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'Hello' - thoughts
Two years had passed since Naruto began his intense training under Kami, and the progress he made during that time was nothing short of remarkable. The sacred grounds of Kami's Lookout had become more than just a place for Guardians to stay and look over the world, it was a training arena fit for shaping the future protectors of Earth. Naruto was no longer the same Saiyan who had come seeking wisdom and power. He had transformed, honing not only his body but also his mind and spirit.
Kami was a wise and patient mentor, and under his guidance, Naruto had learned to control his Ki far more efficiently. His growth wasn't just limited to strength, he had gained a deeper understanding of Ki manipulation and learned to create devastating new Ki blast techniques of his own.
The most challenging part of his training was mastering his inner self, the Oozaru. Like Kami, Naruto wanted to conquer his inner self. The primal power of the great ape was ten times stronger than him. Conquering it was an ongoing battle, He believed conquering his inner self would lead to having the power of Oozaru without transforming into one.
Meanwhile, Bulma was making incredible strides of her own. With access to Saiyan/ Frieza Force technology, she had dove headfirst into learning the intricacies of alien engineering. She had even mastered the alien language, a galactic common tongue that resembled English but had its own unique letters. Bulma, being the genius she was, quickly adapted and began not only replicating but improving upon the technology. Her crowning achievement was the development of an enhanced space travel system, But it was still in progress far from being perfect.
Bulma also started to take training from Naruto here and then. She learned to defend herself. Unlike others, Bulma couldn't unlock her Ki through normal training methods. Instead, Naruto had to forcefully channel his Ki through her body in a painful but necessary process. Bulma, resilient as ever, endured it, and soon she was able to use Ki to enhance her speed and strength. Though flying came naturally to her after unlocking her Ki, she still preferred the comfort of her vehicles.
Because of her training, she has developed a killer body just like her mother. Her tits have gotten bigger, hips gotten wider and her doughy ass has become large but not so large. To Naruto they are perfect.
Bulma's mother, Panchy, helped alleviate her workload at Capsule Corp, allowing Bulma to focus more on her inventions and personal growth.
On the other hand, ChiChi like Bulma became more beautiful, her athletic and toned body, had grown more voluptuous, her boobs had gotten bigger like Bulma, and her hips had gotten wider that supported a perfect phat firm ass. Not to mention her thick athletic legs made her more sexy.
ChiChi didn't just grow physically, she had become a formidable fighter, earning the title of Earth's strongest human after Master Roshi. ChiChi had unlocked her Ki fully without much difficulty, and her progress and growth even surprised her master. She mastered the Kamehameha in record time and developed her own unique Ki-based attacks. With each sparring session, she pushed herself harder, reaching new heights of power.
Krillin too had made tremendous progress. While not as overwhelmingly powerful as ChiChi, he was no slouch. His mastery over his Ki and the Kamehameha, along with the way of creating his own techniques, made him a force to be reckoned with. His speed was his most dangerous weapon, often leaving his peers stunned at how fast he could move.
Even ChiChi and Roshi had to stay on their toes during sparring matches with him. Naruto often joked about Krillin's bald head being his secret weapon, it was practically indestructible.
Yamcha, though nowhere near Krillin or ChiChi level, still made notable improvements. However, his growth was hindered by his ego. While stronger than most humans, his arrogance often clouded his potential. Roshi had tried countless times to humble him, but Yamcha's cocky nature always seemed to rear its head. Despite this, Yamcha remained a loyal friend, eager to help wherever he could.
Naruto also learned more about his Saiyan heritage. Thanks to Shenron he is able to learn about his race through his dreams, dreams that revealed pieces of a forgotten history. To this day, Naruto was still grateful to Shenron for not dumping all the knowledge in his head at the same time. Night after night, the knowledge of his ancestors came to him, like whispers from a time long past. Through these dreams, he learned more about the Super Saiyan and the Legendary Super Saiyan and their unfathomable power. But as much as he tried, he hadn't yet figured out how to unlock the transformation for himself.
His knowledge of the biology of Saiyans also expanded, explaining how they grew stronger after every battle, and why they have the potential to become the ultimate warriors. Naruto learned so much but there were still gaps in it.
It was during one of these dreams that Naruto learned something that shook him to his core. The destruction of the Saiyan race hadn't been solely at the hands of Frieza. There was another, a far more powerful being, that Frieza abided by. Throughout this revelation, Naruto came to hate the late King Vegeta, the Saiyan, the sole reason for the fall of their people. All because of King Vegeta's so called insecure pride.
But Naruto's anger toward that man was something he learned to let go of, after all, the king and the rest of Saiyans were dead, long gone with Planet Vegeta.
However, recently something really started to bother Naruto. His dreams, once clear and instructional, had started to shift. There were strange, fragmented visions now, flashes of another life. In these dreams, it felt as if Naruto wasn't just watching but living through someone else's eyes. The experiences were bizarre. He couldn't make sense of them.
The dreams were brief and often left Naruto confused when he woke up. He could never remember much of what he saw, only fleeting images that slipped away as soon as he opened his eyes.
He didn't talk about them with anyone, not his Dad, not Bulma, not ChiChi, not even Kami. After all, what was there to say? They felt too surreal, too random to put into words. But the dreams are just there. He felt like it was something hidden, waiting for him to uncover.
But Naruto tried to ignore the strange dreams for now. They were not that frequent, to begin with. Maybe a side effect of the wish he made.
…
Naruto lay stretched out on the beach, letting the warm rays of the sun wash over his body. With his eyes closed, his mind drifted into relaxation. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore created a peaceful backdrop. However it was hard to relax when his two girlfriends, Bulma and ChiChi, had been teasing him relentlessly since they arrived on the island, and it was testing his patience.
Bulma's red sling bikini barely covered anything. Calling it a bikini would be a crime. The bikini top consists of only two tiny pieces of triangles hiding her nipples. The bottom was the same, only covering her pussy and leaving her whole ass bare as the fabric disappeared between her fat ass cheeks. Her breasts jiggled with every playful movement.
ChiChi wasn't any better, wearing the same but a black sling bikini. Leaving nothing for imagination. Every movement made her boobs bounce up and down and her exposed perfect phat ass jiggled much to his pleasure.
They knew exactly what they were doing, splashing each other in the water, their bodies glistening in the sunlight. Every time they giggled, every teasing look they shot him, his lust grew. Naruto tried to keep calm, trying to focus on anything other than the pulsing need inside him. But his mind kept wandering, imagining what it would feel like to grab their jiggling bouncy ass, tear off their so-called swimsuits, and fuck them on the beach.
He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to keep control. The mental training Kami had put him through might have made him stronger, but it hadn't tamed his Saiyan lust. It was becoming impossible to ignore, and being Roshi's son didn't make it any easier.
Bulma and ChiChi emerged from the water, their wet soft bodies glistening as they walked toward him, hips swaying seductively. Naruto's breath hitched when he saw their breasts bouncing with each step, barely held by the tiny fabric.
"Naruto, we've decided to explore the island. Are you coming with us?" Bulma asked, her voice playful and teasing. The smirk on her lips told him she knew exactly how much they were tempting him.
"Nah, you girls go ahead," Naruto replied, trying to sound casual. But in his mind, all he could think was 'If I go with you, I won't be able to hold back. I'll fuck you both senseless right here.'
ChiChi giggled, "Alright, don't worry. We won't be long." She winked at him before they both wrapped towels around their waists, covering just enough to tease him further.
As they walked away, Naruto let out a sigh, trying to cool down the fire burning inside him. They were driving him crazy. Every inch of their bodies was a temptation he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist. He doesn't want this relaxation vacation to turn into a fuck feast, damn it.
Once they were out of sight, Bulma and ChiChi shared a giggle. "Did you see his eyes?" ChiChi whispered. "They were filled with lust. I think we pushed him to his limit."
Bulma smirked, "Good. I want him to be so wound up that when we get back, he won't be able to help himself."
As they ventured deeper into the island, the girls talked about how they could reward Naruto for holding back. But soon, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Out of the bushes stepped several men in uniforms armed with heavy weapons, their lust-filled eyes locking onto Bulma and ChiChi.
"What do we have here? Two lost beauties," one of the soldiers sneered, his eyes roaming over their barely covered bodies.
ChiChi's stomach twisted in disgust as she noticed the way they were looking at them. "We're not lost. We were just leaving," she said firmly.
But the soldiers didn't take no for an answer. They pointed their guns at the girls, wicked grins plastered on their faces. "We weren't asking, babydoll. Come with us, and it'll be pleasurable for both of you."
Bulma's eyes narrowed, and ChiChi's hands clenched into fists. The men had no idea who they were dealing with. With a quick glance at each other, the two women decided to show these creeps exactly what they were capable of.
Before the soldiers could react, Bulma and ChiChi sprang into action. In a matter of seconds, they disarmed them and sent them crashing to the ground. In an instant those men were nothing more than a broken, bloody mess, groaning in pain. Bulma dusted off her hands, while ChiChi straightened her bikini top.
"Disgusting pigs," Bulma muttered.
ChiChi nodded, "Let's get back to Naruto."
When they reached the beach, Naruto immediately sensed something was off. His eyes narrowed as they recounted what had happened. Rage boiled inside him at the thought of those bastards threatening his girlfriends.
"I'm going to kill them," Naruto growled, his fists tightening.
ChiChi placed a calming hand on his chest, "We already handled it. They won't be bothering anyone anymore."
"I'm surprised that there are soldiers on this island, thai island is strictly a private island." Naruto said, "Or are they just Pirates?"
Bulma, adjusting her bright red bikini, said, "They don't appear to be pirates."
"They were also heavily armed too," ChiChi replied.
Naruto suggested, "Let's check if there are more of them on this island."
…
After some time, they stumbled upon a small military base hidden away behind thick foliage. Naruto, ChiChi, and Bulma exchanged glances, sensing the danger lurking nearby. The sight of helicopters and a submarine was not good news, and Bulma spotted the red flag bearing the ominous "RR,".
"That flag belongs to the Red Ribbon Army," Bulma stated, concerned edged in her voice. "They're the world's strongest terrorist military force. If they're here, they must be up to no good."
"They must be looking for something," Naruto surmised, narrowing his eyes as he examined the base. "And with that submarine, they might be after something underwater."
ChiChi, her brows furrowed in thought, replied, "But what are they looking for?"
"Nothing good that I can tell," Bulma said, "Their sole purpose is World domination. They are the number one enemy of the world government because of that."
"We have to infiltrate their base," Naruto suggested, "Me and ChiChi will quietly take out those soldiers, While, Bulma, you will sneak into their communication tower and see if you find some useful info."
"Good Idea!" Bulma and ChiChi agreed, it was the only rational way for now.
Both girls quickly started to change into proper attire. As Bulma slipped into her black jeans shorts and tight tank top and a leather crop jacket, a pair of comfy shoes. ChiChi wore her form-fitting low-cut white qipao with two high slits and her combat heels. The girls were ready to fight. Naruto quickly put on a pair of baggy black jeans, a black and orange jacket with a fitting black shirt underneath. And a pair of boots.
When they swiftly dispatched the soldiers Bulma gathered intel from the communication room. After a while, the trio again gathered together.
"You found something?" he asked, eager for any news.
Bulma emerged, her face pale. "They're collecting the dragon balls. They already have three and are searching for one deep underwater." She broke the news. Naruto and ChiChi were taken back for a second "They also made their own dragon radar, although not as precise as mine."
"That's bad, very bad." ChiChi said "If they are able to get their hands on all of them…"
"We can't let that happen," Naruto asserted, his fists clenching in determination. "We need to gather the remaining dragon balls before they do."
"A group of soldiers went underwater, I believe they already found another one already." Bulma pointed at the submarine dock.
"We already took out all the soldiers in this base," ChiChi then looked at her boyfriend "What should we do? Should we go after them using that small submarine?"
Naruto thought for a moment and smirked, "I got a better idea."
…
General Blue and his team were returning to their base, feeling smug after retrieving the Dragon Ball from deep underwater. General Blue, grinning at the orange Dragon Ball in his hand, was already imagining the rewards from Commander Red.
His blissful thoughts were interrupted by one of his soldiers. "General, we have reached the surface, but we've lost all communication with our base."
"Those lazy, good-for-nothing bastards must be sleeping. Hurry up! When I get my hands on them, I'll kill them," General Blue barked. Not wanting to anger their general further, the soldiers hurriedly worked to bring the submarine to the dock.
As they ensured the submarine was docked and opened the hatch, General Blue was about to exit when he came face to face with the teen Saiyan. "Sorry, general, this is the end of the line for you," Naruto said with a grin, snatching the Dragon Ball out of the general's hand. Before the general could voice his anger, Naruto shoved him back inside and shut the hatch.
A disoriented General Blue got up. "What the hell just happened?" he muttered, trying to make sense of the sudden turn of events.
"General?" A soldier called him, pointing at him. He barked at them to open the hatch again. But a glowing light emitting from his chest stopped him in his tracks before everything went to flames.
…
Naruto watched as the submarine exploded from within, flames lighting up the water in a brilliant display of destruction. His Ki grenade bomb was silent yet very effective. Returning to Bulma and ChiChi, he held up the dragon ball.
"Let's move as we planned," he instructed, his tone firm. Bulma quickly checked her own radar, revealing that the next dragon ball was located at Paprika Wasteland.
"Let's not waste any more time standing here," ChiChi urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We have to get to it before they do!" quickly they took to the skies, flying to their destination. Naruto slowed down just enough to allow Bulma and ChiChi to keep pace with him.
…
Summer sun bathed Kame House in heat, the gentle waves of the ocean lapping against the shore as Krillin was doing his intense workout under Master Roshi's guidance. The air was thick with the heat, making each of Krillin's training harder. Sweat dripped from his brow, splattering onto the ground as he finished the last of his push-ups.
"9998... huf... 9999... huf... 10000!"
With a final grunt, Krillin collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling as if he had just climbed a mountain. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of the sky, his body spent.
Master Roshi, sitting calmly under the shade of the house, sipped from his coconut drink with a look of faint disappointment. "Only ten thousand? You're gonna need to do better than that, Krillin. You still have a long way to go, boy."
Krillin didn't respond, too tired to even lift his head. His arms felt like jelly, and his entire body was screaming in exhaustion.
Launch's voice cut through the air like a refreshing breeze. "IT'S SNACK TIME, BOYS!" Launch called from inside the house, her tone cheerful as always.
Master Roshi's eyes lit up, and he immediately got to his feet. "Ice cream!" he exclaimed with childlike glee, practically skipping inside to his lover. Krillin dragged himself up, following behind.
Inside the house, the table was laden with a giant bowl of ice cream, exactly what they needed after a long day of training under the sun. Roshi wasted no time digging in, his face lit up with satisfaction. "So cold! Just what I needed!" He glanced at Launch, giving her a grateful nod. "Thanks, Launch. You always know how to take care of me!"
Launch, sitting beside Roshi, smiled warmly. "Anything for you, Roshi. You and Krillin work so hard."
Krillin, however, wasn't as eager to dig into his ice cream. He stared down at it, his spoon idly stirring the melting dessert as if lost in thought. His energy was drained, but there was something bothering him.
Launch noticed his silence. "Hey, Krillin, what's the matter? You don't look so happy today..."
Krillin forced a smile but couldn't meet her eyes. "I'm just... tired."
"Tired?" Roshi raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he set down his spoon. "You can't be serious! If Naruto or ChiChi were here and heard you whining like that, they'd be laughing their heads off!"
Launch chimed in, her voice soft and encouraging. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Krillin. You're doing great. Keep pushing yourself, and you'll get there."
Krillin tried to take comfort in her words, but something still nagged at him. He glanced out the window, the distant horizon making him wonder where his friends were at this very moment. "Yeah... I wonder what Naruto and ChiChi are up to..."
Roshi suddenly spoke up, his tone more serious than before. "Naruto called me earlier. He and ChiChi are collecting dragon balls again, with Bulma's help. Apparently, the Red Ribbon Army is after them." Launch's expression shifted, a flicker of concern crossing her face, though she didn't voice it aloud.
"The Red Ribbon Army, huh?" Krillin murmured. He wasn't worried about hearing that. Knowing how strong his friends were, there was nothing to be worried about. "Master Roshi… Can you tell me how you faced King Piccolo?"
Not expecting this question from him at all, but Roshi noticed the change in Krillin's demeanor and decided to share his tale "Okay then, Krillin, let me tell you about King Piccolo and how I faced him."
Krillin, sat up straighter. Even Launch, usually carefree, leaned in, intrigued. She had never heard of this King Piccolo before. "King... Piccolo?" she asked, letting out a small laugh. "What a silly name!"
Roshi didn't laugh. His eyes darkened, his usual playful perverted nature vanishing as he spoke. "He was no joke. King Piccolo was a monster, a beast who brought darkness to this world. When he and his minions appeared, they brought death and destruction with them. Cities fell, and lives were lost. No one knew what they wanted, but their rampage seemed endless."
Krillin listened intently, "We tried to fight them, my fellow turtle students and I. We fought desperately, but it wasn't enough. In the end, all of my friends perished. Only I survived. King Piccolo was too strong."
"What happened?" Krillin asked, his voice quiet, full of awe.
"I ran," Roshi admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I ran, not because I wanted to, but because my master, Mutaito, gave his life so that I could escape. He sacrificed himself to give me a second chance."
"You... ran away?" Krillin was stunned, unable to picture his master fleeing from any fight.
Roshi's expression softened as he nodded. "Yes. I fled to a magical island made by my elder sister Yaga, and there I trained. I trained for years, learning the secrets of Ki, and pushing myself to master new techniques, including the Kamehameha. When I finally returned to face Piccolo, I was ready. But even then, I was only able to win because he underestimated me."
"You didn't give up," Krillin muttered to himself. "You kept fighting... even after everything."
Without another word, Krillin jumped up from his seat, his energy renewed. He rushed outside, launching into his training with newfound purpose. Launch peeked through the window, watching Krillin's spirits with a smile. She turned back to Roshi, sitting beside him once more.
"You really inspired him, Master," she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.
Roshi smiled, though his eyes still held the weight of the past. "The boy's got a heart. He just needs to believe in himself."
…
Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi's journey didn't take too long. As they flew through the skies, village after village lay in ruins below them. When they asked the survivor they learned the culprit was none other than the Red Ribbon Army. Destroyed, burning homes or weeping villagers over their dead loved ones made Naruto's blood boil, his fists tightening in anger. Each encounter with the locals told the same story.
By the time they reached the latest village, they were too late, they could see the Red Ribbon soldiers ransacking homes, terrorizing innocent people. Naruto, his temper barely in check, glanced at Bulma and nodded. "Stay here. ChiChi and I will handle this."
Colonel Silver, who already held one of the Dragon Balls, was grinning like a mad dog, not caring about the innocent lives that were burning away under his feet. Holding his communication device "This is Colonel Silver to headquarters," He was trying to communicate with the HQ to deliver the message about the Dragon balls.
"This is HQ, we can hear you loud and clear. State your report."
"Tell Commander Red that we got the Dragon Ball." He said and disconnected his connection with the HQ. He looked at the Dragon Ball in his hand. It got six stars in it. Before he could inspect it any further, a soldier came rushing to him. Delivering the news that they were under attack. Silver barked at the soldier not believing him one bit, after all, who would be foolish enough to attack the Red Ribbon Army?
But then, Explosions ripped through the air. Silver Ran outside of his tent. At first, Silver didn't believe it, just two attackers. Two teens no less! Impossible. But as soldier after soldier fell, tanks exploded, his disbelief quickly turned to panic. Grabbing a rifle in desperation, Silver shot one of his own soldiers who tried to run away.
In the chaos, ChiChi appeared in front of him. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, she snatched the rifle from his hands and shattered it without even batting an eye. The Colonel starred in terror, frozen. "You must be in charge," she remarked coldly, her voice dripping with anger.
Silver was paralyzed by fear, but before he could even form a coherent thought, Naruto appeared at ChiChi's side, with an amused smile. "Nice work, ChiChi."
The Colonel, his voice shaking, asked, "Why... Why did you attack us?"
Naruto's smile only widened as he replied, "Same reason you attacked these people. Just like you thought it was fun to destroy innocent lives, we decided it was time to destroy your army." His voice was casual, almost playful, but there was a cold edge beneath his words.
Silver realized too late that he was holding the very thing they sought, the Dragon Ball. "I won't give it to you!" he shouted, showing the last bit of bravado.
Naruto chuckled as ChiChi sighed impatiently. "As if you have a choice." Without a second thought, Naruto pointed two fingers at Silver's head. In an instant, his skull exploded, leaving nothing but blood and gore splattered on the ground and some on ChiChi's shoes.
"Ugh! Gross!" ChiChi grimaced, shaking her leg furiously, trying to flick off the mess. Naruto couldn't help but laugh at her irritation. "Stop laughing!" she snapped, grabbing his ear and tugging it in frustration "It's very expensive, you know."
Moments later, Bulma descended from the air, taking in the situation. "Did you get the Dragon Ball?" she asked, glancing around at the carnage.
Naruto bent down and retrieved the glowing orange orb from the lifeless body of Colonel Silver, presenting it to Bulma with a grin. "Yeah, we got it. Two down, two to go."
Bulma, her dragon radar in hand, quickly scanned for the next ball. "The closest one is up north. We should head there next." With a shared nod, Naruto, ChiChi, and Bulma took to the skies again, flying north toward their next target, leaving behind the wreckage of another Red Ribbon defeat.
Unbeknownst to them, however, a lone soldier had survived the massacre, watching from the shadows. As the trio disappeared into the distance, he scrambled to report the incident to headquarters.
…
In the Red Ribbon Army headquarters, Commander Black stared intently at the radar, observing the strange movement of the Dragon Balls. His sharp gaze narrowed as he realized something was off. The Dragon Ball that Colonel Silver was supposed to retrieve was now heading straight toward General White's territory. Before he could piece everything together, a soldier interrupted his thoughts.
"Sir! We're receiving an urgent call from Colonel Silver's base!" the soldier announced.
"Well, pick it up already," Commander Black ordered.
The soldier answered the call. "This is HQ, report."
The voice on the other end was of a scarred man "The base is destroyed! Everything's gone! They wiped us out!"
"What?! Who did this? How many?" Commander Black demanded, his usual calm demeanor slipping as the news grew worse.
"There were only two… two teenagers! A boy and a girl, sir. They tore through our forces like nothing!"
Commander Black's grip tightened around his clipboard, his mind racing. "Two... teens?" It was unthinkable. Without another word, he stormed out of the control room and made his way to Commander Red's office.
"Sir, we have a serious problem," Black said, cutting straight to the point. "Two of our bases have been destroyed. Colonel Silver's forces were wiped out... by two teenagers."
Commander Red, though known for his short temper, remained calm. His eyes twitched slightly at the mention of his base getting destroyed by teens no less. "Two teens?" His voice was soft but laced with venom. "They took out an entire base... and Silver?"
"KIA, sir," Black confirmed.
For a moment, Commander Red was silent, his jaw clenched. Then he stood, though his short form barely stood taller than his desk. "If they can do that to Silver's forces, we cannot underestimate them. They're clearly not ordinary teens. We can't be careless."
Black nodded. "What are your orders, sir?"
Commander Red didn't hesitate. "Contact General White immediately. Tell him to deal with these teens. And authorize the use of the androids if necessary. We need those Dragon Balls, and we can't let anyone stand in our way."
"Understood, sir." Commander Black saluted and left the office, already preparing to relay the orders.
…
Naruto and his lovers, Bulma and ChiChi, finally arrived at their destination. However, the situation wasn't ideal. As they reached the northern lands, night had already fallen, and a fierce snowstorm battered them from all sides, blocking their vision and making it impossible to search for the Dragon Ball.
"S-S-So c-cold… W-why does the Dragon Ball have to be here…?" Bulma muttered through chattering teeth, hugging herself tightly to stave off the cold. Her light clothing wasn't suited for the harsh winter climate.
ChiChi, also trembling from the freezing temperature, grumbled, "A-And we d-didn't bring any w-winter clothes! T-This is unbearable!" She shot a mean look at Naruto, who was walking through the storm as if it were a mild breeze. "H-How are you fine in this weather, Naruto?"
Naruto, being a Saiyan, was naturally less affected by the cold. His Saiyan biology allowed him to endure harsher climates, and he was using his ki to keep himself warm. "I'm using my Ki to stay warm," he explained, something caught his eye, a faint light flickering through the storm.
"Look! Over there, it's a house!" Naruto pointed ahead. "Maybe we can find shelter and wait out the storm."
Before Naruto could react, Bulma and ChiChi, desperate to escape the cold, had already run toward the house. "Hey, wait for me!" Naruto called after them, shaking his head as he followed.
The trio reached the small dome-shaped house, its windows glowing warmly in contrast to the freezing storm outside. They knocked on the door, and moments later, the door opened to reveal a young girl with shoulder-length red hair, no older than ten. She looked at them curiously but quickly called out, "Mom! We have visitors!"
An older woman appeared behind the girl. She gave Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi a concerned look. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked.
Naruto, respectful and polite, bowed slightly. "We're lost in the storm and were hoping to take shelter for the night. Please, we mean no harm."
The woman looked at the trio, recognizing their distress and shivering forms, and nodded. "Of course, come in. You're lucky you found us when you did."
Inside the house, the warmth was an immediate relief. The woman quickly provided them with thick blankets and warm clothes. As they settled onto the couch, she returned with steaming bowls of soup and hot chocolate, which they gratefully accepted.
The young girl sat across from them, smiling shyly. "Hi, my name's Suno."
"Hey, Suno! I'm Naruto, and this is Bulma and ChiChi," Naruto introduced them, smiling back. Bulma and ChiChi, still warming up, waved at the girl.
Suno's mother sat down and looked at them with a mix of relief and curiosity. "You know, if you hadn't found our village, you three might've frozen to death out there."
"We're really grateful for your help," Bulma said, feeling much better as the warmth seeped back into her limbs.
"So, what were you doing out in the middle of this storm anyway?" Suno's mother asked.
Naruto glanced at his companions before answering. "We came here looking for a Dragon Ball, but we got caught in the storm."
At the mention of the Dragon Balls, both Suno and her mother visibly tensed, their eyes widening in fear. "D-Dragon Balls? Are you with the Red Ribbon Army?" Suno stammered, shrinking back.
ChiChi quickly shook her head. "No, no, we're not with them! We're fighting against the Red Ribbon Army. We even destroyed two of their bases recently."
Naruto nodded and began explaining their mission, to gather the Dragon Balls and stop the Red Ribbon Army's evil plans. As he spoke, the tension in the room eased, and Suno and her mother slowly relaxed.
After listening to their story, Suno's mother sighed in relief. "I see... thank goodness. The Red Ribbon Army raids our village every week, terrorizing us for supplies and taking people away."
Naruto's expression darkened. "Have you seen any Dragon Ball around here?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, I have heard they already found it. Their base isn't far from here, it's called Muscle Tower. It's a fortress of horrors. Many brave villagers have tried to free those imprisoned there, but none ever return. There's a mad scientist there who does experiments on the villagers."
Naruto stood, determination in his eyes. "Then we're going to Muscle Tower to get that Dragon Ball back."
ChiChi and Bulma nodded. "Yeah, we can't let them get away with this," Bulma agreed, her voice steady despite the daunting task ahead.
Suno and her mother exchanged worried glances. "Be careful," Suno's mother warned. "That place is heavily guarded,"
Unknown to Naruto and his friends, the Red Ribbon Army was already preparing for their arrival. Within Muscle Tower, the forces of General White were arming themselves, ready for battle, and deadly androids were being activated.
…
The next morning, Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi stood outside, preparing for their assault on Muscle Tower. Despite the icy winds and deep snow, Naruto, as usual, didn't wear any warm clothes, his Saiyan blood keeping him perfectly comfortable. Bulma and ChiChi, however, donned the warm clothing provided by Suno and her mother. They stretched their arms and legs, jumping playfully on the snow.
"Ahhh, this is great! I don't feel cold at all!" Bulma exclaimed, grateful for the thick winter gear.
"You can say that again," ChiChi added, looking over at Suno's mother. "Thanks for the warm clothes, ma'am!" The elderly woman nodded, though her worried expression remained unchanged.
Suno and her mother watched the trio with deep concern. "Please don't go to the tower," Suno pleaded, her voice small and fearful. She had seen too many brave souls venture toward Muscle Tower, never to return.
"Yes, you should reconsider. Muscle Tower is unlike anything you've faced," her mother added, her voice filled with caution. "Don't be reckless."
Naruto gave them a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up. "Don't worry about us! We can handle ourselves." Despite his optimism, their anxious faces showed they were far from convinced.
"I know you've destroyed their bases before, but Muscle Tower is different. It's a fortress. It's dangerous," Suno's mother warned.
"Just wait and see," Naruto said confidently. "We'll be back with the villagers and the Dragon Ball before you know it!" With that, the trio took off, flying toward Muscle Tower, leaving both Suno and her mother in shock at their ability to fly.
Minutes later, the trio arrived at the imposing structure of Muscle Tower. The tower stood tall and intimidating, with six floors looming over them. An army of Red Ribbon soldiers and tanks surrounded the base, but Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi made quick work of them. Their attacks were precise, demolishing the enemy forces with ease.
As they approached the tower's main entrance, ChiChi glanced at Naruto. "Why can't we just blow the whole thing up?"
Naruto shook his head. "There are villagers inside. We can't risk it. Besides, we don't know what kind of defenses are hidden in there."
The group stood before the large metal door. With a swift kick, Naruto smashed it open as if it were made of paper. Inside, they were immediately met by Red Ribbon soldiers, all aiming their guns at them. Naruto and ChiChi smirked, ready for the fight, while Bulma took cover, preparing to support from the sidelines.
Meanwhile, on the sixth floor of the tower, General White and Ninja Murasaki watched the scene unfold through surveillance cameras. The tower rumbled as Naruto and ChiChi made their way through the first few floors, taking down any resistance in their path.
General White, a man with white hair in a typical military uniform, leaned back in his chair, his expression intrigued. "These kids aren't ordinary. They've already made it to the third floor without breaking a sweat."
Ninja Murasaki, a tall, lanky man with a long face and wearing a traditional shinobi outfit, nodded in agreement. "The rumors were true, then. They defeated both Silver and Blue."
White smirked, rubbing his chin. "Yes, it seems those two were no match for them." White leaned forward, his tone growing more serious. "Do you think they'll make it past the third floor?"
Murasaki chuckled darkly. "Impossible. No one who has reached the third floor has ever survived Android Metallic. If, by some miracle, they do, I'll be waiting for them on the fourth floor." He let out a sinister laugh. "But I doubt it'll come to that."
General White's smile turned wicked. "That's a shame. I was really looking forward to having some fun with those girls." His eyes gleamed with lust.
Murasaki grinned. "I'll make sure Metallic shows them no mercy."
"Good," White replied. "Let the fun begin."
…
On the third floor of Muscle Tower, Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi were now facing a towering figure, a massive android named Metallic. The machine bore an uncanny resemblance to Arnold Schwarzenegger, the iconic actor from The Terminator, who just so happened to be Naruto's favorite actor.
The android stood motionless for a moment before its booming robotic voice echoed through the room. "Stop, intruders. You cannot continue upwards unless you defeat me."
Naruto's eyes widened in awe, his excitement bubbling over. "He even sounds like Arnold!" he almost squealed like a girl, tail wagging, barely containing himself. "How can I fight him? I mean, look at him! He has the face of my Idol! The Terminator! Ooooh, can I keep him?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Naruto, are you serious right now? He's here to kill us!" she shouted, snapping him out of his fanboying moment. "Besides, you can't keep a human as a pet."
"But... but..." Naruto stammered, still hesitant.
"No buts!" ChiChi said firmly, stepping forward. "If you don't want to fight him, then I will." Determined, she charged toward the android.
Bulma turned to Naruto, shaking her head. "How long do you think it'll take ChiChi to take care of him?" Naruto, still moping, didn't answer, turning his back slightly. Bulma sighed. "Come on, you're acting like a kid."
As ChiChi engaged the android, Metallic swung a heavy punch at her. She dodged easily, landing a counter-punch to his face. However, the android barely moved, unfazed by her blow. It grabbed ChiChi's arm and, with mechanical sounds emanating, spun her around before throwing her across the room.
"I didn't see that coming," ChiChi muttered, getting to her feet. She narrowed her eyes. "Alright, no more playing around."
Metallic lunged at her again, but this time ChiChi was too quick. She zipped around the android, landing powerful blows at every opportunity. Yet, something felt off.
"It's like I'm hitting metal..." she muttered, her suspicions confirmed as Metallic's body clanged with each strike. Suddenly, the android's mouth opened, launching a barrage of rockets at her. ChiChi narrowly dodged the missiles, firing a small ki blast in return. The explosion rocked the room, filling it with smoke.
When the smoke cleared, the trio saw Metallic's true form, a robot lying in pieces on the ground.
"What?! It was a robot!" Naruto shouted in disbelief. "I knew I should've kept it!" he pouted, causing Bulma to bonk him on the head.
"Ow! Ow! What was that for?!" Naruto whined, rubbing his head.
"Quit being silly, we have a job to do," Bulma said sternly. The three of them approached the fallen robot as ChiChi inspected it.
"I didn't expect it to be a robot," ChiChi admitted, kicking one of its metallic arms.
Bulma crouched down, examining the android closely. "Whoever built this thing must be a genius. This is incredible work, like a masterpiece of robotics!" Her admiration was cut short by a strange beeping sound coming from within the robot's body.
"Huh? What's that sound?" Bulma asked, her curiosity piqued.
Naruto's eyes widened in sudden realization. "MOVE!" he shouted. Grabbing both Bulma and ChiChi by the waist, he leaped away just in time as the robot self-destructed, blowing a massive hole in the tower.
…
Meanwhile, on the sixth floor, General White and Ninja Murasaki were in shock. White slammed his fist on the desk in frustration. "W-What?! How could this be?" he shouted. "Metallic was supposed to be unstoppable!"
Ninja Murasaki, too, was dumbfounded. "I can't believe that girl defeated Metallic..." His voice trailed off as he watched the trio move up toward the fourth floor.
White's eyes narrowed. "What are you still doing here?! Get down to the fourth floor and stop them at once!"
"Yes, sir!" Murasaki said before disappearing into thin air.
…
Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi ascended to the fourth floor, their senses heightened. The floor was shrouded by darkness, with not a single light to guide them. Naruto, ever alert, tried to sense any presence within the room. Aside from Bulma and ChiChi, he could sense only one other person.
"There's someone here. Be on guard," Naruto warned, scanning the area. "We know you're here! Come out and face us!" he called out into the darkness.
A voice echoed from all directions, sending chills down their spines. "They call me the messenger of death. Swift as the wind and utterly lethal. You won't see me or hear me coming. Even if you do, it will be too late. Little children, it is time for you to die."
Naruto clenched his fists. "Come out, coward!"
Suddenly, the room lit up, revealing an indoor garden complete with a small Japanese-style house and a pond. Trees surrounded the area, adding an air of tranquility that sharply contrasted with the voice of their opponent.
"I am Ninja Murasaki," the voice declared as a figure leaped from tree to tree, throwing shuriken at Naruto.
Naruto dodged effortlessly, his sharp senses pinpointing the ninja's location in an instant. In a flash, Naruto appeared right in front of Murasaki, catching him off guard.
"I will be your idea—Wha?! How did you find me?" Murasaki screamed in disbelief.
Naruto smirked. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that." With a quick punch, he knocked Murasaki out cold. "Well, that was easy.:
ChiChi and Bulma joined Naruto, looking around at the now quiet garden. "That guy talked big for nothing," Bulma remarked, unimpressed.
"He should have kept the lights off; he would have had a better chance in the dark," ChiChi pointed out. "Why intentionally put himself at a disadvantage?"
The Saiyan shrugged his shoulders, even though he didn't know why this so-called ninja made that decision. It seemed like a foolish move, and both ChiChi and the Saiyan were left puzzled by the choice. "Come on," Naruto said, leading the way. "We've still got more floors to clear."
…
Meanwhile, White was in a state of panic. In a moment of desperation, he recalled a hidden asset, the thumb card tucked away in a hidden compartment. He rushed to a dimly lit room. Inside the chamber sat Android 8, a massive figure resembling Frankenstein's monster, with an imposing stature that radiated an unsettling calm. His short dark hair framed a broad, cylindrical head, thick brows accentuating large oval eyes that bore no sign of emotion. Dressed in a pale blue sweater beneath a navy suit, he looked like a relic from a forgotten era, a gentle giant trapped in a world of violence.
"Android 8, wake up! Come forth!" White's voice echoed in the room, desperation ringing in his tone. The android, unfazed, merely stared at White, his chains clanking softly as he shifted. White realized he had forgotten about the keys.
"I don't need one," Android 8 replied with a disarming simplicity, knowing that White had forgotten the keys. With a casual ease, he shattered the chains that were binding him.
"Ah! That felt better," Android 8 remarked, popping his mechanical neck, blissfully.
"AH Hahahahaha, yes!" White's laughter was manic. He pointed at Naruto, Bulma, and ChiChi as they reached the top floor. "Now get them! Destroy them, Android 8!"
"I'd rather not," came the android's polite refusal, his voice steady and uncaring.
The trio stood realizing that this giant was yet another creation of the Red Ribbon Army. But Android 8's calm demeanor confused them.
"WHAT!? You can't defy me!" White shouted, his voice rising in disbelief.
"Yes, I did. Killing living things is bad. I hate violence," Android 8 responded without a hint of emotion. "I also dislike that you kill and experiment on innocent people."
"I didn't ask for your opinion! Enough of your impertinence!" White screamed, desperation turning to fury.
"We, the Red Ribbon Army, are the ones who built you! How dare you disobey me!"
Android 8 simply stood there, unwavering. Finally, in a fit of rage, White pulled out a remote control from his pocket. "A bomb was placed inside you for emergencies!" he barked, and a twisted smile appeared on his face. "So if you don't want me to blow you up, you will do as I say!"
Naruto, having had enough of the madness, intervened. "The big guy said No," he stated coldly, snatching the remote from White's hand, crushing it in his grip as he glared at the man.
"YOU ... YOU brat! How dare you destroy the remote?!"
"And you are next." With that, Naruto delivered a punch that sent White crashing through the tower wall, the sound of his demise echoing like thunder in the snowy mountains.
Android 8 stared at the scenes with an almost sad confusion. "Thank you for saving me. I am very grateful," he said, but his voice tinged with sincerity.
ChiChi, her brow furrowed, eyed the towering figure. "Why didn't you take care of that guy yourself?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
"Fighting is bad. I don't like bad things," Android 8 replied, his words innocent yet profound. "I am also afraid of fighting."
Naruto and ChiChi exchanged smiles and decided to trust the android's gentle nature. But Bulma's scientific curiosity rose 'Robots can't act like that unless they are programmed like that. Or maybe there's a problem in his coding' she stepped forward, her expression softening. "What's your name?"
"I don't have a name," the giant replied. "But they call me Android 8."
"Well, we can't have that. How about 'Eighter'? Yes, this will be your name from now on." Naruto's enthusiasm made a smile break across Eighter's face, a flicker of joy shining in his eyes.
"Thank you, friends," he beamed at his newfound identity.
Yet the relief was short-lived as ChiChi pointed out the looming danger. "But we still have a big problem. He has a bomb inside of him." Eighter's expression fell again.
"Ahem, I can help you, Eighter. I'm a scientist and a genius inventor, and I can remove that bomb inside your body with the right tools," Bulma offered the saddened android. Hope flickered in Eighter's robotic eyes.
"But you have to help us first," Naruto insisted, his tone shifting to seriousness.
"How?" Eighter inquired, genuine confusion etched on his face.
"By telling us where the captured villagers are," Naruto replied.
Eighter nodded, as he led the trio through a secret passage that opened into a dimly lit dungeon where all the captured villagers were kept.
…..
Using a collection of vehicles left behind by the Red Ribbon Army, the trio journeyed back to the village with the villagers. Eighter, sitting beside Bulma in the front, was now free from the internal bomb that had haunted him for so long. His demeanor was peaceful, though he still seemed afraid about the world outside the tower.
Naruto, sitting in the other vehicle with ChiChi, glanced back at the villagers, "Man, I can't believe we became heroes overnight. We saved everyone, got the Dragon Ball, and even made friends with an android. This might be one of our best adventures yet!"
ChiChi smirked. "Yeah, and you didn't even have to fight that Arnold-lookalike robot. Lucky for you, huh?"
Naruto pouted, but it still made him sulk a little. "I just didn't want to punch my favorite actor's face, even if it was a robot. Besides, you handled it."
ChiChi shrugged but couldn't hide her chuckle seeing Naruto behave like a child. "Someone had to. Now let's just hope Bulma can figure out what makes Eighter tik."
Meanwhile, Bulma had been chatting quietly with Eighter about his past and how he had been created. She was fascinated by the android's unique Programmings. Was he programmed this way or was it some flaw she had yet to discover?
Finished
Power Level
Naruto:? (Age: 17)
Master Roshi: 25000 (Age: Over 300)
Bulma: 20 (Age: 19)
ChiChi:? (Age: 18)
Krillin:? (Age: 16)