Chapter 10

Gohan, Pan, and Bardock made it back to their timeline not long after Tapion left earth for Konats. Bardock had wanted to stay longer in the past, only so his arm could heal, but his father and sister thought it best he deal with the others as quick as possible. They silently snickered when he got berated by Chi-Chi, Bulma, Videl, and Gine when they got back.

Still, even with the long scolding Bardock got, he was just happy to be back.

Months had passed now, and out came Bardock and Gine's child. A boy they proudly named Son Gohan Jr. He came into the world with light cries, bright eyes, and the trademark Son grin on his lips when he saw his family.

Each and every member of the Z Fighters loved him. He was a delight to be around. Even Vegeta liked him, softening in a way he only did around Bulma or Bra. It was quite a sight to see, one Goku teased the prince about relentlessly.

"He's a cutie, ain't he?" Tekka smiled as he stared down at the brightly grinning baby in his carrier. "I knew they'd make a beautiful baby."

"I had doubts," Pan joked, earning a warning nudge from her mother. She gently caressed the baby's cheek. "But you're right, Tek, he is a beautiful baby." She cooed, "Yes, you are. Yes, you are, Gojo."

Gohan chuckled, "So they're really giving him that nickname?"

"It's creative, and with it, we won't mix up the Gohans," Videl stated wryly. "Or would you rather Vegeta yell out that Gohan pooped every time Gojo does something?"

"…Right." Gohan's eyebrow twitched. He glanced over to the closed door, "How are the new parents holding up?"

Videl sighed, shaking her head with a small smile, "About as well as we did, minus the android rampage." She leaned her head on her husband's broad shoulder. "They're just tired. It's been a month since Gojo's been born. They need their rest."

The front door opened suddenly, revealing the Briefs and Sons. They ambled into the room, carrying a handful of boxes.

Pan raised an eyebrow as they set them down, "Are those more clothes? Grandma, didn't you make enough clothes already?"

Chi-Chi scoffed, "There is no such thing as too many clothes. Especially since he is a quarter Saiyan; he'll be growing bigger by each week. Gohan and Goten did, and so did Bardock and you, Pan."

"It's true," Bulma and Videl sighed together. "Saiyan babies are a lot of work."

"So, so…" Goku sat next to Gohan, beaming eagerly. "Tell us more about that form Bardock took."

Gohan blinked, "Hasn't Bardock told you enough? He's answered this question every time you've asked, Dad."

Goku whined, "I know, I know. But I can't stop thinking about it. A new form, one that might be accessible for us. His rage form is one only he can take seeing as how he still has his tail and something inside him to help him."

"Hair and eyes red," Vegeta drawled. "What kind of form is that? A party trick?"

"I have to ask again; are you sure it wasn't Kaioken?"

"Yes, Grandpa. I may have not seen Kaioken, but I know it wasn't that. He told he never learned that from King Kai. No, this was…this was powerful. I've never seen anything more powerful than Bardock that day," Pan replied, eyes staring distantly as she remembered Bardock in that form.

"Man." Goku rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I wonder what it could've been."

Trunks shook his head, bouncing Bulma Leigh in his arms, "Whatever it was, I'm sure someone felt that power somewhere."

Gohan frowned, "You think we're gonna have more enemies now?"

"I don't know," Trunks said. "All I know is that the beacon Bardock made himself into isn't going to be ignored for long."

In the other room, Bardock and Gine were passed out on their bed, holding hands and each snoring like one of Goku's tractors. No one, not even those in the living room, would ever know what was to await them in the years to come.

Somewhere, far from earth, sat a God of Destruction. The purple being watched what looked like a film of Bardock transforming into this new form and taking down Hirudegarn with his Spirit Bomb Fist.

"Lord Beerus," His assistant called as he stood next to where he sat. "Is this the young man you've been looking for?"

Beerus picked at his teeth and answered. "A Super Saiyan God. Not complete, but he's getting there." He clasped his hands together, yellow eyes intensely gazing at Bardock's fire like aura. "I need to meet this child, but I want his form to be perfect when I do."

"Shall we bring in one last challenger?" Whis questioned.

Beerus chuckled, "Yes. Bring in Janey or whatever he calls himself." He smirked, "I need this boy as strong as he can be if he's going to defeat Him."

Whis bowed. "Very well, Lord Beerus."