OPENING THEME
EPISODE 02:
IN AN INSTANT: RACE TO ESCAPE
"Your power is incredible," Goku remarked as he shrugged off the agony of his wounds. He had gotten over his surprise and ready for battle.
"Well, thank you, Kakarot. That means a lot, really," the man smirked, once again speaking in a condescending manner which Goku quickly realised was not only a character flaw but a trademark method to intimidate his opponents.
"With power like that, I don't think I can fight you in this form. Come on, what do you say and give me a fair chance?" Goku pleaded, smiling with anticipation.
Rather than respond, the warrior launched forward and Goku had a hard time tracking him down. He only saw him the instant he felt incredible pain to the stomach. Looking down, he noticed the heavy fist of his attacker and the ever-famous smirk.
Coughing up blood and saliva, Goku tried to speak, "Wh - What about fighting me at full strength?"
"How about I mess you up first - prove to you that I am not here to play around." The man twisted his fist and further embedded it into his stomach awakening screams of agony.
Laughing, he continued, "It's more fun when you idiots fight back, it really is." Opening his hand, he released a powerful gush of energy from his palm which sent Goku back at a terrific speed.
Catching himself, he bounced back and dashed forward, trying his best to land a punch or a kick but once again it just seemed as though the man stood still while he expended all of his energy to only miss by large margins.
Frustrated, Goku begged once more to understand the real reason behind the intended vengeance, "Answer me! Why are you doing this?"
"You should ask my father that."
Realising that he could not successfully connect any blows, he paused, "Your father? And who might that be? You say so as I though I should know him."
"Your good, ol' pal Vegeta, of course," the man smirked, to which Goku now realised, reminisced Vegeta's own.
Wide-eyed, he studied his opponent with a new perspective in mind. He studied his face which suddenly doubled to that of the man whom he claimed to be his father. They both shared the same tight jawline and the same chiselled nose that pointed up just a tad. The major difference was his eyes but they held the same battle-ready thirst that Goku had come to know so well over the years. In a way, it was as if he was looking at a younger version of the man.
"Vegeta has another son?" he blurted, finding it difficult to contain his surprise. Giddy from the realisation, he forgot all seriousness and gleefully exclaimed, "Yeah. I see the resemblance now. Whoa! Who would've guessed! Just when you think you know a guy."
With both hands clung tight around his stomach, he started laughing, "I wonder how Bulma would take this." As though he had suddenly remembered, his happy-go-lucky countenance quickly disappeared and he aggressively declared, "I don't care who you are but you are going to pay for what you've done."
"Humph." Moving with incredible speed, the man's body dissolved to nothing more than blurred streaks and once again Goku found himself searching but he readied himself in defence mode. However, it proved futile as the powerful blows edged into his arms and he released his hold thus opening himself to attack.
Grinning, the man did not hold up on his onslaught, allowing his victim to get no further away than a few centimetres after landing heavy blow after heavy blow. Goku was caught in a circle of misery with no way out and his cries of anguish sounded over the quiet of the ruined city. In the midst of it all, he managed to catch on to what was being said.
"And when I am finished with you, I'm going to pay my dear father a visit."
Struggling to think as he was being slowly pulverized to nothing more than a pool of blood, he figured out that he needed to escape not only for his sake but also for his friend's, 'He knows where Vegeta is. That's not good at all.'
Seeing no other way out, he struggled to lift his right arm towards his head. He pressed his index and middle fingers just above his eyebrow and his body started dissolving into thin air but somehow he was held by his feet and slammed towards the earth at full speed. Creating an impressive sinkhole, Goku struggled to get to his feet but before he could even begin to budge, he noticed his opponent before him. Once more, he was subjected to the tormenting onslaught and in finale, he was raked through the dirt with his head about fifty metres below the surface. Thinking it was finally over, the immense pain in his back was more painful than it should have been, as he had not anticipated it in the slightest. He soon realised that he was being held above the ground and his back was forced into his opponent's knee.
'He's too strong. And did he just stop me in the middle of my instant transmission technique? But that's instant!' He marvelled at the possibility, wiping away the blood from his mouth.
"If the children couldn't do much, what makes you think you could do anything," the warrior warned as he landed a powerful jab into the neck, "You too are obsessed by power and now look at you."
With a powerful kick, Goku was sent tumbling wildly before coming to a complete stop. He struggled to his feet but failed miserably as though gravity itself was pinning him in place. He made an effort to try the instant transmission technique once more but he was met with a head butt that sent him drunkenly back. He fell to his knees, blood springing from his head.
Running out of options, Goku desperately used a "Solar Flare" attack which sent exorbitant, white-hot rays about them. He shielded his eyes and resumed his effort to perform the instant transmission. However, a deep chuckle alerted him that his opponent was standing before him and he squinted for confirmation.
"Go ahead," the warrior calmly said.
Goku's body disappeared instantly.
"So that's what he was trying to do," he smirked, "A race, eh?" He picked up to the skies, leaving behind an impressive trail of energy.
Goku appeared before a startled Bulma, struggling to keep his footing. Despite her drained and lackluster manner, she dashed over to his aid, "Oh, no, you're hurt."
She directed him to sit down but he refused, "There's no time."
He staggered over to the lone bed in the room, trying his best not to fall over. He was overwhelmed with deep regret when he saw Vegeta's motionless body, "I couldn't sense Vegeta but I did sense you. Luckily you're both in the same place." He rested his palm on the man's shoulder and motioned her over with his head, "Grab hold, NOW!"
The last word was forced into a shout as the walls of the room crumbled away to reveal a quickly approaching figure to whom he immediately recognised as the young warrior he left behind mere seconds ago. Bulma barely touched Goku's back as she stared with wide, terrified eyes as a massive ball of energy neared. The heat of this blast unnerved her and she closed her eyes expecting the worst.
After what felt like a lifetime, she fearfully reopened her eyes and noticing that the great power ball was no longer a threat, she collapsed on all fours, gasping for breath as if she were a fish out of water.
"We should be safe here," Goku comforted as he slumped back into a sitting position, sighing loudly. He looked down at the motionless Vegeta who had not once flinched during the ordeal; his landing wasn't exactly the easiest as the bed he was on was not teleported with him.
Goku frowned at the extent of his injuries which were apparent from the multiple bandages about his person which were in plain sight now without the cover of the linen sheet.
"Man, he's fast," he acknowledged, "Where we were must have been no less than 6 miles away."
"Mom?" a small voice called over.
Bulma took a deep breath and picked herself up with a sense of newfound hope searing through her. She almost burst into tears when she saw her son and his best friend in a corner of the house, bruised and bleeding. She darted towards them and consoled the boys.
"Oh, no." She was clearly upset by their appearance, "But, how...?"
"I couldn't think of anywhere else at the time so I brought them here," Goku interjected as he finally flopped onto his back, his harsh breathing slowed down somewhat.
"Where are we?" she asked but her answer came immediately when a bumbling, old midget came rushing through from the adjoining room.
"What's all this ruckus going on in here?" he asked loudly. It was Master Roshi with a bottle of whiskey in tow. He lowered his shades and smiled lustfully at the woman in front of him. His voice became soft and excited, "Oh my, it's you Bulma. I guess dreams do come true!" He laughed victoriously.
"And us too!" called out Goku.
"Oh." Master Roshi seemed disappointed at first but it was quickly replaced with fury, "What the hell are you doing here anyway!"
"Well, short answer. We've got a real menace on our hands," Goku informed.
Bulma abandoned the boys and was raiding the cupboards and soon came across a bounty of medicine, gauzes and ointments much to her delight. She took up as much as her hands would allow and carefully carried them over to the boys who were not at all grateful when they noticed the familiar purple ointment.
"Oh, yeah and who might this be that is giving you all such a hard time?" asked Master Roshi in disbelief.
Without thinking, Goku blurted, "Vegeta's son."
END THEME:
PREVIEW OF NEXT EPISODE
Master Roshi wears a mischievous grin on his face, dashing forward with an opened bottle of whiskey in tow.
"Son Goku here! Whew! Barely made it out of there!"
He slips some of the alcohol down an unconscious Vegeta's throat.
"So I just sorta spilled the beans about who the young warrior is. Whoopsies! And Vegeta's out cold but don't worry, Master Roshi's on the job."
A startled Gohan appears in the room with his two-year old daughter in his hands. He is looking around, wondering how and why he was there.
"Gotta get some recruitments if I'm going to be able to stand a chance against Vegeta's son. See you NEXT TIME ON DRAGONBALL SUPER: POWERED UP: ASCENSION TO SUPER SAIYAN GOD"
END CREDITS : Author/Creator of the DBZ series and characters: Akira Toriyama
Author/Creator of this Story/Series; Creator of speed even faster than the instant transmission; a "What-the-hell-happened-to-Vegeta?" reaction to his being in the hospital to begin with; and a "Didn't-see-that-one-coming" to the guy being Vegeta's son?: Chrissi B (c) August 2015