Kami looked over the warriors he had chosen to train with him on the Lookout, taking note of their particular ki, their evident personalities, trying to get as much of a sense of who they were and what training would be best suited for them as he could. He took a deep breath and addressed the group.
"Greetings. As you are aware, in one year's time, two alien entities of immense power will land on this planet, intent upon the Dragon Balls I made for this planet so long ago. The conflict with their ally Raditz claimed the life of our dear and treasured friend Goku, who is currently seeking the training of the legendary martial arts master King Kai-sama, the Lord of the Worlds. Although my methods are not as extensive as his, I will do all I can to adequately prepare all six of you for the coming conflict with the resources I have available. I see no reason that your training should not begin immediately."
He gestured to Mr. Popo, who was standing behind him. "The concept of weighted clothing is familiar to all of you, through the training methods of Muten Roshi. His turtle shells weighed approximately thirty kilos, correct?"
"Sounds about right," Roshi replied.
"The material we have available to us is far more dense and heavy than Roshi's shell. We shall begin with a simple weighted gi of thirty kilos before moving on to the extremities and the heavier weights we have available. If you would all please stand still a moment, and take off your gis?"
Roshi, Krillin, and the others complied, except for Yajirobe, who was wondering why Kami had mentioned six fighters. Suddenly, Kami engulfed them with six beams of light which left them all clothed in gis which matched their usual color schemes-orange and blue for Yamcha, Krillin, and Roshi, green and yellow for Tien and Chiaotzu, and an orange gi for Yajirobe. The six were staggered to varied extents by the sudden weight, with Roshi having to power up in order to bear it and Chiatozu nearly falling to the ground. The others groaned, but kept their footing, and Yajirobe stumbled onto the ground.
"W-wait! Hold on, I didn't sign up for any of this!" he protested.
"Perhaps not, my friend, but if you do not participate, your planet will likely be destroyed, with you upon it," Kami replied sternly. Yajirobe promptly shut up. "Now...you will spar with Mr. Popo and each other while wearing gis and bands of various weights, in order to acclimate yourself to their effects. You will also have to grow accustomed to the reduced air on this Lookout. I shall observe your progress and offer advice where I can, but this training shall largely be at your own discretion once you have all surpassed Mr. Popo. Thank you for your understanding...and good luck."
With that, the six warriors began their training.
2 Weeks, 5 Days
It was a calm night on the Lookout, the group having concluded their training and Good Launch preparing them one final meal before they rested for the night. All of the fighters were in relatively good spirits in spite of their apparent setbacks, save for one-Yajirobe. Opposed to the entire situation from the start, the repeated injuries at the hands of Mr. Popo, and his own patronizing comments, did nothing to improve his demeanor.
Yamcha had just told the group an amusing anecdote about his tryout for West City's major league baseball team, to the approval of all, but paused when he saw that Yajirobe was not taking part in the festivities.
"Hey, man, you doing alright?" he asked the samurai. "You seem like you've been kinda down lately."
"Ugh, it's that stupid genie guy! Keeps getting on my nerves."
"Aw, he's not so bad," Yamcha replied consolingly. "Popo's just an, uh...acquired taste."
"Yeah, he can actually be pretty funny when he isn't sparring with you," Krillin added.
"Still, fighting him is so annoying! He just pops up out of nowhere sometimes, faster than you can see! How are you supposed to block that?"
"That would be where energy sensing comes into play," Master Roshi interjected, his gaze being momentarily drawn away from Launch as the conversation continued.
Yajirobe, Yamcha, Krillin, and Chiaotzu were all confused by this, while Tien gave a knowing nod. "Energy sensing?" Krillin eventually asked.
"Indeed," Roshi replied. "Mr. Popo still outmatches all of us in terms of sheer physical speed. Your only hope of gaining an advantage besides simply getting stronger is by honing the ability to sense an opponent's energy and react accordingly."
The others began to nod. "Now that you mention it, Goku seemed to know that Raditz was coming," Krillin remarked, to which Tien nodded again.
"Any warrior experienced in the manipulation of ki will likely develop the technique on their own through intense training or meditation," Tien informed the group. "Goku likely learned how to do it during his time up here, and refined it over the last five years. And as for Roshi, well, he's spent more time training in the use of ki than the rest of us combined. It's only natural that he'd have developed the technique sooner or later."
"Can you do it, Tien?" Yamcha asked, out of curiosity.
Tien chuckled. "Why, yes, actually. I'd been dimly aware of the ability for years, but only within the last few years did I succeed in fully mastering it."
"Well, that explains how you two have done so much better against Mr. Popo," Krillin concluded, to which the pair of them chuckled.
"If you would like, I imagine the two of us could walk you through the basics. Might give you the edge you need," Tien offered, with a slight wink directed at Yajirobe, who merely scoffed in reply.
"Whatever," he answered.
The others were, as to be expected, far more enthusiastic as they gathered around the pair of warriors, Mr. Popo and Kami observing them from the courtyard with a smile.
4 Months, 17 Days
Kami looked on as Yajirobe swung wildly at Mr. Popo, struggling to break through his guard in spite of the limitations of his fully equipped gi. Roshi stood next to him, having defeated the genie in combat 2 weeks ago and moving beyond the limits of his 130 kilo gi, wristbands, and shoes.
"Amazing how quickly they all took to it, huh?" Roshi remarked.
"Indeed. Even Yajirobe, whose efforts thus far have been particularly lacking."
"Well...promising him a fully cooked meal every time he beat Mr. Popo probably had something to do with it," he said, smirking, to which Kami replied in kind.
"Still, you all are growing far stronger than Goku did during his three years with us."
"Eh, if I had to guess, I'd say it was our age and experience. Children can only grow so strong, and Goku was only 15 when he came here."
"Perhaps. But in any event-," he began before Yajirobe knocked Mr. Popo to the ground, yelling triumphantly, "I believe you are all ready to fully set out on your own with training, as you have exceeded the capacity of our best weighted equipment."
"Indeed. I'm curious to see what new techniques the others will develop during their training."
Kami nodded before an idea struck him. "Actually...there may be one other method through which I can assist your training."
"Oh?"
"The technique you displayed against Mr. Popo when you fought him, where you increase your muscle mass."
"Hm...yes," Master Roshi pondered. "It is indeed very powerful. I have wondered for some time whether or not my disciples should learn it, but from my own experience, I'm not sure how much of an advantage it will give. It's incredibly draining, and prevents any movement at all at full power."
"Still, with some refinement...it may prove a useful tool," Kami mused. At this, Roshi chuckled. "Hm? Did I say something funny?"
"No, no, it's just...it keeps hitting me how long it's been since I was a disciple of...well, anyone, ever since my own had perished. I had long considered myself to be the master, and now..."
Kami chuckled. "Well, my friend, you may not be a master anymore, but you are most certainly still a teacher, and a valued one at that."
"You really think so?"
"Of course. Why else would your disciples continue to seek your guidance even as their strength grows to surpass yours?"
Roshi had to chuckle at that. "Well...seems this old coot is still useful for something, at least." He then called down the others from an aerial sparring match, just as Launch and Mr. Popo had finished preparing dinner for Yajirobe. "You four! I wish to speak to you all!"
The four landed as instructed and awaited his command.
Kami cast a sideways glance at Roshi as he addressed them, "It's about time you all begin the next stage of your training. As you have all surpassed Mr. Popo, the next step is to continue to grow stronger by sparring with each other. Learning from each other, learning to trust each other with your lives. You have already learned several techniques from each other, but now, your teacher Roshi will impart upon you his most powerful technique, which I shall teach you all to refine as much as possible in preparation for the Saiyans' arrival. Now...I shall leave the finer points of instruction to your old master."
Roshi smiled as Kami walked away, and readied himself to teach once more.
5 Months, 24 Days
Roshi scowled as he observed the others in their sparring match. Tien and Chiaotzu were engaged in fighting Krillin in the sky, all of the fighters save Yajirobe having long ago learned the art of flight through ki manipulation from them.
"Something wrong, Master Roshi?" Yamcha asked as he continued to look up in disgust. He scoffed.
"To think, the technique of my hated rival is the one we must learn above all others if we are to defeat these Saiyans..."
Yamcha paused to consider this. "Sir, the two aliens likely have the same power of flight that Raditz showed off. If you don't learn how to-"
"I know, I know. Still...I keep wondering why I never figured it out during all of my years of training."
"Well, you definitely figured out a lot of other cool stuff," Yamcha replied.
"Heh. I'm still wondering how you learned that other technique of yours. It's remarkably potent, and versatile, to boot."
"Well, sir, perhaps we could work out a trade-you go learn how to fly, and I'll teach you the Spirit Ball."
Roshi chuckled. "Seems like a fair deal," he said as Krillin landed, concluding a sparring session with Chiaotzu.
"Woo-hoo! Flying is awesome!"
Roshi sighed before looking up at Tien and Chiaotzu. "Say...you two got room for one more sparring partner?"
6 Months, 13 Days
It was a brisk morning when Roshi awoke to the sensation of a large quantity of ki rising before gradually dispersing, leaving the ki weaker as a result. He could recognize the particular ki signature almost immediately, and stepped outside of the Lookout's living quarters to investigate. It didn't take him long to find Chiaotzu standing in the courtyard, trying in vain to access the Max Power transformation.
As Yajirobe had expressed no interest in putting effort into learning a technique that could do that much damage to one's body over time, only Roshi's own disciples had attempted the technique after he had walked through it with them several weeks prior. Yamcha had only recently gotten the hang of using it, and channeling its base power in the form of a Max Power Spirit Ball. However, Krillin and Tien took to it quickly, and improved upon the technique with Kami's help. He could sense that their improvements, besides allowing for far more freedom of movement, also increased their power by 25%, modifications that he was still struggling to attain himself even as they figured out how to channel the form's power into their own signature attacks. They were all progressing rather nicely by Roshi's estimation, but, unfortunately, Chiaotzu was the sole exception. Already starting to fall behind and only barely managing to beat Mr. Popo in his weighted clothing two weeks before, this latest development left Chiaotzu even more outclassed, which Roshi could tell frustrated him greatly.
Roshi then sensed the familiar presence of Mr. Popo observing Chiaotzu beside him, unsure of when he had gotten there. Roshi still wasn't quite sure what to make of the friendly genie, but he at least knew that he was devoted to the protection of Earth and to his own master, a devotion which Roshi could respect.
"He's been at this since midnight," Mr. Popo remarked. "I told him to get some rest, but he angrily waved me off. It's very unlike him."
"Indeed. Perhaps I should have a talk with him," Roshi replied, and began walking towards Chiaotzu just as he was about to begin another attempt.
"Alright, Chiaotzu, that's enough!" Roshi said sternly.
Chiaotzu ignored him and continued trying to power up.
"You've been at this for far too long! You're going to hurt yourself!"
Chiaotzu's veins began to show themselves all throughout his body as his power level rose.
"CHIAOTZU!" Roshi bellowed, breaking Chiaotzu's concentration and causing him to fail the attempt. He fell to the ground panting for a moment before getting back up and pointing his finger accusingly at Roshi.
"What was that for?! I almost had it!"
"No, you didn't," Roshi replied calmly, yet sternly. "The Max Power technique causes an extreme expansion in mass due to the infusion of ki into the body. If the body isn't developed enough to handle this increase, it could collapse from the pressure and kill the user."
"I just need more time to get the hang of it! I know I can do it!" Chiaotzu protested.
Roshi sighed. "...I'm afraid you won't ever be able to, Chiaotzu."
Before Chiaotzu could respond, Roshi continued, "Look, I'm...not entirely sure how your body works compared to the others, but at the rate it seems to be developing, you're not going to become physically mature enough to handle the transformation for years, maybe decades. And in the meantime, continually trying to force it is only going to hurt you more down the road. ...I'm sorry, Chiaotzu, but I cannot allow you to attempt to master this technique any longer."
Chiaotzu was crestfallen, and tears began creeping out of the corner of his eyes.
"B-but I've got to! I have to get stronger! I have to!" he cried out before pausing. "If I can't get strong enough to do anything against those Saiyans, the entire Earth will be destroyed. And then Tien and Launch would...would..."
"I know," Roshi said, laying his hand onto his shoulder. "I know how much they both mean to you. But destroying yourself before the Saiyans even get here isn't going to be of much help to them, now is it?"
Chiaotzu shook his head slowly, evidently dejected.
"I just...I wish I could do more. It feels like all I'm doing is holding everyone else back."
"On the contrary, kid, you hold far more potential than you realize. Sure, you may not excel in terms of pure fighting strength, but with regards to your other abilities..."
"You mean my telekinetic powers?" Chiaotzu replied.
"Exactly. Master Kami may be able to help you tap some of your hidden potential. And if you could manage to immobilize the Saiyans even briefly...it could give us a distinct combat advantage."
Chiaotzu's eyes gleamed at the prospect.
"Don't worry! I won't let you down, Muten Roshi!" Chiaotzu affirmed before pausing for a second, Roshi chuckling all the while. It wasn't often that Chiaotzu referred to him by that honorific, instead simply calling him "Mr. Roshi." To be addressed as his master, instead of his rival Shen…Roshi simply smiled.
"I know you won't."
8 Months, 6 Days
After a long, hard day of training, the group gathered around the improvised dinner table for a feast, cooked by Mr. Popo and Good Launch, who had become fast friends in their mutual love of preparing food. Roshi ate happily along with the others, looking upon their progress with the natural enthusiasm of a teacher. Once again, he had to marvel at the new generation of fighters.
Upon thinking of Tien's successes, he suddenly noticed his absence at the dinner table. He looked around before glancing at the top of Kami's Lookout, spotting the errant guest meditating on the spire, lost in thought. He excused himself and clumsily flew up to greet him.
"Heh. Looks I still got to get the hang of this," he said, trying to break the ice. Tien simply ignored him, and the two sat in silence for a while before he tried again.
"Anything in particular eating at you?"
Tien ignored him before sighing and answering his inquiry. "It's really stupid."
"Oh, I don't know about that."
"Trust me, it is."
"Well, are you going to tell me, or do I have to guess?" Roshi said, chuckling. Tien didn't respond, which Roshi took as a yes. "It's about the girl, isn't it?"
Tien's third eye widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "Yes." Roshi sat patiently until Tien eventually explained. "The last five years, with her around, have been...complicated. At first, when she showed up at our cottage, I just turned her away. I was determined not to have my training encumbered by any...distractions. Then things would be quiet for a while-days, weeks, months on some occasions. But, as soon as she turned Bad again, she'd come roaring right back, usually on the run from the cops of whatever city she just stole something from. So the process continued for a while-Bad Launch showing up, turning into Good Launch and wondering how she'd got there, then me sending her off. If it were late, sometimes I'd let her spend the night, leave at morning. But Bad Launch just kept showing up, no matter how hard I tried to get rid of her."
The two were silent for a while. "...Go on," Roshi eventually said.
"About...two or three years ago, something changed. I had just let Good Launch stay the night during a blizzard, and the winds were too strong in the morning for her to go back or for me to carry her to the nearest city. So...she stayed for two more days, in her Good form, and we ended up talking a lot. Just simple things, you know-what each of us planned to do with our lives, how we'd gotten to be the people we were today. Eventually, right as the storm broke, she turned Bad, which made it all the more difficult to get her out of the house. We had a pretty big argument then, and she did something that I never would have expected. She...left the cottage in tears. Chiaotzu wanted me to go after her, but I was too angry at her to care. The next day, however, something even more surprising happened."
"Hm?" Roshi asked.
"Good Launch...came back. Even more shocking, she came back angry. At first, I wasn't sure what I'd done to upset her, but then I realized something: she remembered. She still didn't know what she had done as Bad Launch that night, but she remembered everything I had said to her, and demanded an apology. I hastily offered one, without even thinking. And from then on, Good Launch decided to live with the two of us." He chuckled resignedly. "I still can't decide what's more strange-that she would make that decision even after she remembered all of that, or...that it hasn't been nearly as bad as I thought it would be."
Roshi was silent for a long time before he finally said, "So...you're wondering if life with her is the kind of life you want."
Tien was shocked. "H-how did you-?"
"Intuition. Also..." Roshi tapped his head a few times. Tien got the message, and chuckled slightly.
"Heh. You always were an annoying old man."
"Still, it's pretty obvious you're conflicted on the whole thing, even without mind reading."
"I-it is?"
"Yup. We've all seen how both forms look at you. Wasn't hard to piece together."
"O-oh," he said, blushing.
"The only question is how you feel."
"...You know, in retrospect, talking to you about this might not have been the best call."
Roshi had to laugh heartily at that one. "Nope! Nope, probably not!" Tien simply groaned.
"It's...I don't know. I think I just...need more time to...to sort all this out."
"Well, maybe not too much time," Roshi cautioned. "You may not have as long as you think."
Tien thought about it for a moment.
"Just saying, you might want to get all of your affairs in order before you leave this Lookout."
Tien was silent, lost in thought once more. Roshi chuckled.
"Good talk, as always," he said. "I'll have Launch save you a plate if you're hungry."
With that, he leap off the spire and returned to the others.
"...Thanks," Tien muttered when he was out of earshot.
10 Months, 15 Days
"Our time together will soon be at an end, my friends."
Kami made the announcement to a shocked crowd(with the exception of the usually indifferent Yajirobe).
"I know this may be an unpleasant surprise to you all. I must admit I have grown accustomed to your continual presence here, and will miss it greatly. However, you have all far surpassed myself and Mr. Popo, and have succeeded in every endeavor we have assisted you in. There is simply nothing more that either of us can do to prepare you for the threat of the Saiyans. Your best hope is to spend the remaining time before their arrival training on your own and refining what you have learned during your time here. I wish you all good luck, and pray that you succeed."
The fighters' hearts were still sore from this farewell, but they nevertheless packed up their belongings after having one last feast in celebration of their time together. They were about to say their goodbyes to each other until Roshi suggested that they train at Kame House instead of on their own, arguing that the time sparring together would be far more productive than if it were spent on their own. With all of them save Yajirobe agreeing to this proposition, the group they all flew off of the Lookout as Yajirobe took off in his hovercar, dropping off Bad Launch at the foot of Korin's Tower despite her protestations to be later picked up by Tien.
Kami felt the ki of his temporary pupils for a while longer before turning back towards Mr. Popo.
"Are you sure that it is wise not to inform them?" Mr. Popo asked him.
"Their morale is shaky enough as it is without my condition making things worse," Kami replied.
"B-but sir, if they knew, they might be able to do something with their wish on the Dragon Balls!" Mr. Popo said, panicked at the prospect of what Kami's condition meant.
"I'm afraid it would not be possible. The Dragon Balls cannot do for me what I cannot do for myself. And I can no more halt or revert my own aging than could any other man. Besides...perhaps it is truly my time."
"S-sir, surely you don't mean that!"
"Think about it. Due to the life link between us, I watched powerless as King Piccolo cast the world into darkness on two separate occasions. When his son sought to avenge his father's death, my only recourse was to fight through an innocent proxy, and even then I failed to defeat him and had to be saved by Goku. And now, with these Saiyans and the threat they pose to the Earth, the best I can do is to teleport Goku's body to Other World and send his friends to fight my battle for me."
Mr. Popo couldn't say anything as Kami concluded, "No. This is my time. My time to end and allow the new generation to make up for my failures."
"B-but sir...Goku already turned down your offer to become the next Guardian of Earth. Who would you have replace you?"
"I...am not sure. But I am certain that whoever it ends up being shall be more accomplished than I in that task."
"K-Kami-sama..." Mr. Popo finally said, overcome by sadness at the outcome facing his beloved master.
Kami sighed. "I am sorry, my friend, but I cannot avoid my fate any more than I can defeat those Saiyans out there."
He paused before he finally stated what they both knew to be true.
"Before this year has come to an end, regardless of whether Piccolo falls to these Saiyans or the Earth is saved, I will die of natural causes. And with my death, the Dragon Balls shall perish with me."
Mr. Popo lost all composure as tears escaped his eyes. Kami walked to the edge of the Lookout and looked up at the sky, thinking of his first and greatest pupil.
"Even so...I can think of no better person to receive their last blessing...Son Goku."
11 Months, 30 Days
Over the next month and a half, training in the vicinity of Kame House proceeded swiftly, with their freedom of movement greatly aided by the power of flight. Working together, each warrior was able to focus on refining their weaknesses and further enhancing their existing abilities; Chiaotzu further refined the telekinetic techniques he had learned from Kami, Yamcha and Roshi perfected the improved Max Power transformation, Roshi mastered the power of flight, and Krillin and Tien focused on further developing their own techniques, Max Power or otherwise. Roshi himself had departed from their impromptu training ground a mile away from the island to return home, greeting the likes of Bulma, Oolong, Turtle, Puar, and Good Launch as he made his way to the restroom. He could still sense the struggle occurring between Krillin and Tien as the former tried to hit the latter with a new technique he had developed, the Scattering Bullet. Just then, however, he felt a strange sensation, as if his mind were being accessed by a distant source.
"Master Roshi! Can you hear me?!"
It was a voice that he recognized all too well. And it was coming directly from his own head.
"W-what the-?! Is that you, Goku?!"
"Yeah!"
"How is this possible? Kami said you were training in Other World-how are you talking to me from there?"
"King Kai is able to communicate telepathically with anyone he wants across the whole universe."
Roshi raised his eyebrow. "Is that right…?"
"Yuh-huh! Anyway, did you guys gather the Dragon Balls?"
"Y-yes! Everyone pitched in while we were training up on Kami's Lookout."
"Really? Awesome! Cuz, uh...you kinda need to wish me back to life. Like, right now."
"What? Why?"
"Well, the Saiyans are going to land on Earth tomorrow, and-"
Roshi almost fell out of the toilet seat and onto the floor. "What did you say?!" he exclaimed. "Tomorrow?! That's a month sooner than we thought!"
"Well, because somebody doesn't own a clock-"
"I was getting around to buying one!" Roshi hears a nasally voice exclaim in the background.
"-I need to head back to King Yemma's place as soon as possible so that Kami can get me back here."
"A-alright! Just give us a few minutes, okay?"
"Okay, but don't take too long. It could take me as long as two days to get back."
No sooner had Launch walked up to the bathroom door to see what was wrong with Roshi than Roshi had thrown the door open on its hinges, narrowly avoiding her face. He frantically turned to Oolong and Bulma.
"You two! Get the Dragon Balls! Hurry!"
He then hurried out the door and flew off towards the improvised training field, where Tien and Krillin had paused while Yamcha and Chiaotzu floated nearby, observing.
"All of you, come quick!" Roshi exclaimed upon his arrival, to the surprise of everyone. "The Saiyans are coming tomorrow!"
"W-what?!" Krillin and Yamcha exclaimed, while Tien and Chiaotzu were equally shocked.
"I was just talking to Goku telepathically, and he told me that they'll be here a day before he is! We have to resurrect him as quickly as possible!"
"T-tomorrow?" Yamcha repeated in a small voice. "We were counting on a whole month longer to train-what if we still aren't strong enough?!"
Roshi looked up at the sky as it suddenly turned black all around them, the signal that the Dragon Balls had been gathered and Shenron had been summoned. The others saw the glowing dragon off in the distance as he prepared to bring their friend back from the dead.
"We're going to have to be."
At last! It is done!
Ho, man, I truly apologize for the wait on this one, folks. Life, school, just general lack of motivation, sorting out how the story was going to go, getting caught up thinking of a whole other story and then trying to reconcile the changes to the plot I wanted to make in that with the ones here so they don't seem samey, and-it was a mess. But, it's done, and with it, we have used up all of our downtime before the action begins with the fight against the Saiyans.
Not too much I was raring to say for this one, although I am aware some viewers are more...shall we say...power inclined than others. So, I've decided to draft up a little power level rating for our heroes after all this.
Now, because Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo's training wasn't any different, they're all the same, at 8,000, 981, and 3,500, respectively. Yajirobe's also basically the same, going from 970 in the manga to 1,000 here due to putting in a microcosm more effort and the additional sparring partner he had.
As for the others, between various differences in their training methodology, the general training on the Lookout, the benefits of learning how to use Roshi's Max Power transformation for themselves and refining it into a 25% power increase, and Roshi's decision to have them train together instead of separately, everyone's a lot stronger here than in the original story.
Yamcha: 1,480 originally; about 1,800 now, 2,250 at Max.
Tien: 1,830 originally; about 2,200 now, 2,750 at Max.
Krillin: 1,770 originally; about 2,100 now, 2,625 at Max.
Chiaotzu: 610 originally; 750 now, but with greater telekinetic potential.
Roshi: 750 in base, 1,000 when at 50%, and 1,250 when at Max power.
And, as always, Nappa's at 4,000, and Vegeta's at 18,000.
Ultimately, I think it's fair to put Roshi at being just a little above Gohan in terms of his power when fighting seriously, because as experienced and skilled a fighter as he is, he's still an old man, and thus would have more difficulty getting stronger.
Anyway, once again, let me all know what you think of this one in the comments. I'd love to hear your opinions on it. In the meantime, stay tuned for chapter 3 as we fight the Saiyans for the fate of the Earth.