So here is the sequel preview! Yay! This is set 12 years after Majin Buu's defeat. A long time skip I know but this was set out before Super was even a thing! So Im rolling with my alternate universe and ignoring timings! Ive put together a few snippets of poignant moments and some that are just fun/funny that I had ideas for. Please note that the first few chapters wont be out for a long while (not mega long hopefully) as I really want to be happy with the direction of it before I do anything! This fic will mainly be from Gokuto/Gohan's pov, so I wanted to give you a snippet of a teenage Gokuto. He definetly will get more badass as the story goes on! Please check out my instragram emeraldsaiyan where I will be posting updates and artwork produced my my amazing friend saiyankai. Check out his stuff, its amazing! So this is all for now, thank you for your support everyone. Until we meet again!
Sequel Preview - Dragonball Awakening: Revenge of an Empire
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"Grandpa, do you ever get the feeling that you don't belong?" Goku raised a curious eyebrow, "What do you mean kiddo?" Gokuto sighed, the stars reflecting in his emerald eyes, "Sometimes, I feel like I don't belong here, as if I'm supposed to be somewhere else." The sequel to Dragonball Awakening. (AU)
Have you ever had that strange, niggling feeling that you don't belong? Well, Son Gokuto could tell you all about that. A tremendous power swells within him, just begging to be unleashed, yet it is stifled by his ruthless mentor and overshadowed by his perfect little sister. Twelve years after the defeat of Majin Buu, and the Z-Fighter's are enjoying a long age of peace, which has begun to bore the young hybrid to no end. Whilst Gokuto wishes for something exciting to happen just to stir things up, his father, Son Gohan is busy trying to do his best both as a husband and father, pursuing a high flying career whilst still struggling with the demons of his past. Yet evil approaches, threatening to unleash chaos upon the Earth. Soon both father and son come to realise the painful truth, that sometimes, darkness can emerge from the most unlikely of places.
"So do you need an extra player?" Asked Gokuto hopefully, his emerald eyes glinting at the boys in front of them.
"Er, sorry mate," Dean cringed, taking the ball swiftly from his grasp, "We've already got five and we're trying to keep it an even number."
"Oh, alright," the young saiyan replied dejectedly, as the third year boy's ran off to resume their match in the school grounds, before he realised something, "Oi!"
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The teen pouted, "But Piccolo, how am I supposed to know how to control myself properly when I don't even know what my full power is?"
Something flickered behind his mentors eyes, "We've discussed this a hundred times Gokuto, there is no use you powering up when you can't even control a simple blast being thrown at you. You could hurt someone."
"But Grandpa said-!" he tried to argue, but was abruptly silenced by the Namekian.
"Your grandfather isn't the one training you" he stated sternly, "Meditation is the key to your power Gokuto, something that Goku doesn't understand. He is more than happy to keep powering up and powering up until he nearly destroys himself. I won't let that happen to you."
"Wow it's almost like you care," the teenager spat back.
"Watch it kid," Piccolo glowered, "Or else I'll use my eye lasers on you again."
Gokuto winced, the last time his mentor had used those he could have sworn he had burnt his underwear.
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The teenager was halfway through his forth helping of chicken pie when his grandfather suddenly stood up, a move that caught the attention of everyone present.
"Goku, is something wrong?" asked Chi-Chi worriedly, the full bloodied saiyan was never one to interrupt a feast.
The warrior shook his head, practically beaming ear to ear as he winked at Pan. Gokuto frowned and looked at his sister, who was sat next to him with a sheepish smile on her face.
"Nope, nothing's wrong Chi," said Goku, "I just have an announcement to make, and it involves someone at this table. I know we said we'd keep it a secret until the weekend," He added, directing his gaze towards the three youngsters on his right, "But I think it's too long to wait!"
Silence engulfed the table, as all eyes were torn between the head of the family and Gokuto's side of the table. Before Goku could say anymore, Chi-Chi stood up, smacking a confused looking Goten upside the head.
"OW!" He cried, rubbing the sore spot as his mother glared at him.
"Alright! Who did you get pregnant?!" She roared.
"N-no one!" spluttered Goten, exasperated.
Chi-Chi raised her hand again, only to be caught swiftly by Goku, as in a flash, he was between the pair.
"No no! Nothing like that Chi-Chi!" Goku said nervously as his wife breathed a sigh of relief, the woman's heart had already been weakened enough by the shock from her eldest son fourteen years ago.
"Great Kami Chi-Chi no," his grandfather continued, "I was just going to announce that today when we were training, Pan became a super saiyan."
He gave them all a beaming smile, placing his hand fondly on his granddaughter's shoulder.
Gokuto barely registered the words of praise and admiration that followed, his mouth hanging open as he watched his father spin his sister around the kitchen.
"No way Panny! I'm so proud of you!" exclaimed Gohan, squeezing his daughter tightly.
"Thanks Daddy!" the seven year old grinned, as Videl kissed her on the cheeks.
Even his grandmother had a tear in her eye, grabbing a handkerchief from the pocket of her grab.
"Looks like you'll be joining the big leagues now Pan," said Goten, ruffling his niece's hair affectionately, "What do you say we have a little spar after dinner?"
"Yeah!" Pan beamed, her excitement lighting up her peach complexion.
"Gokuto, what do you say to your sister?" Videl chimed, and suddenly, all eyes we're upon him.
Gokuto jumped, as he realised he had been the only one not to congratulate Pan. Part of him was happy for her, and wanted to be proud just like any big brother should. On the other hand, it also meant that he was now the only saiyan that could not make the transformation, meaning that his sister would no longer be sat on the side-lines with him, cracking jokes and throwing the odd Ki blast into the fray, just to see what would happen.
Now he would be alone, watching Pan actually keeping up with the others. Gokuto always knew that his sister was a natural at fighting, she seemed to be born with an effortless talent, but she still always looked up to him as her big brother. Now Gokuto would be the one looking up to her.
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"Whoops," mocked Amos, gesturing to the saiyan's spilled lunch, "I suppose I slipped, here, you want a banana? Let's call it a truce."
Gokuto glared, as the boy pulled out the yellow fruit from his blazer pocket, grabbing the attention of several onlookers who chortled with laughter.
"Piss off Chun," the hybrid snarled, his emerald eyes narrowing.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Amos scoffed, "What did daddy dearest finally teach his worthless son a few tricks?"
The young saiyan immediately felt his Ki spike, which caught the attention of his fellow saiyans, who looked towards the scene in horror.
"Ooh he looks angry," the blonde haired bully cooed, causing the crowd to emit bursts of laughter, "What's the matter Son, have I touched a nerve? Look at him! Son of the famous Gold Fighter, too scared to land a hit, what a disappointment-"
Gokuto started forwards, causing the throng of students to gasp. Yet he stopped, held back by his own restraints. The teen closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself down and push his energy to the pit of his stomach, and remember Piccolo's teachings.
"Is it a fight you want?" Amos jested, "Well come on then!"
"No…"
"What was that?"
"I said no!" Gokuto spat hotly, "Just leave me alone! I don't want to fight you!"
"You don't?" the boy taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his features, "Well that's too bad, because I want to fight you!"
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"Oh hi Vegeta!" Goku called from an un exploded corner of the room, dusting off his orange Ki with a charming smile, "We we're just training!"
"TRAINING?!" Vegeta spat, still with a firm hold of Gokuto. The teen curled his tail up in between his legs as he was dangled off of the ground. "You call exploding my gravity room training?!"
"Aw come on Vegeta, he didn't mean it, he just lost control was all!" said Goku.
The prince surveyed the room with fury in his eyes, "That is an understatement Kakarot. The boy's an abomination!"
Gokuto bit back a retort, he knew how it would end if he started an argument with Vegeta, and he was in enough trouble as it was.
"Aw don't be like that," Goku frowned, "He didn't mean it, did you Gokuto?"
The teenager shook his head vigorously as his grandfather looked towards him.
Vegeta scoffed, before rounding on his fellow saiyan, "I don't care if he meant it or not! He destroyed half the gravity room and shut off the generator for the entire floor! In simpleton terms Kakarot, he interrupted MY training."
Both Son's winced, as Vegeta's voice rang in their ears.
"Sorry Vegeta, we didn't think you were here!" said Goku.
"Well I am here!" Vegeta practically yelled in his face, "And I've had enough of picking up after your idiotic spawn!"
"Well that's not very nice." The younger saiyan all but pouted.
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"What in the HFIL is going on?!" Trunks exclaimed, as the Z-Fighter's approached them, their figures seemingly materialising through the clouds of smoke.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, as he caught sight of Gohan, "Brat, is that really necessary?"
"What?" his father asked, looking down at the outfit of the legendary Gold Fighter, "I couldn't find my gi!"
"Couldn't find-?!" The prince growled, before pinching the bridge of his nose in despair, "Unbelievable."
"Vegeta's right G," chimed Goten, "Maybe you should have just shown up in jeans and a hoodie or something."
"Yeah," Trunks agreed, wrinkling his nose in distaste, "It kind of looks like your mum made you a Power Rangers costume for halloween and didn't give a shit."
Gohan gaped, as the rest of the gang snorted with laughter, "W-what?! But you used to think it was cool!"
"Yeah, when we were kids and didn't know any better."
"Well I like it," said Gokuto, defending his father.
Trunks rolled his eyes, "You would 'Kuto."
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"I was attacked," he started, all eyes upon him, "By a saiyan, he said his name was Raditz."
Silence, as his father and grandfather shared a look.
"Impossible," Vegeta muttered, "Raditz is dead."
Gokuto winced, at the thought of the halo dancing atop of the bulking man's head.
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"Foolish girl," the white haired alien spoke, before launching himself at Videl, engaging in a heated fist fight.
"Gohan," Piccolo spoke quietly, drawing Gokuto's attention away from the TV, "Isn't that-?"
"Garlic Junior's henchman," his father finished, in a tone that sent chills down Gokuto's spine.
Several others gasped, yet no one had time to comment when King Kai's voice rang around them.
"I'm afraid so, the adverse changes in the weather have been no coincidence, it's a side effect of the dimensions between the depths of Otherworld and the living world being ripped apart."
Goku gaped, "King Kai, are you saying-?!"
"Yes Goku, the gates of HFIL have been unleashed, your old enemies are walking the Earth as we speak. And they're out for revenge."
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"Get us to a safe place!" The mysterious man roared over the raging winds of battle, jumping Gokuto out of his thoughts.
Why did this man look so much like his grandfather?
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"Why am I any different to anyone else?!" as he roared, the lights surged, plunging the kitchen into darkness for a moment.
There was no movement, everyone just stared at him, Pan giving him a sympathetic glance.
"Whatever," Gokuto huffed, tears springing to his eyes, "I knew you wouldn't understand."
With that, he turned,the backdoor slamming open before he had even touched it. The teenager gritted his teeth as he crossed the threshold, ignoring Videl calling after him.
He knew it was stupid, storming out when battle was on the horizon. He knew he would get an earful when he did eventually return. But Gokuto couldn't stand sitting there any longer, he was fed up of their sympathy and pity. He was fed up of being stifled.
Feeling as though he would explode at any moment, Gokuto kicked off from the ground and blasted into the sky, leaving the Eastern mountains far behind him.
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"So, will you?" asked Gokuto, "Will you train me?"
"Hmmm," Bardock pondered, before a small smirk graced his lips, "Alright I'll do it, but first of all, we're going to have to do something about… this."
The teenager gaped at him, "But you just gestured to all of me!"
"Exactly."
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"Gohan! What are you-? Get off Gohan!"
Gokuto sighed, as Piccolo's irate shouts accompanied his father's laughter. Deciding he should attempt to save his mentor, the young saiyan got up and made his way into the hallway.
"Merry Christmas Mister Piccylooo!" slurred Gohan, his arms wrapped firmly around Piccolo's middle.
The Namekian looked positively murderous as Gokuto appeared; his cheeks red in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
"Dad, Dad? Dad!" The teenager shouted, struggling to contain his laughter as his father looked towards him in bewilderment. The Santa hat he sported was sat lopsided on his head, his cheeks tinged pink and his eyes glassy from the effects of alcohol. He was wearing his own jumper; a deep green with an oddly shaped gingerbread man smiling out at them.
"Mum needs you in the living room." Gokuto said as Gohan finally released Piccolo.
A devilish smirk swept his father's features, "'Scuse me gents. My lady calls!" he yelled, before stumbling through the door.
Piccolo sighed heavily, brushing the snow from the shoulder pads of his cape; "How much has he had?"
"He had a Bucks Fizz with breakfast," Gokuto shrugged, "It all went downhill from there."
The Namekian rolled his eyes, before following Gohan into the living room.
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"Pah, Gold Fighter?" he snarled menacingly, "I thought you'd retired."
"Yeah see, I tried that," said Gohan, his cape billowing around him as his lips drew into a smirk, "Turns out I wasn't too good at it."
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Drawing in a deep breath, the young saiyan clenched his fists and wrapped his knuckles on the window pane.
He had to remind himself to keep an eye on Vegeta and Trunks' Ki, else there would be hell to pay if they caught him hanging outside Bulla's room like a pervert. His heart pounded, as he felt the saiyan princess' Ki rise slightly as she woke, lamplight illuminating the stone balcony as she peeked her head around the curtains.
Her hair was slightly tousled from where she had slept, and she wore no makeup whatsoever. Her brow was borrowed in both annoyance and confusion, yet her eyes widened in surprise when she caught sight of him. Gokuto gulped as she unlocked her window hurriedly, noticing that she was dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt that barely met her thighs.
"'Kuto? What are you doing here?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and eyeing his duffle bag, "Did your mum and dad chuck you out the house for some 'alone time' again?"
The teenager felt heat rise to his cheeks, "Er no. I just wanted to um… see you."
Bulla blinked, "And this couldn't wait until morning because…"
Gokuto breathed in a sharp intake of breath, "I'm leaving."
The blue haired girl raised an eyebrow, "Leaving?"
He sighed, studying her reaction as he prepared himself to spill the beans, "Yes. I'm leaving, probably for about a year. I'm going to space to train with Bardock."
For about a minute, her features beheld no emotion whatsoever, and Gokuto was left feeling rather hurt, until she let out an enormous gasp when she realised he was serious.
"No way!" She gaped, looking him up and down, "You're serious? Trunks and Goten didn't put you up to this did they?"
The young saiyan shook his head, "No, Bardock suggested I go with him about a month ago, and we're leaving tonight."
"Tonight?!" She almost shrieked, careful not to wake her mother and father up, "Does your Dad know? Better yet, does Piccolo know?!"
"Nope, no one," he informed her, failing to hide his blush, "Except you."
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Bulma gasped, her eyes bulging at the sight of the scene that greeted her as she stepped into the lab.
"Let's face it," Gohan admitted, looking a little sheepish from where he was working on the space pod, "This is not the worst thing you have caught me doing."
The blue haired woman scowled, "You're not honestly thinking about going after him are you? Kami Gohan you're worse than Piccolo!"
"If anything happens to him out there Bulma, I'll never forgive myself," he sighed, the wrench coming to rest by his side, "Why didn't he come and talk to me?"
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"There's going to be a war, isn't there Goku?"
"I don't know Chi," Goku's solemn voice drifted up the stairs, "I wish I could say for certain, but I really hope it doesn't come to this."
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"And just how long will it take for our plans to be realised Dodoma?"
"One Earth year my lord," the alien informed him, the buzz of the hole between dimensions filling the cockpit of the spaceship.
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"Watch out little super saiyan," Checha smirked, "I'm coming to get you."
Dragonball Awakening: Revenge of An Empire
Coming Soon 2017
