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Infinite Crossroad
Chapter 1
The battlefield was in shambles. Raditz, clutching his side, forced himself to stand as blood poured from the deep wound inflicted by Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon. He glanced over at his younger brother, Goku, lying motionless, a hole through his chest. For a brief moment, Raditz felt something unfamiliar—a mixture of disbelief and bitterness.
"Kakarot... you fool," he muttered, wincing in pain. Goku had sacrificed himself to save this pathetic planet, and it almost worked. Raditz had barely survived, but even he knew he was running out of time. He turned his gaze toward his space pod, the only way he could escape.
But his heart sank when he saw the wreckage. His pod was destroyed, crumpled like paper, with smoke rising from its remains. Gohan's earlier rage had smashed the pod beyond repair. It was his only chance to leave this planet, and now it was gone.
Raditz cursed under his breath. His scouter beeped faintly from where it lay on the ground, but calling for help now was pointless. He was too injured, and the fight wasn't over.
Piccolo, staggering but still determined, slowly approached him. "You're not leaving here, Raditz," the Namekian growled. His energy was nearly depleted, but he had just enough left for one final blow.
Raditz glared at Piccolo, feeling the crushing weight of his injuries. He was too weak to fight, too injured to survive another direct attack. His mind raced for a solution. Calling Vegeta and Nappa could take too long, and he knew Piccolo wouldn't give him the chance.
As Piccolo gathered his last bit of energy, raising his hand to fire, Raditz acted on pure instinct. Summoning what little strength he had left, he raised his palm and fired a weak energy blast straight at Piccolo.
The beam wasn't strong, but it was fast and unexpected. It caught Piccolo off guard, striking him square in the chest and sending him stumbling backward. Piccolo grimaced, gritting his teeth in pain as the blast knocked the wind out of him, forcing him to collapse to one knee.
"You're not... taking me down... that easily!" Raditz spat, his voice hoarse but defiant. He knew his attack wouldn't keep Piccolo down for long, but it was enough. Enough to buy time.
Ignoring the searing pain in his side, Raditz turned and launched himself into the sky, flying away from the battlefield as fast as his injured body would allow. The wind rushed past him, and the landscape below blurred as he flew higher, farther away from the carnage and death left behind.
Piccolo, gasping for breath, forced himself to stand. His vision was blurred by exhaustion and pain, but he could still make out Raditz's form retreating into the distance. He cursed under his breath, too drained to give chase. "Damn it…"
Raditz flew as far as he could, but his body was failing. Every beat of energy sent shockwaves of agony through his wounded side. He pushed himself harder, flying until the battlefield was a distant memory, until even the mountains became mere specks on the horizon.
Finally, his body could take no more.
His vision darkened, his energy reserves completely drained. Raditz descended, crashing hard into a forest clearing. He tumbled across the ground, rolling to a stop against a large tree. Groaning in pain, he tried to push himself up, but his arms gave out.
"Vegeta... Nappa..." he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper now. "Damn it..."
Raditz's vision swam, the pain too overwhelming to fight. He collapsed, breathing heavily, his body refusing to move any further. His scouter beeped faintly nearby, but he didn't have the strength to call for help.
As his consciousness began to slip, Raditz stared up at the sky. His mission had failed. Kakarot was dead, but so was his pod, and now he was stranded. The humiliation burned more than the pain in his body. He had come to Earth to conquer, only to be outwitted and wounded by a low-class Saiyan and a Namekian.
Far away, Piccolo stood alone at the battlefield, staring at the horizon where Raditz had fled. He knew the Saiyan was still out there, but for now, the battle was over.
The dust from the fierce battle had barely settled when Bulma, Krillin, and Master Roshi arrived at the battlefield in a small airship. The place was eerily silent. They could see the cratered ground, the scorched earth, and broken rocks scattered around, marking the spot where the intense fight had taken place. But what stood out most was the sheer absence of Goku. His body was nowhere to be found.
Bulma gasped as the ship touched down, immediately rushing out. "Where's Goku?!" she cried out, her heart pounding with dread. Krillin followed closely behind, scanning the battlefield for any sign of his best friend.
They didn't have to look far. Lying near a boulder, barely conscious, was Piccolo, his body battered from the fight. A few feet away, they saw Gohan, unconscious but still breathing.
"Piccolo!" Krillin rushed over, panic rising as he noticed the extent of Piccolo's injuries. "What happened here? Where's Goku?"
Piccolo's eyes cracked open, pain etched on his face as he struggled to speak. "Goku… he's gone," he rasped. "That fool sacrificed himself to kill his brother."
The color drained from Krillin's face. "Sacrificed himself?" His voice trembled. "You mean… he's…?"
Piccolo nodded weakly. "Dead. Goku's brother, Raditz, was too strong. We had no choice. I used my Special Beam Cannon, and it took both of them out."
Krillin stepped back, horror in his eyes. "But… Goku's brother? He's dead too, right?"
Piccolo's gaze darkened. "No. Raditz survived. Barely. But he's still out there, heavily injured, but alive."
Krillin's breath hitched. "What?! You mean that monster is still out there somewhere?" His voice grew frantic, fear evident. "What if he comes back? We don't stand a chance against him!"
Master Roshi placed a calming hand on Krillin's shoulder, his voice firm but soothing. "Krillin, panicking won't help. We've faced impossible odds before. Right now, we need to focus on gathering the others and preparing for the fight ahead."
Krillin swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, though his fear still lingered. "But Roshi, he's… he's too strong."
Piccolo slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing from the pain. "He is strong," he admitted, his voice low and serious. "But there's a way we can prepare. Goku's brat," he gestured weakly toward Gohan, "that kid has immense power."
Bulma, who had been silently watching from a distance, immediately stepped forward. "What are you saying?" she demanded. "He's just a child! He's been through enough already!"
Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "Listen, woman. Gohan is the only one, besides me, who was able to hurt Raditz during that battle. That kid has incredible potential. If you want a chance to defeat Raditz, you're going to need him."
Bulma shook her head, her voice filled with disbelief. "You can't be serious. He's too young! He's not a fighter!"
Piccolo's expression hardened. "He doesn't have a choice. None of us do. If we want to stand a chance against Raditz — and the others — we have to train him. Whether you like it or not, the kid is going to be a key player in this fight."
Krillin shifted uncomfortably. "Others? What others?"
Piccolo's gaze turned grim. "During the fight, he mentioned two others saiyans. They're even stronger than he is. If we don't prepare, this planet is done for."
A heavy silence fell over the group as the weight of Piccolo's words sank in. Krillin's anxiety spiked again, but Roshi's steady hand kept him grounded.
Bulma clenched her fists, torn between fear for Gohan's safety and the reality of the situation. "I don't like this," she whispered. "But… if what you're saying is true, then we don't have much of a choice."
Piccolo grunted in agreement. "Exactly. I'll train the kid myself. He has untapped power that will be crucial. Goku's sacrifice can't be for nothing."
Bulma still didn't like the idea, but she knew they had no other option. "Fine," she said quietly, her heart heavy. "But you better take care of him, Piccolo."
With a curt nod, Piccolo stood, though the strain on his body was evident. "I'll make sure the boy is ready. That's the only way any of us will survive what's coming."
And with that, against all their instincts, they watched as Piccolo gently picked up Gohan and flew off into the distance, preparing to turn Goku's son into the warrior the Earth would need.
As Piccolo soared through the air, carrying the unconscious Gohan in his arms, his mind was focused on the task ahead: training the boy. He'd witnessed the raw power Gohan had unleashed against Raditz, and now it was up to him to draw it out, refine it, and turn it into something formidable. But just as Piccolo was beginning to form a plan, a sudden, intense pain shot through his skull, causing him to wince. He clutched his head with one hand, nearly losing his grip on Gohan.
Then, a voice echoed in his mind. It was faint at first, a whisper, barely audible, but unmistakably real.
"Well done, Piccolo," the voice rasped, low and sinister, with a strange, unnatural tone. "You've succeeded where your father failed. You killed Goku."
Piccolo's eyes narrowed as he scanned the empty skies. There was no one around, and yet the voice persisted, seeping into his thoughts like an unwelcome presence. He slowed his flight, the sensation unsettling, but he couldn't stop now.
"But don't be so quick to celebrate," the voice continued, dripping with dark amusement. "Goku's death is just the beginning. Right now, in your arms, you hold the true key. The perfect weapon. Not just to conquer Earth, but to claim something far greater."
Piccolo's gaze shifted down to Gohan, who lay unconscious in his arms. He scowled. The voice was right about one thing—Gohan had an immense, untapped power, unlike anything he had ever seen. If trained properly, the boy could be a weapon, a tool that Piccolo could use to defeat the remaining Saiyans.
But something about the voice unnerved him. It was almost as if it knew more than it should, as if it had seen what had transpired, witnessed Gohan's outburst of power.
"You can feel it, can't you?" the voice whispered, more insistent now, slithering into his mind like a serpent. "The boy's potential is limitless. With him under your control, no one could stand against you. Not Raditz. Not the Saiyans. Not anyone. And you… you could become more than just the ruler of Earth. You could rise far beyond that."
Piccolo gritted his teeth, pushing back against the voice's influence, but its words were disturbingly tempting. His father, King Piccolo, had sought domination over Earth, but his ambitions had been small compared to the possibilities now laid before him. Gohan was not just powerful—he was the key to something far greater.
"You don't need to settle for Earth," the voice hissed, its tone growing darker, more seductive. "Why limit yourself when you can have everything? The galaxy, the stars… all could be yours if you shape the boy, mold him into the weapon he was meant to be. Together, you would be unstoppable."
Piccolo slowed his flight further, his mind swirling with the voice's insidious promises. The idea of using Gohan to not just save Earth but to conquer it—and perhaps even more—was intoxicating. He had always planned to surpass his father, to become greater than King Piccolo had ever been, but now the scope of that ambition seemed too narrow.
If Gohan's potential was as vast as he believed, then the sky wasn't the limit—there were no limits. Piccolo could carve out his own legacy, not just on Earth, but across the universe. And with Gohan by his side, no one could stop them.
"I can see it in you, Piccolo," the voice continued, a wicked chuckle slipping through. "You understand the boy's power, but more than that, you understand what you could become with him under your control. It's not about survival anymore. It's about domination. You could be a ruler, a conqueror… a god."
Piccolo's lips curled into a small, dangerous smirk. The voice's words tugged at something deep within him, an ambition that had been dormant but was now being fanned into a flame. He had always sought power, but this… this was on a scale he had never imagined. And Gohan was the key to it all.
"The perfect weapon," Piccolo muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible, but the dark allure of the idea was undeniable. The boy had power, raw and unrefined, but with the right training, that power could be shaped into something unstoppable. Something that could crush Raditz, the Saiyans, and anyone who stood in their way.
As he flew onward, Piccolo's mind raced. The boy's potential was limitless, and with Piccolo guiding him, there would be nothing to stop them from achieving the kind of dominance that even his father, King Piccolo, could never have dreamed of.
And that voice… whoever—or whatever—it was, it had shown him a path he hadn't considered before. Piccolo didn't care where the voice had come from, or even who was behind it. All that mattered was the truth in its words. Gohan wasn't just a tool to fight the Saiyans—he was the key to something far greater.
"You're right," Piccolo finally said, speaking to the empty air. "This boy's power is exactly what I need. Together, we'll be unstoppable."
The voice chuckled softly, its presence lingering in Piccolo's mind like a shadow. "You're starting to see it now. This isn't just about revenge or petty victories. This is about ultimate power. Train the boy. Unlock his potential. And soon… you'll have everything you've ever wanted."
The pain in Piccolo's head slowly faded, leaving behind only the echo of the voice's sinister promises. He looked down at Gohan one more time, his smirk growing.
"Rest while you can, kid," he muttered, his voice filled with dark determination. "We have work to do."
As Piccolo continued on, the shadow of the voice lingered in the back of his mind. He didn't know who it was or why it had chosen to speak to him, but it didn't matter. It had shown him a new path—a path to ultimate power. And Piccolo would follow that path, with Gohan as his weapon, until the universe itself bowed before them.
What he didn't realize was that the voice was far from a mere observer. It was calculating, manipulative, and it had its own plans for the boy and the warrior who carried him. But for now, it would let Piccolo believe the path ahead was his choice.
For now.
Goku stood nervously in the vast chamber of King Yemma's office, his eyes wide as they took in the grandeur of the Otherworld. It was a surreal experience for him—his first time here. Everything around him seemed colossal, from the towering walls to the massive desk behind which King Yemma sat. Goku fidgeted with the hem of his orange gi, his thoughts racing. His own death hadn't fully sunk in yet, but he knew one thing for sure: Earth was still in danger.
The battle with Raditz had been devastating, and the threat wasn't over. Raditz was still alive and who knows when he would recover and attack again. That terrifying revelation weighed heavily on his mind as he stood there, silent but determined. He glanced at his boots for a moment, then back at Kami, who was standing beside him, calm and composed.
Kami's aged features carried a wisdom that contrasted with the anxious energy coming off Goku. His long, flowing cape trailed slightly as he moved, and the staff in his hand was more than just a symbol of his authority—it was a reflection of the countless years he had spent watching over Earth. Kami's green skin and ancient face were set in a deep frown, his white beard twitching as he spoke with King Yemma, pleading for a solution.
"King Yemma," Kami said, his deep voice carrying a sense of urgency, "I am here to request something of great importance. Goku needs to train with King Kai if Earth is to survive the next threat. The Saiyan responsible for Goku's death is still alive on Earth."
King Yemma, sitting behind his immense desk, was a behemoth of a figure. His horns curled slightly above his head, and his massive hands rested on the surface before him. His eyes glinted as he regarded Kami and Goku, his posture both intimidating and regal.
"So, you're asking me to allow Goku to train with King Kai?" Yemma's voice was like distant thunder, reverberating throughout the room. "You realize the path to King Kai is no small feat. It's one thing to die, but quite another to train in the Otherworld. And you're certain this is necessary?"
Kami, unfazed by Yemma's imposing stature, nodded solemnly. His sharp eyes reflected the weight of the decision. "It is not just necessary—it's the only option. Earth is in grave danger. If Goku does not train with King Kai, we may not stand a chance against the Saiyan. Goku has already proven himself, but he needs more than what we can offer on Earth."
Goku, standing at Kami's side, clenched his fists. The reality of the situation was hitting him. He didn't have time to feel sorry for himself for being defeated by Raditz; He was still around on Earth a threat that need to be taken care of. He swallowed hard and stepped forward, his heart racing but his face set with determination. His black hair was still tousled from the intense battle, but his spirit remained unbroken.
"I'll do it," Goku said firmly, looking up at King Yemma with conviction. "I'll run the Snake Way, no matter how tough it is. I have to get stronger! My friends are counting on me. Earth is counting on me."
King Yemma leaned back in his chair, his large eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinized Goku. "Hmph. Your determination is admirable, Goku. But let me remind you—Snake Way is a million miles long. One wrong step, and you'll fall into the depths of the Otherworld. It's not a path for the faint of heart."
Goku's face didn't waver. His brows furrowed as he nodded. "I understand. I'll run as fast as I can. I need to get to King Kai and become strong enough to protect everyone."
Kami glanced at Goku with approval. Despite Goku's youthful appearance and somewhat naive demeanor, Kami could see the immense potential within him. This young Saiyan, who had defended Earth time and time again, was about to embark on one of the most dangerous journeys imaginable. But Kami believed in him. The fate of the world had fallen into Goku's hands more than once, and each time, he had risen to the challenge.
King Yemma's massive fingers drummed on the desk as he considered the request. After a few long moments, he finally gave a slow, measured nod. "Very well. I'll allow it. Goku, you may begin your journey to King Kai. But remember—if you want to stand a chance against the Saiyans, you'll need to push yourself harder than ever before. You won't be able to make mistakes."
Goku grinned, his face lighting up with hope. "Thank you, King Yemma! I won't let you down. I'll get there, no matter what!"
As the massive doors to King Yemma's chambers creaked open, revealing the entrance to the legendary Snake Way, a sense of excitement coursed through Goku. Beyond the doors stretched an impossibly long, winding path suspended in the air. It was glowing faintly, curving into the distant horizon like a road to nowhere.
Goku gazed at the path, feeling a surge of determination. His muscles tensed in anticipation, and his eyes narrowed with focus. The weight of responsibility hung heavy on his shoulders, but he welcomed it. He knew that somewhere, Raditz was Earth and he could kill everyone at any moment. Time was not on his side.
"You'll have to move quickly, Goku," Kami reminded him, stepping closer. His voice was calm, but there was urgency behind it. "You must reach King Kai as fast as possible."
Goku nodded, his mind already set. "Don't worry, Kami. I won't let Earth down. I'll become stronger than ever!"
Kami, though stoic, couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride for the warrior standing beside him. "Good luck, Goku. Remember—trust in yourself. You're stronger than you realize."
With one final nod to Kami and King Yemma, Goku turned toward Snake Way. He took a deep breath and, without wasting another moment, sprinted forward, the sound of his boots pounding against the path as he began his journey.
As Goku's figure disappeared into the distance, Kami remained behind, his brow furrowed in thought. "This is the only way, Yemma. Goku is our last hope."
King Yemma grunted in agreement, his large arms crossing over his chest. "Let's hope that hope is enough."
And with that, Goku's long journey to King Kai began, with the fate of Earth hanging in the balance.
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