Dragon Ball Z: Dynasty

Written by: Feraligreater328 and StevenBodner

Chapter 50: The Rebirth of Son Gine

On Kami's Lookout…

Gohan screamed in anguish as Garlic Jr. held him down by the throat and forced the spout of the bottle containing the rancid Blackwater Mist into his mouth. The boy could feel himself fading, as much as he tried to resist it. He knew that he couldn't take much more of this and the terror of his situation was setting in. Gohan was helpless at the moment, and as far as he knew, no one was coming to save him. Garlic Jr. chuckled. "Yes boy. Just breathe it in. The less you resist, the quicker the pain ends and the quicker you can join up with the winning team~"

As the Makyan King continued to forcibly convert Gohan, suddenly, a flash of brilliant, golden light shone out behind him. He turned towards the entrance to Kami's throne room and saw, in the inky black distance, a shining golden form that seemed to be staring right at him. "What in the hell?"

He looked around at his enthralled, Earthling subjects and saw the wavering fear in their eyes. Garlic Jr. scowled. "Swallow those lumps in your throats and get out there to see what that is!"

Unable to defy their master, the vampirized Z-Fighters all marched out from the throne room, with Garlic Jr. and the captive Gohan following behind. Once they all stepped out, they came upon a truly marvelous, yet terrifying sight: Gine was standing there, wreathed in a pure, golden energy. The angels themselves seemed to sing at this mysterious new presence cutting through the darkness that had enveloped the entire planet. Garlic Jr. snarled. "What is...?"

He looked and saw the wide-eyed expressions on each of his minions faces. "What is it?! What are you all gawking at?!"

None of them got a chance to answer as Gohan did in their place. There was whimsy in the boy's voice as he addressed the new, but quite familiar form standing before them all with a smile on his face. "S-Super Saiyan..."

Garlic Jr. growled. "Super Saiyan?!"

Missing the point, the imp chuckled. "Super Saiyan?! Is that what qualifies for 'super' nowadays?! Dyeing your hair?!"

Garlic Jr. spat. "KRILLIN! YAMCHA! TEAR HER INTO PIECES!"

Fearful as both were, neither Krillin nor Yamcha were in any position to resist Garlic Jr.'s orders. The two of them leapt in, each going for a strike at Gine. In one fluid motion, Gine avoided both strikes. Left hanging midair, neither vampirized warrior had any time to respond before Gine delivered her counterattack. The Saiyan woman charged energy into both of her fists and sent a golden shockwave through both Krillin and Yamcha, causing them each to expel a howling, black cloud of evil from their mouths. As the demonic mist escaped both of their bodies and dispersed into nothing, Krillin and Yamcha's eyes rolled back and they both fell unconscious onto the Lookout, totally purified of the Makyan influence that had turned them wicked.

Garlic Jr.'s eyes widened, his pupils practically burning with venom and hatred. "What?! H-How did...?! Wh-WH-WHAT THE HELL IS SPICE DOING?! WHERE IS HE WHEN I NEED HIM?!"

"Burning."

Garlic Jr. flinched. "Wha-"

Gine stepped forward, causing the surface of the Lookout to crack under her feet. "Spice is burning in Hell. But don't worry, you will see him again soon."

Garlic Jr. trembled, his flaming confidence dying down to a mere ember. "I-I..."

He stared into Gine's steely, emerald eyes and then, needing to escape from her reach, leapt back. Gohan gasped in pain, flailing like a ragdoll in Garlic Jr.'s grip. The Makyan shouted. "Tien! Chiaotzu! Kill!"

The two of them flew in close, Tien readying a heavy strike and Chiaotzu using his full telekinetic power to envelope Gine. The Super Saiyan briefly paused in place. Tien and Chiaotzu both got in close to hit her, but then Gine shattered her way from Chiaotzu's mental grip. She delivered two more of the same punch from before, expelling the wicked energy from Tien and Chiaotzu's bodies and leaving them limp on the ground. Gine focused her attention back on Garlic Jr., continuing her march forward. She stepped over Tien, and then over Chiaotzu, dropping a small portion of her energy onto the smaller warrior. This small action went unnoticed as Piccolo, with no prompting from Garlic Jr., stepped between Gine and his master. "That's far enough, Saiyan."

Gine sighed. "Come on, Piccolo. You have two whole other people in your soul, can't you all work together and just break this...?"

Piccolo assumed a fighting stance and Gine groaned, taking one right back at him. And then, the two of them clashed. Garlic Jr. laughed as Gine and Piccolo fought, his confidence coming back to him. Yamcha and Krillin, Tien and Chiaotzu, all mere ants compared to his strongest puppet! Garlic Jr. laughed out loud. "You might as well roll over and die right now, Saiyan! You've no chance against him! He's much stronger than that weakling, idiot Spice!"

Gine wasn't listening to Garlic Jr. prattle on. Not that his words mattered in any way whatsoever. He was totally wrong. Now, more than ever before, Gine had a chance. All of the fear in her heart, all of the angst and the self-loathing and the sadness, it had all vanished away in the Hermit Spring. And as a result, Gine had never felt more ready to take on any and all of the challenges life could throw at her. She was lighter than air, free of the sins that she had felt crushing her before. Her strength had surged, the warrior within had risen to the top of her spirit. Gine was here, defending Earth with all of her might, and she had never felt more like a true warrior. A true Saiyan.

Her power flowed from her with each and every blow she gave and received in kind. In her Super Saiyan form, she felt almost unstoppable. Her fist smashed into Piccolo's and electric power flared out from the both of them, burning streaks across the ground.

Piccolo was still above her in strength, but that didn't matter to Gine. As it turned out, hardheaded grit was not just a trait that Bardock had given to Goku. Gine took each blow in stride, waiting for her opportunity to hit back and take Piccolo off the table. Once that situation came, via a fumbled punch from the Namekian, Gine charged in to deliver the final blow in this fight. Charging as much energy as she could muster into her fist, Gine delivered a devastating uppercut to Piccolo's chest. The dark mist went shooting from his mouth with an agony-laden shriek, and then Piccolo fell backwards into unconsciousness.

As Piccolo crashed onto the ground, Gine stepped forward. She wiped her bloody nose and spat another bit of blood from her mouth. She then continued her death march towards the horrified Makyan King. With no more obstacles in her way, Spice Boys and Z-Fighters alike having been felled, Gine stepped towards Garlic Jr. radiating more killing intent than she had ever managed in her entire life prior. Garlic Jr. stepped back, his lips trembling, and desperately spat a tasteless threat. "You think this is the end?! Not a chance! Let's see you hit your own flesh and blood that hard!"

The Makyan King opened his mouth wide, fangs glinting in the red moonlight, and started to bite down towards Gohan's neck. But in a flash, this plan was totally foiled.

Feeling a sudden force snatch him away and hearing that force skid to a stop, Gohan weakly cracked his eyes open. He smiled as he felt a familiar, caring warmth pressed up against him and looked up to see the loving face of his grandmother. Gohan smiled. "Grandma Gine... I... I knew you wouldn't... run away and leave us..."

Gine nodded, the beginnings of tears welling in her eyes. "No. Not again. Never again."

Behind them, as the two Saiyans shared a moment, a bitter and pained shriek rang out into the empty air. It was Garlic Jr., and the Makyan King had a good reason to shriek in pain. In rushing to pull Gohan from the imp's grasp, Gine had blitzed into him at max speed. And that max speed blitz had taken Garlic Jr.'s entire left arm and a good portion of his torso with it. The Makyan King stood there, barely able to under his own power, and screamed in rage and pain and frustration.

He turned, glowering at the woman that had so critically injured him, and charged at her like a freight train. In response, Gine stood and gave a punch of her own, sending Garlic Jr. shredding across the Lookout and into the side of Kami's castle. The castle crumbled on top of Garlic Jr. as Gine stared on. And then, with one last sniffle, Gine wiped her eyes clear with her free hand. "The time for crying and tears is over."

Gine glanced over at the heap of fallen Z-Fighters and called out. "CHIATOZU! GET UP!"

Snapping awake, Chiaotzu quickly sat up. "Y-Yes, ma'am?!"

Gine marched over, placing Gohan at Chiaotzu's feet. She placed her hand on the human's shoulder and nodded. "Use your telekinesis and get everyone off of this Lookout. Go and find Lord Kami and Master Korin. I, meanwhile, will end this Makyan nightmare for good."

She turned and started to walk back towards the ruins of Kami's castle. Chiaotzu called after her. "W-Wait! Shouldn't we wake everyone up?! If we all work together-"

Gine turned and glared at Chiaotzu, her steely eyes telling him straight away that this was not a debate. Chiaotzu instantly clammed up, swallowing a lump in his throat, and then did as he was told. He gathered his other allies in his telekinesis and leapt over the side of the Lookout. With her allies safe, Gine turned her attention back to the shaking rubble just in time to see Garlic Jr. burst from it. The Makyan was fully healed and fully pissed off. He and Gine stared at each other, neither budging nor flinching.

And then, as was characteristic for him, Garlic Jr. broke into another psychotic rant. "YOU SAIYANS! YOU MISERABLE SAIYANS! STEPPING INTO MAKYAN AFFAIRS EVERY STEP OF THE WAY! I AM GOING TO-"

Gine cleared the distance between herself and Garlic Jr. in a flash and delivered a massive boot to the imp's face. Garlic Jr. was sent sliding back, but he recovered quickly. He snarled at Gine, but Gine did not back down. Garlic Jr. charged and levied a massive punch toward the Saiyan, but she blocked and responded with an elbow to his throat.

Garlic Jr. shrieked and went full-on insane in his fighting style. If one could even call it a fighting style. The imp lumbered at Gine, tossing sloppy hit after sloppy hit, each effort Gine casually deflected or sidestepped. At the end of the day, Garlic Jr. really was little more than a spoiled brat throwing his weight around. After tiring of his rampage, Gine lifted her foot into the air and drove it into the top of Garlic Jr.'s skull. The imp's eyes bugged out and blood spurted from his nose. And then, with all of her might, Gine levied a massive right hook across Garlic Jr.'s face, sending him tumbling backwards towards the edge of the Lookout.

The Makyan imp looked back at the endless abyss stretching behind him, and then towards Gine. He screamed with rage. "Stupid bitch! Die!"

He pulled his hands to his side and charged the ultimate attack of the Makyan race. "GARLIC CANNON!"

The blast came shooting right at Gine's face, but it didn't phase her. Instead, the Saiyan woman merely raised a single hand and fired her own attack back. "Mother's Burst."

Gine's attack struck Garlic's and there was not even a beam struggle. Her attack pierced through his and crashed right into Garlic Jr's screaming face, pummeling the Makyan King to the ground and leaving him a smoking heap. She stepped forward again, marching right up to what was left of Garlic Jr. on the ground with a look of harsh anger in her eyes. Laying in a puddle at her feet, the Makyan monarch fearfully cowered. As he trembled, Gine raised her hand and prepared to finish it. But then, Garlic Jr. began to grovel and beg. "P-Please! Don't kill me! Please! I... I don't mean to be the way that I am! I-I hate myself for all of this!"

Gine didn't lower her hand, but she did flinch a bit at this sudden turn of face. Garlic Jr. sniveled. "P-Please! I'm just a boy! You're a mother, yes?! C-Can't you sympathize?! I'm just a scared child! I... I just... I just want my daddy back!"

All went silent. Garlic Jr.'s eyes filled with tears. "Please..."

Gine closed her eyes and sighed through her nose. And then, she responded in a very calm tone. "Bullshit."

Garlic Jr. flinched, the tears in his eyes vanishing. "Wh-What?!"

Gine said it again, never lowering her hand. "Everything you just said is bullshit. Next time you try to lie like that, at least try to make your eyes seem like they mean it!"

Garlic Jr. sneered. Gine continued. "You're not a poor, lost child. You're a sociopathic, hateful, self-serving, bitter little monster that acts like he has the right to be offended that his brutal tyrant of a father fell to bigger, badder, better, brutal tyrants! A twisted imp so far up his own ass that he can't just accept that his race was never going to rule the galaxy and is willing to bulldoze over billions of innocents just so he can think that he was right all along!"

The Makyan King snarled, regrowing an arm from his pile of melting flesh. "How dare you speak to a king that way?!"

Before Garlic Jr. could do anything with that arm, however, Gine smashed it right back off with a single kick. She then fell to her knees and wrapped her left hand around Garlic Jr.'s throat. Gine raised her right hand high and scowled at the bastard. Garlic Jr. screamed at her. "You and your entire race! I swear it! I will darken every star in the universe just so you miserable Saiyans can chill to death in my hatred! If it's the last thing I manage to do! You will all pay!"

Gine gripped her fist tighter around Garlic's throat. She charged a blast in her free and then bent down closer. "You want the Saiyans to burn? Fine. Wish granted."

Garlic Jr. flinched. "Wh-What?!"

Gine spat at the Makyan. "They're dead. All of them. The entire Saiyan empire. King Vegeta. Everyone on Planet Vegeta, other than my family, is long dead. For over 2 decades now."

Garlic Jr.'s jaw dropped. Gine continued. "They didn't last much longer than the Makyan Empire did, funnily enough."

The Makyan shrieked. "B-But King Cold-"

Gine's voice didn't waver as she spoke with total confidence. "He's dead too. My husband and my three sons... they went and got rid of him personally mere months ago. Everything that you're trying to burn in your rage, Garlic Jr., is already burning. In Hell. And you are more than welcome to go and see for yourself."

Garlic Jr.'s pupils shrank. He looked from Gine to the blast in her hand and then back to Gine. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't fathom what he was hearing. He looked from Gine and to the blood-red moon high in the sky, and then he snarled and shrieked. "No! Nononononononononononononononononono! NO! This isn't it! I won't let it be it! My revenge will not just be denied to me! Something will die today to snuff out my rage and fury!"

Gine nodded. "Couldn't agree more. Garlic Jr., farewell."

She brought down her hand, bringing the killing blow closer and closer to Garlic Jr.'s face. But then, to her shock, Garlic managed to counter. His eyes opened wide and he fired two beams of energy from them, striking Gine in the face. She stumbled back and Garlic Jr. got moving. The Makyan King shrank back into his normal state and took to the sky, shrieking like a madman as he flew upwards, towards the moon. Gine regained herself and stared up at her final foe in this battle. Garlic Jr. turned and laughed at her. "You fool! I will not die! It shall be you and your miserable ilk!"

He turned back around and blasted off into the sky. "I still have the Makyo Star! And with that... I have the ability to break an opening into the Dead Zone! This entire miserable planet shall be swallowed whole!"

As Garlic Jr. fled into the sky, cackling like a madman, Gine stood stalwart. Rather than give chase, the Saiyan woman began to build up her energy for one more attack. She felt the plight of the Earth as she did. Garlic Jr. and his wicked ways had injured this poor, beautiful planet so badly. There wasn't even enough untainted energy left on the planet to make a Spirit Bomb. But luckily, Gine had another idea in mind to defend her new home. Gine closed her eyes and pictured her youngest son, remembering him guiding her on how to prep for the technique. "Ka...Me...Ha...Me..."

All of Gine's energy charged into her hands, forming a shining sphere. Gine took a deep breath, and then she sighed. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Unfurling all but her remaining energy at once, Gine fired a Kamehameha so large that it encompassed the entire top of the Lookout. The beam shot into the sky like a missile, plunging into the atmosphere and chasing after its wicked target.

On the moon…

Garlic Jr. wickedly cackled as he landed on the moon. The blood crystal that he and the Spice Boys had implanted into the rocky satellite hadn't fully charged, but it had charged enough. With the power contained in that crystal, Garlic Jr. could easily rip a hole in space and create a Dead Zone big enough to swallow all of his hated enemies on Earth for good!

The imp, in his psychosis, stopped to scream with hatred one last time. He turned towards the Earth to gloat. "YOU CAN JOIN THEM! YOU HEAR ME SAIYAN! YOU CAN-"

Suddenly, to Garlic Jr.'s surprise and horror, a pure blue light shined directly into his eyes. Unable to dodge in time, Garlic Jr. and the control console for the blood crystal were both swallowed up by Gine's Kamehameha and shredded off of the surface of the moon. The imp screamed out in fear, attempting to escape the pull of the blast, but to no avail.

He and the Kamehameha went sailing in space, moving faster and faster and gaining speed as it did. Burning within the center of the blast, Garlic Jr. screamed incoherently. His pain and anguish and hatred all coming out as one, massive scream. In his mind, Garlic Jr. was screaming for one thing. "FATHER! SPICE! ANYONE! SAVE ME! HELP ME!"

Garlic Jr. twisted in the blast, wondering when it would fade and he would be free to escape and plot further revenge. But as he managed to slightly turn his head, a horrifying sight met him. It was the massive, flaming form of the sun. Garlic Jr.'s eyes widened and he screamed once more, and then the blast smashed him directly onto the sun's surface. The flames of the star instantly began to roast Garlic Jr's flesh, eating away and burning at his form, so much faster than his own healing factor could compensate for.

Garlic Jr. screeched out loud, one last time. "THIS CAN'T BE HOW IT ENDS!"

And then, it ended. The fires of the sun engulfed Garlic Jr.'s body and ate him alive, reducing him to cinders and slag and burning the last of the Makyans away for good.

Back on Kami's Lookout…

Gine was heaving breaths by the time she was done with her attack. Her Super Saiyan form was totally spent and she was left standing in the rubble of the Lookout. Her arms fell limp and Gine smiled. "D-Damn... that... takes a lot out of a person..."

She fell flat onto her back, crashing to the ground like a stone. As she laid there, spent and exhausted, a piece of Kami's ruined castle shifted, and out from the rubble the Four-Star Dragon Ball came rolling. It gently collided into the side of Gine's face and she turned and stared at her reflection in it. Up in the sky, Garlic Jr.'s blood red moon slowly faded away, overtaken by the light and warmth of the sun that peaked out through the hole Gine had pierced in the Blackwater Mist. Gine smiled and had a lighthearted chuckle, and then she passed out from her fatigue.

Soon after that…

It did not take long for the rest of the Z-Fighters to regroup and return to Kami's Lookout. Once there, they found not a single trace of Garlic Jr., but they did find the unconscious and smiling Gine. And next to her was the final Dragon Ball that they needed. Following this, wasting no time, they summoned Shenron and used their one wish to restore the Earth to the state it was in prior to the Makyan Attack.

Except for, by Piccolo's request, the modifications that Garlic Jr. had made to the moon. Even if the Makyan blood crystal had turned the moon into a weapon that could potentially be detonated at any moment, Garlic Jr. and his ilk were dead and they were the only ones that knew about it or how to use it. Without them, the crystal in the Moon served a much better purpose: it absorbed Blutz Waves produced by the sun's reflection, which would otherwise force any tailed-Saiyan who gazed at the moon to transform into titanic beasts.

Kami acquiesced to this request with little provocation and, once he made the wish, Shenron did his magic and restored the Earth.

After that, Korin and Yajirobe both made their way to the top of the Lookout and treated the injured Z-Fighters to a bag of Senzu Beans while Kami personally healed the unconscious Gine. Once Gine awoke, they all parted on good terms and got back to their normal, relatively mundane lives.

A week later, at Capsule Corp…

Sitting on the sun deck of the main Capsule Corp building, Yamcha and Bulma watched the sunset. As the sun fell below the horizon and cars zoomed by on the road beneath them, they both sighed. Neither really knew what to say here. They both took a deep breath and frantically spoke. "I think we should break up."

They two stared at each other and blushed and then fell silent again. Now it was really hard to think of anything to say to one another. But remembering the talk he and Gine had a few days prior, Yamcha spoke up. "I... I am so sorry. Reasons aside, it was a nasty thing to do to you. I'm not proud of it. And I'm so, so sorry. I just..."

Bulma interrupted. "Don't. You don't have to beat yourself up. I shouldn't have just shut you out like that. That was stupid and childish and I just..."

They both fell silent again and glanced away from one another. After another long silence, Yamcha nervously chuckled. "Damn. One of my oldest friendships... I never thought it would end like this..."

Bulma cocked her head and then, with all of her strength, punched Yamcha hard on the arm. "Shut up! Of course we're still friends. You'll always be my friend, Yamcha. I'll never let that go."

She smiled. "You're still the first boy that I fell for. I'll always treasure that."

Yamcha blushed and smiled back, pressing his index fingers together. "Th-That's great. That's such a relief."

Another silence. And then Yamcha spoke again. "So, can I still live he-"

Bulma cut him off. "We're going to go and find you an apartment tomorrow morning. You can sleep in the waiting room until then."

Yamcha nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "G-Great. That's... great. Super... super great..."

Bulma chuckled and stood up, walking back inside. "Great~!"

And so, Yamcha was sitting there, watching the sunset alone. "Great..."

At Kame House…

Krillin shouted at the tops of his lungs as he sent another Kamehameha plunging into the waters of the ocean in front of him. To his surprise and genuine joy, the blast parted the waters in front of him all the way down to the seafloor for the tenth time in a row. He jumped up and down, singing his own praises and hooting as loud as he could. "Holy crap! I'm able to do it consistently! Holy crap!"

The monk stopped jumping and flexed his bicep as hard as he could, slapping it with his full strength. "Yeah! We're gettin' there all right! Let any threat come to Earth, I'll kick their butts and send 'em packin'!"

Krillin turned with the widest smile he could, calling over to his teacher. "Hey! Master Roshi! Didja see that?! Didja?!"

But as Krillin tried to brag, he was left deflated. Rather than watching his pupil train, Roshi was just as focused on his exercise tapes as ever. The old pervert laughed out loud, staring and drooling at the bare legs on screen. Krillin blushed as he watched this shameless display. "C-Come on... Master Roshi..."

In an unnamed mountain range…

Tien and Chiaotzu were both resting atop their mountain retreat. Chiaotzu was hard at work, tending their crops. Tien, meanwhile, was meditating atop a sheer rock. His mind being so easily overwhelmed by a simple bite to his neck did not sit well with the martial artist. So now he was prepared to undertake even harsher training in order to seek an even greater depth of spiritual enlightenment. Simply put, he would not allow something akin to that vampirization to happen to him again.

Unfortunately, Tien was pulled from his meditation as soon as he fell into it. Feeling several dozen Ki signatures approaching at once, Tien was met by the sight of martial artists from the various schools that he and Chiaotzu had conquered.

The leader of the group, a student of the Zurin school, clenched his fist. "We've found you! And this time, we will not lose! You will return the emblems to all of our schools! Or we will make you!"

A smile on his face, Tien stood and took his normal Crane-style stance. "You may try if you wish. But, I will address each of you with the fury of a true martial artist!"

The various students all let loose war cries and charged towards Tien. Tien shouted right back at them. And then, a massive brawl broke out. All the while, Chiaotzu tended to his and Tien's crops with an easy-going smile on his face.

On Kami's Lookout…

Kami stared over the side of the Lookout, watching the various humans live their lives, interconnected as one big functioning unit. They were together as a species, as a family. And this sight resonated with Kami more than ever.

As Mr. Popo worked behind him, restoring the damaged Lookout that he had helped to build so long ago to its former glory, his current lord and companion was stuck in a deep thought. Kami had been rather sullen since the visit to the Hermit Spring. In his long, hard look into the waters, Kami was forced to reflect on something that had been on his mind since the battle with Vegeta and Nappa. A truth that he had been dreading for quite a while now.

Kami was not a being of this Earth. As much as he loved them and cared for them, the humans were not his people. Somewhere out there, in space, Kami's homeworld was still spinning. Still stoked by those of his kind that he had never had the pleasure to meet before. And what was worse was that Kami could feel it in his bones. He did not have much time left in this world...and yet he still had so much left that he had to do.

The Guardian of the Earth stood there, wordlessly contemplative. And as Popo fixed the Lookout up, he could not help but to spare a worry for Kami and a bit of wonder for what the old Namekian was thinking.

At the Son Family household…

Gine and Piccolo both took turns sparring with Gohan. Ever since the Makyan Incident, the three of them had taken to doing this every day together. Gine still felt lighter than air, all of the horrid moments in her past that had once weighed her down were little more than blips on her radar at this point. Memories and nothing more than that. And as a result, she had gained a more wholesome appreciation for the things she was allowed to experience in the present.

Gone was the woman who would tear up at the slightest sentiment. And replacing her was Son Gine, a woman ready to experience her new life as an Earthbound Saiyan to the fullest. This included finding more enjoyment than ever before in training and sparring. For the first time, Gine could see why Bardock and Kakarot found this all so fun~

But nothing fun lasted forever. Soon enough, like clockwork, Chi-Chi emerged from the house and told Gohan that it was time to pick up the books again. Gohan usually did this with no fuss, and this time was no different. He bowed to Gine and Piccolo and then turned tail and ran inside, leaving the Saiyan woman and the Namekian to partake in some slightly more intense training together. As they were about to start, Chi-Chi chuckled and sighed. "Just don't get too banged up! Dinner is in 30 minutes!"

Once Chi-Chi had gone back inside, the gloves came off. In an instant, Piccolo removed his weighted clothing and unleashed his full power. And with some effort, Gine summoned her Super Saiyan power. The two of them went at it, clashing with supersonic speeds and wordless fists. They traded blows back and forth, eventually taking their spar into the air. As that spar continued, Piccolo noticed something odd. He rolled his eyes. "Again? Really?"

He caught Gine's fist and grumbled with disdain as, once again, Gine was cheerfully laughing her head off. The Saiyan woman stifled a chuckle and shook her head. "S-Sorry. Sorry. It's just... Super Saiyan feels really good when you aren't angry. Like a happy little tickle going up and down your spine. And, well, you know..."

Piccolo groaned. "Super Saiyan feels good, eh? I swear... for being such a legend among your people, this form is starting to seem less and less legendary..."

The Namekian let Gine's hand go, and then he took another fighting stance and smiled. "So, how do you think your husband will react to this?"

Gine shook her head and shrugged, as carefree as she could be. "I'unno. Guess I'll just have to gauge that out and play it by ear when the time comes, huh?"

Piccolo shrugged. "I guess that's one way to do it."

And then, without another word, the two warriors charged at one another again, each of them screaming at the top of their lungs. And with a smile, they both clashed with one another as hard as they could. Until Goku and the gang came back from space, Piccolo and Gine were the de facto protectors of the Earth. So, they had to each make sure that the other was staying sharp.