Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT/Super, I just enjoy playing around in the wonderful sandbox they provide.
Chapter 2: The weight of the world rests on your shoulders. Literally.
Kakarot ended up wimping out for almost three weeks before going back to Capsule Corporation. As much as he harped on Yamcha for not preparing for the Saiyans' arrival, he had been terrified of Bulma's mad desire to make over his look. Jasper's memories of shopping with his sisters were bad enough, but the one time he'd taken a girlfriend shopping had been the single worst day of their relationship.
When he arrived, he was looking around to make sure Bulma wasn't lurking nearby as he went in search of Dr. Brief in his lab. He waved at the almost unflappable scientist who was sitting at a workbench, sipping on a cup of coffee while a black was sleeping on his head.
"Hello, Dr. Brief! How're the projects coming along?", he asked cheerfully. From his Ki senses, Bulma was on the other side of the building. Her room, if he remembered correctly.
Dr. Brief looked up from the schematics he'd been looking over and smiled. "Oh, hello Kakarot. We got those gravity chambers done a few days ago. Six Hoi-Poi Capsules that can increase the gravity and pressure inside by up to 40 times our own planet's gravitational pull," he said pleasantly. Kakarot sighed in relief. "Bulma has them in her room. She said she wanted to hand them over personally."
And just like that, Kakarot knew he'd lost. With a mournful expression, he followed the owner of Capsule Corp through his home until they reached his daughter's room.
Knocking once, he called out. "Bulma, honey. Your friend is here to pick up those capsules we made." He gave Kakarot a pat on the shoulder and left the poor boy to his fate. Even he knew not to get involved in anything like shopping with his girls.
The door was thrown open wide, and a grinning Bulma stood there, her eyes once again lit like flames that sent chills down his spine. "Oh, hello there, Kakarot. So glad to see you again so soon."
Manly tears fell down the Saiyan's cheeks as he was dragged off to her personal vehicle and escorted to the nearest clothing store. The next three hours were pure torture, the only bright light during the experience being the 'all you can eat' buffet they'd found nearby when they were done.
"It wasn't that bad, Kakarot," Bulma said with a cheerful laugh, ignoring the petulant glare sent her way. "Seriously, I don't understand boys and their almost inherent fear of anything to do with shopping."
Said boy was currently wearing what she considered 'acceptable' attire. He'd immediately vetoed anything formal on the grounds that he was a fighter, and anything that felt restrictive at all would be uncomfortable. She'd dragged him around and tossed clothes for him to try on, mostly from the kid section because, well, he was kid sized. What they finally settled on was a comfortable set of khaki pants, a white undershirt, and a navy blue polo with a white dragon embroidered on the back for daily wear. She'd encouraged him to pick out some dress shoes, but he'd opted for simple gray sneakers instead. Then she purchased the same outfit in a dozen other colors and had him carry the bags around while she shopped around for herself.
"Besides," she continued on, again ignoring his glares, "I think I've managed to figure out that cloth you gave me, and I should be able to make up this exact wardrobe, shoes included, out of it, so it will grow with you."
His glare went away as he looked at her in shock. He knew she could figure it out, but so soon? "Wow, Bulma! That's incredible!" She preened at his honest praise. "Once you've done that, I'll never have to go shopping again!"
She facepalmed before letting out a long sigh. "Kakarot…you do realize that most normal people tend to change their clothing styles over time, right?"
He gave her a deadpan look. "You do realize that I come from a culture that wore the same uniform from the time they could walk, right?" She looked genuinely horrified to hear that. "If it's that important to you, though, you can just pick out different styles for me to try."
Mollified somewhat, they finished their meal and headed back to Capsule Corp where she finally handed over the training chamber capsules. "They should have enough juice to last a year, but if they run out of power, just bring it back and we'll either charge it up or replace it with something better," she said.
"Thanks, Bulma," he replied with a smile. "We all owe you one. You and your dad." He turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Any idea how long the spaceship might take to build?", he asked.
She tapped her chin in thought. "A month? Maybe two?", she finally said. He nodded and smiled before waving goodbye, missing the sad smile on her face as she whispered, "Be careful, Kakarot."
-=Break=-
His first stop was back at Korin's Tower, where he saw Yamcha had succeeded in gathering everyone to begin training. Once the others got over the shock of seeing him, Yamcha, Korin, and Yajirobe had all told them what to expect, he handed over three of the training chambers and told them all how they worked.
"Your goal should be to work up to ten times Earth's gravity, at least, within the next couple of months, and then push onward while also taking the time to meditate and increase your control of Ki," he said. "I don't think any of them will fit up here, so you'll have to set them up down below."
Everyone seemed more than a little surprised at what he was asking of them but understood the reasons easily enough. Raditz had outclassed everyone, and he'd been considered weak in comparison to what was coming.
"Eventually, I think Kami will send for each of you to go up above. Take them with you when you go. Any questions?", he asked. Krillin quickly raised his hand.
"What are you going to be doing? From what you've been saying, you'll need to train just as hard as we do," the bald former monk said. It was a reasonable question, all things considered.
With a grin, he answered. "The same as you, after I drop off a couple of these capsules to Piccolo and Gohan." He had a few other things he wanted to try and work on, too, but they didn't need to know about that yet. Not seeing any other questions, he looked over at Tien. "Can you do me a favor?", he asked as he pulled out one of the five Senzu Beans he carried around. Tien indicated he was listening. "Can you give me your strongest attack? I need a quick boost to get me started."
Everyone looked at him strangely, making him facepalm.
"Right, none of you know about Saiyan physiology. My mistake," he muttered. "So, Saiyans are a warrior race. It's what they are, it's what they know, it's how they are literally bred. The two biggest advantages they have to accommodate that lifestyle are Oozaru and Zenkai. The Oozaru is the great ape transformation they have when looking at the full moon. You've all, I think, seen or heard about that."
Everyone nodded. Some, like Yamcha, with shivers.
"The second, Zenkai, is the most broken cheat in the universe, though it does require a significant price. Every time a Saiyan has a near-death experience their bodies adapt in such a way as to bridge the gap of what caused it. Like when King Piccolo's child almost killed Goku, after he was healed he was much stronger and was able to overcome the strength gap." Each of the Z-Fighters reacted similarly to that news. "The more we overcome, the greater the boost we get. So, Tien, I need you to give me your best shot, please," he reiterated and braced for what was about to come.
Tien closed his eyes, all three of them, for a moment before nodding and channeling all the Ki he could into his right pointer finger. After a minute, he cried out, "DODON RAY!", and released a massive burst of Ki energy point blank at the waiting Kakarot.
It was one of the most painful things any of his memories had experienced, taking the attack right in the chest. He collapsed down to one knee before placing the Senzu Bean in his mouth and biting down hard. The relief was immediate, and he felt a rush of energy fill him as it healed his body and topped his own energy levels to full. Walking over to the edge of the tower, he spit out the blood that had leaked into his mouth before giving the former assassin a grateful look and waving goodbye to everyone. Then he left at full speed, testing out his newfound strength.
"Can I just say, I'm glad Goku and this Kakarot guy are on our side? That Zenkai stuff sounds ridiculously overpowered…", Krillin said into the silence that had descended on the group. They all agreed quickly before bowing to Korin and climbing down his tower to start training under increased gravity. The cat merely grinned at the effects Kakarot was already having on the future defenders of Earth.
"Maybe this plan of yours will play out to our advantage after all, Lord Kami," he muttered.
"We can only hope, Korin," came the mental response from the Guardian of Earth. "We can only hope."
-=Break=-
Finding Piccolo and Gohan was harder than he thought it would be. He thought it had to do primarily with the fact that he needed to work on increasing his control over the new levels of Ki he had cycling through him now. Almost double what he'd been at when he was 'born'.
He really needed to get a scouter. Soon.
When he finally found them, it was pure luck. Gohan's power level spiked for a brief moment as he was running away from a large dinosaur, giving him a general area, and then he found Piccolo nearby.
"Hello, Jr! How's the brat handling things so far?", he asked the current strongest fighter on Earth. Piccolo looked up at him in confusion before frowning deeply.
"What the hell has the old fossil done this time?", he muttered under his breath before focusing once more on his rival's son. "He has potential and decent instincts, but he has a long way to go," he finally said.
Kakarot nodded along as he watched the original's son running around down below. "Sounds about right. So, I have some goodies for you, if you'd like them," he said cheerfully, knowing it would throw the Namekian brooder off more. "Which do you want first, the gifts or the information?"
Piccolo stared at him for a minute before letting out a sigh. "You're nothing like him, are you?" Kakarot shrugged before tilting his hand back and forth. "Fine. Information."
He grinned. "Right! So, I'm essentially a clone of Goku from when Kami first started training him, with all of his memories up to the day I was born. Coincidentally, the day Goku died." Piccolo grunted acknowledgment. "Meaning, I have the memories he lost as a child, the ones about his Saiyan heritage." That got the green man's attention quickly. "So, first of all, his tail. As long as he has it, any time he sees the full moon, he'll transform into a giant ape creature, as big as your own massive form." Eyes went wide. "Please don't cut off his tail if you can avoid it, it's a decent trump card to have, and if he can train his mental fortitude enough he won't rage out and instead will be in full control of the transformation. Which boosts his overall strength by a factor of ten."
Piccolo's eyes didn't look like they could go any wider, making Kakarot chuckle.
"Second, as a Saiyan, every time he recovers from a significant fight or near death, his body will help him adapt to the level that almost killed him," he said with a grin. Piccolo caught on quickly. "Just be careful to let him fully recover any time you do it, and it can't be back to back. He has to be able to adapt to any new strength, or his body will just assume that the gap could have been bridged."
Piccolo contemplated the implications of that ability. It certainly changed his plans a bit.
"The last thing I have is a gift for each of you," he said, tossing out the Hoi-Poi Capsules. Piccolo caught them on reflex. "Each of those is a training chamber that you can use. The machine inside will increase the gravitational force felt inside." He cracked his neck while he let Piccolo process that. "Saiyans are from a planet with a gravity that's ten times as strong as Earth's, so learning to adapt to that strain will increase your strength a ton. And, each chamber can go up to a maximum of 40 times Earth's gravity. Get up to ten at a minimum, and move up as much as you can over the next few months."
To say that Piccolo was shocked by all the information would be underselling it. He was floored. Most importantly, it changed all of his plans on how to go about preparing for what was coming. "I guess I'm going to be busier than I thought," he mumbled, getting a tilted, confused look in response. "...Thanks. I have a better idea of how to proceed now."
Kakarot smiled, unnerving the Namekian a bit at how cheerful he was being. "Not a problem, Jr!", he chirped. "Now, I have some training of my own to deal with, so I'll see you later." He turned to leave, only taking the time to call out one last thing. "A word of advice. Taking the time to get him up to near your level soon will benefit you both more in the long run. Having someone at your level or higher will push you more than working on things by yourself." And then he was gone, leaving a confused, contemplative, and utterly befuddled Piccolo behind.
Then the green man cursed loudly. "The bastard! He could have taken the brat off of my hands!"
-=Break=-
The next two months were spent almost entirely in the training chamber. He'd set it up outside of Grandpa Gohan's cabin and jumped in right away. By the end of the day, he was grateful that Bulma had included a laundry machine and dryer, as the amount of sweat, and blood, that drenched his clothes over that time period would have offended even Bacterian's nose. He was already up to ten times Earth's gravity and decided he was ready to push it even more, but there was something else that needed to happen first. He scowled at the thought, but couldn't push it away. Cursing the fact that he was in what looked like a 13-year-old's body, he packed everything up and flew off to the Lookout to have a quick conversation with Kami.
He wasn't surprised to see the other Z-Fighters there. With the efforts they'd all been putting in, there were up to Kami's standard to train in the more spiritual side of things. He waved to Krillin, who waved back before going back to his meditation, and sought out the 'old fossil'.
"Ah, Kakarot. I'm glad to see you doing well," Mr. Popo said at the entrance to the main building. "Kami is inside." Kakarot nodded to the attendant as he entered. He was doing better, mentally, with his situation and the reason he was even here, but it was still a sore spot for him.
"Kakarot, welcome. How goes your training so far?", the ancient green man asked. He shrugged.
"So far so good. I've adapted pretty well to ten times gravity, but there's something…two somethings I need to do before I push on anymore."
"Oh?"
He took a deep breath and let it out. "A lot of what I can do, based on Goku's memories, is limited by my current size." Kami let out a soft chuckle, but nodded. "I also need to deal with the Oozaru transformation."
"Oh, I'd forgotten about that. Removing the tail shouldn't be…"
Kakarot cut him off. "I don't want to lose the tail. I want to master the transformation," he corrected Kami, who seemed surprised for a short moment. "Honestly, I think Goku should have done it too, but he always had a harder time with the mental side of things."
Kami nodded, but Mr. Popo was the one to speak. "You wish to use the Room of Spirit and Time?", he asked, causing Kakarot to turn his direction and nod.
"I do. It will give me the time needed to both grow and train my mind to overcome the primal nature of the transformation," he admitted. He still hated it, wanting to hold off until Goku or Vegeta had achieved Super Saiyan so he could make sure he understood how that transformation worked and then go inside. Maybe he could get away with only using a day for now, he was a little fuzzy on when Goku got his growth spurt.
After a moment to think about it, Kami agreed to let him try. He thanked the Guardian and followed Mr. Popo out, though he did take the time to ask Kami for a few dozen outfits and sets of training weights to take with him. He chuckled at the grumbling complaints he heard about not learning magic to become a tailor, and thanked the 'old fossil' once more.
After he was led through the Lookout's inner halls for a few minutes, they arrived at a simple wooden door that Mr. Popo opened for him. Once inside, he marveled at the complete emptiness of the place, remembering the one time Goku went in. He didn't last long.
"I am not Goku," he mumbled to himself as Mr. Popo closed the door behind him, having ensured there was enough food to last a Saiyan for a year inside. "I can do this."
His first week was honestly the worst. White emptiness as far as the eye could see, gravity equal to what he'd been training in, and constantly fluctuating air pressure and temperatures, the Room of Spirit and Time could be the definition of Hell for a lot of people. He maintained his normal workout routine, now aided by the heavy training weights he wore while under the effects of the increased gravity. By pushing himself to the limit each day, he slept heavily each night. With his food already provided, all he had to do was cook or eat cold leftovers, which removed hunting and food gathering from his routine and provided even more time to improve himself.
After two weeks, he felt ready to push further into the training area. That's when he got his first taste of losing control of his mind. He wasn't sure what it was, there wasn't a moon anywhere in the room, but the next thing he knew he was laying on the stairs that led to the living area, his clothes completely missing, and his entire body aching from what he realized was the Oozaru transformation. He looked out nervously into the distance, wondering how that happened. He didn't go that far out for another week, but got the same result.
His fourth week was spent almost entirely on meditation. He made sure to do it in the training area so he still got the benefits of dealing with increased gravity, but that was the extent of his physical training for the entire week. When he felt prepared, he stripped out of his clothes and marched further once more. He felt the transformation start, that time, and stopped going any further so he could sit and meditate once more. He lasted five minutes before blacking out.
That became his routine for almost two full weeks. Meditation, walking out to trigger the transformation, and more meditation. He was almost to the point where he had full cognitive control of the Oozaru form when he realized something. There was no moon. Something else in the environment was causing him to transform, and he needed to learn what it was. This led to him blacking out once more and giving up on that train of thought for a full month.
After three months in the chamber, he could control the Oozaru form completely. He took to testing his limits but soon grew frustrated that he couldn't really test said limits unless he could find a way to do it without fur. He wanted to increase his base strength, and staying a giant ape wasn't helping with that.
He took a few weeks off to just get back into his physical training routine, adding on extra weights as needed and worked on his martial arts. Then he tried something new. He walked into the area that forced his Oozaru transformation and did everything he could to not transform. After two more months of that, he made two important discoveries. First, it was possible to force or reject the transformation with training. Even without heading deeper into the training areas of the chamber, he finally managed to force his transformation into an Oozaru, and he also managed to explore deeper in his base form. It had been a good day. The second discovery was even better.
He could condense the transformation down to his normal size. And, it was just as strong as being a great ape. His mind had been blown for two days when he managed it, and he spent two whole days just gloating to himself that he'd done something that no other Saiyan in living memory had accomplished. Vegeta was gonna be pissed, and Goku was gonna be jealous. He could live with both of those things. Then he wondered how it would look when he managed to become a Super Saiyan, and the fantasies continued for another day.
It was similar to Jasper's memories of what was called Super Saiyan 4. There was fur going from the back of his hands, covering his entire arms, shoulders, back, and the back of his neck, and giving him some serious-looking sideburns. It didn't grow out his hair, and the fur was still a light brown color, but it did change the iris of his eyes from black to red, which he thought looked kind of neat. He ignored the fact that his legs and ass got covered in fur too, thinking it was inconsequential.
With one-half of his mission complete, Kakarot continued to train and grow in strength until he finally noticed the second half begin. He glanced at the massive clock above the solo building in the chamber and smiled. He still had four months left in this first year, and he'd be at, or just under, his full height at that point, considering how quickly he remembered Goku shooting up. He could save his 'second' day in the chamber for another time.
When he left the Room of Spirit and Time, he was completely transformed and it showed. He didn't even bother reining in his Ki at first, in the hopes it would show everyone else what they could achieve with the efforts they'd been putting in.
All of the Z-Fighters had gathered on the main area of the Lookout to see him come out. He felt like smirking at their expressions, but held it in. He wanted them motivated, not scared stiff. He nodded to Kami and Mr. Popo before greeting the rest of them. "What's up?"
Krillin and Yamcha fell to the ground, while Tien just let out a light chuckle at the sight. "You really are a lot like him, despite how you feel." Kakarot scowled but didn't refute it. "So this is the effects of training intensely for an entire year?"
The Saiyan nodded. "Indeed, and at only ten times gravity," he clarified, wanting them to grasp quickly that they could surpass this level of strength themselves. "While I'm not going to stop here, this level is something each of you should be able to reach on your own. Probably even greater, as I didn't have anyone pushing me but myself."
Kami and Mr. Popo both smiled at the comment before adding their own thoughts. "That is quite true. Each of you possesses the potential to achieve unheard-of levels of strength through your own efforts. The only limitations you have are the ones you impose on yourselves," Kami said simply.
"I completely agree. And, you must not forget. Focusing purely on the physical will hamper your growth. Meditation and increasing your own spiritual natures will help to unlock even further levels of strength," Mr. Popo added with his usual smile.
Kakarot let that sink in for each of the fighters before pointing his thumb at the two original residents of the Lookout. "What they said." It broke the tension quite a bit and he moved over to where Kami was standing. "Any chance I could ask a small favor?", he said, gesturing to his outgrown attire. He chuckled again when he heard Earth's Guardian complain about not being a tailor, but smiled when his training attire suddenly fit him properly. He wondered how long Bulma would take to develop that new clothing, and then shuddered as he realized if she saw him as he was, he'd be subjected to another shopping excursion. He looked over at Yamcha and cried. "I don't want to go shopping again with her!"
Everyone but the man in question was completely confused, but Yamcha understood immediately and came over to hug the clone of one of his best friends. "It's alright, Kakarot. I understand, and it's alright." Both men were crying for reasons no one else there could explain, having that painful experience in common. "But you'll have to go through it at least once more if you plan to go see her any time soon. She's gotten ahold of you already, she'll get ahold of you again."
Kakarot looked miserable. "There's no way out?", he asked with a whimper.
Yamcha shook his head. "None."
He looked like a broken man as he walked to the edge of the Lookout and sat down.
"Care to explain what in the world that's about?", Krillin asked.
Yamcha took a deep breath. "Have you ever gone shopping with a woman before, Krillin?", he asked. The short man shook his head. "If you ever do, you'll understand."
Kami decided it was time to get back to training, and gave Mr. Popo a look. With a bow, the genie stepped forward. "Alright, everyone. It's time to get back to your training. Tomorrow, we'll be adding something new for each of you," he said pleasantly to the Z-Fighters. Everyone bowed to Kami and went back to what they'd been doing before Kakarot's interruption.
As for the Saiyan himself, he looked over the edge of the Lookout for a while before letting out a massive sigh. "I'll push it off until after I check in on Piccolo," he decided. He gave everyone a wave before jumping up and dashing off into the sky.
-=Break=-
Bulma was more than a little excited by the fact that he needed another full wardrobe. He argued that just getting a few outfits would be fine, but she waved him off. She would have her fun, and he would put up with it.
As they were in the store, with him once more playing the part of a dress-up doll, he asked her about the clothes he'd given her.
"That stuff is amazing, Kakarot! On top of the fact that it stretches to almost any size, including your giant ape thingy I think, it's tear resistant and bulletproof! It's some of the greatest stuff I've ever seen before!", she told him in excitement, holding up some different shirts to see if the colors worked for him or not. She frowned at what she saw and tossed several of them onto the 'return' pile before going out to find more options. By the time she got back with a new outfit, he was staring at the exit longingly, causing her to laugh. "Alright, Kakarot. Just a few more selections before we're done," she consoled him with a smile. "You've actually been a good sport about this, considering you're not even my boyfriend."
He gave her a strange look. "Why would us not dating make a difference?", he asked in confusion. She started to respond before catching herself.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," she decided to say. If she had access to someone willing to be dressed up on a semi-regular basis, she would take complete advantage of it while she could.
"Back to that fabric, is it something you can replicate?", he asked.
She just gave a distracted nod. "Yeah, I've already managed that. Once we've figured out what styles you like, we can actually fabricate anything you want." That statement was met with silence, so she looked up at him. There were tears of joy on his face. "Kakarot?"
"You mean…I don't have to come back here again?", he asked. She immediately shot that down.
"At least once every few months to update your wardrobe to any new styles that you find you like. Or the girl you're dating likes," she corrected him.
They didn't leave for another hour.
When they got back to Capsule Corp, he asked for her help in designing what he called his 'battle outfit'. When she questioned what that was supposed to mean, he just shrugged. "I want to have something that identifies as me, not as Son Goku, so we're never confused with each other," he explained. "And if you can make it out of that new fabric, it'll be better than trying to mix and match things at a store."
She squinted at him, wondering why this was so important to him. "What do you have in mind?"
He grinned.
-=Break=-
Miles and miles away, Piccolo screamed out in rage once more. "WHY DO YOU KEEP LEAVING HIM HERE WITH ME?!"
Gohan looked at him in confusion before focusing back on his meditation. The funny man with all the monkey fur kinda reminded him of his dad, and told him to keep working hard with the 'nice Mr. Piccolo'. He didn't want to let anyone down.
-=Break=-
End Chapter 2.
AN: And there we have it! The changes have begun, and I can already see things starting to fall apart on me. Oh well, that's the joys of writing fanfiction, I guess.
No, I'm not going to have Kakarot snake Vegeta's girl. As much as I'd like him to, Trunks is a neat character and I don't want to throw even more chaos into the mix. Yet. I reserve the right to change my mind at any point. As for Vegeta, he becomes such a perfect foil to Goku's character throughout the series that I don't plan on just killing him off. Yet. Again, I reserve the right to change my mind at any point. If you haven't heard of Ultra Ego yet, look it up. It's pretty epic.
Feel free to submit ideas on who Kakarot could end up with. I have an idea in mind, but I am willing to accept something else if you can give a good argument why. Aside from 'so-and-so doesn't deserve her', please.
As for everyone's power levels moving forward. I'm trying to err on the low side for now, if only to keep the power creep from going out of control, but numbers will be based, as much as possible, on how strong individuals get when they properly put in the effort. I.E. Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu all grew massively while training with King Kai for only a few months. More so than even Goku did, though they weren't as stressed about the amount of time they had and weren't stupid enough to fall off of Snake Way. Also, I truly believe that the show proved anyone who trained with a partner had faster 'gains' than others who trained alone.
That being said, here's where I'm placing everyone after just over two and a half months of training their way up to ten times gravity:
Kakarot: 12,000 (Perfect Oozaru: 120,000. 10x multiplier, but only lasts for 15 minutes without a full moon. I'm basing the 10x on what the WiKi calls Wrathful State, which is a non-transformed Oozaru state that Broly uses that can't be controlled…like all things related to Broly.)
Goku: 416 (The guy hasn't made it to King Kai's yet. It takes him over seven months, according to the WiKi. Which makes his 'gains' while training with King Kai ridiculously impressive.)
Piccolo: 1,000 (He's still focused on getting Gohan up to snuff. Their power spike will get BIG as the Saiyans get closer!)
Yamcha: 1,700 (With evidence of what success can look like, he gets motivated. Still a slacker, but also a good friend.)
Krillin: 2,000 (Baldy can lift more! Secretly my favorite non-Saiyan character. Shhh! Don't tell him!)
Tien: 2,500 (Still the strongest Earthling!)
Chiaotzu: 1,500 (Will forever be remembered for his rosy red cheeks…and single hair follicle.)
Yajirobe: 1,900 (Still strong, but more of a slacker than Yamcha. Pretty sure he hates Kakarot now.)
Gohan: 550 (Doesn't want to let everyone down…and we will always love the adorable little guy!)
As always, comments and reviews are welcome!
-Phail
