Goku on the Move! Namek at Last!
After what seemed an eternity, Freeza's ship finally landed on Planet Namek. In truth, it had been less than a single cycle but it had seemed an eternity to Freeza as being stuck with the inferior rabble that made up his army often did. As Freeza made his way out of the ship and onto the planet's surface, he wondered for half a heartbeat if immortality was worth exposing himself to this tediously, dismally dull speck of a planet.
From the awful green oceans to the dreary green sky to the tedious blue grass, Freeza decided that as soon as his business here was concluded, he'd blow the damn thing up for being an eyesore. He was thankful for his hover chair as it meant he did not have to grant this planet the undeserved boon of being consecrated with his divine feet. He looked up at the three suns and scowled in distaste, wondering how and why one could ever live on a planet where they did not control the passage of night and day. It also appeared, to Freeza's dismay, that the tallest things on this planet were mountains. No skyscrapers or communications towers or structures to speak of. If these slugs even had electricity, he might have simultaneously had a coronary in all three of his hearts out of shock. As one of his soldiers affixed his scouter to his ear, he turned his attention to his assembled troops.
"Gentlemen," he began, "We are here today for one simple reason. There are certain artifacts on this planet that shall grant me immortality. We are to ask the locals about the whereabouts of these artifacts, these 'Dragon Balls', and how to use them."
"Your Lordship," one of the soldiers in the crowd asked, "What if the locals will not cooperate?" Freeza chuckled and a wicked grin drew across his lips.
"Convince them," he explained in a voice like steel wrapped with silk. This drew up a laugh from the crowd, though it went silent when Freeza raised a hand. "I have no doubt that at least some of them will oppose us. Some self-styled 'heroes' or 'champions' or such. This makes the objective all the more simple. You are here to kill as many people as it takes until I can no longer die. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Lord Freeza!" Came the cry all at once. The force began to fan out while some stayed behind to guard the ship as Freeza turned his attention to Zarbon and Dodoria, his most trusted generals and his most powerful warriors outside the Ginyu Force.
"As for the two of you," he said, "I highly doubt that I will have need of your strength on this pacifist mudball but I'm willing to bet that Vegeta is headed this way himself and I strongly doubt he intends to bend his knee. If it comes to it, I expect the pair of you to deal with him. Is that clear?"
"As you command, Your Lordship," Zarbon assured him with a low dipping bow, one arm folded behind his back and the other at a diagonal across his chest. Freeza was glad to see that he had picked himself up out of that inexplicable funk he'd been in when that long-haired Saiyan's death had been recorded almost twelve cycles ago. The blue-skinned Jekhydian was the textbook definition of a model soldier. Impeccably groomed, efficient, punctual, and polite. Although he was, Freeza admitted upon further inspection, not without his faults. He did not understand Zarbon's fascination with jewelry or his long braid of green hair. It seemed like it would get in the way, although Freeza supposed he was no authority on the matter, having no hair of his own. He also did not share the man's love of capes though his father had picked up the trend of wearing them from spending time with Zarbon. Lastly, he was most confused by the fact that Zarbon wore both shorts and a pair of leggings. They were all the same color anyway, so… why not wear pants? Was there something particularly evocative in those three inches of bare thigh? Then again, Freeza supposed he was not one to judge on that front, either. He never wore clothes at all.
"Can do, Yer Holiness," Dodoria assured him with a wicked grin on his purple lips as he brought two fingers of his left hand to his temple and flicked them away in a very casual salute. Dodoria was another creature entirely. The Kingleritan's spike-covered carapace was looking especially bright today. He had recently molted and so his shell would not fade to its more normal russet red hue for several weeks. Like most of his crustacean-evolved species, he was a rather rotund individual. He was also crude, often late, boorish, had a particular fondness for the drink, and would often only follow an approximation of the order he had been given. Still, Freeza had to admit there was a use for beasts such as he. The man had an immeasurable love of violence and a talent for cruelty.
"Lord Freeza," Zarbon asked as the trio flew off to the nearest gathering of power levels, "Where is Kiwi?" Freeza brought a hand to his mouth and chuckled wickedly.
"I told him to stay and find my horn polish," he explained. "I assured him it was a task of the utmost importance, as it makes me look fearsome and regal."
Zarbon's face was the picture of puzzlement. "I was not aware that your lordship owned horn polish," he admitted.
Freeza chuckled again, "I don't." The pair of them laughed in a manner most refined.
"Then why didja…" Dodoria began to ask before it dawned on him. The man had always been a tad slow on the uptake. He added his own belly laugh to their tasteful titters as they flew off.
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The Namekian ship, which Bulma was really thinking needed a name at this point, finally came out of hyperspace after a month, just outside the orbit of planet Namek. The others scrambled to the windows as Bulma carefully guided the ship's descent to the surface.
"Jeez," Suno muttered, "There's as much green down there as there is blue on Earth. It looks all… backwards." She wondered what it would look like on the surface.
"Hey," Krillin added as he pointed out the window, "Does this place have three suns? Guess they don't have much of a nightlife around here." He chuckled at his own joke. He had to. No one else was. Gohan floated up to look over his mother and Krillin's heads.
"This is where Piccolo came from?" Gohan asked in a mystified tone.
"Not exactly," Suno told him, slightly surprised when she turned around and saw that Gohan was actually floating slightly above her. He was getting pretty good at controlling his flight. "The Namekian that Piccolo and Kami used to be came from this planet but that was a long time ago."
"Yeah," Krillin put in as the ship shook lightly when they entered Namek's atmosphere, "It's not like you'll be able to walk down the street and ask who's heard of Piccolo." This got a couple chuckles from Suno and even a giggle from Gohan. "Then again," he muttered as the planet got closer, "It doesn't look like you'll be able to walk down the street, period." There didn't seem to be any structures on the planet at all. Just mountains and islands and sprawling green seas. Definitely nowhere to get a razor blade.
"Okay," Bulma said as she went about putting on her spacesuit, "We don't know what the atmosphere is gonna be like here so, since I'm the only one who brought a suit, I'll go out and make sure the air isn't, like, I dunno… eighty percent cyanide gas or something." She pulled on her helmet as the ship finally touched down and walked to the center of the room. "Piccolo." The section of floor hissed away and she began to descend.
"I brought a suit," Krillin muttered defensively as he adjusted his tie.
Bulma touched down on the planet and took in her surroundings, analyzing and compartmentalizing every piece of data she saw and that her suit's instruments recorded. The atmospheric pressure on Namek was almost identical to Earth's so there was no worry about anyone's eyeballs getting sucked out. She made a few bouncing steps on the dirt and concluded that the ground was of a similar density to that of Earth as well meaning that there was no issue about getting sucked into the ground or breaking a tooth on the dirt. Most importantly, the atmosphere was of a very similar composition to Earth's. Mostly nitrogen, oxygen, and water vapor. Although the trace elements were things she'd never heard of. She wondered if she could fill a jar with air to take some home for analysis.
"Okay, guys," she said as she took off her helmet, "Air's good. You can come out now."
"Thanks, Bulma," Suno's voice came from behind her. Bulma spun around to see that they had already come out. In fact, she guessed that they hadn't waited at all. Krillin was still wearing his dumb white suit! She groaned and smacked her hand against her forehead.
"How," she muttered in exasperation. "How are you people even alive?! You just wander around an alien planet without even thinking about how the atmosphere might affect you or if you can even breathe. What, were you just gonna throw a ki blast at poisonous gasses or–"
Suno interrupted her, "We put up ki barriers inside the ship that trapped some of its atmosphere. We had those up so we could look around for anything dangerous while you took readings of the atmosphere. We can't have our only omnidisciplinary scientist getting killed, now, can we?"
Bulma blinked a few times before groaning and fishing for the Dragon Radar in one of her pockets. "Never mind," she grumbled as she found the pocket with her Dragon Radar in it and started tapping on the button.
"The Dragon Radar's really gonna tell us where this planet's Dragon Balls are?" Krillin asked.
"Hopefully," Bulma muttered. "If these Dragon Balls produce the same energy that the ones on Earth did, at least." She sure hoped they would. Otherwise they'd be hunting blind. Then the Radar pinged and Bulma grinned at the sight of four little orange dots clustered together. "It works!" She cried jubilantly as she thrust the Radar into the air. "There's already four Dragon Balls together!" Krillin, Suno, and Gohan gave a cheer before something suddenly made them freeze in their tracks and stare up at the sky. "Okay," Bulma said wearily as she followed their gaze skyward, "One of you is gonna have to teach me how to sense ki one day because I really don't like being left out of the loop."
Before Bulma could even kick herself in the pants for not bringing that modified Scouter of Raditz's, all four of them watched a silver ball streak across the sky and land somewhere in the distance with a thunderous explosion.
"Was that," Krillin muttered weakly, "A Saiyan ship?" Gohan nodded wordlessly and they all felt a shiver of panic running down their spines.
"Everyone," Suno said quickly, "Get in that cave over there." She jerked her head to indicate a cave in the mountainside on the island they had landed on. They all began to move and when Bulma started to protest, Gohan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along. "Bring your power down," Suno muttered as she suppressed her ki before Krillin and Gohan followed suit, "He might have another scouter on him." They all waited with baited breath as a purple streak tore across the sky.
"I didn't think Vegeta would have healed so quickly," Gohan whispered.
"If Vegeta's here," Bulma put in, "I should go back and get Goku."
Krillin shook his head. "What," he asked sarcastically, "And just wait here for you to get back? No thanks. We should all just go if we're gonna leave."
"You guys," Suno pointed out, "That would take two months. We don't have that kind of time. Do you really want to leave Vegeta alone, on this planet, by himself, with a pacifist species for two months?"
Bulma huffed, not used to having her ideas shot down. "Well if nothing else," she declared stubbornly as she made her way to the ship, "I'm gonna call Roshi and let him know that Vegeta's here. Hopefully that'll get Goku's butt in gear." Before anyone could stop her, Bulma had already Piccolo'd her way into the ship and closed the door on them. Krillin sighed and shook his head.
"That's Bulma," he muttered wearily. Then he looked skyward and squinted up in confusion. "Hey, you guys sense that, right?" He muttered. Suno and Gohan nodded and followed his eyes up as three white streaks flew quickly into view. They were wearing the same armor as Vegeta and Nappa, so for half a second they thought that it might have been more Saiyans. But they certainly didn't look like Vegeta or Nappa.
They were all dressed in black armor with yellow shoulder and thigh pads as well as white gloves and boots. Two were wearing long black tights and the third was wearing black shorts. They were all wearing green scouters. One looked the most human of the three with an orange mullet and muttonchops that connected to a bushy orange mustache, although he had blue skin and two blunt horns coming out of his forehead. The second one had smooth, mottled purple skin and an enormous dorsal-like fin that stuck nearly a foot in the air off her forehead. Where the first was muscular, she was more lean. The third had orange skin and was larger than either of the other two. He was also bald, with a long, equine face, white eyes, and exposed teeth as if he wore a permanent snarl. For the sake of convenience, the three shall henceforth be respectively known as Chops, Fin, and… Bill.
"I'm not reading anything," Fin muttered as she swept the area with her Scouter, "And it's not like power levels in the thousands like that could just disappear. Maybe the Scouters are just on the fritz."
"Everyone's Scouters?" Chops asked her sarcastically. "All of 'em? At the same time? Besides, even if it were true, you wanna tell Freeza that he has faulty tech? Let's just do a quick scope and tell Freeza we couldn't find nothin'."
"Speak not so lightly," Bill objected as he struck a dramatic pose and stuck out his chest, "For if there are foes to Lord Freeza here, we must root them out! Yea and verily, good comrades of mine, we cannot allow ourselves to falter! It is our duty as the fist of the Organization to be ever vigilant!" Bill continued to prattle on and wax poetic while Chops and Fin floated back in bemused irritation.
"Jeez, this guy loves to hear himself talk," Chops muttered out of the side of his mouth, "Overachiever of the century over here."
"Yeah," Fin added, "The way this nut acts, he'll worm his way onto the Ginyus in another three cycles. I mean, I know we're all contractually obligated to love Lord Freeza but I think this guy actually believes it."
"Zounds," Bill cried as he gestured down to the Namekian craft, "What is this, oh friends? T'is not a craft of the great and proud Organization! It must belong to an enemy!" He raised one hand high overhead and the three on the ground watched in confusion that turned into surprise and mild discomfort as the skin of Bill's forearm rippled and twisted before his arm transformed into a monstrous flesh cannon. "Then by my troth, I shall see it destroyed!" The barrel of the cannon began to glow menacingly and that was enough for Gohan.
The redheaded Half-Saiyan flew out of the cave and slammed into Bill with both fists, sending the pair of them careening through the air. Bill's blast went wild and it ripped a hole across the top of the ship, where before it might have gone straight through. Bill rolled through the air before shoving Gohan off of him and stared at the boy in shock as his cannon turned back into a fist.
"Away, child," he warned as he tapped his scouter. "Thou dost have courage. but thou lackest the strength to stand against mine fists!" Gohan snarled wordlessly and flew at Bill again with a fist cocked back, catching Bill on the chin in surprise and sending him smashing into the ground. Bill flew up to meet Gohan fist-to-fist with aplomb and abandon. "Come then, young lad!" he bellowed in challenge. "Have at thee!" They met in an explosion of punches and kicks, Gohan giving as good as he got despite Bill's superior size.
While this was going on, a somewhat-resigned Krillin and Suno flew out after him to attack Fin and Chops respectively. Krillin grabbed Fin around the middle and dragged her down into the ocean but she just laughed at him.
"I've got gills, you moron!" She told him in a mocking tone as she held up a glowing palm. "I dunno what kinda weird–ass alien you are or what's with those weird clothes but you'll be dead before I–" Krillin punched her in the throat, crushing her windpipe. Fin gave a single gurgle before floating to the surface belly-up. Krillin burst up out of the green ocean to see Suno grabbing Chops by his horns and smashing his face down onto her knee. Chops groaned and was already starting to fall to the ground when Suno put a foot on the back of his neck and brought Chops down to the ground below with a sickening "CRACK!" Krillin flew down to meet her and gave Suno a thumbs up.
"Nice work," he told her. "Guess these guys aren't so tough."
"Yeah," Suno agreed, "And our training's definitely paid off. What the heck are these guys, though? They have the same armor that Vegeta was wearing but they don't look anything like him."
Krillin shrugged. "Some kinda friends of his, maybe?" Suno shot him a sarcastic look.
"You really think Vegeta has friends? Ones that he doesn't blow up, anyway?" Suno sighed and shook her head before she realized something. "Hey, where's Gohan?" They stared at each other before racing off in the direction where Gohan had flown off with Bill.
The horse-faced warrior staggered wearily to his feet and balled his fists, trying fruitlessly to raise them. To his frustration, the boy looked not so much as scuffed. He let out a weary chuckle and lowered his eyes.
"Well met, young one," he told Gohan. "Thou hast bested me, to be sure." He sighed and shook his head. "But I shall not waver from this battle nor turn in fear. Come then and strike a final blow. So that this soldier of Freeza will have been said to died a warrior's death." Gohan nodded at him and brought his hands high overhead, yellow energy crackling between them.
"Masenko!" he cried and the blast flew true to punch a hole right through Bill's chest. He fell backwards slowly and collapsed to the ground, his white eyes staring blankly up at the sky. Gohan sighed and let his arms drop again as Suno and Krillin approached.
"Gohan!" Suno called as she threw her arms around her son. "Are you okay?" Gohan nodded and gave his mother a quick hug.
"I'm fine, mother," he assured her before pushing his way out of her arms gently. If things were going to be dangerous then there was no time for coddling. Just like Mr. Piccolo would say.
"You took this guy out by yourself?" Krillin asked, clearly impressed. "Not bad, buddy." He held out a fist and Gohan smiled and bumped his against it before the three flew back towards the ship. Gohan spared one last look over his shoulder at the body of the warrior whose name he never knew. Even though he was one of the bad guys, he had still been an enemy most… worthy.
The trio returned to the ship to find the swath Bill had cut through the roof was still smoking. They also found Bulma out in front of the ship, her arms folded in front of her with an expression that could only be described as fuming. She tapped her foot impatiently as the trio floated down and Suno wondered if this was what her students felt like on the business end of her stern glares.
"Are you alright, Bulma?" Gohan asked nervously. The sound that came out of Bulma's nose was similar to a teakettle whistling as her face turned steadily redder with each second.
"I'm fine, Gohan," she assured him in a strained voice. He was, after all, the first one who had attacked and had saved the ship, and her, from potentially disastrous damage. "You know what's not fine, though?" She asked, and even took a rhetorical pause. "THE SHIP!" Bulma screamed as she jabbed an angry finger up at the still-smoking Namekian craft. "How am I supposed to go into space with a giant–" the next several words were completely indecipherable and they assumed she was swearing in Namekian. There were a handful of English words they could pick out, however, including "Hole", "Stupid", "Morons", "Incompetent", and the phrase "Why does everything happen to me?" Bulma took a few seething minutes to compose herself and allowing her face to return to its normal and agreeable peach shade. "On the plus side," she muttered, "I did manage to get Roshi before I was shot at. I told him to tell Goku to come here just as soon as she could. Hopefully my dad's done with that ship by now."
Suno winced as she looked up at the ship again, "In the meantime," she muttered weakly, "We're… stuck here. A jillion lightyears from home."
"Hey, wait," Krillin put in, "Maybe there's some Namekians that might be able to help fix it! I mean, this is their technology, right?" Then he turned to Bulma with an almost pleading look on his face. "Could we have the Dragon Radar so we can go find one of their villages?" Bulma huffed and handed Krillin the Radar before she started taking off her spacesuit. Underneath that she wore a black jumpsuit with a yellow vest and a pair of orange boots.
"Thanks, Bulma!" The trio called out in some form or another before flying off and leaving Bulma alone with her thoughts. She stared up at the ship and climbed back inside, wondering if there was something in her brain that would tell her how to fix this junkheap.
OoOoOoO
Vegeta slipped down into the water just before he got to Freeza's ship and swam around the island, using his Battle Power-sensing abilities to detect how many soldiers Freeza had guarding the craft and how powerful they were. He was still getting used to the power but he had to admit that it was far more useful than a scouter. His quick reconnaissance done, he returned to the point he'd entered the water and came back out, chuckling to himself that Freeza's soldiers could be so idiotic. Then he felt a somewhat-familiar power level approaching and couldn't stifle the shudder of revulsion passing through him. Before Vegeta could even ask himself how he knew it was familiar…
"Oy, Vegeta!" Greeted a voice from behind him. Vegeta slowly turned and saw Kiwi, one of Freeza's professional bootlickers. He was covered in tiny purple scales with whisker-like antennae hanging off his lips and a pair of ridiculous tubes sticking off of his head. What were they? A second set of ears? His nostrils? Sex organs? Vegeta didn't know. He didn't want to know.
"Kiwi," Vegeta grumbled, "I thought I smelled your foul stench the minute I set foot on this planet." He crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed. "What are you doing? You're usually not far from Freeza's tail. Did he send you away for scuffing his chair?"
Kiwi stuck out his chest proudly and held up a strange cannister in one hand. "I was findin' 'is Lordship's horn polish!" Kiwi was so painfully oblivious of his own cretinship that it would have been hilarious if Kiwi was worth the effort to laugh at. "What brings ya to Namek, eh? Ya wouldn't be tryna to oppose Freeza and become immortal yerself, wouldja?" Kiwi laughed and Vegeta tried to push his way past but Kiwi blocked his path. "Ya despise me, dontcha?"
"If I gave you any thought, I suppose I might," Vegeta shot as he again tried to fly around the worthless cur.
"I know exactly why," Kiwi taunted. "Fer all yer heritage, all yer titles and yer breedin' an' all yer talk about the might of the Saiyan race an' yer perfect warrior blood and blah, blah, blah… we're equals, you an' me. Ya know it." That was too much. It was too ridiculous. Vegeta simply had to laugh. So he did, throwing back his head and letting out an uproarious guffaw.
"E-e-equals?!" Vegeta gasped out before laughing again, "You might as well suggest that the shit from the lowest form of life on the most backwater, underevolved primordial cesspool at the edge of the universe was equal to a Star!" Kiwi growled and drew back his fist, punching Vegeta right in the face. All he managed to do was fracture his hand own wrist.
Kiwi cried out in pain and clutched his wrist as he stared in horror. "Wh-what?! How?!" He and Vegeta had always been equal strength. They were rivals! What had happened? How had it happened?
"Don't be alarmed," Vegeta told him as he backpedaled through the air in panic, "This is simply the universe righting itself. Every moment of your life, from the second your species evolved to the point where you might be asexually reproduced, to the day your mutation unlocked that justified your wasted existence, every single second right up until this point in time, has been through sheer, cosmic, staggeringly good luck." Kiwi through a desperate jab and it phased right through Vegeta. "We have never been equals. Not in intellect, not in dignity, not in wit or pride or looks. All you ever had was power. And now? Not even that."
"B-but I don't unnerstand!" Kiwi cried out in fear as he desperately tried to think of a plan, "Howdja get stronger than me? S'not fair!"
Vegeta chuckled cruelly and cracked his knuckles. "Because unlike the cowardly races of the universe," he explained, "We Saiyans are fire-forged. Battling, suffering, struggling, being brought to the edge of death, makes us stronger. Where species like yours cower in fear of adversity, Saiyans relish in it." His Battle Aura flared around his body and he grinned evilly. "And now, you die." He blinked when he realized that Kiwi was staring over his shoulder and bristled with anger. Really, one should listen to the person about to kill them before they died. It was just plain rude.
"Ah," Kiwi cried in relief, "Lord Freeza!" Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise and Kiwi struck, laughing triumphantly as he unleashed a barrage of ki blasts at Vegeta. He blasted for nearly a minute, a cloud of exploding ki blasts completely obscuring Vegeta from sight. He laughed and laughed until he felt Vegeta's hand grabbing him by the back of the neck.
"You know," he said, "That sort of trick works best when the other person actually looks." Kiwi seemed fit to stammer out more terrified confusion and, honestly, that was more than Vegeta could stand. "I also learned how to sense energy while I was on Earth." He explained bluntly. With that he threw Kiwi into the air with enough force to snap the tubes of his endoskeleton and watched the repugnant worm sail into the air while pointing his finger-gun at his body and he squeezed one eye shut.
"Bang." Kiwi's body exploded into a shower of gore and viscera and Vegeta held his arms out with his head tilted back, basking in the glory of effortless slaughter. It was just what he needed after the frustration that was his trip to Earth. "Gods," he whispered, "I am absolutely fantastic."
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"Hey, Roshi. Ya there?"
When Muten Roshi picked up his phone, the actual, literal, last person he had expected to be on the other end was Bulma. Yet that was the voice on the other end.
"Uh, y-yes," Roshi stammered as he picked himself up off the floor after he'd fallen out of his armchair in shock, "I'm, uh, I'm here. How am I hearing you, though?"
"I built this special phone that goes across space and bounces off the gravity of stars to pick up a signal, but that's not super important right–" Then there was a tremendous explosion and Bulma screamed.
"Bulma!" Roshi cried in shock, "Are you alright? What's happening?!"
"Call Goku!" Bulma screamed. Roshi could hear the sounds of fighting in the background. "Tell her Vegeta's on Namek! Then call my dad and make sure the ship is ready!" She hung up and Roshi immediately called the hospital, then waited several torturous minutes to be connected to Goku's room.
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"If your dish doesn't cut it," the man on the TV was saying, "You will be–" the last word was drowned out by the phone to Goku's room ringing and she picked it up off the table to answer it. She'd healed pretty fast and she could use one of her arms, although the other was still in a cast and a sling, and her legs were in casts from the knee down.
"Hiya," she said cheerily, "This is Goku!"
"Goku," came Master Roshi's voice urgently, "It's Roshi. Ya gotta–" Goku was immediately distracted by the sight of a familiar white cat on the windowsill.
"Oh, hang on, Master Roshi," she cut in politely, "Korin's at the window!" She used her psychokinesis to open the window and Korin hopped inside. "Hiya, Korin," she greeted cheerfully, "Have you got the senzu?"
Korin nodded and held up a pouch. "Try not to get this one trampled by any giant monkeys, okay?" Goku laughed as Korin flicked one into her mouth and chewed while Roshi was talking.
"Goku, listen to me!" Roshi urged, "I just got a call from Bulma! Vegeta's on Namek and it sounds like things are bad! You gotta move your butt over to Capsule Corp right now!" Goku grinned and flexed out of her casts, laughing as the plaster went flying.
"No problem," she told him, "I'm on the way!" Goku quickly stripped out of her hospital gown and changed into the spare gi Suno had left her before waving goodbye to Korin and flying out the open window. Korin was all set to leave before he realized that Goku hadn't eaten her dessert. And he did love lime gelatin…
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Dr. Brief was thrilled to show Goku the Capsule Corp ship his crew had spent the last month working on. It was an enormous spheroid ship with several bubble windows and "CAPSULE CORP" in letters across the front as large as a house. Goku could hardly believe that it used to be a ship like the one she had come to Earth in as a baby. It was huge!
"The ship is equipped," Dr. Brief explained, "With a hyperdrive engine that we built from the ground up to go ten times faster than it was previously capable. It also has an autopilot already programmed for Namek's coordinates so you just have to push the big red button. There's also a bathroom and a gravity generator that goes up to 100 times the Earth's gravity." Goku grinned and went starry-eyed while Dr. Brief took out a tiny pack of cigarettes and gave a tiny cigarette to his cat Scratch, who was nestled in his pocket.
"Wait," Goku said "What about food?" Dr. Brief chuckled as he lit his own normal-sized cigarette and then Scratch's tiny one.
"We installed a couple of experimental food replicators, one for food and one for drink. It can generate any food you want by repurposing dark matter particles." Goku's smile widened and she clapped excitedly. "Now," Dr. Brief warned, "Like I said, it's experimental. You could wind up with bratwursts that taste like tin."
"Does it make muffins?" Goku asked.
"Any food," Dr. Brief reiterated, "Literally any kind." He took a second to straighten his jacket and look down at Scratch. "Now if you hit an electromagnetic storm that takes out the autopilot, what you wanna do is–" But in the second he'd looked away, Goku was already gone and the ship had taken off.
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Goku stared down at the Earth as it quickly vanished from view before she walked over to the gravity controls.
"One hundred times, huh?" That was ten times higher than the gravity on Kaiou's planet! She'd tell Suno about that and Suno would be so impressed that Goku remembered the multiplication stuff she'd explained. Goku grinned and cracked her knuckles before cranking the gravity up to 20 times Earth's. "Look out, Vegeta," she said as the ship shot into hyperspace, "Time for round two!"