the Mao Royals dead at my feet." The handler continued, a sinister aura surrounding him. A sharp knife went hurtling towards the Asset, which it caught with ease, although the pointed blade aimed at its forehead. That was just a reflex.

"It's a relief to see you've been keeping up with your training, Leilani. That way I know you'll bring back the new Ox Prince's head when you're finished?"

The child flinched at the name. It didn't like the sound of it. Leilani was so unfitting for the Asset. Of course, she couldn't say that out loud, or her handler would kill her. The Asset couldn't help but shudder at his comment. It couldn't kill the Ox Prince- the Asset would surely be discovered and most likely killed for treason. But it wasn't like the Asset to disobey its master. After all, it wasn't like it had failed its nine other missions. However, there was someone it needed to-

"You understand what I'm asking you to do, don't you, Leilani?" The handler picked up a forgotten apple on his desk, rolling it between his fingers. The soldier flinched at the sight of the fruit. The child couldn't understand why he called it Leilani, or its other names. The common soldiers knew her as the 'Asset', the servants called her 'My Lady'. It was too confusing. Just like the mission.

"I can sense your doubt, young one. You know not to disobey me. After all," he began, "I am the one with the medication to heal your ailing relative. That old fool just won't sit down," he jested, although he did not care for the wellbeing of the elderly being. The soldier clenched its fists. The handler carried on, not noticing the Asset's slight anger.

"I want a confirmed death of at least one of the Royals in one hundred and twenty hours. You will report the mission back after it has been completed. Am I clear?"

"No."

The handler paused. "Care to repeat that?"

"I. Said. No," the Asset replied, her voice just over a whisper. Her voice was weak and hoarse, dry from disuse.

Because it was difficult to spot the being with the human eye, none of the soldiers had known how fast their leader head rose from his chair, flew across the room, grabbing the soldier by the neck.

"Listen very carefully, child," the furious leader hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I was the one who gave you a life after Cell. I was the one taught you everything you know." His grip on the child's neck tightened as did the soldier's pleas for air.

"I gave you a new identity. A new name."

"But... I can't..."

If you refuse, I'll take your relative off the support," he snapped, tossing the Asset like a rag-doll onto the floor.

"You will complete this mission regardless of your views," he charged. "Apologise now, and I might give you another chance instead of killing you."

"I-I'm sorry," the child croaked, curling up into a ball, silent tears fell from its eyes- showing emotions would cost a lot on the battlefield and in front of handlers. There was no way the Asset would be forgiven for that.

The handler scoffed at the soldier's vulnerable position. "I'm sorry, what?" He probed further.

"I'm sorry, Lord Guizha."

"Better." Lord Guizha, still holding the apple, frowned at the ball, an image of the Princess and her son smiling at each other. "I want the royal family to die for their mistakes of what they did to my people. And that parasite," he scowled, pointing at Chichi's features, must pay the price."

The rosy red apple crushed between his fingers.