Let's Be Friends

Chapter 2


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"All right kid, once you feel the energy flow through your body, let it all out and fire," instructed Piccolo as he observed his pupil focusing his ki.

Gohan had his index and middle finger on his forehead and focused all the energy he could muster. Once he could feel his ki beginning to overflow, he stretched out his arm toward the target. "Special Beam Canon!" The beam fired from within his fingertips at such great power and speed that it took out the target along with a huge chunk of the lookout.

"Well done," praised the Namekian ignoring the hole. He knew any damage to the lookout could be easily fixed. "Always remember though, this is a very complicated technique that requires a balance between time and concentration. Rarely will your enemies give you this much time to charge; therefore, you must learn to shorten the time needed by elevating your mental effort. The stronger your mentality, the quicker you will be able to fire that beam at full power."

The thirteen-year-old took a seat on the floor and sighed. "That was exhausting, Mr. Piccolo. I don't think I can even stand up anymore… Is it always like this?"

"You'll get used to it," chuckled Piccolo. "We will practice it until it becomes second nature like the "Kamehameha" Once you have mastered it, you won't feel tired after using it no matter how much ki you put in it." He sat down across from him and got into a lotus position. "By the way, how are your studies coming along?"

"Pretty well," responded the demi-saiyan. "I'm very surprised that Mom hasn't caught up to my training yet. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy she hasn't but it's just weird that she hasn't questioned me about my "morning walks."

"You know you're going to have to tell her one day, right?"

"Yea, I know. But she has been too busy with Goten that I haven't found the right opportunity to tell her."

"Perhaps it's not about finding the opportunity, but creating it." He signaled for his student to get into position. They both knew it was time to meditate.


After about an hour, Gohan took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Judging by the position of the sun, he knew the time was almost noon. "Well, I should probably get going now. We would not want mom to start wondering where I am."

"All right, kid, we will continue practicing my ultimate technique tomorrow." They both stood up and walked to the edge of the lookout. "Once you master it, we can get back to the super-saiyan two form. You must learn to control it as soon as possible."

Gohan grinned at the sound of that, "Awesome. I cannot wait to see the look on Vegeta's face when he sees how much stronger I have become."

"I heard that he has been heading into space to train. It looks like he is really determined to achieve that new transformation as well. Have you talked to him lately?"

"Not really…" responded the demi-saiyan. "Sure, we have visited Bulma a couple of times recently but every time he's been in the gravity chamber or in space. The last time I talked to him was when the group decided to stop searching for the space pirate"

"You mean the Hera," corrected Piccolo.

"Yea," answered Gohan sheepishly. "I still can't get over the fact that we couldn't find even a clue of her whereabouts."

"Who says I never found her…?"

There was a temporary pause as Gohan registered what he had just heard. He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "You know where she is?"

"She's been living in South City for the past seven months," the Namekian answered calmly.

"But why didn't you tell any of us if you knew where she was this whole time?"

"Think about it, If Vegeta found out where she was, do you believe he would not head over there to try and kill her? And if they start fighting in one the most populated areas in the world, how many innocent people will get caught up in the fire?"

"I guess you have a point… So, what is the plan? Has she harmed anyone?"

Piccolo shook his head and crossed his arms. "It is very likely that she doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention."

"I guess… Maybe she decided to start fresh and live a normal life…"

"Unlikely, but I am keeping a close eye on her in case she does attack anyone. She spends most of her days training on a small island."

"Training? That is very interesting. How come I haven't sensed her?"

"She never raises her power level. All she does is spar with herself."

"Do you think she is way stronger now…? I Would be lying if I said I did not want to fight her again."

Piccolo began to chuckle momentarily. "You are definitely your father's son. Anyways, You should head back home now."

"You are right, same time tomorrow?"

"Sure kid, see you then."

Gohan waved to his teacher before taking off to the skies and heading back home.

"Speaking of which," voiced the Namekian as he began walking to another part of the lookout. "She should be training right about now."


On a remote island several miles East of South City, Zangya was in the middle of an open area shadow sparring. Just like most mornings for the past four months, the Hera had come to this island in order to train. Her primary focus today was improving upon her warrior instincts and trying out a few different fighting styles.

She was very satisfied by how much stronger she had become as of late. She was well aware of the fact that she couldn't hide from the Battle Island fighters forever, nor did she want to anyway. But the next time she comes face to face with them, they were going to encounter a different girl than the one they fought seven months ago. Far different than the one that needed to be saved from the hands of Bojack out of pity. "Next time I power up," she thought with a smirk. She turned to one of the dummies she set up and swiftly slashed it in half with her hand. "That is the greenie." She turned to the other and immediately phased out of view. Appearing at various points around the target. She finally stopped behind it and kicked it into oblivion. "That is the sword-wielder… And this…" She faced the final dummy and stretched out her hands in front of her. "This is the golden boy! Beauty…! Stop!" she told herself at the last second. She was really about to power up and reveal her location. After taking multiple breaths to gather her thoughts, she sat down on the ground and started laughing. "I guess there is a part of me that cannot wait to fight that kid again."


Several hours later, she could feel her body aching and her muscles on the verge of cramping up. It was as good of a time as any to call it a day and head home.


As always, she descended onto a dark alley where nobody could spot her. Despite the day winding down, the streets were heavily crowded with people. There were many events going on and the Hera took the opportunity to look around at the advertisements that were on display.

"Listen up weaklings!" came a familiar voice.

Surprised and curious, the Hera looked around in every direction for the source of that voice. It was not long until she noticed the video announcement on top of a building. "That man…" mumbled Zangya. How could she ever forget that face? It was the same human that took credit for killing her and the rest of the group. "I guarantee you that no one will ever see those weaklings again."

"Think you got what it takes to go toe to toe with the champ? Think you can take away this title from my hands? Then what are you waiting for?! Sign up for the World Martial Arts Tournament next week and perhaps if you are lucky we will meet in the ring. I'll be waiting for you. Oh yea!"

"How intriguing," she thought. She had to admit that there was a certain interest in a few fights that could possibly prove to what extent her training paid off. No powering up, no special techniques, just a fair fight. Her interest nearly skyrocketed when seeing the 10,000,000 zeni reward that goes to the winner. "What an opportunity… I get to have a chat with my vanquisher and become a millionaire in the process…. But wait…" She figured that such an event would no doubt be broadcasted around the world. She was confident that she could take on the teen now, but if the whole group teams up then there could be a few complications. Against her desire, she decided to turn it down and keep walking. She still had a lot of training left before challenging the fighters.


A few minutes later, the Hera was a few streets away from her apartment. She was 'thinking' of whether she should cook tonight or just order a pizza. "As if…" she chuckled. There was no way she was going to get behind a stove again.

"Stop him!"

Interrupted from her thoughts, Zangya looked up and saw a young woman named Megan who also lived in the same building as her.

"Please! He took my purse!"

Within moments, a man appeared running in her direction. He was a rather short guy wearing a hoodie but had his face completely exposed. Perhaps he believed that the Hera would get out of the way, but to his surprise, she stood her ground and both their shoulders collided. While the theft fell to the ground, Zangya was unfazed. "Watch it you fool," hissed the man while scrambling to get up. He picked up the purse and kept running. "You are lucky that I am in a hurry."

Zangya rolled her eyes and continued walking. "I'll remember that face…"

"Why didn't you get my purse?!" snarled Megan as she stopped in front of her. "It was right at your feet and you let him grab it."

The Hera snickered annoyingly before shoving her away. "Do I look like some kind of vigilante to you?" she asked rhetorically. "I honestly could not care less about you or your stuff. If you want someone to help you then call the cops. Now do yourself a favor and get out of my face."

Megan was livid. She wanted to slap her but knew there was no point. She needed to call the cops as soon as possible before the theft gets away. With one final glare, she ran to her apartment.

Zangya had to take a moment to calm down. "Ahhh!" she screamed. There was a time when no one would have dared to get in her face like that. It took her a few minutes to fight the urge to follow her into her apartment; but at the end, she eventually accepted that it wasn't worth it and continued her way.


After finally arriving home, she could not help but remember the World Martial Arts Tournament when looking around her apartment. There just was not enough space here for someone to live a comfortable life. All this place consisted of was one bedroom, one restroom, a small living room, and barely a kitchen. She cannot even buy some nice furniture because it would take up too much space.

"A bigger home would be nice," she thought to herself. Deciding to ignore her problems for now, she grabbed a set of fresh clothes from her room and headed toward the bathroom.


Emerging from the shower, she picked up her towel and began to dry herself. Just like every day for the past five months, her eyes drifted to the mirror. Despite the visibility being poor due to the fog, Zangya could always see enough. She could see the last of her race. All that is left of the once great warrior planet 'Hera.' Once she dies, so will her race. She could have children, yes. She could teach them their history and traditions, yes. But they will never be pure Herans. They will likely breed with other humans and within a few generations, all that will be left is the roots. How daunting.

She slowly turned around to get a better look at the nasty-looking scar that covered most of her back. There was no forgetting that day she was betrayed by Bojack. How she was intended to be used as a sacrifice in order to get an advantage over that boy. For months, she had reminisced about that day and created different scenarios in her head wondering how it would have changed everything. Had she not just gone for the kill when Bido and Bujin had him tied in their threads, could things have been better? No doubt all these people would have been enslaved or killed, but everyone else would have been alive. Well… except for Kogu.

Zangya stepped out of the bathroom and took a seat on her bed. "Kogu…" she repeated. Every time she remembered her fallen ally; the same questions rose up. "How could he have been killed so easily?" He was their third-best fighter and yet he was killed by someone who Bojack had no problem taking out. He was not supposed to die. He always assured her that nothing could keep him down, yet that was clearly a lie.

"I wonder…" she began. Had she been the one to encounter the fighter he faced would she have still been alive? Had it been Kogu in her place against the teen would the outcome have been different? No way he would have hesitated to kill him so it is safe to say that the teen would have been killed.

"How would Kogu have reacted to her death?" Both always had a more personal connection than the rest so perhaps he would have mourned for her. "Unlikely," she scoffed. Unlike her, he was a cold-blooded killer. One who would laugh at the cost of others. How could she forget that day Bojack obliterated his own brother in front of the group? Did he mourn? No. He joined the rest of the group in mocking him for thinking he could get away with betraying Bojack. It was obvious that it was everyone for themselves at the end. And had it not been for… him, she too would have been a victim of that group mentality.

Zangya frowned deeply. It always irritated her to remember how she was saved by that teen. Even though she recognized that there was a part of her that was in a way thankful for being saved. That memory always served as a reminder of how pathetic she used to be. A flaw she vowed never to be again. She stood up proudly and checked herself out in the mirror. After months of training, she felt far more powerful than ever. A feeling that will be confirmed once she finally builds up the courage to confront that group. She will finally power up to her max and they will tremble in fear once they realize their end is near. She may not have loved her group but they were all that she had left of home and for that reason, she must avenge them. She must kill that teen who dared to stop them.

She would have loved nothing more than to have Bojack in front of her so she could break every bone in his body. Never again will she be afraid of anyone, no matter how strong they are.

"It's decided," she said to herself. She was not going to hide anymore. Her mind went back to the World Martial Arts Tournament. She was going to enter it. After all, there were far too many benefits in winning it to simply pass up.