Chapter 37: Contingency


As the sun dipped below the horizon, Shikamaru and his team, now joined by Yamcha and Puar, arrived at the gates of Sunagakure. The desert wind howled around them, kicking up small whirlwinds of sand as they approached the entrance. The group was weary from their journey, but the sight of the village spurred them on.

Standing at the gates were some of the higher-ups of Suna: Baki, Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro. Shikamaru's eyes widened slightly.

Weren't they just genin taking part in the chunin exams half a year ago?

The sight of Gaara, in particular, sent a shiver down his spine. Memories surged through both him and Ino—memories of the preliminary exams, where Gaara's brutal murder of Choji had left an indelible mark on their souls. Choji had been their brother in all but blood, and he had been turned into paste by the red-haired boy standing before them.

A vein popped in Shikamaru's head, but the anger that welled up within him was nothing compared to Ino's. She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury.

"I'll kill you," she began, her voice trembling with increasing rage. "I'll do to you what you did to Choji!"

The Sand shinobi immediately got into a combative stance, ready to defend their village and their comrade. However, Gaara raised a hand, signaling them to relax. "Stand down," he ordered calmly, his voice devoid of the malice that once characterized him.

Ino was about to get after him, but Lee stuck his hand out and shook his head. "Don't," he urged, his tone firm yet compassionate.

Shikamaru reeled in his own emotions, taking a deep breath. "We have to control ourselves, Ino. Killing Gaara won't bring Choji back, and it won't get the treaty signed. The mission has to come first."

Gaara, in an act that shocked everyone, presented himself humbly before the pair. He took a knee and bowed his head. "I understand if you can never forgive me," he said softly. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. I am truly sorry for what I did to your friend."

Ino's eyes narrowed, her anger still burning bright. "This is just a ploy," she snarled. "A trick to get us to drop our guard."

She lunged forward, intending to kick Gaara's head off his shoulders, but Shikamaru's shadow stopped her movement. "Knock it off, Ino," he berated her. "This isn't the time or place to get emotional."

Lee chimed in, trying to get Ino's emotions in check. "We all feel Choji-san's loss, Ino. But we need to think clearly. We cannot let our emotions control us."

Neji stepped forward, bowing slightly to Temari, Kankuro, and Baki. "Please forgive us for this outburst," he said, his tone formal. "We are here to solidify our alliance, not to reignite old grudges."

Yamcha and Puar stayed silent, their eyes wide as they took in the tension of the scene. They were outsiders in this conflict, and they knew better than to intervene.

Ino's chest heaved with anger and frustration, but she knew Shikamaru was right. She had to control herself, no matter how much she wanted to tear Gaara apart. "I don't care about your apology," she hissed at Gaara. "I still want to kill you."

Temari stepped forward, her fan at the ready. "You're welcome to try," she said coldly. "But you'll have to go through us first."

Kankuro's puppet clicked ominously beside him. "We won't let you harm our brother," he added, his voice steely.

Shikamaru sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "This is getting us nowhere," he said, his voice tired. "We need to focus on the mission. We're here to make sure Suna and Konoha can work together."

Gaara looked up, his eyes meeting Ino's with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I can't change the past," he said quietly. "But I can try to make up for it. I will do whatever it takes to prove that I have changed."

Ino's fists clenched at her sides, her knuckles white. "Prove it then," she challenged. "Prove that you're not the same fucking monster who killed Choji."

Gaara nodded solemnly. "I will. I swear it."

Shikamaru's gaze was intense as he spoke, his voice calm but firm. "Fuck the mission for a second. Gaara, why did you kill Choji?"

Gaara's eyes, once cold and filled with malice, were now contemplative. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Baki stepped forward. "Shikamaru, you need to understand Gaara's past to grasp his actions. He was born as a Jinchuriki, cursed from birth to be the host of Shukaku, the Ichibi. His father, the Fourth Kazekage, saw him as a weapon and nothing more."

Temari and Kankuro exchanged glances, their expressions somber. The former stepped in to add context. "Our father ordered numerous assassination attempts on Gaara, hoping to control him through fear and isolation. It was a miracle he survived, but it twisted him, made him believe that killing was the only way to prove his existence."

The latter continued, his tone bitter. "We all feared him. He became a monster because that's what everyone treated him like. He knew nothing of love or friendship. Only survival."

Gaara's voice, low and steady, cut through the tension. "But that changed when I met Son Goku and Uzumaki Naruto. They showed me that true strength comes not from crushing others but from protecting those you care about. Naruto's words and Goku's actions made me realize that I could be more than a weapon."

Shikamaru's eyes softened as he listened. "So, what about them specifically changed you?"

Gaara looked at him, his expression sincere. "Naruto fought me not to prove he was stronger, but to protect his friends. Goku, too, fought to protect. Their strength came from their desire to defend, not to destroy. They showed me that I could change, that I could use my strength to protect my village, not terrorize it."

Temari nodded. "Since his defeat in Konoha, Gaara has taken on a leadership role in Suna. Our father, the previous Kazekage, was killed by Orochimaru, leaving a power vacuum. Gaara stepped up, and he's been working to make our village stronger and safer."

Kankuro added, "He's in line to become the next Kazekage. He's not the monster he once was."

The shinobi from Konoha exchanged shocked glances. Even Yamcha and Puar were taken aback. The former blurted out, "You? The next Kazekage? You were a monster! How could you change so much?"

Gaara's eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Kankuro turned his glare on Yamcha. "And what about you, desert bandit? You have no room to talk."

Yamcha bristled, his hand moving to the hilt of his scimitar. "I didn't have a choice! It wasn't like Suna was sending food and drinks to help the poor. You brought the robberies on yourselves."

Kankuro's eyes flashed with anger. "So you justify your crimes by blaming us? You're just a thief who preyed on the weak."

Yamcha's grip tightened on his scimitar. "I did what I had to do to survive. You think I wanted this life?"

Shikamaru stepped between them, his voice calm but commanding. "Enough. We're not here to fight each other right now."

Gaara nodded. "He is right. We all have our pasts, but we can choose to move forward. I've chosen to protect my village and cherish life, to atone for my sins." He then looked at Shikamaru. "Thank you for giving me a chance to explain."

Shikamaru nodded. "A lotta people deserve a second chance, Gaara. You barely make the list. Just make sure you use it well."

Gaara's expression softened. "I will." His eyes then locked onto Shikamaru's. "So, the treaty?"

The Nara straightened, making a hand seal. A puff of smoke revealed a long scroll marked with intricate black ink. "We were sent to forge a stronger alliance," he began. "This treaty offers a legitimate opportunity for mercy, despite the invasion. Konoha is willing to look past the temporary enmity for a more stable future."

Gaara studied the scroll for a moment before nodding. "Follow me."

The group fell into step behind Gaara, moving through the winding streets of Sunagakure. The village was a stark contrast to Konoha, with its sandstone buildings and narrow alleys. The air was dry, and the sun cast long shadows.

Neji's eyes darted around, constantly scanning for threats. "The architecture here is fascinating," he remarked, his tone neutral. "It's like the village is one with the desert."

Lee, ever the optimist, added, "It has a rugged beauty. You can feel the strength of the people who live here."

Shikamaru glanced at Temari, who walked beside him. "It's been a while," he said, his tone casual but laced with a hint of flirtation.

Temari smirked. "It has. Still as lazy as ever?"

Shikamaru chuckled. "I prefer to think of it as efficient."

Temari rolled her eyes but smiled. "You would."

As they continued their walk, Yamcha and Puar lagged behind, clearly out of their element. The bandit muttered under his breath, "Why am I still here? I should just escape again."

The cat, hovering beside him, whispered back, "Just stick close. We'll be fine."

Kankuro, overhearing their exchange, sneered. "You two better not cause any trouble. We don't need bandits complicating things."

Yamcha bristled but held his tongue, knowing this wasn't the time for a confrontation.

Gaara led them to a large building at the center of the village. "This is the meeting hall," he announced, pushing open the heavy doors.

The interior was cool and dimly lit, a welcome respite from the scorching sun. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the history of Sunagakure, and a large table dominated the center of the room.

As they stepped inside, Shikamaru couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. "This place is impressive."

The future Kage motioned for them to sit. "Indeed."

Baki took a seat beside Gaara, his expression serious. "Let's get down to business."

Shikamaru unrolled the scroll, laying it out on the table. "This treaty outlines the terms of our alliance. Konoha offers protection and aid in exchange for mutual cooperation and support. We need to stand united against common threats."

Temari leaned over to read the scroll, her brow furrowing. "These terms are...surprisingly generous."

Shikamaru nodded. "We believe in second chances. Both villages have made mistakes, but we can learn from them and move forward."

Gaara's eyes scanned the document before he looked up, meeting Shikamaru's gaze. "And what do you gain from this?"

Shikamaru didn't hesitate. "Stability. Strength. A united front against enemies like Piccolo Daimao. We can't afford to be divided."

Neji, still scanning the room with his Byakugan, added, "We need to be prepared for anything. United, we stand a better chance."

Lee, ever enthusiastic, chimed in, "Together, we can overcome any obstacle!"

Shikamaru shot him a look, silently pleading for him to tone it down.

Gaara considered their words, his expression thoughtful. "It's a sound argument. We've seen firsthand the destruction and chaos that division can bring."

Temari nodded in agreement. "We both have lost so much already. We can't afford to lose more."

Kankuro, his arms crossed, remained skeptical. "How do we know we can trust you?"

Ino, her eyes narrowing, replied, "Trust is obviously built over time. We're just offering a starting point."

Shikamaru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "This isn't about politics or past grudges. It's about survival. This Piccolo Daimao guy is a real threat, and we need to be ready."

Gaara's eyes darkened at the mention of Piccolo Daimao. "We've heard rumors. If he's as powerful as they say, we'll need every advantage we can get."

Temari placed a hand on her brother's arm, her voice gentle but firm. "Exactly. It sounds wrong to say, but we need Konoha's help."

The redhead took a deep breath, his decision made. "Very well. We'll sign the treaty."

Shikamaru let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. You won't regret this."

As they prepared to finalize the agreement, Shikamaru's mind was already racing with plans and contingencies.

And then two more people arrive into the meeting hall, immediately commanding attention. Shikamaru and his team were interrupted by two elderly figures, Lady Chiyo and her brother, Ebizo. Their presence commanded respect and authority, their eyes sharp and discerning as they took in the Konoha shinobi standing before them.

Lady Chiyo's gaze lingered on their hitai-aite. "Why are Konoha shinobi here?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of suspicion.

Shikamaru stepped forward in a humble tone. "We're here to forge a stronger alliance between our villages," he began, his voice steady. "This treaty offers a legitimate opportunity for peace and cooperation, despite the recent invasion."

Ebizo leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "What assurances can you give us that this isn't just another act of deceit in order to create vulnerability? We've been betrayed before."

Shikamaru met his gaze without flinching. "This treaty is a chance for both of our villages to learn from past mistakes. We can't afford to be divided anymore, especially with threats like this Piccolo Daimao looming."

Temari couldn't help but feel impressed by Shikamaru's composure and eloquence. His responses were measured, thoughtful, and wise beyond his years. It made her see him in a new light, not just as a lazy genius, but as a true leader.

Lady Chiyo's eyes flicked to Gaara, who stood silently by, his expression unreadable. "And what does Gaara think of this?" she asked, her tone testing.

Gaara looked up from his position, his voice calm and measured. "I believe in the potential of this alliance. It's time to look forward."

Ebizo exchanged a glance with his sister before turning back to Shikamaru. "What guarantees Konoha will honor this agreement?"

Shikamaru didn't hesitate. "Our actions will prove our commitment to this alliance."

Temari couldn't help but feel impressed by Shikamaru's composure and eloquence. His responses were measured, thoughtful, and wise beyond his years. It made her see him in a new light, not just as a lazy genius, but as a true leader.

Ebizo leaned back, considering Shikamaru's words. "And what if Piccolo Daimao turns his sights on us? How can we be sure that Konoha will stand with us?"

Shikamaru's eyes hardened. "We face that threat together. Piccolo Daimao is a danger to all of us. United, we can stand against him. Divided, we will fall."

Lady Chiyo's eyes softened slightly, seeing the determination in Shikamaru's gaze. "You speak with conviction, young Nara. But words are easy. Action is what matters."

Shikamaru nodded. "Agreed. And we're ready to take action. This treaty is just the beginning."

Gaara spoke up, his voice firm. "I will sign the treaty. Our villages have more to gain as allies than as enemies."

Ebizo and Chiyo exchanged a look before nodding in agreement. "Very well," Ebizo said. "Gaara will sign on behalf of Sunagakure."

Shikamaru handed Gaara a brush, the latter carefully signed his name, the strokes rich, steady, and precise.

As he finished, the chunin let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. The troublesome mission was almost over.

Temari glanced at Shikamaru, a small smile playing on her lips. "You handled that well."

Shikamaru shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just doing my job."

Time to switch gears. Baki, his expression grave, turned to the group. "We need to know more about the attack outside the village. Who was responsible?"

Yamcha stepped forward, a scimitar at his side. "That would be me, at least at first," he began, his voice steady but tinged with guilt.

Before he could continue, Ino interjected, her voice cutting through the room. "After I kicked his ass, some dark grey demon guy named Snare showed up to kill dear Yamcha. We managed to take him down without anyone getting seriously hurt."

Baki's eyes narrowed. "A demon? Are you sure?"

Ino nodded. "Absolutely. He was allegedly powerful, but we found a way to deal with him."

As everyone began to speculate about who the demon could have been, Lady Chiyo quietly left the room. The conversations continued, a mix of concern and determination filling the space.

"We need to be prepared," Neji said, his Byakugan scanning the room. "This threat isn't going away."

Lee clenched his fists. "We'll fight whatever comes our way. We won't let Suna fall."

Shikamaru, his mind racing, tried to piece together the puzzle. "This Snare... he must be connected to something bigger. We need more information."

Before anyone could respond, Lady Chiyo re-entered the room, a scroll in her hands. "I received this from a messenger hawk a few days ago," she said, her voice carrying the weight of her years. "It's from the Raikage."

The room fell silent as Chiyo unrolled the scroll and began to read aloud. Her voice echoed through the hall, each word laden with urgency and gravity.

To the esteemed leaders of Sunagakure,

It is with great urgency that I write to inform you of the dire events that have transpired in Kumogakure. We have encountered a formidable threat in the form of Piccolo Daimao, a powerful entity who seeks to hunt down anyone who can oppose him. This threat is not one to be taken lightly, as he presumably commands a legion of demons, evidenced by a recent event in history.

Our village has already suffered greatly. One of our strongest shinobi fell to a son of Piccolo Daimao named Tambourine. This loss was compounded by the sudden arrival of a young warrior named Son Goku. His power is beyond anything we have encountered. In a confrontation that decimated parts of our village, Son Goku killed Tambourine with ease. Despite our best efforts, none of us could detain or even harm him. He disregarded our laws and customs, flying off without a second thought.

This situation demands our immediate attention. The existence of such powerful and untamed individuals poses a significant threat to all our villages. I propose a summit to discuss our options and strategies for dealing with these unprecedented dangers. We must unite to eliminate the greater evils before returning to our usual rivalries. The survival of our people depends on our cooperation.

Sincerely,

Raikage

Chiyo finished reading and rolled up the scroll with her aging hands. The room was heavy with the implications of the Raikage's message.

Ino's gasp cut through the tension, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Goku? No way he'd do something like that! He's sweet as can be."

Shikamaru, standing at the center, absorbed the shock and concern of his team. He knew more about Goku than anyone else here, but revealing too much could be risky. He chose his words carefully, avoiding direct contradiction of the Raikage's message.

Lee's voice was steady but firm. "The real enemy here is Piccolo Daimao, not Son Goku. We need to stay focused."

Neji nodded, his Byakugan still active. "Goku saved Konoha from a threat similar to what we faced hours ago. It's illogical to think he'd act differently in Kumogakure. Besides, Kumo has always been a bit... fishy. Remember the incident with Hinata-sama?"

A murmur of agreement swept through the group. Kumo's reputation was hardly spotless.

Temari, ever pragmatic, asked the question on everyone's mind. "Where is Piccolo Daimao now? Does he really have more sons?"

Shikamaru sighed, rubbing his temples. "I have no idea where to start. It's possible he's taken a city or village hostage, but pinpointing which one is impossible without more information. Konoha is still standing, so are Suna and Kumo. We haven't heard anything from Iwagakure, and Kirigakure has been silent too. Otogakure is destroyed thanks to the Kill Orochimaru team, led by yours truly. The smaller villages are obscure and lack detailed intel. He could be hiding anywhere."

The uncertainty hung in the air, heavy and oppressive.

Lady Chiyo, her eyes sharp despite her age, spoke up. "Piccolo Daimao is not a foe we can underestimate. We must be vigilant."

Ino clenched her fists, her mind racing. "Goku wouldn't betray us. He's out there, somewhere, fighting for the right reasons."

Lee, his determination unwavering, added, "We must train harder than ever. Piccolo Daimao's demons are powerful, but we can defeat them all with the right strategy."

Neji's voice was calm. "Information is key. We need to gather as much as we can."

Shikamaru's mind whirred with possibilities and strategies. "We need to send scouts to the villages we haven't heard from. Any sign of Piccolo Daimao must be reported immediately."

Temari's gaze was steady. "And we need to fortify our defenses. If Piccolo Daimao decides to strike, we must be ready."

Gaara, silent until now, stepped forward. "We must also be prepared for the unexpected. Based on the facts, Piccolo Daimao is cunning. He'll likely strike where we least expect it."

Lady Chiyo's voice was firm. "And what about Son Goku? How do we handle him?"

Shikamaru's gaze met hers. "Goku isn't our enemy. If anything, he's our greatest ally. We need to find him too. He could be the key to defeating Piccolo Daimao."

Lee punched his fist into his other hand, eyes blazing with determination. He wanted to test himself in a rematch with someone of Goku's caliber. He had trained excruciatingly hard ever since Sakura healed him half a year ago.

Neji's voice cut through the tension. "If Piccolo Daimao's power is anything like Son Goku's, we're in for the fight of our lives."

Shikamaru sighed, rubbing his temples. "Exactly."

The conversation shifted to Yamcha and Puar, who stood nervously to the side. Baki stepped forward, addressing the bandit. "Given your contributions in defeating Snare, you are pardoned for your crimes against Suna, effective immediately. You will be compensated for your efforts in protecting the village."

Yamcha's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, seriously?"

Gaara stepped up, his expression firm. "Yes. I will personally see to it that the city of Diablo is no longer neglected. We cannot afford to let our people suffer."

Yamcha extended his hand, and Gaara took it in a firm handshake. "Thank you. I promise I'll do what I can to help."

Puar, hovering nearby, nodded eagerly. "We'll do our best!"

Shikamaru spoke up. "We'd like to stay in the village for a week to recover and rejuvenate our energy for the trip back to Konoha."

Gaara nodded. "Consider it granted."

Temari, her usual smirk in place, winked at Shikamaru. "I'll show you to your quarters."

Shikamaru muttered, "Troublesome woman," but couldn't hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. He gestured for his team to follow, and they trailed behind Temari.

As they walked through the streets of Sunagakure, the Konoha shinobi took in the surroundings. The desert village, though harsh and barren, held a unique beauty and aesthetic to it.

Ino, walking beside Shikamaru, whispered, "It's amazing how resilient people can be, even in the harshest conditions."

Shikamaru nodded, his gaze distant. "Yeah. People can surprise you."

Lee, always energetic, bounced on his feet. "We need to use this time wisely. We should train and prepare for what's to come."

Neji, ever pragmatic, added, "Recovery first, Lee. Our possible encounter with Piccolo Daimao could be our last if we aren't at our peak."

Temari glanced over her shoulder, catching Shikamaru's eye. "Worried about the future, Shikamaru?"

He shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Just thinking about how we can win. Our enemies are hysterically powerful."

Temari's gaze softened. "You'll figure it out. You always do."

The group arrived at their quarters, a modest but comfortable set of rooms. Temari pushed open the door, revealing a spacious area with enough beds for everyone.

"Get some rest," she advised. "You'll need it."

Shikamaru nodded. "Thanks, Temari."

As the team settled into their new quarters, the weight of their mission settled heavily on their shoulders. They had a week to recover, but also to prepare for what lay ahead.

Ino, lying on her bed, stared at the ceiling. "Do you think we can really do this?"

Lee, stretching out on his own bed, grinned. "Of course we can! We've faced tough foes before, and we've come out stronger."

Neji, sitting cross-legged on his bed, closed his eyes in meditation. He had nothing to add.

Shikamaru, sitting by the window, gazed out at the desert. "We need to use every advantage we have. Information, strategy, and our combined strength. We can't let Piccolo Daimao get the upper hand."

Temari, leaning against the doorframe, watched them with a mix of admiration and concern. "We'll find a way, it's how the story works."

The chunin turned to face her, a rare smile crossing his face. "You're right, Temari. Hopefully the plot allows us all to survive this time."


In the heart of Kirigakure, Piccolo Daimao seethed with anger. The deaths of his children, Tambourine and Snare, were unbearable blows to his pride. Son Goku's power was even greater than he had anticipated. If he faced the boy now, there was no doubt in his mind that he would be absolutely demolished. His youth, his prime, was nonexistent, and with it, his hope of achieving ultimate domination.

Goku would beat him so bad, it wouldn't even be fair. The boy would literally paint the canvas of the Earth with his blood.

"Damnit!" Piccolo Daimao roared, his voice echoing through the empty halls. "How can I reclaim my youth? How can I defeat Son Goku without it?"

The absence of his divine abilities, stripped away when he had split from Kami, left him vulnerable. He could not expedite the rejuvenation of the Dragon Balls, and the five-month wait seemed an eternity away. There had to be another way, another means to regain his power and prepare for the inevitable confrontation with Son Goku.

Piano, his ever-loyal servant, entered the room cautiously. "Lord Piccolo, there is a man who wishes to speak with you."

Piccolo turned his venomous gaze on Piano. "And why should I care?"

Piano gulped, fear evident in his eyes. "He claims to be worth your time, my lord. He insists he has information and... resources that could aid you."

Piccolo Daimao's eyes narrowed. "If this is a waste of time, Piano, I will ensure you regret it."

Piano nodded vigorously and quickly ushered in the visitor. A man, old but exuding a sinister confidence, walked into the room. He was followed by two imposing figures, androids with cold, calculating eyes.

The man introduced himself with a chilling calm. "I am Dr. Gero. These are my creations, Android 9 and Android 10."

Piccolo Daimao's eyes flickered with interest. "What do you want, old man?"

Gero smiled, a twisted, sinister grin. "I have been working tirelessly to improve my androids, to create the perfect instruments of revenge against Son Goku. I come to offer you an alliance. Together, we can destroy Son Goku and dominate the world."

Piccolo's expression hardened. "What makes you think I need your help?"

Gero gestured to the androids. "These two can destroy the moon if they focus their power. I have created them to be nearly indestructible."

Piccolo's eyes narrowed further. "Prove it."

Without hesitation, the Demon King fired a pair of eye beams at Android 10, intending to obliterate him. To his astonishment, the beams were absorbed into Android 10's hands, leaving the android unharmed.

Piccolo's lips curled into a malicious smile. "Perhaps you're not bluffing after all, Gero. What do you propose?"

Gero stepped forward, his confidence unshaken. "We join forces. Together, we can eliminate Son Goku and all who oppose us. As it stands, neither of us alone has the power to defeat him. But together, we will be unstoppable."

Piccolo Daimao sneered. "If I were in my prime, I could crush Son Goku like an ant."

Gero's eyes gleamed with opportunity. "What if I told you I could restore your youth, make you even more powerful?"

Piccolo's interest was piqued, but his suspicion remained. "And why should I trust you?"

Gero laughed, a cold, calculating sound. "If I wanted to be your enemy, I'd already be dead. I have no reason to betray you. We share a common goal: the destruction of Son Goku."

Piccolo's eyes bore into Gero's. "Fine. But if this is a trick, if you do anything less than restore my youth, you will die a slow and painful death."

Gero nodded. "Understood. Let's begin immediately."

As Gero's words gave a flicker of light to his mind of darkness, Piccolo Daimao allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. His youth, his power, would potentially be restored. And with it, he would crush Son Goku and rule the world.

Hopefully.


Goku and Chi-Chi sat cross-legged on a grassy hill, the gentle breeze rustling their hair as they meditated. The sun bathed the valley in a warm glow, and the world seemed peaceful for a moment. The Saiyan's mind, however, was buzzing with ideas on how they could help the world.

"We could start a dojo," Goku suggested, his eyes still closed as he floated an idea. "Teach people how to defend themselves."

Chi-Chi tilted her head, considering it. "That's a good idea, but what about those who don't want to fight?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Goku said, scratching his head. "Not everyone likes fighting as much as I do."

Chi-Chi smiled. "What about a farm? We could grow food and give it to people who need it."

Goku opened one eye, peeking at her. "I like that idea. But farming takes a lot of time. I'd rather be training or exploring."

Chi-Chi sighed. "True. What else could we do?"

They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in thought. The valley around them was alive with the sounds of nature, the perfect backdrop for their brainstorming session. Goku suddenly had an idea and reached into his pocket, pulling out a capsule. With a quick pop, a domed dormitory appeared, complete with all the modern amenities.

"As much as I love nature and exploring, sometimes I like the comfort of a good bed," Goku said, smiling sheepishly.

Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you do that from the start?"

Goku shrugged. "I like being outside sometimes. It's peaceful."

Chi-Chi stood up, walking over to the capsule house. As she stepped inside, her eyes widened at the sight of the modern kitchen. An idea flickered in her mind, lighting up her face with excitement.

"We could open a restaurant!" she exclaimed. "We could feed the poor and be the best one in the world at that!"

Goku's face lit up. "That sounds awesome! And we could eat all the delicious food too!"

Chi-Chi laughed. "Of course you'd think of that. But really, we could make a difference. People need good food, and I love cooking."

Goku nodded eagerly. "Yeah! And we can use the money we make to help even more people."

Chi-Chi walked around the kitchen, already planning. "We'll need a good menu, something that can attract people but also be affordable for those who need it most."

Goku rubbed his chin, trying to think. "We could have all kinds of dishes. Maybe some from around the world, so everyone feels welcome."

Chi-Chi clapped her hands. "Yes! And we can grow some of our own ingredients to make sure everything is fresh."

They spent the next few hours brainstorming, throwing out ideas and refining their plans. Chi-Chi suggested they use the land around them to grow vegetables and herbs, while Goku talked about hunting for fresh meat.

"We could even have cooking classes," Chi-Chi said, her eyes sparkling. "Teach people how to make good, healthy food for themselves."

Goku grinned. "That's a great idea! And maybe we can have some fun contests too. Like who can eat the most or cook the best dish."

Chi-Chi laughed. "You and your contests. But it's a good idea. It'll bring people together."

Goku looked around the valley, imagining it filled with happy, well-fed people. "I think we can really do this, Chi-Chi. We can make a positive difference."

The girl nodded, feeling a warm glow in her heart. "We can. And we will."

They continued to plan, their excitement growing with each new idea. Chi-Chi sketched out designs for the restaurant, while Goku thought about the training they could offer on the side.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, they sat back, admiring their brainstorming session.

"I think this is going to be amazing," Chi-Chi said softly, leaning against Goku.

"Yeah," Goku agreed. "I can't wait to see it all come together."

Chi-Chi looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "We're going to do great things. I just know it."

They sat in comfortable silence, watching as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. The future was bright, and for the first time in a while, they felt a semblance of peace.

Chi-Chi broke the silence, her voice thoughtful. "You know, we'll need help to get this off the ground. Maybe we can ask some friends to join us. And we can host events, like festivals and parties. Make it a real community hub."

Goku's eyes lit up. "Yeah! And we can have training sessions for those who want to learn how to fight and defend themselves."

Chi-Chi laughed. "Always thinking about training. But I like it. It'll be a place where everyone can find something they love."

If it actually happened, of course.


A few days later, Ino and Lee walked through the winding streets of Sunagakure, their conversation centered on Gaara and the complex emotions his presence evoked. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that danced across the sandy ground. The heat of the day was giving way to a cooler evening breeze.

"I still can't believe Gaara is going to be Kazekage," Ino said, shaking her head. "After everything he did, after killing Choji… it doesn't seem right."

Lee glanced at her, his eyes earnest. "People can change. Look at yourself. You've grown a lot since the Chunin Exams. Gaara's change of heart is real. He's found a new purpose, thanks to people like Naruto and Son Goku."

Ino sighed, frustration mingling with doubt. "I know people can change, Lee. But Gaara… he's the reason I wanted to become a monster with a pretty face. He helped in making me believe that power over your problems was the best way to survive."

Lee stopped walking and turned to face her. "Ino-chan, you're not a monster. You're beyond pretty, and you have a kind heart. You're strong, but not just because of your looks or your training. It's because you care about people."

Ino blushed at the blunt compliment, her thoughts drifting momentarily to Son Goku. Lee's words reminded her of Goku's honest, straightforward nature. But Goku was different. He was more attractive, and she couldn't help but feel a deeper pull towards him. Lee, however, was her friend and her current training partner under Gai-sensei.

He wasn't so bad.

"Thank you, Lee," Ino said softly. "I just… it's hard to reconcile the Gaara who killed Choji with the Gaara who wants to protect his village now."

Lee nodded, understanding her turmoil. "I get it. But maybe this is his way of atoning for his past. By leading Sunagakure, he can protect people instead of hurting them."

Ino bit her lip, mulling over Lee's words. "I guess. It's just… complicated."

They continued walking in silence for a few moments, the atmosphere between them thick with unspoken thoughts. As they neared a secluded spot, they saw Neji sitting alone, his gaze distant as he stared at the horizon.

Ino exchanged a glance with Lee, and they both nodded. With a mischievous grin, Ino led the way over to Neji, determined to annoy him enough to break his solitude.

"Hey Neji!" Ino called out, her tone playful. "What's with the brooding look? Thinking deep thoughts again?"

Neji turned his head slightly, acknowledging their presence with a curt nod. "Just reflecting on the mission."

Lee plopped down beside him, his enthusiasm infectious. "Neji, you need to lighten up a bit. We completed our mission, and we're safe for now. Take a moment to relax."

Ino sat on Neji's other side, leaning in with a teasing smile. "Yeah, Neji. You're always so serious. What's the harm in having a little fun?"

Neji sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You two are incorrigible."

Ino's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Come on, Neji. When was the last time you smiled? I bet it's been ages."

Lee joined in, grinning widely. Ino rubbed off on him, too. "Yeah Neji. Show us that famous Hyuga smile. Or are you afraid it might crack your face?"

Neji shook his head, but the smile was now unmistakable. "You two are impossible. But fine, if it will get you to leave me in peace."

He allowed himself a small, genuine smile, and both Ino and Lee cheered, their laughter filling the air.

"There it is!" Ino said triumphantly. "I knew you had it in you."

Lee clapped Neji on the back. "See? It's not so bad to let loose once in a while."

Neji's smile lingered as he looked at his friends. "Thank you both, truly. Sometimes I forget to enjoy life."

Ino leaned back, looking up at the sky. "We've all been through a lot. It's good to have moments like this, where we can just be ourselves."

Neji looked at his friends, feeling a sense of gratitude. "You're right. And I'm grateful to have you two lunatics here with me."

They sat there for a while longer, enjoying the camaraderie and the rare moment of peace. The night began to fall, and the stars emerged in the clear, luscious night sky.

Two more days had passed, and the atmosphere in Sunagakure had settled into a tentative peace. Shikamaru found himself in a familiar setting, sitting across from Temari at a shogi board. The cool evening breeze rustled the fabric of the tent, carrying the faint sounds of the village winding down for the night.

Temari leaned forward, studying the board with a keen eye. "You're not going to win this time," she said, a confident smirk playing on her lips.

Shikamaru yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Troublesome woman. You always say that."

Her smirk widened. "That's because it's true. You might be a genius, but I'm no slouch either."

He moved a piece, his expression thoughtful. "We'll see about that. The game isn't over yet."

They continued to play in comfortable silence for a few more moves, the tension between them a mix of competitive spirit and something deeper. Temari finally made a bold move, capturing one of Shikamaru's key pieces.

"How do you like that?" she challenged, her eyes sparkling with triumph.

Shikamaru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You've improved, I'll give you that. But you're not the only one who's been practicing."

He countered with a move that turned the tide back in his favor, causing Temari to frown in concentration. She bit her lip, deep in thought, before making her next move. The game continued in this back-and-forth manner, each of them pushing the other to think harder, play better.

As the game drew closer to its conclusion, Shikamaru glanced up at Temari. "You know, for someone who's always so aggressive on the battlefield, you're surprisingly patient with shogi."

Temari chuckled. "It's all about balance, Shikamaru. You should know that better than anyone. Strategy isn't just about brute force; it's about waiting for the right moment to strike."

He nodded, impressed by her insight. "You're right. It's just… different, seeing that side of you."

She met his gaze, her expression softening. "We all have different sides to us. Sometimes, it takes the right person to bring them out."

Shikamaru felt a warmth spread through him at her words, a feeling he wasn't entirely sure how to handle. He moved another piece, then leaned back, giving her space to make her move. "You've got a point. Maybe I'm seeing a different side of you too."

Temari smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. "Maybe you are."

They finished the game, Shikamaru barely edging out a win. "That was close. You almost had me."

Temari laughed, a light, melodic sound that made his chest feel tight. "Next time, I will. Count on it."

He smiled back at her, feeling a strange sense of contentment. "I look forward to it."

They put the shogi pieces away, and the conversation drifted to other topics. They talked about their respective villages, their friends, and the challenges they faced. Shikamaru found himself relaxing more and more in her presence, appreciating her sharp mind and her straightforward nature.

As the night wore on, they stepped outside the tent, the desert air cool against their skin. The stars above were bright, the sky clear. Shikamaru leaned against a wooden post, looking up at the constellations.

"You know," he said quietly, "I didn't expect to find any peace here. After everything that's happened… it's been a lot."

Temari stood next to him, her arms crossed as she gazed at the sky. "I know what you mean. But sometimes, peace finds you in the most unexpected places."

He glanced at her, noticing the way the moonlight highlighted her features, casting soft shadows. "Yeah. I think you're right."

They fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the moment. The weight of their responsibilities and the uncertainties of the future seemed to lift, if only for a little while.

Temari broke the silence, her voice thoughtful. "Do you ever think about what could have been? If things had been different?"

Shikamaru nodded slowly. "Sometimes. But I've learned that dwelling on the past doesn't help. We have to focus on what we can do now, with what we have."

She smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Wise words from a wise man."

He chuckled softly. "I'm just trying to figure things out like everyone else."

They stood there for a while longer, the silence between them filled with unspoken understanding. Finally, Temari turned to him, her expression serious.

"Shikamaru, I want you to know… I appreciate you being here. It means a lot."

He met her gaze, his own expression sincere. "I'm glad to be here, Temari. And I appreciate you too."

There was a moment of hesitation, a fleeting second where Shikamaru thought she might say something more. But she simply smiled and nodded, the words unspoken but understood.


In the heat of the night, the desert surrounding Suna was cloaked in a shroud of restless wind. A dust storm, fiercer than any the village had seen in months, brewed over the landscape. The wind howled, carrying with it the sting of sand and grit that made the terrain nearly impossible to traverse. The dunes shifted like living creatures, obscuring the view and distorting the landscape.

In the midst of the storm, a clawed hand burst forth from beneath the dunes. The sand, blown over the presumably dead body, cascaded away to reveal the sinewy form of the Demon King's son. Unlike his fallen brothers, he possessed the coveted ability of regeneration. Over the course of six excruciating days, buried in the sands of Sunagakure, he had meticulously pieced himself back together. Now, fully recovered, his eyes burned with a renewed hatred and a thirst for vengeance.

He staggered to his feet, shaking off the remaining sand and flexing his regenerated muscles. His mind raced with thoughts of revenge, each of his assailants now etched into his memory. They had made a grave mistake, and he intended to make them pay for their arrogance, starting with the one who had dared to render him into such a state.

The demon's reptilian eyes scanned the horizon, glowing with a predatory gleam. The storm around him seemed to respond to his fury, intensifying as he let out a growl that was swallowed by the howling wind. He clenched his fists, the claws digging into his own flesh, drawing blood. It was a reminder of his mortality, a spur to his relentless drive for retribution.

"Fools," he hissed through gritted teeth. "They thought they could kill me. They thought they could best the favored son of Piccolo Daimao."

His voice, though low, was filled with a venomous rage that seemed to resonate with the storm. He took a step forward, then another, the determination in his gait unshakable despite the chaotic weather. The sandstorm, if anything, served as a metaphor for the turmoil within him, the swirling winds a reflection of his inner tempest.

As he walked, his mind replayed the confrontation with the Konoha shinobi. The way they had fought, their tactics, their strengths, and their weaknesses. He had underestimated them once, and it had cost him dearly. But now, armed with the knowledge of some of their capabilities and driven by an insatiable hunger for revenge, he would not make the same mistake again.

His form shimmered, blending with the shifting sands and the darkened sky. The night seemed to welcome him, cloaking his movements in shadows and obscurity. He moved with a newfound stealth, his body almost ethereal as it assimilated into the night. The storm, the darkness, and the very essence of his being converged, making him a part of the landscape itself.

As he disappeared into the stormy night, his mind was singularly focused. He would hunt them down, one by one. He would make them feel the pain he had endured, the agony of defeat, and the terror of facing a seemingly invincible foe. This time, he would not be the one to fall.

The storm raged on, its ferocity unmatched. But within its chaos, a predator lurked, silent and deadly. The favored son of Piccolo Daimao had returned, and his wrath would soon be unleashed upon the unsuspecting shinobi of Konoha.

His journey of vengeance had begun, and the night itself seemed to bow to his will as he assimilated into the darkness, becoming one with the very shadows that cloaked Sunagakure.


The next morning dawned bright and clear over Sunagakure, the storm from the night before a distant memory. Inside the Kazekage's office, Yamcha and Puar stood before Gaara, expressing their gratitude.

"Thank you, Gaara," Yamcha said earnestly, bowing slightly. "With your help, Diablo will have the resources it needs to thrive. We owe you our lives."

Gaara nodded solemnly, his expression as stoic as ever. "Sunagakure values its allies. We will ensure Diablo receives the support it needs."

Puar hovered beside Yamcha, his small form radiating relief. "Thank you so much. We will not forget this."

As they turned to leave, Gaara's eyes flicked to Temari, who stood by the door. She gave him a brief nod, understanding the weight of his silent command to keep an eye on their departing allies. The bonds they had forged were fragile, and trust was a precious commodity in these uncertain times.

Yamcha and Puar walked out of the office, the heavy wooden door closing behind them with a thud. They stepped into the bright morning light, the warmth of the sun a stark contrast to the cold tension that seemed to hang in the air.

The bandit could not contain his excitement at his fortune. Kami had surely blessed him.

"Finally! I saved our city from poverty-"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The explosion was sudden, a violent eruption of sound and force that shattered the morning calm. The ground shook vigorously, and a humongous cloud of dust and debris billowed into the air. When the smoke cleared, Yamcha's lifeless body lay in a crater, his signature death pose unmistakable.

His body was slightly twisted, with one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched out straight. One of his arms lay across his chest, while the other was outstretched to the side. His head was turned to one side, and his eyes were closed, giving his face a peaceful, almost resigned expression. Puar was reduced to a pile of ash beside him, the small creature having been caught in the blast's full fury.

Just like that, Yamcha was dead. Dead, dead, dead... dead.

Saibamen'd before the Saibamen even arrive into the story.