Chapter Seventy-eight

Training for the Future! Android Attack!

Three Years Before Cell Attacks

Piccolo sat atop a tall plateau out in the wastelands where he lived and meditated silently, listening to the sound of the wind blowing across the sunbaked earth and contemplating how he should prepare for Cell's coming. There was no child for him to kidnap so that meant that he would have to train with others. For half a heartbeat, he considered going to the Capsule Corp building and training with Vegeta before immediately discarding the idea. Then his mind went to a dark place.

"If this 'Cell' can kill Super Saiyans," Piccolo muttered to himself as he turned his gaze skyward, "The level I'm at now won't be anywhere near enough. I may have to…" Then he stopped himself and shook his head as if to dislodge the idea from his mind. "Ridiculous," he reprimanded himself. "I couldn't run the risk of losing myself. Besides, what would happen to the Dragon Balls?" Then he sighed and stood up, having come to a decision. "I'll go train with the Sons and Trunks," he decided as he dusted off his pants and cape before flying off into the sky. He was looking forward to sparring with Gohan again.

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Not long after Piccolo's departure, a pillar of light roughly two meters in height suddenly appeared in the middle of the desert. A green-skinned humanoid stepped out of the pillar and surveyed the area around him as the pillar faded away. Swirling black tattoos covered his face and neck and a crown of small, jagged white horns came out of the top of his head. He was dressed in the purple and white suit of the Galactic Patrol.

"This is Flash Parsec," the patrolman spoke into a communicator in his wrist, "To Patrol Command. Successfully ported onto the planet 'Terra' at the landing site of Freeza of the Planet Trade Organization with all of my bits intact." Flash clicked his boots together and they gave a soft warbling sound as he lifted off the ground and flew toward the site of Freeza's destroyed ship, his dead men, and the headless corpse of Freeza's father, King Cold. "Definitely signs of a struggle," Flash reported as he used a wrist-mounted scanner to sweep the area and paying special attention to Cold's corpse. "No sign of Freeza himself, though. Switching to Quantum Pulse and Thermal scanning." He pressed a series of buttons on his glove and the scanner's sweep turned blue, highlighting the area and giving a recreation of the encounter like pages from a comic book. He followed the arc of Freeza's body and scratched his chin for a moment before returning to his communicator. "Freeza has been killed, Commander." He paused for a moment for a response. "Yes, actually killed. Well, he went into the sun this time, ma'am." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, ma'am, I didn't mean any insubordination." Flash assured the Commander in his most lackadaisically apologetic tone. "Yes," he went on as he looked at the outline of the sword wielding humanoid Freeza had fought, "It looks like he was killed by a Super Saiyan. Yes, another Super Saiyan." Flash paused and nodded. "Alright. Beginning phase two of the mission: establish contact with Son Goku." He clicked his heels again to give them a little more speed and flew off into the bright blue sky. 'Blue,' Flash noted idly. 'Definitely nothing like Dathomir.'

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The first day of training, which Piccolo had arrived just in time for, was going to be nice and easy. Or at least, that was what Goku promised. Then again, it was easy by Goku's standards.

"I wanna see how much you guys have developed over the last couple years," she explained as they all warmed up and stretched. "I haven't really gotten to see how you've all progressed since, y'know, I died. And Trunks," she added as the future boy took off his sword and jacket, "I really don't know anything about your strengths or how you fight. So let's see what you've all got!" She grinned, turned her back to them, and got into a runner's stance. "So we're gonna start with a run around the planet! I'll set the pace!" Suno and Piccolo frantically pulled off their weighted clothing as Trunks and Gohan got into runner's stances of their own. "Ready, set, go!"

Goku took off ahead of them in a golden-blue blur with the other four racing behind her as fast as their legs could carry them. Unsurprisingly, Suno was the first one out and collapsed in the front yard after five laps at Goku's rather manic pace. Gohan made it ten laps before he gave up next, with Suno having recovered enough to bring him out a glass of lemonade. Piccolo was the next to fall and hesitantly accepted a lemonade of his own. Trunks managed to keep pace with Goku for a full twenty-five laps, with the pair joining the others back on the lawn. Goku had worked up a light sweat and was grinning ear to ear with her hands on her hips. Trunks' hair was a bit dishevelled, his eyes were wide, and he was panting slightly.

"That was a great start, guys!" Goku told them all encouragingly.

"Yeah," Trunks gasped out, "Nuh-no problem! I could… do this all day!" Goku laughed and slapped Trunks on the back, nearly knocking him into the grass before Gohan caught him.

"Nah," she said as Gohan helped Trunks keep his balance, "That's enough running for today. Now we're gonna break into sparring groups! I hadn't really expected Piccolo to show up," she admitted, "But it actually works out better now! Suno can keep time since she's waiting for Krillin to get here. We're gonna fight for fifteen minutes with no r–" she paused when she sensed a strange new ki and the five looked to the sky as a strangely-dressed green man appeared in the sky above them and waved as he descended. To Suno and Gohan, at least, the outfit was slightly familiar.

"Hey there," the green man introduced himself. "I'm Officer Flash Parsec of the Galactic Patrol."

"Huh," Suno muttered as she eyed him curiously with one hand resting on her hip. "I was wondering when another one of you guys would show up. But why not send Quantos or Geco?" Flash looked at Suno for a moment and shrugged before returning his attention to the group.

"They're too close to the case," Flash explained. "I need to speak with the Saiyan Son Goku," he told them, "And whichever is the other Super Saiyan that killed Freeza." Trunks held up his hand like a student who'd been called for roll.

"That'd be me," Trunks explained. Flash nodded and fished into one of the pockets of his belt, producing something that looked not unlike a flask and taking a quick swallow.

"So I just need to make sure that neither of you Super Saiyans is gonna leave the planet and kill anyone and then I can get the hell outta here." Gohan and Suno were taken aback by Flash's rather blunt and cavalier attitude, a sharp contrast to Quantos and Geco.

"Freeza and his men are the only people I've ever killed," Trunks informed Flash. The officer looked at Trunks with one eyebrow raised and chuckled.

"Well you sure know how to start off at the top, don't ya?" he remarked. Trunks gave a shrug and Flash looked at Goku. "What about you?"

"I mean… I've killed a lot of people," Goku admitted, "But only in fights. And because they're bad. But I haven't killed anyone in a while."

"I can vouch for that," Suno put in.

"I have the memories of my father, who Goku killed," Piccolo added. "Though, in her defense, he had taken over the world and was planning to kill everyone."

"Well," Flash told them, "Since you haven't razed any civilizations, you're both off to better starts than the Super Saiyans we've got on record, so I guess that's fine. What about Vegeta? We know he's still alive. Is he a Super Saiyan?"

Goku shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied, "But… he might not be far off. I don't think he's leaving the planet anytime soon, we've gotta fight this Cell guy in a few years. And I don't really think there's anything in space for me, either."

"I'll be leaving this timeline once Cell's defeated," Trunks added. The officer eyed them both for a moment and scratched at his horns.

"So wait…" Flash muttered as he looked at Trunks, "Are you… from the future?" Trunks leaned backwards as Flash leaned into his personal space.

"Y… yes?" Trunks admitted cautiously. Flash looked at them both for a long moment before sighing the sigh of a man who lacked the energy to deal with this and who wasn't paid enough to pretend to have the energy. He took out his flask again and took a long pull from it before taking something out of his other pocket that looked like a purple seven-pointed star with the Galactic Patrol's symbol on it and handed it to Goku.

"Well if you or Vegeta plan on leaving the planet in the near future," he explained, "Please use this to contact the Patrol beforehand. Now with my job done, I'm gonna get outta here." A pillar of light appeared behind Flash and he began to fall backwards into it.

"Wait," Suno said suddenly and Flash planted his feet to stop himself from falling. "What's happening with the PTO now? Who's in charge now that Freeza and his dad are dead?" Flash smirked and shrugged.

"Well, with Cooler missing," he began, "Control of their empire falls to Freeza's son Kuriza. But he's barely a hatchling so the rest of Freeza's extended family is probably gonna fight over the regency. That'll keep 'em all busy long enough for the Patrol to actually be useful for a change. See ya around." Then he fell backwards into the pillar which blinked out of sight. They all looked at each other for a moment to process that information.

"So," Goku exclaimed as she clapped her hands eagerly. "Let's spar! I'll start with Piccolo," she decided, "And Trunks can pair off with Gohan. Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!" The idea of sparring with Gohan made Trunks strangely nostalgic, even if this Gohan was much younger than the one who trained him.

"Just so you know," Piccolo told Goku as he cracked his neck, "I'm going to win this one." Goku shot him a grin.

"I dunno," she teased, "The record's two-to-one in my favor." Piccolo rolled his eyes and got into a fighting stance as Goku, Gohan, and Trunks did the same while Suno found the timer on her phone.

"Fighters ready?" she asked in a playful imitation of Ken from the Budoukai. Everyone nodded and she threw her hand animatedly into the air. "BEGIN!"

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Suno let out a warrior's cry as she threw out a roundhouse kick at Krillin, who just managed to duck under the kick and jump over Suno's follow up sweep kick before throwing out a chop of his own aimed at Suno's throat. She grabbed Krillin's wrist and forearm in both hands to block the strike and twisted her hips to throw him overhead. She followed him up into the air, throwing out a kick that caught him flush in the chest to send him even higher into the sky. To her surprise, Krillin rolled forward and rocketed down toward her headfirst, headbutting Suno right in the stomach and driving the air out of her. Krillin followed up with a kiai out of the top of his head to launch Suno into the dirt and drove his knee down toward her, Suno just managing to roll out of the way of the impact and coming up with a jab that Krillin met with a jab of his own.

The battle between the two strongest humans on Earth raged for several minutes on the very island where Krillin and Goku once trained as children under Master Roshi, the sound of crashing waves intermingling with the sound of crashing limbs and ki blasts. Eventually, the warriors battled to the point of exhaustion and sat on the shore to relax with recover their strength.

"So is Yamcha coming or what?" Suno asked around a mouthful of apple. Krillin shook his head and waited to finish the carrot stick he was eating before he replied.

"Nah," he told her, "Said he was training with Chi-Chi today." Suno snickered and Krillin grinned. "Hey, that's what he told me, alright?" Suno nodded and they stared out at the ocean for a little while and caught their breath. "So how's Goku and everyone's training coming along?" Suno gave a little shrug.

"It's good," she said evasively. "It's… it's coming along good. Everyone's getting stronger and Piccolo doesn't seem to mind sleeping over. Apparently he sleeps standing up or just really doesn't wanna share a bed with Trunks." Suno looked away and scooped up a palm's worth of sand, watching as it slid between her fingertips. "What?" Suno asked irritably when she realized Krillin was staring at her.

"C'mon," he said simply.

"'C'mon' what?" Krillin put a piece of celery into his mouth, folded his arms and waited, crunching on the celery as he looked at her. Suno sighed, letting her head drop as she brought her knees up to her chest. "I just… it's weird now and a little upsetting. I wanted to train with my family but before we even started I realized that I was so far behind that everyone would have to hold back so much that they'd lose much more progress than I'd gain. Back on Namek, I was still able to contribute. I've just never felt so… in the way before."

"Yeah, well, I've never had that problem." Krillin said helpfully. Suno shot him a look and Krillin held up his hands defensively. "No, I mean… I've never really pressured myself to be the hero, y'know? Or to be someone for people to count on. I was never as strong as Goku or Piccolo. Heck, if I'd died instead of Ten or if he'd come to Namek with us I'd probably still be behind him. I just do my best and try to help out as much as I can. Sometimes I cut off Vegeta's tail, sometimes I get stabbed in the stomach. We just do what we can, y'know?" Suno nodded and rested her forearms across her chest.

"Do what we can," she echoed. "I guess you're right. I mean, that's why we decided to train together, right?"

"Right," Krillin agreed as he stood up and shook the sand off his pants. "Not like either of us is gonna be fighting Cell, right? Just punch an android in the face if we're lucky." He held out his hand to help Suno up to her feet and she accepted it with a smile.

"ROUND TWO!" Suno declared, catching Krillin by surprise and flipping him end over end to skip across the sea.

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It was a chilly November afternoon at the Wolf and Ox household, several months after Goku's return. As Yamcha finished raking up the leaves in the back yard, he could smell the uniquely cold scent of snow in the air and he looked up at the gray sky with a smile. He couldn't wait to see the kids' faces when they saw their first snow. Yamcha went inside and started making a cup of hot apple cider, smiling as he heard Chi-Chi doing flash cards with the children in their room.

"And what is this color?" he heard Chi-Chi ask.

"Reh, reh!" Ocha happily exclaimed.

"Very goo–" Chi-Chi started to say before exclaiming, "Shou! Don't eat that!" Yamcha snickered as he heard the familiar gurgling sound of Shouronpo gumming her crib, followed quickly by the grunting of Chi-Chi pulling Shou by her ankles to try and stop her.

As Yamcha poured the hot cider into his favorite old mug (though his second-favorite since Chi-Chi got him a "World's Best Hubby" mug for his birthday), he was contemplating going in and helping her when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He looked out the window and saw a tall, silver-haired man standing on the sidewalk with his back to the house. He definitely wasn't dressed for the weather, Yamcha noticed. In contrast to Yamcha's own scarf, sweatpants, wool cap and jacket; the man was wearing grey boots, green pants, brown workman's gloves, a yellow vest with nothing under it, and some kind of trucker's cap. Yamcha thought that the man looked weird but not, he decided, especially evil. As the man continued to stand there, Yamcha wondered if he was looking to buy the house in the neighborhood that had just gone up for sale.

As the man turned around, however, Yamcha decided that, no, he wasn't here to buy a house. What changed Yamcha's mind? The Red Ribbon Insignia on the front of his hat and the left breast of his vest. Yamcha walked outside, mug in hand, and walked up to meet the man.

"Hiya there," he said amicably. "Something I can help you with?" The man's blue eyes focused on Yamcha and he was pretty sure he heard a "click" when the man blinked.

"Howdy," the man greeted in a surprisingly heavy Southern drawl. "I'm designated Android 13. I was designed by Dr. Archimedes Gero to protect mankind from all alien threats, specifically the alien Son Goku and all them what fraternize with her." There was a brief silence where Yamcha wondered how the heck Gero knew that Goku was an alien. "That'd be you, pardner," 13 said in the silence.

"Yeah," Yamcha answered drily, "I figured as much."

"Now y'all will be tellin' me where I can find Son Goku," 13 declared firmly. "If y'tell me now, yer death'll be painless. Otherwise I'm 'onna hit ya til ya give me the information I need and then I'll beat ya t'death. If y'die before this information is given, I'll question yer family in a similar manner." That got Yamcha's attention and he held the mug tightly in both hands. Seeing Yamcha's response, 13 showed his first hint of emotion and smirked. "So you gonna comply?" Yamcha took a long sip of his hot cider and looked mournfully at his old mug.

Then he swung with a backhand and smashed the mug into the android's face, driving ceramic chips and piping hot liquid into his cheeks and eyes. While 13 cried out in shock, Yamcha lunged with a flying kick that sent them both through several picket fences, hedge fences, and brick walls. Each time they went through, Yamcha gave a quick "Sorry!" to the neighbor whose property he'd damaged. 13 went sprawling into the grass as Yamcha got into a fighting stance.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life, partner," Yamcha declared as 13 got to his feet, "And it's not going after Goku. It was when you threatened my family!" He charged forward and slugged 13 several times across the jaw with left and right hooks, each hit staggering 13 back a few feet before he finished with a left jab that sent 13 crashing into a tree.

"Yer a lot stronger than the doctor's projections woulda suggested," 13 admitted as he rubbed at his jaw. Yamcha threw a roundhouse kick to the side of 13's head that smacked into the android's gloved palm when the android blocked him effortlessly. "But not strong enough."

"Ah crap," Yamcha muttered before 13 swung him hard by his leg to send him sailing across several people's backyards and smashing into someone's greenhouse. Yamcha picked up a potted plant and smashed the pot into 13's face as the android was on top of him in a flash. 13 was completely unfazed as he hauled Yamcha up to his feet and lunged in for a headbutt. Yamcha brought up his forearms to block, wincing from the pain of the impact before bringing his feet up to shove 13 away. He unloaded with an all-out assault of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows; throwing everything he had into the attack. 13 blocked them all with a methodical and mechanical ease before clapping Yamcha around the ears and knocking him senseless.

"I have extensive knowledge'a yer fightin' style hardwired inta my databanks," 13 explained helpfully as Yamcha staggered away. "Ya can't beat me." Yamcha fumbled around for something to hit 13 with and grabbed something, swinging it hard and smashing it against the android's face. ….It was a rake and broke uselessly against the android's face, without even making him blink or dislodging his hat.

"Damn it," Yamcha muttered in a clear case of mixed priorities, "Now I owe Dale a new rake." 13 rolled his eyes and punched Yamcha hard in the stomach before tossing him up into the air. Yamcha managed to catch his breath and flew to avoid the series of red energy balls 13 blasted up at him. He wasn't sure what they were but, since the guy didn't seem to have any kind of ki, the balls couldn't be made of ki, either.

"Let's see if you can dodge this!" 13 bellowed as he spread his arms out wide and a large, spiraling ball of red-pink energy formed between them, growling larger as 13 opened his arms wider. "SS Deadly Bomber!" He lobbed the ball at Yamcha, who dove out of the way of the attack to try and avoid it. However, to Yamcha's shock, the blast continued to track him.

"Crap, crap, crap!" Yamcha muttered as he kept swerving serpentine to try to escape the android's attack. Try as he might, however, the blast tracked him doggedly. Wondering if he might be able to destroy the blast with one of his own, Yamcha turned around with his hands already together. "Kamehame–" the Deadly Bomber, however, was faster than Yamcha had anticipated. "Ah, crap," he muttered before bringing his arms up to block. The blast hit Yamcha dead on and exploded in a burst of red light, sending Yamcha spiraling to the ground with a trail of smoke following him.

Chi-Chi heard the explosion and looked up from feeding the babies to see a fading red light like a firework. Seeing that Yamcha wasn't anywhere in the house, she put two and two together with a sigh and set Ocha and Shouronpo down on the couch.

"Puar," she called as she closed up her shirt, "Keep an eye on the kids!" Then she got up from the couch and started rooting through the mess of toys and games that filled the living room. "Where the heck is my axe?"

"So," Android 13 said as he landed in the yard Yamcha had crashed into and was moseying his way over to Yamcha's smoking body, "Y'got any last words 'fore I skin ya alive, boy? Obviously I'd prefer if those words were Son Goku's address."

"Just one, actually," Yamcha grunted as he dug his fingers into the dirt and dragged himself into a crouch. Then he looked up at 13 with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Kaiouken!"

"Kaiouwha–?" 13 started to say as a red aura flared around the former bandit before Yamcha shot up and drove his elbow into the android's chin, snapping his head back. Yamcha followed with an axehandle blow to the side of 13's head that spun him around and a roundhouse kick to the back of his head that sent him flying.

"Actually," Yamcha said as he continued his assault and chased after the android, "I've got three more words! Wolf Fang Fist!" His strikes came at a blistering speed as he hammered the android with blow after blow, his hooked fingers digging into the synthetic flesh and exposing the metal underneath. He drove both palms into 13's chest hard enough to indent his chest and send him flying back before drawing his palms back to his sides. "Kamehame–" Once again, however, Yamcha's attempt at a finishing blow was stopped as the red aura faded away and all the agony burning in his muscles came screaming towards the surface of his consciousness. "Oheverythinghurts!" he gasped out suddenly before 13 was on top of him again.

"Now y'gone and did it," The android growled, now looking several shades of pissed off. "I've lost mah trucker hat!" Then he grabbed Yamcha by the throat with one hand and delivered several rapid-fire punches to his ribs. Then, without a word, 13 shoved Yamcha's head down through the tarp covering the pool of the house they were fighting behind and held Yamcha's head under the water. As Yamcha's kicking and flailing grew less animated, 13 allowed himself a smirk.

Then, screaming toward his left like a bat out of hell, Chi-Chi charged in and swung her giant axe as hard as she could, smashing it into the side of 13's head and cutting a deep gash into his endoskeleton to break his grip, digging into the circuitry. Then she swung again, this time cutting into his indented chest to send him flying away. Chi-Chi threw her axe down while the android was incapacitated and pulled Yamcha out, her husband hacking and spitting and gasping for breath as his head came out of the water.

"Yuh-you should… shouldn't have done that," Yamcha gasped out as he shook water from his hair and struggled to his feet. "I-it's too dangerous for you to be out here." Chi-Chi smiled at him and cupped his face in her hands to kiss him gently on the lips.

"I told you before," she reminded him in a tone that could only be described as affectionately stern, "I'm never going to let you fight alone again." Yamcha smiled at her and moved in to kiss her again before they were both alerted to the horrible metallic screech that was Android 13 attempting to speak. "I think it's time to send him to the scrap heap." Chi-Chi said with a grin. Yamcha was so proud he could have kissed her. His wife's first quip. Instead, he just nodded and flared up another Kaiouken while doing his best to ignore the pain.

"Just like we practiced," he reminded her as they both assumed the stance. She laid her hands on top of his and Yamcha could feel her energy pouring into and mixing with his own, amplified by the Kaiouken passing between them.

"Love love…" They said together as 13 growled and staggered toward them, slowly building up to a last manic charge. "Kaaa meee… haaaa meee…" 13 shrieked again and lunged, his hands outstretched for the kill. "HA!" Yamcha and Chi-Chi thrust their hands out, a spiraling double-helix of blue and pink ki beams rushing forward to strike Android 13 and blasting him into oblivion.

After making several promises to their neighbors to pay for various destroyed pieces of property to be repaired or replaced, Chi-Chi helped Yamcha limp back to the house and let him collapse onto the couch while she checked on the babies. Yamcha weakly fumbled for the phone on the coffee table and dialed the Son household.

"Hey Gohan," he muttered painfully after the other end picked up. "How's the training going? Oh, mom's trying to help you go Super Saiyan? That's neat. Piccolo's there too? That's neat. Hey, can you tell Trunks the first android showed up? Yeah, me and Chi-Chi took care of him. I'm gonna take a nap for a week." Then he hung up and dialed another number. "Hey, Krillin? Yeah, gonna have to postpone tomorrow's training. No, I'm not chickening out. I'm the one in this conversation who beat an android. Yeah, okay, I'll tell Chi-Chi you said hi. You and Suno have fun." Then he hung up the phone and immediately passed out.

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The Son family and company awoke that morning to a world covered in a blanket of white. It was the first time in either Trunks or Piccolo's lives that either had seen the stuff.

"This gives me an idea!" Goku declared excitedly. Everyone got bundled up (Piccolo needed several layers) and headed outside. "This'll be a great way to work on our reflexes and our blocking," Goku explained while making a snowball. "It'll be like throwing ki at each other but without anyone getting hurt!"

"What're you suggesting, Goku?" Suno asked. She had a pretty good idea but she wanted to make sure she was understanding right. Goku's grin grew even wider and she had made a giant pyramid of snowballs in the blink of an eye.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" And so began an all-out snowball war between the five parties, with temporary alliances constantly forged and broken. The only rules were that ki couldn't be used at all as that would melt the snow and that wasn't fun. It was also against the rules to put rocks, ice, or sticks in the snowballs or to aim for the face because that would hurt.

"I don't really get it," Trunks called over the sound of snowballs zipping past his head, "How do you win this game?" He threw a large ball he'd made in both hands at Gohan, who kicked it away.

"You have to be the last one who can feel their fingers!" Suno explained helpfully as she lobbed a snowball at Trunks that went right through his afterimage. Piccolo smirked to himself as he gathered up a huge mound of snow into a lasso he'd made with his extended arm, chuckling as he raised it high overhead to throw at Suno and Trunks while they were throwing snowballs at each other, only to be shocked by Gohan dropping a snowball down the back of his pants. Piccolo cried out in shock and dropped the mound of snow on his own head as Gohan laughed his head off. Piccolo's head popped out of the snow and he glared at Gohan.

"Do whatever it takes to win, right, Mr. Piccolo?" Gohan asked defensively as he helped pull Piccolo out. "That's what you taught me, right?" Piccolo grinned and gave his pupil a mitten-clad pat on the head as Gohan helped shake the snow off of him.

"Hey," Suno said as the snowball throwing died down, "What happened to Goku?" Everyone stopped and realized that she was right. No one had seen Goku in about fifteen minutes.

"I've got another question," Trunks added as a massive shadow fell over them. "What happened to the sun?" Everyone looked up into the sky to see Goku floating high above them with a massive snowball in both of her hands. Except that massive did not do the snowball justice. Words like "colossal" or "gargantuan" fail to encapsulate its magnitude. It was probably the size of a small moon.

"What is she doing?" Piccolo muttered in a small voice. Trunks, taking after his mother, was too confounded by the logistical and scientific impossibility of what he was seeing to be properly terrified.

"Here it comes, guys!" Goku called down, her voice echoing and amplified by ki. "SNOWKI DAMA!" Then the snow-planetoid started falling toward them.

"RUN!" Gohan cried. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Everyone scrambled to avoid the monstrosity barreling down toward them while Goku let out a good natured but circumstantially terrifying laugh.

The fallout from the mushroom cloud of the Snowki Dama carried snow all the way to Kame House and Papaya Island.

A/N: Just to avoid any confusion with the timeline, at this point Cooler is still training in space. He doesn't finish his training until after the three years are up.