The Vegeta Chronicles

by Demod20

What if Vegeta was the hero who killed Cell at his most powerful? What if 17 & 18 were given bigger roles in future Arcs? What if Tien Shinhan and other long forgotten characters were suddenly important? This is the series in which those characters get those big roles, and where the DBZ series is retold through their eyes and their perspective. This is...the Vegeta Chronicles!

11. Goten

THE VEGETA CHRONICLES

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Chapter 11 - Goten

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Vegeta sighed as he leaned back against the leather couch. Having just washed himself off from a good work-out with his son and Gohan, he left when he found that they were toning down their exercise routine. All because that girl, Videl, had showed up for the third month since the end of the Intergalactic Tournament. He found he couldn't stand being around the daughter of that worthless scumbag he humiliated. That, and it was beneath him to train at such a low level so the human could catch up to a reasonable level.

Vegeta decided then to train his other little pupil, stopping after several hours of that, before taking a shower and reclining as he worked, grasping a newspaper his wife left half-folded on a coffee table. He looked at a folded newspaper in his hand, and shrugged, going to see what was within the headlines...

SPORTS & ENTERTAINMENT

New Phenomena of the Century: Martial Arts Tournaments! The New Age succeeding the Old!

Ever since the beginning of time, civilization has always catered to events in which a test of fighting abilities are expressed. It can be something of a team event, like Football, or a contest between two players, like Tennis.

But for the world as of late, nearly two decades of consecutive Tournaments known as the "World Martial Arts Tournaments," have been hosted for 24 times, with the 24th being hosted after nearly a decade long hiatus from the 23rd Tournament ring's destruction. The favoritism of martial arts being used as a form of entertainment had been reclaimed, and fans began desiring a new Tournament. After the eclipsing affair with the Cell Games, a new brand of fighters had arisen from the 200 fighters that entered the world-wide event known as the "Intergalactic Tournament," that took the audience across the globe by storm.

The names of these fighters had been etched into our minds and recorded, as their battles literally shook the foundation of the Earth within the two man-made "Battle Islands," that Mr. Cash had constructed. Producing blinding lights from their bodies, from what we can speculate after much research, they have harnessed a life force energy that all living beings use to this day, but to a higher form, known as Ki.

Due to the revelation of such a brand of fighters being rediscovered from the era of the 23rd Tournament and prior to it, a new form of Class-based Tournaments are being organized around the world, based on the strength and skill used by what footage and numbers that had been skillfully analyzed and recorded by technology provided by X.S. Cash and professionals he had acquired to decipher their meaning.

Class 1 - Fighters who fight on a level of superhuman proportions, they are considered an elite, "new" kind of martial artist. The likes of which were displayed by fighters of such caliber were: Vegeta, Trunks Briefs, Son Gohan. While other fighters had appeared fighting at such levels, they were never officially given proper credit due to their earlier losses or their forceful entry into the Intergalactic Tournament.

Class 2 - Fighters whom have the talent of skills capable of reaching such heights but were knocked out within the first round or intermediate round before they could officially be named as such. Namely, they went as follows: Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan.

Class 3 - The Normal plane of strength described for fighters who are at the physical peak of their own human limitations. Such fighters were best described to be ones who overcame other hopefuls and would-be challengers that entered in mass within the initial "Intergalactic Tournament," and were beaten within the preliminaries. One man was categorized to be within this level of strength, being the scar-faced man known as Yamcha.

As such, any future Tournaments will be arranged in an according manner, so such one-sided conflicts will not take up the audience's time. 3rd Class Tournaments will be a regular, weekly event. A basic preliminary examination is held to determine the fitness and prowess of said fighters before the passing sixteen participants combat. Should a winner be determined from the 3rd Class Tournament three consecutive times, they become a candidate by default for a 2nd Class Tournaments.

Held every six months, the 2nd Class Tournaments determines the value of the 3rd Class Champions and continued credibility of the 2nd Class fighters that continue to participate. As such, the Tournament would hold a total of thirty two battles between the mutually skilled martial artists, and continue to fight until one victor emerges. When a 2nd Class Champion has been victorious in two consecutive 2nd Class Tournaments, they can proceed to enter as a candidate for the 1st Class Tournament.

Held every year, the 1st Class Tournaments are for the most hardened and skilled of martial artists, having fought their way up the ladder in a manner for which the world can recognize them as truly accomplished fighters. With much wider and opened spaces, these Tournaments are suited for much more diverse arenas for the more versatile combatants, or those who need room to exude incredible auras.

In any case, whomever becomes 1st Class Tournament Champion, is deigned the opportunity to have a special match against the World Champion himself/herself. In the event the World Champion forfeits the match, the new 1st Class fighter becomes the new yearly World Martial Arts Champion, and then will fight the next 1st Class Champion in an attempt to take the mantle for himself/herself as well.

With the surprisingly high reception and applause to the Intergalactic Tournament, and the new system having been suggested and put together by X.S. Cash himself, the Martial Arts Tournaments don't seem to be going away anytime soon. With luck, it will continue to be a central focus of sports entertainment for years to come.

"Tch! They're making fights way too difficult than they need to," Vegeta remarked as he read through the article, rolling his eyes as the mentioning of how they all categorized himself and the others as mutually strong. Didn't they see him kill Bojack? Of course not, he thought, they were all too busy cowering in the background as he destroyed him down to atomic levels, leaving not a shred of hair left when he was done.

In a way, Vegeta relished the idea of a true challenge on Earth to arise, however. In the manner that they organized the Tournament, it culled the weak, and kept people and more experienced contenders' from wasting their time in seeing a fight of an ensured high caliber. With this idea of organizing fighters throughout the world, there would assuredly be someone else besides the Z Fighters he one too often enough gets paired with.

"Not like I need a challenge from these weak Earthlings," Vegeta muttered, shifting the newspaper's page. Changing topics away from Sports and more into the Entertainment section, Vegeta found a title that caught his attention, and decided to read its contents for himself...

Our Hero a Hoax?! The Truth behind the lies of Hercule Satan!

Mr. Satan, an idolized and borderline worshiped icon among champions within the world had inspired many of the Earth's citizens into believing in his fabled, mystically high power. The same power that had led people into believing to have won the Cell Games and destroyed Cell, with some of them even giving him praise and credit for the mysterious occurrence of many of the slain victims by the evil creature coming back to life, through his own "divine power".

In order to properly analyze this man, we go back to the history of the Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament in which he first began his career as a revered and "powerful" warrior.

During the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament, an initial new champion was found from the ranks of humanity, named Hercule Satan, having won all eight consecutive matches of mutually acclaimed martial artists in each of his matches. Having used prowess the audience hasn't been familiar with in over a decade, the majority of the world had blindly assumed him to be Earth's hope during the Cell crisis, a few years later, in an event cruelly called, "The Cell Games," in which the evil creature hosted a mock Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament.

After the mysterious fighters vanished from the scene and Cell had been confirmed to have been killed, we all took Hercule's word on him being the victor of that fight. But that wasn't the case by far. Revealed within a match set up by billionaire X.S. Cash, this proved to be directly to the contrary of what Hercule spoke of his competition years ago and his own confidence in beating such entities like Cell. Proven in a completely one-sided battle between now confirmed World Martial Arts Champion, Vegeta, Hercule had been within the receiving end nearly the entire battle, and then through a fit of frustration and guilt, had confessed to him lying to the world of the fear they all so praised and worshiped him for.

With credibility crushed, Hercule's title was immediately removed and has been banned from Martial Arts Events effective immediately. Initial reports within the first few weeks hounded Mr. Satan and paparazzi hot on his trail as all funds were sapped from the formerly generous fans and supplied by the gracious government, it wasn't until his twelve year old daughter and accomplished black belt, Videl Satan, had begun to induce a certain level of fear into the reporters, that Hercule's actions have gone off the grid and interest of the public.

Will his name ever be redeemed? Could he ever be allowed to fight in competitions, or teach martial arts ever again? Only time will tell if this man who used deceit to gain glory will ever be allowed to preform for an audience again.

"Heh, good riddance I say!" Vegeta huffed, turning the pages a few times on the newspaper, not caring in the least that Hercule was practically on the streets. He was the last person on his mind as of late.

Flipping to the last page of his newspaper, he saw a vast array of silly drawn comics. Some had titles interpreting situations, scenarios and the like, rather than be recognizably titled comic series. One such image caught his eyes immediately, and caused his eyes to glare heatedly.

It was one composed of himself, with a comically blown up head, with broken teeth, black eyes, and bound in chains in the middle of the air by the noticeably grinning Herasian pirate gang, with Bojack rearing back a punch, with a speech bubble titled, "Some people, just don't know how to dodge..."

"Oh, HA-HA!" Vegeta yelled back at the paper, his fingers practically ripping the pages in half as he began to ball it all up, "let's see how funny you find it when I blow up your newspaper stands! Yeah, that's it! I'll go to your newspaper factory, float up above it, and BLOW IT TO HELL!"

As he threw the newspaper wad, it caught fire from the force he flung it, disintegrating before it struck the far wall of the family room. Crossing his arms, he barely acknowledged his wife entering the room, huffing with new found anger swelling in his chest.

"Now honey, I'd appreciate if you didn't needlessly cause property damage," Bulma sighed, putting her hands on her hips as she observed Vegeta's cross expression he bore on his face, "I already had to use my family's lawyers to keep the media and meddling fans alike from stampeding our front lawn, I don't need the police to be on my doorstep either."

"Why would I care about the police, Bulma, when the entirety of your pathetic Earthling government wouldn't be able to lay a finger on me?" Vegeta sighed, sideglancing his mate, rolling his eyes as he leaned back onto the couch.

"Well, I'd appreciate if you don't needlessly drag the family into whatever temper tantrum you'll throw over a silly article," Bulma shook her head, smiling knowingly about what he read. She already read the whole newspaper while working with her parents in the morning, so she knew what precisely would incur such a frustrated state, and what would bring a smile to him. Apparently, he chose to save the worse for last.

"Did they not SEE me destroy that dumb, brutish, arrogant piece of garbage? No! They couldn't! Cause they were cowering on the coast and docks as I laid to waste another good-for-nothing piece of scum underneath my boot," Vegeta hissed, his hands visibly tightening across his forearms, leaving red marks as he glared at the wall beyond his sight, "they diddled and drew up stupid effigies of the skewed truth and decided to mock me!"

"Its your fault for humiliating Mister Satan. You wouldn't get the attention that you have now, what stuff you can't avoid, and hope to not get mocked," Bulma shrugged as she walked over to her husband's side. She wouldn't make it far, as she was drawn to what was underneath Vegeta's feet, and appeared to be struggling.

"WHAT THE HELL, VEGETA?!" Bulma's voice shrieked with alarm, as she nearly jumped at the sight before her.

Blinking irritably, Vegeta looked down at what his wife was pointing at. Sure enough, just where he left him, his son was directly underneath his boots, pumping his little stubby arms up and down in what looked like push-ups, with his feet being weights on his small back.

Looking up at Bulma, he looked at her with feigned ignorance, "Is there a problem, woman?"

"Oh don't you woman me!" Bulma fumed, stamping her right foot, as her right hand pointed to Kid Trunks sweating form as he pumped his body up and down, with his father's feet propped on his back nonchalantly, "you're making my baby, your son, do push-ups with your feet on his back?!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, uncrossing his feet from the small Trunks' back, and picked up the sweating child by the back of his shirt. When fully brought up to eye level, parallel to his own head, he spoke in a dry tone towards Bulma, "Do you know how strong your son is, Bulma?"

"W-What?!" Bulma practically yelled incredulously at Vegeta's question, "of course I don't! He's just a child!"

"And yet, he's ten times stronger than any athlete you pitiful Earthlings have on this planet," Vegeta spoke matter-of-fact, before handing the surprisingly smiling little boy into Bulma's arms, "Trunks, please tell your mother what you've been doing the last several hours."

As Bulma received the sweating child, he looked up with an almost giddy expression on his face as he huffed and puffed, "Daddy 'ake me swtong!"

"I-I see...that's very nice of your father to spend some quality time with you," Bulma put on a forced smile, hugging her son into her bosom, as she fixated a heated glare at Vegeta.

His only response was a smirk, knowing he earned a victory in this particular squabble of theirs, even if she was displeased at the result.

"Well now that you've had such a thrilling work-out, how about you get cleaned up and go shopping with your mommy, huh? Won't that be fun?" Bulma bounced her son, earning a few giggles from him, as she doted over her son as she turned to leave Vegeta to his own devices.

Before she did, however, she turned to ask her husband from over her shoulder, "Vegeta, do you know what our Big Trunks is up to?"

"Oh, you mean tall and brooding?" Vegeta quipped as he placed his hands on his hips, nodding his head towards the wall, motioning outside, "he's teaching that Satan brat along with Gohan. Not sure if they're making any personal progress, I can tell you that much..."

"Huh," Bulma nodded, trying to gauge what Vegeta's offhanded comment meant, but decided to shrug it off for the moment. Right now she needed to get her hyperactive child away from his father and spend some time being normal. Living in a mansion with her parents living in a walk-in laboratory house and a bunch of teenagers training with their train-aholic father.

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"Hah...Hah...Hah...!" Videl panted, as she felt her young body straining and her nerves feel as if they were on fire. She was focusing on pushing her body to the limits, as she had been instructed to do within the last couple months.

It had been easy going the first month, just a little sparring and learning how to harness her energy. Once she got that handled, she was taught how to fly and use it for basic enhancement for her strikes and to extend her stamina's current stores to become much greater than before. But lately, she felt as if she was dying with each training session she took with the young teenagers, both seeming as if they were weighting themselves down by training alongside her. Her desire, her ability to catch onto the basics and learn things with such speed, and tenacity surprised the Saiyan-hybrids, but did nothing to impress herself.

She still had a long way to go, and she knew it to be painfully clear.

Now, she was doing one-finger push-ups, with Gohan doing them by her side to keep her accountable and to practice his form alongside her. She was on her last five hundredth but was barely holding her body upwards. The stunts of having to haul boulders on her back, run and fly laps around the city, and then come back to do more crunches, sit-ups, and now finger push-ups, she felt as if any training she had done as a black belt felt easy and lax in comparison. It was clear that they were on a whole other level when it came to their training.

"You're doing good, Videl," Gohan encouraged, a smile elapsed over his face as his eyes turned to meet her strained ones, holding his posture to perfectly mirror hers, "you got this. Just one more and that's five hundred for your second hand."

Bending down once more, Videl strained her body to stay upright and balanced as she bent down towards the ground, and with a mighty heave, pushed herself back upwards. Almost within an instant, Videl fell forward onto her backside with a comical thud, as she heaved heavily from her most recent work-out. Her face was flushed red and her hair was as matted with damp moisture as her white T-shirt was through the exercise she endured.

"I can't believe...you guys...do...this...hard...of a...work out," Videl spoke in exasperated breaths, as Gohan did a few more finger push-ups with ease, before flopping forward next to Videl, joining her side-by-side position.

"Yeah, it seems tough now, but I was put through a lot harder training when I was a lot younger," Gohan spoke with a brief bout of nostalgia, putting his arms behind his back as he looked up at the sky above him, "in fact, the Hyperbolic Time chamber was probably the 2nd hardest time I ever had when training with my dad. The hardest being with Vegeta and Trunks in the Gravity Chamber."

"Wh-What...is...a...Gravity...Chamber...?" Videl asked in between labored breaths, rolling her head to look at Gohan with curiosity.

"Ah, that's the machine that Mr. Briefs created. Its a device that allows the interior of space to increase the density of the atmosphere into gravity much higher than the Earth's," Gohan explained, his smile and eyes pointing in Videl's direction.

Videl's eyes nearly popped out of her head when hearing this, as she breathed out exasperatedly, "You...have a machine...that increases...gravity...?"

"And train in it too, for the last nine months personally for me," Gohan nodded with a smile on his face, as he sat upright and observed Videl twitch incredulously. Turning over his gaze to Trunks, "hey, Trunks, how much have you trained in the Gravity Chamber? Longer than me, or closer to how much Vegeta has?"

Trunks didn't respond.

His eyes were closed and his arms crossed over his chest, as he leaned against the spherical shaped machine in question, stoically quiet. He hadn't uttered a sound other than concentrated breathing. Trunks tapped his foot on the grass, almost with an impatient edge, showing a clear sign he was in deep thought rather than simply rendered unconscious.

It was then that Gohan began to realize that Trunks hadn't spoken more than a few words since their training started in the morning. Even when Videl joined them, he allowed Gohan to do most of the coaxing and drilling. With a concerned stare, Gohan cleared his throat, trying to get the older boy's attention.

When Trunks opened his eyes, and leaned off the retired capsule corps ship. With a fluid turn, a familiar challenging smirk donned on his face as his cool blue eyes met Gohan's with an unexpected zeal that glistened within them, "Hey Gohan, its been awhile since we've properly sparred one on one. Care to take Videl for a ride and have her watch us go at it?"

"Huh?" Gohan blinked with surprise at this sudden urge to fight. They were training with Vegeta almost five hours straight in the Gravity Chamber and spent time teaching Videl to break through her limits. What brought this up?

"Well, how about it?" Trunks asked, furthering the issue as his eyes knitted into a frown as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, "or has training this little tired you out already?"

"No, its not that," Gohan shook his head, briefly waving a hand in emphasis as he stood to his feet, analyzing the son of Vegeta's eyes as he inquired clearly, "its just something has been really off. Ever since the Tournament ended, it seemed you've been on more edge and you haven't been talking as much. I barely heard you even speak more than a sentence today-"

"Gohan, I'd love to have a shrink-talk another time, but I'm more interested in clearing the air," Trunks interrupted, as his glare met Gohan's eyes, "how much stronger I've become, and how strong, you are now."

An intense, awkward silence fell between the two. Ever since he had moved in with the Briefs, he had practically looked up to Trunks as an elder brother, someone to depend on and share his thoughts with. The fact that he was eager to test his mettle, and openly asked of it in a manner mirroring the attitude his father would do if he was facing him, or Goku.

Knowing he'd never find anything out unless he agreed, Gohan nodded to him, allowing an acknowledging grin cross his own face, "Yeah, sounds perfect. Its a lot more fun doing it when our lives aren't on the line anyways."

With a dark smile, Trunks' body became enraptured in a light white-blue aura, as he took to the air and waved to Gohan, "Follow me. I know the perfect spot to do this."

In an instant, Trunks took off like a rocket, flying high up into the atmosphere before flying straight north, leaving an erupting pocket of air to detonate in his wake as he picked up speed.

As Gohan squinted, his mind began to run calculations as to where Trunks could be headed. As the distance began to grow larger and larger, with Trunks not deviating from his movement straight north, his eyes closed and let out a sigh.

"What is it? Something wrong?" Videl asked, having regained her breath enough to allow her piqued curiosity to show. Standing up to her feet, she looked at the mutually aged teenager as he rubbed his chin in thought, "where does he want to fight?"

"Yeah, its probably best this way," Gohan spoke to no one in particular, earning a look of perplexity on Videl's face. As he shifted his gaze to her, he motioned her to hop onto his back, saying, "I'll make sure that you'r protected and warmed up when we arrive, but I don't want to keep Trunks waiting. With the mood he's in, I'm a bit worried he might do something irrational."

"Uh, okay," Videl spoke with slight hesitation, as she walked up to the slender and defined body of Gohan and wrapped her arms around his neck, with her legs around his waist. Unbeknownst to both, they sported a mutual blush of slight apprehension and embarrassment at the budding feelings building within their chests.

Shaking his head, Gohan enraptured an aura that engulfed Videl warmly, as he shot up into the air with a sudden burst and crackling sonic boom, as he followed Trunks to his chosen battleground.

If this is a sparring session, why couldn't he shake the feeling there was something more to Trunks' request than a simple exchange of fists?

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RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA! "Eat lead, fuzz!" Launch cried out, as she unloaded dozens of rounds per second from her large machine gun. The violent, ear-breaking shots sprayed an orange flame from the large muzzle, as tracer rounds mixed with visibly large slugs struck the incoming blaring vehicles straight onto their reinforced windshields and armored plating. Bullets rained atop the swerving topless jeep, as Launch continued to lay aggressive fire to deter the police chargers from making any more proximity to her and the loot.

They had been maneuvering in and out of traffic, going across sidewalks, and even through a construction zone to lose as many of their pursuers as possible. Despite how crazy driving Maron had been employing, they all seemed to be in one piece. Her blue hair flew to and fro, but still miraculously maintained a dreamy smooth shine to it, matching her red tank top and low cut jean shorts for their latest masquerade. She was glad that she could aid her friend in driving the getaway vehicle as well as she had.

To their chagrin, however, the Police was as tenacious as they were stubborn of pulling over.

However, a third passenger, had a different attitude towards this whole debacle of a situation. Swathed in a sleeveless white muscle shirt and a pair of blue jeans, with white tennis shoes . Despite all the crazy turns, bumps, and loud sounds occurring around him, the black shades remained on his scarred face, as he chewed a toothpick in his mouth to sate his irate disposition. A black, shoulder-studded jacket hung over his back, as he had his arms crossed over his chest, with his feet leaning on the folded passenger seat in front of him.

The scar-faced bandit finally shouted after the next turn, finally fed up with the situation at hand, "You know, when you told me that you and Maron wanted me to accompany you out on a date, this isn't exactly what I had in mind!"

"But this IS a good date, Yamcha!" Maron tried to emphasize by flashing a bright smile at Yamcha, as she jerked the jeep to and fro across the lanes of traffic-filled streets to evade the remaining cruisers hot on their trail.

"Robbing a Casino is one thing. Blatantly getting caught and having bullets pepper towards me isn't what I had in mind for a date," Yamcha rolled his eyes behind his shades, drawing a hand up to facepalm with exasperation, "I swear, as long as you hang out with Launch, all things go to Hell that is normalcy."

"If you wanted to be normal, you wouldn't be here, now would you?!" Launch retorted, as she finished the enormous clip on her gun, clicking it with frustration before throwing it at a cruiser, causing it to clang and shatter before being tossed, "that's it! I'm out of guns and out of ammo! Will you NOW lend a hand?!"

Yamcha sighed.

While he thoroughly enjoyed the company of his newfound girlfriend, he could do without the company of Tien's. He seriously thought she was extorting her gullibility to her own benefit for any diabolical scheme she had up her sleeves. And yet, something in his gut brought out the old Scar-faced bandit within him, back when before he met Goku. Something about the thrill of the chase and the hunt made him feel very young again, and feel very badass.

With this change of disposition, Yamcha raised his right hand up a hand, almost in comical emphasis towards Launch. Then, he summoned an orange sphere of energy within the palm of his hand, about the size of a tennis ball. With a nonchalant backwards toss, the ball sped towards the armored pursuing vehicles. Without even batting an eye to see, Yamcha began to move his hand in a series of blurring gestures, too fast for Launch or Maron to see, causing the ball to split into a dozen directions, and slam into the police cruisers with incredible force.

Before a few seconds had gone by, all of their police pursuers, piling up ontop of each other overturned or crashed into each other in a lopsided manner, as the jeep sped away to the city limits.

"Oh, Yammy-poo! That was incredible!" Maron spoke in a giddy tone, smiling back at Yamcha as she drove out of the city and towards the horizon.

"Yeah, babe," Yamcha chuckled to himself, flicking the toothpick in his mouth with a toothy grin, gleaming with cockiness, "I am awesome."

"If you're done gloating, we got to haul ass!" Launch chided Yamcha with a sigh, as she turned to sit down on the jeep seat.

Maron, however, batted her eyes with confusion, as her head turned to the side as she stared dumbly at Launch, "Are we going to steal donkeys now?"

With a dramatic sigh, Launch facepalmed with both of her hands, shaking her head, "What am I going to do with you, Maron?"

"Well, you could always treat me out for fast food? I'd love to get a bite to eat after all that excitement-EEP!" Maron started to ramble, before her face realigned to look where she was driving, causing her to squeal in terror. Slamming on the brakes, causing Launch to nearly slam her face into the back of her seat, and constricted Yamcha from the seatbelt that had been loosely tied around his waist.

When they came to a screeching halt, all three of them caught the sight of two bald men, standing with their hands on their hips or across the chests respectively. Tien, donned in his usual green martial art gear, along with Krillin in his orange gi. While Krillin sported a knowing smirk, Tien bore an irritated and assuming twitch as he saw the three that had halted but a few meters away from them.

Tien sighed, speaking dryly as unfolded his arms from over his massive bare chest, "You know, Launch, when you said you were spending time doing girly things, I didn't think you'd rope in Yamcha to do your dirty work."

"Right on time" Yamcha muttered with a hidden smirk, as he unbuckled and stepped out of the car, his black jacket flourishing around him as he ditched his shades in the car, before approaching Tien and Krillin, "I knew it was only a matter of time till one or both of you come and stop another of Launch's rampages. Is that why you're here?"

"Dende informed us that you were at the center of a lot of trouble," Krillin spoke with a humored tone, but cleared his voice, waving his arms in emphasis of the seriousness to the situation, "but honestly, were you starving attention THIS badly that you would get in trouble with the authorities?"

"Hardly," Yamcha chuckled, grasping the jacket on his shoulders and throwing it towards the jeep, revealing a sheathed sword on his left hip, having been concealed by the black leather folds of his nonchalant article of clothing, "I knew you'd show up on the outskirts so you could handle this your way, without attracting the press' attention. That's why I lured you two out here..."

"Lured?" Launch inquired from behind Yamcha. With sudden realization, Launch yelled at the Scar-faced bandit with an enraged look on her face, "you mean you came only to use our plan to lure THEM out, knowingly?!"

"Sorry, but it was kind of your fault for picking such a blatantly obvious target, Launch. Also, I did it to keep Maron from getting hurt, but enough about that," Yamcha spoke from over his shoulder, before he fixated a smile at Tien and Krillin, as he grasped the hilt of his sword, thumbing it out of the sheathe as he glared with a challenging look at Krillin and Tien, "its time we have ourselves a bit of a rematch, Krillin. Tien."

"B-Both of us?!" Krillin gaped at the inclination that his friend had, as he began to unsheathe his sword with a very serious glint in his eyes.

"Uh, Yamcha, I know you must feel bad at losing the Tournament in the first round, but we really shouldn't be doing this," Tien raised his hands, trying to calm the scar-faced bandit down.

"Enough talking!" Yamcha swung his blade to the side, its crescent shape and design familiar to him from his young days as a legitimate bandit, "I want to see which of us is the strongest! Whether its you, or Krillin, or me, I want it decided outside of a Tournament ring!"

Tien exchanged a glance with Krillin. They knew they couldn't get out of this, now that they riled up Yamcha, with sword drawn no less. The visible emphasis of the sword drawn was clear enough how serious he was in fighting them both, even if it was a bit ambitious.

"Alright," Tien slid his feet into his classic Crane Style stance, hooking his forefingers out towards Yamcha. Despite the circumstances, Tien couldn't help but hold a smile of anticipation on his face, having not fought his comrade seriously since the 22nd Martial Arts Tournament.

Krillin on the other hand, felt a bit of nervousness crawl up his spine. He never saw Yamcha act so seriously, not even during their fight in the Tournament. Krillin had to admit if it came down to a contest of close quarters and endurance, Yamcha could have gotten the upper hand. But now, were these past three months any different from the year that he spent with them?

As Yamcha leaped towards them, he began to understand why Yamcha wanted this battle more than anything. This was a test of his own resolve to push forward, as much as it was a rematch against the two human warriors who bested him in the past.

The bald dwarf could only hope they wouldn't take things too far...

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It only took less than a half hour, surprisingly, to Videl, to reach their destination.

They flew over cities, small outposts, mountain peaks, and entire valleys filled with prairie grass. Throughout it all, Videl couldn't help but gape at the wondrous view she had from Gohan's flying backside. It felt as if she had a hint of freedom she couldn't imagine, flying without any form of metal contraption holding her tight and secure. The moment she flew was almost as fulfilling and majestic as compared to be being bathed in the gentle, warm aura that Gohan kept bathing the both of them as they flew north.

However, it was blissfully short ride, as they soon came upon the polar ice caps of the North Pole. Videl was thankful that she was riding with Gohan, cause she knew she would've felt the blistering winds that blew past them at the altitude they flew at. It wouldn't take her or Gohan long for them to spot Trunks, having chosen to land at a wide cap of ice that was walled off in a semi-circle of icebergs, while the rest was open to a shattered, ice-covered ocean of Artic water.

"Hey, Videl," Gohan stopped his movement to a crawl, as he spoke quietly, "I want you to stay away from the fight Trunks and I are going to have. Its going to be rough, and I can't guarantee we're going to hold back enough for you not to be hit by-"

"Yeah, I get you," Videl spoke in an annoyed tone, wanting to watch the fight already that was about to unfold. She knew it would eclipse any of the fight she watched from the lousy protection of a viewing box and a large TV screen. But one still concerned her, one she wasn't hesitant in asking Gohan, "but how am I not suppose to catch hypothermia by sitting still? I'm seriously too exhausted for me to even try and use my own Ki to warm by body..."

"Then take some of mine," Gohan spoke with a smile, as he slipped out of Videl's hold long enough to hold both of her hands. While she momentarily yelped with shock, what came next silenced her surprise. She was flying, but she wasn't doing it out of will. Looking across, she saw Gohan holding her hands while embroiled in a bright aura of blue-white energy, funneling a good portion of it into Videl's body, using her entwined hands as a medium.

Videl was shocked. She had never felt so...warm...or lack of a better term, powerful. An aura of blue-white energy coated her, causing her pigtails to flourish in sync with her clothing, bristling with controlled intensity. She knew it would wear off within time, but she knew now that all previous exhaustion she had melted away, as well as the slight chill she would've had should she had kept unprotected against the fierce elements.

"Its not much, but I'm pretty sure it will be enough to protect you from the shockwaves and the elements. You're quick enough to get out of the way should things get out of the way with ease," Gohan spoke with a sincere smile of confidence in Videl, as he let his hands go of hers. His aura died down, and waved to her briefly, before he rocketed down to the surface where his waiting opponent stood.

"Good luck, Gohan," Videl spoke softly, as an anticipating smile crossed her lips, as she lowered herself a good five hundred meters. The elevation gave her a perfect view while also not being entirely too close to their battle. Gohan was probably exaggerating about there being an intense battle, right?

As Gohan landed with a soft tap, Trunks unfolded his arms, as he acknowledged Gohan's arrival, "Took you long enough."

"Sorry," Gohan apologized meekly, scratching the back of his head as he smiled at Trunks, "it just occurred to me that we actually never had a real battle before. So I was a little nervous on how I am to arrange my strategy in facing you. Hence my lateness."

"Heh," Trunks smirked, "well, at least you're still honest. Its something I always appreciated about you."

"And you've never hesitated in taking the time to be there for me, even through all the brutal training that your dad put us through," Gohan spoke with admittance. He smiling widely at the friendship he had continued to build with the future counterpart of Vegeta's son, "I couldn't have become as strong as I have without you, Trunks!"

With that, Trunks' smile dropped, and the eerily sense of seriousness came about him once again.

Sliding his feet back with his arms reared back, his body began charging up his power. He growled and ground his teeth against each other, as his muscles bulged, sporting protruding veins of physical effort. Within seconds, his eyes shifted from onyx to emerald, his hair from violet-silver to outstretched blonde, and his slender form expanded exponentially. With a final roar, he became engulfed in the aura of an Ascended Super Saiyan, cracking the entirety of the icy landscape, sending fissures of steam from the underlying boiling water that had been heated by his transformation.

Gohan followed suit, but did so with a lot more finite control. Stretching his fists out towards Trunks' direction, as if prepping an attack, he inhaled a deep breath, readying himself to plunge himself into the wellspring of incredible power lying deep within his core. Then, he pulled his arms back, releasing a sudden blast of golden energy that sent his forward bangs upwards along with the rest of his hair into spiky, crackling intensity. With a loud Kiai, his transformation into his Full-Powered Super Saiyan form shattered the rest of the ice-layered ground beneath them, sending the surface of the boiling water that simmered underneath to blast upwards in a large geyser of hot steam.

Videl yelped as the steam doused her, causing her hands to cover her eyes, fearing she would be scalded. But, just as Gohan promised, the aura held firm and was affected very little by the force of the super-heated moisture. As she lowered her hands to see what unfolded, she saw two golden aura-covered warriors, in the bodies of teenagers, staring down at each other as they hovered over the steaming Arctic water beneath their feet.

With a gulp of nervousness and anticipation, she knew that the battle about to be unfolded was going to be one worth watching every second.

---

"1,000 Push-ups, 1,000 Squats, 1,000 Crunches, 1,000 Sit-ups, and 1,000 Knee-bends. Good, now to start on some punches and kicks," Vegeta mentally checked off, as he sat up into a squatted stance within the Gravity Chamber, bathed in his own Super Saiyan aura.

Deciding to leap to the Gravity Chamber the moment the "kids" were done hanging around. While he was curious why they decided to head so far away, Vegeta quite frankly didn't care. If they wanted to spend some time training away from him, it gave him all the more opportunity to improve himself while they weren't looking. Not like he tried hiding his level of strength, he just rather hide some of his reserved power in the event he wanted to challenge them in the near future.

After all, with no sign of declining desire for Tournaments by the public, he couldn't help but feel obligated to at least see what the 1st Class Tournament would be like, whenever it starts.

Looking at the controls from a few meters away, he noted the reading for it to be 900 times Earth's gravity. While it could be a tremendous burden for his base form, it was a nice bit of tension and restriction to push on his Super Saiyan form.

With a sigh, Vegeta began to fire off a flurry of punches in the air, feeling sweat bead down his muscular form. Clad only in his muscle t-shirt and slacks with his standard gloves and boots, Vegeta felt comfortable in continuing his routine for the next couple hours.

But something bothered him.

His eyes widened, as if he felt a sudden proximate signature of energy nearby. Slowly, he retracted his arms and stood upwards, he looked over at a nearby window to the outside. Walking slowly and purposely, his face finally reached the glass, allowing his eyes to squint at the outdoors. It was, strange, that he couldn't see a thing wrong outside, yet he felt a distinct sensation that something was out there. When he felt the powers of Trunks and Gohan spike off into the horizon in a similar direction, he closed his eyes and let out a breathy sigh of relief.

Turning his back, he muttered aloud, "Must have been my imagination..."

Little did Vegeta know, that his hardened stare was returned by a mysterious one.

---

"He...looked at me..." Spoke a tone of trepidation and bashfulness, coming from the other side of the Gravity Chamber.

Wrapped in a field of transparency, making the figure nigh invisible, perfectly cloaked and hovering but a meter away from the porthole window of the Gravity Chamber's exterior. What lied underneath the transparency was a young woman, blushing heatedly from the intense, captivating stare that the Prince of all Saiyans had locked onto her widened, shocked red irises. While deftly hidden, she had allowed a bit of unintentional Ki to leak out and had caused the man to be alarmed by it.

Thankfully, other forces diminished her presence entirely, allowing her to keep watching uninterrupted. At least, for a few moments...

"Sky, report!" The familiar voice of Trench rang in her ear.

Backing away from the bubble shaped machine, the said agent Sky began to relay her report, albeit impatiently, "WHAT?! I'M BUSY HERE!"

"You are viewing the target of interest instead of gazing at the clouds, aren't you, Sky?" Trench questioned over the line with dubiousness.

"Uh...yes...um...no, I..." Sky stammered, twiddling her fingers in trying to think of a way to respond.

A third voice broke in, however, speaking in a sporadic tone, "Maybe she's trying to figure out a way to be watching the target AND be cloud gazing! Or...wait, what if she IS doing both?!"

"Alright Void and Trench, what do you jerks want!" Sky huffed with impatience and irritation.

"In case you two haven't caught wind of any interesting, I wanted to inform you that the two power fluxes due North originated in the North Pole. I'm currently watching the targets of interest, Trunks Briefs and Son Gohan, preform a manner of sparring. Apparently they are letting off stream, both figuratively and literally," Trench relayed audibly.

"You don't say! Well I'm watching this Yamcha-dude taking on the two bald guys with a sword! Its actually quite entertaining, I'm pretty sure he's using the dwarf like a bowling ball to hit the bowling pin try-clops guy. Anyways, its fun as Hell here! Maybe not for the guys getting beaten up, but moreover for me watching, hehe!" Void responded ecstatically.

"Probably some sort of grudge match or another mutual sparring session to work off nerves. Keep tabs on them and see what changes might come up. In the meantime I'll make sure to log down anything with the two Super Saiyans here," Trench spoke with finality, the smooth composed tone.

"Right! And I'll make sure to stay here and survey this gorgeous hunk sweat bullets in his training room!" Sky squealed with delight. It then just occurred to her that an awkward silence just ensued, causing her to whisper in the comm, "did I say that out loud?"

"If it wasn't, then I must have the unfortunate ability to read your mind...no wonder I'm often left in a state of boredom, HAHAHAHAHA!" Void cackled ecstatically on the other line.

"Oh shut up, Void, Void, and most certainly you, Void!" Sky retorted with a irritated tone, pouting her lips as she spoke.

"She actually got it right for once...NO! Shut up you, that was totally rude...even if it did sound well put, NO! You're not in this conversa-KRK!" Void began to rant, before being abruptly cut off the comm link, forcefully, by Trench.

"Don't lose sight of the true purpose of your objective, Sky. You were tasked specifically because your specialty of close-quarters reconnaissance and infiltration. Remember why the Inner Circle deemed you suitable for watching a perceptive individual such as Vegeta," Trench spoke in a firm tone, trying to instill the objective into his air-headed squad member.

"Are...are you sure we can't try to make him join us?" Sky began to inquire, sounding a bit hesitant at first, but continued to press the issue, "He's really strong a-a-and if someone like the Voids can join us, why not him?"

"If you had done your homework of his background like I told you to, Sky, then you would already know the answer to that question," Trench spoke in a smooth, slightly annoyed tone, as he answered her, "Vegeta is a narcissistic, ego-driven, independent Pure-blooded Saiyan, having been brought up as a child in royalty. It was a miracle that he managed to find a reason to settle down, let alone feel a drive to protect the Earth. But joining an organization like us? Doubtful. Even if he were, he'd only do so in hopes of destroying us all entirely. He's not one to be trusted with this kind work that we do. You'd do well to remember that, Sky."

"Yes, Trench. I...understand. Sky, out," Sky cut the link, sighing in aftermath as she did so. Floating back over to stare into the Gravity Chamber's interior, she saw Vegeta still throwing a vast array of complex punches and kicks, each of them with incredible speed and power.

With a smile, she nodded her head with her next response, as she stared at the Saiyan prince, "He sure is strong, though..."

---

"Wow, look at them go! Its like they're doing ballet...with fists and swords, that is, nyahaha!" Void shouted aloud, being a good half mile away from the current brawl happening on the outskirts of town, practically abandoned at this point with all the chaos that had ensued within the city.

The Inner Circle agent in question, Void, was currently seated on the edge of a rooftop, resting his body within the shadows on a folding chair. Using binoculars to get a clear view, while relying on senses to understand what was happening, Void had the perfect perch to rely on in order to follow the movements and the ongoing battle.

"You know, it might be a good idea to take memos and jot down notes. After all, we are supposed to observe any changes in behavior, as well as changes in battle power," A voice of his own rattled within his mind, seeming to be one of reason and understanding.

"OR we could totally go in there and BEAT their asses! It wouldn't be hard, would it?!" Another voice crowed with an insane glee to it, being more high pitched and unstable.

But when Void spoke, he spoke aloud to the other two voices in his head as he watched the battle occurring in the distance, "Nah, then Trench would chew my ass. And when I mean MY ass, it would be YOUR asses too, dumbasses! After all, its not really interesting to go in and fight guys of a low caliber..."

"Didn't you read the report on these guys? They showed considerable strength during the Tournament, beyond the levels they had previously displayed in the past. We shouldn't think lightly of them..."

"Or, we can completely ignore them and just stare off into empty space...wait, that's freaking boring! Maybe we really are reading Sky's mind?!"

"Just pipe down, I'm trying to watch the fight!" Void spoke as he zoomed out his binoculars enough to get a considerable view of the three combatants.

---

For Tien, it was an incredibly difficult battle. He had no idea that Yamcha could use swords this well, nor knew him rely on it so well. Not once had he used his spare hand or feet other than to maneuver or grapple him to give the larger man a good throw. Sporting a good few scratches, he rationalized that Yamcha hadn't been skilled enough to make his sword do real damage, otherwise he would find deep gashes all across his body, instead of the scathing bruises and marks peppering his muscular tank of a form.

Respectively, Tien found himself with a few light gashes and bruises, unable to fully adapt to Yamcha's new strategy fully. Even though they were just warming up, he failed at trying to even make a dent in the sword, blade or hilt. It looked like something he worked on himself, or had replicated specially from his early days. He knew if he tried to use energy to break it, Yamcha would heighten the blade's edge indefinitely, making it a no-win situation.

Raising his blade while exercising good posture, Yamcha smiled confidently towards his two comrades, finally feeling as if he had a defining edge over the two of them. Even if it wasn't martial arts, it was clear that Tien and Krillin had little to no experience against weapon users. The material he had forged was specially crafted to withstand incredible pressure, further enhanced by using his energy.

"Ready to give up yet, guys?" Yamcha asked with a smirk on his face, raising his blade to bear on the two human warriors, causing its edge to glimmer fantastically from the High Noon's sunlight.

"You kidding me? At this level, these injuries could pile on. At the very least, they're becoming very annoying!" Krillin spoke incredulously, before launching himself in a series of high sped dashes, intending on outflanking Yamcha and catching him outside his sword's reach.

Yamcha countered a forward thrusting punch by backpedaling, then returning back forward with his sword held back. When it swung down, Krillin almost confused it to be the paw of an enormous wolf, enrapturing Yamcha, summoned by his own Will.

"Wolf Claw!" Yamcha shouted out as his blade came down, simultaneously slashing Krillin's durable chest three times, causing him to skid back from the force of the impacts.

"Augh, dang it! I can't seem to touch him with that sword extending his reach farther than mine," Krillin grimaced, as he felt his heels skid a good few meters, causing him to wince at the force of the impacts. He looked up and saw a brief glimmer of seriousness in Yamcha's eyes, before it disappeared with a cheerful one. Baffled by this, Krillin couldn't bring himself to counterattack, not without having a game plan that worked other than powering up.

"Keep it up, Yammy-poo!" Maron shouted with a cheery tone, waving at Yamcha with a smile that the Scar-faced bandit returned with a twinkling grin.

This sparked a furious outburst from the blonde friend to her left, now occupying the passenger seat with her.

"TIEN! I swear that I will beat you to the ground if you lose!" Launch shouts from the jeep, having partaken unwittingly in being on the sidelines. Watching the fight ate her up, and caused her to grind her molars together in frustration at seeing Tien being backhanded so casually by Yamcha of all people, "weren't you the one who broke his leg?! What happened to being a superior fighter than him, huh?!"

"I know, I know already!" Tien shouted back at Launch, trying to quell his girlfriend's impatience. Settling down into his stance, he observed how hesitant Krillin was in continuing. He knew this was far from a power battle, but the sparring was certainly intense, even for them. As all three of his eyes settled onto Yamcha's form, he saw it switch to a passive one, with both hands holding the handle, awaiting Tien's next move.

"Alright, Yamcha, let's see how you like this!" Tien announced, as he crossed his arms in front of himself. Within a few seconds, Tien began to divide into five bodies, one main one and the four others being identical to himself. With a collective chuckle, Tien braced himself for a brief moment, before rushing forth at Yamcha with a plan already in mind.

Yamcha's eyes glowed blue, as his body suddenly engulfed with vibrant Ki, an instant before Tien's bodies reached the halfway mark.

"Kaio-ken...TIMES-!" Tien began to say, before his collective gaze caught sight of Yamcha's dashing form. Seemingly flying towards them, the Scar-faced swordsman began projecting a visage of a hungry pack of wolves, all of them leaping at each of the clones at once. This left Tien at a loss for words as he began igniting his Kaio-ken across each body a fraction of a second too late.

"Wolf Pack Barrage!" Yamcha howled out, as he landed behind Tien. Upon his feet touching the ground, it seemed his body had accelerated fast enough to strike each of the bodies Tien had, including his real one.

Tien felt himself get up with an additional series of angry welts mark his chest and shoulders, as his copies dispersed into energy, leaving him alone and frustrated at himself. When did Yamcha get so good at fighting, let alone swordsmanship?!

Then, Yamcha did something neither of them suspected.

With a deliberate sigh, Yamcha turned to regard each of his opponents, before stabbing his sword into the ground. With himself disarmed, Yamcha turned to stand before his two friends with his fists clenched, smiling as he declared, "Alright, enough messing around! Time to get serious!"

Almost falling onto his face, Krillin, stumbled forth and looked at his friend incredulously, "What?! What do you mean you weren't fighting seriously?!"

"Exactly what it sounds like," Yamcha spoke seriously, cracking his knuckles as he rolled his neck back side to side, "you didn't think I'd use a sword to fight you guys for real? You'd both get hurt pretty bad..."

"Okay, this is a new low, even for us," Tien quipped dryly, as he twitched irritably at the realization of the fact Yamcha was legitimately stronger, sword or not, than the two of them combined.

"Yeah, imagine how I felt when I came back to the land of the living and was considered trash for the wayside?" Yamcha spoke back seriously, walking past Tien and Krillin to look to the horizon, just a few meters away from the jeep, "Imagine the helplessness I felt when you guys were still capable of helping the titans our friends and allies have become. I was fodder, less than significant. Then, Goku died, and he told us something that made everything clear," turning back he looked at Tien and Krillin equally, "Goku entrusted all of us to protect Earth, not just Vegeta or Gohan, but me as well. That's what led me to go train with you and enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and keep picking myself up every time I fell. Its what's still driving me to move forward, even if I'm considered low and inept in growth as you guys are."

"Well, when it comes to building up energy, you aren't the best at it, Yamcha. Its not a bad thing to be the weakest of the group, as long as you're participating," Krillin tried to reason with Yamcha, waving his hands in emphasis.

"I'm a martial artist, Krillin, not a bystander. I don't appreciate being chided about my strength being lower than everyone else. It goes against my pride as a fighter, and the confidence I have established for years as a warrior. The fact that you were named a 2nd Class fighter along with Tien, isn't helping me be convinced that I needed to change either," Yamcha growled towards Krillin, holding up a fist in emphasis of his frustration of the treatment he was getting.

"Is that what this whole fight is about?! Is that why you decided to train so much?" Tien began to ask incredulously, before he shook his head, re-diverting the topic slightly, pointing his hand at the stabbed crescent sword in the ground, "How did you acquire the nerve to use swordsmanship this well in just three months, Yamcha?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that Maron over there is the one who taught me?" Yamcha asked with a sudden smile on his face, as he gestured to his cheerfully smiling girlfriend, sitting on her knees as she stared dreamily at her boyfriend.

"Ah, seriously, Yamcha, who taught you?" Krillin inquired, lightly chuckling at the thought of the ditsy girl who was friends with a bipolar girl had that kind of knowledge.

"Really, after all this time, you couldn't catch on?" Yamcha asked with curiosity, as he arched a brow. After he got a dumbfounded response, Yamcha grinned wryly, as he thumbed back towards Maron, "she's the reason why I'm as strong as I am these past three months. Launch may be a maniac with guns and committing heists, but Maron is crazy good when it comes to swords and everything swordsmanship."

"S-Seriously?!" Tien gawked at Yamcha, trying to fathom how a manipulated girl like Maron could ever be that strong. He blinked, only making brief contact with Launch, who just shrugged and rolled her eyes, telling him all he needed to know about the truth. Maron smiled innocently, not bothering on commenting as she kept staring at her muscular, handsome boyfriend, and kept thinking of what they'd do later today.

"It gave me the edge, and the desire to become stronger. Its the one thing that allowed me to attain a power far greater than what even King Kai taught us. The power to tap into the world around me, and make it an extension of myself, just as the sword became my own extension. I now...will become...the blade!" Yamcha spoke with dramatic flare, as he pulled his arms back, gritting his teeth as he began powering up.

As he did, Tien and Krillin's footing began to waver, as the whole ground began to shake, as a familiar sensation began to tingle from their skin while standing so closer to Yamcha. They couldn't put their finger what it was, but it almost felt like being proximate to a priming Spirit Bomb!

"GRRRRRRRR! NNNNNNNNNGH! HRRRRRRRRRRR!" Yamcha growled out, as his body ignited into a pure white aura, that began crackling with intense bio-electricity. It arced out fantastically, cracking the ground, but not indenting it, even as enormous pressure weighed within the atmosphere from Yamcha's growing power that seemed to climb higher and higher.

"W-What the heck is this?!" Launch shouting out, being at the center of the unveiling of such incredible power, something she never felt privileged to witness up close until now. Her eyes widened, and her hair billowed out along with Maron's.

"Ohhhhhh, he's glowing again!" Maron clapped her hands excitedly, excited to see Yamcha's light show in action and up close, even as the jeep buckled and skid back from the force of the rising power surge.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Yamcha roared out, his body becoming fully covered with a white light, as the sound of a wolf howling in excess of the shockwave shook the air and pushed Tien and Krillin back a good dozen meters from the burst of light.

Within the aftermath, Tien's eyes winced and twitched with shock and awe, never before feeling such strength from Yamcha before, nor ever imagining it!

"Hey...Tien," Krillin quivered out, as he shook under the weight of such enormous power being projected from their Scar-faced Bandit.

"Yeah?" Tien responded to his mutually bald friend without batting an eye to his direction.

"You saw that, didn't you?!" Krillin asked incredulously.

"I FELT that, Krillin!" Tien responded dryly, trying to get over the enormity of the situation at hand.

As Yamcha was at the epicenter of a brilliant arc of white aura of vibrant, thrumming energy as electricity coiled up and about his body. He couldn't help but smile as he spoke aloud in a calm, confident manner, "This is my personal technique, Okami-ken. Want to test its limits on me, Krillin, Tien?"

---

A few minutes ago...

Trench observed the ensuing Super Saiyan battle from his spot on a distant iceberg peak. Standing perfectly erect, Trench's dark enraptured being flourished within the high altitude induced winds, as glimmering red eyes were hidden by opaque black shades. With smooth combed hair flowing over the back of his scalp, giving him a butch flair to it, it matched perfectly with the fair complexion flowing down his handsome, angular jawline and visage. Standing at nearly six feet tall, he was completely enraptured by a tall collared, black trench coat. With hands covered in black leather gloves, and black slacks and a shirt underneath, if anyone had been observant, they would see him as the black speck on a blue-white tower of ice.

But neither the Super Saiyans, nor the human girl observing their fight, would ever take notice what lied in the horizon. Their focuses were lying within the situation at hand, and the competition that gradually became more and more intense.

Reaching up to his ear, he had finished his debriefing just as the Super Saiyans began clashing head-on, making some last moment notes for later analyzing.

"Note: Targets of Interest, Son Gohan and Trunks Briefs, are currently in battle. At first, conflict could be seen as a bout of nostalgia and stress reliever. However, based on my analysis of the battle's ignition, it appears to be more of a battle of conviction. Personality shifts should be acknowledged post battle's end. Continuing analysis now..."

---

What Videl saw was amazing.

Trunks' fist meeting Gohan's caused the ocean to billow underneath them, and send a bristling shockwave that rattled the icebergs surrounding their chosen battlefield. The wind was so intense, Videl felt herself flung a good fifteen meters upwards from the impact site, as a brilliant flash of golden light elapsed over the entirety of a good mile.

Once she blinked through the blinding light, she already was losing track of them.

Through a flurry of super-sped movements, Trunks and Gohan moved much faster than what she could keep up with. Even bathed with the empowering aura of energy given by Gohan, she could barely see a shimmering flicker more than an instant of Gohan and Trunks trading fists and feet in their intense struggle. At times, she would be unintentionally right next to their rapid exchange of fists, as they punctured the air, and produced powerful thunderclaps in excess of their golden cracks of physical strikes parrying off each other.

This cacophony of overlapping blasts of light, expansions of pierced air pressure, and shimmering movements of superhuman speed seemed to go on for nearly a whole solid minute.

Then, one punch managed to connect...

CRACK! A right hook issued by Gohan into Trunks' chest, causing his body to lurch momentarily, before flowing back within the wake of a ballooning expansion of rippling air pressure. Even as Gohan began to pursue, however, he his hands were already making nearly a dozen hand gestures, intricately weaving Ki within his arms to form the plasma he desired.

"BURNING ATTACK!" Trunks shouted out, as a blazing ball of orange-yellow plasma launched from his hands, rushing towards Gohan's rapidly closing form.

With no way to properly evade the mutually swift ball of fiery energy, Gohan struck out his right hand and thrust out a discharge of Kiai from the palm of his hand. Causing the energy to distend and bounce slightly backwards, it allowed out him to swing his other hand to discharge a golden orb of Ki to bounce it towards the horizon, allowing it to explode within the distance magnificently.

The moment of respite and counter was all that Trunks desired.

Rebounding his rapidly flying body with a Kiai with his own, he ducked down beneath the repelling blast he had formed, and sped towards the space directly underneath his opponent. Within a discharge of golden energy around his body, Trunks grabbed Gohan's ankles and flew forth with such speed that they both shimmered out of view from their observer.

Reappearing instantly above a iceberg, Trunks flipped forward with incredible momentum, he struck Gohan's small backside on top of its peak, releasing him within the wake of the shattering construct of compressed and frozen water. The excess shockwave produced by the impact of young Super Saiyan striking the arctic water below, caused an immense blast of water to arise.

"I'm not finished yet!" Trunks spoke aloud with ruthless tenacity, as he sped his body down into the ocean below with a small blast of golden light meeting the water's surface.

Within seconds, a new crescendo of voluminous strikes occurred underneath the water. Each time a strike had connected, a golden flash of light shined underneath the arctic ocean, before geysers of steaming vapor blew up, with enough force to shatter the nearest proximate icebergs. Videl trembled at the sight of it, as the geysers and ballooning expansions of exploding moisture occurred rapidly, each one being farther than the last one, or happening within swift repetition and close clusters with each other.

As the blasts of moisture began to fall, lukewarm rain began to descend upon the open sky, lightly peppering the teenage girl's glowing skin. She couldn't help but shiver and gulp at seeing the enormity of such attacks happening around her.

KRAK-WHOOSH! Within an instant, both beings rocketed up out of the water within a pair of golden streaks. Painting the sky almost like a pair of yellow trailing comets, they finally halted a dozen meters behind Videl, allowing their auras to simmer to normalcy.

What Videl saw surprised her.

Despite being bathed in a protective light, it was clear they both had suffered battle damage while being underwater. Trunks' jacket had been torn and singed, while his shirt had been shredded to almost non-recognition, matching a few tears within his jeans. Blood dripped down his lip and off his chin, but apart from that, he only sported a few bruises and scrapes from the vibrant encounters he had with Gohan.

Likewise, Gohan's own mouth dribbled a faint trail of blood, as his body was pock-marked with tearing, bruises, and scrapes from the intense fight they were having. The intensity shared between their eyes and a pair of grim, concentrated stares projected back and forth. It clearly appeared as if the battle had taken a darker turn, and some underlying purpose was made within Trunks' challenge to Gohan.

Then, they all felt some mysterious and mind-numbing power build up in the distance.

Snapping out of their intense state of minds, Trunks and Gohan both looked south, knowing the signature well enough to distinguish who it came from. But the properties, and the height of which it escalated, surprised them like a meteor spawning within the sky.

"Wh-What is this I'm feeling?!" Videl asked, feeling all her nerves tingle, as if her body was becoming alight and connected to the source of escalating power.

"Wow...this is almost like what it felt to be near dad's Spirit Bomb!" Gohan remarked, his eyes twinkling with shock while his mouth opened with a smile, almost within congratulations.

"Seems like everyone's stepping up their A-game in order to catch up with us," Trunks remarks with a faint smile, before turning back to scowl with intensity towards Gohan, "seems like we still got a little bit of extra fight in both of us. Willing to take this up to the next notch?"

"Trunks, I don't think that we should-" Gohan began, before Trunks hands clapped together, signifying his moment to power up. Before Gohan could say anything, Trunks began to howl out with a borderline guttural cry, as his body began to forcefully expand in mass and height. Muscles began to bulge underneath his clothes, further ripping his shirt off and causing tears in his jeans, with a powerful climb of power and a crackling aura in his wake.

Seeing Videl being pushed back by the blistering winds Trunks' right flank was causing, he immediately turned his body to put himself in between her and Trunks' expanding aura. With a brief whisper to Videl to cover her ears, Gohan inhaled deeply, before a guttural scream emitted a loud Kiai as well, forming a frontal blast of expanding energy simultaneously as Trunks did.

Blasting away the violent ricochet of bio-electric tendrils with the massive force he exuded, Gohan's body sprung to life his own aura of crackling bio-electricity over his golden aura that thrummed powerfully. His hair standing more on end, and his body standing stalwartly in between Videl's shimmering light aura and Trunks' massive one, he glared towards Trunks with readiness.

"This won't end well, Trunks. Power down, or I'll make you," Gohan spoke with a commanding tone, not joking in the slightest about Trunks reckless surge of powering up so close to Videl.

"Can't do that, Gohan!" Trunks spoke with a glare focused on him, as he pointed a massive arm at his friend and surrogate brother, shouting out with resolve, "I have to know just how far I can push myself! I need to know...just how strong I am!"

With hesitance, Gohan stepped forward and held out his arms in readiness, knowing he couldn't hold back much against Trunks' massive power. He'd have to end this quick, whether Trunks wanted it or not...and get to the bottom of Trunks' motivation for this dangerous sparring game they created.

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KRAK-KOOM! "Continuous Kaio-ken!" Tien and Krillin respectively shouted, igniting themselves to the point of where blazing auras of red light broke the ground beneath them, and sent massive pressurized gales of wind from their beings. They could comfortably raise their levels of strength and keep it for a good duration within this form of power, but they still felt they could go higher.

Contrastingly, while Krillin felt nothing but trepidation in facing Yamcha's new form of strength, Tien felt nothing but excitement. He was willing to spend a few days in the hospital if it meant if he could test his limits against this new Yamcha, and this so-called Okami-ken. Despite that, however, he felt an unnerving sensation being around him. It felt as if every sense of his tingled just being near him. He could only gather that Yamcha had been harnessing his energy from elsewhere, rather than force his body to bring it to the surface. Despite its appearance, he only felt tranquility emanating from him, rather than an aura of rage or controlled anger.

"Let's go guys! I don't got all day!" Yamcha spoke with readiness, placing one foot behind the other, while holding his fists in preparation of his friends imminent attack.

And with that, the two Kaio-ken users charged as one, leaving a trail of crimson light in their wake before their extended fists stretched out to hit Yamcha's body. However, to their surprise, they'd find themselves striking nothing but an afterimage, as the scar-faced bandit disappeared into thin air.

When Yamcha would reappear, his elbows would mutually reverse strike the two warriors's backsides, causing them to stumble head over heels across the ground and into a distant hillside. Within an explosion of earth, Krillin and Tien would look to each other with blatant disbelief. They couldn't even sense Yamcha's movements!

"W-WHAT THE HELL?!" Launch uttered aloud, feeling the shockwave comically spin the car, before Maron applied the emergency brake deftly, keeping them from flipping over on the grassy side of the road.

"It seems Yamcha has finally become the extension of his own Will," Maron spoke sagely, a rare moment that caused her blonde friend to stare at her in query, even as the blue haired girl smiled proudly towards Yamcha as he renewed his fight with his two opponents, "his Will to fight has finally been caught up by his body. He can now fight exactly how he feels."

When Yamcha was upon them, a flurry of fists and kicks were extended, dazzlingly raining a barrage of strikes that neither of the bald warriors could keep up with. Crackling energy sparked from each connection of one blazing aura enraptured fist, elbow, foot, or knee into the crimson fiery ones of the two contenders, now on the receiving end.

"Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha ended by striking them both in the midsections with palm heel strikes, blasting them with blazing blue energy within an excess of air-popping force, causing them both to bend over and spit out wads of saliva, as the breath left their lungs.

Tien and Krillin knew they had to turn this around, or they could very well be defeated before the fight even began. But even as the two of them moved their hands in a splayed position over their faces, they would find them grappled and plowed into the earth, diminishing the efficiency of the blinding light they were about to preform.

As Yamcha released their heads, he could already see bruises form from the small amount of time they've been battling and their Kaio-ken auras flickered despite how intently they tried to keep up their levels of power. Sadly, due to the large gap of power difference between the two of them in comparison to himself, it was clear that this wasn't a battle that they could fight on equal terms. Yet...

"Guys, let's be real here," Yamcha spoke lowly, as he relaxed his posture, but didn't let his guard down, his aura still crackling with intensity and brilliance as he smiled, "my power is as strong as Goku's when he fought Cell. And unlike Kaio-ken, I'm not weighed by such a shackled time limit. I know now at this point, even if you went to maximum, you'd only give me a hard time for a minute or two."

"Yeah...okay...sounds good," Krillin says with relief, almost immediately releasing the red aura around him, as he began to pant with his hands on his knees.

With more grace, Tien sighed a large exhale as his own aura of Kaio-ken died down. Truly, now that he thought about it, he rather just admit defeat now, than doing so later on the hospital bed. He'd rather be standing up to Launch's lecture, rather than taking it in bed. With a smile of acknowledgement, Tien placed his hands on his hips with a look of admonishing crossing his three eyes, as Yamcha disengaged his own aura of power.

"Gotta say, Yamcha. I never knew you could be this strong. I guess being motivated by a girl can bring the best out of you, huh?" Tien quipped with a smirk.

"Yeah, it certainly helps," Yamcha sighed with a smile, turning his gaze to see Maron's ecstatic smile as she waved back at him, while Launch exchanged a look of cross irritation come over her own visage.

Before they could call it a day, however, a brief voice tickled the back of their minds.

"Well, sorry to disturb your session of masculinity, but I got to inform you something that might be of your interest," the voice of Piccolo spoke gratingly, almost as if he had been dealing with a big headache on his hands.

"Wait, Piccolo?!" Krillin's voice came from his mind, as he recognized the experience sans Goku's farewell, "what's going on?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I had been trying to ignore a sound that would make a tortured cat sound appealing, but I guess I can't do that any longer," Piccolo spoke sarcastically, before saying with finality, "apparently, Chi-Chi's gone into labor."

"Chi-Chi's in labor already?!" Yamcha's voice came aloud, briefly forgetting his thoughts mirrored his own voice, "I thought she wasn't going to be due for another couple weeks!"

"Well, honestly it could have been at any day from what I've been told, but it happened today because some bright genius decided to power up using energy like the Spirit Bomb. You know, the kind of energy everybody can feel and respond to?" Piccolo spoke with a dry tone of knowing, clearly addressing Yamcha.

"Wait...so you're saying its my fault its happening now?! That's unfair!" Yamcha ground his fingers into his palms with frustration and anger, waving them up in the air in emphasis, as he retorted back, "Weren't you impressed by my new technique?!"

"Oh yeah. I was so impressed, I couldn't stop myself from laughing for a solid five minutes," Piccolo spoke with a wry tone, causing Yamcha to writhe in further tormented frustration. Piccolo continued regardless, "anyways, I've already informed Gohan and Trunks about it as well. They're going to be a little later, considering where they are now. Expect Bulma and the Kid Trunks to be late, but Vegeta to be there timely."

"Wait, why would Vegeta bother coming to something as annoying as childbirth?" Tien spoke with confusion, trying to wrap around his head what purpose he would have in being there.

"Goku said he'd come visit during his 2nd child's first birthday. You could say this is more of a update on Goku's plans in approximately when he should be back among the living. So, its probably within Vegeta's interest to be there, for whatever reasoning he might have in meeting Goku," Piccolo reasoned.

"Sounds fair enough, I guess," Tien spoke with acknowledgement.

"I'm already on my way over to her place. There aren't any doctors around and my knowledge in childbirth is basically what you'd think. I'll be there for support until then, but don't expect any expertise in medicine coming from me," Piccolo spoke with finality, before his mental link cut out, "see you guys there..."

"Right," Krillin spoke aloud, putting his hands on his hips, before looking to Tien with a quick nod, "let's get there quick! I can't wait to see Goku!"

"Me too, but," Tien spoke with hesitation, seeing Launch and Maron walk out, the prior holding a large backpack stuffed with the money she had stolen, while the latter just came by herself, "it seems we're going to have a few additional passengers. Why don't we see you when we can catch up."

"Ah, alright," Krillin nodded, a brief aura of blue-white energy wrapping around his body, before he shot up into the air within a thunderclap motion, disappearing within a wink into the horizon.

"You know, something that doesn't change, no matter how much stronger I get," Yamcha spoke aloud, as he bent himself over to have Maron crawl up his back and wrap her arms around his neck, as he began to ascend, with Tien doing the same, "it still seems I have to submit to women, whether I like it or not."

"Believe me, Yamcha, it never goes away," Tien spoke sympathetically, as the two rose up into the air, with both girlfriends in tow, before igniting their own auras as they flew off into the horizon, leaving the outskirts and the used jeep far behind.

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"Trunks, we have to go," Gohan spoke firmly, his aura bristling hotly without a single additional scratch on his person, as his eyes stared his friend's down without wavering, "power down now!"

Trunks, wasn't in the best of shape. Videl could tell from the distance that he was struggling to keep his level of strength up, as diminished as it was, from the beatings he took. Upon closer inspection, she saw that his body had been bruised, warped, and bloodied from the severe strikes he had received from Gohan's fierce and repetitively faster and much stronger attacks. To his credit, he had managed to absorb a lot of the initial damage and return a few swift counterattacks, but in the end, he couldn't keep up with Gohan's swift speed and powerful rebuttals.

In the end, after all he gave, he was utterly beaten.

"Fine...you win...this time," Trunks spoke with resignation, as his body's muscular disposition began to wane, before it returned swiftly to his natural state.

Gohan, doing so likewise, smiled with relief, as he looked over at Videl with gladness at the news he had heard from Piccolo, "We better hurry, Videl."

"Right," Videl said with a smile, ready to leave the cold arctic air and get back south.

Within a few moments, Gohan and Videl blasted off into the horizon, shortly joined by Trunks as he followed them back to the Son residence.

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An hour later...

The whole gang had assembled at Chi-Chi's house. Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, Krillin, Gohan, and Videl as well. Despite Chi-Chi's cries of agony, they all remained close at hand or nearby, all with the exception of Vegeta waiting outside of the house. He had no desire being so proximate to the woman's screams, nor the desire to witness the birth of her child.

He was focused on one thing and one thing alone: To see Goku and how strong he has become. That, and he was also waiting for his wife to arrive, having to take the long route to pick up the residents of Kame House to come see the child. He didn't expect her to show up until much later, but he waited none-the-less for both groups.

It almost looked like he wasn't going to show, until a familiar whooshing sound was heard overhead of the house, causing Vegeta's head to look upwards.

"Ah! Got here! Simple enough," Goku spoke with a smile of relief. Hearing the familiar cries of his wife down below, his ears already ached at the sound of her labor-induced suffering. One thing, however, caused him to pause. Looking over, he saw the clenching form of a thoroughly shocked Aosai, clinging to his side with a frightened look in her eyes, "Aosai! Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot you were touching me when I was using Instant Transmission...!"

"I'm...outside...Other Space?!" Aosai gaped, as she felt the genuine warmth of Earth's sun bathe her body in its rays. The orange haired, blue skinned Champion of the Eastern Galaxy could only stand mesmerized at the atmosphere around her, so full of lush life and wonder, with cities just beyond the horizon. It reminded her of her old home, before she had passed away...

"Yeah, I guess you are, haha!" Goku chuckled lightheartedly, looking down to see Vegeta give him a very cross look, as he tapped his feet impatiently, "oh, sorry if we can't sight see at the moment, but we only got an hour, and I want to be there when my child is born. Want to accompany me?"

"You...want me to...watch your child's birth?" Aosai asked softly, as if suddenly realizing the predicament she placed herself in. Looking down at her attire, she knew that it would be inappropriate for such an occasion, even if it was casual for her culture. With a brief sigh, she allowed a golden light to encompass her, changing her into her Champion's attire, before engaging her eyes back to Goku's with a soft smile, "sure, I'd love to."

"Great!" Goku spoke with a enthusiastic smile, lowering his body swiftly along with Aosai's, gently touching the ground before Vegeta.

"You're late, Kakarot," Vegeta spoke tersely with a glare on his face.

"Ahaha, sorry! Time gets a little weird in Other World I guess," Goku said apologetically, scratching his head meekly.

"Tch," Vegeta rolled his eyes, thumbing towards the house where Goku's wife screamed even louder, "better hurry up and see your second runt get born. If it gets born..."

"What does that mean?" Goku asked with shock in his voice.

"Your wife doesn't have anyone experienced enough to surgically remove the child at hand. She refused to be moved, not wanting to have you search everywhere for her while she went into labor. All your earthling friends can't stomach the sight down, Bulma is still hours away from getting here, and the Namekian has clearly no knowledge of such a task. Quite frankly, it'll be a miracle if anyone will be there to help deliver-"

"I'll do it," Aosai spoke firmly, catching both Goku and Vegeta by surprise, "I have plenty of medical knowledge to treat most sapient life forms, including helping them give birth. It was one of my duties as an envoy during my days as a messenger of peace across the galaxy, before I became a warrior."

"Well, lead on then!" Goku spoke with urgency, a smile of renewed faith glistening within his eyes, causing the Herasian to blush for a moment.

As the two rushed into the house, brief cries of joy and remembrance by the friends of old seeing their friend were only brought short as a blue-skinned, orange haired beauty walked into the house past them all.

"Who is she?" Krillin asked with a sudden dumb smile, blushing heatedly as he saw the voluptuous and tall woman walk towards Chi-Chi's room.

"Dunno, but she looks like she's from the same race as Bojack and his gang," Tien spoke with hesitancy.

"I'm pretty sure Goku wouldn't bring her here if she wasn't a friend," Trunks spoke with reassurance.

"Yeah, hopefully that's all they are," Gohan muttered as he saw the woman walk in and shut the door behind her, with Goku in tow.

The next few minutes were the loudest that the group had heard. Having never been present for Bulma's childbirth, none of them had ever felt the helplessness and despair of being so close to a woman screaming so loudly, being unable to help her in the least. The screams almost shook the house they were so high in pitch and volume.

Then, within a minute, Chi-Chi's cries down only to be replaced by a child's wailing. This brought smiles to all those who came, even Piccolo sighed in relief. As the door opened, a weary Aosai smiled, and beckoned the group to come in.

As they all filed in, they saw a beautiful child swathed in white cloth, held in Chi-Chi's arms, with Goku smiling with tears in his eyes. It was a beautiful moment, for both Chi-Chi and Goku, as they were able to share this moment despite recent circumstances.

"Go ahead and name it," Chi-Chi whispered tiredly, smiling up at Goku, as she handed the blubbering child up into his arms, "and introduce our child to our friends."

Goku felt honored to have been privileged to name his second child. As he grabbed a hold of his child, cradling in his arms, Goku turned to introduce his second offpsring to the others, with pride and joy in his voice, "Hello everyone, nice to be back. I'd like you all to meet, Goten, " Goku spoke with a fondness in his tone, as he remembered where he was but a little while ago, striking a chord of emotion with Aosai, as he finished introduction to the rest of his friends, "my daughter."

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A/N: Whew! I feel like life sometimes TRIES to keep me from posting at the times I want, and always interrupts me when its inconvenient. Regardless, I wrote a very nicely sized chapter without making it too overbearing in mass and size. I may have rushed the end a little bit, but I'll get to everyone's reunion properly within the next Chapter.

So, to cover the two big things of this chapter, I'll start off with Yamcha.

Yamcha, in my mind, could have been used to be one of the most reliable allies, had Toriyama taken the effort to give substantial growth to him and his other human friends. By the time the Buu Saga was being wrapped up, there was a brief clip where Yamcha was suddenly INCREDIBLY strong. He was fighting guys like Olibu and another guy simultaneously, bragging about how the "place just changed him," without any real explanation how he got so skilled in a short amount of time. Let me clarify, that Canon Yamcha STOPPED training and honing his skills after the Cell Games. He didn't train at all, and had little to no drive to continue to do so because how far behind he was in comparison to his Super Saiyan friends. AND YET, within only a few days time of being dead, he suddenly is in top form LEAGUES beyond his original limitations. This wasn't funny, and it was kind of insulting how we were shown a strong Yamcha at the end of the series, rather than make him strong to begin within a gradual slope over time.

This is where I came up with the idea when Goku left, Yamcha felt determined to catch up. With his rigorous training in normal time for half a year, and another half a year with Tien and Krillin, Yamcha had vastly improved his skills and power, mastering abilities that not even Goku could harness effectively at the prime of its use in the series. While Tien and Krillin have a higher power-up of Kaio-ken, Yamcha was shown in past chapters to have used it with greater control and longer use, without harming himself. His natural ability to charge a Spirit Bomb much more quickly was shown of this, but it also showed a loophole for him to take advantage of later on.

Within the last several months that had elapsed, Yamcha had discovered the curious side of the Maron he had met is also an incredibly strong sword fighter. Like, obsessed with everything and anything about swordsmanship. While she is socially ditsy like her Canon counterpart, she will be taking part as a useful asset to the Z Fighters team in the future. But I digress, this is how Yamcha managed to find that "edge" he needed in training, to excel past the points of training that worked for his allies and friends, but didn't work for himself. This mindset allowed him to master a technique he had founded within the passing of time that he was training his Kaio-ken and Spirit Bomb techniques: The Okami-ken.

Okami-ken is a personalized technique in which it harnesses the Life Energy around himself, and empowers him to a much greater extent than what Kaio-ken is capable of. A technique only he developed on his own, using the method of gathering Life Energy from the Spirit Bomb's employment, he finally mastered it within the final weeks of the three month time skip that had elapsed. Without any of the life threatening side affects of Kaio-ken, it will be the inspiration to the two bald martial artists to improve their own techniques and power, as well as prove to be Yamcha's ace in the hole from here on out.

That took a while, lol. Now we talk about Goten.

Now, if you haven't read Other World Saga already, I encourage you to, because how I use it to tie in events happening in the Afterlife with Goku. Goten is an actual location I use in the Heaven part of Other World, with a beautiful view of the vast landscape of all of Heaven's denizens and their own homes, while offering a beautiful place to gaze upon the rising and falling artificial moon and star that rotates around Other World.

But I digress...

My intention for Goten being a GIRL (le gasp, this is madness!), is for her to be NOT the Goku clone that he was manufactured and intended by Toriyama to retire Goku to begin with. In that aspect, I will intend to break that mold and give Goten a true personality, one of which will have familiarity but also have a bit more interest and maturation as time passes. The dynamic of K-Trunks and Goten will not diminish, but rather, be strengthened by this change. I have great plans for Goten and K-Trunks, and I hope you can keep with this story, despite such a big change I'm putting into this story.

NOTE: Because of the piling reviews of people who haven't committed nearly any feedback until now, saying they'll stop reading because of Goten being a girl in my story, then I suggest any further viewers that read these cliffnotes DON'T leave any reviews telling me you're not continuing to read further. If that's all you have to say in your review, I'd appreciate you just PM me it, or don't leave any review or comment at all. I don't like having negative, useless feedback that doesn't help improve my story constructively or let me know thoughts of what changes you'd like to see.

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave reviews and comments to let me know what you thought of it.

Until then, I'll see you guys next week on the next exciting chapter of The Vegeta Chronicles!